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harrysmimi · 1 year

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DO IT AGAIN!

Synopsis: A day life of a husband of 11 years; A shortie Blurb.

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Harry and YN have been together for 11 years, believe it or not, and married for six years out of them, with three kids.

They're as in love with one another as day one.

Many still root for them to break up one day. Especially since both of them are in public eye so much, Harry being the new pop star and YN being director and former actress.

YN have decided to rather to not let anything phase her and just be happy in her very happy relationship. Especially now with their three kiddos.

YN decided to make a Reels videos. She stayed away from Tiktok but Instagram is equally addicting. She had set up her phone on a tripod she once bought to use for her Vogue skin care routine video and it was abandoned since then. It was before the pandemic when she didn't had any kids. She was stood in the hallway by the master bedroom door, testing a few shots on her phone.

"Oh am I in your way?" Harry caught her attention, he'd come back from dropping the kids at YN's parents' as they both wanted to have alone time. The camera was already rolling.

"No!" She gasped in excitement. "Come here, I need you!"

"We're going to film it this time?" He raised his eye brow with a cocky smirk on his face as he padded closer to her, "and they said romance is dead."

"Oh shush!" She stopped him. "I'm making a Reel. I want you to do something."

"What do you want me to do?" He stood in front of her, basically towering her as how tall he is.

"I want you to do that romance book boyfriend thing, where he grabs the girl by the waist and lifts her chin with his finger." She beamed at him at like an idiot, excited idiot to be exact. She showed him how to, wrapping her own arm around his waist and failing to follow up with the rest of the part.

The thing is, YN have been now addicted to reading, Porn on paper kinda romance novels. It wasn't surprising for him as she'd keep sending him these videos saying, she's adding those to the her to be read pile. Let's be honest the girl is horrible at keeping up with the lists, so whatever helps her.

And Harry likes to feed into her mew obsessions, he bought her a Kindle just because. Whatever makes her happy, is his motto. And she don't have to wait for the book to arrive in the mail anymore.

"God why did I saw this coming?" He chuckled, but followed through.

He wrapped his left arm around her waist pulling her flush against his chest as he pinned her to the wall, forefinger under her chin as he gently lift her head until their eyes met, staring for a few seconds as he slowly pressed a feathery kiss on her mouth. That was cherry on tip!

That really made her go weak in her knees and she almost fell on her bum if it wasn't for him holding onto her. He laughed adoringly at her reaction.

"You're adorable!" He managed to say between his giggles as he carefully stepped away from her, watching her go all red and nervous.

"Do it again!" She exclaimed whilst dying sheepishly. And he did.

It was hilarious this time though because YN kept squealing and somehow turned more red. He still had that effect on her. Harry placed a tender kiss on her cheek before he was reaching to stop the recording on her phone and he was carrying her into their bedroom.

"Now I don't want you to wake up in the middle of the night to show me something your imaginary boyfriend did." He placed her on their bed as he kneed his way forward to hover over her.

Yeah, she wakes him up more than their kids wake him up at night. They're all boys and Mummy is their favourite, as traditionally cliche it sounds, it's truth.

And to her advantage he's better in bed that any of the book boyfriends. She missed it, especially when there are two toddler knocking on their door in the middle of the night asking to sleep in their bed, a baby who needs diaper change and milk every three hours. Life is hectic.

"Oh that's never going to stop." She challenged him.

"Yeah? Well the good thing we dropped off the kids at your parents' today, isn't it?" He smirked cheekily as he dipped his head down to smear his mouth on hers.

And oh boy, oh boy, did she had a euphorically tiring afternoon!

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lovries · 1 year

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CAT BLOCKED

featuring. the dateables (diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon).

summary. your cat keeps blocking any and all romantic interactions from your favorite demon!

warning. gn! reader, your cat doesn't like them and they don't like your cat.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── DIAVOLO

Diavolo tried not to make a habit of sneaking into your room whilst he visited the House of Lamentation, but he just couldn't help it— seeing you always made his shoulders lighter. Today was no different, although he should be leaving soon, he just can't seem to pull away from you.

"I'm glad I was able to see you today," he whispers, running his knuckles over your cheek. You hum, leaning into his hand. You're so close, and he wants to kiss you so badly. And so he leans in, only...

Your cat lets out the loudest meow, shortly after just letting out as many 'meows' and 'mews' and 'mrrrrowwws' as possible. You do try to ignore it at first, but it seems impossible when your cat begins to wedge its way between the both of you. Diavolo bites his tongue, knowing just how much you love your cat, but he really wants to place a hex on it.

"I'm sorry, Dia," You say, picking up your cat, "He must be hungry!" Diavolo just forces his charming smile, waving his hand dismissively.

"It's alright, I understand." He glares at your cat as you turn around, when you turn back he's smiling innocently once more. "I do have to go though, don't I at least get a kiss on the cheek before I leave?"

You giggle, and quickly press a kiss to his cheek, which he cherishes. As you busy yourself with getting cat food, Diavolo sticks his tongue out at the cat (your cat hissing in annoyance) and then takes his leave.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── BARBATOS

Barbatos didn't realize how wicked cats could be until he met yours. Whilst the cat seemed to be an absolute angel towards you, anyone who even laid eyes on you would face the wrath of the fearless cat!

Barbatos glared at it when you weren't looking, as if trying to send a message of 'don't try anything' but alas, he knew it wouldn't deter the malicious thing! Barbatos was just trying to have a nice evening with you, sipping on some tea and chatting, when your cat came into the room and plopped a mouse at the feet of Barbatos.

Your eyes widen, "Did they just-"

"I'm sorry, but we'll have to cut this date short. I just remembered I am needed at the castle." Barbatos stood up, side stepping the mouse. He's glad he didn't let out a shriek. He cleared his throat, "It was lovely to seeing you, you should stop by the castle next time." He says, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

He sent another quick glare at your cat, who just meowed at him, before curling up in your lap. Your cat may have won today, but he'll definitely get your full attention next time.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── SIMEON

You and Simeon were cuddled up nicely in bed, his fingers drawing soft circles against your shoulder. You two were exhausted after having to solve more troubles that the brothers somehow gotten into, but you two had a good laugh earlier about it. Now you just wanted to rest with the man you loved.

He was staring down at you with such a longing look, anyone could tell that he's absolutely in love (not that he'd deny it anyways). He was about to ask if you were sleeping when your cat suddenly pounced on to his stomach and knocked the oxygen out of him.

"Ugh!" He groaned, especially when your cat began stepping all over him. Simeon tried so hard to be kind to your cat, but it seemed no matter what, your cat just didn't like him.

Your cat almost seemed smug at causing him pain, before it let out a loud mew, and then another, and another, until you stirred from your comfort.

"Are you hungry, hm?" You ask them, scratching under their chin before getting up, leaving Simeon fearing for his comfort on the bed, your cat just continuing to press into all the painful areas.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── SOLOMON

"No, more like this," Solomon came up behind you, a smirk on his lips. "May I?" He asks, his hands ghosting over your arm, and you simply nod your consent. Wrapping his arms around you and placing his hands over yours, he slowed down your stirring movements, "Slow and steady," He whispers, his breath fanning across your ear.

You hope he can't hear the way your heart speeds up. Really, he's just supposed to be showing how to properly brew this luck potion, but you can't complain— his touch is always welcomed.

"And then- auGh!" He stumbled backwards after getting a particularly harsh bite to the ankles. He glares down at your cat as he jumps around on one leg, grabbing the bitten one. "Ha, your cat is quite the jealous one," he grumbles in annoyance.

You chuckle, bending down and picking up your cat, they purr as they nuzzle into you. "Can you blame them? I am pretty amazing." You say, but Solomon just huffs.

"I'm gonna put a curse on your cat," He mutters under his breath, checking out the bite. He swears one day he'll get that damn thing and teach it some manners. It really wasn't that bad, he's just being a baby.

"What was that?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing for you to worry about."

﹙ thank you for reading! have a wonderful day! ﹚

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steddiealltheway · 3 months

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(IMPORTANT NOTE: this was supposed to be ABSOLUTE CRACK for Ruth’s birthday ((happy birthday @kurtkankle)) but this Heartstopper x Steddie Stranger Things crossover turned out to be surprisingly wholesome at the end. SO if you want to completely ignore the crack, replace Dart with Mews and… maybe it’s better. And Ruth… you’re the only person who could get me to post this instead of keeping it in my drafts.)

Charlie goes to Nick’s house, thinking only of his strong rugby arms. Instead, he’s greeted at the door by a pet that isn’t Nellie.

“Nick. What the fuck is this?” Charlie asks, bewildered at the creature weaving it’s way through nick’s legs.

Nick smiles and picks the creature up. “This is my cousin’s pet, Dart. I’m taking care of him for the next week.”

As if the creature knows that Nick is talking about him, it unhinges its multiple jaws and screeches.

Charlie stares at it for a few moments before deciding that maybe he can go without Nick for the next week. But then he sees someone come into view over Nick’s shoulder.

“I’m Steve,” the hottest American man Charlie has ever seen says, sticking his hand out toward him.

“H-hi,” Charlie responds taking his hand back and shaking it.

“I hear you’re Nick’s closest rugby lad,” Steve says with a big, clueless smile.

Charlie laughs nervously. “Yep, that’s who I am.”

Nick stares at him awkwardly and invites him inside. Charlie takes one glance at Dart and hopes he doesn’t bite his face off. Luckily, he keeps to himself and follows Steve into the living room as Charlie and Nick got to Nick’s room.

They “study” for about an hour before the door slowly creaks open, and in comes Dart excitedly. But then Steve follows him quickly, bashfully looking up at Nick and Charlie who haven’t had time to untangle themselves from each other.

Steve looks between the two and smiles softly. “You two remind me of me and my good friend Eddie.”

Charlie and Nick glance at each other and silently debate asking Steve more. Nick is the first to speak up, “Steve, are you and Eddie… dating?”

Steve scoffs. “No, we’re just really good pals.”

“Who… kiss sometimes?” Charlie asks, confused.

Steve nods with a big smile on his face.

Nick sits up and crosses his arms. “Is this… an American thing?”

Steve shakes his head. “No, no. This is a me and Eddie thing.”

Charlie nods and leans over to Nick whispering, “And how do you know him, again?”

“He’s practically my cousin’s older brother. He’s staying here while Dustin stays with the rest of his friends.”

Charlie nods, still confused about the situation, before returning his gaze to Steve. “Steve… do you… think about kissing him often?”

“All the time. It’s my ‘Roman Empire’ as Dustin says.”

Nick and Charlie exchange another look before Nick squeezes Charlie’s shoulder and says, “I got this.”

Charlie watches as Nick carefully approaches Steve and puts a gentle hand on his back, leading him down the hall and prompting, “So, tell me more about your friend Eddie.”

Charlie sits back and glances to his right where Dart is curled up on the floor next to Nellie, wondering if this tops the most confusing moment of his life, ranking even above getting Nick Nelson as a boyfriend.

A few minutes later, he wanders down the stairs, easily picking up on the conversation.

“I’m… in love with Eddie?”

Nick is quick to say, “I’m not saying you are, I’m just telling you it’s okay to like both men and women. But maybe you are in love with him.”

There’s a brief silence before Steve says, “I think I am.”

Charlie peaks around the corner where Nick is sitting at the dining room table across from Steve, with a small smile on his face. “I know it can be confusing, but think on it over the next week. And I’ll be here if you have any questions.”

Steve runs a hand through his hair and leans back in his chair. “God, I miss him.”

“I can’t imagine going a week without seeing Charlie.”

Charlie’s heart skips a beat at the comment, and he wonders if he should stop intruding on this moment.

“So you two are… going out?” Steve asks carefully.

“Yeah, we are,” Nick answers with a proud smile.

Steve smiles back, a look of contentment settling over his face as if realizing if Nick and Charlie could do it, so could he.

Charlie steps on a creaky part of Nick’s house, and the two glance up at him. Nick holds him arm out invitingly and Charlie is quick to join him in the offered embrace.

Steve runs his hands over his face and laughs, “I can’t believe I didn’t realize it before. Robin has been giving me looks for weeks, and I haven’t been able to read them. She kept telling me she couldn’t tell me what it was about until I realized it for myself. It all makes sense now.”

“And Robin is…?” Charlie asks.

Steve smiles brightly and is quick to ramble about his best friend, and Charlie shares stories about Tao in return.

Eventually, Steve’s phone starts buzzing, and he’s quick to excuse himself, cheeks turning red as Eddie Instagram handle lights up his phone.

As he walks away, Nick and Charlie glance at each other again and smile gently. Nick laughs, “Do you think that’s how people saw us when we were first getting together?”

Charlie smiles. “I think we may have been much worse.”

“Or much better honestly.”

Down the hall, they hear Steve argue, “Yes, I know you don’t have an international phone plan. I’ll pay for your bill. Yes it’s important! No, it’s not the kids. No it’s- Eddie. Eddie, I’m in love with you!” There’s a pause and a heavy sigh before Steve continues, “You are not buying a plane ticket to London when you can afford an international phone call. This is not a debate!”

Nick squeezes his arms around Charlie and whispers, “Yeah, we were definitely better.”

“Why are they like this?” Charlie laughs.

Nick laughs in response as they continue listening to the disastrous conversation, glad that they helped someone else have their similar happy ending.

