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corroded-hellfire · 11 months

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Good Girl - Eddie Munson x Reader

Collaboration with the amazing and wonderful @munson-blurbs 💚

Summary: When Eddie reminds you to take your antidepressants, little does he know that he’s stumbling onto one of your favorite kinks.

Note: This is a reminder to take your medicine if you haven’t today. Make Eddie proud.

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), praise kink, corruption kink, allusion to daddy kink, prescribed use of antidepressants

Words: 2.7k

“You’re seriously trying to tell me that Steven Tyler is better than James Hetfield?” Eddie gawks at you with a disbelieving shake of his head, turning off your Aerosmith cassette in protest.

“I didn’t say that; I said that he has a wider vocal range. Which is factual,” you retort, snapping the tape back in place and cranking up the volume.

But Eddie’s not buying it; he paces around your room and mumbles under his breath dramatically. Spotting the bright orange bottle on your dresser, he snatches it up and shakes it. “I thought these things were supposed to make your brain work better,” he teases. “Are you sure you took them today?”

It’s meant as a lighthearted joke, but his smile falters when he sees your gaze drop from where he’s putting on his little one-man show. “You did take your bye-bye sad pills today, right?”

You roll your eyes and grab the bottle from his grasp. “They’re called antidepressants,” you grumble, making no effort to hide your annoyance, “and, no; I didn’t.”

“I think my name for them makes them a little more fun,” he says as he flops onto your bed. “But why didn’t you take them?”

There’s no sense hiding anything from Eddie; he’s been your best friend for far too long and can see right through you. “I’m tired of having to rely on medication to be less sad,” you admit. “It’s, well, it’s fucking depressing.” The irony isn’t lost on you.

Eddie sighs and lifts himself up on one elbow to look at you. “You know, people need medicine in order for their blood pressure to remain stable. Them not wanting to take the meds isn’t going to do anything except have their blood pressure levels either plummet or go through the roof.”

Tilting your head at Eddie, you shoot him an unamused glare. “My blood pressure is fine.”

“Fine,” Eddie says as he pushes himself up into a sitting position. “Go tell Wayne to stop taking his blood pressure medication because he should rely on his heart the way it is. We’ll see what happens.”

The daggers you’re shooting at Eddie only get sharper because both of you know that you can’t come up with a retort for that. When you don’t soften, not even a bit, Eddie groans and drops his head back.

“C’mon,” he whines. “Be a good girl and take your pills.”

All of the muscles in your body seem to lock as one at the term. Heat begins to crawl its way up your body and you can only pray that it doesn’t appear on your face.

“W-What did you just say?”

“I said,” Eddie starts, as if being annoyed he has to repeat himself, “be a good girl and—oh. Christ, does that…?”

“Shut up,” you snap with far more venom than you intended. “Give me my meds and forget it, okay?”

Eddie’s looking at you like the cat who ate the canary. The smirk on his face is becoming more self-satisfied by the second. “Oh, absolutely not, sweetheart. I just found out that my best friend in the whole world has been hiding her secret kink from me.”

“I said, drop it.” You clench your fists in a feeble attempt to ward off the humiliation. “We’re not fucking, so it’s none of your business what any of my secret kinks are.”

“Kinks? As in more than one? Oh, do go on.” He’s got a shit-eating grin on his face, but it fades when he sees your eyes welling up with the beginnings of tears. “Look, you don’t have to be embarrassed. We all have things that turn us on. Even pure, chaste, little ol’ me.”

Now that makes you laugh. “Okay, Mr. Celibacy over here…tell me one of yours. It’s only fair.”

“I think it would just have you clutching your pearls, Miss Good Girl.” He winces when you give his ankle a playful kick, but he obliges. “Fine, fine.” He puts his hands up in surrender. “I like the idea of corrupting a girl. Sweet thing getting ruined by a freak like me.”

“You don’t get enough of that shit talk from the meatheads at school?” Idiots like Jason Carver seem to have a never-ending list of insulting nicknames for him, with Freak being their go-to.

Eddie shakes his head, frizzy brown curls brushing against his cheeks. “No, this is different. I don’t want to be called a freak. I just think the idea of a nice, innocent girl wanting me to corrupt her is hot.”

“Like…a good girl?” You’re trying to replicate his teasing tone from earlier, but it comes out more salacious. You bite your tongue, though the words have already escaped your lips.

Eddie just chuckles, somehow oblivious to your gaffe. “All right, well played. Laugh it up so we can call it even.”

You unscrew the cap of the bottle and take a pill, washing it down with the water you keep next to your bed. “But, Eds, I took my medicine! See?” You stick out your tongue with an exaggerated aaahh. “Just like a good girl.”

Eddie’s eyes narrow; he’s not sure how to interpret the situation. To be honest, neither do you. “Don’t play this game with me,” he says, suddenly serious. “Because you get to forget all about this, while I’m stuck with blue balls for the rest of the day.”

“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

He nods. “Plenty of experience.” He rubs his sweaty palm along his denim-clad thigh, his eyes never leaving your body.

“Lucky for you, good girls don’t let their best friend walk around with blue balls, do they?” This is it. It’s now or never. You walk over to the bed and straddle his waist, pressing your hands to his chest. His heart is beating a mile a minute.

Any semblance of self-control is gone as Eddie hisses, “They certainly fuckin’ don’t.” His lips crash against yours in a hungrily, sloppy kiss. His palms are on either side of your face as he holds you impossibly close. Whether he realizes it or not, he’s grinding up against you, creating a delicious friction between your thighs.

Eddie wraps a strong arm around your waist and lowers you down to the mattress. Lips never leaving yours, his hands slip up the inside of your shirt, his rough calloused fingers causing goosebumps to break out along your skin. When you’re forced to break apart for air, you take the opportunity to yank your shirt off over your head and toss it somewhere on the floor. Eddie copies your motions, so when he leans back in this time, your bra is the only material between your two chests.

“So pretty,” Eddie mumbles as his kisses move down to your jaw. One of his hands comes up to cup your breast through your black cotton bra. “Such a good girl for me.”

His words have you whining and arching your back. It forces your chest even more into Eddie’s hand, which has him smirking as he runs his nose up to your ear. He places a soft kiss there before reaching down for the button of your jeans.

“You really do like it when I call you that, huh? Tell me, baby, did you ever think about me calling you that before? Lay here at night with your hand between your legs, picturing me calling you my good little girl?”

An almost pornographic moan slips from your lips as he speaks, and you’re barely able to concentrate on lifting your hips up enough for him to pull your jeans and panties off.

“Wanna be your good girl,” you mumble, face heating up at the admission. “Just f’you.”

“Aww, how sweet,” Eddie coos, leaning to capture your lips in another soft, slow kiss. Your hands slide down his pale chest until they rest on the handcuff buckle belt that you’ve stared at so many times, always wondering what it would be like to take it off of him.

“Pants off, Eds,” you say.

“Excuse me?” he says against your mouth. “What was that?”

A small whine tumbles from your lips before you squeak out, “Pants off, please, Eddie.”

“Much better,” Eddie says with a wicked grin. “That’s how good girls get what they want. Take your bra off, baby. I want to see all of you.”

Reaching behind your back to unhook the garment, your eyes never leave Eddie’s form as he strips himself of his jeans and boxers. All the times you’d imagined Eddie naked in your bed…they didn’t do the real thing justice. He’s long and wider than you expected, and even more mouthwatering than you could’ve hoped for.

“Staring, huh?” Eddie says and you can hear the smirk in his voice before you even look up to see it confirmed on his face. “I’m flattered, sweetheart.”

“‘S bigger than I imagined,” you admit shyly. “Need—I mean, can you please use your fingers first?”

Eddie nods, running his pointer and middle fingers through your wet folds before pushing them inside you. “Aw, y’already soaked for me, baby? Barely even touched you.” He continues fingering you as he nips at your earlobe. “Y’sure you’ll be able to take my cock, pretty girl?”

The nicknames have your head spinning. “Y-yes, sir,” you choke out, whimpering when he stops moving his thick digits.

“Well, shit,” he says with a small chuckle. “Looks like you’ve unlocked a kink I didn’t even know I had.” He looks deep into your eyes as he orders, “call me ‘sir’ again.”

“Yes, sir,” you manage, feeling his thumb making slow circles over your clit. “Anything f’you. I’m a good girl f’you, sir.”

Eddie growls as he slides down so his nose is level with your sex. “Not a good girl. You’re my good girl.”

“Your good girl. Only yours, fuck!” You yelp loudly as he starts sucking on your swollen bud, simultaneously fucking you with his fingers. Your legs tremble, which he takes as a sign to lap at your pussy with more vigor. “R-right there, sir. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop, sir.” You sound pathetic, but it’s working for both of you.

You feel the pressure mounting in your core as your orgasm washes over you. “I’m cumming, holy fucking shit, I’m fucking cumming—” But just as the coil begins to snap, he pulls away from you, chin shiny with your slick.

“What the fuck?”

“Ah ah,” Eddie chides. “Good girls wait so we can cum together.” He spits on his hard cock, fucking into his fist a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. “Y’okay?” he asks, pushing the tip in only after you give him a resounding yes. The feeling of him inside you is one of ecstasy, and you wrap your legs around his to pull him impossibly closer. No one has ever filled you the way he has; no one has ever stretched you so deliciously.

“Eddie,” you murmur into the crook of his neck. His hands grip your hips as he buries himself within your walls. “I-I mean, sir, y’feel…fuck…feel s’good.”

“Me?” Eddie laughs incredulously as he continues thrusting into you. “No, baby. Nothing compares to how good you fuckin’ feel. Nice an’ tight, aren’t you, angel?”

The new nickname sends shivers of pleasure down your spine, and you bite your lip as you squeak out an agreement.

“Tell me, my sweet girl,” Eddie growls, cock twitching within you, “what would your friends think if they knew the freak was balls deep in your pussy right now?”

You can only moan in response, and Eddie beams at your apparent wordlessness.

“Fucked the words right out of you? Cute little head of yours can only think about my cock, hm?”

“Feels…feels…” You wrack your brain for any descriptors for the waves rippling through your body, but you come up empty-handed; rather, empty-headed.

Eddie’s all-too amused by this, pistoning his hips as he beckons, “Come on; good girls use their words. How’s it feel, baby?”

“So good, Eds. Y’make me feel so good.” It’s barely two sentences, but it placates him.

“Aw, you like the way my cock makes you feel?” A sneer crosses his face. “Like when the freak’s cock splits you open? How about when I do this?”

Before you can register his words, he’s bringing his thumb to your already overstimulated clit and rubs it while fucking you. “I know you like that, angel. Can feel you getting tighter around me. Fuck, anyone make you feel this good before?”

“N-No, just you,” you manage, another wanton moan escaping your lips.

“Good girl, using her words f’me.” Your pussy clenches at the praise, spurring Eddie on further. “Just wanna wreck you. No one else can have you but me.”

“Only yours,” you slur in your cock drunk state. Every nerve in your body feels alive as Eddie pounds into you. Your eyes flutter closed so when Eddie leans down and flicks his tongue over one of your nipples, it surprises you. “Oh!”

“Can’t forget about these gorgeous tits, baby girl,” Eddie purrs. “They deserve some love as well.” He laves his tongue up and down the swell of your breast before sucking the nipple into his mouth. A new decibel of a whimper leaves your throat, and it has Eddie smirking around the hardened bud in his mouth.

Your hand comes up and tangles in Eddie’s hair, fingers ever so lightly digging into his scalp as he gives your nipple a particularly harsh suck. He pulls off with a pop, hips still pounding into yours vigorously. The motion of your bodies causes your bed to shake and your headboard to bang repeatedly and obnoxiously against the wall.

Eddie gives the same attention to your other breast, exploring the soft skin with his tongue and lips before ravishing your nipple. It only adds to the intense pressure that’s already built up in your core.

