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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 1 year

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Howdy, friend! An idea for a request hit me while I was struggling in the hair care department. Black/POC reader trying to educate Eddie on how to take care of his curls ?

All I have to say is YES. Let me get my hands on those curls sir. Right NOW.

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Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, readers of color too).

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Eddie Munson x Black Reader

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"What do you mean it takes the whole day?" Eddie questions, phone pressed to his ear by his shoulder. The fridge rattles just a little with the force of Eddie closing the door with his foot. On the counter, he tosses a few pieces of the lunch meat--chicken he thinks that Wayne got from the deli--onto his sandwich.

He'd gotten up early by his standards--around ten. He got up mostly because he knew if he didn't catch you early enough your day would become a gambit of whatever errands your mother needed to run and that you'd get tagged along.

"It takes a few hours, Eds. To do it properly."

"It's hair," he counters. "And I get yours is different than mine. But--hours? You mean I have to go the whole day without one of your kisses because it's wash day?"

You know his shock and frustration isn't directed at you or is malicious. But you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, pushing out a deep breathe. He doesn't get it, you tell yourself. And Eddie can't know fully what it's like. He understood on a basic level but the depths he would never truly feel in his bones like you do yours.

"Yikes, I'm sorry. What did I say?" Eddie knows, even through a receiver when he's crossed a line with you.

"It's not just hair Eddie."

His full name. He definitely fucked up. "I'm sorry, hon. Those--the words, I could've said it better."

"You just want to hang out with me?" you pose it so you can understand better what Eddie really wants to say. There's no use is senseless arguing. Speaking and censoring where two things that took great effort with Eddie. Sure, he could physically talk a mile a minute, but there was a gear where the words were just automatic. You know what Eddie really wants to say and what he actually is saying are paths that could easily diverge.

"I wanted to see you today." Eddie nearly whispers it, setting the knife down as he finishes the swipe of mustard on the bread.

You worked--a by product of you graduating in Eddie's second attempt at senior year and not being in a position to afford college. So you stayed in town, helping your mother around and working. It was something Eddie dreaded. But you were working at one of the daycare centers a town over and nearly every time you and Eddie talked he had a story about one of the kids and you always sounded happy.

It worried Eddied that he really wouldn't find the thing that would make him smile like the daycare does for you. But high school, a third time, is fucking miserable. The two of you wouldn't really crossed paths post your graduation save for the occasional run ins around own and the town gossip. But you helped him with a project and the two of you became fast friends. Then you graduated. When you were out getting medicine for your mother you ran into Eddie again and his crush on you hadn't fully disapiated. Fast forward through the summer, now into the depths of October's breeze before the November freeze and the relationship blossomed.

But the realities were still there--you worked and the only time Eddie got with you was on the weekends. That is if your mother didn't snag you first and now it seemed you hair too.

The words escape you without hesitation. "Why don't you come over? You can stand to learn a thing or two about taking care of curls."

"My hair is perfectly fine."

"They are dying of thirst. Just get over here. Twenty minutes or we get started without you."

"No," Eddie wails around the frantic bites of his sandwich. "I'll be there in fifteen."

You can only laugh, listening to the way Eddie's screams are muffled by whatever it is he's eating before the line goes completely dead. He is a strange man, but you adore him regardless.

Eddie's just grateful, by the time he gets into the van, the last quarter of his sandwich in his hand, that you always extend him grace and then a little more. He feels like kicking himself after his comment. Of course it wasn't just hair. It never would be just hair--he'd seen all the intricate styles you'd weaved into the strands, the cornbrows creating a maze of your scalp that he liked to trace sometimes while you two watched movies. It always smelled good, shined a little and when Eddie asked why you always laughed a little, and said just a little bit of elbow grease is all.

Your street is only one more right turn away and Eddie is more mindful to slow down more than he normally does. Your street is busy at this time of the day on a Saturday. Kids played pick up games of basketball in the narrow street or rode bikes up and down before dumping them in someone's yard to play games of football.

