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blackswallowtailbutterfly · 4 months

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My nana at 9 years of age was dragged kicking and screaming to school. Her math teacher had been molesting her. She told her parents. They did nothing. Best part? Her father was the principal. So obviously that teacher learned he could get away with anything and started molesting the other girls, who then blamed my nana because...I dunno, little kid logic I guess. It was unlikely their parents were going to be any more helpful than my nana's and he knew it.

My great aunt at the age of 13 was forcibly kissed by a teacher in full view of several witnesses who then gave her shit for seducing an honourable man.

My mom at 12 years of age left her physically abusive father to live with her mother and stepfather, only for her stepfather to molest her. Her mother to this day refuses to believe it.

My best friend had a longterm close male friend who sexually assaulted her in her sleep. Their entire friend group as well as the youth counselor encouraged her to forgive him because it was obviously a misunderstanding and she'd been giving off mixed signals and he'd had a huge crush on her and he wasn't intending to hurt her! So she did forgive him, publicly. And he did it again. And again. And again. And then it was her fault because she kept hanging out with him. If she really didn't want him doing it, why didn't she just abandon her entire friend group? He also got emboldened and went on to sexually assault other girls, so eventually they all started talking and went to the school against him. The youth counselor admonished my friend for going forward against him.

My other best friend decided to be "open-minded" and dated a trans-identified male. He also sexually assaulted her multiple times in her sleep but he framed her as the abuser at their youth support group for not adequately validating his identity.

My stepfather molested me from the ages of 7 to 12 and when I reported him he was dating a new woman at the time. She didn't believe it. They're still together. I can only imagine the number of girls he's been given access to over the years (he didn't go to jail, or get convicted of sexual assault).

I was also sexually assaulted in my sleep at my friend's party once. That guy's friend said I "probably wanted it".

Went to group therapy. All the women there had very different stories, but one theme that kept cropping up: they weren't believed or they were blamed.

I read books about therapy sessions with other victims. And that theme kept up. Not believed or else blamed. One woman told her story, learning to gloss it over before being dismissed out of hand, for decades before a professional finally asked her to elaborate and put her in touch with a sexual assault crisis centre. Another thing that came up in those books: knowing how hard it was for victims to come forward, and all the discouragement from people in their lives, many women must take it to the grave.

But hey, it's fine. Men have it worse. I mean we all watched a rich abusive man successfully publicly humiliate his victim while everyone said he was the victim and she was the abuser. And actually it's super common for abusive men to claim to be the victim, and police and family believe it! And it can take multiple women to come forward against one man for anything to be done, and often even that's not enough. But never mind that, men have it worse. We know this because they so--no, no, don't pay attention to hospital records or homicides or child marriages, or--Men. Say. They. Have it worse! So they do. Everything a man says is truth. That's why you must believe whatever a man says and accept every observation he makes as objective. No, there's no irony here, no historical precedent, no global trend.

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zoe-is-amazingg · 10 months

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Ghostface Ethan headcannons

Ghostface!Ethan X Fem!Ghostface!Reader

NSFW and SFW

Warnings - Fluff and smut, pervy Ethan. Dom!Ethan X Sub!Reader,

SFW

+ When you arrived at Blackmore with the 'Core four', you met Ethan trying to help Chad settle in

+ Let's just say he took a 'quick' liking to you

+ You had always thought he was a cool person and you thought you both had connection with each other

+ You definitely flirted with him a lot

+ He would always be like flustered by what you're saying to him, and you would just laugh and leave him there

+ He would find it frustrating but cute at the same time

+ Then one day, your teeny tiny crush on him slipped out while talking to Tara

"Really, Y/N? The Nerd?""I dunno what it is."

+ And this is when she told Chad, and oh boy he was so happy because Ethan told him the same thing about you

+ Him and Tara worked on this plan for a whole week just for you two to get together

+ You were basically in love with him by the time they started the plan

+ You and Ethan were in the library, and he was explaining Econ to you because you had 'no' idea what you were doing in this class, and you just 'desperately' needed his help iykyk

+ You liked seeing him ramble on about Econ and all this other shit that he was interested in

+ Anyway, Ethan started to notice you were just watching him talk and pointed you out for it

"Do you even need my help?" He teased you, making your cheeks go a dark red.

"Yes, I really do, I just hate Econ."

+ Ethan wasn't buying it

"Let's leave, I don't think your paying much attention to me anyways."

Oh boy you were, just not in the way he wants.

"I am, I promise."

+ Eventually, Ethan started rambling on again and you continued watching him

+ He would totally fiddle with his fingers after figuring out you were watching him

+ This is when Tara and Chad saw you guys sitting and just chatting about Econ

+Chad stole Ethan and Tara stole you

+They both lead you to the same place but in different ways and directions

"Tara, where are we going, I have to go back and study."

"Studying can wait girl."

+ This is when Tara threw you into a closet and locked the door

+ This is when you realized it is a weirdly huge closet

"Chad let me out! This isn't funny bro!" You hear Ethan yell. You slowly walk around to see him banging on another door.

"Ethan..." You mumble, he turns around and looks at you.

"Y/N!" He slowly walks up to you and smiles brightly.

"Did Tara put you in here?" He asks and you nod. "Of course."

+ He notices that you both go set up almost straight away and that surprised you, he usually doesn't notice things straight away

+ The dimly lit closet and his face together to you was bliss

+ You could look at him and get away with it!

+ Not until he decides to break the silence

"Can I tell you something Y/N." He says and you nod. "You've been my friend for like ever, and I couldn't help for me to sometimes...well, fuck... most of the time, want it to be more."

+ You kissed him right then and there

+ Let's just you both had built up feelings

+ You both kissed until Tara and Chad opened up the door and you and Ethan kind of runed out

+ But you didn't rush the time that you had

+ You both down at the table and Tara and Chad kind of didn't matter to you both anymore

+ You both finished up studying and ended up chilling at your apartment

+ You both watched a movie but ended up just talking and or making out

+ You would go to his dorm or vice versa and would watch movies together

+ Baby, Sweetie, Princess and Doll. Those are the type of names he would call you

+ Then the Ghostface killings started

+ You 'knew' he wasn't Ghostface

+ Even though he leave and then dead people will pop on the news the night he left

+ And sometimes the people that have died would be guys that you have talked to the day before

+ But Ethan is sweet and kind and could never hurt a fly

+ You guys would cuddle all the time

+ And he would try to make you feel as safe and comfortable as possible

+ He always made you feel safe and comfortable anyways so the way he was trying to do more was just perfect to you

+ Whenever you guys would fight, he'd leave and then come back with some roses or chocolates

+ One fight he left and didn't come back, and you were starting to get worried

+ Until your phone started to ring

+ You picked it up and you heard a voice you never wanted to hear

"Hey Y/N, I saw your little fight with Ethan." Ghostface says.

"Leave me alone." You half yell, not wanting anyone to hear.

"Come on doll." Ghostface whispers.

"Why the fuck did you just call me that?"

+ Then someone knocks on your door

+ You open it and to your surprise, Ethan, in a Ghostface costume, with blood, lots of it

+ Let's just say the shock you got, you couldn't even process it

"Look, I would never hurt you Y/N, I just need you to understand that this is who I am."

"Yes, But no, what the fuck?" You mumble, he takes more steps to get closer to you and you take more steps back until you're in a corner.

"Come on, Y/N I love you."

+ It took you a while, but you got used to it

NFSW

+ Before you guys started dating, he would steal your underwear and you would have no clue

+ You would look for them and then they would pop up again the next day

+ Whenever you would call him, he would jerk off to your voice, you never noticed this until one time, there was such a clear moan coming from his end of the line

"Y/N." He moans.

"Ethan?" You cough awkwardly

+ He immediately stopped and claimed he was doing nothing and you would just brush it off

+ When you both started dating, he would do things that would turn you on and him at the same time like rubbing your bodies together to form friction

+ He would always make little remarks at your outfits

"Baby, that outfit look's so good on you, I can't wait to eat you out in it later." He winks.

"Come 'ere doll, I want to fuck you, you look so good."

+ But they somehow would always turn you on so much that you didn't even want to go out

+ The group had a joke about the most innocent couple and that was you guys

+ Little did they know that you both were fucking anywhere you could

+ You even fucked on Sam's bed!

+ Until one day you got caught fucking

+ Everyone knew you both were dating but not fucking every chance you had between yourselves

+ Anyway, I see him as a choking, dob but sub if he wants to, knife play type of guy

+ Like, once you knew he was Ghostface, he fucked you in the costume

+ I could also see him carving his itinals under your tits

+ God, any noise you make turns him on so much

+ Even if it is just a tiny whimper or muffled moan

+ But he goes crazy when you moan into his skin, he loves feeling the vibrations and everything

+ He'd fuck you anywhere like I said

+ If he met your parents, he'd totally be a dick and like turn you on by like rubbing his fingers on your inner thigh or just completely fingering you

+ He honestly would love the way you would cough to stop any noise from coming out of your mouth

"Ethan!" You yell whisper, "The fuck are you doing?"

"Y/N, no whispering at the dinner table." Your dad says. "Anything you want to say to Ethan you can say to us."

+ The self-control this man had to have for him not to tell everyone that he was finger fucking you

+ But he knew that you would probably dump him

+ And you never met his parents (Jee, i wonder why?)

+ He would fuck the shit out of you if you pissed him off

"Come on, use that dirty mouth on me now if you have no trouble saying shit like that to me when were in a fight"

+ And he would always make do want he wants (But he'd still make you get there in the end

A.N - Just smt while I finish Y.J.N.M.T Part 4. That might be the final part because I'm done with that seires ngl. Pleae request smt. If you requested the JJ thing. I'm working on that, it is almost done. I'm also adding a new fiction to my list and that is The Summer I Turned Pretty. Jeremiah Fisher, Steven Coklin and Conrad Fisher

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 24 days

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hi coveyyy !! i hope you’re doing good and i was wondering if you could maybe do a hc for leo valdez x daughter of zeus if you havent already ?

⋆⭒˚.⋆ leo valdez x daughter of zeus! reader hcs

content: leo valdez x daughter of zeus! reader hcs warning: language bc i can't be stop lmao author's note: trying something new...idk if i like or not, you guys tell me!! really...tell me. bc ill go back and change them all to match (bc id rather DIE A TERRIBLE AND ATROCIOUS DEATH than have them all be different) or i can change this one back to normal bullet points. also i realized i hadn't written for my manz in so long, which is CRIMINAL. get ready for the leo flood to come your way (hopefully. please stay away writers block im begging rn)

✧ there is nothing on this planet that leo loves more than a woman that could actually kill him lmao-

✧ so no one was all that surprised when he fell for you

✧ im mean, jason and thalia weren't exactly happy...but they also weren't surprised

✧ leo likes asking you to help him weld things

✧ he thinks it's funny when you use your finger with some electricity to weld whatever he wants together

✧ avid debates are held over who get's the nickname 'sparky'

✧ "MY DAD LITTERALY INVENT STATIC ELECTRCITY???"

✧ "YEAH? AND WHAT TO DO USE TO START A FIRE? A SPARK. TRY AGAIN BITCH."

✧ "what did you just call me?"

✧ "mi novia, mi amor, mi princessa, mi media naranja-"

✧ "andddddddd?"

✧ cue huge sigh

✧ "and sparky. juST FOR TODAY THO DON'T GET TOO EXCITED-"

✧ you like to ensure that leo doesn't overheat by sending soft breezes through bunker nine while he works

✧ and while it's very unlikely that the boy who can light himself on fire will overheat, he appreciate the gesture more than you know

✧ being the good country boy he is, he's a big carrie underwood fan

✧ like, unironically (he just like me fr)

✧ thinks its the funniest thing to serenade you with 'blown away'

✧ OH and 'hurricane' by bridgit mendler

✧ in turn, you never let him go a day without hearing 'girl on fire' by alicia keys

✧ or 'fireball' from mr. 305 himself

✧ likes to throw himself from high distances, knowing you'll aways catch him with a breeze or fly up and save him all supergirl sytle

✧ "ladder? nah, i've got my girl, we're good!"

✧ "climb down? i've got a short cut. and her names yn."