“Ed—Sir, please. I need—”

His teeth grazing your nipple has your sentence ending with a strangled gasp.

“I know what you need, baby,” Eddie coos, leaning up to hover his face over yours. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. Letting the freak use your tight little pussy. And you enjoyed it, didn’t you, sweet thing?”

“Yes,” you whine, practically a sob. “S-Sir?”

“What is it, princess?” Eddie asks, teeth clenched as he tries to stave off his impending orgasm.

“Want you to cum inside me.”

“Fuck,” he growls. It takes him a second to regain enough composure to be able to respond. “Yeah? That’s what my good girl wants? To have the freak’s cum deep inside of her? Want to feel it dripping out of you and down your legs? Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll fill you up nice and good.”

Eddie bucks his hips a few more times before he cums, fucking his spend up into you with primal groans. “Take it—fuck, take my cum. Jus’ like a good girl.” He doesn’t stop until he’s soft and panting, flopping onto your chest without daring to pull out.

The two of you lay there for a moment, catching your breaths and relishing in the post-sex glow. A post-sex glow that you’re sharing with your best friend. Your best friend, Eddie Munson, just had his dick inside you while you called him ‘sir’ and he called you ‘good girl.’

“Um, Eddie?” you manage, and he lifts his head as he finally withdraws and lays down next to you. “What…what exactly did we just do?”

“Well, when two people love each other…” He starts to tease you, but his face blanches when he realizes what he’s just implied. “I mean, like, as friends…”

“Right. When two people really love each other as friends, they discover each other’s kinks and have mind-blowing sex.”

Eddie wiggles his eyebrows. “Mind-blowing, huh? You know that flattery works with me.”

“‘M serious,” you say, trying to redirect the conversation back to your original thought. “Where do we go from here?”

He considers this, tongue poking out between his lips in contemplation. “I’m spent; you wore me out with your insatiable appetite for lust.” He chuckles as you flip him off. “So I say we take a nap, and when we wake up, we can see what other kinks we wanna explore.”

“What other kinks do you have?” You rest your head on his chest and snuggle in as he wraps a protective arm around you, kissing the top of your head.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he taunts, yawning as he says it. “Sweet dreams, angel.”

“Sweet dreams, Daddy.”

“Oh, fuck me.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #Eddie Munson fic

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judasofsuburbia · 9 months

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it's a bad idea, right?

steddie toxic exes au. based off olivia rodrigo's new song.

“Shut it off,” Eddie whines groggily into Steve's ear.

Steve's eyes open up to the incessant ringing of his phone. He reaches over to pick it up off the nightstand, effectively getting out of Eddie's grasp. Eddie makes a disgruntled noise but doesn't protest further.

It's Robin.

“Oh shit,” Steve grumbles as he sits up completely and answers it.

“Dingus! You're up, oh my god, finally. The girls and I are ready for the museum thing whenever you are. Though, I suggest that we go like right now because the lines are gonna get ridiculous and we're most definitely going to hit traffic going into the city and who knows if the teens have eaten anything so we might have to stop at McDonald's too. I have enough to get a bunch of sausage biscuits, could you cover the coffees? Maybe El is responsible and has money but I don't trust that Erica and Max do. I'll make sure they don't get any fancy frappes or anything—”

Robin continues at a mile a minute and Steve's brain is trying desperately to catch up. He rubs a hand over his tired eyes and sighs.

“I can probably bus to your house if that would be easier.”

That gets Steve's attention. His eyes shoot open as he says, “No, no Robin. I'll come get you. Don't even worry about it.”

“Oh, okay,” Robin agrees easily. “You good dude? Sleep like the dead last night?”

“Something like that,” Steve grumbles. “Look I'm gonna need like half an hour to get ready. I'll text you when I'm near your apartment.”

“It's just a Wonder Woman exhibit. Don't get fussy with your outfit.”

“Uh huh, okay,” Steve replies. He starts to roll out of bed but Eddie catches him, yanking him closer.

“Where do you think you're going?” Eddie rasps, sending shivers down Steve's spine. He couldn't get wrapped up in that too long though because all he hears is Robin's responding gasp through the receiver.

“Half an hour, love you, bye!” Steve shouts, hanging up hurriedly.

Eddie chuckles into Steve's neck, successful in pulling Steve back into his hold. Steve's weak to do anything but sink into it.

“You haven't told them, have you?” Eddie asks, pressing a kiss to the back of Steve's neck.

“There's nothing to tell,” Steve argues.

Eddie laughs again, dragging Steve's ear lobe with his teeth. “You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”

Steve does manage to get out of Eddie's apartment and back home in time to slip on some clean clothes, spritz himself in cologne, and get out of the door. Thank fuck for fall because the turtleneck he grabs covers the number Eddie did on his neck. He wishes he could get the phantom press of his lips and teeth out of his head.

He picks up the teenagers first. They're easy because they all were spending the night at the Sinclairs. He thought he could put off his death a little bit longer. He was wrong.

The girls are giggling as they clamor into the backseat and Steve is immediately on edge.

“You're so fucking dead, dude,” Max declares as Steve backs out of the driveway.

Steve smiles tightly at her through the rearview mirror. “And who said anything to you?”

The girls are giggling again. It grates every nerve in Steve's body.

“Mike overheard Nancy and Robin on the phone. He texted us. It probably wasn't very nice,” El says, at least sounding a little bit guilty. Steve shoots her a sympathetic look.

It's not her fault he fucked up, again.

“Great,” Steve grits. “That's fucking fantastic.”

Steve pulls up to Robin's apartment, tense and seconds away from wincing when he sees her stomp out the front door. She plops into the front seat and the whole car goes quiet.

“You look nice,” Steve tries.

“Breakfast is on you,” Robin replies.

“Yeah, I figured,” Steve mumbles.

Everyone is happily sipping their fancy frappes. Everyone except Robin of course who has managed to not dig into him in front of the teens but he knows it's coming. Like a storm about to brew.

Steve tries not to think about how Eddie tasted like caramel as they made out because he's quit smoking and sucks on candies instead. He's torturing himself with the caramel frappe in his hand but he can't help it. He craves it more than he should.

They get their tickets and the teens run ahead of them, checking out all the cool displays. Steve starts to walk in front of Robin but he gets yanked back.

“Did you just...trip and fall into his bed? Or is this a repeat offense?” Robin asks with a cool, casual tone.

“I...” Steve stutters, taking a sip of his drink that's long gone to buy him time. All it buys him is a loud empty slurping sound.

“You said you were falling asleep early last night,” Robin states.

“And I did! I was asleep just...not in my bed.”

Robin scoffs. “What was it this time? Eddie looking to reconnect?”

Steve's lips turn into a frown. As much as Steve likes to believe he's above Eddie's words and affection, it truly does not take much to break him. He and Eddie dated casually for about a year. Steve wanted to be serious but Eddie's band was about to take off and he didn't want any strings tying him to Chicago. Steve painfully decided to end it, decided he needed more than “I promise you're the only one I'm sleeping with”. Eddie's band did kind of take off. But not enough to get Eddie out of Chicago. And out of Steve's brain, apparently.

“I only see him as a friend,” Steve lies through his teeth.

“Do I look stupid to you?” Robin asks with a tilt of her head, eyebrows raised.

“No,” Steve emphasizes. “But we...we're not back together or anything.”

“I don't think you were ever together to begin with.”

“Okay. Ouch.”

“I'm serious, dingus. You were not good after that breakup, or whatever you want to call it. I just don't want to see you get hurt again.”

Steve lets out a long sigh, tossing his frappe into the trash, and leaning up against the wall. He watches as fans of Wonder Woman roam the museum, some of them dressed up for the occasion. He's happy he's here, happy he got to take the girls here, but he knows he'd rather be somewhere else. He feels guilty for that.

“I fucked up, okay?” Steve admits defeatedly.

Robin leans her head on his shoulder. “I know you did. I know you know you did. Question is: is this going to be repeated?”

“No,” Steve says. He doesn't believe it and he can tell by Robin's huff that she doesn't either.

“Gimme your phone,” Robin says.

“What? Why?”

“Just hand it over.”

Steve holds his phone to his chest. Looks at Robin seriously. “Don't tell him off or something. Don't read our texts!”

“Ew, I don't want to read your texts,” Robin sneers as she takes the phone from his hands. “I'm just gonna change his contact name.”

Steve looks over her shoulder and sees her typing “DONT PICK UP IGNORE IGNORE IGNORE” is now Eddie's contact name.

“Surprised you didn't just delete it,” Steve mumbles, wincing because maybe he shouldn't have given her that idea.

“Because I know you have it memorized. No use blocking his number either because he has your socials. But take this as a reminder that you deserve better than him.”

Steve's mouth opens and closes, an argument dying on his tongue. It's not that Eddie is a bad person, necessarily. He's a little much sometimes but deep down, he is rather sweet. Very nerdy, very animated. Very thoughtful. It's like he could make the perfect boyfriend if he just let go of his inability to commit to anything that's not his music. But Robin's right. Steve is monogamous at heart and deserves more.

So tell him why he’s standing outside of Eddie’s door not even three days later?

Eddie answers with a shining smile that has Steve clenching his fists.

“Next time, you’re coming to my place,” Steve states as Eddie pushes him up against the door. Eddie drags his tongue up Steve’s neck, causing his knees threatening to buckle.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Eddie answers.

Steve doesn’t hear anything else beyond moans and incoherent ramblings. It’s like the second Eddie gets his hands on him his brain goes “Blah, blah, blah.”

#they wouldn't leave my brain ever since i heard the song yesterday #this may become something one day but i am starting wips like it's my fucking JOB i just need to finish something #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie au #emily writes

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lvrsparadise · 8 months

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hii! can you do matt sturniolo x reader where reader has a bad day and just breaks down in matts arms and he comforts reader?

Hii lovely anon!! Of course! ♡

I'LL ALWAY BE HERE - M.S

Synopsis - Request!

Warnings! - Anxiety, some weirdo, crying, kissing, sad R, we love a supporting boyfriend, fluff.

A/N - I love this request! See I love people who can just write straight to the point, but I have to explain and add the details because I feel like everyone needs to know what's happened in the background, to lead up to the starring moment. I don't know why my brain works that way but, I hope you like it anon!! ♡♡

Why did today have to be so stressful?

First, I was late to work. Then, while at work, some drunk guy outside kept hitting on me and multiple other females. Also, I dropped an entire tray of drinks, all over myself.

Oh, and don't even get me started on what happened before work!

My roommates dog pissed all over my room and took a shit next to my bed. Leaving me to step in it when I woke up. And I ran out of shampoo as well. Also, my professor for my English lit class is failing me because I didn't use proper punctuation in my essay. Pretty petty if you ask me.

My phone wouldn't charge. My laptop wouldn't turn on. And I'm pretty sure my TV's broken as well. So fun! Not.

I decide to forgo heading back to my place, and drive straight to my boyfriend's house, in desperate need of... I don't even know.

I pull into the driveway and get out of my car in record time, making it to their door quickly.

I fumble with my keys trying to find the spare they gave me when they first moved into their house.

Finally, I find the key and unlock the door. I sigh in relief at the comforting smell of my best friend's house. I kick my shoes off and start my ascent up the stairs to the living room.

"Honey! I'm home!!" I say in a funny voice as I walk into the living room, where only one of the three are. The person I'm looking for, not in sight.

"Oh, hey. I thought you were closing tonight?"

"I did. My manager told me to close early because no one was coming in."

"Fair point." As if Nick can sense my anxiety and stress, which is probably radiating off of me like a beacon, he points to Matt's room.

"He's streaming right now."

"Thank you thank you thank you." I say as I throw my keys onto the table and walk to Matt's room, knocking on the door before cracking it open and peaking my head inside.

He snaps his head in my direction, having heard me opening his door. I smile sheepishly at him as I walk in and shut the door behind me.