Just as he expected, he can spot a game of 4 v 4 one house down from you. So Eddie creeps until he can pull up into your driveway. But the caution is all thrown out as he runs up to the front door of the house. He knocks are rapid and he bounces on the balls of his toes.

"Edward Munson," you tease, hollering from behind the door. A moment later, the lock gives and opens to reveal a grin. "Thirteen minutes."

"I lost a few seconds to finishing my breakfast."

You wave him inside and he quickly toes off his Reeboks before wrapping you up in a hug. The work coat--a hand me down from Wayne you're sure--doesn't swallow Eddie, but it is warm as you step into his embrace. He kisses the side of your head, arms encasing your waist tightly.

"Is that mustard I smell?" you ask, when Eddie exhales.

He laughs. "That's what you're worried about. The mustard on my breathe."

"It's a valid question."

"Only valid cus you got the nose of a dog," your mother teases as she approaches arms wide to give Eddie a hug too. "Good to see you again, sugar."

"Hi, Ma," Eddie laughs wrapping her into a hug too.

You expect Eddie just to watch, maybe attempt to give you a fauhawk when your hair is shampooed. But instead, he asks if you're okay with him stepping in. You and your mom had built a ritual. When she had the time, she'd wash your hair for you, deep condition it, part, cornrow and oil your scalp. It reminded you deeply of your childhood as she worked her fingers over your scalp or as you sat on the floor on a pillow as she sat behind you on the couch. But Eddie slips out of the jacket, rolls up the sleeves on the flannel he'd thrown on and ask if your mother can teach him, if he can be the one to do it.

You expect to laugh as Eddie tosses popcorn at you while you're sitting. You expect that you'll be the one to bring up to ask if Eddie will let you do a modified version of your wash day on him. But it's Eddie who breaks the seal and asks to be taught.

"I know it's important," he states. "I want to learn."

"You don't have to make up for earlier," you return, the towel already draped over your shoulders.

"I-" Well, Eddie is trying to make up for earlier. But he also wants to see and feel what makes this more than hair. "I appreciate that. But I feel like I need to get it. As best as I can of course."

Your mother easily agrees, but you keep staring him down. Those his eyes are big and you can always read them, you wonder for a moment if there's something that Eddie manages to hide as you watch him. All you feel those is genuineness.

You nod and Eddie nods, a smile gracing his face. "Thanks."

"Oh, don't say that just yet," your mother laughs. "Welcome to Black Hair 101. Detangling is going to be a bitch."

Eddie takes the outstretched comb, the teeth are tight together and a long silver need falls into his palm. "I'm going to need a picture dictionary," he laughs.

"We gotchu. C'mon. That there is a rat tailed comb. Good for parting and taking braids down," your mother directs not wasting another second.

Eddie nods, carefully taking you by the shoulder to pull you back into him. You scoot on your butt until your back hits the couch. The instruction of his hand, a titling of your head, is nearly too soft but you know what he's silently asking for.

Eddie's fingers are tentative, worried you might even say whereas your mothers hand are sure. But you like the feeling of him standing just off to the side of you as your bend your torso so your head is over the sink and his hips gently knock into your shoulder. He apologizes each time. "Nah, you're good," you state into the basin of the kitchen sink, fingers clutching the ends of the towel closed around your shoulder.

"Sorry," he whispers, fingers catching a knotted strand.

"Nah, you're good," you return.

It is a volley and each time you take hold of the apologies and return them with a soft reassurance. Eddie is good. He is okay. He is fine. He is just learning. He is just shampoo.ing He is good. He is okay. He is fine. He is just learning.

"That is a wide tooth comb," your mother direct. "Start at the ends, get that untangled first then you can go higher up. LIke this." She takes hold of a section, holding the mid shift tight and then working the comb through your ends. Once the comb goes through easily, she grabs higher up onto your hair and works the knots out before combing from the root to the ends.

Her arm is steady and swift. She knows just how much to tug, she knows when a knot needs more time to unravel the cause. She knows just when to put just a little bit more rake to get the desired result.

Eddie is slower. You can almost imagine how he's holding his breath each time his rake with the comb catches. You block the apology before it can fine. "You're fine. It's okay. It doesn't actually hurt me."