✧ you get stressed out and also reprimand him for this

✧ but he thinks you look hotter when you're yelling at him so he doesn't mind much (or really hear your words as his eyes slowly drift away from yours and downwards)

✧ loves you nearly as much as birds love yo ass

✧ key word is nearly - there is no competition, those little shits are winning

✧ it's giving disney princess the way the crowd you, you sometimes gasping at the rapid pace in which hummingbirds tell you gossip

✧ which you then repeat back to leo, who is gasping right along side you

✧ leo even built you a bird feeder, putting it up outside cabin one while you stood there, arms crossed and totally watching him work and not just starting at the way his muscles clenched or how good his lips look tugged between his teeth-

✧ what were we talking about?? i think i got distracted by something

✧ jason loves it to, the both of you sitting criss cross outside the cabin early in the morning, listen to the birds as they spill the tea while you and jason drink coffee and eat donuts, jason's book long forgotten

✧ ALSO leo easily won thalia over, presenting the daughter of zeus with all the silver jewelry that turns into weapons she could want

✧ that girl was instantly switching sides, happy to rave with you about how sweet leo was and how well he treats her- er, you! how well he treats you!

✧ jason was a little harder but after an in depth talk and totally zero threats against leo's life, they came to a peaceful agreement

✧ bro gave up on appeasing your father and instead prays to hera for a long and happy marriage with you and that zeus never finds peace again

✧ which instantly made him a fan favorite from hera

✧ he knows when you really want a kiss or when your mad at him because you legit just get super staticky

✧ like his hair starts stand on end and he's like 'either i pissed her off or she needs a kiss. either way, i got to seek my girl out.'

✧ both end with you kiss leo, so it doesn't really matter lmao

✧ in fact, most interactions with leo devolve into make out sessions

✧ and, really, who are you to complain??

✧ sparky + (other kind of) sparky = true love

✧ yall that's math you can't argue with it i dunno what to tell you

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo fandom #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x oc #leo valdez x y/n #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo hoo toa #tlh

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queenimmadolla · 1 year

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𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀

(eddie munson x secret admirer!reader)

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 Summary: After four long years of pining, it's high time you tell your crush you like him and quite possibly your last chance to, luckily there's no better time for love confessions than Valentine's Day. If only you hadn't chosen to do so anonymously, because you're pretty sure he's hoping his secret admirer is someone else.

Warnings: pining, angst, misunderstandings, very brief (blink and you miss it) descriptions of oncoming panic attack (doesn't happen), Heather Holloway being a sweetie, and a whole lot of fluff a/n: I did way too much for something that was supposed to be 2.k word count wise, and is definitely going to flop because of how late I'm posting it but I don't care because it is still technically Valentine's Day. A HUGE thank you to @kitmon for being my incredible beta-half (get it?) and if you like slow burns (and I mean the best ‘GET TOGETHER ALREADY but also please take your time really finding and understanding each other’ fics), go devour their masterlist. Happy reading and Happy Valentine's day ♡ word count: 10k (no 'read more' as tumblr keeps eating chunks and repeating parts of it when i utilize the feature, sorry, just scroll).

You stood posted by a row of lockers, peaking around the corner of the hall to watch as the longtime object of your affections laughed at something one of his friends said.

“Are you stalking him again?”

You jumped, clutching your biology book to your chest as you swiveled around to face Heather, your best friend.

“Geez!” You hissed out, voice low as you checked to make sure you hadn’t attracted his attention.

But it’s you, so of course you hadn’t. Eddie was still leaning up against his locker and chatting away, face framed by the mane he called his hair. His curls were defined much more than usual—clearly he’d washed his hair before school which meant he must have been up early. Why did you know that????

“I’m not stalking him,” you grumbled and Heather giggled. “I’m just observing him.”

“Well, stop observing him and go talk to him.” She nudged your shoulder, giving you a reassuring smile.

“I’m gonna—,” You answered with false bravado that soon wavered, “. . . eventually. Look, I have a plan. Okay, today is a new day, Valentine’s Day and the perfect day for romance. No more watching from the sidelines─”

Heather coughed out a stalking, followed by another cough, all of which you ignored.

“No more quietly pining, I’m telling him how I feel.”

Heather raised her eyebrows, tongue clicking.

“Let me get this straight, you’re not only going to actually exchange words with him, you’re actually going to tell Eddie Munson about your feelings?”

Your heart fluttered just at the mention of him.

Edward Wayne Munson. Eddie.

You’d had a crush on him since your freshman year of high school, and contrary to your best friend’s earlier statement, you had exchanged words with him already. Sorta. Basically.

Freshman year you’d ate shit in the hallway, tripping over literally nothing and all your belongings had scattered, he’d stopped walking to help you pick your things up before he was off again. It wasn’t much conversation, but he did say something about those invisible rocks people left lying around.

Then your sophomore year, he’d sat behind you with his club at the school’s mandatory pep rally. One of his friends had accidentally jostled you and Heather a little too roughly when he was finding his seat and Eddie had apologized on his behalf.

Then last year he’d held the cafeteria door open for you and your friends when you slipped in. That time, you’d been the one to thank him and he had said you’re welcome. Almost unprompted!

So, yeah. Maybe you were a little delusional, it didn’t matter though. What mattered was you were running out of time.

Somehow, Eddie had managed to fail the past two years, allowing you to catch up to him but that meant you were now a senior as well. You’d let the other chances to approach him pass you by because you were too scared of rejection, this was your last chance.

The college acceptance letter you’d received at the start of the week also spurred your bravery, if he rejected you, you only had a few months left until you were on your way to California, there’d be all those states between the two of you.

You had nothing to lose, so today was gonna be the day.

“Yes,” you took a deep breath, slowly exhaling as the determination sank deep into your bones. “I’m gonna tell him.”

“How are you gonna do that?” She cocked her head, the curls of her side ponytail bouncing.

“I’m glad you asked, my friend.” You grabbed her hand, dragging her down the hall to your partially opened locker. You pulled the door open fully to reveal a bouquet of roses, set on top of your books.

Her face wrinkled up in confusion, “You bought yourself flowers again?”

“No.” You glared at her, a hand scratching your head as you hissed out through gritted teeth, “And we promised not to bring that up anymore—these are for Eddie.”

Heather perked up at that, a hand resting over her chest as she fawned, “Dude, that is so cute! When are you gonna give them to him?”

“That’s the thing, I’m not actually going to give them to him directly. I need your help. You’ve got history with him, yeah?”

You already knew she did so it didn’t surprise you when she nodded. You slipped one rose from the bouquet and handed it to her.

“Can you leave this on his desk?”

“Sure! Wow, I can’t believe I get to be part of your love story,” she marveled, twirling the stem between her fingertips.

God, you hoped it’d be a love story and not a tragedy.

“And these are for you.” You pulled out a smaller bouquet of pink roses, and Heather just about burst into tears.

The two of you had been best friends since middle school, and often spent your free time watching corny teen movies, usually living through the main characters of the romance ones. You’d had a couple of almost-boyfriends, in the end you hadn’t been interested in them enough to accept when they’d try to make it official. And Heather simply hadn’t caught the eye of anyone, which was ridiculous to you considering how pretty and nice she was, so you were usually her valentine on Valentine’s Day. This was the first time you actually got her flowers instead of a bunch of chocolates to eat the night away, you’d figured she deserved them.

She’d had a crush on Steve Harrington, but he hadn’t noticed her and ended up dating and getting dumped by Nancy Wheeler. Then he’d dated every other girl except her. You feared your non-existent relationship with Eddie might go the same way.

“Dude,” Heather yanked you in for a hug, squeezing you to the point you thought your ribs might be bruised.

“Uhm. Heather. Ow.”

“Oh, sorry.” She released you, holding you by your shoulders, “Okay, so I just give it to him?”

“No, no, no, no, no. There will be no interactions. Just leave it on his desk.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

You were about to reply when the first bell cut you off and threw you into a panic, nudging Heather in the direction of the classroom so she could beat Eddie there. Heather took off running once she realized the reason for your worry, only you both failed to remember Eddie was late to everything.

You reluctantly made your way to your first period, plagued by thoughts of Eddie’s reaction to the first rose.

Would he like it? Oh, you hoped he liked it.

What if he thought it was some prank? What if he threw it away? Would he do the same to the rest?

Oh, well. There was no backing out now.

Your carefully thought out plan was put into action. You’d made sure to play sick the last 15 minutes of every class to get an excuse note to the nurse, only you didn’t go to the nurse. Instead, you ran around leaving a rose in Eddie’s various hang outs. One at the creepy old bench you knew he did business at. Two roses with the stems placed through the slits of his locker, three on his windshield wipers, one of the younger students in your art class was in Hellfire with him and after swearing him to secrecy, Will had promised to deliver three to Eddie personally, without revealing your identity.

During lunch, you found yourself behind the stage of the cafeteria, in part of the drama department. It’s where Hellfire took place.

You’d been there a handful of times, only when your curiosity for the metalhead got a little too overwhelming for you and you wanted to feel closer to him without having to face him. It was only ever set up on Fridays, the day Eddie got to school early enough to do so.

You made your way over to sit in the chair closest to his throne, casting it a couple of nervous glances.

This would be where you left the last rose, so of course, everything about the set up, the throne had to look daunting to you now; a representation of how you were seeing Eddie as your confession grew nearer. If things didn’t go as planned, it’d be the last time you could come here.

The thought made your stomach hurt, a large void beginning to form there.

The last rose was much too personal to leave just anywhere, where someone without a key to the room would find it. No one but the Hellfire club would occupy this area today. Attached to the rose with a ribbon was a note with a simple message that meant more to you than you cared to admit. You’d written it when you first came up with your plan at the start of the week and had been debating on whether or not to sign your name since then.

The answer should’ve been obvious, right? This whole thing was to let Eddie know how you felt about him, and your romantic intentions were clear with the red roses. This note would finish implying the rest. And if you wanted Eddie to know it was you who admired him, you just had to write your name.

Yeah, simple as that.

You clicked the pen in your grasp, placing it just over the paper.

You wavered, licking your lips as you tried to convince yourself to just own your goddamn name. That’s all you had to do. Write on the paper.

Just write on the paper.

Your hand was beginning to shake, and with a heavy heart, you realized your name wouldn’t be going on this note.

You weren’t brave enough for that. You set your purple pen down, staring down at the words written in pink ink before you rolled the paper up, making sure the ribbon was secured (you’d used a hole puncher to slip the ribbon through) and left it on the seat of the throne before scurrying out of the room as fast as you could.

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Eddie was at a loss, completely stupefied.

When he’d arrived at his history class, after having mentally prepared himself for the onslaught of boredom he’d face, he was surprised to find a single rose on his desk. By surprised, he meant incredibly suspicious. A glance around the room confirmed he wasn’t being watched, everyone was gossiping about Emmy Switcher’s upcoming party, so he’d settled into his seat and marveled at it.

Eddie wasn’t one to ever really get things on Valentine’s Day, not counting the mandatory valentine’s cards in elementary and middle school. The last time he’d gotten a card was his first senior year, and it had been a prank by a couple of girls on the softball team and their boyfriends. Embarrassed the shit out of him. The following Valentine’s Day he’d faked being sick to avoid falling victim again—god, he craved affection so much it made him pathetic enough to still hope for something gross and cheesy to happen to him.

A rose was harmless though, right? Unless it was poisoned or something. Eddie lifted it to his nose, but all he could pick up was the seductive floral scent and when he didn’t immediately pass out from chloroform, he figured it was just a rose.

He glanced around again in vain, hoping someone would somehow stick out and when no one did, he held it in his grasp, rough fingertips stroking over the soft petals for the duration of the class.

He’d been stunned when he arrived at his locker to find two roses hanging out of it. A few people were staring at him as he carefully pulled them from their place, but they looked more curious rather than shy or mischievous. He had a feeling whoever was leaving the roses for him wasn’t around.

He refused to leave them in his locker, the stems clutched in his hand as he went about his day and found more. Eddie was more than proud to display them, somewhat smug at the attention they were garnishing him.

Yeah, fuckers. Someone finally liked him. Eat shit.

He’d spent his English class convincing himself he’d never find out exactly who this someone was. He was pretty fucking stressed after that. He tried to come up with a roster of sorts, girls he thought might be interested in him enough to maybe leave him pretty flowers and woo him right out of his Reeboks.

He’d only been able to come up with four—impressive—but his first pick he was quick to scribble out. He hadn’t had a decent interaction with her and he figured it was creepy of him to put her at the top of the list all because of his wishful thinking.

The second girl listed was possible, maybe. Chrissy Cunningham. He’d had a crush on her for as long as he could remember since she was always nice to him. She’d dumped Jason a couple of months ago and he’d been dealing to her for a short amount of time, but she seemed pretty flirty to him. Although, flattery did work on him.

The third name made him nervous, and not in a good way. Tina Sawyer. They’d both got pretty drunk at her Halloween party and hooked up in her bathroom but she avoided him like the plague afterwards, obviously embarrassed about interacting with him, which was typical for the lot of Hawkins.

