#katherine's fics ∘˚˳° ♡

[grrlsoft]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ save it for later : eddie munson

summary : when caught sleeping in class, you're sent to the first detention you've ever had in your high school career. little do you know, a certain metalhead will make your punishment just a bit more bearable.

pairing : Eddie Munson x gn!reader

author's note : cranking out these eddie fics at the speed of light oh my LORD my motivation to write for him is endless. anyway, meet cute with eddie type beat. if you're thinking of my fics as a series, this would technically be the beginning of it

song inspo is save it for later by the english beat :)

warnings : none! just eddie and reader being cute and silly.

this fic is spoiler free !!

a sudden rush of pain breaks you from a peaceful sleep as your head meets your hardwood desk with a loud smack. you groan as your sleepy eyes blink open, unaccustomed to the garish, fluorescent lighting of your english class. it's cold (Hawkins High is infamous for its poor heating) and you wish you could go back to sleep.

as you try and wake yourself up, you slowly start to realize how unusually silent everything is. no students are gossiping behind you, no papers rustling or loud chewing of gum. not even the teacher is speaking. 

this is also when you realize that the reason for this abnormal silence is because all the students in the class are staring at you. 

you raise your head fully (which you soon think to be a mistake), and your eyes meet the glare of your english teacher, Mrs. Bradley, her glasses poised just below her unamused stare. you flush suddenly, realizing what has happened. 

"well, (y/n), since you are so very clearly paying attention, would you mind telling us about a theme from The Great Gatsby?" she asks you, obviously setting you up for failure. you open and close your mouth like a fish out of water. 

"I-I don't really-" you attempt, but she cuts you off with a disappointed shake of her head, accompanied by a sigh. 

you sink into your chair as you feel your cheeks and the back of your neck burn with embarrassment, and the students around you chuckle. you wish to become one with the carpeted floor, you think to yourself, a little piece of lint, perhaps. 

you don't pay any more attention to the rest of the lecture as Mrs. Bradley directs her tyranny on other fellow classmates of yours, but you are soon freed from suffering as the bell rings. you collect your books and backpack and are only a few moments away from getting up out of your desk, but the vision of a bright pink paper being placed in front of you breaks your hopeful illusion of respite. 

you stare down at it and say nothing. you're eyes do not meet Mrs. Bradley's. 

"(y/n), this is the third time you've fallen asleep in class this semester," she states rather condescendingly, as if you don't already know. "I'm sorry, but this behavior will not be tolerated. you will be in Mr. Robinson's room for detention after school." 

you are silent and the only student left in the room. your don't dare to touch the detention slip, and Mrs. Bradley has to remind you to leave for lunch after you've sat idle for two whole minutes. 

you crumple it up and stuff it in your pocket as you stride down the hallway. you want to light it on fire, or maybe bury it in the forest behind the school, but you don't have a lighter, or know anyone with quick access to a shovel.

you sit in your spot underneath the bleachers in the empty Hawkins High gymnasium and think for a long while about everything that's happened. a part of you feels like dying, this being the first detention you've ever gotten in the history of, well, ever, and you're worried about what your mother will think. you plan on possibly leaving it unmentioned and seeing what happens (the Hawkins administration was known for rarely contacting parents). and besides, it wasn't your fault that you had been spending the last three months listening to records and watching MTV until four in the morning. you only had so long to be a teenager, and doing those things was far more important to you than Mrs. Bradley's english class.

but, that isn't to say that you don't care about your grades, because you do. you aren't a star student, probably not valedictorian material, but you'd like to think that you're decently smart. you don't want to flunk her class, no matter how boring it may be. 

you sigh and rest your head on the back of the bleachers. even if detention was only an hour long, you know that it's an hour of your life that you'll never get back. 

eventually, the end of the day comes around and the final bell feels more like it's laughing at you rather than allowing you to go home. you take your time walking to your locker, collecting all your belongings while also mentally preparing yourself for impending doom. who else would be in detention with you? surely all of the school delinquents, who you were not excited to see. you fully expected to leave school with gum stuck in your hair. 

you clutch your backpack tightly as you make your way to Mr. Robinson's room. the hallways are eerily empty, it being a wednesday afternoon where everyone has gone home already, and your heart jumps in your chest when your eyes land on the door to Mr. Robinson's room. 

you stand in front of the door for a long while, hand hovering over the doorknob as you remind yourself to take slow, deep breaths. it'll be fine, you tell yourself, it's just one detention. how bad could it be? 

you inhale sharply and open the door as quietly as possible. to your surprise, you are met with a very empty classroom, besides one person sitting at a desk in the middle of the room. 

you squint and you think that you recognize him. you've seen that head of frizzy hair before, and that ratty old baseball tee with the words "HELLFIRE CLUB" printed on it, but you aren't completely sure since there is a single piece of loose-leaf notebook paper draped across his face, obscuring his features from view. weird, you think to yourself, but okay. 

"oh, I see we have a newcomer," Mr. Robinson's words distract you from staring at the brown haired boy. you blink at him and say nothing, watching as his eyes scan the roster in his hands. "hmm, (y/n)?" 

you nod and his eyes look out at the room. you stifle a laugh at how the sunlight bounces off his bald head. he gestures to a seat next to the boy you had been staring at before. 

"how about you sit next to Mr. Munson. then I can keep an eye on you both," he suggests, and you follow his request. you cautiously walk over to the desk and sit down. the chair makes a loud creaking noise and you cringe.

Mr. Robinson relays some of the basic rules of detention (no talking, no doing homework, no reading, no drawing, no gum chewing, etc.) but you don't really hear him. you're too busy trying to come up with an excuse to tell your mother as to why you had gotten home late. 

you take a glance at the boy next to you and watch as he attempts to blow the piece of paper off of his face, emphasis on attempts. you bite back a smile as it slides off suddenly, revealing his face.

if Mr. Robinson's words didn't tell you enough, this definitely was the Eddie Munson. 

his features contort into an expression of annoyance as he looks at the paper that's now on the floor, until he locks eyes with you. you blush, startled by his sudden, curious gaze. he blinks at you, and then grins. it dazzles you momentarily.

"hi," he mouths. you tuck a piece of hair behind your hair and smile at him, not daring to reply. you're slightly frightened; you've heard the rumors about him.

but the longer you look at him for, he's more handsome than you thought. you have only seen him at a distance, from his frequent speeches from the tops of lunch tables in the cafeteria, but now you have come to realize how good-looking he truly was. his hair is messy and unkempt, rings adorning several of his fingers and multiple pins stuck haphazardly onto his denim vest; all giving him a very boyish, rough sort of look. 

but his eyes, oh, that changed everything. they're big and brown and beautiful, almost puppy-like. you're starting to think that he's the most adorable thing you've ever seen, as well as being just plain handsome.

you watch as he carefully picks the paper off of the floor, digging around in his pocket for a long moment. he pulls out a heavily chewed on pencil and scribbles something down on the page, then, as his large, brown eyes glance from you to Mr. Robinson, places it on your desk.

with shaking hands you take it, and Eddie watches you with a hopeful expression on his face. you look down at the paper. 

"hi," it reads in barely legible handwriting, "I'm Eddie." 

you smile a little and look over at him, and he sticks his tongue out at you. you roll your eyes and carefully pull out your own pencil, writing down your name. as discreetly as you can, you pass it back to the frizzy haired boy. his eyes scan it quickly and he writes down something else, sliding it over to you once again. 

"first time?" it reads. you write a quick yes, unfortunately and hand it back to him. he looks at you with a funny expression for a moment and then goes back to writing. you worry that Mr. Robinson will hear the sound of his pencil lead scratching against the paper. Eddie returns it to you.

"what are you in for?" it says. "destruction of property? vandalism? murder???" 

murder is underlined three times and you grin fondly while writing that you were being punished for sleeping in class.

Eddie takes the paper, scribbles something once again, and places it on your desk.

"quite the offense," he wrote. you look at him with a knowing gaze and write that you felt that Mrs. Bradley was just being as authoritarian as always. you also decide to add a little drawing of her, complete with her greasy, permed hair and bright red glasses.

you pass it back to Eddie and a wide smile breaks out onto his handsome face, clearly pleased with your drawing. he chuckles silently as you watch him think for a moment, pencil tapping against his desk, and he suddenly starts scribbling again. after a few long moments, he gives you back the paper without a sound. 

it doesn't say anything, but you notice that he's added little devil horns and a tail to your crude doodle. you laugh silently and draw her so she's clutching a pitchfork.

this exchange goes on for a few minutes, you and Eddie adding to your drawing. it gets worse and worse until you have to tell yourself to stop, unless you want to run the risk of bursting into laughter.

Eddie keeps looking at you and you keep looking at him. something about the way his eyes stare into your own makes your heart skip a beat. you don't think you've felt this way about anyone before. you aren't sure if this is your heart being excited at the possibility of making a friend, or something more.

but regardless, it would be good to make a friend. at least one.

instead of drawing anything else offensive, you write something down about how you've seen Eddie around before and ask for his class schedule, but he doesn't get very much time to read it before Mr. Robinson stands up suddenly. 

"Mr. Munson, what do you think you're doing?" he asks. Eddie's wide eyes shoot up to meet the bald man's gaze. he shrugs dumbly.