#please don’t take this seriously #steddie crack #Heartstopper crack #steddie #nick and charlie #stranger things crack

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rabbiitte · 7 months

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I've seen a lot of people reacting to the "your friends love you" part and laughing or finding it weird. Of course, it's a matter of perspectives, but..

I do think Boston's friends love him for who he is.

Let's start from the premise that I do believe Mew loves him. In fact, I think this is the reason why Mew is so much harder on Ton than he is on Top. Mew, while always judging Ton's lifestyle (due to his personality and the way he was raised), never rejected or discriminated him for that. In fact, he never thought badly of Boston because of it, it never occurred to him that Ton could sleep with Top because he considered Ton his friend. This is why Mew constantly encourages Boston to settle, because he wants the best for him (and "the best", for Mew, is his lifestyle). However, Mew never tries to force him to change. Actually, he doesn't even try (as he tells Cheum in EP7).

Boston and Ray's friendship is complicated because we don't have a lot of information about their relationship. We know they're close because Ton tells Ray about his one-night stands. At the same time, despite Ray's claim on EP9 that he is thick-skinned, it hurts him when Ton tells him that he's a burden on EP1. Ray does slut-shame Boston on EP6, even though he had never expressed rejection of Ton's lifestyle before (let's keep in mind Boston shared his experiences with Ray), maybe he did it to hurt him or maybe he really feels it. However, what is not debatable, is that at the beginning of the series they were friends and I think Ray was very accepting of Boston's lifestyle.

Ton appreciates his friends and misses them, we've seen it. Ton never wanted to hurt Mew by sleeping with Top, otherwise he would have told him directly (this was more related to a sense of personal fulfillment or perhaps, to possible self-sabotaging tendencies in order to be able to cut all ties before going to America). However, Ton was always terrified that Mew would find out.

When Ray found out, Boston insisted to Ray that he didn't really hate Mew and when Top told him that he just wanted to be superior to Mew, he denied it and decided to stop bothering Top (perhaps because the way he acted gave the impression that he hated Mew when he really didn't, so he felt offended). Also, Boston continues to frequent his friends and allows them to yell, vent and public humiliate him as long as their relationship returns to the way it was before.

In EP7, before the pool scene, Boston is outraged when his friends don't seem to want him anymore. He feels betrayed because his friends were supposed to accept him as he was but they easily turned away from him when he acted according to his nature. This, within Boston's reasoning, makes no sense. He doesn't understand the fact that his friends don't hate him because of who he is, but because of the way he acts that causes them pain.

Therefore, Boston, who always sought validation and affection, lost the affection of some of the most important people in his life and this makes him feel empty. Boston doesn't believe Nick when he tells him that his friends love him for who he is, that's why he looks away while seems to doubt/reflect about it. The fact that his friends don't love him for who he really is, is one of Boston's deepest insecurities.

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tinyboxxtink · 2 years

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"Spring Break '86" {Eddie Munson/Reader}

Part 2 is here!

Yeah, I did it. I started a series about Eddie Munson.

This one should go really well because I actually have an outline/timeline to go by. [Stranger Things Season 4, Part 1. Maybe going into Part 2?]

Basically, you are Dustin Henderson's older sister, with a secret "history" with Eddie Munson. And that history is slowly being uncovered when you come home from college for spring break, and find that Eddie is best buds with your little brother.

You get caught into the events of S4, and the truth becomes more and more clear.

I have a full, thought-out plot and story with this, regardless of how S4 ends. Meaning if Eddie dies. But Eddie will NOT DIE. NO. HE WON'T. I LOVE HIM AND WON'T LET IT HAPPEN.

I have a tag list, but it's for Rafael Barba fans so I will not include them here. If you would like to be added to a tag list for this story, please let me know!

I hope you guys like it!

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“Ughh where are you, you little worm…”

You grumbled under your breath as you stomped out of the still cheering gymnasium of Hawkins Highschool. You had just driven back home to Hawkins Indiana from Chicago, and you weren’t in the best mood.

It was the Spring Break of your freshman year at college, and rather than head to the coast with your new college gal pals, you had stupidly opted to come back home for the week instead. Truth be told you weren’t exactly the “beach babe” type, and you would never admit it but you missed your mom, Mews, and your little brother Dustin.

However, at this exact moment you were in fact not missing him in the least. Here you had driven all night to surprise him at his best friend’s basketball game, and he wasn’t there. How could he not be there? This was the very first time in any history you knew that Hawkins had made it to a tournament, and you knew for a fact that one of Dustin’s best friends Lucas Sinclair was on the team. How could Dustin and his little “party” not be there cheering him on?

Before you reached your car in the parking lot, you heard cheering come from inside the school. Which was odd, because you were pretty sure anybody who was supposed to be there was in the gymnasium. Then a thought occurred to you:

Your brother wasn’t exactly the “normal” high schooler, like his friend Lucas. No star athlete, not really Mr. Popular. He liked really weird things like sci-fi and nerd stuff, Star Wars, shit like that. But the one thing he loved above it all was his stupid Dungeons and Dragons group he had, which included his only friends. Obviously.

If you were being absolutely honest with yourself, the whole “Satanic Panic” about D&D had started running rampant through your school newspapers, and you’d never admit it but it actually started to freak you out. As far as you knew, those games were harmless. Stupid, but harmless.

But whether or not it was true, you knew your small town was easily poisoned. Some whiff of any kind of controversy, a threat, a rumor, could roll into that town and the people would be burning people at the stake by the end of the day. You couldn’t let them try to “save” your brother from the “devil’s game’.

All of these thoughts ran through your head long enough to stall you from walking into the school before a group of teens came bursting out in cheers and joyous chants. Among them was your little brother, who stopped dead when he saw you standing there in the parking lot.

“....Y/N? What are you doing here?” Dustin asked warily, totally confused on why you would be in his High School parking lot at 10 o'clock at night.

“Jesus Dusty,” You let out a soft laugh of disbelief. “I drove all the way down here to surprise you and all–”

You were just starting to chastise your brother when the last person you ever expected to see came strolling out of the dark school halls.

Eddie Munson.

Your nose scrunched as you watched him saunter over to your brother giving him and the others high fives. He quickly stopped and changed his demeanor once he saw you standing behind the group.

“Henderson, you didn’t tell me your mom was such a babe,” Eddie eyed you up and down devilishly.

“Shut up,” You narrowed your eyes on the long-haired man.

“Dude that’s my sister, not my–” Dustin started to explain to Eddie who you were.

“He knows who I am, Dust,” you cut him off, still glaring at Eddie.

“What?” Dustin blinked in confusion. “Why? How is that–”

“Didn’t expect to see you hare, princess,” Eddie smirked back at your daggered eyes, while Dustin and his friends looked between the two of you in shock.

“Come to cheer on your good ol’ alma mater, cheer captain?” he teased.

“You sure are cocky for a grown man hanging out with children at night, Munson,” You didn’t bat an eye at his insult as you retorted with your own.

“Damn,” you heard some girl you’d never seen before laugh under her breath at your line.

“Hey, Eddie’s my friend Y/N,” Dustin defended him. “We’re in school together,”

“Excuse me?” You laughed harder as you stared at Eddie with amusement. “Eddie, you still haven’t graduated?”

“Shut up,” Eddie said in a low, guttural voice.

“What are you, collecting a punch card?” you went on taunting him.

“Shut, your mouth,” you could see Eddie clenching his fists as you continued to laugh.

“One more senior year and they give you a plaque for ‘biggest moron ever’?” you lost yourself in giggles at the last statement, imagining it.

“SHUT UP!!!!!!” Eddie bellowed in the parking lot, making everyone jump back a foot and a half. None of the kids had ever seen Eddie mad before. Annoyed, sure. Aggravated by the “sheeples” at school, all the time. But this was different. This was rage.

“What the fuck, Y/N?!” Dustin yelled at you angrily, as you looked back at him with an innocent confusion.

“Henderson I have never hit a girl in my life, and I really would like to keep it that way,” Eddie grunted through gritted teeth.

“Yeah don’t worry, I’ll hit her for you,” Dustin said without thinking.

“Dustin!” you gasped.

“No, you won’t either!” Eddie suddenly raised his voice at the boy, making both of you look back at him in stunned confusion.

“What?” Dustin looked between the two of you suspiciously. “...What is happening here?”

“Dustin, get your friends in the car. I’ll take them home,” you quickly changed the subject.

“But Eddie was–” Dustin protested.

“Nah man, forget it,” Eddie waved him off. “I’ve got a date anyway,”

“Sure you do,” you laughed under your breath as you helped the girl you’d never seen before into the backseat of your Mustang.

Once the kids were squished into your car, you closed the door enough so they couldn’t hear you and Eddie’s conversation.

“Seriously Eddie,” You said in a low but concerned tone.

“Seriously Y/N, you need to leave. Before I do something I regret,”

“You’d never hit me,” You looked at him with the smallest of a sad smile. He looked down at the ground, confirming the statement.

“Okay but seriously, what is this?” you shook off the sentiment crawling out of you.

“What is what?” Eddie asked you in annoyance.

“This,” you gestured between the kids in the car and him. “Why are you hanging out with my little brother? Why are you even still here?!”

“You said it yourself, I’m waiting for my official ‘dumbass’ plaque,” He half laughed sadly, playing with the rings on his fingers while still staring at the pavement.

“Eddie,” your voice softened. “You know I didn’t–”

“No, I actually think you did, Y/N,” Eddie started walking away backwards from your car.

“Eddie come on, I–” you tried to walk after him.

“Just, fuck off and leave me alone, okay?” Eddie yelled back angrily, throwing both of his middle fingers up at you while he faded away into the distance of the parking lot.

You waited several seconds before giving up on him coming back and got into the driver’s seat, starting the car and driving out of the parking lot.

“What the fuck was that, Y/N?” Dustin immediately started berating you again. “Why did you have to be such a bitch to him? How do you even know him?!”

“Not now, Dustin,” You warned him as you drove towards Mike Wheeler’s house.

His friends looked up to the sky, praying to be thrown from the car rather than sit in the car for this awkward sibling fight.

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After dropping off his friends, Dustin started his interrogation on you.

“Alright now you wanna explain to me why you were such a bitch to my friend, Y/N?” he snapped.

“Dusty!” You gasped. “Jesus, language. And you do NOT call women bitches, especially your loving sister,”

“Sorry,” he huffed reluctantly. “It’s just, Eddie–”

“Dustin, Eddie’s a big boy. I’m sure his hurt feelings will–”

“No, don't do that,” Dustin interjected. “Don’t start acting all high and mighty just because you came home from a fancy college, and Eddie–”

“I know Eddie Munson a hell of a lot more than you Dustin, I think I know what he can and cannot handle,”

“How is that possible?!” Dusty threw his hands up at the conspiracy.

“Just— just leave it alone, Dusty, okay? I’m sorry I bitched out your friend,” You sighed, unwilling to get into the ‘history’ of you and Eddie Munson in that exact moment.

“For NO reason,” he added.

“...For no reason,” You rolled your eyes.

“Now tell him that,” He crossed his arms with a smile as you pulled onto your street.

“What, now?” you gave him a look.

“Yes, NOW,” he nodded forcefully.

“He’s on a date,” you protested innocently.

“You and I both know he’s full of shit,” Dustin rolled his eyes. “He’s just gonna go home, and–”

“And get stoned, and feel sorry for himself all night,” you finished his thought.

“Wha—?” Dustin’s eyes widened at the accuracy of your statement. “I mean, I wouldn’t put it that way but, yeah…”

“Alright fine, fine,” you pulled into your driveway as you spoke. “You go inside, and I’ll go talk to Eddie,”

“You’ll APOLOGIZE to Eddie,” he clarified.

“Fine I will apologize to Eddie,” you begrudgingly replied.

“Okay, he lives–” Dustin started.

“I know where he lives, Dustin,” you shook your head.

“Wha– seriously?!” Dustin continued to be thrown by your words.

“WHEN did you have time to get all this intel on Eddie? When have you EVER hung out with him?”

“In case you haven’t noticed Dustin, you’ve been pretty preoccupied by your own friends these last few years,” you reminded him. “I can’t remember the last time we actually had one of our “Dustbusters,”

You saw him sadly smile at the mention of your “sibling dates” you two would have when you were younger. You weren’t terribly older than him so when you were kids you were kind of inseparable. But then puberty hit, and you both gravitated towards other things and people. The truth was you really had no idea what had gone on with him in the last few years.

You knew he had a friend that got abducted, or went missing, or something of the matter. It had really shaken him to his core. And after that, he grew more and more isolated from you and your mom, and closer to his “party”. A “party” that apparently included Eddie Munson of all people.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Dustin rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about what had really gone on in his life in the past three years. Things you would never even dream of. Things he would never dream of telling you. You and your mom worried enough about him.

“Just…go easy on him, please?” he asked you earnestly. “I know you think he’s a moron, but–”

“I know he’s not a moron, Dustin,” you assured him.

“Then what was the–”

“Too long of a story, Dusty. Just go inside, I promise I’ll be nice to Eddie,”

“Alright fine,” he grumbled as he shut the door. The window was still down, so he stuck his head in once more.

“Hey, sis?”

“Yeah, Dusty?” you asked in growing annoyance.

