#sandy henderson

[moonflower91]

I recently read The Devil All The Time and I have many thoughts about Sandy and Carl Henderson.

From the movie, we know it was Carl who lured Sandy into that life and it’s assumed Carl was always a sick fuck but the book explores their beginning more.

After they married, after a month of knowing one another, they decided to move to California because Carl had big dreams of being a real photographer. Instead they went broke and hungry and Carl then met guys who wanted to shoot a porno, using Sandy. So Carl got her drunk and agreed to let them use Sandy for $200. Sandy changed her mind and Carl kinda tried to get her out but the 7 or so men who were there shoved him back in his car and kept Sandy there, raping her for 2 hours and then paid Carl $20 because Sandy “wasn’t worth it”.

Carl’s who was more hurt than anything and he went out and bought a gun with the $20, and told Sandy he was going to kill the people who had done this to her. Instead he sat on a park bench and thought about killing himself because his dreams of being a big shot photographer were shattered.

They then start heading back home where they came from, and they pick up a hitchhiker who was apparently a “sex fiend”. The sex friend was friendly but asked Carl to have sex with Sandy. Sandy traumatized from the rape, stopped the car and almost made both of the men get out, but Carl flashed Sandy the gun and she started moving again.

Little else is elaborated but they killed the sex fiend and robbed him after Sandy had sex with him, all while Carl took pictures. And, according to Carl, Sandy had an orgasm while having sex with him which “hurt” him, even years later looking at the pictures.

Later, Carl mentions the picture where Sandy is holding a dead my like a baby in her arms and compares it to Mary holding baby Jesus, saying there’s a sweet look of innocence about her that he never saw again after that and that’s why it’s his favorite picture.

Arvin saw that same picture and said Sandy had a look of sorrow on her face.

Also, towards the end of their story, carl starts visiting a diner and starts chatting up the waitress the way he chatted up Sandy. Sandy catches wind of it and starts fearing he was going to replace her with a younger, prettier girl

Since the time they started killing, Sandy had resorted to prostitution, Carl didn’t let her use condoms with their victims so she’s caught a couple of STDs (the doctor told her one more time and she’ll never be able to have children), Carl had kept her hungry for days while they were hunting, and her teeth began to rot because all she could eat on those days was candy and smoke cigarettes.

But, carl mentioned at one point even if he could snag another girl to be his bait, no one would ever be as good as Sandy. Carl also never thinks of Sandy as anything but beautiful, even when describing her flaws. Her teeth were rotted, she had a bad vaginal infection that stunk out their car, and she was too skinny.

I have a lot of thoughts about these characters and I have to point out that as Carl lay dying after being shot in the gut, he thinks that he wanted to promise Sandy that he was done with killing. He started clawing at the grass because he could feel himself sink into the ground.

I think Carl cared for Sandy but not because she was his wife or the love of his life. She was a means to an end, and she held all her value to Carl as his bait.

Put simply, Sandy deserved way way wayyyyyy better than the life she led.

#the devil all the time #Sandy Henderson #Carl Henderson #Arvin Russell #poor girl wished she still worked as a waitress with that cook who took her virginity in the back storeroom who teased her about making #more pie dough

[kaiminluu]

the party as greasers is something that can be so personal

#byler grease au #come on isn't this the dorkiest song on earth #i see no difference between car nerds and dnd nerds #just imagine #lucas is obviously kenickie #and my heart says dustin is putzie #mike wheeler #mike wheeler fanart #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #the party #sandy will and danny mike #stranger things #st fanart #byler #byler fanart #grease #my art

[harringtonstilinski]

Stop Stealing Mine! - Steve Harrington

Author:@harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 1946 Warnings: big fluff, small angst, billy being an ass, steve & reader are just friends, Smut: no | yes; Requested: Nope. #30 from this prompt list A/N: Hi, friends! Here's a short little thing I spent about four and half forever's on. I split the prompt in two, and it's italicized. I hope you like this little piece! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Fall. Your absolute favorite time of the year. The pumpkin patches, football, sweaters, sweatshirts, boots, cooler weather, snickerdoodles; just everything about Fall you love.

You especially love stealing Steve’s sweaters without him knowing. Every year since about the 8th grade, you've been slowly stealing all the sweaters his mom buys that look absolutely comfy and cozy.

The two of you have been Seniors for about a month now, and the weather is just starting to get nice. It’s the middle of October and you’re sitting in the backseat of his car, Nancy Wheeler sitting up front like always. They’ve been together a little over a year now, and it’s… awkward, to say the least.

They were discussing his paper he had to turn in for early college application, Nancy asking about his granddad’s experience in the war versus the game we had against Northwestern. You were grossed out when they voiced their love for each other and kissed.

Their moment was interrupted by an engine revving, a blue Camaro making its appearance, a middle school aged redheaded girl getting out of the passenger side, a sandy blonde boy with a mullet getting out of the driver’s side, taking a drag from a cigarette. The three of you later learned that their names were Billy and Max, California transplants.

You were sitting in your third period class, pulling the ends of the sweater you were wearing to the ends of your fingers as you were reading your newest book when a body came up beside you. “Ya’know, I could do exactly what they’re doing in this book… only better.”

You looked up, seeing Billy with a cocky grin on his face. “Mmmmmmmhmmm,” you hummed, going back to my reading. 

“I’m–”

“Billy Hargrove,” you sighed, placing the bookmark back in your book. “I know.” Looking up at him, you raised a brow. “We have first period together.” As you turned back around, you watched his eyes light up with some emotion you weren’t quite sure of. Lust? Anger? Arousal?

Sighing once more, you opened the book back up, not really reading it, but just looking at the page as you addressed him. “So, if you’re done being a tool, you can go away now.”

Billy chuckled, resting his hands on the back of your chair and desk. “I’m not being a tool, sweetheart. Just being honest.”

“So, honesty for you is unnecessary flirting and borderline harassment because you won’t leave me alone? I wonder; did that work on the chicks in California? Because it sure as hell doesn’t work here in Indiana.”

Snickers were heard behind me as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of class. You gathered your things and got up from the desk. Walking into the hallway, you collided with a body, almost crashing to the floor when you felt a hand on your back. “Jesus, we have to work on your clumsiness.”

You pushed away from Steve, irritated with what just happened with Billy. “Yeah, well, if I wasn’t so freaking angry, I wouldn’t have collided with you.”

Steve put his arm around your shoulders, walking your down the hallway and out the front doors of the school. Before you knew it, the two of you were sitting on the hood of his car, your head resting on his shoulder. “What happened?” he asked, quietly.

“That new fucking transplant,” you breathed. “Wouldn’t leave me alone.” You brought the end of the sweater sleeves back down your hands to wrap your fingers around them. 

Steve was silent for a moment, moving his head down to look at your hands, a confused look on his face. He recognized the sweater you were wearing; his red one that he normally wore during the Christmas holiday. “Is-is that my red sweater?”

Tilting your head back to look at him, you said with a deadpan expression and tone, “Took you this long to notice?”

He went to reply, but the last bell for third period rang, the both of you looking towards the school. 

“I really don’t want to go back in there,” you quietly groaned. 

Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulders, hand rubbing your upper arm as you sighed before he stated, “Tell me what he did.”

Noticing a piece of thread hanging from the outer seam on his jeans, you played with it while asking him, “Promise to not look for a fight?” “I promise.”

Gathering your thoughts, tears sprung into your eyes as you took a deep breath, explaining what happened with Billy. It was quiet for a moment when you finished telling Steve the events that happened just a few minutes prior before you took a shaky breath, saying, “He just wouldn’t leave me alone.”

Tightening his hold on you the slightest bit, Steve took a deep breath, releasing it to say, “Let me take you home. Or back to mine.”

“Back to yours,” you whispered. “My mom’s home.” You reached in your bag, grabbing out a notebook and pen to write with him, handing the items to Steve. “You’ll need to let Nance know what you’re doing.”

Grabbing the notebook and pen from your hand, Steve wrote on the paper to Nancy that he was taking me back to his house because I wasn’t feeling too good and didn’t want to worry my mom. He looked at me after he finished writing, explaining that he wanted to have a best friend day with me since it had been a while since we had one.

That part wasn’t a lie. It had been quite a while since he and I had a day just to ourselves. I watched as he slid off his hood and walked through the parking lot to the front of the school, coming back out a few minutes later, scratching at his temple.

You scrunch your brows, wondering what could’ve happened that shifted his mood. As he made his way closer to you, all you could do was watch as he got into the driver’s seat, resting his left hand on the steering wheel.

Sighing, you slid off the hood of the car to round it and open the passenger door where you sat down and shut the door. You looked at your best friend, seeing a look of defeat on his face. “Hey,” you whispered. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

It was Steve’s turn to sigh, leaning his head back on the head rest. “She didn’t believe me. Or, rather, you. Said you looked fine before class and that you were just trying to skip because of some inconvenience, or whatever the fuck she said.”

“Like she has room to talk,” you muttered, resting against the seat and crossing your arms while looking out of your window. 

“What does that mean?” Steve asked.

You turned your head to look at him, seeing his eyes full of questions. “Did you two study in the library this morning?”

Steve nodded his head, while sighing. “She wants to tell Barbra’s parents about the Upside Down and the Demogorgon.”

“We can’t do that!” you exclaimed.

“I know. That’s what I told her.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you closed your eyes, muttering more to yourself, “It’s like she doesn’t care,” but Steve heard it, putting his hand above your knee. It was a move he always did to bring you comfort and control. “Come on,” you said. “Let’s go.”

Steve removed his hand from your leg to start the car, putting it in reverse before backing out of the parking spot. After he put it in drive, he started off towards his house, stopping off at the local diner to get some lunch for the two of you.

Once you two made it back to his house, you both sat on the floor at the coffee table, food from the diner in front of you. As you ate, you talked about anything and everything with Steve. From what the rumor mill was spilling, to who was dating who, who broke up with who, all the things.