He’d been sure it was a drunken mistake but sometimes, he’d catch her staring at him, and she didn’t look all that disgusted with him.

The last name on the short list was that of Tammy Thompson. She had made her interest in Eddie pretty clear his junior year, always trying to sit behind him in classes so she could play with his hair. Unfortunately, Tammy was very, for the lack of better words, aggressive with her affections. He’d made out with her once and it had been sloppy and messy in the most unattractive of ways. It was like tonguing a dog.. Then he remembered she’d actually been able to graduate, unlike him, so he was spared.

By lunch, Eddie was ready to try to figure out who his secret admirer was. Out of the two remaining girls on his list, he was leaning more towards Chrissy, who he felt wouldn’t be ashamed to hold his hand in public.

He and his lunchbox full of drugs—and some snacks—made their way to the Hellfire lunch table where he spent a significant amount of time studying the two girls.

“Uh, are you okay, Eddie?”

Eddie glanced up at the concerned face of Will Byers, who’d arrived much later than the rest of the guys and Stephanie, one of the two girls in Hellfire. The question drew the attention of the rest of the table and Eddie internally sighed.

“Yeah, I’m fine—what are those?” Eddie asked, eyes honed in on the roses resting on Will’s tray.

The younger teen handed them over, “A girl told me to give you these.”

Eddie felt his heart skip a beat, “You know who she is?”

Will nodded and before Eddie could demand a name, he rushed, “I’ve been sworn to secrecy!”

Eddie scowled, carefully setting aside his roses so they wouldn’t be involved in his annoyance.

“Byers, I’m gonna level with you. I’ve been in this miserable prison for six long years. While I’ve had my fair share of hookups, I have not ever had a girl like me enough to leave me roses and do cute shit before. And I fear I never will again. That’s why I’m actually gonna need you to tell me who it is so I can have a girlfriend by the end of what is supposed to be the most god awful romantic day of the year. ‘Kay?”

Eddie’s eyebrows dart up, face set in an intimidating glower but Will remembers how scared you looked when you trusted him with this task. He also knows, very well, how it feels to love someone without them ever knowing because you fear what their response will be. He’d also seen Eddie eyeing both Chrissy and Tina.

Will knew what it was like to have that special person interested in someone else, too. So, he’d protect your secret.

“I swore.”

Eddie groaned, head dipping forward in a brief moment of defeat before he slammed his fist on the table, making the other occupants jump.

“Whatever, I’ll find her myself.” Just as Eddie stands, an idea occurs to him. Will said he wouldn’t tell him who it was, but the youngest Byers hadn’t said he wouldn’t tell him who it wasn’t, “Is it Tina?”

Will shakes his head, nose wrinkling. Nothing against her, she just wasn’t the nicest to him or his friends. Not the meanest, still.

Eddie breathes out a sigh, mumbling an oh, thank god as he makes his way to the cafeteria doors. That only left one possibility, and he was due to meet up with her in just five minutes. He couldn’t fight the grin off his face.

──

Your heart was racing a mile a minute, having witnessed everything transpire at the Hellfire table.

You’d selected your lunch table four years ago because of the perfect view of Eddie it provided you, but right then it was killing you. You’d ruined your manicure, picking aggressively at the polish as you watched Will and Eddie, breathing out a sigh of relief when it looked like Will hadn’t revealed your identity.

Eddie hadn’t seemed too happy about that.

Then he stormed out and you fought very hard with yourself to not follow after him because then Heather would be right and you’d be a stalker.

“Regret it yet?” Heather asked after she’d swallowed a bite of her sandwich.

“No.” You sorta lied. Yeah, you kind of regretted it but at the same time, knowing Eddie wouldn’t have to let you down gently made you less anxious. Besides, it wasn’t like you could just climb up the stage and duck past the curtain leading to the hellfire room without one of it’s members spotting you from their table. They’d tell Eddie in a heartbeat, especially if they found out the last rose and that damn note was there.

“Sure,” Heather drawled, glancing over her shoulder as you picked at your food, appetite suddenly gone.

Maybe you really should have written your name on that love note.

“Well, I hope you mean it, because Dream Girl is on her way to meet Ice Cream.” Your head snapped up at the mention of Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie’s code names you’d given them so both you and Heather were free to talk without either of them suspecting anything. You referred to Chrissy as Dream Girl because you’d known all about Eddie’s crush on her (while Heather had been depressed about Steve and Nancy, you’d eaten your weight in ice cream over Eddie and Chrissy’s more than friendly interactions with each other, which had nothing to do with Eddie’s code name—he was ‘ice cream’ because you wanted to lick him all over).

Sure enough, you looked over Heather’s shoulder, following her gaze to see Chrissy bidding her friends goodbye before she walked right out of the doors Eddie had pushed past minutes ago and as you watched her exit through the double doors, something inside you withers and dies a bit.

You knew Eddie sold to her (gave her a discount because she was pretty and because of their flirting, hearing him say that made you want to drive a knife right through your chest), you and Heather had followed them out a couple of times which is how you were both aware of the flirtationship.

After the first time you’d spied on them, the two of you had gone back to your home where Heather held a mock funeral for you. Now, you wished it had been a real one because you were sure Eddie had not only loved your roses, he also assumed they were from Chrissy. They would send him right into her arms at that shitty ass bench. And when he’d get a hold of the love note, well, you’d be the reason why Eddie and Chrissy would be hand in hand come Monday, canoodling by their lockers and kissing like no one else was watching. All the things Eddie should have been doing with you.

You should have signed your name on the fucking note.

─

Eddie had paced a pathway, disturbing the mounds of fallen leaves surrounding the picnic table.

His stuff, another rose he’d found waiting for him included, were on the table and he’d taken off his jacket, despite the chill of the February air. He was working himself up in his head, overheating in the process.

“Eddie?”

His head shot around, grinning as Chrissy—who apparently left him roses—approached him, face broken out in a smile.

“Hey, Chris.” Eddie’s heart was racing a mile a minute, palms sweaty as he rested them over his hips, then quickly realized he looked stupid so he crossed them instead.

She laughed at his nerves with absolutely no malice and they sat down at the bench, getting down to business. She’d been about to hand him a twenty dollar bill after he slid her the ziploc bag of nugs, but he held up his hand.

“On the house.”

“Eddie, it’s always on the house. I feel bad.”

“Then stop.” He emphasized the demand with bulging eyes, smirking when she giggled. She had to like him, right?

Eddie tried to be discreet about it, plucking one of the roses from his growing pile. He played with the stem, even sniffed the petals again in hopes she’d comment about it, maybe look a little excited about it or just give him any sort of reaction to indicate it had been her.

Chrissy was too busy moving things aside in her backpack to make room for the baggy. When she finally did look back up, she smiled, but gave no hint she was even familiar with them.

“Ooh, pretty flowers. Where’d you get those?”

Was she playing coy?

“Uh, someone’s been leaving them for me all around school.” Was it you?

Chrissy’s face lit up and Eddie thought it was finally the moment of truth.

“That’s so sweet! Do you know who it is? Or is it like a secret admirer sort of deal?”

Evidently, not the moment of truth. She had to be toying with him, trying to prolong the reveal. Because if it wasn’t her, he was out of ideas. And he really, really didn’t want to be out of ideas. Not when there was someone out there, maybe thinking about him.

“I actually have no idea who it is,” he sighed out, hoping if it was her, she’d just put him out of his damn misery already.

Chrissy, glanced down at the table and Eddie perked up. Nerves? Was she finally gonna come out with it?

“It wasn’t me, Eddie…but, I wish it had been.”

Eddie didn’t know what to say, mouth dropped open a little as his eyebrows quirked up in surprise.

Okay. Hadn’t been expecting that. He was expecting a yes it was me or a no it wasn’t me but not Chrissy confirming it hadn’t been her while also telling him she liked him.

“So, you haven’t been leaving them for me?”

Chrissy shook her head and reached across the table to place her smaller hand over his, palm warm against his skin. Eddie’s eyes squeezed shut as he groaned, head falling forward to rest against the table.

“Eddie?” Chrissy asked, concern lacing her voice.

He let out a very long sigh, a little miffed at how messy this whole thing had gotten. Now, there was his, Chrissy’s and someone else’s feelings in the mix. Christ.

“‘M’sorry, Chrissy.” Eddie sat up straight, face grim as he slowly pulled his hand out from underneath hers. “You’re great, fantastic, actually. You’re really nice and really pretty, but… I’ve been going crazy all day, trying to figure out who’s behind these.”

He gestures to the roses at his side, the sight of them filling him with an intense wave of longing.

“It’s been like years since I’ve gotten anything with real meaning behind it for any occasion—” he wasn’t counting the hellfire club or Wayne, referring to romantic intentions—“let alone Valentine’s Day, and someone in this school seems to be thinking about me.”

Eddie thought about what it must have taken to do something like this, it may have seemed like a trivial thought, something simple to others. He knew it wasn’t. He had no idea who it was, but he put himself in their position. They had to know enough about him to know his schedule, where he spent time, and then make the time to leave them in those spots just before he got there.

He’d spent the time waiting for Chrissy considering the anonymity of it. On the chance it wasn’t her, there was someone else in the school who was too afraid to approach him directly. He’d thought it might be out of fear of being seen with him, seen doing anything remotely romantic with him. Then, why even bother? They had to be afraid of his reaction, it’s what he would be nervous about if the positions were flipped.

And god, he’d never felt more alive before, more seen and all it took was a couple of roses. He felt like those fawning girls in John Hughes movies.

“Before today, I never would have approached you about this, you know? I know we flirt, but I never would have been brave enough to cross that line.” He admitted, looking into her shiny blue eyes. Aw, man. Eddie hated making girls cry but it was true, he would have been waiting for her to make a move, or for Tina to make a move. Any of his past hookups, really. He’d have been with any of them—having craved affection and everything that came with it so bad—if they had just been the ones to initiate things on a more permanent basis.

He would have. Past tense. They could all form a conga line and confess their undying love for him but, unless they were the one who left him the roses—the one who made him brave enough to actually go around confronting people in an attempt to seek her out—he’d let them down.

“She made me brave, makes me feel really wanted and I don't even know who she is. It’s not you, it’s just─”

“I’m not her.” Chrissy finished for him, wiping under one of her eyes. “It’s alright, Eddie. I mean, I’m obviously a little sad, but it’s not your fault or hers. I do hope you find her, though. She’d be lucky to have you.”

She gave Eddie a sad smile, making him feel even guiltier but it’d be pretty shitty of him to try to be with her when he’d be thinking of someone else.

“Thanks, Chrissy.” Eddie stood up and gathered his things. It was clear she was upset and would probably need some time to gather herself, he didn’t want to force her to leave first or linger around and make it awkward.

He left her with a small, parting smile, relieved that he hadn’t charged her. Would have felt like a douchebag to make her pay for weed and turn her down in the span of five minutes when she’d been nothing but pleasant to him.

Eddie shook it off, determination setting in once more. Sure, he was back to the drawing board, but if all else failed, he could corner young Byers again until he finally gave him a name.

He’d come up with a pretty good list of ways he could force Will to give up the name by the time school let out and he got to the Hellfire room.

It wasn’t until he set his little bouquet and the lunchbox down (he didn’t bother with backpacks, just shoved whatever he needed in his pants pockets or the box), walking around the throne in a circle like some fucking animal because he was so restless, that he saw the rose.

The flash of white had caught his eyes and he dove down to grab it, trying to be as careful with pulling the piece of paper away from the stem of the rose, only he realized whoever left it had hole punched the thing together so he ripped the ribbon with his teeth rather than rip the note.

The ribbon was stuffed into his back pocket as he eagerly sat himself down, rose clutched in one hand and the note in his other.

Eddie,

Please excuse my lack of eloquence in this note and also in our real life encounters.

Eddie felt a shiver of excitement wash over his skin, cheeks a bright shade of pink at the confirmation he’d indeed interacted with his secret admirer before. Fuck, she’d talked to him! It made her feel even more real.

She was a real person, someone he could probably hold hands with and kiss. Unless, this was done in a purely platonic way which would be a little fucked up. Red roses to be friends? C’mon. He read on.

I hoped you liked the flowers. I was actually debating on getting you different ones, something a little more personalized to you, but I ended up going with roses because, well, they convey romance better.

Eddie leaned over the arm of the throne, sagging back as he allowed himself to completely collapse with relief. Just for a few seconds, then his eyes were glued to the pink penmanship.