He slides his headphones off his head and swivels his chair to face me.

"Hey. I thought you were closing tonight?"

"I did. I just closed up early because no one was coming in."

"Oh okay. I'm streaming, do you want to say hi?"

I nod with the best smile I can muster. I lean into the cameras frame smiling at the viewers.

"Hey guys!" I wave to the camera with one hand while the other hold onto the back of Matt's chair like a lifeline.

Chat's going a thousand miles per hour at the sight of me. Most of them commenting on how Matt was looking at me.

"I think I'm going to end stream here guys. Bye chat. Love you guys."

He quickly ends the stream and turns his monitor and PC off before turning his chair back to me.

"Is everything okay? You look... stressed."

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just had a rough day."

"Are you sure?"

"What do you-?"

Matt stands up and places one hand on my cheek, wiping away a tear I didn't know fell.

"Baby, are you okay?"

I deflate. Like a balloon, at his question. Whatever barrier was holding back the water works, fell. And I can feel the tears falling from my eyes.

"No." The word came out in a sob but was still depictable.

"Come here." Matt mumbles as he wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me closer to him. I wrap my own arms around his torso, balling my hands into the fabric of his hoodie as I sob into his chest.

His chin is resting on top of my head, and occasionally he'll press a kiss to my head as a reminder that he's there.

We stand there, swaying back and forth, for maybe eternity.

"Here's what's going to happen, you're going to shower, get comfy, and I'm going to order food then we'll watch whatever you want. That sound good?"

I nod my head against his chest.

"Yeah."

"Good." We pull back and he wipes away my tears with his thumbs and presses a kiss to my forehead, cheeks, nose, then lips.

He hands me a pair of his sweats, one of his hoodies, and some boxers before ushering me to his bathroom.

As I shower, Matt sits on the floor against the sink, talking to me as I do so. Keeping me company.

After I'm clean and have changed into much comfier clothes, we head back to his room where he turns off the lights and gets the bed set up so that we can cuddle.

Once we're settled in his bed, he turns the TV on and looks down at me.

"What do you want to watch pretty girl?"

"Hmmm. Sing 2."

I nuzzle back into his neck comfortably as he opens Netflix and turns the movie on.

It doesn't matter how many times I watch this movie, the scene near the end where they start the show when the whole theatre becomes the star background, will always amaze me. It's just such a great scene. And the entire show is just amazing.

By the end of the movie, I'm a little tired.

As if on cue,

"You tired?" I hear Matt chuckle and the sensation of it makes me even more tired.

I just nod and almost koala bear around him, earning another chuckle as he slides our bodies down to a laying position and under his comforter.

"I love you."

"I love you too sweet girl." He presses a kiss to my head before wrapping his arms around my waist and I drift off peacefully, feeling more secure in the arms of the one I love most.

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italiansteebie · 11 months

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Love on Screen

Welcome to my Streamer au :-) Episode One, also on ao3 (Preferred format)

Steve sighed as he opened his laptop, clicking on the ‘Youtube’ icon and pulling up his channel. He likes his job, really he does. But so many people do the same thing that he’s honestly running out of ideas. Luckily, his subscribers seem to enjoy the weird ass shit he’s been putting out lately. In the last one, he’d made a bed out of cheese for his cat, the only issue was, was that she wanted to eat it, and if you don’t know, cat’s are lactose intolerant, so what started as a stupid video turned into him vlogging how to clean cat diarrhea of a carpet.

His subscribers thought it was hilarious, paying no mind to his discomfort, moreso worrying about piggy, his cat, and how her tummy was doing. She’s fine. Just a little dramatic. So with a lack of ideas, he goes lives. “Hey. How’s it going, chat? Look, I really need some new ideas because honestly, I’m bombing here.” And like always the chat blew up with responses, ‘call robin!’ and Steve snorted, “call Robin? Fine?” He picked up his phone, tapping Robin’s contact and waiting for it to ring.

“What?”

“That’s real nice, Rob. What a way to answer your best friend.”

“You aren’t my best friend, Nancy is.”

Steve scoffs, “Whatever, say hi to chat!”

“Seriously? This is the content y’all like? God, give him good ones, like getting a life.”

“I have a life, okay? Just because I don’t-”

“Your life consists of bugging me and Nancy, now get off live and think of some real idea’s, Steve!” Her tone was accusatory and Steve didn’t have a chance to answer before she hung up on him. He sighed, looking into the webcam, “Well. You heard her. I’ll talk to you guys later. Bye chat!” He ended the live and shut his laptop with a huff. He pondered for a moment, before deciding to scroll, what better way to come up with ideas than to scan and see what’s trending, right?

He knows it’s a lazy tactic but, hey. He’s been doing this for years, there’s only so many ideas a brain could hatch. Maybe he could play a new game? Nah, he’s played all the good ones. Maybe he could play a really bad one just for giggles, maybe that’d be fun? It’s not fair! Robin and Nancy use their lives as content! Steve’s life was boring! Maybe it was worth a try, and so, a dumb little morning vlog was in the works.

And okay, so it turns out maybe his subscribers are somewhat interested in his life. How was he supposed to know? He wakes up, answers emails, makes breakfast, works out, and that’s it! It wasn’t anything special. He felt… Boring.

And yeah, the video did well but he still felt like he fell flat. He was supposed to be funny! So in his fit of doubt, he decides to scroll a little bit. (A bit of mindless scrolling didn't hurt anyone, right?) Wrong, Steve. It hurt a lot of people. But either way, in his attempt to bury his feelings he came across a video titled “Freak Rage Quits and Then Cries,” and Steve was a little apprehensive. He doesn’t really do the bullying, mean girl content, well, at least not like he used to. (He was a different person then). But he clicked on it anyways, and holy shit. He was funny. And really hot.

And soon enough, Steve fell down a rabbit hole. He couldn’t get enough of this guy, he was cute, and charming, and somehow chaotic in a way that made Steve weak in the knees. (And look, the liking guys thing was relatively new, but the whole ‘attracted to chaos thing’ came out of left field). Well, if he’s being honest, it really didn’t. When he thought he had a crush on Robin it was her chaotic energy that really got to him, which was surprising seeing as his ex before her was very much the opposite. But as it turns out, chaos is like this guys whole brand. Eddie. That’s his name by the way, goes by corrodededdie on twitch, which honestly, fit him perfectly,

Steve didn’t get the guys subscribing count at first, over 1.5 million (which is almost as many as Steve), but he gets it now. He doesn’t understand how someone could make him fall in love, over video. It was a bit ridiculous, really. Luckily for him, corrodededdie struck the inspiration bucket and Steve fell asleep with some new concepts floating around in his head. And yeah, maybe they were a bit more chaotic than what he usually did but… Oh well. Blame it on his new muse.

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Eddie grinned as he waved goodbye to the stream, he’d just finished a 12 hour long long haul that he did on a dare because some troll in the chat said he wouldn’t be able to do it. And well, Eddie runs off spite, so of course he made sure to do it, and do it right.

So here he was, 12 hours later, absolutely exhausted. He’d started the stream at a nice time of 6pm. That meant he’d have to stay streaming and making actual content, not just farting around on his phone, for 12 hours. It seemed easy enough.

It wasn’t.

Right around the eight hour mark he started to get pretty restless. He’d already played all the games he had within his reach like, twice, and he was honestly really sick of talking about himself, so he made the courageous decision to ask the chat for suggestions on what he should do. (That was especially dangerous since at the time he was doing it, which was 2 am, was the time his especially creepy subscribers like to join and torment him by suggesting really gross stuff. And not like eating dog food gross). But luckily someone in the chat, named ‘dustybun04’ came through for him, suggesting a channel by the title of ‘Steve goes to Hell’ and well. Needless to say, it wasn’t what Eddie was expecting with a name like that.

It was mainly this guy doing different hair techniques and making weird shit for his cat. He has to be honest, ‘dustybun04’ really disappointed him. He was under the complete impression that this guy was going to be some metal badass that played COD and killed zombies. But… It wasn’t. “Oh come on, dustybun. This guy?” And the chat lit up.

Dustybun04: watch the one where he makes a chees bed for his cat it made me laugh so hard i threw up.

And that caught Eddie’s attention. So there he was, at 2 am, pseudo stalking this guys channel looking for a very specific video. And he makes sure he’s mic'd up so that the stream could catch his candid reaction. “Mr. Piggyyyy, look at what mommy made you,” and Eddie had to pause the video. The guy called himself ‘Mommy’? Oh god, who was this guy? He snorts, looking at the camera like he’s on ‘The Office’ before turning the video back on. And as much as he hates to admit it, he was crying with laughter by the end of the video.

And so the 12 hour long stream turned into him doing a deepdive review on ‘Steve goes to Hell.’ And he wasn’t disappointed. He could tell that his viewers were ready to move on to something else, but Eddie couldn’t help it. He was just… Enamored with the guy. Eventually though, around the 11 hour mark, Steve ran out of content for Eddie to watch. So he reluctantly decided to bother his best, dear, friend, Nancy. She ran a channel with her girlfriend and they were so disgustingly cute that it almost made Eddie want to barf. He picked up his phone and dialed Nancy, waiting with a mischievous smile on his face. “Eddie? It’s… 5 am, why are you calling me?”

“Say hi to chat!” He cheered, far too loud and excited for the early hour.

“Ugh, Eddie. You’re the worst.”

“You love me, Wheeler.”

“Wha’s goin’ on?” Oh shit. Did he wake up Robin? “It’s just Eddie baby, go back to sleep. You woke up Robin you fucking asshole. I’m going to kill you the next time I see you.” Yep.

She hung up on him with a huff, “Isn’t she a charmer, folks? Okay…. Let’s see.” Eddie muttered to himself, scrolling mindlessly, looking for something to get him through the last 30 minutes. “Okay… Thirty minute stretch guys. What should we do?” And then it happened. ‘Steve goes to Hell has uploaded a new video.’ “Awh, shit guys. Steve goes to Hell has another video,” He dragged out the ‘o’ far too excited for a channel he just found of a guy he knows virtually nothing about. “Wake up with me? Ew. God, he’s so cheesy. Let’s watch” And it turns out it was actually pretty cute.

And yup. There it is. Eddie has a new crush on a guy. A guy who happens to look super hot when he wakes up and by definition out of Eddie’s league. He sits and watches silently, enraptured with the way this guy lives his life, waking up so god damned early. As the video comes to an end, so does the 12 hour stream. “Well, shit guys. We did it. Actually, I did it. You guys did nothing. Anyways. It’s been fun. wheeliemike, suck my dick, and fuck you for saying I couldn’t do this. Alright. Thanks for chilling with me!”

And that brings us up to speed. Eddie slumped back into his gaming chair, breathing out deeply. “Shit. I am never doing that again.” He slid out of his chair and trudged over to his bed, flopping down onto it and groaning loudly. He was just about to succumb to the sweet release of sleep when his phone chimed. ‘Steve goes to hell just subscribed to your channel.’ And oh fuck. Oh fuck, was he watching? Shit. Well. His heart was beating too fast to go to sleep now, may as well instagram stalk the guy. Like all normal people do when they develop a new crush.

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magpiemoon6 · 6 months

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Extraction point

Simon Riley x Y/N

Sad fluff !!!

Warnings: PTSD, depression, mental health issues

( I'm sorry if there is any writing mistakes I'll fix them tomorrow)

Reminder people, you are loved and deserve happiness always <3

A thousand tones feel like it’s on my chest, I cannot breathe. Like the world has chosen this exact moment to swallow me up in my pain and stress. My mind betrays me and falls in its own trap of self-doubt. I’m so far behind where I’m meant to be and the guilt of not living up to my own expectations for my inner child is eating me up. And in this moment every single mistake or failure seems to pile up in my head. I’m drowning even though I’m on land.