"writing lines, obviously," he says, putting his hand on his heart, "I promise to never ever threaten to punch Jason or any other imbecile- sorry I mean jock, even if they hit me in the back of the head with their stupid basketball and also rightfully deserve it." 

Mr. Robinson isn't pleased with his answer. "give the paper to me, please," he says as he holds out a hand. 

Eddie looks from him, to the paper, then to you. he raises his eyebrows in your direction flirtatiously and you wonder what is going on inside his head. his gaze is then drawn to the open window, and with seemingly all the force in his body, he crumples up the paper and throws it out the window. 

his eyes return to Mr. Robinson's astonished face and he smiles devilishly. 

"oops. my hand slipped." 

something that sounds like a snort leaves your mouth involuntarily. you cover your mouth with your hand and Mr. Robinson's head snaps to look at you. so does Eddie's.

"is something funny, (y/n)?" Mr. Robinson scowls.

"n-no sir. of course not," you shake your head profusely and he slowly sits down, covering his face with his hands. 

on instinct, you turn to face Eddie and find him already looking at you, grinning brightly. you return the smile with your own and watch as he leans back into his chair, his eyes wandering over your figure. he seems to be examining you. 

you flush and avert your gaze to the ground. you had never been in a situation like this before, where someone had seemingly taken so much interest in you. it leaves you a little dumbfounded. 

you and Eddie exchange frequent glances for the rest of the hour. he seems to have a bit of a staring problem, and maybe you do too. occasionally his foot slides over to your own and he pokes your leg with one of his white shoes. once Mr. Robinson's timer goes off, he dismisses the two of you with a long sigh. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, Eddie," he adds as the two of you are halfway out the door. Eddie shoots him finger guns and closes the door. 

"well that was fun," Eddie says, stopping in the middle of the hallway. it feels strange to be with him, just the two of you. you had never spoken to him prior to this moment. 

"you could say that…" you reply slowly. he starts walking and gestures to you to follow him. 

"sad I had to throw away that drawing of Mrs. Bradley," he looks at you expectantly. "you drew her perfectly. wanted to frame it."

chuckle and shake your head. "I hope nobody finds that. our names are on there."

"oh I wouldn't worry about it. nobody can read my handwriting anyway," he hums, "but you on the other hand..."

"geez, throwing me under the bus that quick, huh?" you scoff at his remark. he looks at you and smiles toothily.

"sure, since that means you'll probably get detention again."

it takes you a moment to process what he's saying and you blush when you finally understand. he stares at you with that charming smile and pretty eyes and your stomach can't help but fill with butterflies. you look at a row of lockers and fiddle with the sleeves of your sweater.

"so, first detention, huh?" he asks you, changing the subject. you nod. 

"yeah. I have no idea what I'm gonna tell my mom," you say, sighing. Eddie hums and shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. 

"well, it's not like you were in for anything bad," he says. he then spins around to stand in front of you. 

"oh, I got it!" he exclaims. "just tell her you were hanging out with me!" 

you pause at his words and cock your head to the side. 

"uh, yeah, that would work really well, actually," you reply, becoming more adjusted to the idea the more you think about it. although you would have to tell your mother you were hanging out with the school's resident metalhead and D&D maniac, at least she would know that you had made a friend. 

"see? I'm full of great ideas," Eddie smirks at you. 

"too bad those great ideas don't get you out of detention," you tease, and he feigns an expression of deep offense at your words. he clutches his chest and you laugh loudly, the noise bouncing off the walls of the hallway. Eddie's heart flutters at the sound. 

perhaps that detention you had gotten worked more in your favor than you initially thought.

#ok this ones kinda long i hope ppl enjoy that lolz #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #katherine's fics ∘˚˳° ♡

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[spyderlady]

Meet me in the pouring rain

(gif by cinmonzfy)

note: i always wanted to write a kate oneshot and since my peter fic did somewhat good, i had the confidence to finally do it so enjoy! <3

ꗃ pairing: kate bishop x fem!reader

ꗃ warnings: none, just my baby kate being fluffy <3

ꗃ word count: 1244

summary: kate has you waiting for her in the rain but when she shows up, she showers you with her love

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It was a gelid November evening, the sun was dim, hiding behind a blanket of dense, grey clouds. A chilly gust of wind mixed with bead-like droplets from the drizzle pierced through your skin.

"Gah!" you shivered. The coat you had on wasn't doing you any favours either. You shoved your hands deeper into the pockets, trying to find as little warmth as you could under these circumstances.

"Ugh," you groaned, uncomfortable. You disliked waiting on people, especially people who are late and at this moment, your raven haired girlfriend was late.

You tapped your feet against the wet concrete, impatient as nightfall approached. It was late fall in New York. The leaves were painted in bright shades of honey, saffron and cider. A cozy scent of pumpkin softly kissed your cheeks but then reality hit as the downpour picked up pace, louder and thicker with every passing second.

"God, Katherine!" you murmured, snuggling up under the tiny shed.

The streets had emptied by this time, the heavy downpour forcing people to opt for the indoors. You were waiting for Kate at your usual meeting spot behind Central Park. Kate begged that you walked home with her, everyday. She did not like leaving you alone, for the most part that is. 'The girlfriend of an Avenger must be accompanied by the Avenger at all times.' That's what she said, it was her logic. You didn't object either. You adored spending time with her, being involved in her shenanigans and what not. But this time, she was late. And it drove you crazy. Like the devil, the intrusive thoughts crept in, slowly. Was she okay? It was in character for Kate to be late but your meeting time was an hour ago. She was never this late. You quickly shuffled through your purse to find your phone and when you did, you were only left disappointed.

"No network? Are you serious? Damn it!" you sighed, shoving the little device back into your purse. It must be the weather messing with the signal.

Soon after, your moment was interrupted by loud footsteps, approaching towards you, swashing against the little puddles of water on the sidewalk. And then she turned around the corner and you finally saw her. Her dark, raven hair completely doused in water, tiny pearls of moisture adorned it. The grey trench coat she had on was drenched and water seeped from the hemline. Her sapphire eyes, a striking contrast with the surroundings, found your own. A tender smile, as if saying, 'I'm so so sorry' spread across her pale face. Your irritation had disappeared just by the sight of her. You were relieved, in fact.

Kate raised her hand a little to wave at you, a tiny gesture. The corners of your lips pulled up at that notion as you let out a sigh. 'Oh, Kate,' you thought. She quickly picked up on your expression and an exuberant smile followed as she quickly ran towards you.

"Hey," she said, out of breath, wiping the beads of moisture from her forehead. Her hand reached out for your forearm as her rough, archer thumb caressed your skin, lightly.

In your mind, you had already forgiven her for being late, but it was Kate, so teasing would only make sense. "You're la-"

"I'm late, I know," she cut you off, furrowing her brows and then continued. "And I promise, I can make it up to you," she said, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer which exposed you to the drizzle. You raised your eyebrows, which she picked up on quickly and added, "I swear."

"May I ask how exactly do you plan on doing that?" you softly whispered, looking up at her face.

"Well, first of all," she replied, leaning in, her warm breath kissed your cheeks before her lips found yours. Her hand reached up to cup your face, the rough surface of her palm was enough to comfort you the moment it came in contact with your skin. It was a familiar touch, even blindfolded, you'd know who those hands belonged to. You were very acquainted with them and they felt like home.

Her fingers tucked a lock of hair behind your ear as she leaned down, pressing her lips tenderly to yours.

You closed your eyes and slightly leaned upwards, standing on your toes which made you bump your nose onto hers. You breathed in gently, her scent sending you into pure euphoria. The fingers of her other hand drew tiny circles on the back of your waist. You placed your arms around her neck and locked them in. You didn't want to let go, not of her and neither of this delicate moment.

The kissing made you lightheaded. Both of you forgot that breathing was a necessity. Kate pulled apart then, a mellow smile on her lips appeared soon after. She giggled softly, the uneven skin of her thumb tracing the hollows under your eyes. After clearing her throat, she began speaking again.

"And secondly," she said, her hand reaching out for you as her long fingers gently intertwined with yours. "I'm making dinner," a subtle smirk appeared on her lips. She was quite smug making this statement.

"Katherine, do not tell me you were late because you were planning to cook dinner," you suppressed a laugh.

"Is it bad...is that bad? Now you're making it sound funny," she stammered and then bit her lower lip. Her pale cheeks were flushed, she was embarrassed.

"Oh, sweetheart," you whispered, giggling. Although you didn't want Kate to feel bad for her efforts, you did find her getting flustered, adorable. You gently exhaled before tiptoeing to nuzzle your nose onto hers. "Can't wait," you added.

"Are you mocking me?" she replied, narrowing her eyes as her lips formed into a pout.

"I'm not," you laughed and pecked her lips before pulling her onto the sidewalk as you started taking tiny strides.

"Oh, c'mon!" she exclaimed, running and closing up the small distance between you two.

You turned around to face her, still taking slow steps backwards. Kate's face was adorned with tiny crystals of dew. Her cheeks painted in a rosy hue. She panted, warm air leaving her pale pink lips. She truly was a sight for sore eyes.

You smirked and faced the other direction and started to run slowly.

"You're kidding me," she yelled but she was quick. She followed up and grabbed you by your waist. "Hah!"

You turned towards her and planted a kiss on her lips again but your soft moment under the rain was soon interrupted when Kate's leg slipped on a puddle underneath her feet. Her weight pulled you along with her as the two of you landed on the wet surface, mud splattering all over your clothes.