I’m trying really hard not to sound creepy because I’m totally not creepy and I know what you're thinking, ‘that’s what a creep would say’ but I swear I’m not, I just. I admire you. A lot. I have for so, so long. I admire the way you keep going, even when things are absolute shit for you, I like how you watch out for the younger classmen that come in and don’t really have anywhere to go. I like the way you dress, how pretty your hair is (even when it’s frizzy which is so unfair), how passionate you get with your rants (even though sometimes you’re an asshole about it).

And I like your laugh I LOVE your laugh. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had what feels like the worst fucking day of my life and I’m ready to breakdown and cry and scream, but I don’t. Because I can hear you laugh your ass off at something one of your friends said in the cafeteria, by your locker or even when you’re just walking past me. And I wish I was there, laughing alongside you or making you laugh. I don’t know how your laughter makes me feel better, it just does. I get all smiley and I feel warm inside and I want to give you a hug for it, for making me feel better without even trying.

But I can’t. You kind of scare me. Not in the mean, scary way, I’m just not sure you’ll like me. Or that it’ll go anywhere, or even if it should.

You’re so confident, Eddie. And you’re stupid attractive (you are, and I’m sure you’re aware but I’ll go ahead and tell you I’m also physically attracted to you) and it’s so overwhelming that I can’t contain it anymore and I don’t really want to. We only have a couple of months before we’re out of here (I have a feeling this is gonna be your year, you’ll be free of this sentence, too), and I don’t want to have any regrets. The only way I’d ever regret you is by not telling you how I feel.

So, here I am, Eddie Munson. Never thought I’d ever be confessing like this, but for the first time in my life, I feel brave. And it’s all because of you. Thank you, Eddie. I’ll be running around— dodging teachers and detention write ups— like Rocky in his training montages to get these roses to you because you deserve your flowers and I’d be delighted to give them to you today, and every single Valentine’s Day after. Actually, I want to give you even more than that. If you’ll have me.

Love,

What the fuck?

Eddie hastily searched the bottom portion of the back side of the paper, where the note ended for a signature, a name, initials, something but that’s where it ended.

There was no name.

“NO! FUCK! NO! No, no, no, no, NO! I’ll have you, take me, just tell me who you are!” Eddie groaned out, note dropped into his lap so he could clench the roots of his hair with both fists as he doubled over.

This had to be a nightmare. It was the only reasonable explanation for someone to say all those wonderfuckingful things, just for them to disappear.

His heart hurt and he blinked frantically to ward off the onslaught of water and sniffed to deter the tingle in his nose.

The unmistakable sound of his own little rat pack making their way towards the room wasn’t enough to get him to pull himself together.

“Eddie, dude, are you okay?”

Eddie recalled his final option, head shooting to glance around at their faces in search of one in particular.

“Byers. Where’s Byers?”

“His mom picked him up after lunch, wasn’t feeling good,” Mike informed him, completely unaware his grand Valentine’s gesture for Jane had been the cause of his sudden illness.

It was the final straw for Eddie, he snatched the lunchbox and flowers and grumbled out, “Sessions canceled.”

He must have looked pissed as none of them protested, probably having something to do with most of them having dates afterwards.

He almost made it out of the room when Gareth called him back, holding up a purple pen he’d found on the table and figured Eddie was about to forget.

“Is this yours?”

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“No.” Then he walked out.

Before promptly storming back in, swiping the pen out of Gareth’s meaty hands. Eddie clicked the pen and scribbled furiously over the side of his fist until the ink finally ran. It wasn’t purple. The ink filler was pink.

His secret admirer’s pen.

“What a cruel parting gift,” he sighed, shoving the pen in his pocket before making his exit. Again.

The really sad thing was Eddie couldn’t even sink into depression in the peace of his room. Emmy Switcher had approached Rick about wanting some herbal refreshments at her party and since he was still under house arrest (how Rick managed to deal and supply in his circumstances baffled him) the job fell upon Eddie. He’d driven to Rick’s restocked, then hit the party.

It was a horn fest, couples everywhere he looked. All heart-eyed and attached at the tongue. It was disgusting.

Eddie was pouting, quietly fuming that it wasn’t him and his secret admirer making out or cuddling or doing something equally romantic but noooooo. Just had to take the ‘secret’ aspect to its extreme.

He banished himself to a dark corner, only interacting with people when approached for drugs or weed. He’d caught sight of Chrissy and it had looked like she wanted to come over but he’d purposely shifted his gaze. Despite the gaping hole left where his heart was, it wasn’t Chrissy or Tina, or the girl in the upstairs restroom, who’d thrown herself at him when he’d been searching for a free bathroom to piss in, that he wanted. Eddie wasn’t in the mood to rebound.

Which was kind of crazy considering he hadn’t even been in a relationship, hadn’t been dumped. He wanted everything in that note, especially the promise of more and only with its author.

Now, Eddie hadn’t been in love before. Some serious lust and want, yeah, however, reading that note made him feel like he was falling a little bit in love and he wanted, very badly, to dive headfirst the rest of the way. Clearly, that wasn’t going to happen.

Once he’d sold out the rest of Rick’s inventory, he stole a beer and headed for the front door.

Once outside, Eddie took a minute to breathe. He hadn’t realized how stuffy it had been in there until he was no longer engulfed by the claustrophobic displays of affection.

He trudged down the pathway and paused when he saw the figure of a girl sitting on the lawn. Her head was directed down towards the ground and she was most definitely not wearing the right clothes for the outside weather.

Eddie cursed under his breath, plans to immediately drive home and get crossed put on hold as he walked over, noting the dew already coating the grass.

“Hey, you okay?”

─

Drinking your sorrows away probably wasn’t the best idea, considering how much of a lightweight you were.

Originally, you’d wanted to lock yourself away in your room for the night—and probably the rest of the weekend as well as maybe the next school week; nothing wrong with playing sick to avoid facing reality and your problems─to cry and pass out. Heather, on the other hand, had plans for you. She’d dolled you up, having to force you to wash your face and re-do your makeup once when you had started crying—put you in a cute outfit and dragged you to Emmy Switcher’s party.

You knew her intentions were pure—as pure as underage drinking could be—but she knew her mistake when the party started to couple up. You’d been approached multiple times and she’d try to encourage you to go for the decent acting ones, you just hadn’t wanted to. When Chrissy Cunningham showed up, you’d gone for shots of the hard liquor (over the sink of course in case you gagged it up, which you did a decent amount of), sure that Eddie would soon follow and you’d be forced to witness their affection.

Obviously, you ended up shitfaced and somehow lost track of Heather. Or maybe she lost track of you. You’d very briefly attempted to find her, accidentally spotted Chrissy, now making eyes at Eddie who’d shown up, and you’d promptly headed outside, eager for some fresh air and an escape from the madhouse. The high alcohol level in your blood kept you from feeling how chilly it really was and you settled into the grass, twirling strands of it around your fingers.

You weren’t sure how long you were out there when someone approached you.

“Hey, you okay?”

You looked up, ready to ask them to just leave you when you locked eyes with Eddie Munson. Most of the liquid courage coursing through your veins evaporated, you couldn’t look at him for long, gaze moving back to the grass. What a way to start sobering up.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure? ‘Cause,” Eddie sat down next to you, one leg crossed and his other, knee up with his arm resting over it. His unopened beer was at his side, “You’re outside, alone, in the cold and you look pretty fucking sad.”

You scoffed, fingers still playing with the strands of grass as you tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t make you seem pathetic. In that time, Eddie took you in.

He knew you, he’d seen you around school and you were nice enough to greet him. Pleasantries in passing. Pretty Hallway Girl, as you’d been dubbed—though never referred to as—until he knew your name. It had been the first one he had jotted down on his list for his secret admirer’s identity, of course he realized with your lack of interactions, it wasn’t likely. He entertained the idea of dating you often, you’d just never shown any real interest in him. Eddie thought about it a lot. Anytime he caught sight of you, really. Your pretty face didn’t make it easy for him to stop. He was a really, really big sucker for your eyes and that smile you’d give him during those brief interactions; like the two of you had some sort of secret between each other. Warmed him up inside.

And here you were, all sad at a party. He didn’t really mind not getting crossed if it meant he got to comfort you, keep you company.

“I’m just drunk,” you finally blurted out, unable to come up with anything else, “And bummed.”

Try devastated.

“You look it,” he joked, nudging his shoulder against yours.

“You don’t look that much better.” You shot back.

“That’s fair,” he sighed, breath visible in the night air as he tilted his head back. “I’m pretty bummed, myself.”

You really didn’t want to ask, figuring he’d already had some sort of lover’s quarrel with Chrissy and you didn’t want to get in the middle of it.

But you were an idiot, so you asked, “Why are you bummed?”

You watched him dig around the pockets of his leather jacket, pulling out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out of the pack, clenching it in between his teeth as he shoved the pack back into the pocket before he shrugged off the jacket entirely—denim vest included—putting it around your shoulders.

It caught you off guard but you were grateful, your body having decided to become once more susceptible to the chill of the air and dewy grass. Eddie must have been a freaking space heater because the lining inside was blissfully warm.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, shimmying around in it until you could slip your arms into the long sleeves of it, your fingers barely poking past the hem.

“You’re welcome,” he shrugged, flicking the lighter to life as he lit the cigarette. After he’d taken a drag, he answered you.

“Love,” Eddie blew out along with a wispy plume of smoke, “Didn’t expect it to be so complicated.”

You wanted to mime the action of staking yourself in the heart. Of course he was in love with her. She was wonderful! And on top of that, he thought she’d been the one leaving him roses! Had he read the note? Assumed it was her, too? DUH! You were definitely playing sick next week.

“Yeah, well. Join the club,” you grumbled, hugging his jacket around you. It was as close as you were ever gonna get to actually hugging him.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, hoping to school his disappointment. While he wasn’t looking for anyone else tonight, it was still displeasing to hear you were taken but of course you were. He couldn’t imagine you dating sporadically, you seemed much too wonderful for someone to even consider giving you up. No, he was gonna hurt himself with ideas involving you and a high school sweetheart stemming back to your freshman days, probably.

“Ah, I see. Is he here?”

You froze for a moment, “Uhm, yeah. He is.”

“Then why come? Or did it happen in there?” He jabbed a thumb behind him, gesturing to the party inside.

“No, it didn’t happen tonight, it was earlier. In the day. I didn’t really want to come but my best friend dragged me out here. I thought I was doing good, apparently not ‘cause here I am. I’m mostly bummed because of myself, though. I didn’t follow through on something I sort of promised myself and I messed everything up. For me. Not for him. I think he’s pretty happy, so I don’t want to ruin that. He deserves to be happy.”

Eddie could tell you meant it, you were vague as hell but whatever you’d done, however it ended, you genuinely seemed to want your boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) to be happy. He hoped it wasn’t something you had to cave into for one of those meatheads. You deserved better than those jerks.

“That’s pretty selfless of you if you ask me,” Eddie raised the cigarette to his lips, admiring you.

“Eh, I guess. I fully plan on punishing myself for it, though. Really make sure to rub the salt in there, you know?” You finally turned to grin at him, despite the sinking feeling in your stomach.

Eddie thought about how he couldn’t just stop going to school so he could avoid having to look at all the faces in the crowds and wonder if his admirer is one of them.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m right there with you.”

Sweetheart. He really was trying to kill you.

“Eddie, get your ass in there and make up with her.” You lightly slapped his arm and jabbed your finger in the direction of the house. You were not about to let your sacrifice be in vain and he’d better stop unknowingly torturing you like this.

“I can’t!” He laughed, amused with your sudden bossy attitude.

“Why not?” You whined, eager to just get him away from you. It wasn’t fair, he wasn’t being fair.

“Because I have no idea who she is.”

Once again you froze, eyes widening. Luckily for you, Eddie didn’t look too much into your reaction. He figured most people would be surprised over him nursing a heartbreak from someone he didn’t quite actually know, or was aware that he knew.

“What?” You asked, trying to seem as uninterested as possible as you played with the ends of his jacket sleeves.

“Fuck it. Someone left me roses all around the school and this really amazing love note.” For a moment, Eddie entertained the idea of trying to convey exactly what it meant to him, then he thought better of it. He’d either seem crazy, desperate or like some pathetic guy in love (which, he kind of was on the cusp of), “Pretty sure it was a girl.”

Not a single dude in the high school was romantic enough to pull it off, maybe leave him an entire bouquet, but not expand upon it like she had.

Eddie licked his lips, raising the cigarette to them once more and ready to admit that he had no fucking clue who she was, but he figured he might as well make one last rally.

“Wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?”

“Not me,” you lied flawlessly, with a gentle shake of your head. “Sorry, Eddie.”