But he seems to be a light in my darkness, I need Simon, and before the guilt stops me, I reach for my phone under the pile of covers and duvets. Searching through the stuffy warmth till my hand claps the cold object. Pulling it to my chest, my eyes are swollen from crying and my nose is entirely blocked from my crying till my vision goes blurry.

I search for his name in my phone, I just want to hear his phone, the warmth of his voice is like a drug and the euphoria should shield me from my pit.

Si <3

“Hey, are you free a second? If not no worries x”

I feel so wrong for relying on him, but I promised Simon, that if it gets bad, we won’t shut each other out not again. That we can be each other’s extraction point.

Buzzing snaps me out of my brain unravelling in my hands. He’s calling and my heart drops because if he hears I’ve been crying he will come running and I can’t do that to him. Clearing my throat, I click to answer.

“Hello lovie” Simon says, and it feels like the flood gates are getting harder to hold shut, I just want him here and I’m so fucking selfish for that.

“Hey baby, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have texted you” I respond, I don’t want him to panic so I’m praying that my voice sounds calm, and my breathing is even enough he won’t realise.

“What happened? Tell me please y/n? I’m here” I can hear the anxiousness in his voice creep in, shit he knows and when he says that everything in me that was protecting him from my pain breaks from his kindness.

I’m crying again silent tears and my breathing stops trying helplessly to hold it in.

“I’m fine, I’m fine Simon, it’s stupid I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’m a big girl I just needed to hear your voice,” my voice is breaking as I say it, my grip on my phone is too tight. I need to let go. But I cant.

“Y/n?” the softness in his tone is so different from his voice yet hearing him say my name gives me more comfort than the dozens of duvets on top of me.

“Yes Simon?” I need to get control of my sadness, it kills me knowing he has to hear me like this.

“It’s going to be okay love” and that makes me sob harder, holding the phone away from myself so he is saved from my pain.

“Okay, thank you. Bye Si” and that’s all I can say because if I say anything else it will involve me pathetically asking him over and he deserves better than the mess I am in this moment.

So now I’m sat here in my cold dark room alone. Submerged in my pain. I’m so tired of this, I want to be better, to get better and no more need for meds and therapy and other people to hold me together. I feel pathetic as if I’m dragging on everyone’s life. I want to live without all my sadness.

I’m too sucked into my own depression to hear the door of my flat opening and shutting. Too distracted to recognize the footsteps moving towards my room.

Simon opens the door, and I don’t know how to cope with my emotions. My heart practically burst knowing he came over, giving me some hope that maybe I am worthy of his love. But then he has to see my darkness, the hypocrite I am knowing I’ve seen him where I am and gave him all my love I possibly could.

“Hey love,” he’s quiet even for him, moving through the room like he is terrified he may break something or me.

“You didn’t have too” the guilt stays heavy on my shoulders.

Knowing he is staring at me, someone who is normally so full of light now covered in darkness that fills the room and holds it down. He begins to move onto the bed gently, moving himself silently under the covers with me. My heart hurts. Loving him gives me air in my lungs, everything about him gives me hope and love. I could stare at him for a thousand years and still not get enough.

“Y/n, I love you, okay? I will be here if I’m dead or alive, a million miles away or next door.” Pulling me into his chest, the heat of his body makes the blankets feel cold.

I cant stop crying even if I wanted too, pushing my face into his chest and curling into him, I let him hold me and begin to pull away all the darkness that doesn’t seem to drown me as much now. I feel him large hand begin to gently stroke my hair, moving through it as he soothes soul with his love.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble into his chest, this makes his hand stop its rhythmic pattern of brushing through my hair. Tilting my head to his eyes.

He stares back and I fall in love all over again, those honey eyes are only filled with compassion and understanding. Before him my loneliness was my company, and everything was always so violent. But with him now I’m learning to live without violence and less loneliness.

“What’s our promise?” he asks me, still holding me tightly letting my pain wash away his love flooding me and bring me back to the now.

“That we will always be each other’s extraction point,” the quote we made up before we even started dating. The quote that we held onto before we knew our love wasn’t one sided.

“Exactly,” he says and goes back to stroking my hair and listening to my hiccupping breathing, never judging just existing with me.

“Thank you, I love you” and I mean it, the same way I know he does too. Our darkness still haunts us both, but we have learnt to comfort each other and hold out the light when we need it.

“I love you too”.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #ghost cod #fluff #sad fluff #call of duty #writing #mental health

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saphsturniolo · 1 month

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬.

summary: Y/N was always a bright soul, dancing around to her favorite songs, giggling and singing, till it all came to a stop leaving both matt and Y/N in pain.

genre: angst

cw!: depression, pet names (baby, sweet girl, etc.)

a/n: sorry for ghosting u guys AGAIN 😢 sry this is rly short! 😭😭

2 years ago..

matt’s pov:

i smile widely as i watch Y/N dance around happily, giggling and singing along to good days by sza. my smile never fades as she approaches me and grabs my hand, pulling me out of my seat, causing me to chuckle as she puts her arms around my neck. my hands travel to her hips, a soft grin spread across my lips. “you’re so beautiful baby..” i whisper softly, kissing her cheek as i feel the vibrations of her giggle against my shoulder, causing me to snigger.

i pull away from her face, looking down at her, admiring her features. “come on matt! dance with me!” she giggles, pulling herself out of my grasp as she continues to move around happily. time seems to slow down at that moment, my heart thumping out of my chest, she’s perfect.

present time..

matt’s pov:

i knock on the bathroom door once more. “Y/N? are you okay baby?” i whisper, my voice cracking as a sudden tear trickles down my cheek. Y/N had locked herself in the bathroom all day, not even coming out to eat. i knock again, still i get no answer. my eyes pinch shut, a silent sob escaping my lips, “Y/N, come on please open the door..” i choke out, reaching for the door knob but only to be cut off short when the door creaks open. i look down, seeing my girlfriend with tired and drained eyes. heavy bags under her eyes, dried tear stains sticking to her skin. my eyes fall to the floor, tears pooling in my eyes. “why Y/N.. why?” i sob, pulling her into a tight hug as i sob into her shoulder.

“don’t shut me out again please…” i cry out, my tears dropping to her sleeve, my hand on the back of her head, holding her close. the gentle heartbreaking moment is cut short as she pulls away, pushing past me as she heads for the bedroom. “Y/N..” i whisper, wiping my tears, “what’re you doing baby?”

“taking a drive.” she sighs bluntly, a frown draped across her lips. i watch her every move as she slips her shoes on, grabbing a bag full of her things from the night before, slinging it on her shoulder as she squeezes past me, hurriedly walking downstairs.

“Y/N! where are you going? you.. you can’t just leave!” i call out, falling her downstairs, grabbing her shoulder gently as i turn her around, looking down into her teary eyes. she opens her mouth to speak, hesitating. “matt… i—i think we need a break.. it’s just too much right now, okay?” she whispers, moving out of my gentle grasp on her shoulder. my hearts thumps against my chest, tears threatening to fall at any moment. “but—“ i choke out, watching as she shakes her head, “no matt… it’s what we need, what i need.” she speaks up.

“im sorry matt.. just please give me time..” she whispers, tears slowly falling down her cheeks as i nod softly, feeling her hand cup my cheek as she wipes my tears away, pressing a kiss to my cheek bone. i look down at her as she pulls away, pressing my lips to hers softly. she pulls away after a moment. “bye matt.. i love you.” she whispers, turning around as she walks out the door, leaving me standing there like a lonesome freak. “i love you too..” i mutter under my breath, watching as she drives away in her car.

my heart stops for a moment, tears pooling in my eyes as the trickle down my cheeks quickly, drastic sobs leaving my lips. i feel two hands meet my shoulders, the sounds of my brothers’ voices cloud out my memory, my brain falling quiet.

she’s gone.

a/n: sorry if this like absolutely sucked ass, it was rushed but i’ll prolly edit it late to make it better 😂. 😨 new post tmrw!!!

#livvysturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #the sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo angst #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo

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fics-n-stuff · 2 years

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The Boathouse

Pairing: Eddie Munson × Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: The morning that a body is discovered at the trailer park, Y/N gets a call from someone looking for Eddie and decides to tag along with the search. They find him hiding out and, despite the supernatural revelations that they're introduced to, Y/N is ready to support Eddie through this.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Eddie Munson has me in chokehold. This is the first fanfic I've finished in months and it's all because of this metalhead nerd. Also, a chunk of this is dialogue lifted from the show but it gets original afterwards I promise.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Who-?”

“Do you know Eddie Munson?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Do you know where he is?”

You removed the phone from your ear for a moment and looked at it, puzzled, as if you could see the boy whose voice was coming down the line.

“No. Why are you asking? And who are you?”

“When was the last time you heard from him?”

“I’m not answering your questions until you answer mine.”

“I’m Dustin, I’m a friend of Eddie’s and I’m trying to find him. When did you hear from him last?”

“Yesterday, right after school. He called me from the pay phone outside. We were supposed to meet up last night but he never showed, I tried to call but nobody answered. I was gonna check on him this morning but then I saw the news... this doesn’t have anything to do with that, does it?”

Your mind had been reeling since you’d seen the news report. You had been ready to jump in your car and drive to the trailer park, but your mom had convinced you not to go. She told you that the police wouldn’t let you through anyway, and Eddie’s uncle would have called you if it had been him. You had let yourself be convinced, too terrified to believe that the Hawkins High student they had found was Eddie, but now that this boy was calling you looking for Eddie you felt that terror spark up again.

“Hello? Hello?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, still here.”

“I was asking if you have any idea where he could have gone.”

“No, I don’t know. Why are you looking for him? You don’t think he’s hurt, do you?”

“No. No this is a, uh, completely unrelated emergency.”

“I don’t believe you. Where are you calling from? If you find him I need to know.”

“Uh... yeah, if we find him I’ll tell him to call you.”

“No, Dustin, I will help you look for him. I just need to see him, okay? I need to know he’s alright.”

“Look, I gotta go. I’ll tell him to call you, okay? Okay, bye.”

“No! Dustin!” You yelled into the phone, but he had already hung up. You slammed the phone back onto its unit and started pacing the living room. You racked your brain, trying to remember the background noise from the call and make out anything being said.

You paced for a good couple of minutes before you figured it out. You had heard someone ask a question about some movie, and a bit later heard a number that you now realised was a price. Putting two and two together, you realised he had to be calling from the movie rental store and didn’t waste a second grabbing your car keys and heading out.

You didn’t live far from the little strip mall where Family Video was and you drove way over the speed limit on your way there, so you arrived in under ten minutes. You swung you car door shut and stormed up to the store, pushing the door open with purpose and marching up to the counter.

“Welcome to Family Video. My name is Steve, how can I help you?” The very familiar man behind the counter said.

“I’m looking for a Dustin. Is he here?” You asked flatly. Steve’s eyebrows rose and he turned around to where his co-worker and two kids were all on separate phone calls.

“Henderson.” He called, and the younger boy raised his hand to tell him to wait. Steve turned back to you with a shrug. “Anything I can do in the meantime?”

“Not interested, Harrington. Your friend back there is looking for Eddie, I wanna be there when he finds him.”

“Uh, why?”

“Because I’m worried about him.”

“Why? Oh, because of the murder?”

“Yes, because of the murder. Eddie lives in that trailer park.”

“What do you want, Steve?” Dustin asked as he came over.

“You’re the one looking for Eddie?” You checked quickly. He turned to you with a slightly shocked face and nodded. “Have you found him?”

“Uh, not yet.”

“Then I’m staying.” You walked around the counter to get behind it and sat down on the floor.

“Whatever, I’ve got a customer.” Steve muttered and walked away.

“I don’t... I don’t think you should stay here. Maybe you could-"

“Look,” You interrupted sternly. “I want to see Eddie. I don't care why you’re looking for him, if you find him then I’m coming with you.” Dustin watched you for a moment, then shrugged and nodded and went back to the phone.