You looked at her, horrified and she returned the same expression but then you burst out laughing and so did she. She clutched her chest in pain. You crawled onto her lap and threw your arms around her. The sprinkling rain prevented Kate from looking straight up at you thus blinking continuously. You smiled at her, closing your eyes before touching your forehead to hers, sheltering her from the rainwater. And in this moment, nothing else mattered. What did matter was right in front of you, holding onto you as you held onto her.

"So what's for dinner?" you mumbled and the two of you burst out laughing, again.

#kate bishop #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x fem!reader #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop oneshot #kate bishop fluff #kate bishop fanfiction #hailee steinfeld #hawkeye #marvel

[gilly-moon]

Also blackice 👁️👁️

when I started shipping it if I did:

Basically from the moment I first saw the movie in theaters lol.

my thoughts:

So??? Many?????? But hey I already wrote most of them out in a long-ass fanfic aka my love letter to this ship

What makes me happy about them:

That they see bits of themselves in each other. That they understand - really understand - what it means to be lonely and how deeply that can harm someone. That they're both angry in their own right about the situation they've been living in for centuries. That they've experienced love and have loved in return, only to have it cruelly torn away. That they find solace in each other over these things, and bring their own strengths to the table as they connect and heal together.

What makes me sad about them:

The idea that they're in a cycle that may never be broken. Fear and the Shadows will always have their claws in Pitch's back, and even if he tries to break free, he will always be haunted by them. Jack may have the Guardians and believers, but what if those believers fade before they can spread his story? Will he be all alone again, invisible and unable to connect to the children he holds so dear? Will the cycle repeat again?

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

Generally just...mischaracterization I think? Sometimes people write Pitch to be way too nice and thoughtful, or Jack to be way too reserved/timid. To each their own, but...them aren't my boys.

things I look for in fanfic:

Possessive Pitch™. It's a requirement. But other than that, I'm generally in one of two moods: bad ending type fics where Pitch is still a Bad Guy and ropes Jack into a relationship willingly or unwillingly, OR mutual recovery fics where they're both trying to heal from the deep wounds isolation has inflicted on them. Bonus points for mention of Kozmotis/Emily.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Hm...I don't think I have any other romantic ships for Pitch. A friendship with Sandy or (a begrudging one) with North would be nice. As for Jack, even though I don't ship it myself and it's technically a crossover, the HiJack artists have successfully invaded my brain with cute af art of those two. Jack & Katherine is also pretty cute.

My happily ever after for them:

'Happily ever after' doesn't quite feel like their brand. They're immortal, after all, so I think they'd define things in simpler terms. But I like to think the point at which they've 'made it' or whatever, is when they're able to rely on each other without question - to be each other's constant in an ever-changing world.

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Pitch is big spoon, but Jack probably sleeps in ridiculous positions or ends up laying on top of Pitch instead, so spooning is a rare occurrence.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Genuinely these two are so conversation- and touch-deprived that just spending time together is enough. Whether is chatting on the go while Jack spreads his icy magic across the globe, or just hanging out in Pitch's cave, Jack really likes to talk, and Pitch really likes to listen. I also love in fics when they play board games together ♡

#blackice #rotg #rise of the guardians

[yourfavepookiebear]

Introduction (again ���)

Requests: open (?)

I'm currently less active since I have exams coming up, so I'd rather answer any requests once my exams have passed. I'm gonna post my WIP soon, I just have to finish it first

Again, my only side account is @thepookiestpookiebear

Request Rules :

Character limit : generally 4 unless it's a group

I don't write incest, racist, homophobic, or that kinda stuff

Uhh I don't have much rules

I can write yandere stuff, I can also write self aware stuff

I write for twisted wonderland and genshin impact, and maybe tokyo revengers too !

And that's all, moving on :

Feel free to chat, I LOVE MAKING FRIENDS and i love talking/chatting ❤

If you don't like my works, just ignore them. If you don't like my account, block me. If I offend you somehow, either ignore me or block me.

I don't argue with people (most of the time)

I'm a pacifist, I have a teeny weeny wittle tiny eety beety bitty bit of anger issues

I haven't made a masterlist yet bc I don't know how to sorry

Do not steal my works, they are mine. Do not do anything with my works unless I consent to it, please. Don't copy !

Pookie, come and have some chai with me ♡♧ (or some coffee if that's what you prefer idk)

Hi pookies! I'm a beginner fic writer. I write for twisted wonderland, self aware twisted wonderland, and a slight bit of genshin impact, but mostly sagau. I'm a ✨FaLLeN AnGeL✨ /HJ SORRY 😞

My pronouns are she/her

I'm half European half Asian (specifically middle-eastern asian) my first language is French and my second language is English (chronologically), oh and I can speak in total 3-4 languages.

Edit: I have a lot of names and nicknames, so you can call me whatever you'd like, but here is a list of what most people call me, both online and irl :

Jess

Pookie

Pookie bear

Bear

KitKat

Jessica (rarely)

Cathy

Cath/Cat

Catastrophe (a nickname my previous classmates used to give me)

Sometimes even Catharina, or Catherine/Katherine

In conclusion, I have a lot of names and nicknames, so just call me whatever you'd prefer to call me, I just gave that list so maybe you'd have an idea.

Sometimes I'm dumb sometimes I'm smart, it all depends and varies.

I'm a girl, bisexual + greysexual (basically a biromantic greysexual). I'm a huge simp -> (edit: sometimes), and I like cute things.

I LOVE CATS

requests are almost always open pookies

Proud member of the pookie nation.

I will call u pookie or pookie bear no matter who or what you are.

I'm a pisces, my birthmonth is March. I'm not a huge fan of astrology but I do like astronomy tho

Subjects/topics I like:

Fashion, modeling, models.

Astronomy

Biology

Physics

Chemistry

Science (general base)

Philosophy (self-explanatory)

Edit : Sometimes history/SS too

Things I like/LOVE:

Vacuum cleaners ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💖💞 (love of my life <33333333333333)

Food (everything except some seafood and mushrooms)

Cats (self-explanatory)

Cute things (self-explanatory)

Animals

Social media (sometimes, depends on the type)

My friends

My (new) classmates

My old school

Fast-food (KFC especially, OMFG I LOVE FRIED CHICKEN WINGS AND OML FRIED SPICY CHICKEN WINGSSS <333)

Chicken nuggets

Dried bacon

Bacon and eggs

Scrambled eggs

FRIED CHICKEN

Sandwhiches

Hotdogs

Riceballs

Tuna fish cans (canned tuna fish 🔛🔝)

Basically any food

Chocolate, ex : chocolate cakes, chocolate milkshakes, chocolate bars, chocolate tablets

Nutella/chocolate milkshakes

Writing (depends, sometimes)

Dancing

Ducks (And he waddled away waddle waddle waddle 🥲.)

CARS

Motorcycles

MONEY (no need to explain)

My extra-curricular classes (kinda, sometimes I also hate them 😞)

Uh, a Lotta things, I'm just too lazy to write all of it (it would take hours)

Music too

My personality type:

I'm ambiverted actually so it depends, so idk.

Edit: I'm an INTP pookies

Little details about me:

I could talk about food for hours. (It's one of the only things I like more than astronomy and money.)

I can't focus for too long.

I have a wild imagination (not in a bad way tho)

I love mostly everything, except for a few people/things that I still hold grudges to. (For a good reason tho).

I have a super packed schedule most of the time, it's mainly cuz I go to 2 schools at the same time, along with extracurricular classes, and both school's homeworks, and school projects

My hobbies:

Horseriding

Rockclimbing

Hiking

Writing (sometimes)

Reading

Studying (only rarely)

Jogging (but mostly cycling)

Track running

Cycling (every day, except for when I'm sick or not in form)

I don't like:

Judgemental people

Sh*t-talkers

People who have massive egos

Roaches

Spiders

Dirtyness

Dirty people

Dust

Unsanitary people

Dirty food

Dirty water

Unhygienic people

People who don't wash their hands after going to the bathroom.

Some things you should probably know if you're one of my mutuals:

1. This isn't that much important, but I usually Ieave my home at around 8am and I come back at around 5pm. So sorry if I reply late to any of your asks or messages. if I don't reply or the reply is late then I'm most-likely outside, or just came home.

2. Also not that inportant, but I try to be nice to people because they already have enough problems and I don't need/want to be one of them. Sometimes though I may be rude or mean on accident, srry.

3. I LOVE ALL OF MY MOOTS ♡♡♡

4. Also not important but I don't really think much before subscribing to someone, if I see a random stranger on the internet who has good humor, then I'll hit the plus button. Sometimes though it can be troublesome, since i don't really check people's bios.

ALSO this is my beloved creature that I found on the streets on a snowy day, it's my best friend now @farfarurfav

I'm in a lot of fandoms, mainly Twisted Wonderland, Genshin impact, Attack on Titan, Jujustu Kaisen, Honkai Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Sailor Moon, Naruto, Boruto, Assassination Classroom, Spy x Family, KNY, Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken/ That time I reincarnated as a slime, Obey me, Dark Fall, Etc etc and also I'm a manga, manhua, manhwa, and anime enjoyer and I also know some webtoons too !

ONLY Side account : @thepookiestpookiebear

Tags :

See "#yourfavepookiebear" for anything related to me !