Sorry I’m a big liar because HOLY FUCKING SHIT, wasn’t expecting that.

“I figured. Still had to try, your boyfriend probably would have kicked my ass, though.” Yeah, Eddie hated Valentine’s Day.

He stubbed the cigarette out into the wet grass, and laid the rest of the way down, hands covering his eyes as the back of his head met the ground.

You frowned down at him.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Hello.

Eddie peaked at you through his fingers, “No?”

You shook your head and as Eddie moved to push himself back up, he yelped.

He shifted onto his side, digging around his pocket for whatever it was that stabbed him.

“Ouch,” He hissed, yanking the purple pen out. “Damn, that hurt like a bitch.”

Your eyes squinted at it in suspicion.

“Is that my pen?”

“Huh?”

“My favorite—and pricey—pen. I lost it at school today.” In fact, you were sure you had and you were sure that was your pen. You’d broken off the clip of it by accident and you recognized the large crack in the body of it, having once given into an intrusive thought regarding whether or not you had the strength to break it while you were bored in class. You did have the strength and luckily for you, it still worked.

When Eddie made no move to give your pen back, you figured he didn’t believe you so you added, “The ink is pink, right?”

Eddie continued to stare at you, mouth slightly parted in awe, and you suddenly felt very nervous, glancing behind you to see if there was something that caught his attention but all you could see were the empty lawns.

“What?”

He finally blinked, licking his lips again.

“You’re a really good liar.”

“What?” You repeated, this time your question was laced more so with confusion than panic. He was right, but why was he saying that?

His lips slowly parted up at the corners until he was grinning at you so wide, his dimples were showing and you could feel your heart beating wildly against your rib cage, as if it was trying to break free to fly right over to him.

“This is your pen?”

“Yes!” Is that what his happiness was about? That he was holding your prized pen hostage?

“This is your pen?” You could tell he was having fun at your expense now, getting more giddy by the minute.

“Yes!” You laughed out, his joy contagious even if he was teasing you with your own belongings. “That is my pen. Give me my pen!”

He clicked it closed with his thumb, “I found it where we hold Hellfire sessions, same pen that was used to write my love note.”

And just like that, your heartbeat seemed to stop all together, smile dropping instantly as you wished a giant hole could form in the ground below you and swallow you up.

“That’s not my pen,” you denied, shrugging off his jacket as you quickly rose to your feet. “I gotta go, bye, Eddie.”

When you saw him starting to hastily rise, you bolted, literally running back into the house to try to find Heather and get the hell out of there.

You heard Eddie frantically calling your name but you didn’t stop, forcing your way through the bodies as you desperately searched for your best friend.

Luck was finally on your side because you were soon smashed into her back by a passing group.

“Whoa,” she laughed, turning to steady you, “There you are, I’ve been searching for you everywh—hey, what’s wrong?”

You were sure she must have noticed the panic on your face, eyes shiny with tears you refused to let fall in public.

“I wanna go home, we have to leave.” You grabbed her hand, pulling her into a secluded corner as your head darted in the direction of the front door. You wanted to make a run for it but you feared running into Eddie on the way.

“What happened?” Heather asked, voice initially soft before hardening as her protective nature came out, “Did someone do something?”

You shook your head, chest heaving with your breaths. You were so close to having a panic attack.

“Eddie. He knows. He knows, Heather.” And because she was your best friend, she understood, mouth and eyes going wide.

“Holy crap. Wait—isn’t this what you wanted?”

“No—yes—I don’t know! I can’t face him!” There was a reason you hadn’t written your name down on the note, regardless of how badly you wanted to. You were just scared.

“Why not?” She bent down, leaned in closer to hear you. This girl and her twenty questions.

“It doesn’t matter, he didn’t want it to be me, anyways. He would’ve asked earlier, and he only did it now because of that stupid pen!” You should have kept your mouth shut and just gone to buy another over the weekend, “Can we just please get out of here? We can try the side gate in the backyard.”

“Is Eddie looking for you?”

“Yes, that’s why we have to leave!” Whatever Eddie had to say, you didn’t want to hear it. Yeah, maybe he could want you but if he didn’t, was searching for you to let you down gently you’d be heartbroken.

“He knows and you don’t think he wanted it to be you?”

“Yes!”

“Then why would he be looking for you?”

You refused to answer her, pushing her towards the back door instead. She went willingly for a few steps, then Heather stopped and you bumped into her back again as she craned her neck to look over her shoulder.

“I think it's too late for that.” She pointed at something behind you and you followed her finger.

Eddie was standing on top of the kitchen table a bunch of guys had carried into the living room to play beer pong on, eyes searching the room with his lips set in a frown.

He was attracting attention, a multitude of heads turning to peer up at him in curiosity.

Oh, god. He was looking for you, you were probably going to get rejected at a fucking Valentine’s Day party in some stranger’s living room.

Eddie must have caught the attention of someone near the sound system because the volume of the music was lowered and you could hear everyone muttering amongst themselves, asking what had happened to the music before they noticed Eddie.

He glanced around, not even a little nervous at the amount of people staring at him. He hadn’t planned on making a huge show of it, figured they were all too drunk to pay him any attention, luckily he was used to being a spectacle.

Eddie used it to his advantage, calling out your full name.

The crowd muttered, everyone looking at each other in confusion or maybe trying to catch sight of you.

It wasn’t long before someone recognized you, head turning in your direction, followed by many more—a domino effect—until just about everyone was staring at you, including Eddie.

He hopped off the table and made his way towards you, crowd parting to allow him. Heather slipped her hand into yours at your side, giving you a reassuring squeeze before she too stepped away, leaving you to finally face Eddie.

Eddie didn’t look at anyone else, gaze trained solely on you.

“Hi, again.”

You blinked, unable to keep yourself from glancing at the crowd around you, curious—nosey—to see what would happen next.

Guess you were going to have to finally face reality, no more running. You didn’t think you could break through the crowd, anyways.

“Hi,” you whispered but you knew Eddie had heard you, his lips pursed into a smile, eyes lighting up when you didn’t shut down.

“You ran away before I could tell you how I feel.” Eddie took another step, pretty much invading your personal space but he was desperate to be close to you and maybe body block you in case you tried to flee. He didn’t want you to run away again, to disappear like he feared you had when you hadn’t left your name on the note.

“It’s only fair right? Since I know?”

You nodded again, the drum of your heartbeat loud in your ears. You were surprised you could hear Eddie over it.

Eddie stared down at you, lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t look upset or frustrated. It looked like he was thinking about something.

Little did you know he was reciting the note in his head to give him some courage, he’d memorized it.

He didn’t leave you waiting for long.

“I admire you. A lot.” Your breath hitched as the words you’d jotted down were repeated to you, “So much that I want to stand on expensive looking, antique tables and crash parties for you. I like the way you get animated when you talk, the way you give into your intrusive thoughts at the most random of times—yeah, I saw you trying to see if your finger fit in the pencil sharpener in the library once—I like how kind you are, even when people don’t deserve it.

“I like how you’ve never made me feel ostracized, never made anybody feel like that and I like how dramatic you are—storming off, making an exit, falling flat on your face in hallways then staying there like a dead body before you decide to reanimate again once you’re done being embarrassed. I like how you beat up your locker when it won’t open and then you give it a couple of pats to apologize once it finally does.”

Eddie chuckled at those particular memories, having been thoroughly amused when watching you and you feel your face get hot at being the cause of his cute laugh.

“And I really like your face, your pretty eyes, all of this,” Eddie gestured to you, to all of you from head to toe, “… you’re beautiful. Although, I gotta say, you drove me really fucking crazy today. Made me feel emotions I didn’t know I was capable of feeling and you scared the shit out of me when I thought I’d never get to know who the person I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with is.”

Okay, maybe you didn’t want the ground to swallow you whole.

“I know we only have a couple of months left of school and you’re probably going off to continue being amazing at some college in some big city a million miles away—‘cause that’s my luck—but I’m willing to work with that. I want to drive those million miles to give you flowers and hold your hand, kiss you, listen to you complain about your bad days, hear you brag about your good ones, kill all the bugs you’re afraid of—even though some of them freak me out, you make me feel brave, too—and just be all around disgustingly domestic with you.

“And yes, that includes all the not so fun domestic stuff like fights—which we’ll get over, I’ll do just about anything, even cave first, if you give me those big, coy eyes of yours—and taxes. I want to do it all with you. If you’ll have me.” Eddie ended, eyes wide and just a little out of breath.

There it was. He’d thrown it all out there, everything he wanted to offer (because he wanted to give you everything, even though it kind of terrified him).

And you—you were just staring at him, left to gape at him since you’d expected… well, you hadn’t really known what to expect since you usually ran from the consequences—be they good or bad—of your actions.

He wanted to be with you. Holy crap, Eddie Munson wanted to be your boyfriend. Wanted to do boyfriend things like visit you at college and hold your hand. You’d thought, the whole time, it had just been you observing him. You never thought he’d be observing you, too. It all sounded too good to be true, you couldn’t really think, couldn’t really form words.

You didn’t have to, Eddie grew anxious, maybe even a little impatient despite having decided the moment you’d run away from him in the front yard that he’d chase after you for as long as it took him to get you to give him a chance.

He found himself blurting out his strongest desire, “Can I kiss you?”

This was it, you were faced with another opportunity, and this one was the actual last opportunity you had to tell him how you feel, without any anonymity. No more hiding, no more running.

“Yeah,” you breathed out and he was on you before you’d even finished saying that singular word, his surprisingly soft lips pressing desperately against yours as his hands moved to frame your face, one of his thumbs stroking along your cheek.

Your eyelids fluttered shut as you returned the kiss and just like that, what he intended to be a simple but firm kiss, turned into your lips moving against each other, a little wet and enough to have Eddie want to pop his leg up like in the fucking movies.

The only reason he kept himself from introducing his tongue to yours like he so badly wanted to was the sounds of encouragement around him; cheering and hollering. You broke away, having also heard your peers whooping and wolf whistling, to hide your face in his chest, bashfulness returning full force.

Eddie laughed and kissed the top of your head, unable to contain his grin and joy. He definitely wasn’t used to this, more accustomed to jeering, not cheering. A couple of people even clapped him on the shoulder.

“You know what, I think they’re rooting for us, sweetheart.”

You pulled away just enough to look up at him, offering a small, pleased smile of your own.

“They’re not the only ones.”

Well, he had to give you some tongue for that one. The cheering and sounds of excitement got louder as he did.

—

You hadn’t walked into school hand in hand with Eddie when Monday came around—though you’d spent pretty much the entire weekend with him, driving around town, lounging around your room (he’d come in through your window) and making out—he hadn’t mentioned anything about meeting up in the parking lot and you weren’t offended in the slightest. While you wanted to see him, you appreciated the extra time to calm your excited nerves before you did.

Heather ran up to you the second you made it to your locker, grin stretching from ear to ear.

“I still can’t believe it. It didn’t even happen to me and I’m pinching myself because of how romantic it was!”

“Imagine how I feel,” You were all smiles as you turned the combination for your locker. But of course, since it was openly known as one of, if not, the shittiest of lockers in the school—having belonged to several wrestlers and football players before you, who’d evidently cared for it on the rough side—it didn't budge when you tugged at it.

You wouldn’t miss it when you graduated.

With a sigh, you pulled the straps of your backpack off of your shoulders and handed it to Heather. Then, you yanked aggressively at the small locker handle. It was your routine though, so you knew it wouldn’t open then, either. It was only when you slammed your fist against it, after all the yanking, that it opened.

Roses immediately flooded out of it, piling onto the ground at your feet. You and Heather watched with open mouths, glancing at passersby, who also looked on in surprise, until your stuffed locker finally finished its floral avalanche.

“Like ‘em?”

You jumped up, and then internally scolded yourself for almost trampling a couple of your flowers. You carefully twisted around to face Eddie, who was leaning back against the row of lockers behind you, smug smirk on his handsome face.

“Yeah, what are all of these for?” You asked, still marveling at them as he pushed himself off the lockers to wrap his arms around your middle and press a kiss to the side of your head.

“I realized I never got to ask you to be my Valentine or give you flowers. So, I bought some Saturday morning,” They were on sale so he’d gone purposely overboard, “used my uncle’s collection of mugs as vases to keep them alive, then woke up at the asscrack of dawn this morning to get here before you did. I probably broke your locker even more, by the way. So, be my Valentine?”

“I’m pretty sure it was part of the terms and agreements of our relationship, but yes. I’ll be your Valentine.”

Eddie closed your locker for you, pressing his weight against it to make sure it was secure and no more roses would escape before he scooped up the ones that had fallen out, arranging them into a large bouquet which he handed to you, leaning in to give you a kiss.