“...Thanks for coming home this week,” He smiled at you. “I missed you,”

“Oh you little—” your annoyance melted away as you jumped out of the driver’s seat and ran over to where he was standing beside the car, throwing your arms around him. This was all you had wanted to do since you left Chicago.

“I missed you too, you doof,” You ruffled his hair and placed an over exaggerated sloppy kiss to his forehead.

“Gross,” Dustin pulled away from you, making a huge display of disgust as he ran back inside and you got back into your car with an amused laugh.

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It took a little longer than you expected to make it to the trailer park. You hadn’t been out there in such a long time, you didn’t remember how to get there as well as you thought. After a few U-Turns and cursing, you finally found the field of glowing trailers.

You drove down a row or two, looking for Eddie’s car. It wasn’t long before you saw it parked in front of a trailer almost off by itself in the park. You turned off your lights and edged slowly towards the trailer, parking on the other side of it where no windows could see you. If you were going to do this, you’d need a minute to prepare.

Okay, apologize. Apologize to Eddie Munson. For what? A hell of a lot more than you promised Dustin, that’s for sure. You were actually kind of surprised he didn’t even have the slightest memory of you two ever hanging out.

Well, Eddie looked really different when the two of you were in junior high. That was for damn sure. The cute little cow-licked boy with the coke bottle glasses was a far cry from the hairy, volatile beast he was now.

You got out of your car, still unsure of what to say. You were going over so many things in your head, lost in your own thoughts and worries, you didn’t even notice the lights flickering through the windows.

“Eddie, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that stuff in front of my brother,” you spoke out loud in your best sincere voice as you were still pacing in front of the front door.

“But you haven’t exactly been the nicest to me since–”

Before you could say another word of your personal monologue, a bright light came shooting out from every window and door of the trailer as it shook violently. It surprised you so much that you fell back in awe, your eyes darting every which way. The light continued to beam through the trailer for several seconds before completely evaporating, leaving a loud THUMP in its wake coming from inside.

Then you heard the screaming.

Before you could register what was going on, a panicked Eddie who was still screaming came bolting out the front door, heading for his car. He practically tripped over your still stunned self-sitting in front of his home.

“Oof!” He tumbled to the ground, momentarily stopping his screams. He turned to see you sitting there, his eyes were wide with fear. His face was paler than your night time face cream. He didn’t know whether to jump up and run or collapse into your arms. He did the latter.

“Y/N, I didn’t do it,” He immediately began to sob as he pulled himself tightly into your arms. “I swear to God, I didn’t do it,”

“W-Wha—did what?” You were still reeling from the light show when Eddie had death gripped himself to your waist. You tried stringing together thoughts as he sobbed harder into your chest.

“I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it to her I swear to God I didn’t,” he whimpered over and over into your chest.

“Wha…Eddie, what are you on?” You furrowed your eyebrows as he quickly dropped his arms.

“What? Nothing!” Eddie suddenly became very defensive. “I am completely sober, that’s why I KNOW I didn’t do anything–”

“Bullshit,” you rolled your eyes as you peeled him off you, standing up and dusting yourself off. “You’re clearly having hallucinations,”

“Babe, I swear I’m not–” He started to protest.

“No,” you stopped him dead in his words. “NOT babe. Not your babe, not anybody’s babe,”

“....Y/N,” He momentarily rolled his eyes. “Look I swear to God, it’s real. But I don’t want you to—”

“Look?” you finished for him in a snarky tone. “Right, because there won’t be anything there, and then I’ll know you’re full of shit, and are just having a really bad K trip,”

“I am NOT tripping on anything, Y/N,” Eddie grabbed your shoulders with both of his hands. “But I— you— I can’t– if you see that girl, you’re gonna think I’m–”

“Eddie, I really can’t see thinking any less of you than I already do, so I think I’m good,” You laughed sarcastically.

“No, but–”

Before he could stop you, you were opening the front door and walking inside the trailer. And you were not prepared in the least for what greeted you.

A girl, not much younger than you, laid on the floor in front of you. Not really laying, sprawled. Her legs and arms were broken, her neck was crooked. Her eyes had been inverted inside her head.

You didn’t scream, surprisingly. You didn’t freak out, or burst into tears. You simply just stared at the girl for what seemed like forever, studying her disfigured corpse.

“...Y-Y-Y/N?” You heard Eddie’s feeble cries from outside the trailer. He sounded so much different than he had just a few hours ago.

You stepped out of the trailer slowly, almost as if in a trance. You looked at Eddie who was now shivering in fear next to his car. He looked so broken, so small. Not the Eddie Munson you were so used to, with his brazen tone and that 100-watt smile that you’d never admit in a million years you missed while looking out a rainy University window in Chicago.

“I didn’t do that to her Y/N, you have to believe me. She–” His blubbering was stifled by your hand over his mouth.

“I believe you, Eddie,” You said in a soft, calming voice.

“Y-You do?” He whimpered from under your hand, causing you to remove it.

“Yes, but we can’t stay here. There’s no way nobody didn’t hear any of that,” you warned him, looking around in every direction.

“But where are we gonna go? What are we gonna do? What am I gonna do? Chrissy, she was just here trying to–” Eddie began to unravel once more, his words falling back into heavy breaths and choked sobs.

“Eddie, get in my car,” you said very strictly.

“Your car? What about my car? I can’t–” He whined.

“Eddie,” you shook him furiously, trying to snap him out of it. “You live here. There’s a logical reason for your car to be here. Besides, if they, and they will, think you did this, they’ll be looking for your car. They won’t be looking for mine. So again, GO GET IN MY CAR, okay?”

“......O-Okay,” Eddie nodded feebishly, wiping sniffling tears into his jacket as he scurried towards your car and got in the passenger's side.

You took one last long moment thinking about Chrissy the pretzel just lying in there, bleeding all over Eddie’s carpet. There was something absolutely insane, and yet weirdly familiar about all of this.

You finally shook the feeling off of your shoulders and followed Eddie’s trail back to your car, getting in the driver’s seat and slamming the door shut. You looked over at Eddie who was continuing to shake and sob, clearly traumatized from the events of the last few minutes.

You’d never seen him like this, ever. Not at any point in however long you had known him. And you hated every second of it.

“Eddie,” you placed a hand on the back of his quivering mane, stroking it gently. You just wanted him to stop crying, for even a minute.

“Just drive,” Eddie pleaded, jerking away from your hand. He didn’t feel worthy of being comforted right now, especially not by you.

“Okay,” you shrugged unnervingly, starting the car and peeling out of the trailer park into the night.

This was certainly not how you wanted your Spring Break to start.

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darling-i-read-it · 1 year

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Arcade Lovers

Steve Harrington x fem!Henderson!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: talks of shotgunning a beer, references to Mews death :(, flufff

Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of a fic with the same name from ages ago. Steven <3 I cannot WAIT to do a billy one you guys aren’t ready lol. Enjoy!

Original request: by @yumyumbicth, Hey! I read Sparks Fly and I loved it! Could you possibly do a one shot where Steve is pining after Dustin's sister and Dustin says the "Don't worry, she likes your butt and fancy hair. I read it in her diary" Thing from Lilo and Stitch? I think it would be really cute and funny

Song: lips like sugar by echo and the bunnymen

(not my gif)

Steve and Dustin were unlikely duos. They never would’ve been caught up in the same area if you hadn’t been out of town for one week when the Upside Down decided to come back to life. When you left Hawkins El was dead and when you came back she was alive. Dustin caught you up the second you got home but half way through his explanation there was a knock on the front door.

Steve Harrington was on the other side.

“Steve?” you said, a glimmer of suspiciousness in your eyes. You knew of Steve. You had maybe spoken to him once but you had never been friends. You were in different crowds.

“She came back!” Steve exclaimed to Dustin who was behind you.

“Just an hour ago!” your brother explained. “I was just telling her everything that happened while she was gone.”

“She knows?”

“She helped with the whole thing at the beginning. You don’t remember her and Nancy were friends?” Steve shook his head, though there was a deeper emotional problem with that time.

“But I was there at the end,” Steve argued. “I hit the demogorgon with the baseball bat.” Your eyes went wide. You hadn’t heard about that. Granted, no one really talked about that time. Nancy only spoke on it when she was feeling particularly sad about Barb. She did not miss what she had with Steve. She always missed what she had with Barb.

“She was with us at the school,” Dustin explained.

“With El and Hopper and Joyce. Etc,” you said.

“I hadn’t gotten to your part in the recent story,” Dustin said.

“I thought I was taking you to the arcade?” Steve said, confused. You raised an eyebrow. Steve was taking Dustin to the arcade now?

“That was the plan but I didn’t know she was coming home today.”

“Pretty sure it’s on the calendar,” you suggested but Dustin ignored you. You pressed on. “What happened between the two of you?”

Steve let out a sigh of exhaustion. You could tell he wanted to explain it all to you though. Steve struck you as the kind of guy who liked to brag about his experiences, though at this particular moment you actually wanted to listen.

“We have chips,” Dustin said, as an offering to his older friend. Steve shrugged.

“I don’t have anything else planned.”

He walked into the home and sat down on the couch where you and Dustin had been talking.

“Where was I?” Dustin questioned, using his D&D voice. You went into the kitchen, grabbing some pop and different bags of chips. “So Dart had just taken out Mews,” Dustin started as you threw Steve some soda. He caught it with ease. You tried not to be attracted to the small act.

“Still can’t believe it,” you grumbled. You were trying not to think about Mews. “This is why mom says you can’t have any pets. They’ll kill the cats.” Steve nodded, opening up the soda can. He looked at your unopened one.

“Can you shotgun that?” It was a coke. You raised an eyebrow. Dustin didn’t stop talking.

“Maybe,” you trailed off.

“Literally catching up on life changing events here!” Dustin said, waving his hand in front of you.

“It’s a soda, Steve.” He nodded once. You could tell he swallowed hard. You smiled a bit, confused but not deterred Steve’s eyes remained on you.

“You’re starring,” Dustin deadpanned. Steve hit your shoulder, much to your surprise.

“There was a bug.” Dustin tried not to laugh. He was a really bad liar. You turned back to Dustin.

“Rest in Peace Mews. Go on Dusty.”

You appreciated Steve. You liked that you didn’t have to drive your little brother everywhere because now Steve would do it. You liked that it seemed like Nancy breaking his heart had softened him. He knew what he had done wrong and he was looking to fix it.

You liked that he could always be an unpaid babysitter.

You liked that he had protected the kids when you couldn’t.

You vowed never to leave that long again.

“There are too many bikes,” Steve admitted. You nodded, looking at the bikes that were strewed along the front lawn of your house. A few were propped up properly but two were just dropped. You recognized Max’s and Mike’s on the ground.

“You can come back here and they can get their bikes,” you offered.

“It’ll be cold and dark by the time we get back.”

Steve was taking the kids out to the arcade. Billy usually took Max but she had wiggled away today. This meant there were now six children he had to take. His car held five and only two bikes. You had your moms van she had bought when Dustin was born. It was soccer mom large.

“I didn’t offer to give up my afternoon Steve.”

“I know you didn’t.” His words seemed forgiving but his voice betrayed him. He wanted you to take them. Did he want help wrangling them together? Did he want you to just take all of them?

Did he want to hang out with you?

You pursed your lips.

“Fine. But you’re buying.” You ignored the charming smile that reached his lips and turned around. “I’ll go get them.”

You walked up the stairs, opening up Dustin’s bedroom door without knocking. Mike was sitting on the bed beside Will and Max and El were on the ground. Lucas stood in front of the girl, holding one of Dustin’s figures.

“Let’s go. Where’s Dustin?” It was like you had frozen them all with magic. Their voices trailed off. “Where’s Dustin?” There was movement coming from the room next door. Your room. You cursed under your breath and opened up the door with aggression. Dustin was sitting on your bed, your diary open wide in front of him. His eyes went wide when he saw you and he quickly tried to shove it back into your dresser drawer. “You little shit.”

“There’s some juicy stuff in there!” he exclaimed, getting up to back away from you into the corner. You picked up the pillow at the end of your bed and threw it at him, narrowly missing. You climbed over the sheets and picked up whatever you could get your hands on.

“Get out of my room!” Dustin went to rush away when he ran right into Steve who was in the doorframe. Steve grabbed your brother by the shoulders, confused. Dustin ran past him, pushing him aside. With wide eyes Steve’s gaze landed on you.

“He was going through my diary,” you seethed.

“Isn’t that what brothers are for?”

“You’re an only child Harrington.” You threw a pillow weakly at him too. He caught it. “He’s riding with you.”

Steve knocked on the door one sunny afternoon hoping you would answer. He wasn’t sure when he had started hoping it was you instead of Dustin. It was a subtle desire at first, like a smile reserved for the times you greeted him. He was always excited to talk to you. If he was being honest, despite you and Steve being in the same grade he had never noticed you around school. Now you wouldn’t leave his head. He offered taking everyone anywhere now because he knew he would get to see you.

When Dustin opened the door he let out a sigh.

“I told you that my sister was taking me today,” he said, suspiciously. Dustin had always kind of seen what was going on between you and Steve. It was natural and it was a given. You couldn’t hang out that much and not love each other in some way. He also thought it was hilarious neither of you had made a move yet. From what Steve told him, he was pretty used to making the first move and Dustin knew he had no problem being rejected.