See "#pookiebear rants" for whatever rants I've posted !

See "#pookie talks" for me talking with people or just chatting and stuff like that

See "#thepookiestwrites" for some of my newest works !

For now these are the only tags I'll introduce.

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[babeydollx]

write more katherine smuts please <33

Let Me Sooth You, Baby.

Warnings: cursing, smut, fingering, mommy kink, soft!Katherine, praise kink

Pairings: Katherine Pierce x Female Vampire Reader

Summary: In which Katherine tries to sooth and relax Y/N and her results are successful.

© Maybanks-Luver, please do not steal or translate my work.

"Come on, I know your stressed out, baby." Katherine said softly as she gently rubbed your arm soothingly. "I'm okay Kath." You said with a small smile. "I know when you're lying, silly." She said. "Come on, let me help. Let me sooth you, baby." She said with a smile. "Can I?" She asked. You nodded and she smiled before making you lay down on your back on the shared bed.

Katherine leaned down and kissed you lovingly before kissing your neck. You whimpered and put your hands through her hair as she kissed along your neck, leaving dark marks as she went. She then sat up and pulled your panties off and pushed your skirt up your thighs until your bare pussy was fully exposed to her. She spread your legs wide and then smirked.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful, baby." She said as she gently caressed your thighs, making you whimper as she did so. She then positioned herself and began to slowly rub your clit. You bit your lip and moaned out quietly as she did so. She continued to rub your clit for a little while until she decided to just dive in like a fucking woman starved. You gasped and moaned out as your hands flew to Katherine's hair.

She switched between sucking on your clit and flicking your clit around with her tongue making you moan out even more. Her delicate fingers began to tease your soaked core as she sucked on your clit. You moaned out and whimpered when she began to tease your hole with her fingers. "Kath.. please.." You whined. "Sorry, who?" Katherine said with a smirk.

"Please, mommy.." You whimpered. "Please what, pretty girl?" She asked smirking even more. "Please make me feel good. Please, mommy!" You whined desperately. "Well, since you asked so nicely." She said before pushing two of her delicate fingers inside of your soaking core. You gasped and moaned out as she did so. After a few minutes she added a third finger making you moan out even louder and making your back arch off of the bed.

"I- fuck!" You moaned out as you felt your orgasm approaching quickly. Katherine continued to suck on your clit and finger you. She began to finger you at a merciless pace, knowing that you were going to cum soon. After a few minutes you felt that familiar knot bubbling in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now.

You clenched around Katherine's fingers, signaling to her that you were about to cum. She took her mouth away from your clit and then she began to rub your clit roughly and quickly. "Come on love, cum, cum for me princess." She said. With that your eyes rolled back and your legs began to shake as you came all over her fingers. She fingers you through your orgasm and then pulled her hands away from your pussy once you came down from your high.

You laid there on the bed catching your breath as you looked over at Katherine who was smiling down at you. She gently moved some strands of your hair out of your eyes. "How do you feel now, love?" She asked. You giggled softly and bit your lip. "Better than ever." You said with a grin.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic!

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Katherine, a flame burning bright and wild, Gia, a melody, gentle and mild. Hayley, a tempest, fierce and bold, Elena, a vision, pure and untold. Damon, a rebel, with charm so wry, In this dance of love, who catches Elijah's eye?

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[ochakourarakah]

araw-araw (adj.) Tagalog for everyday

summary: 

Your last year of high school always brought with it some difficult choices: colleges, career paths and fields of study, among some things. Keeping your relationship with your soon-to-be-pro-athlete boyfriend is another. 

And you were determined to make it as easy as possible for him, for as long as you can.

Title derived from & story inspired by Araw-Araw by Ben&Ben. 

author’s notes: 

♡  For this story, Reader stays in the ladies’ dorm of Shiratorizawa but is portrayed and referred to as GN. 

♡ While not necessarily of Japanese nationality, Reader has resided in Japan for at least six years prior to the events of the story, and slang and other similar story elements marked with asterisks (*) will be explained in the lower Author’s Notes as needed.

♡ Also, if you wanna get a glimpse of what my Reader’s headspace is like, just listen to Top of My School by Katherine Lynn-Rose and the playlist she made around it.

♡  PM me to be added to the taglist!

♡ this fic has also been crossposted to AO3!

chapters: 

♡ one: mutualistic

♡ two: stay

♡ three: priorities

♡ four: [redacted]

♡ five: [redacted]

© ochakourarakah 2023. do not copy or repost

#ushijima x reader #ushijima x you #ushijima fic #ushijijma headcanon #from the oven: haikyuu!! #from the oven: masterlist #from the oven: multichapter #fic: araw-araw #mine #ch: ushijima

[tell-them-the-north-remembers]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

Thank you for this, babes!

In no particular order:

1- The IT Crowd. I swear, I watch a single episode and I am suddenly the happiest, the most joyful person on earth and everything everyone says is funny.

2- If Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me makes me go through a mental crisis then Japanese Whispers makes me feel the purest, simplest form of joy. Live, laugh, the Cure. But seriously though, amazing album.

3- Reading. Mostly classics, also read ASOIAF (omg can you believe it?) and I read and love classic gothic literature above all else but putting all of those aside Emma by Jane Austen just makes me feel so much better by just reading a chapter of it whenever I am bored.

4- Musicals. I love stage musicals. My all time favourite is probably Sweeney Todd (the Broadway musical, NOT the movie). And yeah, I don't really like movie adaptations and have comically serious one-sided beef with Tom Hooper. But unexplainably in love with Funny Girl. But it makes me sad rather than happy so I don't think it really counts.

5- I love making my little pinterest moodboards and spotify playlists for characters. Whether they be original characters or canon characters I am writing fics about. I also do them for historical figures, I legit have playlists like "Hey, this is so Katherine of Aragon" lol.

#my history obsession might have made me a little cracked in the head #sitting in my room listening to a song at 3 am and suddenly being like “Lol Churchill would have liked this.” #like bitch wtf are you talking about go to sleep #also my beef with tom hooper has like 5 years of lore #all my friends know about it and they don't even know who Tom Hooper is #i was worried these felt just a tad weird but then i remembered im literally on tumblr #so it's fine #anyways this was fun

[whatweknew]

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Requests are OPEN - visit The Mailroom

˚₊·➳❥ Requests can be for romantic or platonic ships ˚₊·➳❥ For reader-insert requests I write only Fem!Reader/Fem!OC. Soz...

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What I write

˚₊·➳❥ Categories: oneshots, fluff, humour, hurt and comfort, comfort, angst, implied sexual content/implied slow burn/sexual tension, headcannons, ˚₊·➳❥ Ships (again, romantic or platonic): Bamon, Klaroline, Steroline, Datherine, Steferine, Damon/OFC, Katherine/OFC, Klaus/OFC, Stefan/OFC. If your ship is not specifically listed, shoot your shot! No judgement here <3

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What I won't write

˚₊·➳❥ Categories: smut (sorry, I'm saving it for my main fic) ˚₊·➳❥ Characters: Kai (yes, he is hilarious but I'm a hater), Rebekah, Jeremy, Tyler, Alaric

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[grrlsoft]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ love like blood : eddie munson

summary : when your best friend Eddie doesn't show up to drive you home from school, you assume that he's just gone to impromptu Hellfire Club meeting. but little do you know, his reasons for being late are much, much worse.

pairing : Eddie Munson x gn!reader

author's note : eddie angst. thats the tweet. also this is when eddie and reader r just friends but are crushing on each other lolz so no established relationship yet (pls eddie deserves someone who will care for him sobs)

song inspo is love like blood by killing joke !!

warnings : angst with a fluffy ending, mentions of injuries and blood, bullying

you take a long, deep breath, inhaling the smell of damp leaves and overgrown grass. it's fall in Hawkins, one of your favorite seasons, but winter is soon on the rise. large, looming clouds fill the gray sky and block out the sun, giving everything a cold, hazy hue. you shiver as the wind blows through your sweater (although you had made sure to wear multiple layers, the wind persisted), and you check your watch. 

it’s 3:47 pm and Eddie is late to meet up with you outside of Hawkins High, something that he does every day. it's sort of become a ritual for the two of you, something you never break unless one of you has pre-established plans.

you don't mind the delay much, as he is usually busy talking with his friends after school hours or perhaps getting a talking to by a teacher, but him being this late is rather unusual, especially since the two of you had made plans to hang out. you rock back and forth on your feet as you clutch your textbooks in your arms. it's a nervous habit. 

the inside of your nose starts to burn by how frigid the air is becoming so you nuzzle your chin into the collar of your sweater. the janitor passes you and your worry increases. 

maybe he's at a Hellfire Club meeting, you think to yourself, one that he didn't tell you about. that would be unlikely, since Eddie can't help but tell you every single thing that he does, but it's not like you're required to know what he's doing at what time. he's not obligated to constantly update you (even though you sort of like it when he does).

as well as being worried about his absence, him being missing leaves you without a ride home from school. the two of you were planning to go to the record store after school today too, but if he wasn't gonna show…

you walk home after a few more minutes of waiting. you don't want to catch a cold just because Eddie had a different obligation that you didn't know about. maybe he was in detention.

but something about it didn't seem right. it seemed unusual for him. 

you shouldn't worry about it, you tell yourself. he can handle himself. he's a big boy.

the walk home is boring and long but you enjoy looking at the red and yellow leaves that blow off the tall trees. you think about halloween and what costume you'd like to wear (as well as wondering if Eddie would want to dress up with you too). the fall air always brings thoughts of costumes and candy to your mind.

once you finally reach your house, you take refuge in comfier clothes and make yourself some popcorn as an after school snack. you turn on the TV and find that there's nothing playing that interests you at the moment, so you instead pad up to your room and put on a record. you sink into bed, already feeling sleep beginning to overtake you. you have completely forgotten about the math assignment you need to do, but that is the farthest thing from your mind. 

you snuggle up in your white bedsheets and the sound of your record seems farther and farther away until a loud series of knocks disturbs your almost peaceful rest. you blink your bleary, distantly sleepy eyes open and tumble out of bed, heading downstairs. 

the knocking gets louder and sort of frantic and you shout a quick just a second! and open the door. 

you rub your eyes as the fading light of day blinds you momentarily. you then look at who's standing on your doorstep. 