You hummed happily against his lips, nose wrinkling in glee when you felt him smile.

Eddie let out a content sigh when you parted before glancing to his side at your gawking best friend.

“Hey, Heather.” Eddie wasn’t at all bothered by the audience. “Nice shoes.”

“Thanks! They’re new. You done sucking face?”

“For now,” he promised, then turned his attention back to you. “I’ll see you later, beautiful. I’ve got a test to barely pass. Gotta make sure I walk that stage with you.”

Eddie pinched your cheek, pressed another kiss to your forehead and rushed off down the hall. You’d barely locked eyes with Heather when Eddie came running back, taking your face in his hands as he muttered something about one more and gave you a kiss that had you a little shaky on your feet.

‘One more’ actually turned out to mean a couple more pecks before he really forced himself away, blowing you a kiss just as he disappeared around the corner.

“He’s whipped,” Heather stated.

“Pretty sure I’m falling in love with him.”

“That’s appropriate.” You both nodded before you turned to face your closed locker, arms full of sweet smelling roses.

“. . . You still need to get your books, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

Heather slid her arms through the straps of your backpack, over her front, so she could hold your flowers for you as you prepared to battle your locker again. It was totally worth it.

—

Eddie never ended up giving you your pen back, it’s the one he used to write love letters to you while you were away at college.

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monzamash · 1 year

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Would love to see no. 13 with Daniel

holy shit those prompts are spicy

sheeeeesh, got carried away again with this one and combined it with another suggestion that was sent in because it felt too hot not to use 🔥

daniel ricciardo x you (femreader) | 900 words 18+ minors dni

prompts used — "how many times can i make you cum?" & "i’m not going to stop until you’re dripping with my cum"

It was his birthday, after all. Thirty years on the planet, making the lives of the people he loved better each and every day while appeasing the masses with his sunny disposition. It wasn’t a huge party by his calculation, under a hundred guests of his nearest and dearest, all vying for the opportunity to wish their gorgeous Daniel a happy birthday. But there was really only one gift he was chomping at the bit to unwrap.

You.

“This dress is my favourite,” Daniel whispered into your ear as his large hand slid across your abdomen, pinning you to his chest.

You hummed in response, cocking your head to the side with an appreciative smile, “Well I did wear it for you, birthday boy. You having fun?”

Daniel turned you in his grasp and wrapped you up in a tight hug, his pearly white smile sparkling under the pretty party lights above. There was something in his honey brown eyes when they connected with yours; a deviant glimmer that you knew all too well.

“I am but–” He paused, pressing a barely there kiss to your pouting lips, “I’d rather be home alone with you.”

Your eyebrow quirked with intrigue, “Oh yeah?” You weren’t surprised but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun with him while you had his undivided attention for the first time tonight.

“What could you possibly be doing alone with me, huh?”

It was a loaded question and Daniel took very little time to answer it, “You wouldn’t be wearing this dress for starters,” He whispered, fingertips trailing down the tight silk clinging to your skin – dark eyes scanning every inch of your body.

“Or whatever’s underneath it…”

The sly smirk across your lips spread as you toyed with the loose curls on the back of his thick neck, “Presumptuous of you to think that I’m wearing anything underneath…”

Daniel couldn’t control the low growl bubbling deep within as he tilted his head back, nor did he want to – his throat tightened as he imagined peeling off the thin material obstructing him from the one thing he really wanted right now. He was insatiable in your presence, greedy to see if you were telling the truth, hoping to god you were, and your words weren’t helping him – you were killing him.

“You can’t say that shit to me, sweetheart,” He snarled, tugging you even tighter against his warm body while his lips brushed down your exposed neck, "Not here."

Daniel’s mouth was heavenly and selfishly, you let yourself enjoy it for a brief moment before inching away – you were in public after all.

“Give me a list of things you want to do to me and I promise I’ll make them happen when we get home, baby. Please,” You begged with a whimper, wanting to hear all of the naughty thoughts racing through his brain; right here, right now.

Your name slipped through Daniel’s gritted with a whine as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, swaying you both to the music so your closeness didn’t raise any alarms. His lips brushed along the shell of your ear, voice deep and low as he scolded you; ‘you are so bad, you know that?’ and of course you did. It’s how you caught his attention in the first place.

“But because you’re begging me I guess we can workshop together,” He sighed, happily giving in to your mischievous request.

“The first thing I wanna do is taste that sweet, sweet pussy and make you come all over my tongue – fucking love it when you ride my face, baby. And maybe we can see how many times I can make you come like that, huh? You’d like that, yeah?”

It was a rhetorical question but you nodded anyway, chin resting on Daniel’s shoulder as he whispered into your ear, “Thought so," and pressed a butterfly kiss to the top of your exposed shoulder.

“I’m always so fucking hard after watching you come undone like that, screaming my name so I reckon after that we just get down to it; maybe I'll fuck you from behind 'cause I know how much you love having me pound into ya, head buried in the sheets while I’m playing with your ass and overstimulating your precious little cunt too. Can’t forget about her, ey?”

A breathy moan slipped from your lips when Daniel’s tongue slid across the soft spot behind your ear. His booted foot nudged your feet apart and instinctually, your separated them as his tensed thigh nestling in-between your clenched ones. The contact wasn’t enough to ease the taut knot in the pit of your stomach but it was something to clutch onto as he moved you slowly from side to side, a low chuckle reverberating against your chest.

“You asked for it, baby; I’m just telling ya what I have in mind.”

“Keep going…” You whispered weakly, “Are you gonna let me come again like that?”

Daniel scoffed, “Course I will, honey. You’ll be seeing stars by the time I’m finished with ya,” He sweetly cooed as he guided your circling your hips into his, creating that friction between your thighs you so desperately needed.

“And I promise you that I will fuck you until you’re dripping with my cum because you take it so well, baby. And I know how much that turns you on, filled to the fucking brim while I fuck it deep inside you. God, I'm bloody hard just thinkin’ about it,” He shakily exhaled into your hair, dick stiff and twitching in his trousers against your thigh.

“You need to take me home right now.”

Daniel didn't need to be told twice.

the ol' smut muscle has been nicely warmed up after this one 🔥 — thoughts? feelings? let me know! askbox masterlist if you want to read more x

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo smut #f1 smut #f1 imagine #monzamashmasterlist #spicy prompts

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for stealing jewelry and a few other items from my hoarder aunt?

This was a few years ago now, I wanna say maybe 2018? My dad has two sisters, Z and K. K is married to a hoarder and has some hoarding tendencies herself so their house and particularly their garage is a mess. Not biohazard levels of mess but for sure just dusty, dirty, and stuffed with with ancient unusable garbage. K and her husband don’t have any kids, they’re both in their mid-70’s and both are in pretty poor health, so Z flew down from Florida and asked my father and I to come help clean. We agreed and came down for a day.

I have a weird relationship with my aunts. K took care of their mother until she died, and until she died my father would be at his sister’s beck and call. He would frequently abandon his own family to go help K and his mother. I don’t blame him for this, he wanted to help his sick mother, but I do blame K for using him as free labor. He built the house K is hoarding in, destroying his body in the process. Now that I’m an adult I don’t really speak to either aunt, like I had no contact with Z since Z’s second wedding in 2013. K is much closer location-wise but I don’t speak to her either because she’s just kind of off putting. The last time I spent time with her we went shopping and she kept telling me stories of her miscarriage and how annoying her husband is and pointing to someone and loudly asking “you think that’s a man or a woman?” Like I understand we are family but K and Z are as close to strangers as family can get to me. This doesn’t even cover my mom’s opinion of them and their treatment of her. Both Z and K have a history of manipulation, deception, and are both very vindictive and ignorant. She hates them both to the point of paranoia. My sister and I have a similarly low opinion of them both, but we both are more tolerable, myself especially.

So we arrive and we clean, Z and I working together to throw away a bunch of shit and my father worked on installing a new dishwasher. I stumble upon this gorgeous hanging lamp that looks like a large full moon. I text my mom about it and she flips. “That’s mine,” she says, “your father and I found that on the side of the road one night when we were first married.” So I load it into my dads car because it’s so pretty and it belongs to my parents. “Hey, you better ask if you can take that” Z says and I flat out tell her that it belongs to my mom. She shrugs and we continue to work. I find another really cool set of hanging lamps and a solid wooden lamp base carved to look like a gazelle that probably belonged to K’s husband’s parents and I took those too, with no input from Z.

These items weren’t lovingly packed and carefully stored away. They were sitting in plastic bins stuffed with dozens of boxes disintegrated plastic gloves and tools that were more rust than anything else. Towards the end of the day we discover some jewelry boxes and I take those inside to go through with K. A lot of it was junky costume jewelry but there’s some incredible pieces including a pair of 14k gold hoops that look like rams heads, a cool brass ring with an enameled signet with the Sagittarius archer, and a huge silver heart pendant. I carefully set aside the items that I would like to take home and K didn’t say anything, either because she didn’t notice or didn’t care.

Finally when we got home I showed my mom all of the cool stuff I found and she kind of scolded me, saying I should have asked to take this stuff and I brushed it off by joking that this was payment for my cleaning services. She was very happy that I rescued her moon lamp though.

I’m wearing that chunky silver heart pendant today and am thinking about it again. K doesn’t have any children so the only people who would ever inherit this junk would be either myself or Z’s kids, but Z’s daughter is no contact with Z and Z’s son lives on the other side of the country. We own the property that K lives on, pay for the taxes on it and pay for the maintenance on it all without charging K anything, so even when she and her husband die my family is going to have to clean it anyway and I can assure you I would be the only person who would actually want to sift through the garbage to find cool stuff. I feel like I saved this stuff from the landfill. I wear the jewelry I took, we have that really cool gazelle lamp displayed in our living room, and my sister said she was going to use the hanging lamps I brought home for when she has her own home. But of course I technically stole all of it and for sure will not be giving it back, even if she noticed it’s missing. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year

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Steve and Eddie were hanging out again, a thing that's been happening since Steve carried Eddie out of the Upside Down. Usually, it was Steve, Eddie, and Robin, but it was date night with Vicki, so it was just the two of them. Just like with Robin, Steve had no problem getting so close with Eddie, but with him, it was different because Steve had fallen madly in love with Eddie. He was planning on telling him tonight after dinner and the movie he had picked out, but there was a bit of a problem. Eddie had completely conked out on his shoulder, snoring and drooling away.

It was amazing how sweet Eddie looked when he was sleeping in Steve's arms. Steve didn't want to move, but he needed to go to the bathroom. He went upstairs and went to use the bathroom in the master bedroom, the one furthest from the living room. He had begun using that one since his parents had given him the house due to the fact that the bathtub was bigger and he loved taking baths. Not only did he need to use the bathroom, but he also needed to practice what he was going to say to Eddie. Why were his hands sweating all of a sudden?

"Steve?" Eddie called out when he had woken up and found Steve was gone.

Eddie was very confused and very worried. He couldn't find Steve anywhere in the house. He hadn't looked in the master bedroom, though. Steve had told him he didn't like going in there, so why would he be there? He headed towards the bedroom, and that's when he heard Steve’s voice. Eddie frowned and entered, but there was still no sign of him. That's when he saw the bathroom light was on. He moved forward and saw that it was slightly cracked. He peeked in the crack and saw Steve talking to himself in the mirror. Eddie shook his head. He shouldn't listen to this. It would be rude. He froze, however, when he heard his name.

"Okay, come you can do this, it's just Eddie. You can tell him. I mean, what's the worst that can happen? He would say no. . . Or, you could lose his friendship forever. Yeah, that sounds swell," Steve sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

Eddie grew even more concerned. What could be so bad that Steve would be worried that he would lose him?

"Okay, so here goes nothing. Eddie, I found out some things about myself. Something that you made me realize. Uh, I like girls, but I also like guys. I also really like your personality and your face, just the whole thing, really. Ugh, no, that's fucking stupid," Steve said. "Come on, Harrington, you're smoother than this."

Eddie grinned, hiding his face behind his hair. Steve was practicing what to say to him, Eddie Munson, about said feelings for said metalhead! Oh, he should really come out of hiding now, but he also wanted to hear what else Steve might say.

"Okay, this really shouldn't be this hard. Speaking of hard, whenever you wear those crop tops and when you put your hair up. . . Oh, baby, you make me super hard," Steve said and winked in the mirror. "Nope, nope! That's stupid, too!"

Eddie stuffed his fist into his mouth to stop the giggles from erupting. Okay, he really should come out now. Hah! Come out!

