#i'm crazy so i went back and watched the finale trailers for some of the other disney+ shows

[mrcspectr]

ALSOOO the way my eyes my brain my entire BEING was drawn to the phrase “season finale” like my actual life depended on it.

#they didn't say fucking series finale #and marvel chooses those words very carefully ya know #i'm crazy so i went back and watched the finale trailers for some of the other disney+ shows #wandavision's literally said 'the final episode of wandavision' #i'm pretty sure hawkeye was a limited series #but tfatws and loki both said 'season finale' in their promo trailers #and i know for sure we're at least getting more loki so i mean #catch me watching these videos with a magnifying glass like HMMMMMM

[bettyfrommars]

Whole Lotta Love

Eddie x fem!Reader

18+MDNI, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, pet names like baby and sweetheart, both Eddie and reader are over 20.

I received a request for a fic where, no matter how hard he tries, Eddie can't make you cum, and I was happy to do it because it's a much more common situation than how it's represented in most media. I'm not sure this is exactly what they were looking for, but it was a very fun thing to write. This Eddie had me giggling.

a/n: I wasn't sure I would finish this wip after I wrote the first two lines, but then I was in the mood yesterday and smashed it out. It was a very quick write, definitely not my opus, but a true joy, all the same. I hope you like.

wc: 3.1k

Eddie flopped onto his back, huffing out a satisfied breath. “That was so good,” he hummed. 

The fingers of one hand drew a lazy circle on his bare chest as it rose and fell, while his other hand scrambled over to capture yours.  

Shifting his gaze, he caught you staring at the ceiling, unblinking.  “Was that…did you…?”

“Um,” you paused.  It wasn’t that you were afraid to be truthful with him, but the fact that orgasms weren’t flying out of you at the same rate made you feel inadequate, like maybe you were the problem. 

He propped up on his forearm, searching your face, brow creased with concern.  “Did I hurt you or…?”

“No, no,” you rolled over, pulling the sheet up over your hips.  “It felt great.”

At that, he gave an actual sigh of relief.

“But, I didn’t cum.  Or at least, I don’t think I did.”

“You’re not sure?” 

You chewed at your top lip.  “No, I am sure.  I didn’t.”

He traced a few hearts on your shoulder with the tip of his calloused finger.  “Have you ever? With me?”

Your silence spoke volumes, and Eddie’s mind raced to all of the times you’d been intimate in the past few weeks since you’d been together.  He blamed himself for being too eager and sloppy, and shit—he was so crazy about you, it made him dizzy.  He couldn’t believe you let him touch you, let alone cum inside.  

His head snapped up.  “But what about that time I went down on you in the closet at Robin’s party? I swear I felt you—”

“I was close that time,” you admitted, remembering how your legs shook and that heat began to build, in the same way it did when you pleasured yourself.  “But then Gareth was shouting, looking for you and it went away.”

“Fucking Gareth,” he mumbled. “You were close then, okay.  Can I try that again? Now?”

He was already moving down the bed, palming the crook of your knee to slide your leg open.

You put your hand on his head, glancing over at the digital alarm clock.  “Not now, silly, I have to get ready for work.”

You wrapped the sheet around you and got to your feet, leaving Eddie to stare into space, alone with his tortured thoughts.  “Come over tonight?” He yelled while you were in the bathroom. “Wayne leaves for work at 6, we’ll have the place to ourselves.”

“I’ll come over,” you said with your mouth around a toothbrush.  You spat into the sink and then, “But I might be too tired for…other stuff,” your words were met with nothing but silence from the next room.  “We can watch a movie or something?”

Eddie appeared sullen in the doorway next to you in his checkered blue and white boxers. “Do you not want to have sex with me anymore?”

“No, baby I do!” You assured him, eyebrows high on your forehead.  You cupped some water into your mouth and spat it out while he ran his knuckle down your arm. “I really really want to, I just don’t want us to force this.  It’s okay if I don’t have an orgasm every single time.”

“Yeah but it’s not okay with me,” he muttered. 

You turned and planted kisses down his throat, dotting smooches along his collarbone, and then the final peck was on his pouty mouth. You rubbed the tip of your nose against his, “I’ll see you tonight.  I love you.”

—------

You parked on the other side of Eddie's van at the trailer that night and assessed the windows curiously.  At a glance, it looked like the living room had caught fire from the amount of candles that were lit. The song Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin poured out into the soft yellow light of the porch, and you knocked.  

A few raps of your knuckles were met with a loud curse and something like a metal pot crashed to the floor in the kitchen.  No one came to the door, so you entered with caution, and your senses were greeted with the smell of something burning in the oven.

Eddie was by the sink and he spun around with a startled look, wiping his hands down his jeans. He wore a Slayer shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and his feet were bare, letting you see the black toe nail polish you’d delicately painted on a few days earlier.  

“What’s with all this?” You blinked a few times, marveling at how tidy it was.  But also, there were at least 15 mismatched candles ablaze on the side table, the top of the tv, and the counter. 

He wiped his mouth and went over to greet you.   “I just wanted to set the mood,” he grinned, grabbing onto your hips to pull you close. “I read somewhere that the atmosphere can help with, you know.”

“You read somewhere?”

“Just one of those magazines at the grocery checkout.”

“I missed you,” he smiled against your mouth as you said it.  His warm skin smelled spicy and sweet, like he’d recently showered and put on cologne. The yearning you felt for him was all-consuming.  A few hours apart weighed on you like an eternity.  You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, and already your loins were giving you the nod like, “yep, we need to have him inside of us.”  You absolutely craved him on a sexual level, so why was it so hard to find your climax?  It seemed to come easy for everyone else in the world: everybody at the party was cumming but you.  

Eddie was nervous.  He hadn’t felt that out of his mind since the day he confessed he had feelings for you, but if you didn’t feel the same that would be cool, because he didn’t want to fuck up the friendship: you were too precious to him.  Your presence in his life made him feel sane and loved and seen in a way he’d rarely experienced in his life, if ever.  A miracle happened that day, and you’d flown into his arms, asking him what took him so long.

But what kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn’t please you? In every way?

You watched a sitcom while you ate dinner on TV trays, and when you came back from using the restroom, he had everything put away, dishes thrown in the sink, and he was sitting very propper at the end of the couch, watching you expectantly.  

“Are you, um,” he cleared his throat.  “How are you feeling?”

This was weird, he thought. He was making it weird.  He needed to loosen up and not be so hyper focused on his mission.  Maybe you were tired, maybe you needed to let your spaghetti and burnt french bread settle.  

You straddled his lap, brushing hair away so that you could kiss his forehead. 

“I think I’m ready to try again,” you whispered, and then you ducked down to nibble his earlobe.  “Unless you’d rather stay here and—”

Before you could finish the thought, he was up and the two of you were moving out of the room and down the hall, kissing and fumbling with clothes as you went.  

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he nipped your jaw and side of your neck, banging the bedroom door open with the side of his fist. “I hate being away from you.”

There were a few candles around the bed too; on his nightstand, and a red one dripped wax from the window sill down the wall.  

You stopped abruptly, staring at the bed.  “Are those…rose petals?” 

“Tulips, actually,” he rushed to the scene and swiped the soft pink curls away with his arm. “That was stupid, I just thought it would be—”

You caught his mouth with yours, tongues lashing at each other in such an erotic way that a small moan escaped him. 

He wondered if that night would be the night he came in his jeans.

He wasn’t going to let himself cum before you, that was the plan.  He’d jerked off shortly before you’d arrived, but that didn’t mean shit because he was absolutely ready again.  

Suck it up, Munson.

All was off but for your underwear and while Eddie licked greedily at one of your nipples, you reached down to undo his button fly.  “Release the beast,” you cooed.  

He caught your wrist.  “Not just yet, I can’t, I mean, I want this to be about you.”

“I need an even playing field if I’m going to be relaxed enough to…you know.”

He couldn’t get his pants off fast enough at the urging of your hand that was quick to breach the waistband of his boxers to stroke him. He was rock hard and the tip was already weeping, needy for you.  

“Is this all for me?” You ran your thumb in circles over the tip.

Eddie tensed and huffed out a breath that fanned the hair away from his face.  “Fuck, baby, every inch.”

If he wasn’t sharp, he’d cum right there on the spot.

You bounced when your body hit the bed, and Eddie dropped to his knees between your legs.  The visible wetness on your panties were taking a toll on his already fragile state.  He wasn’t patient enough to take them off of you, he just put his mouth right on the material, nuzzling at your pussy through the fabric in a way that pulled a few sharp gasps out of you.  

“I missed her so much,” he pulled back the final barrier with one finger, licking a few times on your swollen lips, and then cursed.  “You’re so wet already.”

“Well, that’s what you do to me,” you propped up on your elbows to look down at him, sucking in your bottom lip at the sensation of his breath on you.

He slid your underwear off the rest of the way, trying to recall what he’d read in that Playboy article he read a while back? Something about writing out the alphabet, and the woman you are with won’t make it to “x” without cumming.

“How does this feel?” His tongue rolled along your folds in a way that made you wonder what he was doing.  He lost track of the letters at around “M”, hips bucking into the side of the bed, cock pulsing so hard, he had to reach down and take some of the pressure off.  

“G-good,” you gasped.  “Just like that but then, up a bit higher.”

You weren’t exactly an expert when it came to your own pleasure, either, you only knew what felt good when you touched yourself.  If Eddie made you cum, it would be the first time you ever experienced that with another person.  You wondered if you should tell him that.  

He followed your instructions, swallowing while he consumed you, until he found the tiny pearl treasure at the top and your grip tightened on him.

“Hmm I think I found it. Hey there pretty baby,” he murmured into your cunt rolling his tongue around the spot. 

“Yesyesyes, right thereeeee Eddieeee.”

The pressure and the speed was perfect and your hand went to his head for encouragement, but then he slowed down and moved locations, licking up the arousal that dripped down  your slit.

“Baby? Could you go back to that thing you were doing a second ago?”

He compiled without a word, trying to find the same pacing again, but the moment was gone. 

“Eddie—” you spread your legs wider as an invitation. “I really need you inside of me now.”

Well, he wanted that more than anything.  But one pump and it would be all over for his dignity.  His eyes were rolling back, seeing cartoon stars just thinking about it.  

Truth? He wasn’t going to make it.  

You noticed his hesitation.  “We can keep trying…after.  But I need to feel you.  It’s lonely up here.”

“You’re so beautiful it hurts,” he crawled up onto the bed, kissing along your stomach, up between your breasts as he went, and then nuzzled at your neck.  “My dick can wait until—”

But he choked on his last words when you took hold of him and rubbed the tip of his length along your wetness.

“Sssshittt,” his whole body trembled. 

Sliding himself in, becoming one with you, made him emotional in a way he’d be embarrassed to share with anyone else. 

“I love you so much,” your voice came out as a cry when he sank halfway in, locking eyes with you.  The stretch made you squeeze around him, eliciting a whimper from so far back in his throat that he wondered if it came from somewhere else, some far off place. 

Once he started to move, he thought about that sweet little pearl and lifted up enough to put his thumb there and move it around.  Your head went back and  you exposed your throat to him.

Eddie grimaced at how close he was, fuck that—he had to slow down.  The way he was touching you, it was making you stiffen like you had when he was on his knees, and he was taking note of everything.

But then you started telling him how bad you needed him to cum, to fill you up, to make you his.  He tried to hold out but then his eyes locked onto yours when you told him you loved him again and he couldn’t stop the wave once it started, no matter how hard he clenched his jaw and his buttcheeks.

One long babble came out of him as his thrusts got sloppy.  “Oh fuck I love you so much I’m cumming so hard, I’m…I’m…holy shit I love you.”

He didn’t ask if you had come that time, because he knew better.

After he caught his breath, he pulled you with him, twisting onto his side, slipping two fingers where his cock had been.  “What if I push all of this cum back inside so it will stay there? Hmm?”

You moaned against his mouth, grabbing a fistful of his hair.  “That feels good, keep doing that.”

“You like that?” He asked, just to be certain.

You nodded, and then, your hand slotted down between your bodies and his arousal spiked when he realized you were touching yourself.  

He curled his fingers to feel that soft, spongy spot, asking how fast you wanted it.

You couldn’t speak, your concentration was intense, eyes screwed shut. 

Oh sure, he was getting hard again.  The feel of his warm spend in your tight hole was doing nothing for his resolve.  

You clenched around him, and then he was whispering, “let me try again,” as he kept his digits buried and made his way down between your thighs.

His mouth had no trouble finding the treasure that time; it practically peeked up at him, begging for a resolution.  He relaxed his shoulders, breathed in the musk of your arousal, and took you into his mouth with a vibrating groan.

“Right there!” You hadn’t meant to scream it, but it was an actual eureka moment.  “Oh fuck Eddie, don’t stop…keep doing…keep doing that.”

He hadn’t moved his fingers in a while, but when he tried to incorporate that into the mix, you stopped him.  “Keep them still,” you held his head, locking him in place—not that there was anywhere else he wanted to be.  “Don’t move your hand just…Ahh yes yes…”

Your jaw went slack in a silent scream, but then his pace quickened, and before you knew what was happening, the blinding white wave crashed through you, rolling through your limbs like satin electricity, making you whine an extended, “cummingcummingcumming,” while you clung to his hair so you wouldn’t fall off the earth. 

Eddie was astonished to learn that could feel it happening.  The juicy walls around his fingers spasmed, fluttering like tight ripples, and he drove his tongue in eager circles, wondering if he could make you cum twice in one go.  Was that even possible? His heart all but flew out of his chest, it was beating so fast, and he moaned long and hard.

But after a bit, you were trying to push his mouth away.  “Wait wait, now it’s sensitive,” but he was so determined, he didn’t pull off until you physically lifted his head.  

He stared up at you, licking his wet, swollen lips.  

You were breathless, letting the final bits of glitter swim through your veins.  “That was—”

He kissed your cunt one two three times.  “That was what?”

He was grinning now, feeling like he’d just won the lottery, or at least a new car. The sense of satisfaction was officially unmatched.

He made his way up the bed to hold you, but you surprised him by taking his fingers into your mouth to suck them clean, dragging teeth along his flesh.  

“I’ve never cum that way with anyone else before,” you said in a whisper, but when he finally registered the weight of the words, his eyes widened.

“My sweetheart,” he pulled you flush against him, giddy, holding your face to brush his lips over yours. “I’m really your first?”

You gave his shoulder a teasing love bite. “And my last.”

“Oh nowww you’re in trouble,” he rolled on top of you, interlacing his fingers with yours to brace your hands above your head, and then he went to work munching at the side of your throat, growling as he did so.  

You screamed and giggled, realizing he was hard again as it nudged at your hip. “I see you’re ready for battle again.”

“I was born ready, baby,” he straightened to see your face. “You want to try a new position? I was reading this—”

The front door to the trailer burst open.

“What the hell? Edward? You tryin’ to burn the place down?”

It was Wayne.

Shit shit shit shit it was Wayne!

Home hours early from work, for whatever reason.

The door to the bedroom was wide open and his heavy footfalls were rapidly approaching from the hall.

Eddie threw the sheet up over you, and a few tulip petals fluttered to your face.  “I’ll be right there!” He shouted, trying to jump into his jeans. He missed a leg hole and stumbled back onto the mattress, making you snort out a laugh. 

He got to the door just in time to greet his Uncle, blocking any view of the room, buttoning his pants as he stood there.  

You could hear Wayne’s voice change. “Is, ah, is your girlfriend here? Sorry, I didn’t see her car.”

“No that’s cool, we were just—” and then he maneuvered him out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.

You lifted up to listen to their murmuring voices, and then Wayne asked, “why is there wax all over the carpet? Blow these fuckers out before the curtains catch fire.”

You had to bury your face in the pillow to muffle your laughter.  

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #Stranger Things fanfic #smut

[jo-harrington]

Closing Time (Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie watches the reader slay a dragon. (Reader works at Claire's in StarCourt and deals with a shitty customer before closing the store.)

Previous Part: Leave of Absence

Warnings/Themes: Semi-established relationship (friendship? Eddie isn’t sure what they are either), fluffy. Reader is not a Hawkins native, but it's kind of just implied. Eddie is a romantic boy and makes everything fantastical in that silly head of his. Also he makes a crude (ish?) joke. Typical teenage boy/young adult stuff. Nothing crazy,

Note: This is my first drabble I'm actually posting. (I haven't written actual fics in a hot minute, only headcanons). I hope it's good, but it really was an opportunity for me to get my frustrations out after work in a store for the first time in 2 years since I moved to corporate. And I kind of liked it so I might write more. (Therapy who?)

(Future Jo here...You can find my masterlist here for more featuring our resident Store Manager and all of my other writing.)

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

___

"Ma'am, I'm sorry that this is confusing, but it's store policy."

"Then I'd like to speak to the store manager."

"I am the store manager," you explained, smile dropping right off your face only to be replaced by a cool mask of indifference.

Eddie stood just outside of the store, leaning against a railing that overlooked the Food Court, and watched you. It was a Sunday, which meant the mall was closed early, and all of the stores were dark except for yours. The gate was halfway down, but he could still see the tenacity--the ferocity--in your eyes as you dealt with an unruly customer and it took everything in him to ignore the little shiver that went up his spine.

When Eddie first gotten a job at Tape World, he had briefly wondered if it was a mistake. He had mostly been given closing shifts to offset gigs at the Hideout on Tuesdays and Hellfire on Fridays. Not to mention school once it was back in session. And seeing how closing shifts meant he was missing out at the opportunity to be dealing at local parties over the summer...well he didn't need to pass algebra to know it was costing him some potentially serious cash.

But the pay at Tape World wasn't awful and it was steady. Wayne seemed to be proud of him for finally having a steady job, despite the assurance that he would always be proud of Eddie. The discount was nice, and his manager let him promote Corroded Coffin shows at the counter.

And then there was you.

At first glance, it didn't make sense to anyone. You with your pastel purple name tag, mega-watt smile, trendy clothes, and stacks of scrunchies. And Eddie with his alleged devil-worshipping, superior taste in music, non-conformity, and hair wild either from too much head banging or the single window AC unit in his trailer. Shit, even he didn't understand it in the beginning; he thought you were everything he said he hated.

But you weren't.

Just like he wasn't everything the entire town said he was either.

Instead he found someone who was just like him, only sort of not at all, with your own flock of lost little bedazzled, pastel and neon sheep that you were protective of. You were a misunderstood soul, a compassionate leader, and one of the most patient people he ever met.

Except for right this minute.

The lights in the mall itself started to dim and the music went silent. Yet, there you still stood in front of one of the local PTA moms as she complained about a return.

She had already been in the store when Eddie arrived to meet you at the end of your shift. (Sunday nights were your...well, Eddie didn't know what to call them. Not date nights; not yet at least.) And you had given him one quick, apologetic glance over her shoulder before you geared up for battle.

But Eddie had been watching as your mood devolved ever since, and you went from understanding, to annoyed, to fuming. And here you were now, looking as though you could singlehandedly manifest a pit to open up beneath Loudmouth Linda to swallow her whole if she carried on with her rant.

And it was kind of hot.

Eddie wouldn't consider himself someone who thought anger was sexy. It was scary. He had seen the way his father would get angry over the most minor things and it stayed with him his entire life. He would freeze, even at the most minor indication that anger was being directed towards him. From his father, from a teacher, from Officer Callahan--although Hopper was usually there to rescue him from that one.

It was different when it came to bullies at school or the townies that spoke in hushed tones when he passed them by. He could stand up to the jocks and the popular kids that pushed him and his friends around. He could ignore the scathing looks from the busybodies at the grocery store. And as much as it hurt to be cast away by almost everyone he met for years, he knew that it wasn't anger--actually he wasn't sure what it was, really--that caused them to do those things.

Just like it wasn't really anger that fueled your fight for the past fifteen minutes. It was purely righteous indignation as you were attacked by this absolute dragon of a woman.

Deep down, he wished he could be your savior, having dealt with the spitting venom of these townies before on numerous occasions. But you were no damsel, and this wasn't your first battle either. You took every insult with grace, every octave of a raised voice was met with an equally raised voice before going back to calm. You verbally jousted, using every trick in your book, and when they didn't work...

"Once again it is against the policy of StarCourt Mall to have customers in the building this late past close and I will have to call Mall Security to come and escort you out regardless of your choice ma'am. So we can either proceed with your return and you get the money back that you paid and not a cent more or I tell my staff and security that you are no longer welcome in this place of business. And security will have to take your picture as they escort you out."

...You simply slayed the beast. With a smile. Although Eddie believed you were actually just baring your teeth in warning.

There was that shiver up his spine again, and were those goosebumps on his arms?

He sort of hoped to be on the receiving end of those teeth sometime soon.

Regardless, your customer was left speechless as you processed her return and called security to escort her to the exit. Eddie smiled smugly as they passed him by.

It didn't take long for the lights of your store to finally shut and for you to duck under the gate before locking it.

He didn't even get a chance to congratulate you on your victory and tell you how absolutely epic you were before you were walking face first into his chest and sighing as your arms went around his waist in a hug.

“Hey,” he chuckled and put his arms around you, one hand instantly rubbing up and down your back.

“Hi.” Your reply was muffled and you squeezed him a bit harder.

"Y'ok there?"

"Yeah," you responded quietly and rubbed your cheek against his t-shirt. “You wanna get DQ?” You looked up at him for a second.

“I could use a blizzard,” he agreed.

“Cool,” you sighed and settled back against him. “People suck.”

“They do.”