Before you two knew it, the food containers were empty, cups almost empty, and your eyelids were starting to get heavy. Steve suggested that the two of you lay on the couch together and watch whatever daytime show was on the television. 

It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to cuddle together. Something you’d done since you two were kids. So, laying here with Steve instantly brought you comfort to the point where you drifted off to sleep while listening to his heartbeat.

Steve loved it when you fell asleep on him. Mainly because he could just look at your sleeping face and wonder how he got lucky enough to have a best friend like you. He loved your light snores, your sighs or deep breaths, the movements you’d make to get more comfortable. He always thought to himself that if he wasn’t with Nance, he’d take his shot at being with you.

What he never knew was that you felt the same way as he did. Your crush on your best friend started late in 8th grade when his glow up happened, and it seemed like everyone in your class had their glow ups in 8th grade, while yours happened in 10th grade. So, in the back of your mind, you weren’t pretty enough for anyone until then… and you still felt like that even now. Since Steve was with Nancy, though, you couldn’t act on your feelings. It wouldn’t be fair to Nance, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be fair to Steve. He was your best friend, after all.

Steve had fallen asleep, listening to your soft breaths and snores. His hands were resting on your back when you fell asleep, but when you moved to get more comfortable in your sleep, his hand ended up resting on your side, his other hand resting on his own stomach. He swore he could stay this way forever.

When you started to stir as you woke up a couple of hours later, your eyes were still closed as you stayed in your comfortable position. A few minutes went by before Steve took a deep breath, a small groan sounding from him as he held you a little tighter.

“Did you have a good nap?” he asked, his eyes still closed.

You hummed, nodding your head against his shoulder. “Yeah.” Bringing your hand up to his chest, you curled your fingers around the end of the sleeve. “You?”

“Yes,” he simply answered. “I have a question that’s kind of been bothering me all day.”

“What’s that?”

“Is that my sweater?” he asked, not missing a beat.

“Yeah, why?”

“Don’t you have enough sweaters?”

“Yours are more comfortable,” you chuckled. Getting an idea, you sat up and looked down at him, smiling.

“Don’t think about it,” he said, once he opened his eyes.

“You have another sweater that’s one of my favorites. Whoever gets to your closet first gets it.” Without a moment's hesitation, you climbed over Steve, and booked it to the staircase, the seventeen year old boy falling off the couch in his haste to catch you as you climbed the stairs, laughing hysterically.

“Yo! You have plenty of sweaters!”

“They’re more comfortable, like I said!” you yelled, running across the landing of the second floor. What he didn’t know was that you already had his yellow one he recently purchased.

When he finally made it into his room, you were already standing in his closet with the biggest smile on your face. Steve walked into his closet, seeing his sweater collection almost empty. “For the third time, you have plenty of sweaters. Stop stealing mine!”

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A/N 3: i used the gif above before, but idgaf, lol. i thought it was fitting for what i had in mind for the story, hahahaa. plus there's not many gifs of steve in that red sweater.

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Posted on October 28, 2023

#steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #joe keery x reader #joe x reader

[ladiesofcinema]

RILEY KEOUGH as Sandy Henderson in THE DEVIL ALL THE TIME (2020) dir. Antonio Campos

#thedevilallthetimeedit #rkeoughedit #the devil all the time #riley keough #film #gifs #ours #by mandie #filmgifs #cinematv #femaledaily #motionpicturesource #tvandfilm #useroptional #moviegifs #userlenny #gownegirl #umaxine #tuserlari #userangela #tuserkt

[names-for-alters]

Hello one and all, alters and headmates! I am Charlie! I like to make lists! I also hoard names! Are you looking for a name? GREAT! You can send an ask and request a specific aesthetic or origin of name, or you can look at my list!

With that said…

…Cracks knuckles…

Findo Tach Tails Flicker Tracer Kat Iris Blu Brick Arlo Sammy Artie Finn Stein Aleksandr Vora Olive Luna Nyx Cyrus Qrow Orian Cello Onyx Skye Grim Opal Dawn Azure Fish Bones Poppy Bronze Eggs Sparky Specs Snickers Trout Navi Bingo Chili Bandit Stripe Busker Socks Brandy Frisky Winston Lucky Chucky Bently Judo Rusty Max Honey Indie Calypso Striker Merle Moxxie Vex Ant Bugger Bee Spider Tails Hook Indigo Amber Coco Coral Scarlet Ivory Jade Ruby Emerald Chuck Loden Copper Hamelin Neo Shepard Cinnamon Visor Macalister Soul Hack Hiccup Flynn Rider Astrid Jay Raven Robyn Bolt Dagger Viper Tracer Cornwall Flock Sapphire Crystal Ghost Mochi Trick Catra Rose Raven Flip Chani Racket Red Crimson Dragon Runt Scotch Tellie Gator Croc Crow Goat Duck Creeper Kuma Jet Jeep Draco Poppy Sombra Raine Squish Spike Blaze Ender Drake Sandy MK PJ DJ CJ MJ King Creak Shadow Clay Dusty Miles Dart Willow Antonius Husk Moth Cypher Jin Yin Yang Daisy Gray / Grey Alistair Halo Angel Cake Fennec Fox Null Lull Bastion Lucky Sun Star Cosmo Tweety Vox Nerys Sonic Bark Birch Oak Cherry Blossom Peaches Velvet Shell Coffee Valley Fang Moot Redpath Pudding X V Jr Ether Fig Trunk Joy Frogger Snowflake Snowball Snow Jumper Racket Flare Vendetta Loonie Coin Six Eleven Tropica Stelina Mojave Ink Sud Fender Zero Pollen Wysteria Page Ozias Rex Tortch Buck Nickel Stripe Lynch Tramp Wolf Pup Tank Jhariah Kharma Zenith Sparrow Prism Lemon Mune Lamb Pyke Diamond Parker Graves Fizz Nugget Melody Tink Blight Fangless Ambress Vulture Eclipse Luka Bangle Constance Constantine Sommar Babble Clank Bobble Chipper Aidan Slate Tin Twire Zephyr Silver Misty Faunus Atlas Birdie Brook Cedar Chip Coal Daisy Ember Faye Fate Fern Flint Harmony Helios Ivy Junx Kit Lyria Phoebe Piper Lady Beacon Elos Rumble Ida Cross Zed Scootie Smidge Clauger Happy Sonny Hath Soldier River Song Clawtor Videl Legen Onen Chunk Reid Pop Cobra Cash Clover Saris Volante Donna Belladonna Gale Chopper Morphias Vidia Loft Kape Levi Licker Howl Dustin Newt Creek Breezy Polaris Blight Archer Sirius Warren Dream Goon Cookie Ranger Amity Jericho Viggo Besko Asra Alice Olaf Mossfeld Issic Missy Rascal Creasy Nonya Hex Pita Miguel Manuel Rayburn Daisy Dash Lucky Becky Steele Cylo Featherstone Kingston Netherfield Reacher Saltburn Quick Rubble Dust Brimstone Humble Ado Grover Norvanos Leshy Blade Cooper Calcium

Leo

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Lebony

Silver

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Pearl

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Bud

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Daeo/Dayo/Dao

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Flock

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Mog

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Udge

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Dupa

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coc

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Foenem

Duck

Emily

Toast

Reunna

Ichigo

Rae

Sonic

MoonL

Lennus

cabaran

Marto

Leveer

Granite

#alter names #names for alters #osdd #did #endo neutral #names #list of names #random names #good names #introjects #osddid #fictives #need names? I got names #name hoard #name requests #names for you

[fakesurprise]

The door was opened by a middle-aged man wearing jeans and a sweater and looking wary. The interior smelled cheap, and he looked to be nursing a hangover from the previous night.

“Can I help you?” he asked, looking confused. “If you want Dud, he’s across the way. The Henderson’s are in town.”

“I was just asking of anyone odd had come by today?”

“Besides you?” He let out a deep belly laugh.

“Yes.”

“Well, name’s Sandy Eply, ain’t seen you around before.”

“Sebelius Kushim, and no. I didn’t even know the town has trailers until today; the police were concerned about Dud.”

“Oh, Dud’s fine! He ain’t even human, bro. Hard not to be fine when you can turn into a proper wold, you know: give the ladies a right howling. Had a stern-looking lady over today asking about his business. She’s probably some kinda snake lady. Looks like she could bit a head clean off! And not the one you’d want bitten, eh? Eh?”

“I hadn’t considered that. Do you know what happened?”

“Oh, she went and banged on his door but not like a jilted lover. I know that noise from way back: it’s why trailers are the best. You hit the road and leave nothing behind and no regrets at all. He yelled for her to go away and sounded ticked. She told him to growl: figure she probably wanted him in some shifter home movie. Wolfie Does Dallas is a good one from my collection, but I wasn’t about to go offer up advice. Word from the wise is: don’t get between animals having a spat, even if they look like people. Shifter’s have tempers like you wouldn’t believe. Say one joke and they just lose their minds and it’s all fangs and claws and teeth and vet bills if you have a handy shotgun with the silver bullets. Can’t much afford those these days.”

“You’ve shot shifters?”

“Only when I had to, in my youth. Just the once if I’m being honest: he was angry his daughter had a credit in Howling Mud, which was about a bar with a mud pit and some were-cats and some kinda plot but mostly not that. Worked in some really good movies as a producer in Northern Hollywood. That’s what we called it up in Weed. Shot a lot of Sasquatch movies with some bear shifters there, few wolf ones. Most of them were pretty raunchy, especially the ‘Bigfoot Ate My Baby!’ where a Yeti hunts down a bigfoot. We shot some of that up in the rocky mountains: probably made the most from the sequel where their love child stalked the everglades.”

“You’re not doing movies here though?”

“Oh, no! The company went into bankruptcy ten years ago over for the usual reasons, but I made my millions and these days I get to consult on other movies, help the up and comers. It’ll run out eventually but the best part about the gravy train is the special sauce.” He winked.

I thanked him reflexively and walked away toward the other trailer

#writing #prose #nanowrimo #nano 2023 #the responsibilities of monsters

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

A Recipe for Disaster (Chap. 6)

Pt. 1 | Pt.2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | on AO3 here

“Robin! Robin, wake up, dammit!”