"Okay, Eddie. . .I'm a huge dork, and you're a huge dork. . .let's be dorks together," Steve said.

Okay, Eddie couldn't help himself. He burst through the door, causing it to bang loudly against the wall. Steve shrieked and clutched his hands to his chest.

"A thousand times yes, baby!" Eddie exclaimed. "Oh, shit, sorry. Are you okay?"

"You scared the fuck out of me?!" Steve asked. "Were you listening the entire time?!"

"I did say I was sorry. Holy shit, that's a huge bathtub," Eddie said, getting distracted.

"Yeah, wait, did you say yes?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, very much in love with you - oooh! Bubbles! Can we, Steve?"

Robin groaned as she walked through the door of Steve's house. Frowning, she grabbed a beer from the fridge and went to look for Steve.

"Steve! I opened my big fat mouth and said something stupid now she's mad at me!" Robin exclaimed. "Our first fight as a couple. I am both happy and sad. Stevie, where are you? Let's get drunk and be dinguses together. Steeevee???"

That's when she heard the sound of two male voices yelling. It sounded suspiciously like Steve and Eddie. Oh God, did those two finally figure things out? Was she about to walk in on the aftermath? Why was she still walking towards the sound? Because she is a dingus, that's why. Robin entered the master bedroom and could hear their voices more clearly.

" - YOU BURNED DOWN MY CROPS, EDDIE!" Steve yelled.

"I SAID I WAS SORRY. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I HAVE SINUS ISSUES!" Eddie exclaimed.

Robin burst through the bathroom door and gaped at the sight. Eddie and Steve were sitting in the tub, bubbles up to their chests, with a box of toys beside the bathtub. Steve was sporting a bubble beard while Eddie had a ring of them on his head like a halo. Steve was holding a little plastic toy man in his hand while Eddie held a large red dragon. They froze at the sight of Robin standing in the doorway.

"What the fuck?" Robin asked. "What are you doing?"

"Taking a bubble bath with my dorky boyfriend, what are you doing?" Steve asked with a scoff, and Eddie giggled.

"I had a fight with Vicki," she pouted.

"Aw, sit down. Tell Mommy and Daddy what happened," Eddie replied as he put the toy dragon down.

"I am NOT calling you guys that," Robin scoffed and sat down on the lid of the toilet, taking a sip of her beer and passing it to the guys. "So, anyways, we were talking about - wait. . .BOYFRIEND?!"

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #ficlet #steddie ficlet #appearance of robin buckley #robin buckley #just a silly little ficlet

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b00tyliciousbabe · 6 months

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my baby daddies - ep. 2

wyatt cushman x male reader

summary: the scoop on how wide i buss it open for mr cushman xx

notes: hi beautiful ppl, back again! once he go black, he'll be back again. tell them hoes that it's crunch time, abdomen. yes i cop mad chanel and mad given. she did it again, imagine them!!! sorry nicki ate that verse tf UPPP. bout to make these bum bitches mad again, okay lemme stop. I KNEW EXACTLY WHAT I WAS DOING W THAT BLACK VERSE XOXO. hope you guys are all doing well <3 i will be releasing 2 other series ("the DILFs' and a surprise one which will become coming soon ) so stay tuned! any requests? ENJOYYYY…

you and wyatt met at one of your first shoots. you were the stylist’s assistant and your boss had tasked you with making sure all the models had their hair, outfits, and makeup all ready for the editorials. you were admired by so many in the industry, icons and the public alike, and even though you didn’t have your own company, it was clear that you were on your way to becoming one of the biggest names in fashion history. you enjoyed getting to know all the models personally, and it made the whole process of getting ready much easier. but one person that always had you flustered was wyatt cushman, who you had become really good friends over the years. you definitely found him attractive, but he was so distracting; the agency called him ‘the menace’ with all the harmless trouble he got the two of you into. years had passed, the two of you remained really close, but it wasn’t until the balenciaga show, that the two of you vocalised the unspoken tension between you two.

you were responsible for all of the outfits for the fashion week at balenciaga, a huge role that olivier rousteing himself appointed you to do. it was a huge success and the press had a field day documenting your achievements. your biggest supporter, wyatt, was there to give you the biggest hug on the runway, garnering an even greater cheer from the crowd. “Y/N, you’re amazing” he said staring intensely in love as he placed his hands on your lower back. the distance between your lips decreased as the two of you shared your first kiss…in front of the entire world. you pulled away; being brought back to reality and how 4.5 million people had witnessed the two of you together, you couldn’t help but laugh, as everyone applauded and jeered at your love. the rest was history.

one thing about wyatt, he is the goofiest mf ever and you love it. he’s always cracking jokes and the life of the party. You feel so safe around him, don’t get it twisted, he’d beat the shit out of anyone who even looked at you the wrong way, but you could handle yourself. flashback to the time where y’all were celebrating your collaboration with vogue: you were dancing the night away with your friends when some guy decided to get a lil too close. the creep groped your ass to which he was served a fat slap across the face. he fell to the ground and the crowd started cheering. wyatt smiled proud that you were able to defend yourself - so proud, that on the way home you took a detour where you guys had the best make out session in the history of rom coms.

the golfer’s wife and the holiday maker:

this man is always travelling and he loves to share those memories with you. other than being his personal photographer, the two of you are able to explore so many different ways of living on your journeys and you dream together of living abroad one day.

On one of your holidays, you had decided to take your boyfriend stargazing “come on wyatt, i don’t wanna miss it” you say gripping his arm as you led him to a quiet space overlooking the ocean. “babe, I’m pretty sure the stars aren’t going anywhere,” he chuckled “and besides, the sky isn’t as pretty as the star right in front of me” he stops and turns to face you. he strokes your cheek, looking down at you with a smile that rivalled romeo’s love for juliet. y’all sat down watching how nature looked so peaceful. he started kissing on your neck, leaving light hickeys to mark you as his. straddling your bf, you deepened the kiss as you felt him grow uncomfortably large in his jeans. you undid his trousers as 8 thick inches of uncut hairy cock made contact with the chill of the night. “you don’t know how much this turns me on, y/n”

you continued sucking on his tip, swirling and drooling all over him as a pool of your spit congealed in his pubes. all the while his hands gripped your roots urging you to take more and more of his cock. you gargled and took him like a champ.

“babe, ughh, I’m bout to, uuhhh shit shit” he came deep down your throat, cleaning your chin with his finger and then poking it in your mouth as he made sure to feed you with every last drop.

you laid down, proud of your efforts to calm him down and your head tucked into cushman’s shoulder, as you began to feel sleepy. your bf noticed this and chuckled to himself, using the blanket he brought to make sure you wouldn’t get cold. “mkay, y/n kinda had a point, this is pretty cool,” he whispered, still riding the high you gave him “but it’s got nothing on him tho, my cute ass bf” wyatt embraced you tighter. the wedding bells were already ringing in his head.

MORE SLUTTY THOUGHTS:

• he deffo has a spit kink. not saying that he’d treat you as worthless scum but, he’d would make sure to slut you out. and you fucking loved it. “you’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you” he’d grunt raw dogging your ass as he spat in your face.

• as dominant as he is, he likes to give you your time to shine, always enjoying it when you spell coconut with your hips as you ride his pole. as I’ve mentioned already his smile drives you crazy, and this position has him cheesing the MOST. wyatt just loves to see how much you’re enjoying the experience, and nothing turns him on more than when he can see the pleasure on your face. “fuck babe, you look so sexy riding my dick.”

• this leads on to missionary, nobody fucks harder in this position than this man. he definitely compensates for his soft strokes in doggy and prone bone because of how hard he hits your hole in missionary. He turns primal as well, feeling your chest bounce up every time he’s balls deep, but all in all he’s crazy for how your bodies are so in sync.

#gay #smut #bottom male reader #wyatt cushman #male bottom #gay male #gay reader #mxm #mlm #male reader

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starsandhughes · 9 months

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Chemical— Jack Hughes

based off chemical by post malone!

MASTERLIST

warnings: swearing, overall angst, toxic relationship, allusions to smut, jack is NOT a good boy

word count: 1.7k (wow i wrote a “short” one for once! who am i?)

You told yourself that you were done with Jack. You two were toxic for each other. Half of the time, all you do is fight with each other. But the other half? That’s what made you stay.

The other half of your relationship with Jack is having fun and feeling relaxed at the same time at a party together. It was the dates on rooftops with your favorite wine as he drank his beer. It was how well he knows your body. It was how well he knew you and how good he could treat you. It was the “I’m sorry” daisies every time after a huge fight. It was the soft look in his eyes and his fingers tucking your hair behind your ear every time you apologized.

You love Jack. You shouldn’t, but you do. It didn’t matter how many rules you set up for yourself; the second you saw him, all of them flew out the window. It breaks you that you love him. But you need him. You need love.

If you were smarter, you wouldn’t have come to Dawson’s party. But you were a damn fool for Jack Hughes and just couldn’t help yourself.

“I thought you two were off again,” Dawson said as he came up to you with a drink when he saw you arrive.

“I never know what we are,” you sighed. “I told him last week was the last time—“

“So was the time before—“

“Shit, Dawson, don’t you think I know that?! I told him it was the last time for sure this time, but I don’t think he believes me.”

“Do you?” he asked.

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p.’ “I love him, D, I really do. It was a stupid fight—“

“It’s always a stupid fight,” Dawson interrupted you. “What happened this time?”

— — —

Jack slammed the door of your apartment when he came in. He just got home— well, to your home, after his overtime win and instead of being happy like he normally is, he was raging.

“Everything alright, babe?” you asked cautiously.

“Don’t ‘babe’ me, y/n,” Jack spat.

“O-okay,” you stuttered. You weren’t sure what you did wrong this time. “What happened?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” Jack asked. His voice was venomous. You knew it was a trick.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, Jack,” you said shakily.

“Really?” Jack scoffed. “You don’t know about that guy you were flirting with all night?! I saw you during the media breaks! Am I not good enough for you?! Is that it?!”

“What? Jack, that was my coworker! We were just talking! He knows I’m with you!” you argued.

“Yeah, because a girl having a boyfriend stops every guy,” Jack rolled his eyes. “This is so typical of you! All you do is deny, deny, deny!”

You were shocked, exasperated, and overall pissed off. This is typical of you? No. This is typical of Jack. He jumps to extreme conclusions and doesn’t trust you for shit. Now, you don’t exactly fully trust him, but you cower down when you don’t. No need to give Jack another reason to be angry. That’s love, right? It’s all you knew.

“I’m gonna go,” is what you chose to say. You didn’t know what to say, let alone how to say it.

“Go?!” Jack exclaimed, sounding panicked. “No, no, no, babe, you don’t have to do that. We’ll figure it out like we always do.”

He stepped closer to you and slowly brought his hand up to your face. He cupped your cheek and softly smiled a smile that you couldn’t tell if it was real or not, “We love each other. We can do anything.”

There was that word again. Love.

Was this really what it meant? Was it really nothing like the books or the movies? That couldn’t be true, because how else would those writers get those ideas? It had to have come from somewhere.

“No, this is the last time, Jacky,” you mumbled as you slowly backed away from here.

“Sure it is,” Jack scoffed. “Just like how last time was the last time?”

“I mean it this time!”

“Then why'd you call me ‘Jacky?’”

Your face turned red from embarrassment. Of course you slipped out a nickname.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” you said, feigning confidence. You didn’t know for sure. Maybe it did, maybe it didn’t. All you know is that you needed to get out before you caved to those blue eyes again.

– – –

“You’re right,” Dawson sighed. You two were leaning against the wall and your body was leaning against his. “That was a stupid fight.”

Luckily, Jack wasn’t here yet, so you felt fine and free.

That should be a red flag. Hell, your entire relationship is a red flag. But you felt like you needed love. You felt like you needed to be told “I love you” to be worth something, and that hearing it from a friend wasn’t enough.

Dawson pulled you out of your thoughts by nudging you, and when you looked up, you spotted Jack entering the house. With daisies.

Jack took a moment to find you, and when he did, his eyes were filled with what you assume is regret. He didn’t smirk, he didn’t smile brightly as if nothing was wrong, he looked like he genuinely felt bad. Dawson let out a quiet sigh, knowing damn well what was about to happen.

“I was hoping you’d be here,” Jack said softly. “Can we talk? So I can apologize.”

“In the car?”

“Yeah, babe,” Jack smiled, “In the car.”

This is how it goes. One or both of you fuck up, either he brings daisies and gives a half assed apology that you cave to immediately, or you beg and ask him what you have to do. It’s not a healthy relationship, but sometimes you two can go a couple months without a fight. You love each other. You work it out every time. One look from him and you break down and break your “last time” rule.