This was like Dustin’s own little experiment. How long could you last without caving in or losing interest? His hypothesis was, not much longer.

“Oh man I must have gotten my dates mixed up. Well I have nothing else going on.” Steve walked through the door uninvited. You were sitting in the living room when your eyes flicked up to him.

“You’re not scheduled for today,” you observed.

“Do we have a schedule I haven’t seen?”

“I told him you were taking me,” Dustin admitted, shutting the door behind him. You and Steve stared at each other for a moment.

“I can take him,” Steve offered, tossing his keys into the air.

“I can too.”

“Why don’t we just all go,” Dustin suggested. He grabbed Steve’s keys out of his hand. “We’ll take Steve’s and save you the gas. You can tell mom you watched me. Win win.”

“Loss for me, I’m out of gas,” Steve argued.

“Then why did you come here?” Dustin questioned, eyeing him. He was trying to be a wingman but geez, Steve didn’t ever make it easy.

“You’re right,” Steve muttered.

“Alright. Shotgun,” you said, getting off the couch. You walked to put on your shoes. Steve and Dustin shared a look as you walked into the other room.

“Dude you have got to make a move,” Dustin whispered.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. She’ll only stay on the market for so long. Nancy was trying to set her up with a friend from school.” Steve’s eyes went wide. Well when he put it like that.

“Does she even like me?”

“I read it in her diary. She likes your butt and your fancy hair,” Dustin said, disgust in his voice. A flash of hope went over Steve’s face.

“She likes my hair?”

Steve cleared his throat as you walked back in.

“Ready?” you questioned. Steve answered enthusiastically.

“Yup!”

Though you never actually spent a lot of time in Palace Arcade, you always found yourself enjoying it. The energy inside was electric and there was always someone screaming about some high score. The food was indulgent and it was cheap. You could usually buy food for the entire crew for only like 20 dollars.

Steve shoved Dustin towards the games as you walked through the doors. You could hear Mike’s voice somewhere within the condensed crowd. Dustin turned back around. He wasn’t about to let go that easily.

“Will you guys get food?” he asked, hopeful. Steve and you shared a look, despite the fact that you were both hungry and you would probably cave no matter what he said.

“What do you want?” Steve asked begrudgingly.

“Nachos with extra cheese and extra meat.”

“A large nachos. Gotcha,” Steve muttered. “Go find out what the others want.” Dustin wasted no time in escaping away. You and Steve walked through to the front where there were a couple tables. Most weren’t cleaned off yet but neither of you seemed to mind as you sat down to claim a spot.

“You didn’t have to come today,” you told him. You and Steve rarely had any time alone. You found yourself looking forward to it, despite the nerves bubbling in your chest. What if you had been reading the signs wrong? Wasn’t Steve like this with every girl who crossed his path? Hell, he pulled Nancy Wheeler.

“Don’t tell him but I really don’t mind carting them around. It makes me feel important.” You laughed gently.

“You are important,” you said and you meant it. You were surprised at the sincerity in your voice. “Plus, I think he likes having two older siblings he can boss around.”

“I don’t think of us as siblings.”

“Not you and me. We’re not siblings.”

“No, absolutely not,” he promised. You both laughed. You liked making him laugh. You liked the way he smiled when he laughed.

Dustin came back through the crowd.

“Two nachos, two hot dogs.”

“Who's all here?” you questioned, suspiciously. You held up your finger, counting. “Mike…you..”

“And Lucas and Will.”

“No girls today?”

“None.” You looked through the crowd. You pursed your lips and nodded slowly.

“Fine. We’ll call you over.” Dustin nodded and once again, he was gone. You turned back to Steve. “We splitting this one?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You ordered for everyone, knowing what Steve wanted before he even knew. He watched you with care and he ended up paying for the whole thing. You gave him a gentle hard time but you were grateful despite it.

You waited together off to the side. He leaned against the wall, facing you. You faced him, starting to feel self conscious under his gaze.

“Whatcha thinking about Harrington?”

“Do you like my hair?” You raised an eyebrow. That was random.

“I do.” You lifted an arm, brushing your fingers through it. He let you, even though he typically would’ve swatted the hand away. He shivered under the touch of your fingers against his scalp. “No one has hair like you Harrington,” you promised. It felt like it was just the two of you. You liked being alone with him. Even if you weren’t alone with him.

You wondered what it would feel like to be in an empty house with Steve Harrington. No little brothers, no friends, no strangers. Just you and him. What would that be like?

You were dying to find out.

You dropped your hand.

He grabbed it before it fell completely to your side.

“Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” If that was true…

“Steve-”

“Do you wanna go out? With me.” You tried to hide your glee and forced forward your surprise.

“Like a date?”

“Like a date.” There was some sort of confidence in his eyes that wasn’t there a moment before. You smiled gently and leaned your back against the wall, staring away from him. You hummed, like you were thinking, even though you already had your answer on the tip of your tongue.

“Where would we go?”

“Wherever you want.”

“The arcade?” He smiled, nodding.

“If you want twenty bucks in quarters then I’ll hand them over,” he promised. You met his eyes.

“Sure Steve.” He wanted to fist pump the air. He refrained but the look remained in his eye as though he had.

“Steve!” A voice behind a counter called. The food was ready. He turned and you thought it might break him out of the moment but he grabbed the tray and looked right back at you with those same eyes.

“We can go somewhere that isn’t the arcade.”

“Well we already know how to get here.”

“We could have our date right now.” You suggested. “Though I don’t know if you could cop a feel with my little brother running around.” He set the tray down on the table and before you could sit down he grabbed your hip, pulling you closer. You breathed out sharply, your face heating up. You were close now. So close.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“It’s good. It’s really good,” you said through giggles. You liked being this close to him. He started to move in, breathing evenly and you would’ve kissed him like it was the last thing you could ever do if not for-

“Is that the food?”

You dropped each other. Dustin’s voice could cut through anything.

“Y-yeah,” Steve stammered. The confidence in his voice had not left but he remained slightly embarrassed. Dustin nodded slowly, approaching.

“I’m gonna take this to everyone.”

“That’s mine and Steve’s,” you explained, grabbing your food off the tray. Dustin nodded. He looked between the two of you warily. The group had made their way closer, damning the rest of the moment. You and Steve sat down anyway, dividing up sauces and drinks.

“You got coke?” he questioned. You nodded, offering some to him. He took it, taking a drink through the straw. He had opted for sprite.

“Can you shotgun that?” you teased. He rolled his eyes, pointing a finger at you as he swallowed.

“I’ve yet to see you shotgun anything,” he said. “I don’t think you can do it.”

“Don’t open up the floodgates like that Harrington. You know I like to win.”

“That’s what I like about you. Nobody likes a loser.” You rolled your eyes and ate a fry, dipping it into his sauce. “Well?”

“Hm?”

He gestured to the coke vendor to the side. They sold cans; not cups. You scoffed.

“Here? In the middle of the children's arcade?”

“It’s not alcohol!” he said. You sat in silence for a moment, chewing and thinking. You narrowed your eyes at him. It wasn’t exactly the most attractive thing you could do in the moment but the defiance in his eyes made you want to act anyway. You got up, the chair squeaking as you pushed it back. You walked over and hit the side of the vending machine. A coke fell out. It was an arcade secret that it did that if you hit it just right. Will had taught you. You didn’t think he had it in him.

You walked back over to Steve. You sat across from him, shoved a hole into the bottom half of the can and put your lips over it. You opened up the tab and tilted your head upwards, keenly away that some of it was spilling over your chin.

Once the coke was gone you put the can down, crushed. You wiped your mouth.

Steve looked like you had just reignited his reasons for living.

“You happy now?”

He leaned over the table and kissed you. You tasted of coca cola, your lips still seemingly fizzing. You gasped into his lips but didn’t bother pulling away. You wanted this. You wanted to taste him for the first time, even if he had the aftertaste of soda. He wanted you to be closer to him. He didn’t want to have to pull away to get you closer though.

You pulled out for air.

“That was so hot.” You laughed gently, sitting back in your chair. You wanted to tell him that he was so hot but you refrained from making the moment any more cheesy. You crossed your arms.

“Your turn.”

“I’ll do it when we drink together. You should see me shotgun two.”

“That sounds like a sight for sore eyes, Harrington.” You wrapped your foot around his lower leg, pulling it towards you. It was weak but he didn’t need a lot of prompting to kiss you again.

“Hey! This is a public space!” Keith called. Seeing him after kissing Steve was quite the come down. “Save it for the bedroom,” he hissed. He had cheeto dust on his mouth. Steve eyed him with a slight annoyance.

“We’re paying customers, you can’t tell us what to do.”

“I can,” Keith promised. “I can kick you out and your little group of children.” You rolled your eyes.

“Relax Keith. We’re just hanging out.” Your chair had moved closer to Steve’s. You wondered if he had pulled it towards him while you were distracted. You were now right next to each other. You threw your arm over the back of his chair. “Eating our fries. You caught us.” Keith gave you a glare.

“Okay mom and dad Jesus.” You and Steve met each other’s eyes for just a moment and then his eyes were back on the road. It felt right being here. It felt like this was where it was all supposed to lead to.

“So you guys should get married,” Dustin suggested. The car filled with laughter. Steve’s hand was on your thigh. The level of domesticity led you to believe he had been thinking about this a while. You loved his hand being there. You loved that he was touching you.

“Don’t jinx anything Henderson,” Steve said to the rearview mirror.

“I didn’t jinx anything.” He turned to Mike and gestured to his left ring finger. He mouthed something you didn’t catch.

“No gossiping,” you snapped.

Though you didn’t want your second date to be at the arcade.

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cornyonmains · 8 months

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Something I really like about Only Friends is the characters are so complexly written and layered that I kind of wind up being an apologist or detractor for all of them at different points in time. I don't really have a black and white view of the characters, which is usually the only thing you have in BL.

Top's a fuckboy with substance abuse issues. But also, he seems like he genuinely wants connection, and I feel bad for him sometimes because it's so clear he wants Mew to be affectionate with him, and Mew just isn't.

Mew is controlling. A giant walking defense mechanism that can't connect will with people. But also, he's surrounded by people who don't have his best interests in mind, and as he's opening up, we're seeing that he's not some criminal mastermind. In fact, that's the mask. The real Mew is just some dumb college kid who's into a guy he's scared of being vulnerable with, because he's never caught feelings he couldn't control. It's so obvious someone messed Mew up REAL GOOD.

Boston is.... He's an objectively terribly human being. He's also a miserable human being though, a lot like Ray, and he places so much of his value on sex he doesn't know how to make meaningful bonds. It's clear he's nuts about Nick, that he wants to monopolize his affections and attentions, but he doesn't know how to translate that into something healthy. Like Mew, his relationship with sex is fucked, and at the core of an inability to bond. I actually think he's jealous of Mew because there's a parallel there, but whereas Boston is derided for his relationship with sex and inability to connect, Mew is praised. Boston is a shit human being, but he is to be pitied.

Ray's kind of a dick. He's self-centered, won't take no for an answer from Mew, he has substance abuse issues, and saying Sand wasn't his boyfriend because he's holding onto that hope for Mew was fucked. But he's also got major depressive disorder, his parents sound like real pieces of work, and Khao does such a great job of conveying his fragility you can really sense how close to just breaking apart he is. He fucks up, but you still want him to get to a better place.

Sand, oh dear god, this boy has my heart. He's not perfect. Yeah, he sells hooch, he smokes weed, he parties. But he's got flaws too. He works too much, his head's in the clouds, he's destined to wind up on a sexiest mugshots website, and he falls too hard, too fast. He lets himself get led around by the nose by Ray. Sand's the easiest character to like on this show. He's got a hustle, but he's also got 'dude I wouldn't be deeply uncomfortable to be in a room alone with' energy.

Nick's not completely guiltless with his relationship with Boston. I've got a soft spot for him because he's a sweet, quiet kid, and I have a habit of adopting introverts. But he's not like Mew, he knew his way around both dick and dicks from the start, and wasn't blind to who Boston was. He bugged the car. That was a little too extra. I still wanna buy him cheeseburgers and tell him these boys ain't shit though, because he's so miserably in love with Boston, and Boston might be up front with him, but he's still stringing him along, telling him what he wants to hear, and giving more when Nick expresses interest in seeing other people. Was recording Boston and Top some pure creep mode shit to do? Yes. But do I support him using the recording to put Boston in his place? Yeah, I do.

Cheum is another easy to like characters, but we don't get to see much of her, so aside from simply liking her dancing queen energy, I can't really make an assessment. I like that she's the only one in the group actually helping Mew with the project. Also, I laughed when she clocked Ray as most fuckable. Most queer woman would agree, and Jojo is out here making us feel attacked.

Anyways, in summation, I'm thinking of opening a GoFundMe to get therapy for fictional characters. I still can't believe we've got 7 more episodes of drams to get through.

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c00kieguy · 6 days

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Boo! April Fools!

A/N: I know I'm more than 2 weeks late shhh. Anyway, pranking Jing Yuan, Welt, Boothill and Dr. Ratio. Not proofread.

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Jing Yuan

You choose a very classic prank for this. All you needed was a piece of paper, some ink and something to stick it with

“Morning Jing Yuan.” You greet the general and hug him. He accepts your hug graciously but unbeknownst to him you stick a piece of paper to his back.

The rest of Jing Yuan’s day was…something.