“Steve? What the hell? What time is it?”

“Robin, look.” Steve thrusts the note into her face

Blinking blearily, she manages to clear the sleep from her face and reads the note “Oh my god?” she says as if she knows she should be reacting, but doesn’t know why.

“Robin, he went back and took care of Sandy.”

She blinks at him twice. “I’m not following.”

Steve launches into what happened after Sandy ran off, how Eddie followed just to make more fun of Steve.

“Wait, hold on, that’s what you got from that?

“Uh yeah?”

“So the man races after you, who is on a terrified horse’s back, on foot (“He did?”), was the first one to get to you, and you think he did that just to give you your hat back and make fun of you?”

“Why else would he do that?”

She shrugs, “Maybe he’s got a crush on you? At the very least he cares about you.”

“He does NOT have a crush on me; and really? ‘Crush’? What are we, twelve?”

“Like I said, he at least cares about you. Did you not hear what I said? After being one of two people to rush forward and try to calm Sandy, he took off running after you. On foot. In damn dress shoes that probably cost a million dollars by themselves.”

Steve’s quiet. Silently willing himself to keep any sort of hope at bay.

“That’s not what’s happening. He’s trying to weasel his way in and throw me off.”

“Steve–”

“No, why else would he leave a passive aggressive note like this?” Steve stands and starts stomping back and forth in front of Robin’s bed. “‘She’s feeling better now, hope you are too.’? Obviously he’s insinuating that I can’t look after my own horse or myself.”

“Oh my god.” Robin groans, throwing her hands over her face and falling back on the bed. “Fine Steve, you win. He’s the big bad wolf and has zero other feelings besides ‘passive aggression towards Stephan Artur Harrington-Renaldi’. Can I get back to sleep now?”

“Robs, you keep poking fun at it, but the whole reason he’s here and even a factor in my life at all is because he’s literally trying to overthrow me. You say he cares, I say he’s pretending to to get me to let my guard down so the literal over-throwing part will be that much easier.”

She huffs out a long sigh, “Okay fine, I admit that could be a possibility.” she says, and sits back up “But can you admit that my thing may also be just as true?”

Steve thought it all back over again.. “I thought we made a real connection on my birthday, before I knew who he was, I don’t think you can fake that.”

“Yeah you really were down bad almost immediately.”

“Shut up. But then I find out he’s trying to take the throne, and that immediately puts the brakes on any feelings.. I was crushed Robs.”

“Yeah Dingus, I know. I was there while you wallowed that time, remember?”

“He looked so innocent when I saw him in his room that time, just a real person with a real hobby.”

“Your Peeping Tom moment, yes, I remember.”

“Then he was totally flirting with me when Dustin found us in that closet. But again, he could just be faking it more in order to throw me off.”

Steve’s head hurts.

“And now we’re here. Post-disaster. Post-’Eddie risking bodily harm to calm a literal giant of a horse and save Dingus then runs full speed after Dingus to make sure he’s okay’, post-’Eddie comforts Dingus’, and post-’Eddie leaves Dingus a love note’.”

Steve stares at her, slack-jawed.

“Robin, does Eddie have feelings for me?”

Her look softens at his tone, “I don’t know Dingus, you’d have to ask him.” She throws her covers off and steps up to hug him tight around the middle. “Though, if I was a betting man, I’d bet on it.”

He returns her embrace, “Not everything I hope.”

She shrugs, “I’ll keep you posted.”

–

The morning following the reviewing of the guard, Eddie finds himself outside Prime Minister Henderson’s office door. His stomach a rat’s nest of nerves, he gives a quick succession of knocks to the heavy wooden door.

“Come in!” Wayne’s gruff but friendly voice replies.

Eddie opens the door and sees his Uncle’s face scrunch into confusion.

“Eddie?” he hefts himself up from his seat to stand as Eddie enters the office.

“Hi Uncle Wayne, long time no speak.”.

“Please come in, sit down, is everything alright son?”

Oof, leave it to Wayne to hit him with the ‘son’ right off the bat. “Not entirely.” Eddie closes the door behind him and sits down in front of his Uncle.

“Uncle Wayne, I need your help.” Eddie puts his palm up to stop Wayne when he goes to speak. “Wait; let me apologize first. I’m sorry I haven’t stayed in better contact, I don’t have an excuse for anything that’s happened in the last few years. I thought dad knew best and only recently found a reason to believe otherwise. 

The reason should have been you every other time you’d been in my corner, should have been your new family, the one I should have made the slightest effort to know, it should have been our last conversation, but it wasn’t. It’s–”

“It’s the prince isn’t it?” Wayne cuts him off.

“What? How did you kn–” Eddie clears his throat, “What makes you think it was Steve?”

“A hunch. Also, you just called him ‘Steve’.”

Eddie balks at Wayne’s crooked mischievous smile. “You bastard, how do you know me so well?”

“Eddie, my boy, I’ve always seen you as a son to me. You know that right?”

Suddenly, Eddie’s cheeks are wet, and some of his hair is already sticking to his face. He’d left it loose but now he’s gonna be stuck swiping tear-soaked locks from his face for the rest of, what he’d been hoping would be, a serious conversation.

“Oh, Eddie…” Wayne once again hefts himself out of his chair and circles around his desk as quickly as he can while Eddie remains rooted in his seat.

Wayne’s arms are around him in no time at all, but Eddie’s heaving sobs by time he does, wrapping his arms around his uncle.

“Eddie, you were always too good for my no-good brother. I’ve always believed that.” Wayne’s rubbing soothing circles on his back. “I thought I’d lost you to that son-of-a—” Wayne clears his throat and Eddie smiles into his shoulder, “I’d always hoped you’d break out from under him and find your own way.”

“But you have Dustin now,” Eddie’s voice is small “Why care at all?”

Wayne pulls back and crouches in front of his nephew, pulling a hair tie and a handkerchief from his pocket as he does, and hands them over. Eddie takes them, and the new round of sobs that come with the gesture as he shakily pulls his hair back away from his face.

“You were there first.” Wayne grins at him and Eddie is grinning around smaller sobs and sniffles.

“Now, what do you need, son?”

“Honestly Wayne? I think it was this. I came here to ask for your advice. And to tell you what it is my father is plotting.”

Wayne nods, and circles back around his desk to take his seat. “Hopper told me his suspicions about what happened yesterday.”

“Well he kept the snake, if that tells you anything.”

--

Dustin accompanied Steve to Prime Minister Henderson’s office the morning after the review, intending on stopping there to let him know where Joyce will meet him for their next meeting before heading to the kitchens for breakfast with Max, Robin, and Nancy.

“It’s no problem at all, Aunt Joyce, we’re heading past there anyway so it’ll be super quick.” Steve had assured her.

“Thank you dear, you are a lifesaver; Wayne’s notorious for never checking his email so if there’s a change, he must be told in person or he’ll never show up to anything.”

Dustin gave Joyce a big toothy grin “Yes ma’am, that sounds like him. We’ll let him know.”

Stopping outside Wayne’s door, Steve wasn’t entirely surprised to hear voices from the other side, Wayne’s deep one accompanied by another slightly less deep one. He gave a questioning look to Dustin, who shrugged then short rap to the door.

“Come in!” Wayne called

Steve pushed open the door and upon seeing him Wayne stood and so did..Eddie?

“Apologies for intruding, Prime Minister, Lord Edmund, I was on my way through to breakfast and her majesty asked me to let you know that your 2pm conference was moved into the parliament chambers. She knew you wouldn’t have seen the email.” Steve gave Wayne a smile and a short wink.

Wayne smiled warmly back at him, eyes crinkling, “Thank you your highness, I will be sure to be there.”

Wayne gave a short bow, and Steve risked a glance at Eddie. He looked calm and collected, but his eyes looked wrecked, deep circles beneath them and slightly bloodshot. The fact that those eyes had already been boring into Steve before he’d spared a glance to the curly-haired brunette made Steve’s heart jump into his throat and look away just as quickly as he had laid eyes on him.

“Awesome! Thanks Mr. Henderson. I’ll let her know I was able to tell you.”

“Wayne, your highness; Wayne is just fine.” 

“No can do Mr. Henderson,” Steve was already ushering Dustin back out the door “You’ll be Wayne when you just call me Steve!”

“Touché, your highness.” he said with a laugh “Bye Dustin.”

“Bye Dad! Bye Eddie!” Dustin waved around Steve, who was closing the door.

As soon as it was, Dustin said “What was that all about? Wayne’s not that scary, there’s no need to feel like you need to escape. And you didn’t even say bye to Eddie.”

“Yeah, but you did, what’s with that? You know he’s trying to overthrow me right?” Steve started walking, and Dustin followed.

“He’s a good guy, you just gotta give him a chance.” Steve scoffed at that but Dustin continued “I’m serious, Steve.”

“You just like him because he plays that nerdy game of yours.”

“That’s not it, he’s als_wait, how’d you know he plays??”

Oh shit. Steve feels his face burning up “Uhm, I saw you guys when you did finally play.” Dustin looks absolutely floored. “I was passing by and caught a part of the game, you seemed to be having fun.”

“Well yeah, we were. ‘Cause Eddie’s fun. And a cool dude.”

Steve scoffed non-committedly and they continued in silence for a moment.

“He looked sad.” Steve whispered, almost just to himself.

Dustin looked at Steve incredulously, but must’ve seen something in his face that kept him from saying anything snarky, just replying with “Yeah, you’re right. He did.”

--

“Edmund, can I ask you a question?” Queen Joyce asks him. She’s sitting beside where he’s been baking up batches of cookies for the hoard of teens he’s found himself with lately. M&M for Dustin and Max, chocolate chip for Mike (and for the young Lord and Lady Sinclair, when they did end up joining the party), and oatmeal raisin for the wonder twins.

How they’ve managed to get him wrapped around their fingers this quickly is truly astounding.