You waited for a while, tuning in and out of all the phone calls going on around you. Every minute felt like an hour, and it seemed like you spent an eternity waiting on the floor behind the counter at Family Video. Steve gave you a brief run down of why they were looking for Eddie – that the ginger girl he introduced as Max had seen Chrissy's body in his trailer that morning after seeing them go in together last night and they were trying to prove that he didn’t do it and figure out what actually happened – which only made you more nervous and impatient to find him.

What you and Eddie had was officially undefined, but you were about as close to dating as two people could be before they had to label the relationship. And it wasn’t just a physical thing, you cared about Eddie and he cared about you. He cared about you more than anyone else in your life cared about you. You couldn’t bare to lose him.

“Hey guys, I might have a lead.” Max said as she hung up her phone.

“Seriously?” Dustin questioned hopefully.

“Yeah. Apparently Eddie gets his drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there.”

“That sounds promising. Where does this Reefer Rick guy live?” Robin asked. You recognised her from the high school band.

“That’s the thing, no one knows.”

“I know.” You spoke up. All three of them turned to you and you stood up from the floor. “I’ve driven him a few times but I didn’t know he ever crashed there.”

“Great, where is it?”

“2121 Holland Road.”

“That’s out by Lover’s Lake.” Dustin said.

“Middle of nowhere.” Max added.

“It’s a perfect place to hide.” Robin finished.

The next thing you knew, Steve and Robin were closing up shop and all five of you were piling into Steve Harrington’s car, a place you never in your life thought you would be. When you got to Reefer Rick's house you all crowded the front doorstep while Dustin repeatedly rang the doorbell and screamed for Eddie or Rick to answer the door.

“Hey, guys?” Max called, having wandered away when no answer came. You all followed her out to the side of the house and followed her gaze to the big metal boathouse behind the house.

The other four went in while you stayed outside, checking out the backdoor to the house and any spots that might give you a hint as to whether Eddie was there. When you heard yelling, you ran around from where you had made your way to the other side of the house and burst through the door to the boathouse. The sight that greeted you made you stop in your tracks.

Eddie had Steve pinned against the wall with a broken bottle against his throat. Robin and Max watched on in fear as Dustin tried to talk Eddie down, convincing him that they were on his side.

“Eddie.” You said, barely loud enough for your voice to carry across the room but Eddie heard you. His head turned to face you at lightning speed, and when his eyes locked with yours, he took a step back, letting go of Steve as the bottle dropped out of his other hand and onto the floor. He turned so his back was against the wall and slowly lowered himself to the ground. You were moving before you realised it, running across the space, pushing the others out of the way, until you got to him. You crouched down in front of him, carefully resting one of your hands on his as you took in the look of terror on his face. “Eddie, are you okay? Are you hurt?” You asked, and he shook his head ever so slightly.

“Eddie, we just want to talk.” Dustin said, crouching down beside you.

“We wanna know what happened.” Robin added. Eddie turned to look at her, the vacant stare leaving his face as he went to reply.

“You won’t believe me.” He said.

“Try us.” Max replied. Eddie furrowed his eyebrows at her, taking her in for a long moment before nodding slightly. He shook your hand off of his and shuffled away to take a seat on a nearby stool. You moved back, since he seemed to want some space, and joined the others across from him. Max continued: “What happened after you and Chrissy went into the trailer? How did it all start?”

You listened in disbelief as Eddie recounted the events of the previous night. None of it made any sense, but the look on Eddie’s face made you know he had to be telling the truth, or at least his true account of what he remembered. You made yourself not try to rationalise the impossible, supernatural things that Eddie was describing. You tried, and likely failed, not to show your horror on your face, but when you looked around at the others they looked almost unfazed.

“You all think I'm crazy, right?” Eddie said with a scoff once he finished telling the story.

“No. We don’t think you’re crazy.” Dustin replied, unnaturally calm after what you had all just heard.

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds.”

“We’re not bullshitting you.” Max said.

“We believe you.” Robin affirmed.

“Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little... difficult to take.” Dustin said gently.

“Okay.” Eddie blinked.

“You know how people say Hawkins is... cursed? They’re not way off. There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours.”

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asked. You were too stunned to ask any questions of your own, just watching Dustin and his friends' calm and serious expressions.

“There are some things worse than ghosts.” Max replied softly.

“These monsters from this other world... we thought they were gone. But they’ve come back before. That’s why we needed to find you.” Dustin continued explaining.

“If they’re back again, we need to know.”

“That night, did you see anything?” Robin asked.

“Dark particles maybe?” Max added.

“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust.” Dustin said.

“No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh... or touch.” Eddie said, shaking his head. “You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn’t move. It was like she... she was in a trance or something.”

“Or under a spell.” Dustin suggested.

“A curse.”

“Vecna's curse.”

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve asked.

“An undead creature of great power.” Dustin answered.

“A spell caster.” Eddie added.

“A dark wizard.”

“What the fuck are you all talking about?” You asked, finally regaining the ability to summon words. Everyone turned to look at you, as if only just remembering that you were there at all. “There are monsters from another world, and they’ve been here before? Why the fuck are you the ones that know about all of this?”

“It’s complicated.” Steve said.

“It all started a few years back, when Will Byers went missing. You remember, right?” Dustin said, and you nodded. “Well, that was when the first monster came through and it took him. It was us trying to find him that led to us finding out about the other world.”

“And we kind of got pulled in along the way.” Max added, gesturing to herself and Robin.

“So you’ve dealt with this shit before? Creatures going around and killing people with magic? What the fuck is a dark wizard? You’re talking about this Vecna thing like it’s established knowledge.”

“Vecna is a DnD villain.” Dustin said. “It’s just an analogy, a way for us to put a name to the monster and know what we’re facing. We’ve dealt with monsters from the other world before but... I think this is something new.”

“So then what are we gonna do?” You questioned.

“We’re gonna fight it, but first we need to figure out how.” Dustin answered.

“We need to get Nancy.” Max said.

“Yeah, you’re right. Nance will know what to do.” Steve nodded.

“Eddie, you stay here and lay low. Take this.” Dustin said and handed over a big walkie talkie. “Keep it on that channel, this way we can keep in touch. We’ll be back soon.” He got up and headed for the door, the other three doing the same.

“Y/N, are you coming or staying?” Robin asked, pausing at the door.

“Staying.” You answered. She nodded and gave a small smile before leaving and closing the door behind her. You craned your neck to watch through the window as they all got back into Steve’s car and drove away.

“You believe all of this?” Eddie asked. You turned to face him. He was fiddling with his sleeve anxiously.

“I guess I’m gonna have to.” You replied with a shrug. “They didn’t seem like they were lying or crazy, and that would be a weird group to team up if it was a lie.”

“What about me?” He mumbled.

“Well, you always seem crazy.” You joked lightly. He breathed a half hearted laugh, not that you had expected him to laugh at all, and looked down at the floor. You lifted up to your knees and crawled over to kneel in front of him. Gently, you took one of his hands in yours. “I believe you, Eddie.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“Of course not. Eddie, I’ve known you for six years and I know you wouldn’t lie about something like this. And with everything that Dustin and his friends said, well, believing you is the easiest part of all this.”

Eddie nodded a little, finally holding your hand properly. He took a deep breath, his head still hung low and refusing to look at you. You could feel his hand shaking slightly in yours, the fingers on his other hand twitching nervously.

“When you heard about Chrissy, did you... did you think...” He paused and took another deep breath, his free hand turning into a fist as he steadied himself. “I was scared that you would think I did it.”

“What? No! No, Eddie, I would never think that. The thought never even crossed my mind.” You assured, squeezing the hand of his that you were holding and your other hand flying up to cup the side of his face. You gently tilted his head up to look at you, and you could see his eyes shining with tears that hadn’t yet fallen. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks, I know you would never do this.”

“Okay.” He whispered. You gave him a comforting smile, your thumb brushing softly over his cheek bone.

“Everything’s gonna be alright in the end. I can feel it.” You said. He licked his lips and nodded slightly. “Now, that kid Dustin. You know him from Hellfire Club, right?”

“Yeah, Hellfire Club.” Eddie nodded with a chuckle.

“And he’s friends with Steve ‘The Hair' Harrington?”

“Yeah, he is. Practically worships him, in fact.” He pushed the stool aside and joined you on the floor, leaning his back against the wall and stretching his legs out in front of him. “I don’t get it, but if they’ve been fighting monsters together for three years I guess there must be just cause.”

“I got in the back of Steve Harrington’s car to get here. Do you know how weird it felt to get into that car? His backseat has been an infamous location since he got his car when we were sixteen.” You laughed, and Eddie laughed along with you for a moment before he got serious again. There was a stretch of silence while you waited for him to say something, not wanting to push

“I should have graduated with you last year.” He mumbled. “We could have gone travelling the country like we planned and we wouldn’t be going through any of this.”

“Don’t blame yourself for this, Eddie.” You told him. “Whatever’s going on is out of our control. And this past half a year has been good. You got your Tuesday gigs at The Hideout and I got a chance to take a course at the community college. The world will be waiting for us after you graduate this year, and we can do everything we said we would.”

“If we don’t get killed by an interdimensional wizard first. And if I don’t go to jail for Chrissy's murder.”

“We won’t let that happen.” You said adamantly. He scoffed and you frowned. You shuffled closer to him and swung one of your legs over his outstretched ones to kneel over him, straddling his lap without putting any of your weight on him, and held his face in both your hands. “I will not let that happen. If I can tutor you to a passing grade in English then I can do anything.”

His eyes flitted around as he looked over your face. You smiled slightly, trying to be comforting. After a moment you felt Eddie’s hands come up to hold your hips, and you followed as he gently guided you to lower your weight onto him, your hands moving to his shoulders to support your movement.

“I think I love you, Y/N.” He said once you were situated. He bit at his bottom lip, his grip on your hips so light that it was almost like he was afraid to hold you. You blinked, your brain stumbling over the confession for a moment.

“You- I...” You breathed a laugh, unable to form a reply.

“You don’t have to say it back.”

“No! No, I do. I think I love you too.” You said quickly, your grip on his shoulders tightening. “You just surprised me is all. I mean, we’ve been... whatever we are for almost a year now and haven’t even made our relationship official. I didn’t think you would be ready to say it. Why now?”

“Because it’s starting to feel like I’m running out of time to tell you.” Eddie replied softly. You frowned again, bringing a hand up to brush a stray piece of hair away from his face.

“Don’t think like that, Eddie.” You sighed. “You have to have faith that we’re gonna get through this, otherwise there’s no point in trying.”

Eddie gave you a half smile and a weak nod. He brought one of his hands up to cup your jaw, strengthening his hold on your hip with the other. He pulled you in to kiss you, your lips moving together slowly, savouring every moment. Everything seemed to slow down as you leaned into each other, taking this moment to escape the reality of the situation you in and find solace in each other.

“Okay, you know best.” Eddie said as he pulled away, leaning forward to rest his head on your shoulder.

“Don’t I always?” You smiled, playing with his hair. You sat like that for a while, the silence and darkness wrapped around you. Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, hugging you close for comfort. After a few minutes, you spoke up again. “Eddie, I don’t just think that I love you. I do love you. That’s why I need us to get through this. You’re the most important person that I have.”

Eddie pulled you even closer into him and buried his face in your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin there.

“You’re the best person I’ve ever known.” He replied softly. “I love you too.” You hugged him tightly, letting out a long sigh.

“We’re going to be fine, okay?”

“Okay.”