“Good morning Jing Yuan.” “Rest well, Jing Yuan?” “Would you like some tea Jing Yuan?” Sure it all sounded like normal morning talk but…not a single person called him General. Not even Yanqing.

“Good morning Jing Yuan! Shall I start my training now?” Absurd. He’s close to losing it. I mean, he didn’t mind being called by his name but this…no…there was too much wrong with this.

When you reveal your schemes he’s very amused and gives you one of his signature hearty laughs. “I’m surprised everyone went along with it.” “They just wanted an excuse to see you confused since you’re always so calm and collected” “Ah….”

Welt

Now this was a very interesting case. Welt wasn’t someone easy to prank, besides, you hardly knew much about him.

One important tit bit you managed to bribe out of the trailblazer tho was his immense love for collectables, and that’s all the help you needed for your prank.

Welt takes his time surveying the cabins of the express for anything odd. It was a quiet day but it never hurt to be a little cautious, besides, he was bored so might as well.

On his way back to the main cabin he spots something amazing, a small trinket, so small that he almost missed it. Getting down on one knee he realizes that it’s a small keychain of some sort with a toy robot at one end.

The man really felt like it was his birthday, sure it could belong to someone else but, small joys like these were rare.

When he goes it pick it up however, it seemed to have been stuck to the ground

You take the opportunity to start filming him from out of sight, this was going to be hilarious!

Welt tugs on it once, twice then on the third try he rips it off the floor with little to no effort. You just stare at him flabbergasted, was the super glue that weak? No…that can’t be it

You decide not to confront him about the incident and delete any video evidence, Aeon knew what he’d do to you if he found out…

Boothill

What a carefree guy he was, but Boothill got annoyed very quickly so you had many options to screw with him.

That made it harder to pick however, but ultimately you decide on something very devious.

Sneaking into his room at knight you carefully connect your device to him via the usb port on his hip. After that it was only a matter of adding your code to the existing one and voila, done!

Unfortunately your luck ended there.

“What do mew think mew’re doing nya?”

…

“WHAT DID MEW DO TO MEOW?” He looks furious and you’re doing your best not to laugh but you have to physically bite down on your lips to stop yourself. “Stop purring and fix thisss!!” Yea you lost it.

You spend the rest of the day undoing your mess with the occasional cocky rhetoric from your cyborg friend. You’re gonna really miss this tho, he sounds so cute saying all those adorable cat puns. You swore sometimes he’d growl like a cat whenever you slacked off for a bit

Overall, extremely tedious to fix, but was it worth it? Very.

Dr. Ratio

Another tricky guy, you had to pull so many strings just to get everything ready so you hoped the payoff would be worth it.

You set up a small outing with Topaz, Aventurine and Ratio and go to meet up with them, so far only Topaz was there and Ratio joins you swiftly.

“Um…can we help you?” Topaz asks him. “Excuse me?” “Is there anything you need…?” “No? I’m here because you invited me.” You two give each other a very lost look.

“Sorry, do we know you?” Ratio looked like he was close to losing a few brain cells for sure. Luckily just then Aventurine arrived and Ratio visibly looked a little relaxed.

“Heyyy, who’s the new guy?” Yea no, he’s not relaxed anymore, the doctor looks like he’s about to blow a fuse.

“Is this some sort idiotic prank? I’m not interested in playing your stupid games-”

“Oh wait, I know you!” Topaz pipes up. “You’re Sunday right? Can’t believe I missed that signature blue hair.” The three of you share understanding nods between each other as if you had just uncovered some ancient truth. Out of the corner of your eye you swore you saw the doc’s eye twitch.

Luckily you and Topaz managed to slip out of there just as you hear Ratio’s brick book make contact with Aventurine’s head.

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From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

@emen-98 @1lostsoul0fishbowl @vulpixsworld

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chrissy was getting dressed for school, excited to see Eddie again. After last night, she really couldn't stop smiling. She also couldn't stop humming Bob Dylan and Muddy Waters as she twirled around the room. She pulled on her favorite blue jumper and pulled her hair into a ponytail. Eddie had let it slip yesterday that he liked seeing her in blue, that it brought out her eyes. She was just putting up the finishing touches when she heard Dustin talking into the phone from the living room.

". . .she spent all evening with her new boyfriend, Eddie. . ."

Chrissy hurried into the living room and ripped the phone from his hand.

"Who are you talking to?" Chrissy asked.

"Argyle," Dustin said.

"By the way, Eddie is not my boyfriend," Chrissy said.

"Hmm, is he not a boy and a friend?" Dustin asked.

"Don't be so technical, smartass," Chrissy asked and put the phone to her ear. "Hey, Argy."

"Hey, Lady Henderson, I figured I would make the rounds since Jonathan called me this morning," Argy said.

"He called you?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh, we talked for a while," Argyle said. "He said he got up early so he could talk to me."

"Aww, that's cute," Chrissy said.

"What's this that I hear from the Little Dude about a boy and a friend?" Argyle asked.

"Oh, Dustin's just being a little shithead, Eddie's just a friend," Chrissy said.

"Sure, he is, Chrissy Cat," Argyle said. "What are you wearing?"

"Oh, just this blue jumper that I thought Eddie would like," Chrissy said.

"Ha!" Argyle said.

"Damn it! Okay. So, I have a little crush," Chrissy sighed. "You know, you don't see me pressing you about your crush when you might not be aware - "

"Oh, I'm fully aware of my crush on Jonathan," Argyle said.

"Oh? Okay, so I'm allowed to tease you about it?" Chrissy asked.

"Go ahead!" Argyle said teasingly.

"Well, I feel like I'm on the spot now," Chrissy laughed.

"Chrissy! Steve is here!" Claudia called.

"Oh, well, I guess I have to go," Chrissy said.

"Talk to you later, Lady Henderson!" Argyle exclaimed.

Chrissy pulled on her jacket and grabbed her backpack before leading Dustin out towards the door. They quickly said their goodbyes to Claudia and Mews before leaving the house. Chrissy didn't waste any time pushing Dustin into the back seat of the car.

"Jesus, we're not going to get there any faster if you injure me," Dustin scowled. "Eager to suck face with your boyfriend?"

"He is NOT my boyfriend!" Chrissy blushed.

"So, Chrissy, your boyfriend couldn't give you a ride this morning?" Steve asked with a teasing grin.

"Shut up, Harrington!" Chrissy exclaimed and messed up his hair.

"Hey! Watch the hair, Henderson!" Steve exclaimed.

"Keep your boyfriend in line, Nance," Chrissy glared.

"Couldn't even if I wanted to," Nance said as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Barf," Robin said as Steve drove off with a smile on his face. "So, seriously, nothing happened?"

"Well, I offered to teach him to cook, we ate, talked, then we listened to music and danced. Of course, we were interrupted by his uncle," Chrissy replied.

"Hmm, first the bird and now the uncle. I think the universe might be telling you not to go for it, Chrissy," Robin said.

"Either that or to hurry up and make a move," Steve said.

"That's true," Robin said. "Are you going to make a move because I think it's about time that women take charge, you know?"

"I second that," Nancy said. "And so does Steve. He loves being the little spoon."

"And I'm not ashamed of it," Steve grinned.

As soon as Chrissy got out of the car, a blurry figure slid into her, slipping on some ice. She barely had time to catch him, but she managed. Chrissy wrapped her arms around Eddie's waist as he steadied himself, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Henderson, you're not busy tonight, are you?" Eddie asked breathlessly.

"No, can't say that I am," Chrissy said. "Are you wanting to see me again?"

"I definitely do, but I also want you to see me," Eddie said.

"What?" She asked.

"My band Corroded Coffin is playing at the Hideout tonight, you know, if you wanted to come," Eddie said, his eyes eager and hopeful.

"Do you mean the Hide Away?" Steve asked.

"No, that's a different bar," Eddie replied.

"We have two bars that sound similar?" Steve asked in confusion.

"Um, yeah, they're actually rival bars. The Hide Away changed their name out of spite," Eddie said. "Anyway, you in or you out, Henderson?"

"Yeah, I'm sure she wants - " Steve started to say with a grin before Nancy elbowed him. "Ow!"

"Yes, I would love to come," Chrissy said with a grin.

Eddie grinned, surged forward, and kissed her cheek. Suddenly, the car door opened, pushing Chrissy further into Eddie's arms.

"You're blocking the door, Chrissy!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Sorry," Chrissy said and moved out of the way with Eddie.

"Explain to me why you just kissed my sister," Dustin said as he climbed out of the car. "Are you the guy she won't stop gushing about?"

"I'm Eddie," he introduced with narrow eyes.

"Oh, so, you are the guy!" Dustin exclaimed.

"I suppose I am," Eddie grinned while Chrissy glared at her brother. "You must be Dustin, the brother she won't shut up about and the future member of Hellfire."

"Hellfire?" Dustin asked.

"You didn't tell him about Hellfire?" Eddie asked with a gasp and pressed a hand to his chest.

"I was going to surprise him," Chrissy said.

"What's Hellfire?" Dustin asked.

"Hellfire is a D&D club at the high school that Eddie here runs," Chrissy said.

"What?! Why didn't you ever tell me? Oh my God, do you think if I study hard enough that I can get early admission into high school? Nancy, did you know about this?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah, I did," Nancy said in amusement.

"And you never told Mike?" Dustin asked.

"Nope," Nancy said.

"She also has a brother who plays?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," Chrissy giggled at the look of joy on his face.

"More future members," Eddie said rubbing his hands together.

"Are you going to be there by the time I get to high school?" Dustin asked.

"Well, I'm a senior now, so hopefully not," Eddie replied. "But I'm going to make damn sure that the club is still around when you get there."

"Awesome," Dustin said. "That's a cool vest. Did you put those patches on yourself?"

"I did," Eddie said and ruffled his hair.

"Your boyfriend's cool, Chrissy!" Dustin exclaimed as he ran off towards the high school.

"Did you hear that? He thinks I'm cool," Eddie replied with a grin.

"He also called you Chrissy's boyfriend," Steve pointed out.

"Don't you need to go and do something with your hair?" Eddie asked. "Like, I don't know, make love to it."

"At least I care about my hair, Munson. What do you use? Dirt?" Steve scoffed.

"Well, some of us can't afford to use some of those fancy hair care products that I'm sure take up most of that huge house of yours," Eddie snapped.

"You don't need to be rich to take care of your hair," Steve said. "I could help you if you want."

"Yeah, I'll ask for help from you when hell freezes over, King Steve," Eddie scoffed.

Steve laughed, a hardness around his eyes, and raised his hands in surrender while Nancy pulled him away, rolling her eyes. Robin followed after them, giving Eddie a curious look before she left. Chrissy turned on Eddie with a curious look.

"What was that about?" She asked.

"I don't like the guy, I'm sorry you have to hang out with him," Eddie said.

"I don't have to hang out with him. I chose to. I knew him long before Nancy did. He's a really great guy," Chrissy said.

"He was a bit of an asshole," Eddie replied.

"You did go after his hair first, and he also tried to be nice by offering to help. He loves hair," Chrissy said. "He hates being called King Steve, just like you hate being called Junior."

"Fine, fine!" Eddie exclaimed, raising his hands and rolling his eyes. "He's a good guy, fine. Are you still coming tonight?"

"Yeah, I said I would," Chrissy huffed. "I promised my mom I would have dinner with her and Dusty tonight."

"Yeah, we don't go on until later," Eddie said with a sigh.

"Fine, I'll see you there," Chrissy said.

"Fine."

Ronnie suddenly bounded over, opening her mouth to greet Chrissy. She closed her mouth when she sensed the tension between them.

"Is everything okay?" Ronnie asked. "Did I interrupt something?"

"Nothing, you interrupted nothing," Chrissy said. "I'm going inside to get away from this cold."

The last thing she heard as she walked away was Ronnie turning on Eddie.

"What did you do?" Ronnie hissed.

"Nothing!"

"I swear if you screw this up. . . !"

Later that day, Chrissy was sitting in the library during her free period, sketching in her journal. Was she pouting? Definitely. They hadn't been friends for very long, but they already got into a little tiff. He had to know that Steve was important to her, and if Eddie could never get along with him, then how could she possibly date him? The thought of that left a pit in her stomach. She was so upset by all of it that she had to draw in her sketch book, and she was drawing furiously.

"Wow, I really made you angry," Eddie's voice came over her shoulder.

Chrissy jumped and turned around to glare at him. In the sketchbook, Eddie was standing underneath an anvil.

"Well, I figured it can go either way. I can save you or let it fall on your head," Chrissy said.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have insulted your friend," Eddie sighed.

"I didn't appreciate the way you humored me either. He really is a good guy," Chrissy said.

"No, that was shitty of me too," Eddie said.

"Have you ever even talked with him before?" Chrissy asked softly.

"No," he said, scratching the back of his head. "I kind of assumed that he was like Hagan and Perkins."

"He's nothing like those assholes," Chrissy sighed. "You should at least try to know him before judging him. Not all jocks are assholes."

"Yeah, see, I know that because you're a jock," Eddie blushed. "It's just hard."

"The other jocks or Higgins don't necessarily make it easy," Chrissy sighed.

"I'm going to try and work on it, though," Eddie said.

Chrissy sighed and leaned her forehead against his. He sighed and closed his eyes. He leaned back and kissed her scarred eyebrow, cupping her face.