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

Joyce gestures for him to sit beside her at the small table in the kitchen where she’d planted herself next to the hot baking sheets. He does, and she continues, “Why are you so against Steve becoming king?”

Eddie isn't. Far from it. He can’t explain why he doesn’t just tell her as much, but he says “My father feels that Prince Steve does not know the people.”

“And feel that you do? Know the people?”

“Well yes, I was born here, I went to primary school here…I am a true Genovian. Steve didn’t even know he was Genovian until much later and my father believes he’s spent too little time here since then.”

“Well I happen to think he will be a great ruler. He’s incredibly kind, sensitive, caring…”

“I know that.” Eddie whispers, not meaning to respond to the queen at all. Oops.

“You do?” She’s shocked.

“Yes. Yes I_I do, but, in his words, ‘how can one rule the people, if they do not know the people?’.”

Joyce smiles, “Touché, that’s a very good question.”

–

Being 100% honest, this is not what he thought would come of his conversation with Joyce. She really took the ‘not knowing the people’ part literally, and now here he was at a garden party not two days later, Steve bouncing between groups of people, smiling, tall, bright, and handsome, Prince Charming himself. In a pastel pink suit no less.

Chrissy caught him gawking, “Ah, so this is the unfortunate object of your affections?”

“Rude. Why are my affections unfortunate?”

Chrissy shrugs, giving him a shit eating grin.

He’d invited his good friend Lady Cunningham to accompany him, hoping to introduce her to Steve; help out with his ‘knowing the people’ any way he can. Chrissy was very influential to the affairs of dignitaries of all walks, she was sweet and charming and hadn’t met a single person she’d not got on with. Not even his father could resist her charms and consistently berated Eddie for not “hitching his wagon to that one”.

“And to think I was going to marry you.” Eddie shook his head and got an elbow to the ribs.

“Shut up, E! Someone will hear you and think it’s real.” Chrissy whispers, “You know people have already started ‘shipping’ us because you refuse to ask anyone else to be your date to these kinds of events.”

“You’re the one who keeps accepting!” He whispers back. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’d want all this for real.” Eddie gestures to himself and waggles his eyebrows at her.

Chrissy’s loud laugh calls the attention of almost the whole garden, some people hiding their own laughter when she starts snorting.

--

“Steve, look who’s here.” Nancy nudged him in the ribs with her sharp elbow

Steve turned and followed her line of sight, and there, at the entrance of the gardens, with an absolutely stunning woman on his arm, was Eddie.

“Ah. That his…girlfriend?”

Someone scoffed behind them, and they turned to look. It was a passing guest grabbing hors d'oeuvres from the table. “Edmund doesn’t have girlfriends. He has ‘dates’.” The guest looked up at the two, seeming to realize who he was talking to when he did. At the sight of the two royals in front of him, he blanched, and quickly scurried off.

“Well then…Shall we?” Nancy asked, wrapping her hand into the crook of Steve’s arm.

“Shall we what?”

“Say hello, of course.” She started off toward the other couple, pulling him along despite his protests. She was damn strong and ignored him, knowing he would come along at the very least just to make sure he doesn’t make a scene.

Suddenly, they were stopped and Steve dared to look forward, taking in the couple before him.

The woman was indeed stunning; a petite thing, especially next to Eddie’s tall build. Her strawberry blond hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, and it was wrapped in an emerald green bow that perfectly matched her dress.

Eddie’s curls were pulled back into a bun, a few soft tendrils pulled out around his face. The white suit Eddie was wearing suited him just as well as any of his all black ensembles did, and Steve couldn’t help but notice that the suit paired with his pastel pink button-up was the exact inverse of Steve’s own pastel pink suit and white undershirt.

“Well don’t you two look nice!” Eddie’s date mused, giving a bright grin. “I’m Lady Christine Cunningham, but please, call me Chrissy.”

She extended her hand to Nancy first, who took it “Nancy, very nice to meet you Chrisy.”

“Hello, Lady Christine, thank you for coming.” Steve took her hand and brushed a soft kiss to her knuckles in greeting,

“Chrissy, please, your highness.”

“If you’re Chrissy, I’m Steve.” He smiled at her, he always offered this informality, not minding when folks ignored his title, but no one ever took him up on it.

“Very well, Steve.” She grins easily. Wow, that’s a surprise. 

“So how do you two know each other?” Nancy asked Eddie, who’d remained quiet so far.

He cleared his throat, “We went to school together, been friends for a long time.” He smirked down at the petite woman beside him. “She’s quite the academic.”

“Really? What was your major?” Steve asked Chrissy

Eddie interrupted, “She actually majored in primary school education, she is looking to become a teacher.”

Not knowing why, Steve felt the need to come in for Nancy’s defense, “That’s amazing Chrissy! You know, Nancy here is currently pursuing her masters in journalism.”

Again, Chrissy looked like she was going to respond when Eddie responded instead, “Your highness, that’s amazing! Chrissy went to our local university, are you attending locally?”

Nancy made a small noise, but Steve was already (admittedly) bragging. “Nancy’s actually completing online courses at Harvard.” 

Eddie started saying something else but Steve caught Chrissy trying to say something, so he cut him off “Chrissy is actually trying to say something, yes, Chrissy?”

Giving him an odd look, Chrissy addresses Nancy, “Nancy, I feel like they are just going to continue their “my horse is bigger than your horse debacle”, care to join me for a cup of tea?”

Eddie rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment before Steve can, so he shoves his hands in his pockets and ducks his head to hide the flush to his face. ‘Damn, what the fuck was all that?’

“I thought you’d never ask; let's go find Robin. I’m certain she’ll be better company.” Nancy takes Chrissy’s hand and pulls her back toward the rest of the party “You know, his horse actually is pretty huge..”

There’s a moment of awkward silence and Steve starts to say something to break it when Eddie beats him to it.

“So she knows how big your horse is, does she?” Eddie gives him a sly wink and stalks off towards the palace’s hedge maze.

Steve is stunned, frozen for a good ten seconds before he follows after Eddie.

He’s been through this maze enough times that he knows exactly where he’s going. A fact that Eddie doesn’t seem to know, because he calls back out to Steve from not that far ahead “Better get moving, Stevie, don’t want to be caught by the minotaur.”

Steve’s mind is instantly flooded with a myriad of confusing feelings about Eddie calling him Stevie, but then is almost laughs at that minotaur comment, ‘What a fucking dork’ he finds himself thinking.

He catches up to Eddie as they enter the center of the maze, where a huge fountain sits right in the middle. It’s not fully on at the moment, but is usually spraying extra decorative spouts of water in addition to the column in the center.

“How dare you insinuate anything having to do with my private life.” he growls at the back of Eddie’s head.

Eddie throws a sly smile to Steve over his shoulder “I’m not insinuating anything, Your Highness; well, only that she’s met Sandy.”

Steve splutters. ‘Ah fuck, he’s got me there.’

Eddie spins and stalks backward instead. “But judging by your response, I don’t think I have to infer anything about that part of you anymore, now do I Stevie?” giving Steve an appraising look up and down.

Steve’s face turns beet red, fucking hell. He rolls his eyes and looks away, acting like he isn’t flustered by the thought of Eddie knowing what he’s working with. He stops walking when Eddie does, right at the edge of the stone fountain and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Wouldn't you like to know..” he grumbles under his breath.

There’s a pause before: “Maybe I do.”

Steve’s head snaps up and there is no snarky smile, no malice in Eddie’s face. Only a shy hint of a smile and bright red cheeks.

“Well tough shit.” Steve is pissed. How dare this man make him have feelings for him, crush him, then he wants to return them? Fuck that bullshit. “You could have known all about me, known all about what I'm working with, but you and that snake of a father had other plans.”

Eddie’s eyes widen and his smile drops; good, he knows exactly what Steve is trying to confess then. 

“It could’ve been you, Eddie.” Steve says quietly, thinking he might as well spell it out. “I really thought we connected and I happen to feel like we could’ve been great together.” The images he’d conjured back when Nancy had asked him if he could see himself with Eddie flash behind his eyes. “You know, Nancy asked me once if I could see myself with you.”

“She did?” Eddie’s voice is whisper-quiet.

Steve nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I told her how I had fallen head over heels for you during your damn lie dance,” Eddie’s short chuckle at that sounded wet, and when Steve looked up, there were tears swimming in the older man’s eyes.

“Then she asked. I told her no. But that was a damn dirty lie because I could picture it so clearly, Eddie.”

Eddie’s mouth drops open in surprise, but Steve cuts him off before he can mutter a single syllable.

“Don’t worry, I stuffed all those pictures into the back of a drawer up here,” Steve taps his temple, his anger coming back into his voice. “But I can’t risk seeing them ever again so I’m going to burn them. Wipe them from my mind forever.” Another lie, he’s going to hold onto those as long as he damn well pleases, but he doesn’t have to know that.

“I am engaged to be married to a wonderful woman who supports me as I am, and will be there to support me when I take over the throne from my Aunt.” Steve mimes wiping his hands together then shaking them off, boring his sight into the depths of Eddie’s wide eyes. “I’m wiping my hands of you, Edmund Muñoz. You will be a pain in my side until coronation, then after that, it will be as if you never existed.”

He turns to leave, feeling both lighter and weighed down after his confession. Lighter knowing that Eddie now knows his feelings, but weighed down knowing he lied to him about wanting to be rid of him.

“Steve, wait!“ Eddie grabbed his elbow and for some reason, Steve let himself be whirled around and into Eddie’s embrace, chest to chest, heart to pounding heart.

From the look on the taller man’s face, he hadn’t expected them to end up so close either, but as soon as Steve was in his embrace, both men immediately lost every thought in their heads. They both started leaning forward and closer to the inevitable until finally, finally, their lips brushed together. 

Steve let his eyes droop, heavy-lidded while they were drawing closer, but now, he closed them and every other sense off in order to take in only the man in front of him. Pressed himself fully to Eddie. Eddie, whose lips were soft on his in even this, barely a breath of a kiss. Eddie, whose arms he fit into like they were made only for each other. Eddie, whose large, warm hands traveled up Steve’s arms to cup his jaw with the softest touch imaginable. 