Eddie hums. He believes you, but he also knows the horrors of a bad knot.

The plastic crinkles in his hands, but he gets the cap over all your hair and tilts your head back. "Okay?"

"Perfect," you return, knowing that soon the hose will be plugged in and your mother will be setting a timer so you sit with the conditioner under heat for a few minutes.

You can only sit and watch. But the moment your mother gets the timer set, she's crooking her fingers for Eddie to follow. And into the kitchen they disappear again. You imagine it's clean up. Getting the shampoo and conditioner back up into the bedroom, cleaning out the combs, finding the rubber bands and hair grease.

But you only catch the sight of them from your periphery. But you take it. What catches your attention though, however clipped it is in your vision, is Eddie now posed at the sink.

Only your mother. You know she's fast. By the time the machine cools and then shuts off, Eddie's returning to the living room, his own hair dripping and resting against a towel. "She got you too, huh?" you laugh.

"I blinked and my head was under the faucet," he laughs.

You mother motions for you to scoot, and you do after peeling the cap off your head. Eddie takes your spot. "Just a couple minutes for you, sweetheart. Nothing too long."

He barely gets the nod before his hair it tucked up and way and the heat billows around his skull. Your mother is swift as she rinses your hair out and then the dryer turns off by the time the two of you can return to the living room.

"Should've brought a snack," Eddie teases, watching from the floor as your mother parts your hair.

"Told you it was called wash day."

"You hungry?" he asks, one hand resting on your knee. HIs thumb brushes over the exposed skin--thanks to the rise of your shorts due to you sitting.

"Nah, I'm good."

"This whole time I just thought you rinse conditioner out right after you got it through your hair," Eddie snorts.

"Lawd, have mercy," you and you mother echo. The room fills with cackles, a sheepish grin taking over Eddie's face.

"No one told me otherwise!" he defends. And it's true--Wayne most likely wouldn't have known. But now Eddie knows. Like he knows how to take down the cornrows. He knows how to shampoo, and detangle. He knows what sort of products you need. He'll figure out which ones are best for him later. He understands how to do a braid, but is sure, that his fingers won't cooperate. He almost wants to ask to try but the way your mother tugs and tucks, he fears he'd interrupt too much.

"You look like you wanna say something," you state, fingers tracing up Eddie's clothed calf.

"No, just watching," he answers. It's a lie. You both know it. But not even the arch of your brow gets him to confess.

Just as your mother plucks the last rubber band from the box, you unscrew the top on the jar of grease and hold it up. Your mother takes the pad of her fingers to take a small swipe, warming it up on the back of her hand before swiping it on your scalp. She follows the lines down and down to the nape of your neck.

Eddie peers in at the blue substance. His nose places the scent--something he's always connected to you-- but he never really knew what it looked like. It's jelly like, but easily pliable with a few rubs. He takes a taste amount, just dipping his pinkie into the jar.

"Just don't eat it," you laugh, watching Eddie inspect it.

"I doubt it would taste great," he concedes. You wave him in close, reaching for a different jar. He can't make out what it is, but you rub the cream between your palms and smooth it over his strands. You are careful as you finger coil clumps. It smells sweet. He catches the smell when you reach around his shoulders to take the towel.

"All done?" he questions.

"All done," you answer, pulling his head back by his forehead and kissing the end of his nose. "You hungry?"

Eddie peers to the clock next to the TV. Ten to three. "Shit, now that you mention it, yeah. But I see what you mean by it takes a whole day."

"Absolutely. We've got leftovers. Is that okay?"

"Sounds perfect."

"Give you strength to get hair products later. That'll be fun."

"You mean it's going to take another four hours," Eddie laughs.

"We have to get it right!" you defend.

Eddie stretches up, rubbing at your forearms. "I like the sound of that."