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things season four #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fic #dustin henderson #max mayfield #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot

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slavicviking · 8 months

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Sport's Day (Steddie WIP)

Just a little snippet to entice you because I was (am?) having a writing crisis and this little thing helped me break out of it. Takes place right before summer break in 1985

“Jesus Christ, what the f-“

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” a girl yelps. “I was trying to tie my shoe but I have, like, no coordination so I kind of fell over you? I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry. Balancing on one leg is so much harder than it looks. Like, honestly, how do cheerleaders even do that thing where they-“

“Whoa, hey, it’s fine,” Eddie jumps in before the girl – Robin Buckley, turns out – faints from lack of air. A yellow ribbon hangs limply off her wrist. Maybe it makes him a bad person but there is a sense of relief knowing he will not be the only ‘uncoordinated’ one on the team. Harrington is going to have an aneurysm for sure.

Robin blinks down at him, lips pulling down in a frown. “Oh, it’s you.”

Okay? Mean.

“Yes?” Whatever imaginary comradery Eddie hoped for seems off the table all of a sudden. Well, that’s a bummer. “Why the long face? Not happy to see a fellow nerd on the team?”

“You stepped on my sandwich last week.”

Ah. Well. That would do it, he supposes. The lunch break speeches… they sometimes get a little intense. Eddie gets a little intense, is what the rest of the Hellfire Club would probably say. Eddie’s shoes have known to slam face – sole? – first into the best of what the Hawkins High cafeteria had to offer; which is not saying much, to be completely honest.

“My humble apologies,” he tries a little bow and hopes it comes off as sincere. Buckley looks less than convinced. Tough crowd, what can he say.

“Alrighty, I think that’s all of us,” Harrington’s overly cheery voice thunders somewhere from above him and Eddie, like a moth drawn to a flame, has no other option but to look up. With his hands power-posed onto his sinfully slim waist and the sun positioned perfectly behind him, Steve Harrington seems to have taken it upon himself to alter Eddie’s brain chemistry, braincells leaving left and right, leaking right through his ears, never to be seen again.

“You’re drooling,” Robin’s monotone informs him from his right and he promptly slams his mouth shut, even though he knows the claim is wildly exaggerated. Buckley may be the best or the worst person he’s ever met – he needs to befriend her.

“First up is the relay-race. We need four people. Anyone up?”

Harrington is met with painful silence and that does dim the cheery smile a little bit. Eddie wonders if that is where the King Steve comes out of the hiding, all scary, sharp teeth and disregard of basic human decency. He himself stills, for once not wanting to draw any attention to himself, feeling like a student who doesn’t know the correct answer which, not to brag, if you asked Higgins or any other teacher in Hawkins High, is something Eddie excels in. Curiosity, though, is a fickle thing and he’s fallen victim to it more times that he can count, and so when the uncomfortable silence drowns on, Eddie can’t help but take a look around to meet the Team Yellow, so to speak.

Fred Benson peers at him from his thick glasses. A group of scared freshman cower together. There’s a couple of band kids other than Robin Buckley who forgone glaring at the back of Eddie’s head in order to chew on her lip nervously and stare at the ground. Not a jock in sight.

Steve Harrington couldn’t have landed a worse team if he tried.

Surprisingly he doesn’t look like he’s about to piss himself over it.

Huh.

Probably will post the whole thing tomorrow ok bye

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multiharlot · 2 years

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always yours / steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: you're finally ready for steve to give you the love you've always deserved.

warnings: mentions of abuse, mentions of domestic violence, mentions of symptoms of ptsd, but mostly fluff

part 2 of devil doesn't bargain

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you bounced nervously on your toes as you walked through star court mall. you'd spent almost an entire year getting over what billy did to you. and steve made sure you knew that you should take as much time as you needed to. and that no matter how long that was, he'd still be there.

steve was good at that. reassurance. really good at it. steve was a good person.

he'd driven to your house at 2am when you were afraid to be alone after a nightmare. or when things went bump in the night. he'd grab onto you and hold you in place when people would slam their lockers or classroom doors and you'd flinch back into him. he'd touch you ever so gently when standing with you, like he was making sure you knew he was there. he would try to distract when you billy would come walking down the hall. and you tried your best to make him feel like he was successful at that.

steve quickly learned the things that scared you now, and the things that made you feel better. he made sure to hold your hand a little tighter in crowds, and how to control his volume around you. he'd learned to talk you through his feelings instead of just getting angry and yelling. he made you something warm to drink and brought you your favorite blanket and watched your favorite movie with you when you had bad dreams.

but then there came a time when you slept through the night. and then a time when you didn't flinch at slamming doors. a time when you didn't cry and flinch at someone getting angry.

but there never came a time when you didn't need steve.

and that's what led you here, heading straight to scoops ahoy to see your sailor boy.

"ahoy! would you like to set sail on an ocean of flavor? i'll be your captain ste- y/n?"

you'd paused for a moment before taking in a deep breath and walking towards the service doors beside the counter.

"are you okay? i- mm"

you'd walked up to him and quickly cut him off by grabbing the collar of his uniform and pressing your lips onto his.

steve's heart was practically beating out of his chest and he wanted to squeal and giggle and kick his feet around like a little schoolgirl. but he'd settle for wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. in that very moment, he swore to any god there is that he'd never let you go.

you pulled you head back, a smile on your face as you looked up at him.

"you taste like strawberry ice cream."

"i-it's y-your favorite." steve stutters, his eyes fluttering.

"as cute as this is, please stop it." robin groans from the window behind you.

you jump at the sound of her voice and chuckle awkwardly, stepping back from steve.

"so...maybe we could go on that date now?" you ask.

"yeah. that is...yes....7." steve nods, letting out a breath as he stares at you

"cool, bye robin. bye stevie." you smile, waving at the two of them.

"bye y/n" robin hums while steve just keeps staring at you.

steve watched you walk away and he's pretty sure his entire brain has shut down. his body, even.

"finally." robin smirks, shutting the window, the slamming causing steve to snap out of the trance that you'd put him in.

"she...kissed me." he said, his smile growing wide as he ran his fingers over his lips.

"she kissed me!" he shouted, laughing slightly as he punched his hands up in the air.

"who kissed you?"

he jumped, turning to see mike, will, and lucas standing there staring up at him.

"not even you little shits can ruin my mood right now. you go on ahead to the promised land, boys." he smiled, opening the door for them.

"weird." mike mumbles as the three of them walked past steve towards the employee door that led them to the movie theatres.

"we're going on a date tonight....oh my god we're going on a date tonight."

****

you let out a slow breath as you stood in front of your bathroom mirror to try and calm your nerves. you weren't really sure why you were nervous, but you were.

"you look pretty." your mother smiled as she leaned against the door frame.

"you think so?" you ask, turning around, looking at your mother with hopeful eyes.

"i do. but even if you decided to show up in sweatpants, he'd still think you were the most beautiful girl in the world. it's steve." she smiled as she gently fixed up your hair and placed her hand lovingly on your cheek.

she was right. it was steve. your steve.

you opened your mouth to respond when you heard the doorbell ring.

"go knock him dead." she winked, handing you your bag.

you made your way down the stairs, and your eyes met steve's. who was at the bottom of the stairs, holding two bouquets of flowers, standing next to your father.

"hi." you breathed out.

"hey" he smiled softly at you.

"hello steve." your mother kindly greeted him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"hi mrs. y/l/n. these are for you." he said, handing her the bouquet of hydrangeas.

"you're too kind steve." she smiles, squeezing his cheek gently.

"where are mine?" your father frowns, making steve freeze.

"he's joking" you roll your eyes, and stand in front of steve.

"i'm not, but i'll let it slide this time around." you father glares before your mother grabs his ear, dragging him off.

"home by 10!"

"yes sir!" steve shouts back at your father.

steve looks down at you and you feel your cheeks heating up.

"you look beautiful"

"so do you" you smile, and he chuckles.

"these are for you" he hands you the bouquet of arranged flowers, showcasing your favorite flower.

"thank you" you gush, leaning down to sniff the flowers before quickly sneezing.

"you always try smelling flowers when all they do is make you sneeze like crazy."

you just shrug, placing the flowers in the side table and grab his hand.

"starting off our first date by insulting me, interesting choice." you quirk your eyebrow, stepping out of the doorway of your house

"i can insult my girlfriend whenever i want." he smirks, making you freeze in your tracks.

"your what?"

he looks down at you, grabbing your chin and meeting you at eye level.

"my girlfriend." he smirks, leaning forward and pressing a gentle peck on your lips and then walking off, stepping into his car as he leaves you to process what he just said.

"then...that makes you my boyfriend......since when!?" you argue as you run after him towards his car.

he puts the key in the ignition and looks over at you, a short chuckles leaving his lips.

"oh please, i've always been yours. and i didn't feel like waiting around letting more time pass that you weren't mine...i mean, if you want to be of course." he turns towards you, the confession slipping past his lips so smoothly.

your eyebrows crunch together as you stare at him, you reach up and push a piece of hair out of his eyes.

"you should know the answer to that...i will always be yours, steve harrington."

he just smiles, grabbing your chin and giving you a short but sweet kiss. he both pull away smiling at each other before turning back forwards, backs against the seats.

"so, where're we going?" you ask, buckling your seatbelt as he begins backing out of your driveway.

"lovers lake"

"steve!"

"i'm kidding i'm kidding. we're seeing a movie. i get a great discount."

"you don't even work there?"

"i don't. but i still get a great discount."

"steve harrington you are not sneaking us into a movie for our first date."

"what? you love a good bargain deal."

"i hate you."

"no you don't."

"yeah...i don't."

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lewmagoo · 1 year

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it's me, hi! i'm the whore it's me!

so today I feel like I just want Rhett to literally just bring me to my knees to make me a mindless cock-slut. is that too much? i don't know, but I truly want the imprint of the old wooden floors to make my knees ache from how long i'm blowing that man okay bye

oh bitch you're speaking my language.

he could see how overwhelmed you were. it had been a difficult week, and you needed a break. but you kept going. working yourself ragged, pushing and pushing and pushing until you were ready to drop. and while he admired your work ethic, he also knew when enough was enough. you didn't want to ask him to intervene because you didn't want to be a burden. but you could never be a burden to him.

it was moments like these where he took it upon himself to step in. and all it took was a single snap of his fingers. your gaze snapped to him, and you saw him pointing to his feet. you were so conditioned to that snap that you knew what it meant, and your knees were already going weak. wordlessly, you dropped. and although you were halfway across the room from him, you found yourself crawling to him.

rhett sucked in a breath as he watched you, your utter submission stealing the oxygen from his very lungs. within moments, you'd reached him, and you straightened, letting your hands rest upon your thighs as you looked up at him expectantly. he smiled softly, reaching a large, warm hand down to lovingly stroke your cheek. "you're strugglin', ain't ya, baby?" he asked. a whimper escaped the back of your throat as you nodded. he hummed, "poor thing. wan' daddy to take your mind off it?"

"please," you gasped. rhett nodded, his hand moving lower so you could suckle at his thumb for a moment. "don't you worry, rose petal. i got ya." in an instant, you began to visibly relax, because you knew he had it handled. he let you have his thumb for a moment longer as he unbuckled his belt with one hand. he pushed his jeans down just far enough, and at the sight of his cock, barely concealed by his boxers, you wined, already pulling off of his thumb in search of it. "hold your horses there, girl. i'm gettin' it."

he pushed the fabric down, and your previous whine turned into a loud, low whimper. your hands twitched in your lap with the need to reach out and touch it. he moved to stroke himself to full hardness, but you protested. "i wanna do it, daddy," you said. he lifted his hands and allowed you to step in. he watched in awe as you reached out to run your palm over the silky skin, letting out a happy purr. taking hold of the semi hardness, you leaned closer and offered a kitten lick to the tip. you savored the saltiness, but there was something underlying, a taste that could only be described as rhett. you loved it.