There was no way he was ever going to recover from this.

Steve reveled in the kiss for the longest moment he could. He let himself feel the fireworks in their touch, the lights of the same bursting behind his eyelids, never to be seen again; he allowed himself this for a single fleeting moment, then forced himself to come back to his senses. Even when the flame in his heart for the man currently holding him like he was precious, grew to an overwhelming size and temperature. 

“Mph–what the hell are you doing?” Steve pushed Eddie off of him, the other man looking just as stunned in what just happened, what was currently happening. Then, as if seeing it in slow motion, Steve registered Eddie’s face morphing into panic as they both realized at the same time that he was now tripping and falling backwards towards the pool at the bottom of the fountain.

“Oh shit, Eddie!” Steve lunged forward and was able to wrap his arms around Eddie’s waist, but it was too late. The momentum of Eddie’s fall had them both falling, right into the frigid waters.

Steve fell half onto Eddie, and half directly onto one of the spouts for the fountain’s water show. The spout jabbed directly under the ribs on his left side, and punched the breath out of his lungs. He took in a mouthful of water and shot himself up out over the surface of the pool.

Hacking, coughing, side hurting, and feeling like he was going to hurl, Steve managed to catch something coming from the man beside him.

“—ou alright?” 

Steve took a wet, shuddering breath and stood shakily, stepping carefully out of the fountain before he responded. “How about you stay underwater and I’ll count to a million?”

“Stevie—“ 

“No!” he spun around and winced at the pain in his side, clutching at it over the suddenly more see-through material of his suit.

For a moment, he was taken aback by the sight of Eddie. Sitting in the pool, the majority of his curls now free from their bun, sopping wet and hanging from his head, plus the pained expression he wore made him look like a kitten that's been left out in the rain. 

Now his heart hurts, along with his side. 

“No, Edmund, you stay here and figure out why you think it’s okay to go around kissing people; specifically engaged people.” he turned on his heel and hurried back through the hedges toward the party. 

“Steve! Stevie, wait, you’re hurt!” He could hear the splashing and sloshing as Eddie got himself out of the water as fast as he could, but he didn’t turn back. Couldn’t turn back. 

Steve steps into the light outside the hedges and nearly crashes into Dustin.

“Steve? What happened?”

“Doesn’t matter, help me inside?”

“Sure, no problem man, are you okay?” He could see that Steve was clutching his side, and probably could see something in his expression in addition to his soaked appearance. 

“Honestly Dusty? I don’t think so.”

They walked along in silence for a moment, luckily not running into many people on their way toward the palace. Until they reached the end of the gardens. 

“Steve? What are you–”

“Aunt Joyce, you don’t want to know.”

Her gaze swept over him and settled on his face. The fire behind her eyes told him otherwise.

“Head inside and get cleaned up, I will meet you after supper.”

Steve only nodded, and Dustin sent in a call over his mic as they started in. “Sparrow returning to the birdhouse; Eagle remains in the yard.” Giving him an appraising look, he also calls “Inform Robin of Sparrow’s whereabouts; she will pass it to Owl.” before asking “You think it’s a bad idea for Robin’s callsign to be Robin?”

“I think it’s hilarious actually.”

–

“Stephan, you tell me right this instant what your exact feelings are for Lord Muñoz.”

Steve had gone to wait in Joyce’s suite after they’d finished supper, knowing he’d want to get this done and over with sooner than later.

“You are found in a closet with a man who is not your betrothed, come out of a fountain dripping wet with the same man who is not your betrothed? What kind of message is this sending to the people, to Parliament? We are supposed to be on top of things around here.”

“I don’t know what to tell you Aunt Joyce, it’s not like I plan for these things to happen.” Steve huffs.

“Start talking Stephan.” Joyce sits in front of him with her cup of tea and waits.

He thinks it over. It could be so easy to tell her (and tell himself) that he doesn’t have any feelings for Edmund, that he’d left them there with the same man in that damn fountain. It should be easy to do so. Lie to himself now and make himself believe it. 

But he can’t.

Even with as much as he wants to, Robin’s words and Eddie’s actions tell him that he and Eddie both had feelings for each other. Have feelings for each other.

“Oh Steve, honey.”

Joyce’s words snap him out of it and he realizes tears have started falling from his eyes. ‘Why the hell am I so emotional lately?’ he thinks to himself.

“It’s been a very stressful couple of weeks darling, I can assume that’s why.” Joyce sits beside him and wraps her arms around him.

“I said that out loud didn’t I?” he returns Joyce’s embrace, sinking into it fully.

“You did, yes.”

“Joyce…I am head over heels for him. I don't know how I can make it stop.”

She holds him and rubs his back comfortingly for a minute or two.

“Steve, honey, I can’t tell you what to do. No one can. I can only tell you what you already know.”

“That I have to keep parliament happy if I want to become King.”

She’s quiet again and continues rubbing circles into his back. “I will support you no matter what, honey, remember that.”

“Thank you, Aunt Joyce.”

She pats his back and sits up tall again, "Now try to get some sleep, you'll want to look your best for the Independence Day parade tomorrow.”

Steve heaves a deep sigh. "I will try.”

Chap. 7 here!

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Last Updated - 10/14/23

Supernatural 

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Fire and Fear -  Sam has awful nightmares about Jess and Dean is there to help. (Angst)

Castiel

Jack Kline (Platonic)

Gabriel

Rowena Mcleod

Crowley

Benny

Andy

Multiple

Criminal Minds 

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Multiple

Harry Potter

Young Sirius Black 

Young Remus Lupin 

Young James Potter 

Cedric Diggory 

Hermione Granger 

Neville Longbottom 

Luna Lovegood 

Draco Malfoy 

Harry Potter 

Fred Weasley 

George Weasley 

Ron Weasley 

Oliver Wood

Multiple

Confessions Of Love - Small stories about you confessing your love for HP characters. (Fluff)

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Death - The Greene Family farm was a miracle to everyone. Except for one person.(Angst)

Glenn Rhee

Multiple

Pirates Of The Caribbean

Jack Sparrow

Will Turner

Multiple

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon 

Violet Harmon 

Kit Walker 

Lana Winters 

Cordelia Foxx 

Kyle Spencer 

Misty Day 

Zoe Benson 

Blushing Butterflies -Zoe and the reader have massive crushes on each other, only Zoe doesn’t realize it because of the readers calm nature. (Fluff)

Jimmy Darling 

James March 

Elizabeth 

Multiple

The Hobbit/LOTR

Thorin Oakenshield 

Kili Durin 

Fili Durin 

Bofur 

Bombur 

Bifur 

Dwalin 

Balin 

Oin 

Gloin 

Ori 

Dori 

Nori 

Bilbo Baggins 

Samwise Gamgee 

Frodo 

Merry 

Elrond 

Legolas Greenleaf 

Tauriel 

Multiple

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Percy Jackson 

Grover Underwood 

Annabeth Chase 

Hazel Levesque

Jason Grace 

Leo Valdez 

Piper McLean 

Frank Zhang 

Nico Di Angelo (Platonic) 

Multiple

Marvel

Tony Stark 

Steve Rogers 

Bucky Barnes 

Wanda Maximoff 

Pietro Maximoff 

Thor 

Loki 

Jack Thompson 

Peggy Carter

Daniel Sousa

Howard Stark

Natasha Romanoff 

Clint Barton 

Sam Wilson 

Bruce Banner 

Peter Parker 

Multiple

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington 

Eddie Munson 

Robin Buckley 

Nancy Wheeler 

Lucas Sinclair 

Erica Sinclair (Platonic) 

Mike Wheeler 

Dustin Henderson 

Gareth Emerson 

Jonathan Byers 

Argyle 

Multiple

Horror

Paul 

David 

Dwayne 

Marko 

Michael Emerson 

Michael Myers

Bo Sinclair 

Flowers -  Giving Bo the flowers you picked. (Fluff)

Vincent Sinclair 

Lester Sinclair 

Bubba Sawyer 

Disabled S/0 - Bubba Sawyer with a S/O who uses a cane. (Fluff)

Nubbins Sawyer 

Choptop Sawyer 

Thomas Hewitt 

Patrick Hocksetter 

Henry Bowers 

Victor Criss 

Reggie Huggins 

Losers Club (Platonic) 

Norman Bates

Billy Loomis 

Stu Macher 

Spooky Lovers - Just two people confessing their love during the spooky season (Fluff)

Randy Meeks 

Tatum Riley 

Brahms Heelshire

Billy Lenz

Tiffany Valentine

Carrie White

Multiple

Meetings - Meeting all the Lost Boys (Fluff)

Grease

Danny Zuko

Kenickie

Putzie

Fear - Putzie has a nightmare and Danny gets worried. Platonic or Romantic; your choice.(Fluff)

Fever - Putzie is extremely sick and after trying to tough it out he seeks help from Danny and Sandy.(Fluff)

Date? - Putzie gets help from his friends to ask out his crush.(Fluff)

The Sting In His Heart 1/2 - Putzie’s been bullied his entire life, it’s been getting worse and worse with every school year. But now that he has four overprotective friends on his side, what's going to happen to those bullies? (Angst)

Blurb - (Fluff)

Doody

Sunny

Multiple

LA One Piece

Luffy

Sanji

Blurb - (Smut)

Zoro

Usopp

Buggy

[alien-magnolia]

Steve Harrington x fem! reader - “Winter Break”

Edit: feel free to request a specific story/headcannon! I’ll be happy to write it. Mind some of the grammar- this is barely edited.

Word count: 1K

Summary: overprotective Steve x fem! reader spend the night together on winter break. Fluff. Song mentioned: “Camel By Camel” by Sandy Marton.

Tags on bottom of the post

Winter Break

You shuddered in your thin coat as you walked towards that infamous red sedan, belonging to none other than your boyfriend, Steve Harrington. It was the last day of school before the first winter break at Hawkins High, and everyone (who already didn’t leave) was itching to run out that door and start a well-needed break. The lot was more or less empty, but here you were waiting for your boyfriend who insisted that he had to stay, because Dustin apparently wanted to show him something.