"Eddie?" you say, unable to mask your horror. 

he's half leaning on your doorframe, a bloodied hand resting on the trimmed, white wood. his lip is split and his nose is smeared with blood, his face pale and ashen. his right eye is hidden by a grisly, purple splotch, soon turning a whole myriad of other colors. it reminds you of a watercolor project you helped him do for art class. 

his brown eyes look at you sadly, blankly. your mouth is wide open.

you don't say anything. he doesn't say anything either. 

"jesus christ, Eddie, I-" you search for words to say to him, but your mind is still trying to make sense of the situation. all you can manage to do is take his arm carefully and usher him inside. 

"here, come in," you say as steadily as you possibly can. he follows you slowly, and you're worried that he's limping.

his eyes are trained on the carpeted floor and you close the door behind you. he stands in your front walkway and is still quiet. you open and close your mouth, stammering. 

"Eddie," you finally say his name with all the gentleness in the world, "Eddie, what happened?" 

you touch his arm delicately and frown disheartedly when he flinches.

he continues to be eerily silent, but his eyes keep moving from the floor to your face apprehensively. he blinks a few times and shakes his head. 

"just some stupid basketball assholes, that's all," he finally responds, and it's like a breath of fresh air to hear his voice, no matter how hoarse it is. you furrow your brows. 

"they… did this to you?" you ask, and he nods. you clench your fists and feel your stomach churn with anger. all that time you had been waiting for him, he had been getting beaten up. your eyes burn.

"..why?" you manage, and Eddie gives you an almost unnoticeable shrug. 

"doesn't matter," he replies. you sigh, knowing how untrue his statement was. but you don't want to pry, as it would probably make him upset. 

"uh, here, let me go get you an ice pack or something," you say suddenly as you scamper off to the kitchen, opening the door of your freezer frantically. Eddie watches how desperate you are to help him and it gives him a funny feeling in his stomach.

you find one, icy and blue, and you hand it to him. he takes it in his bruised hand yet doesn't move. 

"how about- how about you go up to my room while I look for some medicine or something for you," you muster a smile. you watch nervously as he nods, then makes the trek up the stairs to your room. 

you hurriedly inspect your cabinets for some medicine, opening and closing doors haphazardly, not caring if the contents inside fall over. you finally return to your bedroom with a little white bottle of tylenol, a glass of water, and your mother's first aid kit that you have never used. you're no nurse, but you want to make sure that Eddie is alright. it's the only thing that matters to you.

the sight of him slumped on the edge of your bed makes your heart break, and you carefully sit down next to him. he doesn't meet your gaze, his hands gripping the ice pack you had given him so tightly that you think it might break. his knuckles are stained with crimson blood. 

"hi," you greet him, pressing your arm against his own. his fingers brush against your leg. "I got you water and some meds."

he takes the glass of water, putting the white pills on his tongue and he downs it in no time. he gives the glass back to you and you set it on your bedside table. 

the room is quiet save for the sound of the chilly wind blowing from your open window. your heart is beating out of your chest. you put your hand on top of Eddie's own and you can feel him shaking. he stills for a moment, your touch comforting and warm.

you don't say anything but you look over at the brown haired boy. you brush your thumb against the inside of his hand and he suddenly turns his gaze to you, his eyes unsure and almost fearful. 

"sorry that I-" his voice cracks, a sound so incredibly foreign coming from him, "I didn't mean to-" 

a few tears slip down his pale cheeks and he hiccups. he turns away from you. 

"god, this is so fucking stupid." he manages, brown eyes watery. he sniffles. 

your eyes go wide, surprised by his sudden, tearful state. 

for the first time in the entirety of your friendship with Eddie Munson, you were seeing him cry. and it startles you. 

you snap yourself out of your momentary shock as Eddie covers his face with a bruised hand, his sniffles growing more frequent. you stammer and move closer to him. 

"oh Eddie, Eddie it's alright," you console the distraught boy as you rest your hand on his forearm. "it's okay, you don't have to cry." 

a gasp leaves your throat involuntarily when Eddie wraps his arms around your waist and buries his head in the crook of your neck. he pulls you into him, your chest now flush with his own. you can feel the wetness of his tears staining your skin as well as his bloodied hands clutching the fabric of your shirt. he sobs loudly and you reach a loving hand up to rub his back. you rest your head on his own and listen to him cry, his body shaking.

it feels strange to see him like this - so small and vulnerable. Eddie was all talk, all swift turns on the heel and side eyes with mischievous smirks. but this was so much different.

it makes him seem a little more human, you think to yourself. it makes you understand him better.

you run your hands through his hair and trace your fingers along his spine as he sobs into you. you're quiet, not daring to speak in fear somehow saying the wrong thing, and also because you don't think that's what he needs. sometimes people don't want to be talked to; they just want to be held.

and you do this with proficiency. you are careful with him like he's a delicate little thing made of porcelain or glass. eventually his crying softens and his sniffles decrease in number. he sits in your arms silently for a long while and you let him. you would wait like this for hours if that's what he wanted. you think that the two of you should do this more often, hopefully under nicer circumstances.

you blink when he pulls away from you, but he keeps his face close to your own. he drags his knuckles across his face, wiping the wetness from his cheeks. the blood of his hands mixes with his tears.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles almost shamefully. you rest your hands on his knees. 

"don't apologize," you reassure him kindly, "you don't need to." 

Eddie looks at you with wide eyes and laces his fingers with your own. 

"thank you for being so-" he searches for the right words to say, "so good to me. so nice and everything." 

you smile at him and your eyes are filled with adoration. you have a million things you wish to say but now is not the time. you squeeze his hand while also making sure not to squeeze too hard.

"thank you for coming to me," you reply, "for trusting me." 

Eddie smiles a sad smile in return and you apprehensively raise your hand to his face, but you pause before your palm meets his cheek. 

"can I..?" you murmur and Eddie nods at you with a sort of dreamy, unreadable expression.

"please," he whispers and you almost melt. your soft hand grazes the battered skin of his face as you inspect his bruises. 

"god," you whisper, frustration and anger lacing your tone, "can't believe those assholes can get away with doing things like this to people." 

Eddie shrugs and doesn't look at you, he's far too nervous to. "that's what happens when you're rich, I guess." 

"I know, but," you sigh, not knowing how to fully articulate all the annoyance and sadness you have within your chest, "it's just so unfair."

you suddenly withdraw your hand when you accidentally touch the bruised area around Eddie's eye, causing him to flinch, but he grabs your wrist before you can fully pull away.

"no-" he begins, his eyes looking deep into yours before he swallows thickly with nervousness, "don't. it feels- feels nice." 

you blink owlishly at him but you respect his wishes, bestowing your touch to its rightful place. you chuckle as Eddie sighs into your palm, closing his eyes. his skin feels warm where your fingers graze it.

"I still have to clean you up," you murmur as you gaze at his bloodied lips and nose. you wipe away some of the blood from his lip. he chases your touch with what you almost think to be a kiss, but maybe you're seeing things. Eddie's eyes open and he looks softly at you. 

"well, you better get to it, then," he smiles, a smile that makes your heart skip a beat. "unless you wanna sit here and touch my face for forever." 

you laugh and he laughs too, the two of you slipping back into the easiness of your friendship. the tension has begun to fade away. 

"you were the one who wanted it so bad," you tilt your head and grin. he raises a brow at you. 

"you were the one who brought that whole first aid kit up here and still haven't opened it," he says pointedly, "are you gonna let me bleed out, or what?" 

you laugh and the noise is angelic. you reach for the white box and Eddie gazes at you all the while. he wants to touch you again, or rather for you to touch him - to rest his head on your shoulder and have you thread your fingers through his hair, but he's far too nervous to do so or even ask. 

so he doesn't do anything at all. he just sits and stares at you while you grab your first aid kit, not really listening as you talk about how you've never bandaged anyone up like this besides yourself. the light of your lamp casts a warm glow on the delicate features of your face. he wonders what your lips would feel like against his own bruised ones.

a part of him wishes he'd get injured more often, just so you'd be there to fix him.

#literally have had this idea forever and i finally wrote it #now im gonna go cry for eight years #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #katherine's fics ∘˚˳° ♡ #stranger things

[nekoannie-chan]

Reading list guidelines

Hi! This is Annie, here are my reblog guidelines during 2023:

  You MUST to TAG ME in your fic, I know some people discontinued their tag list, unfortunately Dumblr doesn’t notify me and I don’t have enough time to check blog by blog because I follow lots of people.