The two of you stayed like that in relative silence for a few minutes and as much as Eddie wanted to go on--to tell you that the lady was out of line, that she was entitled, and that he could never handle it as smoothly as you did--he knew that wasn't what you needed right now.

He momentarily wondered that it wasn't all bad, not being your knight, when he could instead be the home you returned to after battle.

And he would happily do it, even if you never asked him to.

"You know," he finally broke the silence. "I've heard people threaten to call security many times. Mostly on the receiving end, sometimes as an innocent bystander."

"Oh yeah?" You finally looked up at him, nose wrinkling with a smile.

"But I think that was the first time it almost gave me a boner," he admitted.

"Eddie!" you pushed away from him and slapped his arms as you laughed, eyes shining with joy. Your worries were not forgotten, he knew, merely smoothed over by, hopefully, your adoration for him. "You fucking perv!"

"I said almost," he defended.

He would be there. Happily.

Next Part: Team Building

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #Stranger things imagine #stranger things #what do I tag this #stranger things drabble

[mywrittings]

whiny / eddie munson

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: It was a ritual that after Eddie's gig you would come and stay at his place. After certain persistent questions from you, you found out that Eddie is a virgin and take his virginity.

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 4.6k+

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈:  18+ ONLY! kissing, handjob, blowjob, cum eating, grinding, pussy eating, unprotected sex... (Eddie is a very shy and whiny boy when you fuck him)

a/n: Oh boy. The amount of s m u t scenarios I have for this man... In my other ones I wrote how he's saying to you all of these dirty things and how good he yk... but I think it's time for a whiny Eddie Munson version of a story. I really hope you enjoy this one. ALSO I have uploaded this story yesterday but it's not showing up in tags? So I'm giving it another go.

Eddie’s band had yet another small gig and you were backstage, watching him perform. You had gotten so used to this so-called ‘rockstar life’ even though both of you were still in high school. But his band had stuck together since being in middle school and as of right now they were the most popular band in Hawkins.

That is also the way you met him. You heard how there’s this band playing that would usually only get a handful of people; mostly drunks. So your curiosity got the best of you and you went to see them. What they said about the crowd was right but the music, vocals, lyrics… now that was something that they didn’t tell you. 

You stayed for the whole show and Eddie at the end came up to you, thanking you for coming before realizing you’re actually going to the same highschool. Ever since that day you kept attending their gigs and actually thanks to you for spreading the word, more and more people would come. That’s how you two became friends and Eddie has been thankful to you since day one.

He’d always take you with him, you’d stay backstage and sometimes hop in the crowd to take a photo, capturing all memorable moments. It was fun being his friend but also getting to see him live out his dream. He belonged on that stage, he was made for it. That was clashing with school a lot of times but you’d help him and by your help, he’d pass the tests. 

As soon as he bows one final time to the audience and returns backstage, he says, "My place?"

‘’You bet,’’ you reply, hugging him.

‘’Let me just get my stuff.’’ he says as he rushes by you into one of the rooms where he kept his belongings.

Once he got ready you both headed to his car where you drove to his trailer. It was sort of a ritual for you to come and hang out at his place when the concert finished. Either way, you’d hang out but there hasn’t been a day that you wouldn’t crash in his bed after his band had performed. Eddie would boast about how amazing it felt to sing in front of such a large crowd. Each time they’d put up a date for their gig more and more people would come. You’d talk about things like that or watch him come up with new lyrics for a song.

‘’I think tonight we should watch a movie,’’ Eddie suggests as he unlocks the door to his trailer ‘’you deserve a night without me rambling about tonight.’’ he turns his head to you and laughs 

‘’No what? Eddie, I love hearing you talk about your dreams.’’ you object as he opens the door, letting you go in first. 

‘’As I said you are my favorite person.’’ you hear him say behind you

His uncle wasn’t home which wasn’t unusual. Eddie had the trailer all to himself most of the time and thanks to you it was always clean. It’s not like he wasn’t tidy, it's just that sometimes in the rush, the place turns into something that you can’t find the word to. 

Eddie places his guitar back on the wall in his room and joins you on the couch, where you had already prepared two cans of beer and some random snacks you had found. 

‘’Is there just two beers? That’s impossible.’’ he gasps as he sees the table and walks over to the fridge. As soon as he opens it his eyes twinkle and you roll your eyes, grabbing at the tv remote.

‘’Did you see the girls in the crowd today? They were going crazy over you.’’ the crowd tonight was probably the craziest yet. The girls were screaming Eddie’s name over and over again for him to notice them and the things they were yelling were… let’s just say interesting. But you didn’t blame them one bit, Eddie was a handsome fucking guy. He looked like a rockstar in every aspect. 

‘’Oh, well I’m glad they enjoy my music.’’ he humbly says as he grabs the rest of the beers before coming back to you on the sofa.

‘’I don’t think that was the only reason they were going wild.’’ you reach for the can and open it while shifting your eyes to him. Eddie looks to you and sees you pointing to him, which causes him to point to himself as well. He raises his eyebrows, very much confused at first.

‘’B-because of me? Oh please Y/n.’’ he motions with his hand that you were speaking nonsense and snatches the remote out of your hand.

‘’Stop it, Eddie. I’m surprised you haven’t ditched me yet and brought one of them home.’’ 

‘’Why would I do that?’’ he doesn’t take his eyes off the tv while you turn your full body to him, leaning one of your arms on the sofa and scooting up more.

‘’To have sex with them?’’ a few seconds before that he had opened up the beer and went to take a sip but as soon as you said that he bursts and almost chokes on the drink.

‘’Are you crazy? I’m not playing in a band to have sex with girls.’’ luckily the beer only got a bit on his jeans the rest of it was spilled on the floor. 

‘’Well yes but you never thought one of them was super sexy you just had to fuck her?’’ you poke again, seeing a napkin on the table and you pass it to him.

‘’No.’’ he shortly replies, as he’s wiping the spilled beer.

‘’You’re lying. I think you had one here the other day.’’ you take a sip of the beer before setting it down on the table as Eddie whips his head and raises his eyebrow. 

You were with him probably 99% of the time, in school and outside of it of course but still there could be that 1% of which he doesn’t tell you where he goes or rather who visits his trailer. 

‘’What? You always come with me after the show, I think you would’ve seen her then.’’ he gawks, his voice was taut almost as if he was nervous.

‘’Not after the show but the next day maybe.’’ now you were sitting with your legs crossed as well as your arms, observing him.

‘’Oh god Y/n. No, I did not fuck any girls and also how would I fuck a girl when I have never fucked a girl.’’

‘’Bullshit, Eddie I’ve seen the stains on your bed.’’  which was an utter shock to you but you didn’t even ask him about it at that time.

‘’Those were mine.’’ he quietly says and buries his head in his hands. You begin laughing because he clearly had forgotten you had seen that but once you quit laughing you ask ‘’So you like jerking off?’’ Eddie doesn’t take his hands off of his face and just mumbles something back.

‘’I can’t hear you.’’ you lean forward to where his face was, you knew he was burning up by now. 

‘’Yes, I do! Is that what you wanted to hear huh? Also yes, I have never fucked a girl, never put my dick in a pussy before, only got my dick sucked once at it was horrible!’’ he yells as he finally takes his hands off ‘’So there, happy now?’’ he was heavily breathing once all of that came out of him and you just stared at him. 

‘’Okay relax geez,  I was just curious because we’ve never talked about things like that yet.’’ 

Eddie squints his eyes and takes a big gulp out of the beer before he smashes it and throws it somewhere on the floor. It got quiet for a second only the soft sound of the tv playing in the background but even that wasn’t helping. 

‘’What do you mean it was horrible?’’ you ask because you were curious.

‘’Well when she was doing it, sometime after I sensed her teeth and I just pushed her away and left.’’ he explains, looking at you and before you know it both of you were laughing loudly. 

‘’Oh my god Eddie! You pushed her away?’’ your hand flies to your mouth as you gasped, Eddie was holding at his stomach nodding profusely. 

‘’Yeah, I didn’t know what to do. I felt bad for telling her that I was in pain and also I thought that maybe she’d ask me to fuck her which I didn’t want, so I just bolted out.’’ 

Your laugh suddenly quiets down, your sight was set on Eddie and your mind was consumed with certain thoughts. You bite your tongue at the end as it was in between your teeth before licking your lips. Eddie sees that you weren’t saying anything and waves his hand in front of your face.

‘’Hello? Are you okay?’’ he keeps waving his hand until you grab it and put it underneath your shirt on your breast.

Eddie’s eyes widen, he swallows harshly once you gripped your hand on top of his, signaling for him to do the same. 

‘’What are you…’’  he was astounded as you continued squeezing both of your hands. Then you gradually moved to the other one, doing the same thing. 

‘’If you want me to stop, just tell me.’’ you whisper but Eddie doesn’t respond. Suddenly you feel him grab your breast, gently kneading it. His other hand joins it, attaching it to the other tit as you let go, letting him do it on its own. 

He was avoiding your eye contact, focused on his movements. His touch was pleasant, his many rings coming in contact with your flesh every now and then. The bra was in the way because you couldn’t fully feel him but his touch was irresistible anyways.

You shift closer to him, placing your hand on his thigh, rubbing it up and down. Eddie fidgets and you sense his hands shaking, once you add more friction and get dangerously close to his crotch. Untying his belt and pulling down his zipper, you place the palm of your hand on top of his cock; which was already tense. 

‘’Holy shit.’’ he grunts as you palm him through his underwear a few times and after you take each of his hands and place them by his sides, before lightly pushing his chest, leaning him back. 

‘’Eddie, I can show you how to properly fuck a girl,’’ you whip your t-shirt over your head, leaving you now only in your bra ‘’and how you should’ve gotten your cock sucked.’’ you unclasp your bra, throwing both on the floor.

His eyes shift to your exposed tits, a flush of red appearing on his cheeks as you come closer, lifting his chin up. He at last looks you in the eyes and you gently caress his chin, while pressing your lips against his but not kissing him yet. Your right hand dips back down, on top of his cock, gently dragging your nails across the length.

‘’I can stop if you want. ’’ you say against his lips and hear him gulp loudly

‘’N-no don’t stop.’’ he whispers and your hand sneaks in his underwear, making him throw his head back on the couch. He was so sensitive, every tiny small move you made, made him jerk in his place. 

You take your hair out of your way before attaching your lips on his neck. You kiss and nibble at his skin, causing him to moan. Then you take your lips off, as you begin ascending to your knees on the floor but pushing him closer to you. You grab at his pants and boxers, pulling them both down at the same time. 

Your pupils dilate once you see the size of his cock. It was long and thick, making you bite your lip. Dragging your hands up his thigh until one remained there, the other one grabbing him and begin jerking him. He spreads his arms out, as you see his Adam apple bob when he feels your touch. 

‘’Did she do this?’’ you question as you move your head closer, leaning over. You begin pecking the tip of his cock, slowly going all the way down to his balls. 

‘’N-no…’’ he whines as you lick his pink tip now, doing the same when you were kissing him

‘’And this?’’ you partially open up your mouth and suck the head of his cock. You didn’t fully take it in your mouth but just teased at the top. 

‘’Shit…no she didn’t…’’ he was whimpering, as you hungirly kept the tip in before you pushed your head down; he tasted so good. 

Hollowing your cheeks, you begin going back up and down again. You could taste his precum and coated his cock with it and your saliva. He was twitching, so sensitive as you were giving him a proper blowjob. Eddie was barely able to say anything, he was a mess. Whimpering and moaning, causing your pussy to throb.

‘’Look at me.’’ you say and once he begins watching you suck him off you chuckle ‘’Such a good boy.’’ 

Your hand joins your mouth and you start pumping him, while running the tip of your tongue in various directions just at his tip again. Then you spit as it trickles down not before you catch it with your tongue and spread it all over the size of his cock. You turn your head sideways and run just your lips across, as your hand now was by his balls. Cupping each in your hand, you gently tug and massage them, before giving them some love with your tongue as well.

‘’Fuck fuck fuck…I’m so close…’’ he croaks

‘’Cum for me then.’’ you tell him as you meet his eyes again

‘’What like in your mouth?’’ he asks and you nod ‘’You sure?’’ and you nod again, while still bobbing up and down. Eddie grabs your hair which was surprising because you didn’t think he would do something like that as he pumps a load in your mouth. He couldn’t stop pushing you down as you kept moving and you tasted how warm and salty his cum was. 

‘’Shit, you feel too good.’’ he praised you and suddenly he wasn’t that shy Eddie you knew of. 

As you take your mouth off, his cock plops out and you extend your tongue out, showing him his cum. He goes in to say something but when you swallow it, he bites on his finger, grunting loudly. 

‘’Fuck, you’re hot.’’ he was still trying to recover from exploding a big load, when you already stood up on your feet, taking your skirt off. For your panties you turn around and bend down, as you hear Eddie gasp in the back.  

You turn back and bend your knees, as you get up on the couch his legs now in between yours. His cock was still underneath you, cum all over and you grab a tissue, cleaning him off. Eddie was still huffing, he still wasn’t able to come to his senses. You could tell he suddenly got shy and you wanted to make him feel like he didn’t have to be so you leaned in and pecked him on his cheek.

‘’You can trust me Eddie. You don’t need to be shy around me.’’ you reassure him as you finish up cleaning. 

Afterwards you place both of your hands to the sides of his face. Both of your thumbs began caressing underneath his eyes ‘’Eddie, do you trust me?’’ you ask, when you feel his hands by the sides of your stomach. His eyes were a lot different now, they were soft but he was yearning for you. 

‘’Y-yeah.’’ he lightly squeezes your sides as you sway closer to his face.

‘’Can you kiss me?’’ you whisper and Eddie nods.

He kissed you first and the kiss was full of greed. The way he moved his lips against yours was impeccable. You could say you have never been kissed this good by someone. The rest of the guys you kissed would jam their tongue in your mouth and not even kiss your lips but eat your entire face. Not Eddie. He took his time when he was kissing you. His lips were damp, full of flavor as you kissed him back. It was such an erotic moment, he was practiclly fucking you with his mouth when he slipped in his tongue. But again he wasn’t harsh, he was slow and savored each kiss. 

‘’Do you want to touch my pussy?’’ you ask as he hums and as you are about to reach for his hand he places it directly on your pussy by himself. 

‘’Shit,’’ he mumbles ‘’you’re wet.’’

‘’Mmm, m’ wet because of you Eddie.’’  you could feel his fingers playing around in circles around your pussy and even if it was just a light touch, it was so hard not to whimper his name. 

‘’Is this good? Should I do something else?’’

‘’It’s perfect.’’  you incoherently say, as you bury his head in the crook of your neck. As your hands were wrapped around his head, your breathing hitched when you sensed his fingers rapidly rubbing in the center of your pussy. 

His lips were nipping at your neck, still very steadily. It was all so overwhelming and you found it difficult to not just sink yourself on his cock but you knew he still needed some time to get hard again. His lips then began shifting downwards to your breasts. You feel him look up and see him give attention to both of your nipples while still touching your pussy. He then stops for a short second, before licking around your breasts, followed by a kiss to your lips. 

‘’Does it feel good?’’ he rasps against your lips as you move the hair out of your face before collapsing your lips back onto his

At that moment you moved away and pushed him so that he was now laying on the sofa, his head slightly lifted against the handle of it. He was still wearing his shirt so you signal for him to take it off. Once it flies down to the floor you splay your hands along his chest, his chest that was full of tattoos. You lower yourself and begin kissing each one, Eddie’s hands go to the back of his head as you lightly peck one by one. 

Then you nuzzle yourself on his cock against the length and begin moving. All he could do is watch you because the way you pushed your hips, caused him to bite hard on his lip, grunting ‘fuck fuck fuck’ over and over again. Your soaked folds were covering his cock, your stomach was buzzing with excitement when you’d see him whimper. Your hands would go up and down his chest, noticing his skin prune up from your grinding and touching. 

Leaning forward you kiss his lips again ‘’Grab my ass.’’ as you instruct him and he grasps your ass cheeks, spreading them and tightly squeezing them. Both of your chests were sweaty, touching one another, your breasts slickly sliding up and down. 

‘’Are you getting hard again? Oh such a good boy.’’ his cock was hardening below you because you were not done with him. You wanted to show him how good it feels to have someone’s pussy around his cock, how it feels when it clenches around and senses every bit of it.

In that same position you look down, taking his cock and wavering it around the entrance. It was good enough to have him whine again. He was so needy and desperate waiting for you to do something. 

You raise your ass a bit, gaining access to your pussy and you place his cock in, aiding it as you watch it disappear into you. Eddie takes a sharp breath in once he feels the warmth of your pussy around him. 

‘’S-shit… your pussy, fuck.’’ he digs his fingers into your flesh, once you fully have his cock inside of you. Your pussy was squelching once you began fucking him. The momentum was slow, calm. You knew that if you moved any faster he’d cum in you and you wanted for him to enjoy the pleasures of getting fucked like this. 

‘’I want you closer.’’ you whisper seductively, making Eddie sit up and you straddle him. He automatically placed his hands back to your ass, yours were by his shoulders. Eddie wasn’t able to keep up with the things you were doing and that showed in the sounds he was making. But you loved it. Seeing him practically cry out for your touch was fulfilling. 

‘’Y-your pussy is so… t-tight…’’ 

‘’I can make it even tighter if you want.’’ you quietly said and didn’t even give him time to think before you squeezed your pussy and it drove him mad. He lets out a loud whine, causing you to repeat the action and Eddie loses it. His chest was rising and falling so fast that you thought he was going to burst. But of course you weren’t done yet.

As you stop moving Eddie throws his head back and you lift yourself up, his cock hitting his stomach when you take it out of your pussy. You pull him down, his head laying flat on the sofa and he was puzzled for a moment. But then you come up and place your pussy directly in front of his face. 

‘’Oh god Y/n… I don’t know how…’’ he begins but you lower yourself, feeling him mumble something against your pussy. 

‘’Eddie don’t think about it, just use your tongue like you used it on my tits.’’ 

That’s when you feel his tongue lick a flat strip along your pussy. His face was smeared already only from that one lick because of how soaked you were. ‘’M’m like this?’’ he mumbles against your pussy and you add friction, meaning you begin riding his face. 

‘’Use your tongue Eddie,’’ you grab a chunk of his hair once he only did the work with his mouth ‘’good boy.’’  you wanted to praise him, tell him what he was doing was right, he was your good little shy boy. You were holding yourself to the edge of that couch, scratching at the fabric when he found that spot. It was difficult to hold back your orgasm so you pulled away from him and tenderly kissed his lips. 

Switching the position once again you had him turn to his side as you did the same. He was behind you and you lifted your leg up, grabbing his cock and without any waiting put it inside of you. There were so many positions you wanted to do with him but you wanted to reward him. Instead of you moving, Eddie began slowly thrusting into you as you told him. You search for his hand and guide it to your pussy. 

‘’Play with my pussy like this.’’  you show him how to circle his fingers on the top of your pussy. Eddie obeys and begins moving only the tabs in smaller and larger circles. As you look back you see him lustfully gaze at you and you couldn’t help yourself but to kiss his lips. 

‘’Y/n… I… I’m s-sorry but I don’t think I’ll l-last much longer.’’ he was shaking, being in this position for the first time but he still knew how to curve his cock inside, your stomach interrupting with pools of fire. 

‘’That’s okay baby. You’ve been a good boy, I think you deserve to cum.’’  you softly moan, yourself also feeling the build up growing stronger as he was smacking his cock, balls deep in you. 

‘’A-are you gonna cum too? I don’t want to, if you’re not close yet.’’ he nervously whimpers and in that moment you move away from and have him sit just like before only this time he had his back against the sofa as you sink back on his cock. 

‘’You think I’m not close?’’ you ask as you place his hands on your hips, yours around his face. 

‘’Y-yeah I mean,’’ he shuts his eyes once you slow down the movement ‘’I hope my cock is making you feel g-good.’’ he opens his eyes and you smash your lips onto kiss, devouring him with your tongue.

‘’Eddie, your dick is the best dick I’ve ever had.’’ he shockingly looked at you and as he was about to say something you picked up the tempo and started bouncing on him again. 

‘’S-shit you’re so pretty f-fuck…’’ he whines and feel his cock twitch inside. That’s when you ghost your lips over his right ear and in a quiet voice say ‘’Cum for me.’’

‘’Inside of y-you?’’ 

‘’Yes baby.’’ 

Your pussy was aching, eagerly waiting for him to let his cum burst inside of you and once you felt him flex up you let go and your entire self was shivering. His cum infused your pussy as he  whined your name, feeling you contracting your walls around his cock. His sweaty forehead was pressed against your chest as you held him in place, while still mounting him. 

Once you took a moment to collect yourselves, you took his cock out and watched his cum trail out of you. Eddie peers his eyes down at the mess mumbling ‘shit’, surprised at the amount of cum. 

You could tell he was ruined, tired from everything that just took place. Lightly pecking his lips before you stood up and went to the bathroom, where you found two towels. You fastly cleaned yourself before coming out and helping him as well. You gently rubbed it around on his cock as he just sat there, still trying to come to his senses. 

His fingers brush at your chin as you wipe the remaining last bit of cum and notice him shyly smiling at you.

‘’You feeling okay?’’ you ask and see him nod back.

‘’Y-yeah um… didn’t know a pussy feels this good,’’ he lightly chuckles ‘’How about you? Did I do well?’’ 

You placed the towel on the table and gently kissed his lips. This time the kiss was so intimate, he didn’t care that his cock was still out, while you twisted your lips against his.     

‘’Does that answer your question?’’ 