"None of that in my library!" The librarian shrieked.

"Goddamnit!" Eddie cursed and Chrissy giggled.

The bell rang, signaling that they needed to head to class. Walking out of the library, Eddie's other friends tracked him down.

"So, this is the girl Ronnie told us about. I thought for sure you scared her away," a curly haired boy said.

"Not yet," Eddie laughed. "Chrissy, this Gareth, Stan, and Jeff."

"Nice to meet you all," Chrissy said and grinned at Eddie. "And Eddie isn't anything to be scared of. He's a teddy bear."

"Hah! TEDDY!" Gareth exclaimed.

"Alright, shut it, asshole," Eddie laughed. "Hopefully, tonight, she's going to become our number one fan."

"Really? Are you coming tonight?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, I can't wait to see you guys play," Chrissy said.

"Don't get too excited. The Hideout is, well, not a great place, and we only play to like five drunks," Eddie said.

"Five drunks is generous," Stan said rolling his eyes.

"I'm sure you guys are going to do great as long as you guys have fun," Chrissy said.

"Oh, yeah, we always do," Jeff said. "I mean, we're no Metallica, but I think we're good."

"Hey, everyone started somewhere," Chrissy said. "Do all of you play?"

"Not me. I've only started playing D&D this year. I'm a freshman," Gareth said. "But Jeff, Ronnie, and Stan are in the band. Shit, I'm going to be late to class. It was nice to meet you."

Gareth flashed her his braces and scowled as he moved through the crowd.

"We should probably do the same," Eddie said.

Everyone dispersed and started walking to their class. Chrissy looked at Eddie in amusement as he walked beside her, whistling a jaunty tune. Eddie stopped and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Isn't your class in the other direction?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh, shit, yeah," Eddie said and started walking the other way before stopping. "Did you memorize my schedule, Henderson?"

"No!"

"Lies!"

As Chrissy was sitting down to eat lunch with her friends, she found that Eddie had plopped down beside her, across from Steve and Nancy.

"Harrington," Eddie greeted.

"Munson," Steve said stiffly.

"I would like to formally apologize to you and invite you guys to come to the Hideout to hear us play," Eddie said, scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah, that would be good," Steve said. "Looking forward to it. Apology officially accepted. I should also apologize for the dirt comment."

"Apology accepted, though sometimes I do put dirt in my hair," Eddie said.

"Why?" Steve asked.

"The ground loves me," Eddie said.

"Weird way to say you're a klutz," Steve laughed.

"Okay, now that the awkward moment is out of the way. . .Are we also invited, or is it couples only?" Robin asked.

"You're invited, too, Wheeler, and Byers," Eddie said.

"Um, what time? I'm expecting a phone call this afternoon," Jonathan said, his cheeks pink.

"About 7 or 8 should be good," Eddie replied.

"Oh, the call should be over by then, so yeah, I'll be there," Jonathan said.

Chrissy bit her lip and smiled, knowing that Jonathan was more than likely talking about Argyle. For the rest of the day, it was all she could think about. She flounced out of the doors, about to walk towards when she got approached by Jason, who was clearly waiting for her. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Chrissy," Jason said. "You look pretty today."

"Thanks," Chrissy said, and Jason paused as if he was expecting something. "If you're hoping I'll tell you that you're pretty too, you're going to be waiting a long time."

"Look, Chrissy, I haven't talked to you in a while, I'm hoping that I gave you enough space to think about us," Jason said.

"Jason, there is no us. Get it through your thick skull. I don't want to be with you, I will never want to be with you," Chrissy said.

"Come on, Chrissy, you haven't given me a chance," Jason said. "Not even one date."

"The fact that you won't take no for an answer proves to me that you don't even deserve a date," Chrissy snapped. "No, Jason!"

His face changed so quickly that it startled her. He moved closer to her, glaring at her.

"I'm trying to save you from ruining your already tainted reputation from the stink of the freak," Jason said.

"I don't need saving by anyone, let alone you. Eddie is a better man than you will ever be. I don't give a shit about my reputation, I like how it is, and I like my friends," Chrissy said. "So back the fuck off."

Chrissy turned to walk away when Jason grabbed her arm, turning her back to him.

"Listen here, you little - FUCK!" Jason yelped.

Chrissy had grabbed his crotch with her free hand and squeezed.

"Let go of me, and I'll let go of you," Chrissy said sweetly. "You need to understand that you're not the hero in my story. . .you're the villain, but you can always turn it around. What kind of man do you want to be?"

Jason let go of her arm, and Chrissy let him go, smiling as he sank to the ground. She walked away from him, a jaunt in her step.

"BITCH!" Jason yelled.

"Bitch, witch, whatever works for you!" Chrissy said as she gave him the finger without looking at him.

Steve and Nancy had been rushing from the car when she met them halfway.

"Jesus. Are you okay?" Steve asked.

"What the hell was that about?" Nancy asked.

"Jason wouldn't take no for an answer, and he grabbed my arm, so I squeezed his dick," Chrissy said with a shrug.

"Jesus, well, do we need to stop by the police station?" Steve asked.

"No. . .I mean, I don't think Hopper can do anything about it. Jason's dad is a lawyer. I got him back, so hopefully, he won't be a problem for me anymore," Chrissy said.

"Well, if he does bother you again or lay hands on you, then we definitely should report him," Nancy said.

"Or I can get him with the bat," Steve muttered.

Chrissy cleared her throat when she saw Dustin walking quickly towards her from the middle school. The conversation was over. She really didn't want to have to explain to her little brother how she grabbed a guy's dick at school. She was a little surprised at herself for doing it. She didn't think she was capable of doing something like that, and she did it without thinking. She didn't feel guilty about it all, and she hoped Jason never forced her hand like that again. She was silent the entire ride back home. She had decided not to ride back with Eddie this time due to the fact that she was eating with her family tonight. Dinner time was a much happier affair as Dustin went on and on about Eddie. It was adorable the way he talked about him. Unfortunately, she had to let him down when she told him about going to see him play, and he pouted about it for the rest of dinner.

"Be careful!" Claudia said as she left the house. "Have fun, too!"

"You better tell me everything when you get back!" Dustin hollered.

"Will do!" Chrissy said.

Chrissy slid into the backseat with Robin and Jonathan. It was smart to bring just one car.

"Yeah, mom and Will practically pushed me out the door when Steve showed up," Jonathan muttered in greeting. "I think they're way too excited that I have friends now."

"Aw, they're happy for you," Chrissy said, and then she pointed out his camera. "You going to take some shots?"

"Hopefully, I didn't think to ask Eddie," Jonathan said. "I told Argyle about it, and he said he wished he could be here."

"I'm sure Eddie will not mind at all," Chrissy said.

They finally found the Hideout between an abandoned steel work factory and a cornfield. It was a small bar with bricked up windows with what looked like a handmade stage in the back. The floors had never been cleaned, and everything was sticky, but it was. . .quaint. When they walked in, Eddie was arguing with an older maroon haired woman. His eyes lit up when he spotted them.

"See, Bev, there they are!" Eddie exclaimed. "Customers who are begging to see me play! Byers even brought a camera!"

"Oh, yeah, I'm so eager. I'm practically on my knees to see him play," Steve smirked.

"Ignore him," Eddie grinned.

"Fine! Fine! Go on, Junior," Bev huffed.

Eddie jumped in excitement and ran over to them, hugging Chrissy tightly. She giggled as he shook her from side to side. He pulled back, kissed her eyebrow, and then poked her nose.

"Thanks for coming, witch," Eddie said.

"Couldn't wait to see my favorite freak play," Chrissy said, smiling.

Eddie pressed a hard kiss to her forehead before scampering off. He was practically skipping.

"I think we were just blurry shapes to him," Steve said, and Nancy giggled.

"He definitely only had eyes for you," Nancy agreed.

"Shut up," Chrissy said, but she was smiling.

They moved closer to the stage and grabbed a couple of tables, watching as they set up. Pretty soon, Eddie was front and center, standing in front of the mic with his guitar in his hands. He looked so angelic, standing up there even under such shitty lighting. For a moment, she couldn't hear anything. . .all she could see was Eddie. . .until she heard him calling her name.

"Chrissy. . .," Eddie breathed into the mic as he stared at her. "This is for you."

Chrissy gasped happily, her heart pounding in her chest as euphoria filled her as Corroded Coffin began to play. Chrissy clasped her hands under her chin, pressing them against her chest as the feeling of affection overwhelmed her. He kept eye contact with her the entire time he played that song. He was so amazingly beautiful and so. . .so. . .fuck it, the man was sexy. It was completely and utterly mesmerizing. She didn't even notice Jonathan taking a picture of the moment until he showed her a few days later. When she framed it later, she realized she was completely head over heels for this man. But now, in this moment, she wasn't really thinking about it. Only Eddie and how amazing he was. . .how amazing the others were. They were all so passionate, playing with their hearts, not really caring if the others liked it as well. Their joy carried out through their music, dancing over the group who had come to see them play. Chrissy watched her friends, and she could tell they were enjoying the show as well. Chrissy noticed that Robin's eyes never left Ronnie's. Finally, Bev cut the music, pulling the plug on their sound.

"Alright, that's enough! I have a damn headache!" Bev complained.

Eddie jumped down from the stage, meeting Chrissy hallway. He hugged her tightly and scooped her up off the ground, twirling her around. Chrissy giggled at Eddie as he set her down.

"You were amazing," Chrissy breathed.

"Yeah?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," she said and pulled herself out of his arms. "You all were."

She moved to hug the others, much to their surprised. She was pretty sure Jeff hugged her longer to annoy Eddie.

"Yeah, man, you guys were great," Steve said. "Not my type of music, but I definitely enjoyed the way you guys played."

"Thanks, man," Eddie grinned as he shook Steve’s hand.

Chrissy watched in amusement as Robin moved nervously over to Ronnie, her face shinning.

"Hey, Robin Wheeler, can I help you with anything?" She asked.

"That's not my name, I'm Ronnie Ecker," she said with a teasing grin.

"Oh! No! I meant that I'm Robin Wheeler, twin sister to Nancy. Fraternal twins, obviously," Robin said, laughing.

"Right," Ronnie said. "You can definitely help me put these babies away. Can you handle that?"

"Definitely!" Robin exclaimed.

Of course, Eddie had completely missed that interaction as Chrissy helped him but she didn't miss a thing.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"Nothing," Chrissy snorted.

Afterward, the group sat at the bar, discussing their music and their different tastes in music. Nerds, metalheads, a band geek, and a jock have come together to enjoy each other's company. Chrissy couldn't help but enjoy the feeling that came over her as she watched Eddie work behind the bar, tending to their newfound friends and the one drunk. She wondered if their lunch table was going to get bigger.

Chapter Seven

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Of Cats and Angels

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Castiel x child reader, Winchester brothers x sister reader

Request: heyo its me :))) could i request a platonic castiel x reader, where reader adopts a cat and they play w/ it? dont feel pressured to do it if you dont feel like it <33

Request by: @foggy-isnt-here

*not my gif*

Summary: Finding a cat on the side of the road with your babysitter angel… what could go wrong?

A/N: Get it? Instead of ‘Of Mice and Men’?… I’ll leave now

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Castiel’s eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted as he looked down at the carpet, “Is it supposed to be doing that?”

You giggled, putting a hand over your mouth as your rocked back and forth slightly, sticking your hand out to pet the kitten below you, “It’s just sneezing, Cassie.”

“Is it sick?” The angel was beginning to grow concerned. What was he supposed to do if the young thing got sick?

Another laugh escaped your lips, “No, silly! It’s just sneezing.”

“You said that already.” He mumbled, gently petting the small thing with his large hands.

Your brothers, Sam and Dean, were out on a simple hunt for the day, and seeing as you were only five and couldn’t be left in the bunker all by yourself, they asked Cass to babysit you for a couple hours.

He did it very gladly, always enjoying your company.

The two of you had gone into town in the beginning for a quick ice cream run- as insisted on by you- and were just about to go back home when you had heard a tiny ‘meow’ coming from behind a trash can.

You had rushed to take a closer look before Cass could stop you, and you had gasped when you came across a tiny orange and white kitten laying down on the ground.

It had no collar and there were no people around to claim it, so you had used your best puppy dog eyes on the angel to beg him to let you take it home, and he hesitantly agreed- not able to refuse you when you were making that face.

He had made you promise though that you would both bring it back before Sam and Dean got home, knowing they would either throw a fit or have a heart attack if they saw it- quite possibly both.

It mewed again softly and crawled its way over Cass’s foot, and began chewing slightly on the toe of his shoe.

“That is not food.” He tired explaining to it, lifting it up and putting it slowly on the ground right in front of you.

You weren’t really paying attention to him though, as your eyes were narrowed slightly in concentration, “We need to name him.” You mumbled, rubbing a hand on your chin like you had seen Dean do when he was thinking.

“Is that the best idea?” Castiel asked hesitantly, “I have heard that naming something can make you attached to it, and we need to give this back.”

You weren’t paying him any mind, though, as you continued to rub your hand against your chin, “I got it!” You finally announced, sticking your pointer finger up in the air, “Sir Fuzzy-Bottom Mittens!”

The angel stayed silent. Blinking at you once. Twice. Then looked down at the kitten before him, observing, “It is fitting.” He admitted, reaching over and petting him again.