TAG all the WARNINGS, there’s some topics I’m not comfortable with. Please respect my boundaries and triggers as I respect yours.

Must be posted on Tumblr. I wanna support writers on here, so please, no links to another fanfic platform.

Every Friday a weekly list will be published (unless something happens in my life), so lists will have between 7-42 fics.

Use ‘read more’ if word counts is over 500, please; sometimes I keep fics in my drafts.

Would be amazing if you following, I swear I’m not a bad person, just a grumpy one.

Could take between 1 to 2 months I reblog your work, sometimes I’m slow because of school or personal stuff, also I always plan my queue at least for a month.

If I like your fic, it means I receive the notification and would be on my queue, but if I don’t like it, you can message me and send me the link, ‘cause probably I didn’t receive the notification. Also, if you notice my likes it means I’m putting your work on my queue with the comment.

If you wanna tag me but not be highlighted, you can send me a message and ask it politely.

I just wanna support people, and hope people support me too, so I just do this for fun, I’m no gonna tolerate hate or something negative, so if you send me something like that, I will block you without hesitation; this also applies if someone is rude with me.

I’m okay with dark, smut, fluff, angst, horror, etc., just please, tag properly.

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  Characters and fandoms I read below the break.

❤ Marvel characters I read:

Steve Rogers.

Brock Rumlow.

Runaways.

Tandy Bowen.

Ororo Munroe.

Sue Storm.

Johnny Storm.

Lorna Dane.

Nico Minoru.

Clarice Fong/Ferguson.

Rogue.

John Proudstar.

Stepford Cuckoos.

Logan/Wolverine.

Magik.

PRIDE.

Jubilee.

Sinthea Schmidt.

Janet van Dyne.

Doctor Doom.

Amora.

Felicia Hardy.

Madelyne Pryor.

Mister Sinister.

Rachel Leighton.

Dottie Underwood.

Michael Morbius.

Ana/Satana Helstrom.

Daimon Helstrom.

Lauren Strucker.

Andy Strucker.

Hellfire club.

Jessica Jones.

Jack Rollins.

The divine pairing.

GertChase.

Deanoru.

Thunderblink.

Morgan le Fey.

Tina Minoru.

 ❤ Knives out characters I read:

Ransom Drysdale.

Meg Drysdale.

 ❤ Charmed characters I read read:

Piper Halliwell.

Leo Wyatt.

Prue Halliwell.

Cole Turner.

 ❤ Desperate housewives’ characters I read:

Bree Van de Kamp.

Gabrielle Solis.

Susan Mayer.

Julie Mayer.

Katherine Mayfair.

Angie Bolen.

 ❤ Snowpiercer characters I read:

Lilah Junior “LJ” Folger.

 ❤ Money heist characters I read:

Tokyo.

Pamplona.

 ❤ Grey’s anatomy characters I read:

 Izzie Stevens.

Cristina Yang.

Amelia Sheperd.

Callie Torres.

Denny Duquette.

Stephanie Edwards.

Erica Hahn.

Nicole Herman.

 ❤ 9-1-1 characters I read:

Evan “Buck” Buckley.

Howie Han.

Maddie Buckley.

Abby Clark.

 ❤ American Horror story characters I read:

Misty Day.

Moira O’Hara.

Fiona Goode.

Lana Winters.

Cordelia Foxx.

Ally Mayfair-Richards.

Mallory.

 ❤ The Walking Dead characters I read:

Andrea Harrison.

Glenn Rhee.

Rosita Espinosa.

 ❤ Battle Royale characters I read:

Mistuko Souma.

Shūya Nanahara.

 ❤ Other stuff I read:

Original horror/terror stories.

Any horror movie killer.

Any Frank Grillo characters.

Any Ko Shibasaki characters.

Tomie.

Nanno.

 ❤ I’m not reading:

No pedo fics.

No underage smut.

No toilet, bodily fluids, bestiality.

No incest.

No A/B/O.

No RPF.

No Social Media AU.

Staron.

Steggy.

Romanogers.

Taserbones.

#Annie recommends #reblog guidelines #reading list guidelines #reading guidelines

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Katherine Pierce Masterlist

[Fluff ♡] [Angst ❀] [Smut ☆]

Fics:

📍Dance With Me ♡

📍Troubled Past ♡

Series:

📍Return Trip ♡

one | two | three

#katherine petrova #katherine pierce #katherine pierce imagine #katherine pierce x reader #katherine petrova imagine #tvd #tvd imagine #tvd x reader #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries x reader

[notalittlebutalottie]

*slow and hypnotic voice*

you looove me, you waaaaaant to write me a KC x Dash and Lily holiday AU

🕛↔💖🕛😵‍💫🕛💖↔🕛 (<- this is you being hypnotized)

Hmmmm...no. Just kidding, of course 💖 Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate! I haven't posted a fic in a hot minute so please enjoy this Dash & Lily AU that honestly would have probably happened with or without Kait, though she certainly nudged me (lovingly) along. It's not particularly long...or well, I guess that depends on your idea of long, but I do hope you'll enjoy it! 

♡ KLAROLINE DRABBLE #66: Do You Dare?♡

Out of all the places in New York City, of all the things that little, red notebook made her do, how did Caroline end up here? It was just supposed to be something fun, a silly game to pass the time, born from one too many glasses of rosé. It was nothing more than a brief lapse in sanity, something Katherine had been all too happy to encourage. That had been Caroline’s first mistake. Well, actually, the first mistake had been ever thinking that Damon Salvatore loved her. The second was letting him convince her to follow him to NYU instead of applying for Harvard like she’d always dreamed of. “I love you, Care, but I’m not sure this relationship can survive with the distance,” had been his argument at the time. The fact that she’d fallen for it was only made worse by her third mistake: not noticing the look in his eyes when he first met Elena. Caroline had caught it two months later but by then, he’d already said those damning words, “You just…don’t do it for me anymore”. She’d been left to watch him kiss Elena through the frosted coffee shop window, too nauseous to finish the latte he’d so graciously paid for. His insistence on them living in separate dorms suddenly made a lot of sense.

                                    Read the Rest at AO3

#klaroline #klaus and caroline #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #the vampire diaries #the originals #drabble #au fusion #dash and lily #do you dare #klarolineagainnaturally

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ genius of love : eddie munson

summary : while grounded, your beloved boyfriend Eddie comes to visit you, but still can't resist from getting you into trouble.

pairing : Eddie Munson x gn!reader

author's note : obligatory soft eddie fanfic....im sorry i just love him and he deserves sweetness :( i feel like he would rlly enjoy spending soft nights with his sweetheart u know... *bites my hand off*

(also most of my fics r song inspired so this one draws inspo from genius of love by tom tom club !!)

warnings : sort of suggestive at points, but generally sfw. lots of kissing. eddie is a big softy. also typos perhaps.

this fic is spoiler free !!

the rain outside is loud, thundering against the tiled roof of your house as you lie in bed. you're snuggled up under your white bed sheets, eyes drooping with sleepiness as the warmth of your blankets beckons you into a soft and sweet dreamland. you pull them up all the way to your nose and you inhale the comforting scent of laundry detergent. 

your Tom Tom Club record spins quietly in the corner of your room, drowning out some of the rain. you listen to Tina Weymouth's lovely voice and slip into sleep, but a sudden clink against your window rips you away from your trip to a blissful slumber. 

you blink a few times and turn your head to gaze at your window, another soft clinking sound meeting its glass barrier. you groan, untangling yourself from your sheets as you step onto the carpeted floor of your bedroom. you stumble over to your window and open it, the cold night air blowing harshly against your face. you don't dare to stick your head out the window any farther, unless you'd like to get rained on. 

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, will you let down your hair?" a familiar voice calls to you. 

"my hair isn't long enough for that, you dork," you reply, making your annoyance clear. you receive a chuckle in return.

"Eddie, how many times have I told you not to throw rocks at my window?" you say as you look down onto your front yard, your boyfriend's lanky frame apparent in the darkness. 

he had made an unfortunate habit of doing this. instead of using the front door, like a normal person, he would pick apart your pebbled walkway and throw rocks at your window to get your attention. it reminded you of a fairytale, as if you were a princess locked away in a tower, Eddie being your knight in shining armor to come and rescue you (although slightly less romantic). you liked that he wanted to see you, sure, but his means of doing so we're…inconvenient. 

"they're not even that big, it won't break anything," Eddie calls up to you, his ever present grin plastered on his face. you roll your eyes. 

"you're so annoying," you huff. you don't want to show any excitement in regard to his visit.

"tell me about it when I'm not getting rained on. can I come in?" he asks you, and you reluctantly oblige. 

you watch with the slightest bit of nervousness as he skillfully climbs the tree on your lawn, jumping onto the small ledge just outside your windowsill. he carefully steps through your window and closes it behind him, finally turning around to face you with an all-too-pleased expression adorning his handsome features. 

"ta-da," he exclaims as he spreads his arms out wide, bowing. you shake your head and bite back a smile. 

"I'm getting better, huh?" he says, shaking the water off of himself like a dog after a bath, "I didn't even fall this time."

"whatever you wanna tell yourself, Munson," you sigh.

all he does is smile and you know that you can't really be angry with him. the sentiment behind his visit is too sweet. 