A moment of silence fell in the trailer, it was just you and Eddie now, laying together on the couch while your body was on top of his. Eddie only draped a blanket over whilst you were both still naked underneath. 

‘’I’m so glad you were my first Y/n,’’ he starts off by breaking the silence ‘’even if we are just friends, I trust you so much that I would wanna keep doing this with you,’’ when he sees your eyes look up at him he immediately adds ‘’I mean you know so that you could teach me more.’’

‘’Eddie, I’ll gladly fuck you over and over again, I don’t think I even need to teach you I mean you did so well tonight. However, now that I’m thinking, I don’t want you using all of these positions and techniques on other girls.’’

‘’Oh yeah, why’s that?’’ he asks, softly moving your hair out of the way.

‘’Because I don’t want you to fuck anyone else other than me.’’  you answer him and he whispers

‘’I don’t want to fuck anyone else other than you.’’

#stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic

[harrysfinelinevol1]

palm trees and kiwis pt.2

harry styles x singer!reader

summary: harry meets you at coachella after watching your set backstage. you both acknowledge the element of lust between you but after acting on it you wonder if it's a bit more than that

warnings: smut

word count: 9.2k

part 1

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"Where the hell have you been," your brother asked, raising an eyebrow at you as you entered the kitchen.

"Nowhere," you teased as you reached into the fridge to get some yoghurt.

"Liar, that's not your jumper. Also, I refuse to believe you've been at an afterparty since 11 last night until 11 this morning," he retorted and you shrugged.

"These Coachella parties are crazy," you lied and he chuckled. 

"Oh give it up Goose, I'm not dumb. I saw Harry outside the house and I'm not sure that friends kiss each other goodbye," he said and you flushed red. 

"Fuck off," you mumbled as you spooned yoghurt into your mouth.

"I won't pester you, mostly because I don't really want to know what you and Harry got up to, but you look happy with him Goose," he told you but you shook your head at him.

"Don't do that. I'm not going to see him again for a while. I'm not getting into that right now, not before the tour," you trailed off.

"You don't seem that pleased about that," he analysed and you glared at him, annoyed he could read you so well.

"Can we leave it?" you pleaded and he nodded, understanding you didn't want to be pushed on it.

"As long as he treated you right," he said and you nodded, knowing no other man had treated you better than Harry had. 

"Anyway now your interrogation is over, it's my turn," you grinned turning to him and he groaned. "Come on Zep, spill," you demanded brandishing your spoon at him.

"I guess me and Holly are sorta going out," he revealed, blushing madly, and you squealed happily. 

"Oh my god! I'm so happy for you both!" you jumped up to wrap him in a big hug. He laughed and wrapped his arms around you.

"Thanks, Goose. Um, I was going to meet her for lunch today, but I can totally stay if you need any help packing," he told you but you shook your head.

"No, no, go. I'll be absolutely fine, please go have lunch with her," you demanded, even though you were a bit sad you couldn't have your final lunch in California with your brother.

"Thank you. Anyway how... oh my god," he muttered and you pulled back from the hug, seeing his wide eyes.

"What, what's happened?" you looked around confused.

"I'm gonna kill him," he growled out still staring at you. 

"Kill who Zep? You're not making any sense," you asked becoming worried now.

"What has he done to your fucking neck," he seethed and your eyes widened, realising he must have seen the state of your neck when he was hugging you. 

"Ok nice talking to you, bye Zep," you said as you dashed out of the kitchen, face bright red from embarrassment.

"Fucking savages," he shouted back as you closed to door to your room and you giggled as you pressed your back on the door. You were glad you and your brother were open enough to talk to each other about these things but also there was a level that neither of you was willing to cross. You didn't want him to know the intimate details of your sex life and you didn't want to know the intimate details of his. You sighed as you looked around your room, your brother had bought all your stuff from the trailer and dumped it on your bed and you realised you had a lot to pack.

-

four months later

You were lonely. You felt really fucking lonely. You were four months into your European tour and while the shows had been incredible and you were so thankful for everything you were experiencing you couldn't help the fact that you still felt lonely. 

Your brother had made Holly his girlfriend and while you were so happy for the both of them, it did mean he now spent the majority of his time with her instead of hanging out with you. You didn't want that to change, you were so happy your brother had found his person, but it did mean after shows when you went back to your room you were on your own, your only company being the characters in your favourite tv shows. You had a couple of friends in your band, and sometimes your friends from home would come out to see you but most of the time you were on your own. You had been warned before you started this that touring life was lonely but you always thought that as you had your brother you would at least have someone.

During the time you spent alone you thought a lot about Harry. You texted him sometimes and kept up with him but you'd only seen him once again since Coachella when your tour paths happened to cross. You both ended up in London at the same time however you had only been able to see him for one night and you'd had to leave him early because your brother had ended up getting really drunk and Holly had called you to help him get home. You gave him a right bollocking for that, pissed off that you'd had to leave Harry because he'd got so drunk. 

However, you were going into your last week of tour. One more week and you could go back to New York and take a long break. You hadn't taken a proper break since you had started your music career and you were ready for one. You sighed as you sat on the balcony of the hotel you were staying at in Spain, overlooking the city lights. You sipped the glass of wine you had and continued to scribble down lyrics in your notebook. You got lost in your writing before you heard a commotion below you. Peaking over the side of the balcony, you could see a fair few people had gathered at the entrance of the hotel, all holding cameras. Paparazzi. You furrowed your brow, you knew it couldn't be for you, as you had been left alone hours ago and there was no reason for them to come back. Frowning you watched as more people continued to arrive, all moving around with cameras and microphones. Clearly someone important was about to show up. You shouldn't be surprised really, the hotel you were staying at was well known and often had celebrity guests. 

Invested in this now, you continued to watch the crowd, sipping on your wine as you did. Suddenly a big black car turned down the road of the hotel and the paparazzi began to prepare themselves as the car approached. Lots of people were shouting and running about and you felt bad for whoever was in the car. The car pulled up and you waited with bated breath as a path was cleared for whoever was in the car. Suddenly the shouts became louder and your heart stopped when you realised clearly who was in the car.

"HARRY, OVER HERE,"

"HARRY, HOW'S THE TOUR?"

With wide eyes, you watched Harry fucking Styles quickly get out of the car, shielding his face from the flashing lights. Your heart was in your mouth, you couldn't quite believe he was here, in the same hotel. You saw him manage to get through the waves of paparazzi and into the hotel lobby and you sat on your balcony, breathing hard, not really too sure what to do. You didn't know whether to message him as you hadn't really talked to him in a bit or just leave it. You began biting your nails and you pondered your options but eventually just decided to leave it. Your loneliness of the last couple of months had knocked your self-confidence a bit and you began to think the reason you were on your own so much is that people didn't want to spend time with you. So why would someone like Harry be the one to change that. 

Sighing you looked down at your notebook and closed it, the interruption of Harry having ruined your flow. You knew there was a pool in the hotel somewhere so you decided to go for a swim to take your mind off everything. Changing into a dark blue bikini and putting on a robe, you made your way down to the pool, which was thankfully empty due to the late hour. Shedding your robe, you slipped into the cool water and began swimming up and down, ridding the tension you held in your muscles. You didn't hear the door to the pool open behind you as you ducked your head under the water but you were alarmed by the clattering of objects hitting the floor as you came up for air and you whirled around quickly.

"Y/N?" Harry asked in disbelief and you stared back equally as shocked.

"Hi Harry," you breathed back, not quite believing he was here. To be fair, you were in a public area of the hotel that you both were staying at so you should have been less surprised but it still was a shock to be face to face with him again.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked as he picked up the stuff he had dropped and placing it on a lounge chair.

"Just did my penultimate show last night. Got a couple nights here before my last night in Paris," you explained and tried not to stare as he pulled his top over his head, leaving him in a pair of short black swimming trunks. 

"Ah. Same here, the show's tomorrow night. You should come," he offered and your eyes lit up.

"I'll think about it," you said coyly and he smirked, lowering himself into the pool and coming over to you 

"I'll see you there then," he teased and you giggled. He leaned on the pool wall behind you and reached over to tuck a wet strand of hair behind your ear. 

"I missed you," he professed and you chuckled.

"Harry we've only hung out like twice," you shook your head but he shrugged.

"Still missed you. Liked it when we hung out," he continued and you smile fell slightly realising he was being serious. 

"So did I," you admitted and he looked over at you frowning.

"Where's my confident Y/N gone love?" he asked looking over at you.

"Huh? Oh, don't worry, she's just tired at the moment. Tour is long," you explained and he nodded, not entirely convinced.

"You don't seem tired in your shows, you've smashed each and everyone" he complimented.

"You've watched my shows?" It was Harry's turn to look sheepish now.

"Couple," he mumbled and you grinned.

"You watched my shows," you smiled this time and he covered his face.

"Shut up," he laughed and lunged for you. You squeaked and tried to dive under the water to escape his clutch but you felt an arm wrap around your waist and pull you into a hard chest. Suddenly you found yourself face to face with Harry, your lips only inches from his, both of you breathing heavily.

"Y/N."

"H."

"I'm going to kiss you now," he told you and you nodded, desperate to feel his lips against yours again. He crashed his lips into yours hungrily and it felt like you had been fed for the first time after years of starvation. His lips were as soft as you remember them being and you moaned into the kiss as he pulled you in closer. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he groaned as your core brushed against his clothed dick. You could feel him getting harder in his swim shorts, so you moved your hips again to grind on him and he swore loudly. 

"Y/N I will fuck you right here if you keep that up," he growled and you smirked cheekily before doing it again. 

"Fuck," he swore and he dipped his hand into your bikini bottoms, running his fingers through your folds. You cursed loudly as he pushed a finger into you, slowly pumping it in and out to tease you. You tilted your head back and he began to ravish your neck like he had before, leaving love bites as he went. You dug your nails into his back as he pushed in another finger, clinging on for dear life as he used his thumb to rub your clit. 

"H, fuck, please H," you gasped as he continued to pump his fingers into you, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Want d'you want darlin," he smirked as you rolled your hips against his fingers.

"Want you, want you so bad," you gasped as his thumb rubbed your clit faster.

"Y'already have me, love," he responded even though he knew that's not what you meant.

"Want this," you choked out as you reached down into his pants to grab his throbbing cock and he gasped as you did. You whined in frustration as he suddenly removed his fingers from inside you.

"Shush love, you'll get what you want. But maybe not in a place where there are security cameras," He made a fair point. 

You had never got out of a pool faster, Harry hot on your heels, quickly gathering your stuff as you rushed down the hallway to your room. Quickly unlocking it you dragged Harry into the room, making him crash into your chest. You both dropped the stuff you were holding and Harry hoisted you up around his waist, walking you so you were up against the door, kissing you roughly as he did. Your hands were tangled in his hair, pulling it harshly to generate moans from his lips. He scrambled around with the ties of your bikini, managing to get the bottoms and top off quickly while you pushed down his black shorts. Soon you were both naked, needy and craving each other. You groaned as he pressed his tip against your soaked folds and stopped to make sure he had your consent.

"Good?" he asked and you nodded.

"Please H, need you inside me," you begged and in one quick move he thrust into you, your head falling back against the door in response. 

"Missed your cunt," he groaned as he adjusted to your walls tightening around him. "You're irresistible Y/N," he said as he began to slowly thrust into you, taking his time as he stretched you out. As much as you liked going fast, there was something so pleasurable about him moving slowly in and out of you. You felt so stretched and you could appreciate every inch of him. You could feel the ache in your stomach growing and your toes were curling tightly. However, you knew you needed to be on the bed to cum.

"Harry bed please," you managed to get out and he quickly carried you over to the bed, still inside you. He pulled out as he placed you on the bed but as he crawled back over you he bought your left leg with him, hooking it over his shoulder and pushing back into you.

You cursed loudly at this new angle, feeling him hit that sweet spot inside you. It ached slightly but in the best way and you gripped the sheets as Harry began to thrust into you again, harder this time.

"Fuck, you feel so good baby," he moaned as he brushed the hair away from your face, admiring you slightly. He kept eye contact with you as he continued to push into you and you both realised this had become quite intimate. It satisfied this ache in your chest however and you couldn't quite work out why.

"You're so pretty," you said as you admired Harry above you and he groaned when you said that. He leant down again to press a sweet kiss against your lips as his other hand snaked between the two of you to press on your clit, remembering you had liked that last time. You hissed as he did it, the knot in your stomach tightening and you could feel yourself reaching the edge. You let out a strangled cry as your back arched off the bed in pleasure, as your orgasm tore through you, setting every nerve in your body on fire. 

"Jesus Y/N," he cried as your walls clenched tightly around him as you came, sending him closer to the edge himself.

"Wanna see you cum H," you whispered in his ear as he leaned down to kiss your neck again and he moaned into your shoulder as his thrusts became lazier. His moans had become desperate and needy at this point so you tugged on your hair again, knowing it would set him off and it did as he quickly pulled out of you and came onto your stomach, gasping as he did. You held him as he did, still running your hands through his hair to coax him through it and eventually he rolled off you and fell beside you on the bed.

"Sorry love, let me get you a towel," he murmured as he saw the mess he made on you, standing up shakily and grabbing a nearby towel. He gently cleaned you up and helped you stand up so you could go to the toilet.

"Thank you H," you smiled softly at him as you padded into the bathroom. While you were in there, he went about cleaning up your room due to the mess the two of you had made. As he did, he scooped up a black notebook with some clothes. The book fell out of his hands and landed open on a page. Placing the clothes aside, he picked up the notebook and was about to place it down when he saw what you had written on that page. It was a song.

another lonely night

Alone in the dark, hole in my heart, turn on the radio And the words fall out, but they got no place to go Tear in my eye, I drive through the night, And I don't give a fuck if the sun comes up

It's just another

Another day, another lonely night I would do anything to have you by my side Another day, another lonely night Don't wanna throw away another lonely life

You hadn't written much but it almost bought tears to Harry's eyes. He had no idea how someone like you, someone who exuded so much confidence and charmed everyone you met could be feeling so alone and lost. He quickly placed the book down, wishing he had never looked at it, feeling guilty for reading something personal to you. He busied himself fixing up your room and crawled back into the bed, patiently waiting for you to come back out. You emerged soon, still bare and beautiful, and crawled in next to him, snuggling into his side. He wrapped his tattooed arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest and you rested your chin on one of his swallows, tracing the outline of another tattoo with your finger.

"You ok love," he asked tentatively and you nodded.

"I did miss you," you admitted. "I like hanging out with you too," you continued and he smiled, his heart swelling, knowing that you weren't used to expressing your feelings like this. 

"I think we should hang out more," he offered and you agreed but turned to him a bit confused.

"But what are we H? We've properly seen each other three times, two of those times we've fucked but we never really communicate outside of that. We've barely texted in the last four months," you agonised and his brow furrowed. 

"I don't really know. I think we've made a right mess of things," he murmured and you chuckled.

"I think you're right,"

"Wanna start over?" he offered and you looked at him deadpan as you gestured to your naked bodies and he laughed.

"Ok yeah, fair point, we'll start over later," he considered and you snuggled further into his chest. 

"Tell me about you," he murmured and you looked up at him grinning.

"What you wanna know?"

"Hm. Tell me a secret," and you rolled your eyes. 

"That was the most cliche thing I've ever heard! Uh, y/n, tell me a secret love," you imitated his voice and he laughed loudly.

"I do not sound like that,"

"Yes you do," you confirmed and he shook his head. 

"Still waiting on that secret," he pointed out and you huffed.

"Fine. Uh when I was a freshman in high school, I used to ditch class all the time. Like I was never at school. Eventually, I ended up moving town and I guess they must have lost my record or something because at my new school I straight up lied my way out of retaking freshman year. Never did it," you told him, slightly embarrassed but he chuckled.

"That must have taken some serious finesse. Why did you ditch school though? I thought you loved school," he asked.

"I grew to love it. Now all I want to do is learn new things. But uh, when I was a freshman, I think I was just angry. A lot of things happened that year that made me hate the world I was in. Took it out on a lot of things and that included my education. I regret it massively now," you divulged and he sat there, listening and processing your every word. Your stomach was twisting as you opened up to him, remembering a part of your life you didn't like to look back on.

Harry remained silent for a bit and you turned to look at him.

"Sorry, that was really deep," you breathed out, worried you had ruined the flow of conversation.

"No, no, don't apologise. I was just thinking."

"What about?" you asked as you began tracing another tattoo.

"About how much I wish I knew more about you. About how much I want to spend more time with you," he professed and you sat up, eyes boring into his. "And you're right. Up until now, our relationship has been just fucking weird but I really want to get to know you. I want to see you more and I wish I didn't have a month left on tour so I could spend time with you," 

"It's strange," you responded after some time of you both contemplating in silence.

"What is?"

"Well, I feel like I've known you forever. But also, I don't know anything about you at all," you mused.

"I feel like that too. I... Y/N... can I ask you something? It's a bit insane," he chuckled.

"Sure," you responded quickly wanting to know what he was going to say.

"Come on tour with me."

You sat up in shock. 

"What?!"

He simply just smiled at you.

"Come on tour with me. After yours is done of course."

"Harry you're insane," you chuckled incredulously. "I cant... I don't... it doesn't make sense."

"What about it doesn't make sense? I understand if you're too busy or need a rest after your tour and that's completely understandable but I'd love it if you would join me for the last 3 weeks. I'll pay for everything and we can hang out," he explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"You want to pay for me to join your tour and have me tag along with you for three weeks so you can just hang out with me? Do you know how insane you sound," and he nodded in response.

"Utterly mad, I know love. I just don't want to go another 4 months without seeing you," he said as you nervously twisted the rings on your fingers. You stayed silent for a bit as you contemplated his offer. It was mad but also you knew you wanted to spend more time with him. You also knew that you were supposed to be taking the next 2 months off, so it wasn't like you had anything else going on anyway. But it was insane. Joining Harry on tour, even though you barely knew him was insane. So why did you want to say yes so badly?

"What's going on in that head?" Harry questioned after you had sat pondering for some time.

"Um... could I give you an answer later?" you hesitantly asked.

"Of course. I would be surprised if you had an answer now. And don't worry if you feel like you can't. I will make time for you when I finish the tour," he promised.

"Thank you,"

"I have an idea though," he started and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh god," and he chuckled at your response.

"It's not as batshit as my last one, don't worry. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me tomorrow. For like the rehearsals and like soundcheck and stuff. Just to get a taste of what it would really be like, then you can decide whether you like it or not. What d'you say?"

"I think I can agree to that idea. Zep will probably be with Holly tomorrow anyway so I'll be free," you rattled off.

"Who's Zep?" Harry asked, thinking it was a peculiar name.

"Oh right, yeah Zep is the nickname for my brother. He calls me Goose," you explain and he chuckled.

"Goose and Zep. What a double act," Harry joked but realised you hadn't really laughed.

"Yeah something like that," you mumbled and he could tell that bringing up your brother had hit a nerve. He wasn't too sure why though.

"You ok?" he worried as you shuffled in his arms a bit. However you had a slapped on a fake grin at this point, not wanting Harry to know that you just missed your brother for your own selfish reasons.

"Yeah fine. I think I'm just quite tired," you said and it wasn't completely a lie. You were exhausted.

"Ok love, let's get some sleep," he whispered and you nodded tiredly.

You both went about getting ready for bed. Your heart warmed when you saw Harry had cleaned your room for you and had neatly folded up his and your clothes.

"I have some of my brother's boxers you could wear to bed if that would make you more comfortable," you offered and he nodded. You pulled an old pair out, one that you wouldn't mind Harry keeping.

"Why do you have your brother's underwear," he asked, amused, as you clambered into bed.

"Men's underwear is extremely comfortable. Ask any girl. I usually wear them to bed," you explained as you reached over to turn off the light on your side.

"I much prefer what you're currently wearing," Harry smirked as he ran his eyes over your figure. It was hot in Spain so you had settled for wearing some panties to bed and nothing else. You giggled and batted his hands away as they went to cup your breasts.

"Stop it! Let me sleep," you chastised him.

"Come here you," he said as he gestured for you to come closer to him. You shuffled up to him and you were about to settle your head on his shoulder when he gently turned you onto your side so he could spoon you. He slipped an arm around your waist and slipped the other one under your head.

"You'll get a dead arm," you warned and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

"Stop ruining the cute moment Y/N. I'll be fine even though you have a big head," he teased and you shot up.

"I do not!" you argued back as he tried to guide you back down.

"Shhhhh, just relax," he whispered, gently caressing your head as you huffed but you still settled back into him.

"Goodnight H," you mumbled as you felt your eyes closing, the warmth and comfort provided by Harry making you feel extra drowsy.

"Goodnight love," he said as he pressed a kiss to your head. He was about to drift off when your voice broke the silence.

"Promise you'll still be here in the morning?" you mumbled sleepily and he frowned.

"Of course, I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere," he responded, slightly confused as to why you had said that. He wouldn't dream of leaving you during the night.

So why did you think he would?

-

The next day you both woke up early and decided to sneak out of the hotel for an early morning stroll around the city. You hadn't had an opportunity yet to explore, you were supposed to go with your brother but predictably he forgot and went off with Holly. You felt too anxious to wander around a new city on your own so you stayed behind.

Harry was an excellent tour guide, however, and as it was early there were no tourists and the city was quiet. He pointed out all the sights and explained the history behind them, you clinging to his every word. You loved to learn new things and it helped that Harry was the one explaining it all. Eventually, you both got a bit tired from all the walking and settled down in a nearby cafe, both of you getting absolutely blasted by the sunlight but you couldn't keep the grin off your face.