"that what you needed, baby?" he cooed as you happily suckled and kissed at his quickly hardening shaft. you didn't want to pull your mouth away to answer, so you simply replied with a pleased "mhm!" as you went about your business. rhett couldn't help but marvel. it amazed him how easy it was for you to shut your brain off when you were like this. all it took was his cock in your mouth and you were content, mind blank, existing not just to pleasure him, but to soothe yourself. you loved the taste of him. you loved his scent. musky but slightly sweet. you loved the feel of him. silky and hard, veins running just beneath the delicate skin.

"thank you daddy," you murmured against him, "love your cock so much." and it punched the breath right out of his chest. "you're welcome baby. so good for me, yeah? stay like this for as long as ya need. let that pretty lil brain shut off for a bit. you deserve it."

#asks #rhett abbot smut #rhett abbott x reader #rhett musings

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mxssingmemories · 9 months

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JUUUUUUULEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS hi okay so UM I HAE AN IDEA. tom holland x platonic bsf reader thing where reader comes out to him? it can be anything u want AND ALSO PLEASE I WANT TESSA IN THERE IF U CAN thank u beautiful i love u beaitiful bye beautiful

Best Friend Ever

Pairing: Tom Holland x platonic!best friend!reader

Summary: Y/N found out some news about herself and really wants to tell her best friend Tom. She's really worried about how he'll react, but he comes through like the amazing person he is.

Warnings: Anxiety, coming out, tooth-rotting fluff <3

Word count: 1.2k !!

A/N: Jules? Posting two fics in a single night?? What is happening? Anyways, I'm loving this request, thank you so much Ash <3. This fic was so much fun to write. Also, reminder that requests are very much open!!

It was a pretty quiet day in the Holland house. Dom and Nikki, along with his brothers, were all out of town on a "vacation" of sorts. Tom ended up staying home to take care of Tessa. He was pretty excited to finally have the house to himself for once, especially since that meant he could invite you over. Everyone knew that you were his best friend-you've been there for him during some of the hardest times in his life. You've known him since before his first Marvel role, and you were so blessed that you got to see him grow up in his own little ways.

You and Tom knew practically everything about each other. He could always tell when you were having a bad day or vice versa, and knew exactly what to do. So, when you showed up on his front porch for the scheduled hangout with a fake smile on your face, he knew something was wrong. He tried to get you to talk to him several times, but eventually just let it be. He knew you well enough to trust that if it was serious you'd come to him in your own time.

You two started your TV marathon-Brooklyn Nine-Nine, of course- and sat down on the living room couch. Tessa immediately curled up in between you both. You leaned into Tom's chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around you providing the casual comfort only a best friend could. His and Tessa's presence and breathing calmed you significantly, even as your thoughts weighed heavily on your mind.

"What if he doesn't support me? What if he breaks off the friendship? What if he hates me?"

Your brain ran through all of the possible outcomes with anxiety, thoughts whirling through your head at what felt like 50 miles an hour. Only when Tom's hand squeezed your arm gently did you come out of it, shooting an apologetic smile at your best friend. He nodded in understanding, holding you just a little closer as if he could protect you from the negative thoughts he didn't even know were there.

Logically, you knew Tom would probably be supportive. He'd had so many positive interactions with LGBTQ fans and family alike, but for some reason your brain thought it would be different. Oh well, you figured, might as well get it over with.

However, the second you opened your mouth, you felt your blood run cold. You quickly shut it again, hoping Tom didn't notice your little speaking mishap.

In reality, Tom definitely noticed. It only made him more concerned for you. You'd been off the whole day, not paying attention to the show at all. He knew all he had to do was wait for you to come to him, but he was still anxious as hell. Tom was a helper, and he had never felt the need to help more than he did in this moment.

"Want to go get some ice cream, Y/N?" he asked, a smile on his face. Your eyes brightened up as you nodded, jumping off the couch. "Okay, I'll get Tessa's leash on. You wanna grab a hoodie from my closet?" As you nodded again, he went to grab Tessa's leash and let you do your thing. You came back downstairs a minute later, all ready to go.

Tom put Tess in the backseat, making sure she was secure. The minute you got in, you stole the aux and Taylor Swift started blaring. When Tom scoffed, you smirked unabashedly-it was Taylor Swift. The ride to the ice cream parlor was uneventful, filled with quieter music and Tessa's paws on your arm. It was peaceful, and for a moment you were finally able to relax.

The bell dinged as you both walked into the shop, Alex coming over to greet you.

"Hey, loves! How's it going?" they grinned, already preparing your orders and Tess' whipped cream.

"Pretty okay, Alex! Mom and Dad are out of town, so me and dingus here are having a sleepover." Tom smiled, making sure Tessa didn't try to sneak behind the counter again. As soon as Alex got your orders prepared, Tom motioned to head out to the car, but you shook your head.

"Is it alright if I stay back and talk to Alex for a sec?" At his nod, you walked back in to find Alex sitting at one of the tables with a milkshake. They smiled and motioned for you to sit down. Nose deep in their milkshake, they motioned for you to continue.

Alex was one of the most open people you've ever met. They made it public knowledge they were trans, and you looked up to them very much.

You gulped. "How..how did you come out to your best friend?" Alex immediately sat up a little straighter and made eye contact with you.

"Well, honestly I feel like they knew. I kind of just came out with it outright. They were so supportive, and honestly it went really well. Why? IS there something you need to tell me?" they asked, a glint in their eyes.

"I'm pan, Alex." you stated, eyes widening when they giggled a bit.

"Dude. I know. I also know that you're terrified to tell Tom, am I right?" At your shrug, they continued, "I can promise you 100% that he's going to support you. He's your best friend, and above all an awesome person. I think you should do it. You got this kiddo," they beamed. Standing up to hug them with tears in your eyes, you started walking out. They grabbed your shoulder, and whispered "it's gonna be fine." Planting a kiss on your cheek, you finally met Tom outside.

You ate your ice cream on the way home, quite enjoying the newfound confidence the chat with Alex gave you.

The second you got home, Tessa jumped on the couch with you, effectively taking Tom's spot. He playfully glared at Tess and scooted her over until he was sat beside you. Turning on the movie, he felt you snuggle up to him and relaxed.

Your heart was beating, however, as you sat up again. "Tom. I really need to get this out and I've been thinking about it for a while, it's completely fine if you don't accept it. I mean it's not fine, it'll suck ass, but I understand-"

our best friend cut you off by placing his hand over your mouth, taking his turn to speak. "Y/N. Please just tell me. I won't judge you, I pinky-promise."

"I..shit. I'm pan."

Realization flashed across his features, and before your eyes could get too teary he pulled you into his chest.

"That's okay, kiddo. I know. I've got you, it's okay love." He continued murmuring support into your ear as your eyes got heavy. You knew you were going to fall asleep soon. You placed your hand on Tessa's head by muscle memory as she scooted towards you, finding enough strength in you to say three words.

"I love you," you sighed sleepily, your best friend's face going soft again at those words. He murmured his reply, but you were already fast asleep. The last thing you registered was the feeling of being loved, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

#tom holland fluff #tom holland x platonic!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x best friend!reader #coming out #my writing #ash <3 #loving this

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wqsslp · 2 years

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Spicy (and not really) Kaiser headcanons♡

Nobody makes no shit with this menace to the society who's got eyeliner better than your and mine future so Mama's making some hc's😘

NSFW CONTENT BELOW

Minors dni

Also I don't remember his age but ay, we don't fuck minors yeah? So ofc Aged-up! Kaiser♡

Warnings:

Cussing (mostly me), degrading kink, hair pulling kink (other things aren't that bad ig)

You're in a relationship with him huh? Well be ready for him buying you the most lewd and exposing lingerie because he's in love with how it looks like on your sexy body

I KNOW that this bitch has a degrading kink. He will call you "whore" "cumdump" "fucktoy" and any other disrespectful names that come to his mind whenever you two are fucking

But if you call him any nicknames...Get ready for pussy destruction♡ Y'all seen how he kicks the ball, yea? Mhm. He's gonna unleash the whole power held in his thighs on your puffayy (RIP that pussy AYYY)

Loves it when you pull his hair. Do it and hear him groan.

Prefers you giving head than doing shit himself but if you were good enough, he'll make you visit heaven with his tongue

Probably got lots of bitches. Man's rich. He can afford. 99% chance that you're one of the bitches. But with some privilege🤗

Man doesn't respect personal space. So be ready for him grabbing ya butt cheeks whenever he feels like doing so.

Loves squeezing your cheeks before locking both your lips with kiss

Loves grabbing your face in general.

He'd let you trace his tattoo when he gets out of the shower or is just sitting there with no shirt on

He's a butt person. Big boobs are also preffered over smaller ones but if they at least fit in his hands then it's okay (small boobie girls no offence. I ain't got big ones too)

Doesn't care about seeing you naked or practically naked. You can even tell him that new lingerie is too small for you. But ofc it's "different" way of seeing your body. Something like this would happen:

- bby~

- Mhm? *Literally gives no shit and is scrolling instagram feed*

- The new lingerie you bought...

- cute, right?

- Yeah, but kinda...small. it's uncomfortable and panties are rubbing my inner thighs.

- C'mere. Lemme see. *pulls his free hand out of the pocket making the open-close thing, guiding you to come closer, still looking at the phone*

- You gon touch me there?

- Yeah, what's the problem? I've touched you many times. It's common now.

- But...It's different.

- Shut up girl. Stop being such shy bitch and come over. I'm just gonna check.

He slides his hand to your inner thighs pulling on the panties and making them slap your skin, causing pain. But does he give shit about you being hurt? Not really. He just looks up at your red with frustration face with a sly smile.

Likes cuddling with you. He's a big spoon ofc so you're held in his strong hands with your whole body being squeezed but you don't mind since it's not too powerful.

He also loves laying his head between or on your thighs. Especially at winter. Menace gets cold no matter how warm it is inside your (his) mansion so he needs those always warm "headphones" of yours.

Will publicly grab you by chin and leave a light kiss on your lips because he again felt so

He doesn't really have favorite position but likes anything he can see your face with or might fuck you from the back for those lewd sounds of skin-to-skin. (Don't mind me but fucking from back makes more sound compared to other positions. Not from my experience tho, so fix me if I'm wrong) Doggy style also works for him if you're facing mirror.

Would tease you a lot. A LOT "Aww. My little whore wants me to fuck her needy cunt? Gotta ask real nice and maybe I'll give you what you want~"

Man got nice stamina so he could go for round two, maybe even three.

So well this is the end of it but I might make a part 2 if I come up with more ideas.

I acc had more of them but it's almost 3am (2:55) so My brain doesn't work rn.

Bye bye~

Art not mine. Credits to the artist for this beautiful thing♡

#kaiser #blue lock #michael kaiser #smut #blue lock smut

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She Wears Her Words Like Armour [3]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader

Word count: 2752

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Jennie blinked.

Her best friend for the first time in a while— looked scared, and in this, making Jennie worried. Roseanne was always composed, not a fidgeting mess. She always had her shit together. But there was one time she didn’t.

“What do you mean? Are you sick? Don’t tell me you have lung cancer! Rosie, I told you to stop smoking years ago, did you start again?” Jennie’s speech got quicker with each word.

“No.”

“No? No to which of the things I said? You're not giving me a lot to work with here.” Jennie ran a hand through her hair. The possibility Roseanne could be smoking again scared Jennie. Roseanne wasn’t herself at the time she was smoking, she doesn’t want that to happen again.

Roseanne frowned at her cat-eyed friend. “I don’t…I don’t smoke anymore.” She promised her friends she wouldn’t. “But I might be sick? My heart rate is alarming.” She admitted quietly, her voice small.

“So you don’t have lung cancer?”

“Jennie,” Roseanne started exasperated, “for Jisoo’s sake—” Jennie held up her hands defensively, cutting her off.

“Okay, okay. Just making sure. You can’t die on me, who else will listen to me talk about my wife like she hung the stars in the sky or go clubbing with me?” Roseanne rolled her eyes.