Him and Dustin. What a funny pair. You found it hillarious that one of Steve’s best friends was a 15-year-old.

“Y/n!!, Y/n!!,” you hear your boyfriend's voice call as he runs to you. “Hey!,” he smiles and brings you in for a quick kiss. “Hey Stevie,” you reply, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. “So what did Henderson have to show you?,” you smirked. “Well…, he sheepishly began. Just something D&D related he’s been working on. A new character.” You chuckled, and then brought your arms off him to grip your coat a little tighter. Steve noticed, of course. He was really one of the most protective, even over-protective boyfriends you ever had. “You cold, sweetheart? Come on, let’s get you inside.” Steve hummed, and opened the door of his car for you first, and then got in himself.

“Shit, you muttered. I thought it wasn’t supposed to be this cold ‘till January.”

Steve sympathetically smiled, and reached to undo his jacket, handing it to you. “Here, princess. Have mine, don’t want you getting too cold.” “Thank you, Stevie,” you grinned. He grinned back at you and the two of you drove off, on the way to his house.

“Camel by camel!!,” Steve sang off key as he turned on the radio. He hummed along, turning to you expectantly when the chorus came up. “I don’t know any of the words!,” you retorted, and both of you broke into a fit of laughter.

“Wait,” you started, as Steve turned the car left. “Can we go get some snacks?” you ask. Steve chuckles. “Of course, sweetheart. Let me just park.” He parked the car and the two of you made your way into the supermarket. As the two of you walked by this old man, Steve caught him staring at you, and responded by wrapping his hand around you, bringing you closer. Steve kept you close as the two of you shopped inside, too. You found it incredibly endearing.

“I didn’t like how that guy was looking at you,” Steve mumbled quietly while pulling you close. While others might have found it annoying, you thoroughly enjoyed the fact that you had such a protective boyfriend. He deeply cared for you, and you didn’t find his behavior to seem controlling at all. It was cute how he would be bothered if a random man looked at you for too long (you were pretty eye-catching, as he would say) or when the two of you were out in public, he’d always have a hand draped around you. It was adorable.

The two of you picked out some cereal, some cans of coke, and chips. Steve paid for it, and you took the shopping bag off the metal counter, ready to walk to the exit. “Let me carry it, y/n,” Steve replied and his big hands took the bag from you. You retorted a little, because you were just trying to help, but Steve insisted.

Once the two of you were in the car, he turned the radio up a little again, and you then drove off to his house. Steve parked in his driveway, and then got out of the car first, to open the door for you. You took his hand as he led you to the door, opening it.

Steve’s parents were a bit rich, and the house was nice, on the bigger side. Steve set the groceries down on the kitchen table and walked over to you, now sitting on the couch.

“I missed this,” you sigh, as you lean onto his shoulder. “Me too, sweet girl,” he replied as he brought you into him to cuddle closer. He smelled like Head and Shoulders shampoo, with that little bit of Farrah Fawcet hair spray. ‘How about a movie and some pizza?,” you ask him. Steve agrees and goes to call to order the pizza. You pick out this older horror movie, The Exorcist. It was one of your favorites but sometimes Steve got a little scared.

The pizza came about half an hour later, and you and Steve ate it on the couch. “You got a little something there…,” Steve said, reaching for your cheek to wipe some of the pizza sauce off. You really loved how much he cared for you. You giggled as you wrapped your arms around him, giving him a little kiss on the cheek. He pulled you into his lap and protectively wrapped his arms around your waist. The two of you sat like this through-out the whole movie, although Steve sometimes flinched a little — he didn’t like horror. It was you who was the horror fan here.

It had started to snow, and it was already dark outside. The temperature dropped to a little below freezing. You looked out the window, noticing the ice spreading across the glass. There was a bit of ice on the doorstep too.

“How about you stay the night, y/n?,” Steve asked as he came up behind you and gave you a little kiss on the cheek. “It’s very cold out, and I don’t want you walking home by yourself in this weather. It’s not safe with all that ice out.” he continued.

You couldn’t drive, so either you walked home tonight or stayed at Steve’s. His parents weren’t going to be home until tomorrow afternoon. You smiled, “Sure. I’ll stay, Stevie, but I don’t have any pajamas with me.” “I’ll get you one of my shirts.”

He turned off the lights in the kitchen and the tv, leading you up the stairs to his room. You sat on the edge of his bed as he handed you one of his t-shirts. As you slid your shirt and bra off, he couldn't stop staring. “You’re so beautiful, y/n.” He smiled, and you brought him into another hug.

After watching another movie in his room, the two of you shut off the tv and fell asleep, the wind and snow outside battering the windows.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #st 4 #steve x female reader #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #steve stranger things #steve st4 #joe keery #joseph quinn #steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #eddie munson #stranger things eddie #eddie munson x you

[tropes-and-tales]

Riptide

Characters:  Benny “Borracho” Magalon and F!Reader

WC:  1750

Other Pieces:  This is a one-off piece.

CW:  Angst.

It is a voicemail you are never supposed to get.  It shouldn’t have been a voicemail at all.

You miss the incoming call from your boyfriend.  Benny’s working late—his hours are as erratic as always—and you’re relaxing at home after your own long work week.  Alone on a Friday, you decide to pamper yourself:  a warm bath with a lavender bath bomb, lit candles, a frothy romance novel.  Phone off to avoid the incessant chiming of incoming messages from friends trying to coax you to join them on their night out.

You don’t catch it until hours later.  You’re dressed for bed, and you turn your phone back on.  You scroll through the messages from your friends, and then you notice a voicemail.

You can’t help the way your heart does a little stutter-step in your ribcage when you see it’s from Benny.  It’s only been a few months of dating, but you’ve been steadily falling for him—like starting in a shallow tide pool and then wading into deeper waters.  

Only a few months in, and already you can feel the stronger pull of the riptide threatening to tug you into open waters.  A scary thought, given your disastrous past with your cheating ex.  But Benny, despite his tattoos and stubble and cop-persona, is a fixed presence.  A soothing one.  If you’re being led into deeper waters, it’s only because he has his steadying hand in yours, making you feel safe as you start to tread water.

The first three minutes of the voicemail is just background noise and conversation.  He obviously called by accident, a butt-dial or similar.  You smile when you realize it, but the smile falls within the first minute.  

The conversation, the background noise.  You aren’t a cop, but it doesn’t sound like work.

In fact, it sounds like a party.  You can make out the droning of a television, and you can hear Benny talking with other men—you can make out a few of the voices.  Big Nick, his boss.  The detective you met once, Zapata.  

Was this some undercover thing? ��Benny told you he was working late, had pressed a rueful kiss to your mouth when you had asked about making plans for the night.

If it was an undercover thing, why are they using their names?  You can hear one of the men clearly say the name “Henderson,” and you know that’s another of Benny’s coworkers.

It’s the last minute of the voicemail that’s the knife in your chest, the sandy ground beneath your feet giving way as you’re swept out to sea.  Alone.

*****

Benny doesn’t realize anything is wrong at first.  He’s exhausted from a long couple of days working doubles, and he’s just happy to see you.  

When you turn your head so that he misses your mouth and instead brushes a kiss against your cheekbone, he doesn’t even clock it.

He doesn’t notice that you keep your shoes on instead of kicking them off as you usually do when you come over.  He doesn’t notice how you sit on his couch—perched at the edge—while he brings plates and silverware for the takeout already sitting on the coffee table.

He doesn’t even notice the strained quality of your voice when you ask, “how was work last night?”

“It was good.”  He hands you a plate, passes you the pad Thai.  

“Were you working on a case?” you ask.  You take the plastic container and dole out a small bit, then pass it back.

“Yeah.”

You glance at him, and even then he doesn’t notice how red-rimmed your eyes are.  Some fucking detective he is—every clue is right in front of him, screaming that something is very wrong.  

He doesn’t see it now.  He’ll see it in a few hours, when he starts to reconstruct the evening in his head like the crime scene it becomes.

“So what is it?” you ask.  “Like a murder case or…”  You trail off, and Benny chuckles at your sudden interest.

“We got a lot of cases on the board,” he says, and he doesn’t clock that either—how easily the lie rolls off of his tongue.  Probably because it’s a half-truth.  Not a complete lie.  Major Crimes has a whole slate of unsolved cases, and they are always putting in extra hours to tackle the work load.

Of course he wasn’t working last night, though.  Or maybe he was, depending on one’s viewpoint.  Major Crimes only works as well as it does because of the fraternal bonds between him and his boss and his fellow detectives.  Every department, every precinct that Benny’s worked at has a version of it.  The softball leagues.  The happy hours.  Moments to be together and bond and let off steam.

“So were you at the precinct then?” you ask, and this is the moment that Benny starts to notice something is off.  You’ve always been interested in his work, but this feels uncomfortably like an interrogation.

“…yeah.”

Again, the lie comes so easy to him.  Of course he wasn’t at the precinct.  He was at the usual hotel party with the guys.

Maybe he would have broached the subject of those hotel parties to you earlier, but in the months since Benny’s known you, he’s come to realize that despite your strength and competence, you are remarkably insecure about men.  About relationships.  Your lone serious relationship before Benny ended after multiple instances of cheating on your ex’s part.

Early on, you had stared deep into Benny’s eyes and begged him to just cut you loose if he met someone else.  To choose a breakup over cheating.  

From there, the hotel parties became a topic to discuss another day.  Always a day in the future, never now.  Benny has the idea to ease you into it, or at least get to sturdier ground before he brings it up.  You have little trust in men and are only just starting to trust him after months together.

He glances over at you, but you’ve pulled your phone out of your pocket.  You fiddle with it, tap a few buttons, and then lay it on the coffee table.

It’s a voicemail, and you’ve helpfully put it on speaker to play.

It’s not just a voicemail.  It’s him.  And the guys.  From last night at the hotel.