"let me go get you a towel," you break the momentary silence, walking out into the hallway, "you're dripping all over my carpet." 

"oh, my sincerest apologies," you hear Eddie say and something compels you to think that he's not really sorry. you wander back over to him and throw the towel into his arms. 

"what are you doing here, anyway?" you ask him as he rubs his face against the soft fabric. you know the answer but you want to ask him anyway.

"wanted to see you," he answers with no hesitation, not even bothering to look at you. your cheeks heat up slightly at how sure his words are. 

"Eddie, do you not understand how being grounded works?" you quirk a brow at him and he finally looks back up at you, "I'm not supposed to see anyone. especially you." 

"well, those are your mom's rules, right?" he puts his hands on his hips and you nod, "and guess what? you're mom's not here." 

"it doesn't magically disappear like that, Eddie," you say and he shrugs. he tosses the towel you handed him onto the floor and wanders over to you, grazing his hands along the sides of your arms. you shiver. 

"would you like me to leave?" he queries smugly.

"...no," you answer reluctantly and he smiles.

"thought so."

you do enjoy his company, that's something you're certain of. there isn't a day that goes by that you don't want to spend with him - spread out on his mattress in his trailer or watching MTV on your couch. he is comforting. he feels like somebody that you could spend the rest of your life with (you had been secretly meaning to tell him that, but it was far too embarrassing).

"you're still soaking wet," you murmur as you observe his rather damp state, "take your shirt off." 

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you and you already know what he's about to say. you brace for impact as his mouth drops wide open.

"oh, how very forward of you!" he exclaims and you flush, averting your gaze from his large, brown eyes. 

"Eddie, that's not what I-" you stammer awkwardly, your eyes flitting from him to the floor, "I just don't want you to get sick." 

"sure, sure that's what you meant," Eddie smirks impishly, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I think you're just asking me to strip." 

"I am not!" you almost yell, and Eddie laughs at how red your face has become. you want to push him away, but Eddie's gentle touch against your hip distracts you from doing such a thing. he grins at you and tugs his shirt off, leaving you to gaze at his bare chest, littered with tattoos. 

"like what you see?" he waggles his eyebrows at you and you scoff, looking away. you do, why wouldn't you, but he doesn't deserve to hear you say such a thing. not when he's acting like this. you like to leave him begging for more sometimes.

your attention is refocused when you're suddenly pushed against the side of your bed, Eddie's arms lacing around your frame. you open your mouth to say something but Eddie silences you with a kiss. his mouth is warm and his lips are rough, like usual. he presses his nose against your own and runs his hands up and down the sides of your body, tugging at the fabric of your night shirt. submitting to his wishes, you loop your arms around his damp neck and pull your lips away from his. you stare into his pretty brown eyes, feeling like you could get lost in them forever. 

"missed you," Eddie mumbles, his voice so quiet you can barely hear him. your eyes close as his thumb strokes the skin of your stomach. it grazes the band of your underwear and you stifle a gasp.

"you'll see me tomorrow. I'll be ungrounded then," you whisper, trying to ignore his attempts to take your clothes off. Eddie frowns a little and lays you back onto your mattress. 

"I know," he says, his gaze wandering over your figure, something he can't help but do, "but it's different when we're at school." 

"there's always after school, you know," you reply sympathetically. he doesn't seem satisfied with your answer.

he marvels at how pretty you look, your hair all spread out on your blankets and your large eyes, like little moons, that gaze up at him cautiously, expectantly. he takes in the beautiful whole of you and you can't help but feel as if you're being studied, like a little thing under a microscope. you clear your throat and turn your head away from his scrutinizing stare.

"you've got a nice side profile," he comments randomly, his words enough to draw your focus back to him.

"you think so?" you blink. he nods.

"yeah. sweet face, too," he replies with a flirtatious wink.

your cheeks burn crimson as you smile at him and he leans down to kiss you again, harsher this time. his hands graze your neck and tangle in your hair. 

"you're not so bad yourself," you say in-between the slow movement of his lips. Eddie chuckles at your teasing response, his teeth bumping against yours for a brief moment. he climbs on top of you, caging you between his arms and pressing you into your white duvet, but his lips don't leave you until he finally needs to breathe. he pulls away, leaving the two of you desperate for oxygen. you stare up at him, at his bare chest and many tattoos and perfect hair, heaving. his eyes are half-lidded and filled with a look you know all too well. 

"you're so damn pretty," he says, a frequent compliment of his, and his eyes don't leave you. you smile gently and spread out your arms, beckoning him into your embrace. he obliges your wordless request and leans into you. he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, sighing deeply. 

you listen to the rain and your Tom Tom Club record keeps spinning. you close your eyes as you feel Eddie's heartbeat against your chest, the moment so blissful and sweet that it's better than any dream you could've had while asleep.

"you feel nice," Eddie murmurs against your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin, "warm." 

you hum in response and comb your fingers through his frizzy, brown locks. he moves his face to gaze at yours, a dreamy and loving look in his eyes. he ghosts the tips of his fingers across your cheek, bringing you into a kiss once more. he mumbles soft I love you's under his breath and you make a small noise of satisfaction when he bites your bottom lip. his hands go up your shirt once again but the sound of the front door opening downstairs ruins the sensuality of the moment. 

"shit," you hiss suddenly, and Eddie pulls away with a confused look on his face. you turn your head away from him, listening to your mother's keys jingle faintly. 

"shit, my mom's home," you say frantically, attempting to sit up with Eddie still on top of you. 

"the hell is she doing getting home now?" Eddie questions, seeming to not realize the seriousness of your situation. 

"she works late nights and-" you splutter, "Eddie you have to go!" 

"what? why?" he questions, nose to nose with you. you feel overcome with the sudden urge to smack him, forgetting the sweetness of his demeanor before. 

"because my mom will kill me if she sees you here! you were the one who got me grounded in the first place!" you explain, panic apparent in your eyes.

"I could just hide in your closet-" he tries.

"Eddie, if you don't leave, I swear to God I'll be the one that kills you," you threaten. 

Eddie draws a long sigh, pulling his shirt back on and stepping backwards towards the window. he opens it and shimmies his way through, his eyes still locked on yours. you meet him between its white frame, disappointed that your visit had ended so soon. if anything, you wanted him to spend the night. 

"I love you," you say suddenly, gently. Eddie's eyes soften as he looks at you, becoming soaked with rain once again. 

"shit, sweetheart, I'm crazy about you too," he grins his familiar Eddie grin, the one you're so obsessed with, "and I would stay here and whisper sweet nothings to you forever, but I am getting drenched and I don't want you or your mom to kill me." 

all you can do is laugh but you're quickly silenced when your mother barges into your room. you flip around to face her, your heart in your throat. 

"(y/n)?" she says. you blink owlishly at her.

"hi mom," you squeak out, fumbling with your shorts. she looks at you for a long while, gaze flitting from your figure to your window.

"what are you doing with your window open?" she asks you. you open your mouth to say something, then turn around, half expecting Eddie to still be there. 

but he isn't. he had gone as soon as he had come to you.

you let out a long sigh of relief and turn to your mother with a shrug. 

"I, uhm, forgot to close it, actually." 

"well, make a habit of doing so. you're gonna bleed the house of all its warm air, otherwise," she says, then exits your room with a quick goodnight. 

you stand in front of your window for a long while and then finally get back into your bed, sighing from the night's ordeal. you already miss the feeling of Eddie, his lips against yours and his hands stroking your skin. your Tom Tom Club record continues its spin, and you close your tired eyes as Tina Weymouth says that he's the genius of love.

you sink into your covers, fully agreeing with her.

#MORE EDDIE HAHAHA #anyway uhhh i love. this boy. so much #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #katherine's fics ∘˚˳° ♡

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ take my breath away : eddie munson

summary : the infamous Eddie Munson, hardcore metalhead and your eccentric best friend, takes you to prom - shenanigans (as well as feelings) ensue.

pairing : Eddie Munson x f!reader

author's note : yes this song has been trending since its in topgun BUT pls pls pls listen to take my breath away by berlin while reading this it rlly adds to the experience. gotta love that 80s schmaltz <3

warnings : none, really! sfw, some kissing, reader and Eddie are oblivious and VERY in love. also typos probably. thats all!

this fic is spoiler free !!

you don't know how you had managed to get here. 

never in your high school life would you have imagined that you would be at prom, dancing the night away in the arms of someone who you actually liked. you never thought that you would be asked to prom by anyone in the first place. this wasn't like family reunions in which you danced awkwardly with your second cousin in the living room, no; this was different. sort of like the movies, although the lighting isn't as pretty. 

but the thing that is the most unbelievable of it all was that you are in the arms of your very handsome metalhead friend, the Eddie Munson. 

you rest your head on his broad shoulder and sigh wistfully, hoping you wouldn't get any makeup on his black suit. you smile as he jitters at your sudden action. his strong arms are hooked around your waist and you hum quietly as he fiddles with the fabric of your velvety dress. you can feel his heartbeat, fast and loud, like a little bird caged between his ribs. you wonder if he was nervous, as nervous as you were. 

the whole night you had been shaking. when he showed up at your house in his beat up van you practically fainted when you saw him. you had never seen him look so…formal. you laughed at how stiffly he stood and he told you to knock it off while suppressing a grin.

you swore that the smile on your face when your mother took a picture of the two of you could've split your face in half. 

the ride to the school was awkward, filled with nervous silences that resulted in the two of you trying to speak at the time. conversations with the brown haired boy had never really been awkward like this before, but something in the air made it different. 

after a while, Eddie finally caved and began to blast Metallica, making sure his windows were rolled down so everyone could hear it, which you were glad about - that way he couldn't hear how loud your heart was beating. his van smelled like weed (per usual) and he drove just a few miles over the speed limit, but you didn't mind. you were too busy fixing your hair in the rear-view mirror to care. 

once the two of you finally got there, Eddie immediately started to complain about the music selection. 