You squealed in excitement, a large smile growing on your face, lifting Sir Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens to your face and rubbing his nose with yours, “I love you, Sir Fuzzy-Bottom Mittens.” You declared happily.

Castiel knew that at the moment, no matter what he did, nothing would separate you from your new found cat/ best friend, and he didn’t think it would be wise to even try.

The next hour was spent with the two of you playing with him using yarn, brushing him with Sammy’s hairbrush, and you even tried to teach him how to play fetch with some of Dean's socks.

The grin never once dropped from your face, and that made Castiel happy because he knew that there was nothing that could take away that joy from you at the moment.

That is, until the door to the bunker opened.

“Hey, we’re home!” Dean's voice rang through the halls, and yours and Castiel's eyes widened in horror.

“Where are you guys?” Sam called, his footsteps being heard getting closer and closer to your room.

Both of you scrambled up, blocking the cat just in time for the door to open and both of your brothers to step in.

“There you are.” Dean said with a grin, striding over with a smile and trying to pick you up so he could hug you.

You dug your heels firmly into the rug though, keeping put on the ground.

This made his eyebrows furrow as he pulled away, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

He and Sam both glanced between you and Cass, neither one of you allowing yourselves to make eye contact with the brothers.

A tiny sneeze was then heard throughout the room.

The boy's eyes widened and they quickly craned their necks to look behind you.

“Is-is that a cat?” Dean stuttered out in shock, staring with wide eyes at him.

“Wh-huh-how-“ Sam continued to stutter, unable to believe his own eyes.

“His name is Sir Fuzzy-Bottom Mittens.” You grumbled, crossing your arms and glaring cutely at the floor.

“Sir, what?” Dean yelled out in horror.

“Dean, listen,” Cass tried to reason, “It’s not that bad-“

“Not that bad?” His voice was strained, “Cass, do you have any idea-“

“Are you going to get rid of him now?” Your little voice cut Dean off as you looked up at your brothers with wide and tearfilled eyes.

“Well, I mean-“ Sam fell short as he looked at you and he could practically see your hopes and dreams being shattered in your eyes, “We can keep it.” He gave in with a sigh.

“We can?” Both you and Dean shrieked at the same time, both with very different tones and both for very different reasons.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You cheered, throwing yourself into Dean's arms and latching onto him like a koala.

As he looked down at you- just like Cass- he knew he couldn’t say no.

Instead, he signed and leaned down to kiss the top of your head, “Yeah, kid, we can keep it.”

“Hear that, Cassie?” You asked excitedly, turning to the trench coated angel.

He smiled lightly, “I heard that, Y/n.”

He sat down on the other side of you, reaching out to pet Sir Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens and continue to play with the two of you, closely followed by Sam and Dean.

“Okay, Mr Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens,” Dean mumbled, gently picking the tiny thing up, “guess you’re apart of the family now.”

“Sir Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens, Dean.” Cass corrected.

Dean slowly turned his head to look at the angel, blinking once before shaking his head and looking back down at the cat, “Sure, whatever you say.”

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somnambulic-thing · 10 months

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Found family fluff with Eddie and Wayne, you said? This is for @storiesbyrhi <3 1.8k, fluffy stuff ahead | Eddie & Wayne, Eddie & Dustin, Eddie & Mews, Wayne/Claudia Henderson [Or: The Hendermunsons, like I call them.] didn't really read it back, very likely very messy

It’s 86, baby, and Eddie snatches his diploma, flips off most of Hawkins High and storms off the stage. Wayne is already up and on his way to meet his boy, well aware of the plan Eddie had made way back when he had failed his first Senior year, and Wayne wasn’t going to spoil the fun for his kid. In his opinion, Principal Higgins got off easy with just a middle finger.

Out in the parking lot, Wayne pulls Eddie into a firm hug, tells him he’s proud, so proud, pats his shoulders a little too hard, maybe, but he really is proud and when he holds Eddie by his outstretched arms, both men look a little teary.

“You ready for the next adventure, kid?”

Eddie’s grin could split the pavement. “Hell yeah, Wayne. You’ve no idea.”

Wayne walks to the driver’s side of his car and smiles a decent smile himself. “I raised ya, Ed. I think I got an inkling about that.”

Later that day, the two Munsons knock at the Hendersons door and are greeted with cheers and kisses; Eddie to both cheeks, Wayne to the mouth. Claudia is excited, has made every little treat she knows Eddie loves and there is enough food to feed eight people instead of four.

“How are you feeling, Eddie?” Claudia asks, cheeks pink, eyes a little teary. “Excited?”

“I’m good, I’m good. You can’t bawl on me before dinner though, I need some sustenance before that.”

She cups his cheeks and gives him a little pat, smiling up at him. “Of course. Dusty is in his room, go say hello while your uncle and I get everything ready.”

Dustin’s door is ajar and Eddie knocks against the doorframe, giving him no real time to respond before entering. “Ohhh Duuuusty-buuun,” he croons and is met with a massive eye-roll and an annoyed stare which holds for five full seconds before he breaks out into a big fat grin.

“There he is, Eddie the Graduate!” Dustin bows down low, his think cap slipping off his curly head. “Most metal departure ever! Even Nancy cheered!”

Eddie snatches the cap from the floor before Dustin can, puts it on and flops down on the bed, arms spread out. “Man,” he sighs, “I still can’t believe that I finally made it.”

The mattress dips a little as Dustin sits down and the silly giggle Eddie considers home by now fills him with a weird kind of warmth that toes the line between comfort and anxiety.

“Yeah, dude, non of us can really believe it,” Dustin says and Eddie pulls up his brows until they almost hit the visor of the cap.

“Rude?”

Dustin’s eyes go wide, “No, no, no! That’s not what I mean!”

“What do you mean?”

“That… well, that we’re going to miss you, man.” Dustin rubs the back of his head and mumbles, “that I’m going to miss you… you know… you’re like the big brother I always wanted… and Hawkins won’t be the same without you now…”

“Uhh, fuck,” Eddie groans and presses his palms to his eyes. “The Hendersons and their tear-jerking properties.”

He sits up, sees the slight pout on Dustin’s face and puts and arm around his shoulder, ruffling through his curls, swallowing a small lump before he speaks again. “I’ll visit, as much as I can, okay?”

“Yeah, of course, I don’t mean to rain on your parade, man…”

“You better use your time wisely, I want to test out your DM qualities the first time I’m back.”

“What?” Dustin looks shocked, and starts to stammer. “I… no… that’s… weird, no Eddie, no, I… I… horrible idea… could never…”

Eddie laughs and pulls his arm around Dustin’s shoulder a little tighter. “Speak after me: I, Dustin Henderson…”

“I, Dustin Henderson…”

“…will be a great Dungeon Master!”

“Good,” Eddie smirks and pokes the tip of his tongue out his mouth. “It’s okay to not be as formidable as I am, kiddo, it’s hard to keep up with the divine…”

“Ass,” Dustin mutters, shoving Eddie slightly but they both chuckle softly.

“But no, hey, really… Don’t try to do what I did. You do your own thing and it will be great.”

“You sure?”

“Oh, yeah,” Eddie says and slumps back to the mattress again. “Would never have bullied you into taking over Hellfire if I wasn’t. M’ actually pretty fucking relieved to know it will be in good hands… don’t tell Wheeler, but I was considering failing another year when he declared his interest in taking over…”

“Man, would I be pissed after all those hours tutoring your antsy ass,” Dustin laughs and nudges Eddie’s knee with his own. “Your secret is safe with me.”

A soft knock on the door, then Wayne’s face appears in the doorframe. “You boys hungry?”

“Starving,” they say in unison and hop off the bed.

As they make their way into the kitchen Eddie remembers the first time he walked into the Hendersons house about a year ago on a mission to teach Dustin everything he knew about being a Dungeon Master. It had been like the house wanted him here, like it tried to persuade him that this was a place he needed to come back to, like the secrets on how to go on with his life that he sometimes was so weary of lay here in this humble one-story home.

It didn’t take long for Dustin to notice a pattern in the way Eddie did certain things. The kid started asking all kinds of weird questions about how Eddie went about his assignments at school and after he’d reluctantly answered all the very uncomfortable stuff, he could see a light bulb turn on and explode over Dustin’s head. Turned out that Dustin spent his summers at science camp with a lot of kids in need of alternative ways of learning and that over the years, Dustin had picked up on a few tricks himself. Tricks that worked wonders with Eddie. Soon, Dustin declared Eddie a fucking brain that just needed some directions from someone who was willing to be patient enough to show them to him.

Meeting Dustin hadn’t only changed Eddie’s life but also the life of his uncle and Eddie was proud of that. Proud that something he did ultimately lead to Wayne being as happy as Eddie had ever seen him.

Eddie had spent so much time at the Hendersons that Claudia one day told him to invite Wayne for dinner so that Eddie wouldn’t have to leave early to catch Wayne before his night shifts started. There had been nothing to prepare Eddie for how much of a flirt his uncle could be. Claudia had not stood a chance.

“Uhn, hey, Dustin?” he asks before they make it to the dark wood table Eddie was so familiar with by now and Dustin turns around, eyebrows high and waiting.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll miss you too, little brother.” Dustin’s eyes are huge, his lower lip slightly quivering and before he can speak, Eddie pulls him into a hug. “I owe you so much, dude. If you ever need anything you call me and I’m here as fast as I can, you hear me?”

“Uh-hn,” Dustin gulps against Eddie’s shoulder. “I will.”

“Good,” he releases Dustin, holds him by his shoulders and smiles. “Good.”

“Same goes for you, by the way,” he says a little shaky, reaching up to pluck his cap from Eddie’s head but Eddie evades him by leaning back.

“I’m keeping that.”

“What? Why? It’s my favourite!”

Eddie rolls his eyes and walks past Dustin towards the table where Wayne and Claudia are waiting, faces soft from what they surely just have witnessed. “Because it looks much better on me—“

“Asshole,” Dustin half laughs half grumbles, plopping down on his chair.

“Dusty!” Claudia says in shock while Wayne grins behind his hand. “Apologize to Eddie.”

“Nah! I kinda deserved it…” Eddie grins and looks around the room, “Where is Mews? He didn’t even say hello.”

“Oh,” Claudia stands up and hurries to open the porch doors. “Meeeewsieee!… He just went out for a walk right before you got here… Meeeeews… Eddie… come try it yourself, will you?”

Eddie joins Claudia at the door, puts his hands around his mouth and calls for the cat. “Oh, Meeeeews, where are youuuu?”

“MEOW!”

“I don’t believe it,” Claudia chuckles, strokes Eddie’s shoulder and walks back to the table as Eddie squats down, waiting, until Mews rushes out of an elder bush and right into his arms. He picks him up, scratching the special spot between his ears, the ginger fur soft between his fingertips.

“Hey buddy.” Eddie puts a kiss on Mews forehead and moves to sit down.

“Can we start eatin’ now?” Wayne says, eyeing the food impatiently. “I’m starving.”

“Sure, sure,” Eddie waits for Mews to find the best position on his lap. “Go ahead, you don’t have to wait for me. You know I have no table manners…”

“That may be, but I wanted to make a toast and I’d like for you to pay attention when I’m doin’ it, Ed.”

“A toast?” Eddie frowns.

“It’s a custom occurring during gatherings of people to honour something or someon— ouch,” Dustin shrieks, pulling up his leg to rub at his shin.

“Sorry,” Eddie winces, “wasn’t meant to be that hard.”

“Meow!”

Dustin laughs in disbelief. “Good thing you’re gone soon—“

“Meow?”

“You had to be a smartass, Dusty—“

“Well, you had to be a dumbass—“

“Boys!”

“Sorry Wayne,” they say in unison again, then fall quiet.

There is a smirk lingering somewhere around Wayne’s eyes, breaking out fully as he clears his throat and lifts his glass.

“This is to Eddie, my boy, who will leave Hawkins soon to bring chaos to Indianapolis and who hopefully won’t electrocute himself at his new job with that fancy guitar manufacturer because no matter what a menace he can be; I’m proud of him, always will be proud of him… and I love you, son. Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

“Meow!”

“Uhm, shit, uhm, thank you..” A stray tear runs down Eddie’s cheek and he lets it. Mews paws press against his stomach and he figures it doesn’t matter that he’s too overwhelmed to say something half as meaningful because they all knew it was there, somewhere inside him. “I… thank you… like… all of you. Truly.”

“Alright, my boys,” Claudia says, with a thick voice. “Let’s eat—“

“Not quite yet,” Wayne says and turns in his seat, glass raised once more. “And this is to my beautiful Claudia and to Dustin, who are willing to take an old man like me in and share their home with him. I’m one lucky bastard.”

“Cheers,” Eddie and Dustin laugh out, smiles splitting their faces while Claudia, cheeks flushed pink, presses a hearty kiss to Wayne’s cheekbone.

“You’re very welcome.”

“Yeah,” Dustin says, starting to load food onto his plate. “You’re welcome.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson #Eddie Munson & Dustin Henderson #Wayne Munson x Claudia Henderson #Eddie Munson fluff #my fic

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yakuzacanons · 4 months

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Hello! How about some fluff? Neko cafe date h/c with the boys! 🐱

As someone who has a pet cat, hell to the yea we can do this. I visited a lot of cat cafes in college too before I got my cat and I love them! I even live near a bookstore with live in cats hehe, so yes you may have cat headcanons. Thanks for ur patience, mwah.