"Thank you for that, I really wanted to see the city properly," you said as the waiter placed your coffee in front of you.

"It was my pleasure. Did you not have time yesterday to look around?" he asked, knowing your show had been two nights ago now.

"Uh, some plans fell through I guess. But today has thoroughly made up for that so I'm happy," you grinned and he smiled back, even though he was wondering why you were a bit more reserved when you said that. Something was going on and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Excited for today?" and you nodded in response, sipping your coffee slowly.

"I am. Excited to see you at work. I will probably be very unhelpful to have around, I will ask about a hundred questions," you warned and he chuckled.

"That's fine. Ask away, I'm happy to provide some answers. As long as it's not about my sex life, I get too many questions about that," and you gave him a look in response.

"Harry. I think I know about your sex life," you teased and he laughed.

"Yeah, you might be right. Anyway hurry up with your coffee, we're gonna be late if you keep sipping it," he chastised cheekily.

"We literally just sat down."

"Yeah and I'm almost finished, time is of the essence."

"It's 9am."

"So?"

It was this humourous bickering back and forth which made being with Harry so enjoyable. You just clicked with him, and you could talk about anything and everything. You could have serious conversations or funny ones and nothing felt awkward between you both.

Eventually, after a lot of whinging from Harry and you annoying him by drinking coffee as slowly as possible, you set off back to the hotel. Harry went back into his own room, and you went about packing a bag full of things for the day. Harry said there would be hours where you wouldn't have much to do, so you bought your book and your laptop to entertain yourself as well as a set of cards, to try and force Harry into playing card games with you. As you pulled on one of Harry's hoodies, which he gave you when he first met you, you heard a knock at the door. Thinking it was Harry you swung it open but you were pleasantly surprised to see your brother.

"Hey Zep," you welcomed as he stepped into the room.

"Hey, Goose. Fuck why does it smell of sex in here," he scrunched up his nose and fake gagged.

"Piss off, it does not," you blushed a deep red.

"It so does and you've gone red. Who's the guy? Also, where are you going?" he rattled off, and you rolled your eyes at your brother's incessant questions.

"Uh, d'you remember Harry," you mumbled and Zep smirked.

"Hm, let me see, do I remember Harry, oh wait, you mean global superstar Harry Styles? Yeah I think I can place him," he teased and you threw a sock at him.

"He's here," you explained and Zep nodded.

"I know. I just ran into him. It doesn't even smell of sex in here I just wanted you to admit it," he snickered and your mouth fell open when you realised you'd been tricked.

"Dickhead," you muttered under your breath as you grabbed your notebook and stuffed it into your bag.

"Where are you going by the way," he asked.

"Nowhere," you tried and he scoffed.

"You're going out with Harry aren't you," he accused and you frowned at his tone.

"Yes, I am. What's got you looking all sour," you pressed, wondering why his mood had shifted.

"I thought we were gonna hang out today. See the sights," he said and you sighed.

"No Zep, we were supposed to do that yesterday. But we didn't and I think we both know why," you uttered and he crossed his arms.

"What's that supposed to mean," he glowered.

"I just find it a bit rich that you're getting annoyed at me for going out with Harry when you ditched me yesterday for Holly," you exhaled even though you felt a bit childish saying it.

"Y/N, what the fuck?! She's my girlfriend. Harry's your... well I don't even know what to label Harry but he certainly isn't your boyfriend," he argued back. "I'm your brother!"

"And I'm your sister!" you snapped. "But I have barely seen you this entire tour. I understand you are with Holly now and I am so happy for you and I understand that things change when people get into relationships, but I have barely fucking seen you. Every day you blow me off for her and I would be fine with it if it was once in a while but pretty much every plan we have made you have then gone and ditched me. I have missed out on seeing almost every place we have gone to because you leave me behind every time. I don't think I've even had a meal with you this entire tour. I've just been fucking alone and it sucked. So now, I'm going to go spend time with someone who actually wants to spend time with me and has taken time out of their day to accommodate me and not leave me waiting in a hotel room, just to send me a text to say they aren't coming. Have a nice day," you raged as you opened your hotel room door and slammed it behind you. You let out a deep breath and even though anger was pumping through your veins you also felt a massive release. You had been needing to say that for a while.

"Uh, Y/N?" you heard a voice beside you and your eyes snapped open, heart falling when you saw Harry standing next to the door.

"How much of that did you hear?" you winced, knowing he'd probably heard the whole thing.

"Uh, most of you yelling," he mumbled and you pressed your face into your hands.

"Fuck," you whispered but you felt Harry's arm loop around your shoulder.

"Come on love, let's get you to the car. We can talk there. Don't worry about it," he said gently as he lead you down the hallway. You followed him, surprising him when you reached up to grab hold of the hand resting on your shoulder and pressed a light kiss to it. Despite the circumstances, he smiled at your sweet action and held you closer to him, feeling a sudden urge to protect you from the sadness you were feeling. He just wanted to see your beautiful smile again, the one that could light up any room.

You both left via the back entrance of the hotel and clambered into a big black car with darkened windows. When you got in, Harry pulled your legs back onto his lap, like he'd done on the drive back to your house after Coachella. You relaxed into him, feeling some of the tension melt away and you felt like you actually wanted to talk to Harry about it.

"I'm sorry you heard that. But I needed to say it. I think I've been building up to that for a while," you muttered and Harry placed a hand under your chin and raised your head to look at him.

"Don't need to apologise love. Just wanna make sure you're ok," he said looking worried and your heart melted a bit.

"I don't know if I'm ok. I don't think I've been feeling ok for a while. I guess you probably heard it all but Zep's been leaving me alone a lot on this tour. Because of his girlfriend. And I know I should be happy for them and I am but I can't help being upset because he keeps ditching me for her and leaving me on my own. I feel so selfish now, I shouldn't have snapped at him," you worried and Harry shook his head.

"You're not selfish for wanting to spend time with your brother love. And by the sounds of it, I think he's pushed the limit on how many times he's left you on your own for his girlfriend. It's understandable if he did it once or twice, but it sounds like it's happening all the time. That's not ok, he should still prioritise you, you're his sister," Harry reassured you and you were so thankful you had him right now.

"It's just... well he's all I've got. We lost our parents at a young age and it's always just been me and him. And then suddenly it was just me. I've been left by a lot of people in my life Harry, and I'm scared it's happening with my brother too," a couple of tears threatened to slide down your face, but you kept them in. You hadn't cried in years.

"I promise you Y/N, your brother will not leave you. He's a massive idiot, yes, but you mean so much to him. I could tell from the first time I talked to him. He holds so much admiration and love for you."

It was all starting to click into place now. Why you had written that sad song in your notebook about being alone, why you had flinched when Harry had referred to you and your brother as a 'double act' and why, just as you were about to fall asleep and when you felt the most vulnerable, you had to check that Harry wouldn't leave you during the night, something he feared had happened to you before. Harry made a vow to himself at that moment to never ever make you fear he was going to leave and to never walk out on you.

"I'm sorry. We were having a really nice morning and were going to have a really nice day and I've bought the mood down significantly," you apologised.

"Stop saying sorry love. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. We will still have a lovely day, I'll make sure of it. First I demand a kiss and then we shall go pretend to rehearse but actually, we will annoy Mitch relentlessly," he professed and you giggled. Harry always knew how to cheer you up.

"You demand a kiss, do you," you smirked and he nodded.

"Yes, it's sorta like monopoly. You know, get 200 to pass go," he joked and you shook your head.

"You're ridiculous, you know that," you rolled your eyes but leant in anyway.

"I know," he whispered as you pressed your lips to his and you shared a slow, gentle kiss. He tangled his hands in your hair to pull you closer and in response, you slipped your tongue into his mouth and moved your hands down his chest towards the waist of his trousers. He groaned and pulled back.

"Y/N, if you keep that up, I won't last the whole day," he lowered his voice so the driver couldn't hear him.

"Who said anything about lasting the whole day," you teased winking at him and settling back into your original spot. Harry cursed under his breath, chest rapidly rising up and down as he realised there was absolutely no way he could get through the whole day without even a taste of you.

-

Despite everything, you were having a pretty good day. When you arrived, Harry introduced you to the band and the crew and you got stuck into rehearsals. Harry patiently answered any questions you had about playing in arenas and the technicalities of it all, as well as questions you had about his music and his creative process. Secretly he was loving that you were so interested and therefore he was very happy to answer all the questions you had. After rehearsals, he'd dragged you to the dressing room and devoured you on the couch. The way your hips were swaying along to his songs when he played them had left him rock hard in his pants. He knew that you were aware of what you were doing and that made him even more frustrated.

That was followed by lunch, where you had a really nice chat with Sarah, Ny Oh and Elin and soon the four of you had formed a little bubble in the corner, giggling and chatting away. Harry was making a big scene over it, huffing loudly and whining away in the corner that you weren't giving him all the attention. You and the girls found it very amusing and kept whispering away, to annoy him even more.

"What have I done," Harry groaned when Mitch came over to him, not even managing to distract Sarah out of the group.

"I have no idea. They're as thick as thieves, I can't get a word in," Mitch sympathised, not missing the way Harry's eyes were glued on Y/N.

"Hm," he agreed absentmindedly, smiling as Y/N laughed loudly at something Sarah had said.

"You like her," Mitch observed from beside Harry.

"Yeah, no shit Mitch. She's literally all I've thought about for the last 4 months," Harry deadpanned. It was true, he did like you. A lot. He hadn't ever felt this way about anyone before. He had had crushes before but nothing quite like this. He had never had anyone make his heart race the way you did and he had never felt so comfortable and happy around anyone else before. He knew he liked you, and he thought you might like him back but he needed to hear it from you.

"Why haven't you done anything about it then. It's obvious she likes you, she has literal hearts in her eyes every time she looks at you," Mitch questioned and Harry shrugged.

"I don't know, we have a really strange relationship. We didn't do anything in the right order," he explained, fiddling with a loose string on his top. "I wanna ask her at the right time."

"So you're ok inviting her on a three-week leg of your tour but you need the courage to ask her if she likes you back. What is this, primary school?" Mitch scoffed and Harry rolled his eyes even though he knew Mitch was right. He knew you hadn't really spent that much time together but he didn't need time to know how he felt about you. He knew he liked you and he just needed to buck up the courage and ask you out.

"Oh look, they've made a rival boys club," Elin teased.

"Can we form an alliance?" Harry tried.

"Hm, tempting offer Mr Styles," you said, repeating the words you had said to him the night you kissed him for the first time. He knew what you were doing and glowered at you.

"Guys please stop eye fucking each other," Ny Oh piped up and you blushed a deep red as Harry turned away, nestling his head into Mitch's shoulder who quickly pushed him off.

"Piss off Harry. Go hide in her shoulder," he groaned as Harry dramatically sighed and pushed himself off the couch and made his way over to you.

"Come see the stage with me," he offered and you nodded, taking his hand to let him pull you up and you set off towards the main stage together. When you got there, you were taken aback by how big the venue was. You had never played anywhere this big before.

"Jesus, this is huge," you said as you wandered to the edge of the stage, sitting down so your feet were dangling over the edge.

"Yeah, I guess it is," he chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

"You're so humble Harry," you joked.

"I try," he walked over to sit next to you. As he did you rested your head on his shoulder, taking in the vast space.

"Y/N?" Harry muttered, sounding quite nervous.

"Yes H," you said back, not really paying much attention.

"We're friends right?" he asked picking nervously at the skin on his fingers and you turned to him, confused.

"Of course! I mean sort of, friends don't really kiss each other the way we do," you teased but he looked deadly serious.

"Y/N... fuck... Uh, I like you. I really, really like you," he stuttered out and your face grew into a massive grin.

"Good. So do I," you responded and he laughed.

"Romantic, Y/N," he said even though he couldn't keep the massive smile off his face. You liked him back. He couldn't believe it.

"You're cute when you blush," you observed as you looked up at his red face and he hid his head in his hands.

"Stopp," he whined and you giggled pulling his hands away from his face.

"Kiss me," you whispered and Harry complied, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips. You leaned into him, hands cupping his cheeks as he pulled your hips closer to his. This kiss felt different to all the other ones you had shared with him. It was more intimate and deep and you could feel Harry expressing his feelings toward you through the kiss. Eventually, he pulled back breathless, gazing into your eyes.

"I am going to kiss you until your sick of it. I am addicted to you," he professed and it was your turn to blush this time.

"Glad you are Styles. Cause you're stuck with me for the next month," you smirked trying to hint at the fact you were going to come on tour with him. His eyes lit up at that point as he realised what you were saying.

"You'll come with me?" he asked incredulously like he had just won the lottery.

"Yeah, I wanna come. I miss you when you're not around and I really like you. I don't wanna throw that away," you confessed and he pulled you into him, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.

"Y/N, you have no idea what that means to me, thank you," he said, pulling you into a hug. You sat there for a while, savouring the warm feeling you got from being in his arms. There was nothing more comforting.

"Uh Y/N," you heard a voice call and you pulled apart from Harry to see your brother poking his head through the door.

"Zep?" you puzzled as he waved nervously. Harry got up slowly and squeezed your hand.

"I'll let you talk," he offered and walked towards your brother, giving him a warning glare as he passed.

"Hi," you breathed out as he walked over to sit next to you.

"Goose I am so sorry," he started and you breathed out a bit, thinking this conversation was going to be a lot harder.

"After you yelled, I realised what a dick I had been over the last couple of months. Even Holly had a go at me when I told her what you said. You're right, I did flake on you and I was an idiot and I got caught up in this fantasy world with Holly. I can't believe I did that to you, I am so sorry," he apologised, squeezing your hands tightly.

"Thank you for apologising. I'm sorry for shouting. I just felt really alone and like you didn't need me anymore," you explained sadly and he pulled you into a big hug.

"You don't need to apologise. I am so sorry that I made you feel that way. I will always need you Y/N, you're my baby sister and I love you," he told you, hugging you tightly.

"Let's not fight again," you sniffled as you buried your head into his shoulder and he nodded.

"Agreed, it was horrible," he said and pulled back from you, smoothing down your hair as he did.

"So," he said as he raised his eyebrows and you hid your face in your hands.

"No don't interrogate me again," you pleaded and he chuckled.

"It's my job. What's going on?" he asked and you giggled slightly.

"Well he just told me he likes me, like really really likes me," you told your brother, feeling like a schoolgirl again.

"What did you say?"

"I told him I liked him back. I really do like him Zep, he's unlike anyone I've ever met. He's so funny and kind and he makes me feel like a million dollars when I'm with him," you gushed and Zep smiled.

"I can see he makes you really happy Goose and I'm so glad you've found someone like that. But what happens now, I mean we're going back to New York and he's got a month left of his tour," your brother queried and you looked a bit sheepish as you pondered how to tell him you were going on tour with Harry.

"What is it Goose?" your brother raised his eyebrows as you nervously played with your necklace.

"Uh, Harry's asked me to go on tour with him and I said yes," you rushed out and avoided his eye contact. He shifted in front of you and you feared the worst.

"Goose that's so cool!" he exclaimed and you looked up surprised to see him excited.

"You're not mad?" you queried and he shook his head.

"Of course not! I can see how taken you are with him and how taken he is with you. It would be stupid to spend more time apart after you've both figured out how you feel about each other. Plus now you get to go to so many cool places and I know how much you love to travel. I think you're gonna have the time of your life and I couldn't be happier for you," he said and you pulled him back into a hug.

"Thank you," you whispered and he squeezed you tight.

"Love you sis," he muttered.

"Love you too," you replied.

"Now, where is Harry? I'm going to have to go give him the 'dad' speech. You know, treat her well and all that," he teased and you shook your head.

"No Zep, please don't," you begged as he got up and started running to the door. You would be so embarrassed if he talked to Harry.

"Gotta catch me first," he chuckled and bolted out the door. You sprinted after him, cheeks burning red as you chased him through the corridors.

-

Later that day, you sat backstage, swinging your legs along to Harry singing Matilda on stage. This particular song held a deep meaning to you even though Harry didn't know it. You and Zep had lost your dad at a young age and then when you went into high school and Zep had just turned 18, your mum walked out of your life. He became completely responsible for you and he was the only person in your life who really showed you any affection or love for a while. You had no idea where your mum went or why she left but you but it had hurt tremendously at the time, even if she had shown you little to no love when she was around.

Therefore, as you listened to Harry sing Matilda for the first time, you did feel a couple tears slip down your cheeks. You really weren't one for crying and you barely had for years but the song really hit home for you. Zep had seen you were upset and came and settled down behind you, pulling you into his arms. He knew exactly why you were upset and you saw his eyes shining too as you both listened to the song. At one point during the song, Harry looked over and saw the two siblings holding each other. His heart broke for the both of you, it was clear that you had both been through a lot but he was so glad you had made up and had each other. He sent you both a kiss and you grinned widely in response, Zep giving you a squeeze when he saw how soft Harry was with you.

"He's a good man, Goose. He'll be there for you, don't forget that," Zep reminded and you nodded. You had a hard time trusting people and letting them in, always holding a small fear that they would leave. However, you just had a feeling you didn't have to worry about that with Harry. He was an exceptional man.

By the end of the show, however, the tears were forgotten as you danced about to Kiwi, trying to ignore the arousal that had settled in your stomach watching Harry perform this song. If this was what your reaction was to this song, then the next month was going to be very difficult. You cheered loudly as he bowed to the crowd and then your eyes widened as he came running towards you. He scooped you up when he reached you, twirling you around as you giggled loudly and pressed a happy kiss to his lips.

"You were incredible," you raved and he smiled widely.

"Thank you, love. You ok?" he asked as he carefully placed you down, stroking your cheek gently.

"Yes, I'm fine. Your songs are really beautiful H, you made me cry," you said and he sighed.

"You wanna talk about it," he asked gently and you shook your head.

"Not yet," you mumbled and he nodded, happy to wait for you to feel comfortable enough to open up. He would do anything to make you feel good around him.

"I'm so glad you're here," he mumbled pressing his lips to yours again and you sighed, genuinely wondering if you were in heaven. The feeling of him against you was like nothing you had ever experienced and you never wanted it to end.

"I never want to leave," you professed and he kissed you even deeper, holding your face against his.

"Never do, Y/N."

-

PART 2!!! thank you for all the lovely comments on the previous part, i appreciated them so much. sorry, this fic was longer than expected i am really crap at being able to write short fics ahaha.

sloane xx

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[ornii]

Folie a Deux III: Trending

The shoots were getting more and more intense as time went on, from your magic, to faking being blind to shooting your own fight scenes, a lot of work with little downtime, but when you did, you spend it focusing on your music. Making samples and producing, one late night in your trailer, the sounds of a cello tuning cut your music time down, you couldn’t focus with it. You heard that melody so vividly, You placed your headphones down and stepped out of your trailer, you heard the sounds coming from inside one of the rooms for shooting, it was nearing midnight. You crept up the stairs as Paint it Black was echoing.

Jenna sat with a Cello, trying to mementoes the strokes for her character Wednesday but it was always off by a smidge. She sighs as she stops to tune it. You watched her, her dedication to her character, to the art. You were, admittedly amazed.

“Don’t tune it.” you say, her head jerks over to surprise, seeing you.

“Shit. I didnt wake you, did. I?”

“No I was just finishing some samples Metro sent me, you’re really good at that.” You walk over, trying to not be a creep you sit always away from her, Jenna shrugged it off.

“No I’ve.. only been playing for a few months for the role.”

“A few months?” You say, flabbergasted. You scoot closer.

“It took me a year to learn bass guitar! You’re amazing, can you play something for me?” You ask, as Jenna was fumbling around to form an excuse you had an idea.

“Wait; let me help you, gimmie a sec.” (Y/n) darts off, leaving Jenna alone only for a minute, he enters with a keyboard piano and a violin, he sits across from her.

“It might Help you to recognize keys from songs you like and mentally implant them for your song, like this.” You say, you tap a few keys for drums and begin a simple beat, and with the lyrics she immediately recognizes the song

“I wish i knew you wanted me~ I wish I knew..” you sing, you then put the drums on repeat and take the violin and help with the bass line.

“Okay, take the keys, minor. Cellos a low register, I’ll pick up on high.” You say and begin a Violin and Cello rendition of “Bad Habit” by the one and only Steve Lacy, your eyes can’t stay off of her as you watch her play. The lyrics flowing like red wine from your lips.

“I bite my tongue, it's a bad habit

Kinda mad that I didn't take a stab at it

Thought you were too good for me, my dear

Never gave me time of day, my dear

It's okay, things happen for

Reasons that I think are sure, yeah…”

The keys started to come naturally to her, listening to the beat and focusing. While the music was amazing, it attracted more of the cast members who were unaware of what was going on, Peeking inside the Enid and Wednesday bedroom stage they saw the two performing and it was magical. The duo were reaching the chorus as they entered, actually impressed by the cover, and joined it.

You can't surprise a Gemini

I'm everywhere, I'm cross-eyed, and

Now that you're back, I can't decide

If I decide if you're invited

You always knew the way to wow me

Fuck around, get tongue-tied, and

I turn it on, I make it rowdy

Then carry on, but I'm not hidin'

You grabbin' me hard 'cause you know what you found

Is biscuits, is gravy, babe, ah-ah

(Y/n)’s eyes locked with Jenna’s. He couldn’t tear away from that gleam, those eyes, that smile.