“Hey, you—” he starts to say, but you shush him.  You gesture at the phone and make him listen.

Four fucking minutes.  Four minutes for a sick flush to course through him, to feel the sweat break out on his palms.  The lone bite of Thai food he swallowed creeps up the back of his throat.  

He can’t be certain how it happened, but Benny distinctly remembers pulling up his text messages to read your last one to him that night—a chipper don’t work too late!  He must have hit the little phone icon by your name.  He must have called you by accident and never noticed.

It’s the last minute of the voicemail when you start to cry.  You’re quiet; the tears only roll down your cheeks and drip from your chin.  You only breathe a little deeper, shaky, as the two of you listen to the last minute.

It’s mostly Big Nick talking.  Big Nick clear as day, cheering and laughing and being his usual hotel-party, Big-Nick self.  Acting as the evening’s ringleader which…he always is.

“The girls are here.  Party can finally start for real,” Big Nick says in the recording.  There’s muffled murmuring, women’s voices and the voices of the detectives, greetings, small talk.  Someone makes what sounds like a joke or an innuendo—Z, from the sounds of it—and there’s laughter.

“Borracho, gonna get you laid tonight!” Big Nick calls out on the voicemail.  “Got you two red-heads, so you can pick which one you like best.”

Then the voicemail cuts out.

“Baby, I can explain,” he says, and even he winces at how much he sounds like an asshole.  Defensive.  

If voicemails lasted for five minutes, you would have heard the rest:  how Borracho demurred, said he was good.  How Big Nick and the guys ribbed him but how they let it go after a moment.  The guys never press the point of the women at these events—if Benny turns a girl down, that’s just one more for them.

You shake your head as  you swipe at your eyes.  “Explain what?  You said you were working at the precinct.  You lied to me.”

It’s true.  He lied.  In fact, he lied only moments before you played the voicemail, kept that lie going.  

The lies come so easy, it doesn’t matter that he didn’t cheat on you, that he would never cheat on you.  The lies obliterate every truth:  that the entire night at the hotel, he sat and thought of you, wished he was with you.  That once he was halfway drunk, he got sappy-stupid about how much he was falling for you, how he sat with one of those red-heads on the couch and talked all about you.  How he had unlocked his traitorous phone and showed the woman pictures of the two of you, snapped only the weekend before at the beach.

“I didn’t cheat.  I promise—” he starts to say but you wave him off with a tired flap of your hand.  You stand up and gaze down at him, your eyes swollen and glittering with the rest of the tears you haven’t shed yet.

“You lied.  What are your promises worth to me now?”

Maybe it’d be better if you screamed at him.  If you called him terrible names, if you take a swing at him.  Maybe it’d be better if you escalated this moment until there’s a crack in your façade that he can pry open and get to you, explain to you.  

But you only gaze down at where he sits with those sad eyes of yours, and that’s what makes it the worst: the way you don’t even look surprised.  Like you were expecting it all along, like he’s just another feckless man to treat you poorly and break your heart.

Benny can only watch as you slide your phone back into your pocket and then walk to his door.  A beat where you pause, your hand on the doorknob, and you half-turn to him.

“Don’t call me again, Benny,” you say softly, and no—this is the worst part after all.  Your quiet voice.  Not yelling at him.  Just your sad, tired voice, telling him that it’s over.

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[negativemindfeild]

is it really that hard?

just read...

SHOWS;

shameless ;

ian gallagher, fiona gallagher, lip gallagher, mickey milkovich, kevin ball, v fisher, carl gallagher, and frank gallagher

nsfw available for all [ s5 + for ian, lip, and mickey, s11 for carl]

stranger things ;

jim hopper, steve harrington, eddie munson, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, billy hargrove, mike wheeler, will byers, dustin henderson, lucas sinclair, max mayfield, and el hopper

nsfw available for all except mike, will, dustin, lucas, max, and el

the umbrella academy ;

diego hargreeves, allison hargreeves, klaus hargreeves, five hargreeves, ben hargreeves, and viktor hargreeves

nsfw available for all except five

the last of us ;

joel miller [ROMANTIC] ellie williams [PLATONIC]

nsfw available for joel

black butler ;

sebastian micheals, finny, bard, mei-rin, grell sutcliff, william t. spears, undertaker, and claude faustus

nsfw available for all

inside job ;

reagan ridley, brett hand, ron staedtler, and andre lee

nsfw available for all

kobra kai ;

daniel larusso, johnny lawrence, hawk moskowitz, robby keene, miguel diaz, and demetri alexopoulos

nsfw available for daniel and johnny

supernatural ;

sam winchester, dean winchester, castiel novak, lucifer, crowley, and john winchester

nsfw available for all

lucifer [netflix] ;

lucifer morningstar

nsfw available 

demon slayer ;

kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui, obanai igura, sanemi shinazugawa, mitsuri kanroji, shinobu koxho, giyu tomioka, gyomei himejima,  daki, gyutaro, muzan kibutsuji, kokoshibo, douma, akaza, enmu, tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agamatsu, inosuke hashibira, genya shinazugawa, and muichiro tokito

nsfw available for all except tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke, genya, or muichiro

gotham ;

oswald cobblepot, fish moony, sal maroni, victor zsasz, edward nygma, harvey bullock, harvey dent, alfred pennytworth, and bruce wayne

nsfw available for all except bruce

daredevil ;

matt murdock

nsfw available

the mandolorian ;

din djarin 'mando'

nsfw available

GAMES; 

call of duty ;

simon riley 'ghost', johnny mactavish 'soap', john price, kyle garrick 'gaz', alejandro vargas, phillip graves and könig

nsfw available for all

red dead redemption 2 ;

arthur morgan, bill williamson, charles smith, colm o'driscoll, dutch van der linde, hosea matthews, javier escuella, john marston, kieran duffy, micah bell, karen jones, mary-beth gaskill, abigail roberts and sean magurie

nsfw available for all

team fortress 2 ;

spy, mun-dee mundy 'sniper', jeremy 'scout', mr ludwig 'medic', mikhail 'heavy', pyro, tavis finnegan degroot 'demoman', mister jane doe 'soldier', dell gonagher'engineer'

nsfw available for all

stardew valley ;

harvey, maru, sebastian, abigail, sam, penny, elliott, leah, alex, hailey, shane, emily, and sandy

nsfw available for all

sally face ;

sal fisher, travis phelps, larry johnson, and ash campbell

nsfw unavailable

mortal kobat 1 ;

johnny cage, kenshi takahashi, raiden, kung lao, lui kang, kui liang 'scorpion', bi-han 'sub-zero', tomas vrbada 'smoke', syzoth 'reptile', rain, kitana, mileena, and sindel

nsfw available for all

doki doki literature club ;

monica, yuri, natsuki, and sayori

nsfw unavailable

danganronpa ;

makoto naegi, byakuya togami, mondo owada, kiotaka ishimaru, yasuhiro hagakure, leon kuwata, hajime hinata, nagito kamado, izuru kamakura, chiaki nanami, gundham tanaka, sonia nevermind, kazuichi souda, fuyuhiko kuzuryu, peko pekoyama, ibuki mioda, shuichi saihara, kokichi ouma, gonta gokuhara, k1-b0, miu iruma, rantaro amami, kaito mamota, kaede akamatsu, and kirumi tojo

nsfw available for all

MOVIES;

spiderverse ;

peter b parker, miguel o’hara, hobie brown, spider-man noir, ben parker, jess drew, miles morales, miles morales [ earth-42 ], gwen stacy, and  pavitr prabhakar

nsfw available for peter b, miguel, hobie, noir, ben, and jess

star wars ;

obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, padme amidala, qui-gon jinn, luke skywalker, han solo, leia skywalker, ben solo ‘kylo ren’, poe dameron, finn, rey skywalker, armitage hux, and cassian andor 

nsfw available for all

marvel cinematic universe ; 

tony stark, steve rogers, bucky barnes, sam wilson, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, vision, bruce banner, natasha romanoff, clint barton, peter parker, loki laufeyson, and thor odinson

nsfw available for all except peter

x-men ;

logan howlett ‘wolverine’, peter maximoff ‘quick silver’, erik lehnsherr ‘magneto’, charles xavier, hank mccoy ‘beast’, kurt wagner ‘nightcrawler’, warren worthington iii ‘archangel’, storm, and scott summers ‘cyclops’

nsfw available for all

deadpool ; 

wade wilson ‘deadpool’, colossus, and weasel 

nsfw available for all

karate kid ;

daniel larusso and johnny lawrence

nsfw unavailable 

the breakfast club ;

john bender, andrew clark, brian johnson, claire standish, and allison reynolds

nsfw available for all

the outsiders ;

dallas winston, darry curtis, sodapop curtis, steve randell, two-bit matthews, johnny cade, and ponyboy curtis

nsfw available for darry and two-bit

the hobbit ;

bilbo baggins, thorin oakensheild, fili durin, kili durin, thranduil, legolas greenleaf, and bofur

nsfw available for all

lord of the rings ;

frodo baggins, sam gamgee, merry brandybuck, pippin took, gimli, legolas greenleaf, aragorn, and boromir

nsfw available for all

scream ;

billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, sidney prescott, tatum riley, and dewey riley

nsfw available for all

the ballad of songbirds and snakes ;

coriolanus snow, sejanus plinth, lucy gray baird, reaper ash, and jessup diggs

nsfw available for all except lucy gray

#shameless #stranger things #the umbrella academy #the last of us #black butler #inside job #cobra kai #supernatural #lucifer netflix #demon slayer #kny #gotham #daredevil #the mandalorian #call of duty #red dead redemption 2 #team fortress 2 #stardew valley #sally face #mortal kombat 1 #doki doki literature club #danganronpa #spider man #spider verse #star wars #marvel cinematic universe #x men #deadpool #karate kid #the breakfast club

[vance-e]

masterlist

who i write for ( it’s going to be 70s, 80s, 90s, characters only (maybe), or movies/series set in those times like Stranger things)

started: 25/8/22

ended:  

REQUESTS ARE: OPEN

            ╔═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╗╔═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╗

THE BLACKPHONE

vance hopper

bruce yamada

finney blake

robin allerano

griffin staggs (platonic)

gwen blake

billy showalter 

IT ( 2017)

henry bowers

patrick hockstetter

victor criss

reginald ”belch” huggins

beverly marsh

bill denbrough

richie tozier

eddie kaspbrak

ben hanscom

stanley uris

STRANGER THINGS

jane hopper

mike wheeler

nancy wheeler

dustin henderson

steve harrington

will byers

jonathan byers

henry creel

lucas sinclair

erica sinclair (platonic)

eddie munson

gareth emerson

jason carver

billy hargrove

max mayfield

Dr. alexei 

jim hopper

THE GOONIES

mouth

mikey walsh

brandon walsh

chunk (platonic)

data

andy

GREASE

kenickie��murdoch

danny zuko

sandy olsson 

betty rizzo

frenchy

tom chisum

ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW

frank N. furter

brad majors

janet weiss

rocky horror

eddie

DIRTY DANCING

frances houseman

johnny castle

penny johnson

vivian pressman

max kellerman

robbie gould

i will add more later :) and please request im running out of ideas!!