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peterparker-spiderboi · 3 years

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howdy🤠

how about a high-school au? bad boy tony coaxing peter to skip class so they can make out in the back of tony’s car🥰

Ooooo that's wholesome I love it! <3 We love some high-school au's! <3 Also if you all understand why I chose the type of car Tony has, I love you xD <3 ALSO pt 2. It turned out longer than I had intended and I am sorry lmao --------------------------------------------------------- "I gotta go to class." Peter smiled some as he closed his locker and hugged his books to his chest. His eyes fell on the boy he'd been chatting with. Tony Stark was new to Midtown High this year and he's already made a huge impression with his personality. Some loved it, some hated it. Peter? He thought it was... charming. "Class? Really?" Tony groaned, shoving his hands into the pockets of his black leather jacket that he wore over his Black Sabbath T-shirt. "Pete, we're the smarted guys in this place. I think skipping one class will be fine." He encouraged, tongue tracing along his bottom lip as his eyes scanned Peter's body language. It was easy to tell he was anxious about skipping. "I know, Tony, but If I skip won't the school call my aunt?" The doe-eyed boy was worried about disappointing his aunt by receiving a call like that... "So what? Just tell her the teacher didn't see you raise your hand or something. You think she's gonna believe the school over her perfect little nephew?" Tony grinned and pulled his arm around Peter's shoulders as they walked. "I'm an awful liar! You know that. I'll get nervous and say the wrong thing..." He pouted and worried at his bottom lip, fingers drumming the back of his textbooks. But Peter did want to spend time with Tony! Maybe skipping one class couldn't hurt... "Actually... o-okay... Yeah... Let's do it... But where do we go?" Peter asked, raising a brow. Tony was one step ahead of Peter, keeping his arm draped around the other boy's shoulder as he guided him to the cafeteria so they could go out the back door to the student parking lot. "We can go to my car." He insisted, bringing his newfound friend to his old black 1967 Chevy Impala. Tony might come from money, but he loved classic cars more than new cars. As the two got into the car Peter set his books in the back and turned to Tony, admiring how good he looked. He didn't know what came over him, or what warranted it, but soon their lips were locked in a slow kiss. Tony hummed softly and brought a hand up to cup Peter's cheek in his hand, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to skip with me.." He chuckled softly, thumb skating across Peter's blushing cheek before he closed the space between them again. Peter had never really kissed anyone before, so he followed Tony's lead since he seemed to really know what he was doing. His lips parted some when he felt the other boy's tongue seeking entrance and followed his lead. It was slow, deep, and Peter didn't even care how much time had passed as he was slowly guided onto the other's lap to be closer. "You're a real good kisser, Peter Parker," Tony said with a fond chuckle before closing the space once more. He had Peter Parker, and he wasn't ready to let him go yet. Not even when he heard the bell ring faintly in the distance.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #highschool au #spiderboi writes

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layce2015 · 4 years

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The Last of Us Part 2 (Joel x Reader)

Bonus Chapter: How (y/n) and Joel met

The Last of Us Part 2 Masterlist

"Okay, one frappuccino." One of my co-workers, Miranda, shouted as she hands the cup to the customer while I worked on another order. "Man, just seems like it won't stop." My friend, Kelsey, said and I nod. "Yeah..." I said as I grabbed another cup and start to make a new drink.

"Ooohhh....check out the guy that just walked in." Kelsey said and I look up and see a man with black hair and a beard, wearing a t-shirt and jeans, walking in with a little blonde haired girl holding his hand. Aww, that's cute. I thought as I look at them. "Damn..." Kelsey said, her eyes roaming the guy as he comes up to the register and talks to Miranda.

"Mmm...damn, Mr Cowboy there....I'd like to take him to the rodeo." Kelsey said and I slap her shoulder. "Whoa down, girl." I said and she chuckles. "Oh come on, don't tell me you wouldn't love a round with Cowboy there." Kelsey said and I look over at the man as he pays for his drinks then he and his little girl go to a table.

"I mean...he is very handsome...but...knowing my luck, he's probably already married. He has a kid." I pointed out. "So, that don't mean nothin'. Could be a single dad?" Kelsey said and I roll my eyes.