“You can't surprise a Gemini

But you know it's biscuits, is gravy, babe

I knew you'd come back around

'Cause you know it's biscuits, it's gravy, babe

Let's fuck in the back of the mall, lose control

Go stupid, go crazy, babe

I know I'll be in your heart 'til the end

You'll miss me, don't beg me, babe..” He ends with a violin string, and the others watching immediately started berating them with questions, wondering if this was going to be in the final shoot. After some laughs and awkward chit chat, they all left, but Emma saw (Y/n) and Jenna chatting as the night was coming to a close, and couldn’t help but smile.

Wednesday had been a Commercial success, the internet going wild for it. Netflix had found lightning in a bottle and much of that was Thanks to Jenna of course, but much of the conversation was about the supporting cast. Mostly You. The Wenclair ship was trending, but it was #Healday that kept on the charts. The internet obviously went wild for the show and a season 2 was bound to happen, and of course there was the press tour, promoting the show and showing up appearances.

Exiting the Limo you kept a fairly calm demeanor, unbeknownst to everyone a little anxious, stepping out in a Notch Label embroiled Suit with a deep red scarf to boot. Wearing deep black shades your eyes were hidden to the crowd, you turn around and extend your hand and from the Limo Miss Ortega takes it, steeping out with a slim fit single shoulder dress with a thigh split for the thigh high leggings to show. Thank god for your shades, everyone would have seen just what you were oogling at. You kept composure as you lead your “Friend.” Out of the Limo to more flashes and cameras. Fitting a perfect example of a Modern Victorian Couple indeed. You walked with her slowly to let the Paparazzi get their moneys worth.

“Great dress.” You say to her, she attempted to hide the smile but couldn’t.

“I thought you’d like it..” she accidentally blurted out.

“What?” You reply, not entirely sure if you heard her correctly.

“I just meant It would go well with yours, we gotta keep this up, people really seem to like us.” She said, you shrugged it off and Jenna, taking a small risk leans up against your shoulder just slightly, the brush of her hair along your neck made you soul tingle. It seems this coverage was going swimmingly. You casually checked your phone and you see what’s treading. Both of you.

“Well.. that didn’t take long.”

When it came to interviews you kept things pretty professional, but always did your best to support your cast members and always talk positively about it. Your fame continues to grow and your friendship with Miss Ortega seems to be blooming so swimmingly, unfortunately for her; two words stuck a dagger into the heart of your relationship, making it bleed with jealousy.

This words.. Olivia Rodrigo.

Folie a Deux IV: Jealousy

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[storiesbyrhi]

I had an idea for a little blurb or one shot, what if there reader is always known for wearing long sleeves and like she’s never seen without them to the point where there’s crazy rumours and reasons people have come up with as to why.

And one day Eddie decides to ask her, and she just takes off her cardigan and she’s wearing a short sleeve underneath and she just has full on tattoo sleeves. So eddie literally just melts for her on the spot.

Hello, friend! Thank you for being my first anonymous requester/prompter. Appreciate it. I hope you like this. It got a little more angsty than I planned, but maybe it's a vibe? xo Rhi

Warnings: mention of self-harm cuts/scars - mind and not at all the focus of the fic; reference to bullying; drug use; no beta (and I'm shitty at proofreading)

Drabble 001 1566 words

“Maybe it's some sort of like, skin condition?” Dustin offered, still knowing the pain of appearing different.

“Where’s your imagination, Henderson?” Jeff asked. “Scars, all the way up her arms, like from doing witchcraft or whatever,”

“Witchcraft?”

“You mean like the cult stuff Hellfire does?” Gareth chimed in, causing most of the boys to laugh. Even Eddie snorted a little.

Yeah, it was a double standard alright. The boys at the table were the first to be picked on for standing out, or trying to fit in, or doing anything at all really. The irony of them watching as you sat by yourself in the far corner of the cafeteria, adding to the already wild echoes of gossip that sounded out wherever you went, was not lost on Eddie.

That’s not to say he didn’t glance over at you, wondering what had changed.

Last year he was meant to graduate and so were you. You’d shared classes, small talk, and a joint every now and then, but he fully expected to never see you again after graduation. Then, you disappeared before the final few weeks of the school year. You were M.I.A. during exams. People thought maybe you’d just skipped out on school and Hawkins entirely.

But, there you were, repeating your Senior year, keeping to yourself like your life depended on it, and the icing on this mystery cake – the length of your sleeves. Rain, hail, or blistering heat, your sleeves would be to your wrists.

Of all the things to think are weird about someone, this was incredibly low on Eddie’s list, if it made it at all. There were logical reasons anyway. When he traveled to the city to see a show, he'd met kids with cuts and scars hidden beneath bracelets and bandages. Maybe whatever caused you to miss the end of last year was fucked up. He couldn’t and wouldn’t judge you for that. Maybe you had converted to a religion that changed how you wanted to dress. Again, Eddie wouldn’t judge you for that.

Really, he wouldn’t have noticed or cared at all, if it wasn’t you.

You, who he remembered from Middle School. You said you thought his act in the talent show was cool, and he’d look even more like a rock star if he let his hair grow long and wild like the thrash metal bands he worshipped.

You, who refused to take discounts on weed just because Eddie offered them. “Call it: supporting local businesses,” you’d laugh, leaving him with his thoughts of you.

You, who would often sit in a way that meant Eddie could copy your answers on maths tests.

You, who he hadn’t spoken to in months, but still occupied a great deal of his mind’s time.

“You sound like a bunch of prissy school girls with all this gossip. What you really should be talkin’ about, is how you’re gonna survive the Cult of Vecna,” Eddie posed to the table, punctuating his statement by throwing peanuts at Jeff.

He dared another quick look over at you and froze when his gaze met yours. Before you could look away, he offered you a smile. Genuine. Warm. Hopefully – inviting. You blinked back at him, not scowling or rolling your eyes, just… confused, maybe.

Two days later, Eddie was spending his Saturday night alone in the trailer. Wayne was at work. Gareth’s house was plagued with interstate family, so band practice was canceled. He didn’t mind, though. It had been a while since he’d just done fuck all.

With rented videos stacked and ready, Eddie packed a bowl and started to watch Fright Night. He was only about ten minutes in before a loud knock on the trailer door made him jump.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he mumbled, glad nobody was there to see him almost piss himself.

He crossed the small space, poising to hear a neighbour talk shit about another neighbour and ‘tell ya uncle, would’ya’ and ‘get a haircut’ and endless trailer park bullshit he could not care less about. As he opened the door though, he stood up straight.

When he said your name, you looked up at him. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Ah, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I just, ah. Do you… Are you still…”

Eddie knew this line of unfinished questioning. “Selling? Yeah. Sure. Come in.”

You stepped up into the trailer, let Eddie close the door behind you. He made no motion to move or say anything. He was just looking at you, a little disbelief in his eyes.

“What do you need? I’m not fully stocked, but if your tastes haven’t changed we should be good,” Eddie said, trying his best to be polite. No, not polite. Kind. Friendly. A friend.

“Yeah, man. You still do pre-rolls?”

“Let me look. Um, take a seat, if you want. Do you want a drink or anything?” he offered, walking backwards towards his room but listening carefully to your reply. You shook your head at him.

In his room, Eddie found no pre-rolls, but there were the means to make them. He came back out to the lounge, plonked himself down next to you on the couch.

“You got some time? I can roll them for you now,”

“You don’t-”

Eddie stopped you by speaking your name. You looked at him. “It’s fine. Let me.”

You nodded, sat back into the couch more.

Eddie started Fright Night again and you half watched it, half observed how skilled Eddie was. His fingers worked fast, neatly. Nothing went to waste.

“So, um, this is a bit out of the way?” Eddie asked. “I mean, if you weren’t sure I was holding,”

“Um. Yeah. Nah. I live here now,” you told him.

“Oh. Cool. That’s cool. So, we’re neighbours?”

“Looks that way,” you confirmed, just grateful he didn’t ask why you had moved from your uptown house to good old Forest Hills.

The conversation paused there, not resuming until Eddie asked if you wanted four, like you used to. He wrapped them in saran wrap and handed them over, swapping you for cash.

Eddie hoped you’d sit for a bit, but you immediately stood and walked to the door.

“Thanks,” you said, turning.

“Wait!” Eddie called, unable to stop himself. You looked at him, your bottom lip sucked in and nervous energy radiating off you. “I, ah… I don’t… know what happened. If something did happen. Or whatever. But if you need anything at all… I’m here, you know?”

You hesitated for a second, then nodded. It wasn’t enough for him. He continued, “Because I liked that we were friends. We were friends, right? And we should be. Now. We have a lot in common. Actually,”

“You mean we both live in a trailer park and are repeating our senior year?” you asked deadpan.

It threw Eddie. For a second, he thought he’d upset you, but then he noticed you weren’t moving to leave anymore. “Yeah… And, we both like… weed… and horror… and there’s gotta be other things, right?”

You studied his face. Eddie had grown up a lot in the years you’d been a nameless moon, orbiting his bright planet. He’d grown into a beautiful person. And it wasn’t just the big brown eyes. He was kind, sweet. You’d seen how he’d adopted all the freak freshmen, taking them under his wing and offering a level of notoriety that meant protection.

“You want to be my friend?” you asked him.

“Yeah. I do,” he answered confidently, puffing his chest out a little.

“You’re not just like, fishing for information? Wanna know where I went?”

Eddie was a little hurt you’d think that about him, but he could see you were more hurt. He shook his head, said as softly as he could, “I kinda just miss you.”

And there it was. It broke you just a bit. You’d missed him too. You missed any semblance of normality. You sighed and stepped close to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Eddie made a surprised little ‘oh’ sound but quickly wrapped his arms around you, squeezing tight. He waited until you stepped away first, not wanting to spook you.

“So, Fright Night?” you asked, moving back to the couch, casually lifting the knitted jumper you were wearing over your head, throwing it aside.

Eddie’s jaw fell slack. Your back was to him, but you wore only a tank top, and the colours and patterns all up your arms were so vivid. Covered in bright illustrations, you were a walking piece of art. He’d managed to close his mouth and follow you to the couch by the time you sat down.

He sat next to you, turning his attention back to the film, scared to even look at you. There was a smirk on your face as you noticed how still Eddie had gone.

“If you let me share a bowl, I’ll let you ask about the tattoos,” you said.

“Oh, thank FUCK,” he breathed out. “You’ve always been cute, but, ah, Jesus…”

You laughed at him, a proper laugh, one that sounded unfamiliar to you. Eddie had grabbed your arms and was studying the tattoos so closely you thought maybe he was trying to commit them to memory. He looked at you, those goddamn big puppy dog eyes.

“I really fucking missed you,” he whispered. “And I’m glad you’re here.”

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[inej-ruination-ghafa]

IF ONLY I COULD - E.M

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || alt ending || masterlist

Warnings: tons, children, mentions or pregnancy, babies, mentions of trauma, mentions of violence, mental health, difficult familial relations.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Wife!reader

Summary: you and your boyfriend Eddie had been best friends since you could remember and he was the father of your child. How could anything go wrong?

Wordcount: 5.6k

You woke up that morning to the dull sound of a baby crying in the other room and hit your head against the pillow, knowing you had to get up. 

You reached to the left side of the bed for your boyfriend but he wasn't there, instead the bed was cold and the sounds of a baby crying had faded into the distance. 

You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and when you opened them, the sight made you smile. Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, was standing there holding a little girl in his arms, rocking her back and forth as she stopped crying. He was humming something under his breath, a song that you just so happened to recognise as Master of Puppets. The sight made you smile as you relished in the peace of the morning.

Eddie Munson had been your best friend since you were 3 years old and when you were 15, he had finally admitted all those feelings to you. You were happy, the perfect freaky couple who everyone hated. 

Then you graduated, going to a local college as you still lived with your mother and still want to keep in touch with your boyfriend. Then it happened, the accidental pregnancy that you were hours away from aborting but you couldn't, not saying there was anything wrong with it, but you and Eddie had decided that maybe it was a good idea after all. 

And now, as you lay in his bed in his trailer, well the trailer you now lived in with his uncle, you knew that you had both made the best decision of your lives. 

He turned to you, a smile on his face as he held the now not crying baby in his arms, "Morning princess, you have a nice sleep?" He asked. 

You nodded, still caught up in the surreal situation. You had never expected to be 19 years old, turning twenty in a month, and living in a trailer with your best friend, his uncle and your 2 month old baby girl. 

"Yeah, don't you have to be at school Ed, first period starts in 10 minutes," you said, sitting back on your haunches as you looked at him. 

He sighed, "I know, but she was crying and I couldn't wake you," he said, a soft smile on his face as he looked down at you. 

He had changed since the baby had been born, he smoked less, he sold drugs to less people (only friends and devoted customers), had picked up a part time job at the record store to sustain the family and had just become softer. 

Of course he didn't change too much, you had fallen in love with the heavy metal playing crazy boy and wouldn't want anything else. 

"If you want to graduate and provide for us baby, you're gonna have to go to class," you said, watching as he gently placed your daughter back in her crib at the end of the bed and came to sit next to you. 

He groaned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him so your head was resting on his shoulder, "I'm passing this class anyway, plus, it's your first day of spring break, I wanted to say hi before you went to your mums tonight," 

Your mum had requested a sleepover with you - which you found hilarious - so you and your baby girl Anna were spending the night at your mother's before spending the whole of spring break with your boyfriend, plus he had a big campaign tonight and would probably come home late. 

"Why don't I drive you there? We get some breakfast and then You get to school ready for second period," you suggested. 

He sighed, pressing a kiss to your head, "Alright sweetheart, but only for you," he said, leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss again. 

You hadn't had enough of this since Anna was born, enough of holding each other at night and kissing until the sun rose again. You missed it, but maybe it was worth it for a little while. 

You walked out into the kitchen wearing a corroded coffin shirt that Eddie had made and that was stained with breast milk and food and saw Wayne walk in through the door. 

"Morning ma'am," he said, his body fatigued after yet another night shift. He had taken extra shifts after the baby had been born and you both needed more money, he was like a father to you. 

"Morning Mr Munson, I'm making eggs and bacon, do you want some?" You asked, getting the ingredients out from the fridge. 

Ever since you had moved in a year ago - when Eddie had failed to graduate for the second time - you had made the house more organised and more like a home, something that both Munson men appreciated. 

"Nah, the guys ordered some food this morning, I'm just heading off to bed," he said, dropping his bag at the door, "How's Anna?" 

"She's good," you said and just on cue, your boyfriend walked out with the baby girl resting against his bare chest. 

"Morning Wayne," he said to his uncle, a smile on his face. 

Wayne remembered when Eddie had fallen in love with you. He had been 15 and came back from one day at high school with his hair shaggy and growing out and a lopsided grin on his face. When Wayne had asked why he was in such a good mood, Eddie began rambling on about how you had kissed him under the bleachers. 

He knew that you two were perfect for one another and it showed. 

"Morning kiddo, shouldn't you be at school?" He questioned, eyes narrowed at Eddie. 

"Yeah, yeah old man, I know. My girl is driving me after breakfast, plus, I couldn't let go of this thing," he said, a soft tone to his voice as he looked down at Anna. 

Wayne smiled at the scene in front of him. He knew how Eddie's father was a bad influence and ruined the family but here, as he watched Eddie press a kiss to the top of your head and sit your daughter down into a high chair, he knew that as his uncle, he must have done something right. 

“Well I’ll be off to bed, see y’all later,” he said and you both waved goodbye as he walked into the room across the hall. 

Eddie wrapped his arms around you from behind, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He pressed a few kisses to the sensitive skin of your neck, holding you tight against him and you just laughed at his antics. 

The domesticity of the act brought up a cosy feeling inside of you. You wish that this moment could last forever because you never wanted to leave his arms, no matter what. 

“I love you,” he whispered, “Thank you for giving this life to me,”

Eddie wasn't one to get sentimental or emotional but you had saved him in so many ways. He didn't know what his life would be like right now if he hadn't finally plucked up the courage to ask you out. Would he be a drug dealer, in prison or dead? Would he be depressed because he was never going to be able to graduate high school? 

He didn't admit stuff like that openly often and it made you smile as you turned around, looking up at him and brushing his messy hair out of his face. 

“I love you too Ed,” you replied, a soft smile on your face.

He placed two fingers underneath your chin, tilting your head up so he could get a better look at you and then he kissed your lips. Before you moved in, all the issues were rough and desperate but this one, it was soft and grounded, bordering on passionate like every one of his kisses did. 

You didn't want to let go, to let go of this utopia that you both had but you knew that the breakfast was going to burn if you didn't so you pulled away, resting your forehead against his. 

Anna babbled and you both smiled at one another, realising how perfect everything was at this moment. 

You finished breakfast and carried Anna into your shared bedroom, grabbing some stuff and Eddie held your hand, pressing a chaste kiss to it. 

“I have to go feed her quickly, I’ll be back in a minute,” you said, picking up the baby in your arms.

His brows furrowed, “You normally don't leave,” he stated. 

“I know if I take my shirt off in front of you right then you wont make it to school on time,” you said, raising an eyebrow at him. 

He smiled, holding his hands up in mock surrender, “You know me too well,” he said with a chuckle, watching as you walked out of the room. 

Eddie always thought you deserved better than living in a small trailer right now and even though you never complained, he wanted to give you that white picket fence life he knew you'd always dreamt of. 

He was going to graduate, he swore to you that he would. He was going to get a good job with promotions and be able to provide for this family. And it was all for you. 

You sat at your mum's house, a cup of tea in one hand as you looked over at your daughter who was fast asleep in the mobile cot next to you. You turned the TV on and saw that one of the local reporters was in the trailer park, standing near your trailer specifically that was surrounded by police and ambulance and angry residents. 

"A Hawkins high student has been found dead in the trailer park," the news announced and you wouldn't hear anything else, it was like you were drowning and the words of the reporter were muffled to you. 

"Mum, it wouldn't be," you said, your voice breaking as you thought of what could have happened. 

The worst ideas began to spin through your mind, making you feel sick to your stomach as you envisioned driving there, having to see Eddie's body lying there, covered in blood. Or to see him against the cop car, hands in handcuffs. 

She drove you there and it hurt your head to keep thinking about all of it, that he wasn't going to be alive when you got there. You held your tears the whole time not wanting to cry in front of your mum. 

You looked into the backseat of the car at your baby, she was sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware that her father could be dead. 

Your mother parked you a little further down and waited there with Anna whilst you walked down, determination  

"I'm sorry ma'am, I can't let you through, this is a crime scene," the man said as he stopped you from walking in. 

"Wayne!" You called out and the man turned to you, seeing the determination in your eyes as well as the genuine fear. 

"Hey officers, she lives here," he said as he walked over and the man let you through. 

Instantly, Wayne pulled you in for a hug, realising how upset you were. He had wanted to call but the only phone was in the house and it was currently an active crime scene. 

"Is he okay, my Eddie, is he okay?" You asked, tears brimming in your eyes and he shook his head.

He could hear the shaky tone to your voice and sighed, not wanting you to go through any of this, "We found a girls body in the house this morning, no sign of Eddie,"

You held back a sob, hand clasped over your mouth as all of the worst case scenarios spun through your head, making you dizzy. 

You kept thinking back to yesterday morning, the smile on his face and the genuine joy in his laughter. What has gone wrong? What had happened? 

He placed a hand on your shoulder but you felt like collapsing, your mind swimming with negativity and your breathing fast. You loved Eddie, more than anything else in the world and now, something bad could have happened to him and you had no way to help. You kept thinking that you should have stayed with him last night. 

You heard your last name being called out and turned to see Powell. He was the new chief of police since Hopper had died in the mall fire last year and he wasn't as good but he was learning. 

“You are dating Eddie Munson, live with him and share a child with him, that is correct?” he asked, looking down at a sheet. You wondered how much time he had spent researching your past, “Can we talk to you?”

You nodded, following them to a picnic bench that was in the middle of the trailer park, away from the prying ears of the neighbours. 

“How long have you been dating Mr Munson?” he asked, sitting down. 

You sighed, your heart pounding in your chest, “Uh, just over five years now, I've known him for as long as I can remember,” you explained, watching as he noted it down. 

You knew that he already knew about it, that you had moved in a year ago much to your mothers distaste and that you had fallen pregnant around the same time. 

“When was the last time you saw Mr Munson?” he asked, and you looked over to see some of the other officers looking around your house, your bedroom. It made you sick. 

“Yesterday morning, I drove him to the high school and then went to my mothers house for the night,” you explained. Your heart was racing, scared to accidentally say something incriminating that could hurt Eddie. 

Powell nodded, noting it down on his notepad, “And was that a pre-planned event, potentially by Eddie Munson?” he asked. 

You scoffed, you knew what he meant, “You think Eddie set it up so that I would be out of the house so that he could commit a murder,” you said, the words sounding like venom on your tongue.

You couldn't believe that someone had instantly jumped to the conclusion that it was him that committed this crime when he wasn't even there to defend himself. You didn't think he did it, not even for a second. 

You knew that Eddie wasn't a violent person and the only time he had gotten into a fight was when you had both gone to a party in your senior year and some boy had tried to flirt with you and wouldn't leave so Eddie hit him, the two getting into a fight. 

"My boyfriend is not a killer, you have to understand that," you said, tears burning in the back of your eyes. 

"I'm sorry Ma'am, we can't confirm that right now," Powell said, a sad look on his face. He hated having to deal with murder cases and after the mall fire last year, he didn't want to have to deal with more deaths. 

"You also can't confirm he did it. What if whoever killed Chrissy killed Eddie too? Did you think of that?" You asked. 