Kazuma Kiryu

Pretty reverant when it comes to animals and kind of lets the cats come to him. Can't get enough of seeing how happy you are to be here though. More than content to just sit back and smile as he watches you play with the kittens.

Majima Goro

Zero clue what to do around pets, ever. Doesn't matter what kind of pet. He's not scared of animals but he just doesn't know what they like or dislike. Gets pretty giddy when an animal responds positively, saying something like "Ah, ya like chin scratches do ya?" when a cat starts to purr, looking at you proudly.

Saejima Taiga

Very gentle and respectful of animals and pretty decent at reading their body language. Nothing is as cute as seeing Saejima sit gently holding the tiniest kitten in the whole cafe in his lap, lightly petting its head and smiling.

Akiyama Shun

Fond of fluffy cats in particular and will coo at them about how beautiful their long fur is. Kittens are iffy for him, he's kind of worried he'd step on them? For some reason? Loves watching you play with them though.

Tanimura Masayoshi

Loves animals, especially the kittens. Engages with the string or stick toys a lot and makes little mews back at the kittens when they talk to him. Would even get down on the ground just to be at the cat's level.

Ryuji Goda

More of a dog person but the ice starts to break once a kitten tries to clumsily climb its way over his broad shoulders. He's annoyed for a split second before seeing how happy the moment makes you. From then on, he's steady as a mountain as the kitten fumbles its way from his right shoulder to his left. Maybe he can get into this cat thing after all?

Nishikiyama Akira

Kind of follows your lead, although he does love to give the cats treats. He does this cute thing where he'll pick out two cats that are most like the two of you.

Daigo Dojima

Didn't have pets growing up so he's pretty unfamiliar with what to do around cats. It's quite adorable to see the sixth chairman of the Tojo Clan gingerly hold his hand out for a curious cat to sniff, eventually gently scratching behind the cat's ears and gently smiling to himself.

Mine Yoshitaka

Not much of an animal person but he does love to admire the elegant appearance of a cat. Doesn't really go for kittens much and won't do much playing but does like to find a nice spot to sit next to a calmer adult cat, especially one that's sleeping, and just gently stroking its fur in silence.

Tatsuo Shinada

Something about this man just attracts kittens. They'll just kind of swarm him the second he sits down. Maybe it's his jovial attitude but they just want to play with him from the moment he walks in. He kind of just laughs through it, amused by their little meows.

Ichiban Kasuga

Literally love at first sight with every cat he sees. Adores animals and thinks each one is a precious angel. Would forgive a cat for biting him on the face, actually. Out of all the boys, he's the most likely to suggest a neko cafe date himself.

Tianyou Zhao

Likes to just sit and bap a ball around on the floor for the cats to chase. All smiles throughout the date, just has a grand time in general. Would give each cat a little kiss on the head if he could.

Joon-Gi Han

Has known about cat cafes for a while but never really got to go to one, mostly due to his line of work. Just kind of takes it all in, watching the cats play and enjoying a warm drink all while smiling a little to himself. This is nice. He could get used to doing things like this with you more often.

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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You Don't Have to Miss Me

Pairing - Reaper x reader

Warnings - none! angsty, but fluffy, but angsty lol (i also didnt proofread this at all lol, so if there are some funky bits, i really dont care lmaooooo)

Word Count - 1,954

Notes - i have been loving overwatch and then this hottie appeared and i was like... dangit. now i have to write for him smh. this is 7 pages on google docs lmaooo. im not the biggest fan of this one, but i thought i would just put it here for funsies lol. enjoy and have a good day and stay hydrated!! <333

Gabriel woke up, completely exhausted. Nothing new. At least he had those few moments of sleep that made him forget about the pain. Even if it was only a couple of hours, it was bliss. But it still didn't make up for the times he would wake up with nothing but pain surging through his body.

He quickly got out of bed, trying to make himself busy before he thought too much about the pain. That was difficult though, especially considering just how bad it hurt. He was in agony. It's like he was going insane. He just wanted it to stop.

Gabriel jumped feeling his cat rub on his leg, hoping to get some attention. Gabriel leaned down with a small smile, petting it on the head. “I'll feed you soon, Grimm.”

Grimm mewed with curiosity as Gabriel walked to the bathroom immediately greeted by his tired face. The icing on the cake. On top of feeling like shit, he looked like shit too. Just great.

He was quickly pulled from his mind as he felt Grimm’s soft fur back on his legs. “Grimm, no kitties in the bathroom.” He held Grimm from under his arms, the fat thing going ragdoll mode just to annoy Gabriel. “Shoo, out.” Gabriel pushed Grimm’s chubby butt away from the bathroom and slammed the door, sad and lonely meows quickly following.

Gabriel just stared at himself in the mirror for a moment before taking a deep breath. He needed to take a goddamn shower. He already looked and felt like shit, he didn't want to smell like it on top of that.

Ignoring the sad meows from the other side of the door, Gabriel let the water from the shower cover his whole body. Nice and warm. Today was going to be a long day, best to start it off good.

His nice shower was quickly interrupted, however, when he heard his phone ring. Usually, he would ignore that sort of thing, but when he peeked his head out of the shower, he saw your name plastered on his screen.

He cursed under his breath and jumped out of his shower, wiping his hands dry enough to at least answer the call.

“Reaper! That you?!” He put you on speaker and could hear that you were in the middle of battle, gunshots and explosions going off in the background.

“Y-Yeah. What’s up?” He jumped back in the shower, washing the soap out of his hair.

“Are you in the shower right now? OH SHIT!” He heard a couple of gunshots in the background and then silence.

“Are you oka-”

“You still there, Reaper?”

“Yeah, I'm still here.” He quickly ended his shower and wrapped a towel around his lower half.

“Are you nearby at all?” You sounded out of breath.

“Nearby as in…”

“We’re in Spain right now. I was wondering if you-”

Gabriel laughed, drying off his hair. “Sorry, sweetheart. I'm at home in America right now. There is no way in hell I'm rushing my ass over to Spain in the next five minutes. Call someone else.”

“Ugh! You’re no help, you know that?!” You took cover and reloaded your gun. “EAT MY BULLETS YOU PIECE OF SHIT!! I'll call you later, Reaper. I should be back tomorrow morning. Oh… and about the other night-”

“I don't want to talk about it.” Gabriel put his finger over the hang up button, tempted to press it.

“Don't hang up, Reaper. I just wanted to-”

Gabriel hung up quickly. He didn't want to talk about the other night, nor did he want to hear about it.

— — —

“What an asshole!” You reloaded your gun and went haywire on the other team.

“Is everything alright?” Widowmaker ran up to you and quickly grabbed your hand helping you off of the ground.

“I'm fine. Just a little pissed, that’s all.” You couldn't help but talk through gritted teeth. You were on edge right now.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Widowmaker watched your back and you watched hers. Thank god you had her on your side.

“I mean… I do… but he asked if we could keep it on the downlow, so I don't think I can.”

“He? You didn't tell me this was about a guy!” Widowmaker’s eyes went shiny, ready for you to spill everything.

“Oh, shut up, Widow, it's not like that.” You rolled your eyes, giggling a bit.

“Sure it's not.” Her tone was mocking, but it didn't stop you from laughing a bit. “So, who is he? Is he handsome? Does he have muscles?”

“Not telling. Yes. Yes.” You quickly ran through her questions, keeping your eyes on the other team.

“Do I know him?”

“I'm not telling you that.”

Widow rolled her eyes and you both heard a loud, “FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!”, which meant it was time for you both to get out of there.

“Come on, y/n! Just tell me!”

“He would kill me if I did that!” You both hurdled over a bus and held the back of your heads for cover.

“I got it!” You heard loud music and looked up to find Lucio, who threw you a thumbs up. Quickly after his attack, there was cheering from the rest of your team.

You won. Thank god.

Maybe that would finally get Widowmaker to stop asking questions.

— — —

“Sooooo,” DVA walked over to you, taking a long sip from some fruit punch. “I heard you were uh… you know… with a guy?”

You nearly choked on your food that you got from the little celebration table for winning. Of course Widowmaker had to blab about this. You knew you should’ve kept your mouth shut.

“Look, DVA, it doesn't really matter, okay? Where’d you get the punch?” You tried to change the subject, but of course that wouldn't work for DVA.

“So, who is he? Is he a dirtbag? I hope he’s treating you well!” She put her hands on her hips dramatically and you shook your head, standing up to leave.

“It doesn't matter, DVA. And yes! He’s treating me fine, thank you!”

“But Widowmaker said you were pretty pissed at him.” DVA checked her nails and you froze. How much did Widowmaker say?

“What are you two talking about?” Widowmaker appeared, grabbing herself something sweet off of the table full of food.

“Oh nothing,” you walked over, nonchalantly taking some food for yourself. “Just that you're spilling the news to everyone about a guy that I'm friendly with.”

Widowmaker’s face turned a dark shade of red. “I-I'm sorry. I just thought-”

You giggled and patted her on the shoulder. “I'm joking Widow. But seriously,” your tone got low, getting close to her ear. “Tell one more person and you’re gonna get it.”

Widowmaker laughed nervously, but you gave her another reassuring pat. “You can't blame me for wanting to know about the mystery man, y/n.”

“I know, I know it's just-” You were quickly interrupted by your ringtone. “Sorry, Widow, I gotta-” You looked down at the name and your face went bright red. “I-I gotta go! Eat an extra cake for me, okay?!”

Why did Reaper have to call you now?

“Hello?” You found a small closet to hide in for the time being, far enough from the celebration. “Reaper?”

“Hey… uh…” Gabriel rubbed the back of his neck. “Are you busy?”

“No… I mean… we just won, so we’re kinda celebrating,” you scooted an old mop to the side, sitting on the ground. “But I'm not busy. I can talk.”

“Oh, congrats.”

“O-Oh! Thanks, Reaper! So… uh… what did you want to talk about?” Your voice was soft, trying not to attract any attention if anyone walked by.

“Uhm… you know what… nevermind. It doesn't really matter. Celebrate your accomplishment. You deserve it. See you tomorrow, alright?” Gabriel went to press the hang up button, but you stopped him.

“Wait… Reaper… what’s up?”

“I'm sorry.”

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?”

“Just,” Reaper sighed. “About the other night. I know we haven't seen each other in a while. I shouldn't have-”

“Gabe… I mean, Reaper. You don't have to apologize. Really. I just-” You were quickly interrupted by a knock on the door. “I have to go. We can talk tomorrow. Promise.”

“Wait, I-” You hung up the phone, leaving Reaper’s house in complete silence.

— — —

Gabriel woke up to the feeling of Grimm’s cold paws on his face. “Dude,” he sat up, his voice tired. “Who the heck let you in here? Did I leave my door open last night?”

Grimm mewed at him sweetly and ran his tail under Gabriel’s chin. He looked around the room, subconsciously petting Grimm. Something was off. Different. His door was open and so was his closet. Did he just forget to close everything the night before? Was he that tired?

Grimm jumped off the bed with a loud meow and quickly ran down the stairs. He was acting weird too. Was Gabriel just that tired?

He just remembers getting off of the phone with you and then…

Wait.

Gabriel quickly jumped out of bed, slipping on some sweatpants, and ran downstairs, immediately greeted by the smell of eggs and bacon. He slid to the kitchen, pulling out his guns pointing them at… you?

“Woah! Put those down, Reaper!” You ran up and moved his guns down with a giggle. “Sorry! I didn't want to wake you up!”

Gabriel sighed with relief and leaned against a nearby counter. “I knew something was off in the house.”

You smiled and handed him a plate of breakfast. “I'm just glad you didn't shoot me.”

“Me too.” Gabriel chuckled softly and took his breakfast with a soft thank you.

“I'm not mad by the way, Gabe.” Your voice was low, your eyes glued to the window in his kitchen.

“You're not?”

You shook your head and turned your gaze to Gabriel. “We just… needed to talk. Maybe not that loudly,” you chuckled and took a long sip from your coffee. “But we talked, didn't we?”

“I guess… I just… I didn't want to yell at you like that.” Gabriel got flashbacks of a couple nights ago. You were just coming to visit. It had been years. You ended up talking… and then yelling… and then screaming. Some of it felt good, and some of it didn't. Some of it he meant to say, and most of it, he didn't. He knew you cared about him… he just didn't want to get attached. He didn't want to be a burden to you. He just… wanted you to be happy. And he didn't think that being around him would make that happen.

“And I didn't want to yell at you like that either, Reaper. I just… I care about you.”

“But you shouldn't.” Reaper could feel tears in his eyes that he quickly tried to cover. He couldn't cry. He wouldn't.

You walked up and cupped his cheek, smiling into his eyes. Something about seeing him without the mask made you feel special. Hell, maybe you were.

“Gabe, I-”

He couldn't help it. Those cute eyes. That sweet smile. Your soft touch. He cupped both sides of your face and leaned down to your level, pressing his lips to yours. You quickly sank in, throwing your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

He couldn't help but still love you. Even after you and Soldier left him. Even after he left you. He couldn't help but want you back in his life. He loved you. He loved you so much.

You pulled away, running your fingers through his soft, but messy hair. “Gabe. I miss you.”

“You don't have to miss me anymore.”

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