"Hey, (y/n). Can you take this iced tea to table 2? I'm going to lunch." Miranda said as she walks past us. Kelsey and I exchanged looks then rolled our eyes and I take the cup and start to walk towards the table.

Suddenly, I stumble and I lose my balance, the tea slips out of my hand and lands on to Mr Cowboy, as Kelsey called him. "Oh shiii....shoot." I said, stopping myself from cursing in front of his kid, as I get up to my feet. "Sir, I am so sorry." I said, panicked, while his daughter was giggling behind her hand.

"It's alright." He said to me as I go and grab napkins for him. "Just lucky it wasn't coffee or hot tea." He said and I smirk a bit before I hand him the napkins. "Oh then you'd definitely be steaming hot." I said, jokingly, and I glanced over him and noticed that his cheeks turn a bit red while the girl laughs at this. Then he begins to dry himself off while I grab more napkins and clean off his table.

"Now you have a new cologne, dad. Sweet Tea Eau de Parfum." The girl jokes and I chuckle a bit while her father rolls his eyes. "Hey, if every guy wore a sweet tea cologne instead of that Axe body spray crap, every woman would throw themselves at them." I said and the girl smirks a bit.

"Well you're the first to notice then." The man said and I glanced over at him and I felt my face burn up as we share a smile at this. Then I turn my head, quickly, then cleared my throat and said. "Anyway...I'm very sorry about all of this, if you want me to..." then the man raised his hand.

"Ma'am it's alright. Accidents happen. Though I would be more worried about the person who bought that drink." He said, chuckling a bit then I jumped slightly at this. "Oh yeah, right." I said and I go throw away the napkins then ran back to redo the drink.

After everything is said and done, I go back to the counter when Kelsey pulls me to the side. "I saw you getting a little cozy there with the cowboy, there." She said, with a smile. My face heats up again at this then said. "No, no i-it was an accident." I said and she chuckles. "Uh-huh, is that what you call it?" She asked and I rub the back of my neck.

"Well, I don't want to alarm you but...he kept stealing glances at you. I think he was staring at your ass as well." She said and I gasp then slap her on the shoulder. "Shut up!" I said, embarrassed.

"Hey, you need a new man in your life. I mean, I know that whole shit with Markus has hurt you but....you've gotta move on. It's been a couple of years. Plus, when I delivered cowboy's drink, I didn't see a wedding band." Kelsey said and I look down then let out

"But...I barely know this guy." I said, nervously. "Well you won’t know unless you try. Also who knows, maybe after you two hit it off, you might just find a ring on your finger." Kelsey said and I roll my eyes again. "Yeah, right, Kel. Me, married?" I scoffed. "Hey, it could happen...if not then I'm sure he'd be a great one night stand." she said and I scoff again while Kelsey looks over my shoulder.

"And from what I can see, it looks like his kid is doing some matchmaking also." Kelsey said and we turn to where the man and his daughter are sitting.

They looked like they were in some sort've deep conversation and his daughter must've said something as his face begins to turn red. Then he looks up at me and both of us stared at each other. I give him a smile before I turn my head away, quickly, and pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I do a quick look back at him and see that he was trying not to look at me but I saw his eyes dart towards me.

"Come on, (nickname), he looks like he's interested in you." Kelsey said and I bite my lips at this, thinking over what she said and what happened.

Few Months Later

I let out a sigh as the morning rush finally finished. "Man, I need a drink." Kelsey said, exhausted, as we stand in the back of the shop. "I know, right?" I said while I wipe away the sweat from my forehead. "Thought it would never end. So fuckin' stressed."

"Maybe you could call up your cowboy and ask him to come by. And then you two could have a quickie in the back. You know, relieve some stress." Kelsey said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Kel, stop! Joel is too much of a gentleman for that." I said as I shove her shoulder.

After the whole tea spill incident, the man and his daughter, which they introduced to me as Joel and Sarah Miller, started coming by the shop almost every day. We would talk and get to know each other a bit, plus I guess you could say there was a bit of flirting between me and Joel but I still wasn't for sure if this was just one of those friendly flirting or he was actually interested in me.

"Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't oppose it." She said and I shake my head at this. "I'm not sure if he even likes me in that way." I said. "Bitch, come on! He is totally in to you!" Kelsey exclaims. "I can see it on his face whenever you guys talk."

I give a small smile at this as I feel my face heat up. "See? You're into him as well! Your face goes red everytime we talk about him. You smile and laugh more and you seem elated everytime he comes here." she said to me. "Okay, so...maybe I do have a crush on him but...I just...I don't know...how do I know if he feels the same way?" I asked just as the bell rang from the front door, alerting us a new customer has come in.

Kelsey looks over my should and smiles. "Why don't you ask him yourself." She said and she nods forward and I turn around to see Joel walking in and I smile, my heart leaping for joy when I saw him. "Good luck." Kelsey said as she lightly nudges me and I walk up to the register.

"Hey." I greet him.

"Howdy." He said and my heart thumped in my chest, rapidly. Then I looked at the clock up on the wall and noticed he was here early, usually he was here in the afternoon with Sarah but now it was the middle of the day and she wasn't with him.

"You're here early." I pointed out and he gives an embarrassed smile at this. "Sorry, when you work at a coffee shop, you tend to know the routine of regulars. Didn't mean to sound like a stalker." I said, trying to joke around. "Nah, it's fine. Actually, I'm here early cause I wanted to talk to you." He said and ny eyes widen a bit.

"Um...do you have a moment?" He asked and I turn to Kelsey, who nod enthusiastically. "Sure. The rush is done for now. We can talk over there." I said and I nod to one of the tables nearby. He smiles at me and I leave go around and meet up with him, both of us head towards a table.

Once we get there, he pulls out a chair and gestures for me to sit down. "Such a gentleman." I said and he smiles at this as I go and sit down in the chair. "So what do you wanna talk about?" I asked him as he sits across from me.

Then I gasp and place a hand over my chest, pretending to be upset. "You're not seeing another coffee shop behind my back, are you?" I asked and he chuckles at this. "No, no. It's not that..." he said and I let out a sigh of relief. "Oh good!" I sighed and both of us chuckle, which made my heart jump once I heard him chuckle.

"I came by early because....well...I wanted to ask you something." He said and I raise an eyebrow at this. "Oh?" I said and he nods. "You don't have to say yes, if you don't want to..." he said and I start to smile. "Well depends...is it legal?" I asked and he chuckles a bit. "Yes, it is. Um...I wanted to ask you...if you were doing anything tomorrow night?" He asked and I felt the breath leave my body.

Is he asking me out? I thought and I stammer a bit. "N-n-no. I have nothing going on tomorrow. Just hanging around my apartment." I said and he smirks again. "Oh good. Cause I was wondering if you..maybe...would like to go to the movies with me tomorrow night? Just the two of us." He said and my heart leapt for joy at this. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I would understand...it's just..." he started to stammer as I sat there, shocked.

I couldn't believe that he was asking me out on a date! This has to be a dream! I subtly pinch my arm to make sure I wasn't dreaming but I was still there; so this wasn't a dream, this was real!

"I would love to." I said as my lips curled up into a smile as I said this. He looks over at me in shock, I guess he was surprised about my response. "Really?" He asked me and I nodded. "Really really." I said, chuckling at the look of relief on his face.

"Okay then. Um, I'll pick you up at seven?" Joel asked me. "Yeah sure. If you want I can give you my number and I can text you my address." I said and he nods. We exchange numbers then we stare at each other for a moment, a comfortable silence between us before he runs his hand behind the back of his head.

"I better go. I'll see you tomorrow?" He said and I nod at him. "Yeah, I'll see you." I said and he smiles again then he leaves. I place my hands over my mouth then looked over at Kelsey, who had this I told you so look on her face.

"I am a fuckin' psychic!" She exclaims and I roll my eyes and laugh. At that moment some customers come in and I bite my lips, trying to contain my excitement, then I head back over to the counter to help Kelsey with the orders.

I don't know where this whole thing between me and Joel will lead to but I have a weird suspicion that somehow, some way, it'll be worth it.

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