You felt sick to your stomach at the idea that Eddie could be dead out there, his eyes ripped out of his skull. You hated that you didn't know where he was or if he was okay. You just kept thinking back to this morning, maybe you should have stayed in bed with him longer. 

"And what if he loves murder so killed poor Chrissy and ran?" Powell questioned before sighing, "I'm sorry miss, we're just covering our bases,"

"He's got a daughter, he wouldn't run, he wouldn't kill a 17 year old," you said, your face shaky, "Eddie Munson loves me, he loves his baby girl, he loves his guitar, he loves his band, he loves sunsets, he loves heavy metal, he loves microwave meals, he loves his friends, he loves hellfire club, he loves gothic horror book, he loves poorly made films, he loves overcooked pizza. But murder, he doesn't love murder,"

He could tell that you were distraught, tears were welling up in your waterline and your voice was cracking as you defended him to within an inch of your life, you weren’t going to let them believe he was a murderer. 

"I'm sorry ma'am, I truly am," Powell said before turning around, ready to walk away. 

"This is my home Powell, just let me go grab my stuff," you begged and the chief of police sighed. 

"You can get back in when it's not an active crime scene, I'm sorry Ma'am, it's just the rules," he explained. 

You sighed, "I need some stuff for the baby, if I give you a list can you get it for me?" You asked and he looked at Calahan before nodding. 

She grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, scribbling some stuff down before handing it to him, crossing her arms across her chest. 

Powell walked in with the list, freezing as he saw the room. He hadn't expected the boy's bedroom to be like this. Eddie was labelled as demonic and evil but this, this was home. 

It was neater than it used to be and there were pictures of you and Eddie on the walls from before Anna was born, pictures of Anna in little frames, a cot by the side of the bed. 

He felt guilty for a little bit that he was trying to arrest this boy for murder but he shook it off, instead collecting the basic amenities for the girl. 

You sat at your mothers house, your feet tapping against the floor as you looked at Anna who was asleep in the makeshift cot by the sofa. You were going to be staying at your mums until the investigation was over but you still missed your home. 

You missed Eddie and the feeling of falling asleep in his arms, of his distinct smell of cigarettes and heavy cologne, you missed the smile that he would give you and your daughter that reached his eyes. 

That's when the phone rang. Your mother sighed as she got up, walking over and answering the phone, confused as to the voice on the other end of the line. 

"Hey, uh, is Y/N here?" The voice asked and your mother stood at the phone, confused. 

"Um, yes, who is this?" She asked, mouthing something to you that you didn't understand. You got up, walking over to the phone as she passed it to you. 

"Y/N?" The voice asked and you recognised it as Dustin Henderson, the voice of a boy who Eddie viewed almost like a son or a younger brother. 

"Henderson? If you're here to call about Eddie, I know, and I'm sorry but I don't know where he is," you said, leaning against the wall, looking into the other room to where your mum was rocking Anna in her arms. 

"That's what I wanted to talk about, we think we know where he is," Dustin said and you smiled, holding the phone tighter to your ear. 

"Really? Where?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest at the idea that you would be able to find him. that he was okay. 

"Reefer Rick's, we found his residence near lovers lake, we're going now," he explained. 

"Who's we?" you asked, brows furrowed as you leant against the wall. 

"Me, Steve, Robin and Max," he explained and though you wanted to ask why he was hanging out with all the people who also wanted to find Eddie, you let it go because what was important was that you could help Eddie. 

"Pick me up in 10," you said and he began to protest on the other end of the line but you cut him off, "No buts Henderson, I'm coming," 

"Who was he?" your mum asked once you hung up the phone and you walked back into the room. 

"Dustin Henderson. He's one of Eddie's friends from Hellfire, he thinks he knows where he is. He's coming over now," you explained, grabbing your bag and packing your stuff that you would need for Anna. 

"There is no way I'm letting you go out there, no way," she said, following you around as she tried to deter you from leaving. 

She always thought that eddie was a bad influence so now that he was a murder suspect, it gave her reasons to hate him. You knew that he wasn't a bad person but she never seemed to believe you. 

Your mother was a quiet person who enjoyed pool parties where they would eat scones and drink tea and she liked calmer music and nothing that Eddie liked. Eddie liked hard music and house parties and day old pizza that he would reheat in the oven. 

"Please mum, I have to find him. He's my everything, I have to clear his name," you tried to plead with her but you didn't need her permission anymore. 

You had moved out for two reasons, one, you wanted to live with your best friend and boyfriend so that you could prepare for spending the rest of your lives together. Two, you wanted to get as far away from the controlling household as you could. You loved your mother and always would but you didn't like the way she always wanted you to be perfect and normal. 

"He shouldn't have run then," she said harshly and you froze, shocked that she would ver believe that your boyfriend could ever do something like that, "I'm sorry dear, he's a father now, he shouldn't be dealing drugs or killing young girls," 

"We're leaving," you said, grabbing your daughter and holding her against your chest.

"You're not taking your daughter on a man hunt for a potential killer," she objected sharply and you couldmt believe that she'd even entertain the idea of Eddie being a killer.

When your mum had first met Eddie, she wasn't too fond of him and his long hair and metal concerts but she had warmed up to him once she realised he was going to be in her daughters life forever. She still disagreed with his morals and beliefs but it didn't matter as long as he treated you right. 

"We'll be back later mum okay," you said. If she thought that Eddie was a killer, then you couldn't spend any more time around her right now. There was no point in fighting and you had to go and find Eddie, that is what is important right now. 

"I'm sorry, I don't think he's a killer I'm just, I'm worried about you," she said, trying to reason with you as you began to head towards the door. 

"I know you are but I'm a grown woman now, I have to do what's best for my family and right now, that means finding Eddie," you said, smiling at your mother before walking out of the door. 

You waited on your porch, too stubborn to apologise to your mother about the argument you two h. You knew she was right, that it was dangerous for you to go looking for Eddie seeing as he is a suspect in a homicide but you couldn't not. 

A few minutes later, a car pulled up and Steve rolled down the window, looking at you. He narrowed his eyes as he spotted the travel bag you were carrying in one hand, your baby girl in the other. 

“You brought a baby?” Steve asked and you nodded, hopping into the back seat between Dustin and Max. you had known the douchebag that Steve used to be in high school but now he seemed like a good person, someone who wasn't an awful human being - at least that's what Dustin always said. 

Dustin smiled at you. He had known you throughout your whole pregnancy and was close with Eddie so you two were close and he loved Anna, always willing to watch the baby for an hour or two if you needed to go shopping or have a shower and Eddies at work or studying. 

The drive was silent and it was almost uncomfortable. Nobody seemed to want to talk to you because they were scared of your reaction to the incidents they had faced. They assumed something supernatural had to do with this attack and knew they would have to explain it to you and Eddie eventually. 

Your knee was bouncing up and down in the seat from nervousness. You couldn't help but be worried about how Eddie would react to seeing you again. You wondered if he was okay or even alive and it made your heart hurt at the idea of him not being okay. 

When you zoned back into what was going on, you smiled at the sight of Dustin who was entertaining the baby on your lap, giggling when she did. She may have only been two months old but she seemed so mature, already smiling all the time. 

When you arrived, you explained that Reefer rick had been in jail for a few months now so his house would be empty. Dustin checked through the windows anyway before Robin suggested the big shed round the back. 

You walked back, shushing your baby girl as she was now wide awake. You didn't want your cover to be blown or for any locals to notice you were around and get suspicious; not like there were many locals anyway. 

“Is anyone home?” Dustin called out as he walked into the shed. 

Your daughter babbled as you held her to your chest and you shushed her, looking around at the mess that was Reefer Ricks shed. 

“Look, there's food here, maybe he got spooked and ran,” Max said and you walked over, looking at the food. You knew he must have been here, you couldn't give up hope that he was not dead. 

Steve began prodding at a boat covered with a tarp with an oar, him and Dustin arguing with one another about how they've almost died hundreds of times. You sort of shrugged it off but were still confused about it. 

All of a sudden, a figure jumped out from under the tarp, pressing stve up against the wall with a knife to his neck. You recognized the tattoo creeping out from underneath his shirt and his long unruly hair that seemed matted, probably because he'd been running his hand through it constantly. It was Eddie. 

“Eddie!” you exclaimed and he turned back to look at you, his eyes vacant as he took in the sight of you, Dustin and the baby. 

It was almost like he didn't believe that you were really there, that he was going crazy and you were just a figment of his imagination, “Its us, that's just Steve, he's not gonna hurt you,” Dustin said, “Why don't you drop the oar steve,” 

Steve nodded, dropping the oar but Eddie panicked at the noise, pressing the knife further to Steve's neck, the boy wincing. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice strained, breaking slightly. He was shaking as he held the knife against Steve and you knew that something bad had happened, he hadn't been this shaky since you gave birth to Anna and had complications. 

“We're here to help,” Dustin reasoned, his arms held up almost in surrender. 

“Its okay Eddie, were here,” you said, beginning to approach him and he froze at the sound of footsteps against the floor, “It's me honey, its us,” 

Eddie turned his head to the side, big brown eyes meeting yours and you smiled. Anna cooed, arms reaching out as she recognised her father, a wide smile on the baby's face. 

He dropped the knife, Steve scrambling away and back to the group. Eddie was frozen in place, eyes flickering between you and Anna as he took in the sight of both of you, safe. 

“Hi baby,” you said, a soft smile on your face. 

He engulfed you both in a hug, careful of his baby girl as his head fell into the crook of your neck, just relishing in the sense of comfort he had from just being in your presence. 

He had spent the last 24 hours being horrified that something had happened to you or Anna and now, he just wanted to hold you tight and make sure that nothing ever happened to you. 

“It's okay Ed, you're safe honey, you're safe, we’re safe,” you reasoned with him and he nodded, stifling a sob as he looked at you. 

Anna babbled to herself, a grin on her face as she reached her hands up for her father, her hands tangling themselves into his hair. It brought a grin to his face, a vacant one but a smile nonetheless. 

“Hey baby girl, daddy missed you,” he said before looking up at you, “Can I hold her?”

“She’s your daughter too Munson,” you said and he nodded, worry evident in his eyes as he held her in his arms, inhaling the familiar smell of his daughter. His eyes were brimming with tears as he gently held her in his arms, hand supporting her head. 

He was scared he would hurt her like Chrissy had been hurt but just the soft touch of the little girl made his shoulders become less tense and he tried to forget the images of what had happened last night. 

The other four looked confused. They had always seen the confident and outspoken non conformist Eddie Munson who walked over tables at lunch time and didn't come to parties unless he was providing drugs. 

This was a different side of him. He was soft and gentle as he held the little girl in his arms, a broad grin on his face as he whispered to her, the girl babbling back incoherently but it just made him smile even more. You had your hand on his shoulder, looking down at the little family you were fighting so hard to keep. 

“Thanks for finding me,” he said, his voice quiet as he never took his eyes off of his daughter. 

“It was Dustin who found you actually, I kind of ran away from home again,” you explained. 

He chuckled, eyes leaving the big brown eyes of his daughter (that she had inherited from him) to look at the Henderson boy, “Thanks man,” he said and Dustin nodded. 

“Eddie, what happened with Chrissy,” Dustin asked and Eddie shook his head, a wince-like expression on his face. 

“You wont believe me,” he said, shaking his head. 

“Try us,” Max said. 

He sat down and you sat next to him, Anna in your lap. You were starting to think that this was a bad idea to bring the baby with you but you saw that she was making Eddie more comfortable. 

He explained everything, how Chrissy had asked for drugs and because he knew her older brother, he had agreed. Then he explained about what had happened to her body as she died, her bones breaking as she floated up in the air. 

You placed your hand in his and he sighed, taking a deep breath as he tried to explain all that had happened. 

“I didn't know what to do so I ran away, as far as possible,” he explained, tears burning in the back of his eyes. 

The group were listening intently to the words, sharing knowing glances between each other that you didn't quite understand. 

“What I’m about to tell you might be difficult to take,” dustin said as he looked at both of you, “You know how some people say that Hawkins is cursed, they're not way ogg,”

He explained all about the upside down, how it would bleed into this world and that was what had happened to all these people who have died in the past few years. 

Dustin hated that he had to bring you and Eddie into this, that you couldn't just be oblivious about it and leave this wretched town forever. Eddie would always talk about his girlfriend and daughter and he knew how much they meant to him so now, putting them in danger, he felt very guilty. 

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asked, his hand grasping yours for some sort of stability in the midst of all this craziness. 

“They're worse than ghosts, and if they're back then we need to know,” Dustin explained and you could barely wrap your head around it. 

He asked more questions about dust particles or anything weird going on but you kept thinking about how these kids had gone through so much because of this cursed town, you wanted to get out of the hell hole even more. 

“No, Chrissy just wouldn't move, like she was in a trance or a curse or something,” he said, looking up at him. 

“Vecna's curse,” Dustin stated and you remembered the villain from the camagins that Eddie had been so focused on for the last few weeks. Steve asked who Vecna was and Dustin sighed “An undead creature of great power, a dark wizard,” 

The group began to talk and you just turned to Eddie, rocking Anna in your arms, “Come home with me Eds, I'm worried about you," you said, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek. 

"You don't have to be, I'm going to be fine here. You need to go home, I can't drag you down with me," he said and she sighed. 

"I'll come back tomorrow, I promise," you said. 

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips, "I don't doubt it sweetheart," he whispered. 

A/N, this is gonna be a mini series that follows the plot of season 4. I might make a taglist if enough people want to be added to the next chapter which will probably be out in a week.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fandom #eddie x reader #eddie munson x wife!reader #stranger things eddie #stranger things eddie x reader #stranger things eddie munson #wife!reader #tw children #tw pregnancy #tw baby mention #mj writes nonsense #running up that hill series #mj rambles about eddie munson

[burntjuulpod]

Netflix's Wednesday review with spoilers!!

okay, so I stayed up and watched the Wednesday show when it first premiered at 3 this morning and it is so fucking good!! I needed a quick nap but now I'm back and just wanted to share some thoughts on the show and some things online.

you were NOT queerbaited!! wenclair was a "crack ship" made when the first trailers came out way before any of the WednesGay event and there was nothing queer promised in this show, tho we did get some with side characters and there could be more later on if we get more seasons

I keep seeing people criticizing when Wednesday tells Morticia that she will never fall in love and be a housewife as an ideal the writers are pushing as being a homemaker is something terrible. I have seen so many of these but the whole root of Wednesday's issues with these things is she doesn't want to be seen as weak and most importantly she doesn't want to be like her parents! she said this to hurt her mother and separate herself from her

now on to the actual plot points. while watching I was very upset with the way they were taking the little love triangle they had going on was happening but after the twist it makes sense. Tyler was so insistent because he needed to be closer to her and it makes sense for him to be pushy and more willing to follow all of her crazy theories and help her

on the other hand it also makes sense for Xavier for starters her already knew Wednesday and had initially saved her from his roommate and his crazy ramblings so he already had a proverbial foot in the door even before the monster was discovered. secondly, he hated Tyler and at some points, you could definitely tell that he more so wanted Tyler gone than he wanted to woo Wednesday per say

when we got the tour of the social clicks trailer I was scared for a hot minute with Bianca that Wednesday would try to take her down and I'm glad that wasn't the case. I didn't like Bianca at first but that was the point! and I never really hated her just not thrilled when she showed up in the first couple of eps but as we saw her Character develop by the end I loved her and understood why she did the things that she would do

I loved when enid left and Wednesday had to confront the fact that they were friends and she actually liked her. that was good for Wednesday, unlike when the boys were telling her she was sending mixed signals she wasn't sending shit so she never really had to change with them but with Enid? she wanted to change and fix that relationship

finally, I'll talk about the hug, it was the climatic and dramatic moment of the whole show regarding character relations. enid kissing ajax, boring as hell. Wednesday kissing Tyler boom plot twist and they are done for. the music, enid only asking where Wednesday is, the run, ENID FUCKING PICKED HER UP IN THAT HUG!!!!, the shove off then going back in with a death grip are you kidding me???

with Tyler out of the way, I definitely could see Xavier backing off from Wednesday. Enid and Ajax just started dating for like maybe a month and now they are going home until the next semester we could def come back next season just with her saying it was puppy love and it fizzled out once they went home. boom perfect opening for wenclair especially now with Wednesday being a tad bit more open to investigating with other people. we saw a lot of solo Wednesday investigations using each person for a small part of the puzzle but now trusting at least Eugene and Enid I could see them being a scooby doo type group the next time we see them

#wednesday spoilers #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday #enid sinclair #wenclair #bianca barclay #xavier thorpe #tyler galpin #eugene otinger

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Dec. 1st: Introducing Christmas Traditions

Hello, my beautiful friends! It's been a while since I've posted and to help combat some of my writer's block...I am going to *try* and participate in @comp-lady's December Writing Challenge!

Day #1: Blanket Fort/Cooking Together

Warnings: Swearing (I think that is it, if there's something else, please let me know and I'll change it!) Word Count: 1.8k+ Words Pairing: Eddie x AFAB!Reader

"Do we really need to buy all of these random snacks for our movie night?" Eddie asked as he looked at the cart filling up before his eyes.

"Yes, I promise you these snacks are vital to the night going well."

"Princess," Eddie mumbled, looking at the girl whom he has been pining after for the last three years. "We don't need to spend all of this money to have a good time. We could order a pizza and split a six-pack like we normally do and I'd still have the best night of my life."

"You don't understand," Y/n said, finally meeting Eddie's eyes. "This is essential. Please just let me do this."

"Okay," Eddie reluctantly agreed. He could see her eyes pleading for him to just let it go. For the next half hour, Y/n and Eddie walked around the store filling the cart before hitting the checkout.

Once Y/n and Eddie made it back to the trailer, Y/n got to work unloading the groceries. "Eddie," She yelled from the kitchen.

"What is it, sweets?"

"I need to ask one more favor from you," Y/n mumbled, looking up at Eddie with what she hoped were puppy-dog eyes.

"Oh no," Eddie joked before looking at Y/n.

"It's nothing crazy, Eds! I just need you to run to Family Video, I forgot to grab the movie but it's already put on hold under my name. Steve or Robin can grab it for you, I'm pretty sure I paid for it too!"

"Why are we not just watching what we already have here?"

"We are not going to sit around and watch those slasher films for the 100th time. This is important, please?"

"Okay," Eddie sighed, before stepping forward to wrap his arms around her and mumbling into her hair. "Yeah, I'll go to Family Video, are you coming with me?"

"No, I have to do a few more things around here to get ready," She responded ominously before pushing Eddie out the door, his shoes in his hands.

As soon as Eddie was out of the trailer, Y/n got to work pre-heating the oven and opening the premade cookie dough to place on a cookie sheet. If there was one thing she noticed after being friends with Eddie for the last three years and longing for more than friendship for the last two, Eddie deserved to be showered with love. He deserved to be showered with love and kindness, especially during the coming holidays, in a way that Wayne could not provide him with. Y/n loved Wayne. He was always so kind and welcoming to her every time she was over but there was no denying that he could not give Eddie everything (even though he tried). Y/n wanted to help change that.

The week before, Y/n had hidden some Christmas lights and three Christmas mugs (that she was going to gift to her favorite Munson men) in a box behind the trailer. As soon as the cookies went into the oven, Y/n grabbed the lights and got to work. The worn couch that Wayne often slept on became the inspiration behind Y/n's plan. She grabbed the kitchen chairs, bringing them into the living room, and then grabbed two king-sized blankets from the linen closet in the hallway. After draping the blankets across the chairs and up to the couch while sitting on the floor. The lights illuminated the blanket shelter but opened up at the front so they could see they would be able to see the TV. It was a perfect oasis. Once Y/n was content with the fort, she moved on to the last part of her plan. Hot Cocoa. Once the pot was placed on the stovetop, Y/n grabbed the heavy cream and chocolate bar and started to slowly melt the two together. As the cocoa started to come to a boil, she heard the undeniable sound of Eddie’s van pulling up into the drive.

“Babe, why did you reserve Miracle on 34th Street it’s barely even the Christmas--“

“Surprise,” Y/n whispered as she watched Eddie’s eyes widen in surprise.

"What is all of this?"

“It most definitely is the Christmas season and I wanted to start the festivities with you,” Y/n said before smiling. “Wait, there’s one more thing!”

She rushed into the kitchen, taking the cookies out of the oven and grabbing the mugs for cocoa. “If I’m overstepping, please let me know,” She whispered, unsure of what to do with Eddie’s silence.

“What? No, Y/n. What? This is incredible. You made hot cocoa too? Cookies!?” He could not believe it.

“I figured since it’s December 1st, there is no better time to introduce you to my favorite holiday tradition than now. We skipped most of our movie nights last December and I respected that but I don’t want to do that again this year. If you and Wayne will have me, I want to make this your most Christmassy Christmas yet!”

“I would love that,” Eddie said as he smiled at the girl across the room from him. “Can I try some of that cocoa with those cookies now?”

"Of course you can!"

After settling in with a few cookies and their mugs of cocoa, Y/n led Eddie into the living room to show him the fort. “Get settled in there and I’ll put the movie in,” She said, smiling up at the curly-headed boy. Her excitement coming off in waves.

As they settled under the fort and opening credits began to play, Eddie pulled Y/n into his arms. “Thank you for this,” He mumbled into her hair.

“Of course Eddie,” Y/n responded, squeezing him tight. “You deserve all the good things.” “No, Y/n. I mean it. Thank you,” He said as he pulled away to look at her. “No one has ever cared about me this much or done anything this thoughtful for me. You’re my favorite person in the world.” “Eds, I mean it. You deserve all the great things this world has to offer. I’m sorry you’ve been dealt such a shitty hand but this,” She said, releasing her hands from around his waist to gesture to the twinkly lights surrounding them. “Is small in comparison to what you deserve.”