"this is all just schmaltzy pop garbage," he had stated as he folded his arms, his exasperation and disappointment abundantly clear.

"well, what did you expect?" you quirked a brow at him, "Black Sabbath?" 

"yes!" Eddie had exclaimed and you laughed. 

but once girls on film came on over the crackly speaker, you couldn't help but drag Eddie out onto the dance floor. you had never danced in front of so many people before, but being with him made the anxiety of doing such a thing melt away. 

his dancing was atrocious and you were sure that yours was too, but that made it all the more fun. the two of you screamed the lyrics to your favorite tunes and booed when songs that were less than pleasing started to play. he spun you under his arm so many times that you began to think that you may get sick. he later challenged you to a competition of who could eat the most brownies at the snack table. 

he won. 

and now you were here, resting gently in his embrace as take my breath away by Berlin plays. the sweet melody echoes throughout the gymnasium of Hawkins High and many teenage couples sway to its beat. you close your eyes and grab one of Eddie's hands, a bold move on your part, intertwining your delicate fingers with his own. 

"I don't like this song," Eddie murmurs into your ear. your heart speeds up involuntarily as you feel his hot breath on your neck. 

"I think it's cute," you hum softly, and Eddie groans. "you're just cynical."

"you know me," Eddie drawls. "it's not any fun if it isn't rock." 

you shake your head and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. you drown in the smell of his cologne (which is definitely new and surely something he wore just for this occasion) and you never want this moment to end. 

he pulls back suddenly, forcing you to look up at him. you stare into his deep brown eyes, his pupils so wide that you can almost see your reflection in them. you watch as his gaze moves from your own eyes down to your cherry colored lips. you flush darkly and look away. 

Eddie leans down slightly but you don't notice until you turn your head back to face him and your nose brushes against his. his grip on you tightens slightly and he pulls you further into him. you can feel his warm breath fan across your face and he opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out. he blinks rapidly and averts his gaze from yours. 

"sorry," he mumbles, clearly nervous, "it's just like- you're so- you're really fucking pretty. like it's kind of unreal." 

your eyes widen and your face burns even more than it did before. you're sure that your cheeks were probably glowing red in the hazey blue light of the gymnasium. 

he turns his head to look at you again and you can't manage to get any words to form in your brain or in your throat. you're too stunned to even say thank you. 

Eddie's brows furrow and he presses the back of his hand against your cheek. the cool metal of his rings is cold against your skin, but you welcome it. 

"jesus, you're burning," he says, worry lacing his words, "you wanna go outside?" 

all you do is nod as he takes your hand and guides you out of the gymnasium, through the school hallways and finally out into the parking lot. the two of you perch yourselves on the curb and stare up into the black sky, stars dotting its inky depths. 

the two of you don't say anything to each other for a long while, feeling almost too scared to do so. you fidget with the beaded friendship bracelet that Eddie had given you so long ago (he's wearing his matching one as well) and you bite the skin off of your lips. you shiver in the cold night air and Eddie takes notice of this, slowly scooting over to you and pressing his arm to yours. you look up at him, dazed, and he smiles sheepishly. 

"I'm, uh, sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything," the words tumble from his mouth suddenly, "when we were dancing, I mean. I didn't mean to- to make things weird." 

you stare at him in shock. you couldn't believe what he was saying to you. 

"you didn't make things weird," you assure firmly, now realizing you were making it sound like you liked it too much (which you did, but you would never let him know that), "it was…it was nice."

you want to say something more than just nice, but you're too frightened, feeling you'll make the conversation even more awkward than it already was. 

weird was the last word you would use to explain how you and Eddie were previous to this moment. you loved it; the feeling of his arms around you, your hands on his chest and both of your eyes locked on each other. everyone else in the room had disappeared; leaving just you and him. he felt like the only thing that mattered. he was warm and safe and he felt like home, a home you never wanted to part from. 

"okay good because I thought I had like- done something to make it weird," Eddie says, laughing forcefully. you muster a smile, but it's to no avail. the moment is over. 

Eddie notices your change in demeanor and frowns, now worried that he's messed something else up. he presses himself against you a little more. 

"thank you," you murmur suddenly. he looks at you with confusion in his eyes. 

"for what?" he asks. you turn your gaze to him, your eyes sparkling in the silver moonlight. his heart flutters. 

"for saying that I'm pretty," you admit bashfully, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. 

Eddie blinks. he's surprised that you're thanking him for such a simple compliment. he didn't realize how much it had meant to you until now.

"well shit, it's true," he shrugs, acting as if it's nothing at all, "I'll say it to you every day if that's what you'd like." 

Eddie's words make your heart leap in your chest.

"I wouldn't be opposed to that," you whisper, trying your best to stay cool and collected. 

you jitter as his hand meets your cheek, bringing your face to his own. he looks sincerely into your eyes. 

"yeah?" he whispers back. you unsuccessfully stifle a smile.

his fingers are slightly rough, his avid guitar playing making them calloused and hard, but you lean into his touch regardless. 

"yeah," you nod. 

he swipes his thumb across the skin of your cheek and looks down at nothing. he clears his throat and looks back up at you, eyes flitting from your own to your lips. 

"can I, uh, can I tell you something?" he mumbles unsurely. you nod profusely and he laughs breathily. 

"uh, well, the thing is- uhm," his head spins as he tries to get the words out, but he has to. he doesn't know what he'll do if he doesn't. he can't go on any further without telling you how he feels.

"I sort of have a massive crush on you." 

there's a long silence and the noise of the music leaking out from the gym becomes even more distant than it was before. 

his words hit you like a whirlwind, or more like a truck driving straight into you. you freeze, your heart dropping into your stomach as you clutch your dress with trembling hands. you stare at him owlishly, disbelief covering your face. 

you haven't answered his statement and it's been ten whole seconds. Eddie regrets saying anything at all. 

"shit. uh. yeah okay I know it's dumb but like jesus christ you're just so pretty and you- you like overwhelm me? not in a bad way but your so- god I just had to tell you otherwise I'd like, fuckin' combust or something-" the words leave the brown haired boy tactlessly. he doesn't know what he's saying anymore. 

"look, I know we've been friends for so long-" 

"Eddie," you say. 

"you probably don't feel the same way because like, why would you-" 

"Eddie," you say again. 

"but seeing you all beautiful and shit tonight made it impossible not to say anything and it's-" 

"Eddie!!" you exclaim, grabbing him by the shoulders. he finally shuts up, looking down at you in surprise. he doesn't think he's ever heard you speak that loudly before. 

your mouth opens and then closes, but you stop yourself from being doubtful. you know that you have to take the step and let go. there's no room for shyness now, not with him.

"I have a massive crush on you too," you say, repeating what he had told you moments ago. 

now it's Eddie's turn to be stunned into silence. he splutters, hands going every which way. he doesn't believe what he's hearing. that you, the prettiest girl in Hawkins, the prettiest girl he's ever seen, could possibly feel the same way about him as he does about you. 

"are you being serious right now?" he asks you, eyebrows raised in apprehension. 

"yes," your answer is resolute and sure. Eddie swallows hard. 

"you like me?" he squints and you giggle at his befuddled state. 

"yes, I like you," you assure him gently. 

"...shit. okay. wow," he laughs breathlessly, "I didn't think you'd actually, uh, y'know-" 

"feel the same?" you finish his sentence. he nods dreamily. 

the two of you sit and stare at each other for a few long moments. you then watch as Eddie situates himself to face you better, leaning in to be close to your face once again. 

"can I, uh, can I kiss you?" he asks you gently, softly. you rarely hear this tone of voice from him, but when you do, it's heaven. 

"I don't know, can you?" you tease, touching your nose to his. he rolls his eyes and scoffs. 

"you shut up," he says and connects his lips with yours. 

his lips are rough compared to your softer ones, but you don't mind. the kiss is shy but intimate, the both of you recognizing that this should've happened much sooner. Eddie's hands wander all over your frame, from your face to your neck down to your waist and back. he makes certain to be gentle, not wanting to scare you away. 

he pulls away for a moment to breathe but wastes no time in kissing you once again, and soon he's pulling you onto his lap. you shudder against him and he sighs into your mouth. he feels like a dream. he's passionate yet careful, and you can feel the neediness in how his lips move against yours. you cup his face with your hands and lean your forehead against his own.

you pull back and desperately try to catch your breath. you look down at Eddie and he's got that familiar grin on his face, a classic Eddie expression. your lipstick is smeared all over his mouth and you giggle at how silly and handsome he looks. 

"shit," he says, swearing being the only thing he can manage to do in the moment, "you're so fucking pretty."

#ok third reposts' the charm #anyway uh first fic on here !!! #hope u eddie lovers enjoyyy #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #katherine's fics ∘˚˳° ♡