“Are you sure you're not stressed out? Maybe you need to go to the gym? You could be tired from walking up the steps.”

“I workout regularly, and I don’t believe I am.”

“I don’t think I can help you then…you got any ideas?” A moment of silence had fallen on the two before Roseanne answered.

“My plaintiff, she’s very…”

“(Y/ln)?” Jennie gasped at the possibility that her friend's heart could possibly be fluttering over you. Roseanne then felt deep regret for coming to Jennie for anything. She watched the cogs turn in Jennie’s brain, hoping she could diffuse anything that’ll come out of her mouth before the word train starts.

“Jennie…”

“Rosie! Do you like her? You know you just met, she’s just getting a divorce too and not to mention—”

“No I don’t.” She doesn’t like wildcards.

“She has a child! But this could be one of those office romance shows, might get down and dirty in the office,” Jennie wiggled her brows, “Oh my gosh! We can finally set you up with someone, I have to tell Jisoo—”

“Do not tell her anything.” Jisoo was most insistent on getting Roseanne with someone. She’s tired of the countless blind dates she comes up with. They never end well and you’d think she’d give up but no.

“And when was the last time you got—” , “I’ll get up and leave right now.”

“No! I swear I’m done.”

“You know, everything you just said is very unprofessional and inappropriate. I don’t have time for romance, romance doesn’t have time for me. I do not like (Y/n). She’s a ball of energy I don’t feel like dealing with.”

“So uptight, I might have to ask Jisoo to lay you off the job for a couple weeks— I’m joking. But how else would you explain your issue.”

“I’m merely…attracted to her.” She says this to shut her cat-eyed friend up, but she had eyes and could see with them. You were attractive, very. But will she pursue this? No. After all, it’s too early to tell, she’s still trying to find out if your personality is attractive too.

“You? Attracted to someone? Hah! That’s new, but good, it's a good thing. I refuse to see you single your whole life. So I’ll grab this information with an iron grip, and call it operation get you la—”

“Lalalalalala, bye Jennie.” Roseanne covered her ears, and simply got up and left, leaving Jennie giggling in her seat. Her friend was cold, as others say; she doesn’t think so. Roseanne’s different when you get to know her under the facade, you’d never believe she was a bit childish, like her show just now.

Jennie sighed before opening messages on her phone, and clicked on the group chat with Jisoo, Lisa, and Nayeon. What a talk they were about to have.

…

You’ve met with Roseanne four times till now, so about a month. The fourth time you met(a week ago) it was decided you’d do parenting sessions early, like she recommended. You hoped it would help you help Nala with the divorce. You’d do anything you could to make sure Nala felt like she still had both parents, even if they weren’t living together.

Roseanne was still…her. Cold, very professional. Anytime you attempted to joke around it was either shut down or that she didn’t understand it. You wondered what she did for fun, maybe watch paint dry. You came to the conclusion she had a staring problem and noticed she had lots of habits; you don’t know if they're considered good or bad though.

The attorney tends to bite her nail or stare distantly when in thought, more times than not she has something to snack on or a piece of candy in her mouth. You thought about asking her to share, to let you have one when Jennie had come in asking for a bag of chips— Roseanne looked highly offended, like the mere thought of sharing her food was beyond her.

When she wants to know something and her curiosity gets the best of her she taps at something— any surface, before bluntly asking her question. It could be inappropriate or just a stupid question, she’ll ask, not caring about how you might react. Then, she excuses herself and apologizes for her slip up. (You think it’s adorable.)

You are walking into CAD, the Children After Divorce building Chichu law firm recommended you. You came alone because Jaylyn was busy today, he’d come with you next time. It’s a small brick and mortar building, the windows big and wide, allowing a lot of light in. Upon walking in, the receptionist immediately stands up, a warm smile on her face.

“Good evening, how may I help you?” Her cheery attitude made your shoulders relax a little.

“Hello, I’m here for the parenting classes?” She takes a moment to think. “Oh! Right this way, Miss. I will get a representative for you.”

She led you past a couple offices and to an open door. “This is the room, just take an open seat at that table where everyone else is sitting. It won’t be long till they start.” She informs you.

“Is that her?” The short bunny-toothed woman whispered, watching as you conversed with the receptionist just outside the doorway.

“I think so.” The woman with bangs replied. Jennie had given the two a half assed description of you.

“Thank you.” You said and the kind receptionist left, leaving you with your nerves. You took a deep breath before walking in, wondering why you were so antsy in the first place. You told yourself everyone in here would be the same to calm yourself down.

The room looked like one of those child recreation rooms, or similar to a daycares waiting room. A rectangular oak table sat in the middle of the room, and not far from that there was a platform where a group of people stood. There was a projector screen and you guessed they would give you a presentation.

Everyone watched as you walked in. You were stunning. Your hair was pulled back neatly in a clip, a couple strands left out to frame your face. You wore a white puffer coat, a black skirt and thigh high socks with UGGs. Your eyes, expressively glanced around the room for an available seat and you sat down when you found one, greeting the man that sat next to you. Apparently they weren't the only ones who thought you were gorgeous; every man in the room sat a little straighter, and a couple of the women smoothed down their clothes or hair, staring at you with wonder. The tall woman stifled a smile, she could see why Roseanne was having a field day with you.

One of the standing women stepped on the platform before clapping to gain everyone’s attention. “Hello, parents! I’m Lalisa, call me Lisa or that, doesn’t matter.” She placed a hand on the shoulder of the woman next to her. “This is Nayeon, she’s a social worker. She has lots of experience with children so she’s the one to ask questions too regarding kids.”

Nayeon smiled politely and waved. Lisa continued. “Next is Koda, Mark, Sana…” She pretty much introduced the others.

After that, Naeyeon proceeded to pass out folders of materials. Papers about government policies and the content that will be covered in each class. The presentation talked about how the divorce impacts children and parents emotionally, and changes in a parent-child relationship. It was about an hour long.

At the end you were pulled aside by Lisa and the bunny-toothed woman for a quick chat. You learned that Lisa was married to the Jennie Kim you had met a month ago.

Later that week you had to meet up with Roseanne for your weekly meeting, to give her updates and such. You chose to see each other at the café instead of her office this time.

Now you sat in at a two person table, scrolling on twitter on your phone while you waited. You ordered yourself hot chocolate this time, wanting to change things up. Ten minutes later a shadow appeared by your feet. A bag plopping down on the floor not long after.

You looked up from your phone just as Roseanne pulled her chair out. “Hello.” She greeted simply.

“Hey. I hope you don’t mind, but I bought you a drink.” Roseanne did her signature curt nod and took the seat across from you, she glanced at the steaming cup labeled black coffee before looking at you again. “I didn’t know what you liked so I just asked the barista.” You said sheepishly.

She loved black coffee.

“Thank you.” She was in need of something to warm and wake her up. She planned to pay you back later. She doesn’t fancy being in someone’s debt. She learned that nothing good ever comes out of it.

“She also gave me a lot of sugar packets to give you.” You slid them over to her perplexed. Usually one who orders black coffee— which has a bitter and strong roast flavor— wouldn’t use sugar because they prefer the taste. Roseanne hummed, ripping a packet open and emptying its contents in her coffee.

You watched, quite horrified, as she put packet after packet into her coffee. She didn’t stop till all six packets were ripped open and emptied; the packets were small, but still…

Feeling eyes on her she met your gaze, your lips were slightly parted. Your gaze held a hint of judgment and a lot of shock. She stirred her coffee using the tiny straw before regarding you. “You’re staring. Why?”

You gestured to the six sugar packet wrappers, “Doesn’t that ruin the whole point of black coffee?” You weren’t a coffee fanatic or gatekeeper, just inquisitive. Your question didn’t bother Roseanne because you’re not the first person to ask that.

“I suppose, for others it does. But I like mine bittersweet.” You felt like her words had a hidden innuendo to it but didn’t pry,

“Oh okay. Well, who am I to judge your preferences.” You shook your head with a quiet laugh. A couple moments of silence passed with you just looking out the windows watching the snowfall and finishing your drink.

Roseanne took another sip from her coffee and pulled out her notebook. “How were the parenting sessions?”

“Better than I thought they would go. But they felt like I was in school all over again. The instructor, I think her name was Lisa? She’s fun, turns out she’s married to Jennie— you probably knew that though.” She confirmed with a nod.

“I can see why they’d help parents divorcing with a kid. I think I’ll try out some things I learned with Nala.”

“I’m curious. Your daughter, what made you pick the name Nala? It reminds me of…”

“The Lion King?” You helped.

“Yes, that’s it.”

“I happened to be watching the movie on the hospital TV screen while we were picking a name for her and that came into mind.”

“That’s a pretty name.” Roseanne commented, playing with her pen. You smiled, you thought so too.

“When do you plan on telling her?” Back to business.

“I honestly don’t know… I’ll have to sit down with her and Jaylyn and gently break the news to her.”

“All at once? I’d ease her into it, have her spend time with you and your spouse separately. Get her used to not being in one household; in her own room.”

“You seem to know a fair bit about this, about children going through divorce.” You said.

“What can I say? I like children, believe it or not. That’s why this is my job. I want to help children and parents go about life as if nothing has changed or I hope to make the process easier on them. I… I was a child stuck in between my parents divorce. It was horrible. It changed me and I really wish I wasn’t affected by it, but I am.”

This is the first time, you could say, she’s opening up to you. And you felt honored.

Roseanne rarely spoke at all about herself, her past— to anyone. But you listened with such genuine interest, such a kind expression, that the words just came out. Roseanne accounted for the conflict in her mind; one telling her it was okay, just this once to be open and get some shit off her chest, the other to get the hell up and run. At this her anxiety kicked up a notch, and she pressed her sweaty palm onto her thighs. You were looking at her with those compassionate eyes, and she swallowed.

You make her want to stay.

…

Roseanne sat at a bar table surrounded by her friends. Across from her, Jisoo sat next to her boyfriend Hae-in (the only man Roseanne would associate with), and next to them Nayeon. Roseanne sat in between Jennie and Lisa.

They’ve been here for a while and the talking topic quickly shifted from other things to Roseanne’s dating life. They all got word— courtesy of Jennie— that she’s interested in someone.

“I date.” She lied, pretending to read the brochures in the rack beside her.

Jennie snorted. “No you don’t. You occasionally scratch your itch with a one-nighter, you haven’t had a girlfriend in forever.”

“You know I don’t do relationships. Like you said, too much drama.” Roseanne took a sip of her wine, avoiding Jennie’s eyes. Avoiding all their eyes. Her friend group was a bunch of instigators.

“Yeah, that applies to me, but you? You could use a little drama in your workaholic attorney life, you know, shake things up a bit.” Jennie shook a scolding fork with a half eaten dumpling at Roseanne.

Jennie was trying to bait her. The only thing that stopped her from saying something then was Lisa sitting right there with a knowing smirk. Roseanne finished her wine and pushed it away from her and stood up abruptly. “Enough.” Her voice was low, causing everyone to backpedal. “I’ve had enough of this conversation. If I choose to make a move on (Y/n), it's none of your business unless I want to tell you,” she pulled out her wallet and slapped a couple banknotes on the table; enough to cover everyone’s bill, “okay?” She said softer this time, watching everyone nod their heads. She knew her friends wanted to see her happy, but she was scared. Roseanne turned around and walked out of the restaurant.

Lisa sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Well, that went well.”

(I’m sure you're curious: Why is Roseanne so against relationships?)

Roseanne fucks up everything good that ever happens to her in relationships. She has issues that her past lovers had turned blind eyes to, things that shouldn’t be ignored. She believes she can't trust or love anyone, she can’t even love herself. She breaks hearts in the worst ways possible, driving her partners insane. She’s hard to love.

So, if being single her whole life, having one night stands and occasional flings protects herself, she’ll do it.

Would you like to continue? _(:3 」∠)_

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