Eddie looked around, his eyes becoming watery at the gesture. “You’d do almost anything for the people you love, huh?” “No, but I would do almost anything for you.” “Baby,” Eddie whispered, turning to look at the girl beside him. He could not believe what he was hearing. “Are you saying-“ “I love--“ “No, you don’t get to say it to me first,” Eddie said, putting his finger to her lips. “I’ve loved you since your first day at school. I was willing to accept whatever you wanted to give me because our friendship is the most important thing to me. But I can’t settle for just friends anymore. Not when you make it so easy to love you with your giant ass heart and your life-changing hot cocoa.”

Y/n giggled, tears forming in her eyes. “Eddie, I’ve loved you forever too. God, knows I have. I’m pretty sure Wayne and Nancy have a bet going over which one of us was going to cave first.” “I hope it was Wayne,” Eddie mumbled. “It was definitely Nancy, Wayne thought you’d chicken out,” Y/n laughed as she hugged Eddie again. “Look at me, pretty girl,” Eddie whispered, releasing his hold on her. “What?” Y/n questioned as she looked at the brown-eyed boy before her. “I need to kiss you, okay?” Eddie said, his hands coming up to hold her cheeks. “I think I need to kiss you more than I need to breathe.”

“Well I’d hate to see you go,” Y/n giggled, her hands wrapping around his wrists. “Kiss me then, Munson.” Eddie wasted no time in bringing his mouth to hers. Y/n could sense the urgency in the kiss, it felt as though every wasted moment up until this point, was trying to erupt between the pair. Y/n groaned as Eddie’s tongue swiped across her bottom lip, asking for access. Y/n reached up, grabbing Eddie’s curls to tug him closer to her as their tongues began to explore each other. Too engrossed in learning each other, they did not hear Wayne walk in. As he slammed the door behind him, Eddie and Y/n broke apart, before looking up at Wayne sheepishly from underneath the fort. “Well it’s about damn time,” Wayne grumbled. “Sweetheart, who said it first?”

“Uh, Eddie cut me off so he could say it first,” Y/n said, her cheeks turning pink. “Damn it, I guess I owe Nancy $10.” “I can’t believe you bet against me, old man!” “I can, my love,” Y/n said, before kissing Eddie’s cheek. “Wayne, can I heat you up some cocoa? I brought a mug special for you!” “Now what kind of man would I be to say no to that?” Wayne asked. Y/n got up before winking at a blushing Eddie. “Would you like to watch Miracle on 34th Street with us too? We just started the movie, I don’t think you’ve missed much?” “That’s okay sweetheart. I appreciate the offer but I’ll probably leave you lovebirds to it. I’m going to get a drink or two with some guys at work. Can you make sure the couch is ready for me when I get back?”

“Absolutely,” Eddie said, finally speaking up. “I’ll take this with me for the road,” Wayne said, grabbing his new Christmas mug and pressing a kiss to Y/n’s head. “I love the mug, I can’t wait to add it to the collection.” “I’m glad you like it. We will make sure the living room is cleaned up by the time you get back,” Y/n assured Wayne before he nodded and left the trailer. “Finally he’s gone,” Eddie grumbled, pulling Y/n down on top of him. “Does this mean you’re finally my girl?” “I don’t know, are you asking me to be your girlfriend right now, Eddie?” “Yeah, will you be my girlfriend, Y/n?” “I’d love nothing more,” Y/n mumbled before leaning forward to press her lips against Eddie’s. Before she could let Eddie take it any further, she jumped up. “You’re on clean-up duty! I’ll be waiting for you in your room whenever you’re done. I love you, Eds!” Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but look up at the girl who made a pillow fort for him. “I bet I can finish this in less than two minutes!” “Hah, that’s what she said!” Y/n yelled from the bedroom before laughing maniacally. “Keep talking your shit, baby,” Eddie grumbled, running around the living room of the trailer.

A/N: I know it's been a minute since I've written anything so I welcome any positive advice or critique! Any negative or hateful responses will be blocked because I do not have to put up with hateful or mean people. <3

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x afab!reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #domestic december #comp-lady domestic december #fckinwild kiwi writing #fckinwild kiwi

[my-name-is-bunnyfoxy]

Some thoughts I have about Noggin

He's been on my mind for a while, especially when I remember my original thoughts on him and just how the show ended up subverting my expectations for this character.

What were my first thoughts on Noggin? When I first saw the trailer where I got to saw him for the first time, I thought he was actually pretty adorable. My main assumption was that he was probably gonna be a crazy and loopy gremlin like Daffy due to similar design and possible similar behavior. Which led me to the idea that he was gonna be a reincarnation (I would have headcannoned he then became blender gremlin and eventually Daffy) later down the line. Which I would have really liked.

Then finally, the series came out and after some months of delay, I finally got around to watching the show. He basically acted like what I basically assumed. Though this time he was more rather dumb then crazy in my opinion. I thought he was just gonna be that. That's all. But then, never squeeze a fox came in and I was actually surprised when he started talking. I thought he honestly just died in the previous episode and then would just come back like that and act like nothing happened, but no.

The creators actually ended up making me be surprised by that, and then came the ring he wears that is immune to any sort of magic. I actually got pretty excited when he began talking and I really was curious to see more of him. I ended up loving Noggin a lot more. Instead of being just a simple gremlin with a simple backstory, the creators did something else.

Noggin ended up getting so much more personality. At first he was a dumb, slimmy, feral, idiotic and weird gremlin, but then he became intelligent, very educated, mature and even a literal emotional and mental manipulator and somewhat of a gaslighter judging by what him and the others did to Riley, taking advantage of his trauma and when he is at his most vulnerable. He is cunning and also an asshole. However though, he still keeps his feral side and acts very hostile and aggressive. As he did pretty much kill a guy and also the chickens.

Speaking of chickens, I was genuinely shocked how he was the last to survive. The creators genuinely ended up making me dumb and made me forget that because of his newfound ring, he is immune to any sort of magic, including the clay knife of creation. I actually did before watching this episode read on the wiki he is the last to survive, which I genuinely thought was just him by accident surviving and then at the end he just dies by yet again another accident. But nope. Nope. Now he is set to be the season 2 villain which I'm looking forward to.

I genuinely love Noggin and how much development he went thru and how they put me thru a whole ton of shock I wasn't expecting at all. Love Noggin, my 2nd favorite gremlin, total chad, let's see if he dies in season 2 lol

#Also I figured out how to make gifs YAAY #gremlins #gremlins secrets of the mogwai #gremlins noggin #character analysis #rant #bunny talks #foxy talks #bunnyfoxy talks #gremlins fandom #gremlins rant #gremlins analysis

[kairoewrites]

Part two.

Major trigger warning: mentions of r@pe and parental abuse.

You've been driving yourself crazy, the idea of Eddie has been playing on your mind for about a week now. You constantly see him hanging out with the people from hellfire but haven't had the courage to talk to any of them since. You hated this, the idea of not being able to be near him. It wasn't like you couldn't it was more of a fight or flight response and you're body chose to run. There was this ache for his touch and you couldn't shake it, it felt like you would die if you didn't get it. But you couldn't... you couldn't be one of those people. 

"Hey Y/N, what's up man?" Steve 'the hair' Harrington was behind you. he's always been a prick to you ever since that Byers family moved you've been his new target. "what's the matter? someone screw that mouth a bit too much?" He shoved you making you turn around and then it was almost like something clicked "it was that Eddie freak wasn't it? I always knew you were a fag"

"just leave me alone, I'm not in the mood today"

"what are you gonna do, tell your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend" Steve turns around and sees a fist breaking his nose. It took you a moment to process what you just saw, seeing Eddie 'the freak' Munson breaking Steve 'the hair' Harrington's nose was a sight you thought you would never see.

The day went pretty slow after that. You skipped your last two classes and walked until you felt satisfied, you ended up being somewhere unfamiliar to you. You walked a bit further until you saw a lake, it was the one and only 'lovers lake'. You stayed there for a while watching as the wind you move the water around on it's own accord, you had no idea why but you loved being around lakes. They helped clear your mind, you only ever go to the one closest to your house. A moment of clarity hit you and you decided to walk yourself to where he lived. It took you about half an hour but you finally made it to the trailer park 'surely he would be here, right?'  You knocked on the door but to your surprise an older man answered the door.

"What do you want, boy?" 

"hey, sir, I was looking for Eddie. Is he here?"

"sorry kid, you got the wrong place. His place is about three vans down to the left."

"Oh, okay. Sorry for disturbing your day, sir"

You slowly made your way down, you were going through what you were going to say to him. You knew the point you wanted to get across but you didn't know how you were going to say it. You knocked again this time Eddie answered, his hair was all messy and he looked extremely stoned.

"Oh.. hey Y/N. What do want?" it was almost like he was trying to fix his hair because of the way he was playing with it.

"Uh yeah... I was hoping to talk to you about something?" you felt like you were disturbing him so you continued "but if your busy we can wait for another time"

"no, no, no. You're coming inside, I have to know what was so important you had to walk here"

You made your way inside, the caravan had the stench of weed and tobacco and you could also smell coffee over all the intense smells filling your nose.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Eddie asked putting a cigarette in his mouth.

"Uh I kinda wanted to talk about the other night? maybe? I just wanted to explain why I left and kinda just what happened?" Eddies face softened "or not I can leave" You felt your heart rate speed up, you had to talk to him. no, you needed  to talk to him.

"Sure just give me a couple of minutes to sober up some more" 

So you did what he requested and waited, he must over had quite the tolerance because he was pretty much back to normal in no time.

"come sit, stop being so tense. It's making me feel weird" You just let out a small laugh, how could you not be tense, you were about to tell this man, a man you hardly know why you couldn't be you.

"So before I start I know that none of these are excuses for how I've treated you the past week but I just wanted to clear the air by explaining why what happened, happened? if that makes sense?" You already came to terms with the idea that you were going to turn into a disaster but you needed to tell him.

"wait you mean that thing at hellfire? that's forever ago man just-"

"Please Eddie? let me tell you, it's important"

"The floors yours"

You prepared for the fact that you were about to dump all of this shit onto this man that you hardly knew. You were praying that he could still look at you after this.

"When I was younger like middle school age my dad found it weird that I never talked about girls, never really looked at them either. I would lock myself in my room and just learn whatever I could on my guitar or go out and learn new tricks on my skateboard, it was funny because the only thing my dad had to worry about was how bad I was gonna look when I got home... it was shocking, sometimes I would leave the skate park with sores so deep it would freak out all high schoolers out." Eddie was narrowing his eyes and tilting his head, it was like he was trying to make sense of where you were going with this.

"What does this-"

"please" You pleaded. He shrugged giving you the signal to continue.

"There was this boy. Jakk, that was his name. People always made fun of him because of the way it was spelt. He was a huge skater, so I would always see him at the skate park. We were best friends, he always came over and my dad loved him, it was almost like he would treat him as a son and treat me as baggage that he had to carry around. Anyway, one day when Jakk came over we were in my room and I tripped and our lips crashed together, it was an accident. I preached. I preached to my father that it was an accident. But... he walked in at the wrong time and wasn't believing a word coming out of my mouth. So to save you a lot of tears and screams, my dad... my dad molested me. He was 'fucking the fag away'  that was what he called it. His words were, 'since you claim to like dick so much, I'll just have to fuck it out of you'  I actually never said that I did but I guess parents just know, right? So to get to the point of this dump of information you didn't need to know, when we kissed the other night... I didn't hate it, I wanted nothing more then to kiss you back. But, I couldn't. I heard my dads voice in the back of my head and it was like... it was like he was there, watching us and the minute I turn around, he's going to be there and he's going to do it again and again and again, until one day I can't take it anymore and I just give in and... and I can't do that. I can't tolerate going through that and I refuse to go through thinking that something bad is going to happen because... because I like boys " 

Eddie was eyeing you, it made you feel judged. Ridiculed. All you wanted to do was walk out. So that is exactly what you went to do, you got up and made your way to the door until your felt his hand grab your wrist.

"Y/N... it's my turn now. please sit down, I wanna say something" you did what he asked. You weren't sure why, if it was because you actually wanted to see what he had to say or whether you just wanted any sort of excuse not to leave. Either way you sat down and waited, you waited for that hole you just dug yourself to collapse.

"Now look man, I have no idea what it's like to go through that and it's really fucked up that you had to go through something like that. But if this was your way of listing reasons why me and you can't happen... that's a bunch of bullshit" you narrowed your eyes unsure about where he was taking this. "I don't care about what your dad did to you or about this Jakk guy, I couldn't care less about how you reacted after we kissed, even if you would've jumped in my arms and we spun around like ballerinas. If you aren't ready that's fine, I can wait. I don't want you to feel like you have to speed things up because of me, that's not the case at all and I want you to know that I want you for you, who you are now, not who you will be, not for who you have been, for who you are now in this very moment, even with tears streaming down your face." Eddie reached his hands up to clear your tears, you flinched but he continued. His rings felt cold on your soft skin. Every fibre in your being was telling you not to but you were giving in, giving into his touch, his smell, everything about him was making you question everything you tried to hide. While Eddie was wiping your tears away he looked at you, he looked at you before but this time was different it was like he was trying to make a decision. He moved one of his hands down and moved his other hand down to your neck.

"Can I kiss you?" You didn't answer, it took you a second to think. Were you really about to kiss a boy? like really kiss a boy. This was a new experience for you and you weren't sure if you wanted to kiss him but you slowly moved your hand up to his neck and leaned in, within seconds your lips touch and instead of fighting the feeling, you give in. You move your other hand from your lap to his hair and it didn't take very long for your other hand to follow to same action. While your hands were in his hair both of Eddie's hands made their way to your waist, pulling you in. This action shocked you so for pulled on his hair causing him to groan, this reaction made you smirk. That feeling in your stomach came back but instead of it making you pull away, this pulled you deeper into a trance. It was almost like you were in a different universe. You got off and went to straddle him taking off your coat, lips reconnecting when you made your way back onto him. This were getting fast and heated, you weren't ready for this part and pulled away. both of you red and messy, you both looked at each other for what seemed like forever. You loved looking at him. His face was so perfect. His hair was everywhere, his lips were slightly swollen, his cheeks where extremely red and he was staring at you with such puppy dog eyes, it was like they were saying 'please do that again'  

"You're staring" Eddie interrupted your thoughts, smiling.

"I know" 

Neither of you were willing to look away. It was almost like you were afraid that if one of you were to look away this moment, this unique moment would be gone and neither of you were willing to let that go.

"Look man" Eddie stated. "It's already like 5 in the afternoon, did you just wanna stay the night?"

This offer shocked you. You wanted to say yes but were nervous to even consider the idea.

"Where would I even sleep?"

"where ever you want, this couch is pretty comfy or you could sleep with me?" that statement made it feel like something was in your throat, you wanted to sleep in his bed with him but the couch might be the better option. Eddie took the silence as a way of say that you wanted to take the couch and so he stood up and directed to where the blankets and pillows were and he started walking to his room.

"Wait!" Eddie turned around and he had a weird look on his face. Like he was confused or something.

"With you... I want to sleep with you" a smile appeared on his face, it was like goofy little smile that he does. God you loved that smile.

"Well come on then you nervous sucker" with that you followed him into the room and got into bed with him, it felt better than what the couch did. The mattress was thin and small but you swore that it was the most comfy thing you had ever slept on. Within a couple of minutes Eddie could hear you snoring, he didn't mind. He loved the idea that you were comfortable enough with him to sleep that quickly, a smile appeared on his face as he also tried to fall asleep. You two had finally fell asleep in each others arms. Eddie doesn't know this but you found it, you found the place that you belong, you found your home.  

#stranger things #st4 #eddie x male reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #steve stranger things

[darknight3904]

Sober - Eddie Munson

Chapter 8- Party

Masterlist

"Steve you're being absolutely crazy!" Marguerite exclaimed

"I am not. I'm being perfectly reasonable. You shouldn't be spending this much time with Munson." Steve shook his head

"All he did was ask if I would go to a New Years party with him." Marguerite sighed

"Yeah Steve it's not like he asked for her hand in marriage. Besides he's probably just dealing at the party and wants some company." Robin says

"Robin who's side are you on?" Steve asked

"Well one of us deserves a fun love story. I'm clearly hopeless, you're you, so why can't Marguerite get her own fun story with Eddie?" Robin asked

"Wait what do you mean by saying 'you're you'? I'm perfectly eligible!" Steve defended

"Steve when's the last time you went on a serious date?" Marguerite asked

"Recently! Just ask Henderson he said that she's totally into me." Steve crossed his arms proudly

"Steve I'm not taking a 15 year old boys advice on dating." Marguerite said

"Whatever. We're getting off topic. Marguerite I forbid you to go to that party with Munson. You hear me? It's totally off the table. Don't even think about it!" Steve exclaimed 

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What do you even wear to a New Years Eve party? Marguerite had said about every swear word in the book as she dug through her closet. She had put on at least 25 different outfits but nothing felt right.

"It's almost 8!" Max yelled from the other side of the door

"I'm almost ready!" Marguerite lied

Maybe she should just try to match how Eddie dressed. After all, he's the one who asked her in the first place.

Marguerite slipped into a pair of tight jeans and Doc Martens. Her final touches were a deep red shirt and Billy's leather jacket. Marguerite swore it still smelled like his shitty cologne.

Just as she was doing the finishing touches to her makeup, the doorbell sounded.

"Lady Hargrove I am honored to...wow" Eddie stood in the middle of the trailer with Max sitting behind him on the sofa

"Stop staring at me like that perv." Marguerite said

"You look great, Maggie." Eddie complimented

"Whatever." She said looking down

Her face was burning red from his stare. She hadn't felt this way since Steve had taken her stargazing on that hill Dustin called Weathertop.

"I'm deadly serious." Eddie laughed as they climbed into the car.

"I'll be back before 2!" Marguerite yelled at Max who slammed the door to their trailer ignoring her sister.

The party had a lot more people that Marguerite had expected. Her and Eddie parked about a block away and walked down to the house where the loud music was blasting.

"I'm gonna be dealing for the first like hour. Then we can dance or drink or leave. Whatever you want to do." Eddie said as they entered

Marguerite nodded as they separated. Eddie went and found some corner in the living room with his little black lunch box and Marguerite wondered into the kitchen where the refreshments were.

Time passed and Marguerite had downed at least 8 cups of the mystery punch that had been put out. She was dipping her cup into the bowl ready for a 9th when a ring clad hand wrapped around her own.

"How many is that?" Eddie asked

"Number 2. Let me go." Marguerite groaned dipping her cup into the punch.

"I think you're done. Let's go home and watch a movie or something." Eddie said pulling the cup from her hands.

"M' not done." Marguerite whined

"Yes you are, Marguerite." Eddie insisted

"Why are you calling me that?" She groaned

"Calling you that? What you mean your name? You told me to call you that." Eddie sighed pinching the bridge of his nose

"But you're supposed to be calling me Maggie." She said

"Ok ok...Maggie let's get going." Eddie said

"Why? Let's dance Eddie!" Maggie laughed and pulled the boy towards the crowd of sweaty bodies

Maggie and Eddie danced and Eddie found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the girl. Maybe it was the loud buzz of people talking combined with the music or maybe the joint he had smoked before leaving was kicking in. Marguerite Hargrove had never looked more beautiful to Eddie Munson as she danced with him.

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[corujalesbica]

After the nightmare

It was a cold Friday night when Eddie left his trailer to go to Wheeler's house. Yeah , he was late to the end of the campaign, but he could deal with the little shits complaints later. In the moment , he was smoking a cigarette , wondering if nights like this were truly real. Quiet was uncommon for him. There was always a party to sell drugs at , some rock to listen too or a D&D game to play. It wasn't bad , it was just... different. 

   By the time he got there , Dustin and Lucas were already arguing while Mike talked to his girlfriend. The new kid , Will Byers , was drawing something. He had never been to the Wheler's basement , mainly because his parents wouldn't approve of a guy like him there , but they were out of town for the weekend with their youngest kid. And because the rest of the party wasn't coming, the teens insisted on the game being there. Eddie agreed , after all , it wouldn't be that bad to see everyone again. 

  It had been a few weeks since Mike's girlfriend aka super power girl defeated Vecna. He had talked about it with the other survivors. Even tried writing his fucking feelings down. At least in form of music. 'Cause shit. He was a survivor of something now. Sometimes he could see it all again at random. Like he would just be walking and it was like the world went dark and he could see blood. But the nightmares were always worse. So real. And so , so fucking scary. 

  It was weirdly nice though , to know that other people  would always understand what happened like he did , and be there for him. Sice it all happened , they got together a lot of times To support each other , to cry and to laugh. He felt... cared about. And he always loved to see Harrington. 

  It was no secret that Eddie was the towns weirdo. Would it be so crazy to add queer to the long list of reasons why people didn't like him ? I mean , not that they knew. Even for him that was too dangerous. He usually had crushes on girls and boys that he kept for himself. It was just easier to be a lone wolf. And also more metal , he thought. 

  But Steve was somehow different. He was close in a way Eddie didn't quite understand. Caring like no other boy he'd met in his life. And so very fucking handsome. Ever since the beginning,  since he'd met the actual Steve Harrington and not the asshole everyone painted him as , Eddie had the urge to get to know him. To talk to Steve. To touch him. 