#stranger things #masterlist #vance-e #the black phone #It 2017 #the goonies #the rocky horror picture show #grease 1978 #vance hopper x reader #danny zuko x reader #brandon walsh x reader #henry creel x reader

[hitsmelikeasteamroller]

Family Road Trip

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: short fic ab Eddie taking you and your friends in a road trip to the lake

a/n: hi everyone! this not proofread plz be kind lol! also i’d like to promote my other Eddie fic ‘Tis the Damn Season which won’t show up under any tags for some reason,,, Thanks :)

•

The van makes thudding noises as it hits potholes and cracks in the road. Dustin and Mike are in the backseat arguing over something involving Star Wars lore. You sit in the passenger seat as Eddie drives the van full of your friends to your aunts house for the weekend. Mike, Dustin, Gareth and Lucas rode in the backseat rows of Eddie’s van. It’s summer break and the underclassmen in the Hellfire club had been complaining about not having anything to do so you offered a road trip across the state to your aunt’s place on the lake.

Eddie has one hand on your thigh as you switch out the cassette that had been playing. The boys in the backseat shout music requests but you hardly listen, opting to play music you and Eddie enjoy.

Eddie smiles and glances over at you as one of his favorite songs starts playing.

“Nice pick babe.” he grins as he starts to bop his head and drum on the steering wheel.

“When are you gonna play music that anyone other than you guys likes?” Dustin shouts from the backseat. The other boys grumbled in agreement.

“As if Henderson. I’M driving your asses to HER family house, so WE are picking the music.” Eddie pushes back as you turn around to look at the four of them in a “yeah, fuck off.” kind of way.

That shuts the boys up and they go back to their conversations. You turn to Eddie, fixing a piece of his hair that has began to stick straight up “Thanks for driving us Eds.” you mumble as you mean back in your seat, staring out the windshield at the passing road.

“Course, babe. I’d do anything for those guys, plus I get a romantic lakeside getaway with you.” He makes a suggestive face as you laugh lightly in response.

“How much longer?” Mike whines. You and Eddie look at each other and roll your eyes.

Finally arriving at your aunt’s house, you take advantage of the boys and make them carry your suitcase into the house. Your aunt is gone for the weekend, leaving the six of you with the house to yourselves. Everyone chooses a room to sleep in, or the couch in the living room (Gareth doesn’t want to share.) You and Eddie share a bedroom in the back of the house, closest to the lake. As you begin to unpack your necessities, Eddie flops down on the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes, seemingly ready to take a nap.

As you finish, you lay down next to him. He pulls you into his chest, one arm around your shoulders, the other one stretching across the bed like a starfish. He kisses the top of your head and you close your eyes, ready to pass out when there’s a knock at the door.

It’s Lucas, he asks if the two of you are going to come and swim in the lake with the other boys. Eddie groans and stands up, trading his nap for a swim. You follow, putting on your swimsuit, you take a moment to admire Eddie’s tattoos as he changes. He ties his hair up into a bun at the nape of his neck, taking you by the hand and dragging you out of the room and down to the lake outside of the house.

The boys are already in the lake enjoying themselves when Eddie runs down the small sandy beach jumps in. You slowly follow after, adjusting to the water temperature. You join him at his side.

Eddie puts his arm around your shoulders and squeezes where his hand rests. As you watch the boys swim, Eddie realizes he forgot towels inside, so he runs back in, returning with a hot pink inflatable chair.

“I found a throne for the queen.” he bows as he pushes the chair towards you, gliding over the water’s surface.

You grin and thank him, taking his hand as he helps you into the floating chair.

You lounge on the lake with the boys for hours until the sun is setting. You couldn’t be more grateful for your friends and Eddie.

Masterlist

#eddie munson x reader

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What could've been Animaze ..iNC during the 2010s

Talent pool (Note: any voice actor marked with * is union-only):

Steve Blum*

Mary Elizabeth McGlynn*

Crispin Freeman*

Kari Wahlgren*

Johnny Yong Bosch

Yuri Lowenthal*

Dave Wittenberg*

Roger Craig Smith*

Laura Bailey*

Travis Willingham*

Cherami Leigh

J.B. Blanc*

Sam Riegel*

Liam O'Brien*

Amy Kincaid*

Troy Baker*

Matthew Mercer

Joe Romersa*

Fleet Cooper*

Dyanne DiRosario*

Jennifer Love Hewitt*

Brian Hallisay*

Spike Spencer

Amanda Winn Lee*

Jaxon Lee*

Kyle Hebert

Ben Pronsky

Bob Buchholz

Richard Cansino

Murphy Dunne*

Carolyn Hennesy*

Jerry Gelb*

Adam Sholder

Ezra Weisz

Cristina Vee

Bryce Papenbrook

Michael Sorich

Richard Epcar

Ellyn Stern

Tony Oliver

Kirk Thornton

Lexi Ainsworth*

Aria Noelle Curzon

Grace Caroline Currey*

Michael Forest

Erik Davies

Adam Bobrow

Joshua Seth

Junie Hoang*

Kirk Baily*

Tom Fahn

Jonathan Fahn

Dorothy Elias-Fahn

Melissa Fahn

Stephen Apostolina*

René Rivera*

Deborah Sale Butler

Kevin Brief

Michael Gregory*

Riva Spier*

Cassandra Morris

Erica Mendez

Erika Harlacher

Erica Lindbeck

Marieve Herington

Kira Buckland

John Rubinstein*

Kim Matula*

Brittany Lauda

J. Grant Albrecht*

Michael McConnohie

Steve Bulen*

Dan Woren

Derek Stephen Prince

Wendee Lee

Edie Mirman

Jason C. Miller

Taliesin Jaffe*

John Snyder

Robbie Daymond

Ray Chase

Kaiji Tang

David Vincent

Christina Carlisi*

Christopher Corey Smith

Cindy Robinson

Rachel Robinson

Jessica Boone

Lauren Landa

Megan Hollingshead

Jalen K. Cassell

Doug Erholtz

Michelle Ruff

Gregory Cruz*

John Bishop*

Matt Kirkwood*

Lara Jill Miller*

Carol Stanzione

Steve Staley

Dave Mallow

Mona Marshall*

Darrel Guilbeau

Robert Martin Klein

Robert Axelrod

William Frederick Knight

Lex Lang

Sandy Fox

Joey Camen*

Randy McPherson*

Jad Mager

Richard Miro

Milton James

Anthony Pulcini

Douglas Rye

Patrick Seitz

Keith Silverstein

Jamieson Price

Skip Stellrecht*

Stoney Emshwiller*

G.K. Bowes

Alyss Henderson

Patricia Ja Lee

Peggy O'Neal

Carrie Savage

Melodee Spevack

Jennifer Alyx

Julie Ann Taylor

Sherry Lynn

Brad Venable

Christine Marie Cabanos

Greg Chun

LaGloria Scott

Steve Kramer

Melora Harte

Rebecca Forstadt*

Kyle McCarley

Mela Lee

Karen Strassman

Faye Mata

Laura Post

Kayla Carlyle*

Brina Palencia

Connor Gibbs

Brianne Siddall*

Barbara Goodson

Loy Edge

Jay Lerner

Jennie Kwan

Max Mittelman

Jessica Straus*

Alexis Tipton

Fryda Wolff

Michele Specht

J.D. Garfield

Debra Jean Rogers*

Julie Maddalena

Carrie Keranen

Tara Sands

Matthew Hustin

Cody MacKenzie

Bridget Hoffman*

Colleen O'Shaughnessey

Grant George

Jessica Gee

Jeff Nimoy*

Peter Lurie*

Brian Beacock

Paul St. Peter

Chris Jai Alex

Dan Lorge*

Ewan Chung*

Steve Cassling*

Philece Sampler

Stephanie Sheh

Sam Fontana

Ben Diskin

Juliana Donald*

Michael O'Keefe*

Christina Gallegos*

Tara Platt

Keith Anthony*

Beau Billingslea

David Lodge*

Kim Strauss

Eddie Jones*

William Bassett*

Kim Mai Guest*

Caitlin Glass

Hannah Alcorn

Ron Roggé*

Camille Chen*

Ethan Rains*

Yutaka Maseba*

Joe J. Thomas

Michael Sinterniklaas

Erin Fitzgerald

Joe Ochman

Marc Diraison

Xanthe Huynh

Brianna Knickerbocker

Dean Wein*

Michael McCarty*

#Animaze #ZRO Limit Productions #Steve Blum #Crispin Freeman #Kari Wahlgren #Laura Bailey #Travis Willingham #Sam Riegel #Liam O'Brien #Matthew Mercer #Jennifer Love Hewitt #Brian Hallisay #Spike Spencer #Troy Baker #Cristina Vee #Johnny Yong Bosch #Yuri Lowenthal #Mary Elizabeth McGlynn #Jessica Boone