  When he entered the basement , it took people a few seconds to realize it. When they finally did , Dustin shouted : 

  _ Finally! If we were waiting any for you any longer, the Demorgogon would've gotten here first and killed us. 

  _ Haha, very funny , kid, joking about the monster that nearly killed you a dozen times. 

  _ Why are you late again , anyway ? _ Mike asked. 

  _ None of your business. You should be more worried about how your  characters are gonna defeat what I'm throwing at you today. 

  When he said that , they did share a worried look. But before anyone could say anything else , Eddie decided to ask : 

  _ Where are the grown ups ? I only see you brats here. 

  _ Nancy and Robin are in her room, Steve brought me here but he is upstairs watching TV or something. And Jonathan is outside smoking with Argyle. _ Dustin said, sitting down. 

  _ Well , well , well. Guess I'll go talk to my fellow babysitters while you guys set up the game. 

  Without waiting for a response, he went upstairs wondering how he didn't see Steve in the living room when he came in. 

  _ Hey Stevie. _ He nodded in his direction. 

  _ Hey , man.  

  The silence lasted for about two seconds. Then they started talking about Dustin and the gang , joking and complaining. Eddie loved interacting with him , because he always listened, no matter what they were talking about. People who did that were rare. 

  After some time chatting with him , he finally went back to the basement and six hours later , still not finished with the campaign, they called it quits for the night because Dustin fell asleep on top of Lucas. 

  Apparently they were all gonna spend the night there , and Eddie (a litle hurt for not being invited ) started mentally preparing for his walk back , since his uncle was with the car. But Steve offered him a ride since he was taking Robin anyways. It was past midnight and Eddie didn't wanna end up eaten by an upside down monster , not after all they went through to kill Vecna , so he took it. 

  Robin and Steve spent the whole time arguing with each other. They were so close they seemed like siblings which was kind of cool, Eddie guessed. He would join the conversation uninvited every now and then due to his lack os capability to shut up ever. 

  When they got to Robin's house , he was nearly falling asleep in the backseat of the car. 

  _ Hey , are you alright ? _ Steve looked at him worried. 

  _ I'm good , I'm good. Just not excited to go back to the trailer just so I can have nightmares and shit dude. 

  _ Oh _ He paused. _ I've been having lots of nightmares too. Maybe...

  _ Maybe what ? 

  _ Nevermind. 

  _ Don't you dare leave me curious , Harrington. I get enough of that trying to figure it out if Dustin's got a real girlfriend or not , babe. 

  _ Well , I was just thinking you know... Since you're alone , and I'm alone tonight and we both have been having bad nightmares why don't you stay at my place for the night ? 

  Eddie considered the offer. It wouldn't be bad to have company. The trailer was unusually quiet because his uncle was traveling. What the hell? A cute boy was inviting him to his house. Who was he to say no ? 

  _ Yeah , that doesn't sound bad. 

  _ Alright then. 

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    Steve tried to not say anything while he listened to Eddie rant about this new song a band had released or something. What was he doing ? What was fucking happening to him ? His heart was racing and he felt this weird kind of warm feeling when he thought about Eddie. It was almost like the feeling he had before, when looking at Nancy. But Nancy never looked at him the way Eddie did. He tried to take a deep breath. Steve though Eddie was a nice person , so he was just trying to protect this nice person from nightmares that he knew were terrible. Just that. Right ? 

  It was one a.m. when they got to his house. He unlocked the door and entered,  spreading his arms. 

  _ Welcome to the Harrington's home. _ He paused _ Or just one Harrington since my parents are never fucking here. 

  _ Not bad , not bad at all. Do you fancy people have anything to drink around here ? 

   _ Of course. 

  They drank their beers watching TV and chatting. He was still impressed at how natural it was interacting with Eddie. He always thought it would be awkward, but it never was. It was nice. But... Steve kind of wanted more. He was painfully aware of Eddie's hand lying beside him.  His voice cracked when he laughed, like he couldn't contain the joy. It was getting late, and Steve was tired. He was also tired of pretending his feelings weren't real , just because other people might not like them. Maybe it was time to do something. 

  So in a wave of courage, he turned to Eddie , leaned in and...

  _ Where are we gonna sleep ? I don't mind sleeping on the sofa, but I'm assuming you have a room. 

  _ Hum , yeah. I mean, yes, I do. _ Steve laid back again. _ Do you wanna.... Hum, go upstairs? 

  _ Sounds good to me.

  Steve was pissed with himself. What was he fucking thinking ?  He was just gonna kiss Eddie Munson ? And then what ? They couldn't date, could they ? He was something of a popular guy who found out he didn't have to be , and found people who loved him beyond that. And Eddie... Eddie was the outcast. The drug dealer , the rock and roll guy and according to pretty much everyone , a bad influence. 

  He was so much more than that, though.  When they talked , Steve could see how passionate he was about absolutely everything. It was almost beautiful to see him talk about what he loved. One day , Steve hoped he would talk about him that way, too. And the way Eddie was himself so much and showed it ? Like to not be who he was would hurt him way more than the bigoted townsfolk ever could. Steve was fascinated by that and even envied it a little. 

  They sat on his bed , now both in this awkward silence. 

  _ So...

  _ So... Do you have a spare mattress I can sleep in ? Or maybe a guest room since this place is so fucking huge ? 

  _ Hum , yeah, actually, I have both. But hum... 

  _ Sad you can't use the "there's only one bed" thing to sleep near my amazing self , Harrington? 

  Actually he was. 

  _ I just thought we both would have fewer nightmares if we slept in my bed. You know , knowing someone's there and all that shit. But whatever, man. 

  _ No , no , no. _ Eddie said , his eyes widening like he was surprise with the answer _ I would be very much pleased to sleep near your majesty , Steve Harrington, King of Hawkin's High. I think he is kind of cool, and not that much of an asshole. 

  _ Is that so ? _ Steve responded, smirking . Then maybe I should say that Eddie Munson, the Hawkin's High one and only freak , is kind of a cool person, too. Is he a weirdo? Oh yeah , but that's what makes him cool. 

  Eddie paused at that , like no one had ever told him that he was cool (which was probably not true since his D&D party adored him so much) and all of a sudden, the room was warmer and Steve felt electricity running through his veins. Probably 'Cause Eddie freaking Munson grabbed his shirt and kissed him. 

  It was obviously an impulsive decision, but by the time Eddie could've stopped to think about that, Steve was kissing him back. Eddies hands on his shoulder and his on Eddies hips. He thought he could stay the rest of his life like that. And he was so glad Eddie kissed him , when he had the courage to fight monsters but not to kiss his a guy. 

  There was no super romantic declaration or conversation about it at that moment. They were too tired , besides , they understood each other like others couldn't. They knew. So they fell asleep in Steves bed. Yes it was a cold night after a devastating adventure. But they were warm under the blankets , hugging, and while they had each other, things would be at least ok.

   While Steve had Eddie's smile and passion around him and Eddie had Steves caring and brave personality near him, they would make it day by day. Apart from the fact that they didn't know one another for that long, their love was as unstoppable as it was unpredictable and would burn for as long as the stars in the Hawkin's night sky would shine. 

_ By Robin to @tragedy-at-its-peak , love you tons

#steddie fanfic #steddie #tragedy at its peak #also not my finest work but it was made with all the love i have for my bestie and then some #ill review it when i can and probably change some parts but for now thats kinda it cause im caught up on other stories

[safyresky]

Ok, this is gonna sound dumb, but how does one get motivation to write? Like, I have characters, scenes, etc planned out in my head, but I'm always stuck on how to start out. I was wondering if you had any tips on going about that? Do you have endings planned out first in mind, or just go with the flow? Any charts made, etc?

Oh no, not dumb at all! A very good question actually. Starting something is the hardest part, imo :). I think it's the question I see most people ask fellow writers.

Starting is hard! I totally understand. It took me YEARS before I finally posted, and that was because Rise of the Guardians was coming out and after watching the trailer I went "ah shit, people are gonna think I ripped Jacqueline off of Chris Pine Jack Frost. That's no bueno, better get this mofo OUT!" I am a notorious procrastinator and the thought of negative feedback actually renders me useless, so I needed a bit of a kick in the butt there 💀💀💀

I think it depends on the person, really. Everyone has a different thing that works for them! Some plan, some just go FUCK IT, WE BALL, and do just that! Here's my kind of. Idk if I'd CALL IT a system? Or a process? But here's what I do, and maybe it'll help you find what works for you?

So I don't really have the end planned right away. I don't usually have ANYTHING planned lol. Generally, most of the things I write start with a hazy concept or idea. For example:

Crystal Springs: What if Jack went through the same thing Zuko did in Book 3, since he thawed? What if someone had to reteach him how to find what powers his powers? Who would they be? How would that work? (this then proceeded to spiral out of control into CS as we know it today).

Frostmas: If Jack was Santa, who was Jack Frost? How did we get from the usual business to a THEME PARK?!?!

Sometimes they're srs like that, other times they're downright silly:

Frog Warning: Haha, I misspelled fog when telling the hubbers about the weather. That's some Crystal Springs ass shit. Jacqueline and Charlie are just minding their business when a frog comes bouncing down the street, the weather is FROG WARNING--oh. Oh, this could be fun!

Actually starting is the hard part, but here's my lil secret: I usually don't start things in order! If I have an idea, I'll go ahead and write it down--whether it be in hazy notes, or actually writing a rough kind of draft, I just get it down and go from there! It works for me for the most part, and then I usually go with the flow from there. Where does this scene fit? What happens before it?

This usually leads to the mess that is my onenote notebook for Crystal Springs, lol. Each story has a tab, and each page is usually a chapter, and I just launch into notes there and go absolutely crazy. Completely HAM. I don't worry about proper grammar or spelling, I just write what I think happens, and brainstorm from there! That's how I get gems like this:

Or like this (CS spoilers abound):

Where on the left is the outline, I suppose, of the work (Chapter 26 of CS I believe this is) and thoughts I have after reading them back go beside the section I thought them about!

Then after that, the actual writing part becomes a LOT easier: I have a sort of outline, and can just refer to it as I make it less messy notes, more actual story chapter. And then, a couple read throughs later, maybe some scene rewrites, and voila! I've got me a story >:)

Starting is hard. SO hard. You're so right, Anon! And before I get too ramble-y, here's my "advice", if you will (aka a tl;dr)

Everyone has something different that works for them, because everyone's writing styles are different. Here's what works for me:

Start wherever. Not at the beginning, not at the end. If a particular scene/part is on my mind, I get it down right away! You don't need to start at the beginning! :)

Get those ideas down! Write out the scene, the character, the idea, the plot point. Doesn't matter how: could be notes, could be writing the entire scene, could be a shitty doodle, just get it written down. Make it real! Put it on a page somewhere!

GET EXCITED ABOUT IT! Be your main cheerleader! give yourself the Fandom treatment and theorize about what happens next, what happens where, etc. And write anything that makes you go OH YO THAT'S GOOD down!

If something else crops up, don't be like "oh man, I gotta finish this scene, though, I can't jump into another thing". Jump into the other thing. Just write it down! Who knows? It may become part of your final story (this has happened to me often enough that I've lost count).

Once I've gotten the burning ideas down, it tends to grow from there. Sometimes going with the flow works very well (and it does for me, for the most part).

After that, I sort the ideas, place them where I picture them (beginning, middle, end), and write notes leading up to the scenes I've already got.

The notes then make it super easy to write the rest of the story, and suddenly I've got a 16k chapter and 20 more ideas to fill the other portions of the story!

So, yeah! Long post, sorry for your dashes, I can stick a readmore somewhere in here if everyone wants, but there's my process. The takeaway?

JUST WRITE! WHATEVER IDEA YOU HAVE, WHETHER IT'S BEGINNING, MIDDLE, OR END, WRITE IT DOWN! :D

Once you've got something, it's a lot easier to start. And when you just go with the flow, and write what you have in mind, it becomes fun, and worrying about starting? Not a problem anymore because holy shit am I having fun, and wow! I've got so much to go off of now! (Also I hate deadlines and self imposed goals, they only make me feel pressure and then the writing isn't fun anymore, it feels like a chore, or a project, or an essay, or a work task. I'm going to be a terrible profesh writer one of these days)

ANYWAY I have no idea if this is what you were looking for, or if this helps at ALL. I hope it does a little bit! I'd strongly encourage you to write the concepts you have in your head right now, and don't worry about putting it all together just yet. Go with the flow, have fun with it, and see where it takes you! :)

And, uh, if any of my other writer friends have any tips and tricks, @lmelodie and @kscribbs and @shittyelfwriter (if u take a breather from kingdoming those tears lol), feel free to add! :)

#long post #dani answers #anonymous #writing #writing advice #SORRY THIS IS SO RAMBLY? I had to really think #I was like hmm. How DO I start? #it can be very hard i will say #these are all things I've done to help get the ball moving #maybe something here will help you anon! #maybe someone else has tips and tricks for starting too! #i will book club this shit i s2g #and ty for asking! seeing someone ask me this??? had me feelin ALL SORTS OF FEELINGS #I was like. I am HONOURED #then immediately went oh no. i hope this does not disappoint #also sorry for all the WEATHER TYPOS #i have since fixed them. weather is on my mind today #frost warning in may lmao

[pbandjesse]

My allergies are making me feel very unwell right now. I'm hoping my meds start working soon because I took them over an hour ago and still nothing. I very much just want to sleep.

But there is much to talk about. Last night after I finished my post I made the mini cinnamon rolls and then jokingly got mad at James for moving the orange soda I left on the coffee table for two hours. Saying I was just coming back for it. And then we got into our off brand Lego flowers and sat down to watch the wedding video.

And I'll be honest, it starts alright. The b roll and shots around the monument are great. But the ceremony was framed weird and we are blocked by mics for a lot of it. And while the actual vows are filmed well, there is a lot of sound issues. And I would have liked to hear laughing from the audience more. I was glad the speeches were filmed. And I loved hearing the vows and speeches again. But I am just really disappointed in the quality of the video, the clips, the audio in parts, and the weird song choices. For some reason after the ceremony the rest is dubbed over with Rihanna. Even our first dance. I don't know why you would pick the song we actually danced to. And then it just ends with the final shot being two guests dancing that are Anne and Tucker's friends. No outro or anything. And I was just kind of bummed. I'm trying to not be upset, and I'm not falling apart like I was with the trailer. But it's not good. And I'm disappointed. In the video but also in our friend. Like we paid them more then any other vender outside of the venue and food. And it took 9 months. And it's just. Rushed at the end and not anything like I wanted. And it's just really disappointing. I am hoping James can talk to Brandon and maybe get the raw footage. Maybe I can make something closer to what I wanted. I don't really know much of editing but James does and maybe we can do something together.

We would go to bed pretty late. And neither of us really slept well. My neck hurt again when I woke up. Thankfully not as much as last week but still not good. I decided I was buying us new pillows today. Maybe that would help fix it.

When I woke up James was making me an omelet in the other room. Which was very sweet and would be a very good breakfast when I got to camp.

I got dressed and felt pretty good. My hair was kind of driving me crazy today but it was whatever. I really would like to dye it. Maybe this weekend when James is away that can be an activity for me.

But the day would be a nice one. I had a good walk this morning. Chatted with Bonnie and pet her dog Buddy. Went to see Ty and feed the goats an apple. I sat and talked with him for a while. He filled me in on petty drama and nonsense form the weekend. It was good to talk to him.

But I had to go and do my actual job. When I had gotten to work I knew the back was going to be messed up from color wars again. So I didn't go back right away and did everything else I needed to do before going and seeing what was up. And it was a mess. Materials wrecked and trash everywhere. I was very upset and felt pretty disrespected but it also just hurt my feelings. So I told the group chat just that. And reiterated that we should be leaving spaces better then we found them. It is just really frustrating.

I would get everything fixed though and after Mannie came up to see if he could help but he was to late for that. I still appreciated him asking. No one else did.

I started heading to the office and Annabelle would drive us down in the gator. Which is finally fixed. And I reminded Heather I would have to leave early next Monday. Made sure it's on the calendar. And went back to my building to wait for my group.

Who was late. All my overnights were late today. But it was fine. I was nervous about this. But everyone who loved it and it actually worked really well. A couple minutes after my first overnight came my new YLP, Anton, team and he's so good. I am almost convinced that he's Tatiana's boyfriend. But he has not said so so I will not say anything until he does. But he's very helpful. He does really want to be in the hammock which I understand and I told him he can when we don't have groups but I have him in charge of the hot glue gun station and so far no one has gotten hurt so that's good. And the kids are so creative with their puppets and that's just amazing to see.

The first two groups were girls and they made themselves and their animals and their friends and soccer players and it was just a lot of fun. And because they were so into the work I got to just sit to the side and watch them and give advice but also work on my knitting. All 144 squares are done and I'm starting to sew them together. I have five rows completed. I am making great time.

Lunch came pretty quickly and I wasn't going to go down. I had Left some of my omelette because I wasn't sure if lunch would be any good. But then Celia let me know that it was spaghetti so I would head down and got the biggest bowl possible for some reason. But it was still good. I didn't eat it all but it was a nice pass to even if the sauce was a little boring. I wish that there had been bread. But that's okay.

The afternoon groups also did a really good job. The first day camp group was a little more cautious about the hot glue but still seem to have a really good time and Anton did a really excellent job with them. He has a very good energy for the kids. He's 16 and he was trying his best and I really appreciate that.

Then we had our little break and I would lay outside and he laid inside and then we had bontkirchen.

And they did fine. They did string bracelets and two of them did metal casting. And I really only had a problem with one child who was also their last week wasting paint again. Because even though I told him please only pour as you go she keeps making entire pallets with all the colors and then only using like two of them and wasting all that pain it's so annoying. Stop wasting my paint! I keep telling you I don't have that much. So I had to talk to her counselor because her counselor also wanted to paint and I was like could you just share paint with her please. And that helped make me feel a little bit better about it. But then afterwards I leaned on the painted wood that the counselor made and got paid on my new dress. And it's fine I'm going to get paint on my clothing but it was just like seriously. Another thing I have to deal with with paint???!!

But I got over it pretty fast. We had our last day camp group and they were excellent. I really love day camp 10 and Trista is such a good counselor and really I just enjoy sitting and talking to her. And I really enjoyed sitting and talking to the kids as well. This was a solid group and I had a lot of fun with them.

For the last like 10-15 minutes of that hour I went inside to examine some things that Alicia, one of the counselors who was doing the Camp award and needed a service hour, sorting for me. One of my under cabinets is absolutely filed with plaster slip molds. And I have never taken them out or looked at them. And so she took them out and cataloged what they were and that was amazing. I chose half of them I thought we could reasonably do. Some are form the 1960s! And we, we being me, Anton, Alicia, and Louisa, would experiment with mixing plaster and using rubber bands to hold the molds. We ended duo with a radish, a ball, and a piece of corn. And I'm thrilled. This is going to be so much fun. I have no idea what I will do with them but ime excited to see what we can make.

We would clean up pretty fast. And I would spend a few minutes showing Louisa how to sew a whip stitch. And then I said goodbye to everyone.

I finished putting some stuff away while I talked to Louisa about how pillows are to expensive and then it was time to go.

I was not in a rush at all. And didn't mind waiting for Dachelle in the gator to give out snacks to the day campers by the pool. Even if I couldn't convince her to give me a rice krispie too.

Then I was heading to Marshalls. Where I found 4 pillows for less then what I had budgeted for two. And they are quoted and very soft. I got one thinner and one thicker for variety. I hope it helps my neck.

I also tried on some clothes. And got a black dress with a flattering front panel. It's like a corset triangle without the corset. Very pretty while still being really simple.

And then I went to pay. And found my wallet was not in my bag and I panicked.

The girl was really nice and made a note to hold the stuff for me. And I went to the car to see if it was there but no luck so I called James.

And they found it at home in my fanny pack. Which is the bag I used yesterday. I felt really stupid and upset with myself. But James talked me through adding my discover card to my Google wallet so I could pay with my phone. Which was really neat. I had to wait in line for a little but that was fine and I was able to pay. And then get rid of Google wallet form my phone because I don't want that. Feels unsafe. And then went home.

It took a while to get home. And I spilled lemonade on myself. So I was a little unhappy when I got back. But James was there. And sweetp was there. And things would be okay.

I took a quick shower and got changed and then we headed out. We were going to go to the brewery for dinner but they aren't open on Monday so to Michaels instead.

Where we go enough and only order one thing that the girl recognized us and was like. The usual? I've never had a usual before!!! So that was pretty cool. Though she gave me regular Pepsi instead of diet and James had to go ask her to swap it out and I felt bad. But the food was good and it was nice talking to my love and I felt good. I felt a lot better then I had.

After dinner James asked if I wanted ice cream but the line was to long and I didn't actually want ice cream I just wanted to spend time with them. So we didn't get any and went home instead.

When we got home we hung out. I laid in bed and enjoyed the new pillows. Eventually I would make more of the cinnamon rolls, called snail rolls, and when they were in the oven I asked James to watch them while I took a longer shower to hopefully help with the allergies that popped up when we got home.

And now we are in bed. Sweetp is here and seems to be in a much better mood. More cuddly. I am glad. I love him so much. And I love my James. And I hope we sleep better tonight.

Tomorrow I am hoping to feel good. Little to no neck pain. No wrist pain, which has subsided since I hit myself with the book but may be coming back, and I hope the weather is as nice as it was today.

I also hope to stay over. We might ride horses. And I am just looking forward to a good time. I hope you all have a good time too. Sleep well my friends. Goodnight