Jack opened up the car door for you before walking around the hood to get into the driver's side. You two weren’t going anywhere; you just needed out of the loud and crowded party to “talk.” And by talk you mean light up a joint and zen out enough to forgive each other without a second thought. The first time he’d suggested it his reasoning was that “we’re our true selves high.” You don’t fully agree with that now. You’re not your true self. You’re just vulnerable. Needy. Willing to do anything for him. For the oxytocin chemical to make you feel okay. For love.

“I’m sorry about accusing you of cheating,” Jack said, sultry in his voice. He was leaning on the center console, his piercing blue eyes locked with yours. “It just killed me to see you laughing with a man I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way,” you responded.

Jack gave you a smile that almost felt like a smirk. He knows that he has you in the palm of his hand. He gently caressed your cheek, “Let’s not do that again.”

All you did was nod before his lips crashed into yours. Your post make up kisses were never soft. They were raw, and rough, and left your lips bruised. Jack tugged on your lip with his teeth as he pulled away. He winked at you when he saw your pout, “We’ll finish this later, baby girl. Promise.”

You two made your way back into the party and everyone knew what went down. You smoked, you made up, you came back acting like a different person. Every. Single. Time.

“Well if it isn’t the happy couple,” Dawson said.

You knew he was faking it. Jack clearly didn’t as he threw his arm around you.

“We have our moments, but we love each other. Don’t we?”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “We do.”

It felt off this time. You didn’t feel the high like you normally do. Maybe the high was finally wearing off. There’s no way that could be good.

Jack kept his promise that you two would continue your car affairs when you got back to his place. You tried to talk first, but that didn’t go too well.

“Jack, something seriously needs to change between us,” you said as you were being pulled to the bedroom. You weren’t fighting it. You wanted it. But you also wanted to talk.

“Jack, we should talk fir–”

“Baby, I just want to treat you right,” Jack said sweetly, cupping your cheek. “We can talk after.”

Typical. Every time you’re ready to make a change, he turns around and fucks out all your brains. Maybe this is fate. Maybe it’s too late for you to act like you deserve better. Maybe this isn’t a mistake. Maybe the mistake is questioning everything.

Everything that you wanted to talk about left the front of your brain the second he went down on you. The second you heard “be a good girl for me,” it was over. Because that’s what you wanted to do. Be a good girl for him. Inside and outside of the bedroom.

Watching his eyes as he thrusted into you was breathtaking. His bright blues turned darker with lust, and he’d always lean down for a kiss anytime he caught you gazing into them. His eyes had the power of a siren. And you were their prey.

“I love you,” Jack said when you two were laying down on your backs, still feeling the bliss of the release.

“I love you, too,” you whispered.

Maybe if you didn’t say it too loud, your mind wouldn’t give you a chance to question it. But at this moment, the dopamine, endorphins, and oxytocin were too strong to make you question it. The chemicals convinced you it was real.

You couldn’t let go. If you felt this happy with him for a good chunk of the time, the love had to be real. Questioning it was ruining the happy feeling. You want to keep this happy feeling. Maybe the fighting was good. You always felt the most loved after making up from a fight. You two were young and hot headed, but you had time for that change. You and Jack have been together for years. You didn’t know how to be without Jack. You didn’t know who you were without Jack.

You can’t let go. It’s chemical.

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jpmarvel90 · 9 months

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I should have been there!

Masterlist Nat Masterlist

Relationship: MamaNat x 21 yr old Reader

Summary: Y/n's relationship isn't going as well as she planned. But just as she's going to talk to her mama about it, Nat goes on a mission, leaving Y/n to figure out what to do herself.

Word Count: 5417

Y/n's POV:

Although I didn't have the greatest of starts to life, I really got lucky in my teenage years. You see, I was sold by my parents to Hydra when I was a baby. I then spent 14 years of my life being experimented on. Unlike others in the programme, I wasn't treated as one of their own. Although I spent nearly my entire life there, I was very much treated like a prisoner. I was too valuable to them to lose.

Through my time in Hydra, I was given the power to manipulate the elements. I hated it. I struggled for control as the power was so strong. It would physically hurt in my younger years to even try and blow a gust of wind with it. I despised everything about them. My aim in life was to get to a point that I could get rid of them, never having to harm another person against my will again.

This became a possible reality when the Avengers stormed the base I was held in when I was 15. They never saw me as a monster and helped to train me properly to control my powers. I grew close to Nat and Bruce. Nat was very protective of me and became like a mother figure to me in the early days. I aspired to be just like her, being able to do good for the world. When I turned 16, she asked if she could adopt me, and we could be a family together.

It was the best day of my life. Tony helped to get it all done and I soon became Y/n Romanoff. When she adopted me, Nat was only 28 but it didn't matter. She treated me like a normal kid, helped me with schoolwork and was quick to scold me when I had my rebellious moments. Being her daughter is my greatest honour.

With Bruce, I loved spending time with him in his lab. I loved science and he was happy to teach me. I got to hang out and do so many cool things with him and Tony in the lab. It was great fun, and I couldn't believe that this was the life I now had. After all those years locked away, I had this amazing life. I had a family.

It was Bruce that I first talked to about wishing I could get rid of my powers. Unbeknownst to me, he started work the very next day to find out if it would be possible for me to live a life without them. It wasn't until I was 18 that he found a solution. It was a risky procedure but would guarantee that I would never have to live life feeling like a monster anymore.

Mama really wasn't happy at the thought of me going through such a risky procedure. She fought me on it, and we had a huge blow out from it. But when we calmed down and I explained to her exactly why I wanted to do it, she reluctantly agreed. Not that she really had a say as I was 18 and didn't need parental consent anymore.

Luckily, it all went perfectly, my powers were gone. It was weird at first, but I soon got used to it. I was never happier. That was until a year ago. When Mama and Wanda officially got together. I had never seen mama happier than when she was with Wanda. They were each other's missing piece and they fit perfectly together. I loved watching their relationship flourish. I teased mama a lot in the beginning. The usually unflappable black widow was stumbling over her words and blushing at the slightest compliment from Wanda.

Eventually, she got her shit together and asked her out on a date and they never looked back. The love the two of them have, is something you can only aspire to get yourself. It's pure and unconditional. Sure, they have their moments. They argue and disagree. But they always come back to each other stronger than ever.

That's why it was so hard when my own relationship turned sour. I met Aaron six months ago and he was the most sweet and loving man. At 21 he was my first proper boyfriend. It had been near impossible to date before. All the team had a view and were extremely protective.

I met Aaron at a local coffee shop. I had just had an argument with mama about a mission that Tony had asked me to go on. Since I gave up my powers, mama has always been worried about me going on missions. Even though she has trained me to be almost as good as she is. I was so frustrated, I stormed out and spent the afternoon in my favourite coffee shop.

Aaron saw me on my own and teary eyed. He asked to join me, and we talked for hours. It was really funny and caring too. We exchanged numbers and started to go on dates. He really swept me off my feet. I quickly found myself falling for him and decided to bring him home with me for my birthday meal.

I remember the moment he saw who my family was and the look in his eye. It was mixed with terror and awe. With each of them being fiercely protective, he had very intimidating handshakes and quiet threats about my safety. All of which he nodded to and promised he only ever planned to protect me and care for me.

Although most of the team ended up really liking him, mama and Wanda seemed harder to convince. "I just want what's best for my baby." Mama said to me after she had spent an hour grilling Aaron on everything and anything. Weirdly, Wanda was almost more protective. Her eyes would constantly be glowing red as she looked at him. At first, I thought she was reading his mind, but she promised she would never do that unless it was absolutely necessary. She confirmed that she was just making sure that he knew what he was dealing with if he fucked up.

Turns out, that regardless of earth's mightiest heroes threatening him, it didn't discourage Aaron from fucking up!

After my birthday, he started to change. At first it was the odd outburst. He would then profusely apologise for yelling at me and would be so sweet. It actually angers me how long I allowed this behaviour to go on for. Each time I would be fed up and promise I wouldn't take it anymore. But then the sweet and caring man that I had fallen in love with, would come back and treat me how he always had. It was like that side of him had a lock on me and I couldn't shake it.

Unfortunately, that man I loved become harder to find. The outbursts became worse until one day he hit me. The look of terror on his face as he did it, still sits with me. He regretted it with every fibre of his being. For weeks afterwards, he was the man I had remembered, and I genuinely thought that this was the turning points for him. That it was the shock he needed to realise what he was doing.

But once again, I was wrong. He was nicest when we were at the compound. It was like he needed to prove what an amazing guy he was. At first, I loved it, because I was with the sweet and caring guy again. But I soon realised that it was front. When we were at his place, he was slowly turning into a mentally abusive monster. So, I tried to keep him at the compound as often as I could. Not that he was always happy with that as we never had sex there. Something he'd always make up for when I was over at his.

The final straw for me was when he hit me for a second time. He was apologetic once again, but I stormed out. I had enough and I had to get out of this relationship. But I knew I needed help. I may be 22 but I need my mama. I rushed from Aaron's straight home to the compound, rushing through the building to find the person I needed most.

"Mama!" I shout as I see her leaving one of the meeting rooms. "Hi love. What's up?" She asks, still walking towards the elevator. "I really need your help and I wonder if we could talk?" I ask, my heart almost thumping out of my chest. There was a part of me that is terrified at how she's going to react. She didn't raise me to be weak like this. But here I am, allowing myself to be treated like shit by a guy I thought I loved.

"I'm so sorry honey, but I have to leave for a mission. But when I get back, how about we have a mama/daughter day. Just the two of us and we can talk about everything." She suggests. I sigh, hoping to have got this sorted today, but ultimately agree. "Ok mama. How long's the mission?" I ask, joining her in the elevator. "Should only be a week. Then you've got me all to yourself." She replies, pulling me into a hug. "Please be safe." I mumble into her neck, and she lets out a small chuckle. "Aren't I always?" She asks with a raised eyebrow. I quickly pull away and give her a 'you can't be serious' face. "Ok, but I've always come back to you." She adjusts her statement.

I stay with her whilst she gets ready and then join Wanda to see her off on the quinjet. Once the jet has left, Wanda wraps her arm around me and leads me back inside. "Want to watch a movie with me? Or does that boy of yours have your attention today?" She asks as we walk into the common room. I cringe a little at the mention of Aaron, but quickly shake it off. "Yeah, that would be nice."

We decide to watch one in hers and mama's room, raiding the kitchen of all the snack that we want. Whenever mama goes away on a mission without her, Wanda always struggles on the first day. She always worries that something is going to happen to her. Most of the time, we end up spending it together, helping each other with the worry that we have.

Wanda has quickly been becoming a second parental figure to me. She has always made the effort to engage with me, understanding that I'm the baggage that comes with mama. I love Wanda. Not just because she is perfect for Mama, but also because she genuinely cares for me too. I just wish I had the two of them in my life when I was a kid. I can just imagine the three of us living in a house out of the city, maybe them giving me a sibling.

Whilst we're watching the movie, my mind keeps wandering to Aaron and how I'm going to get out of this situation. I had hoped that mama would help me. Though I had planned to omit the physical stuff. She would kill him if she knew, and that's something I don't need. I just need to get out. But I only have to wait a week and she'll be back. I just need to avoid him until then.

"Are you ok sweetie?" Wanda questions, pulling me from my thoughts. I look at her and see a concerned look in her eyes. "Yeah, sorry. Just a little lost in thought on Mama's mission." I lie, not wanting Wanda to know what's going on. She frowns at me a little and I pray that she doesn't question it further. After a moment, she scootches closer to me and wraps me in a hug. "She'll be fine. She always is." She reassures me. And that's how we spend the rest of the evening. Cuddled up in her bed, watching movies and sitcoms.

Over the next few days, Aaron is frantically trying to get a hold of me. His texts and voicemails are apologetic, promising it'll never happen again. But I'm done now. I know that it's a lie and I can't stay in the relationship anymore. But the mistake I do make, is thinking that he will be in an agreeable mood to talk. I text him and tell him I'm on my way to his to talk. It's time that I end this.

"Y/n! Wait." Wanda calls after me as I get out of the elevator. "What's up Wands?" I reply and I notice her eyebrows furrowed. "Is everything ok? You've seemed a little off these last couple of days." She states, and I feel my heart rate increase, my head screaming that I should tell her what is happening. But I'm too embarrassed. "I'm ok. Just missing mama." I partially lie. I can tell she's not buying it so I start to move towards the door. "I'm heading over to Aaron's. But do you want to hang out when I'm back?" I ask, hoping the promise of a hang out will help to ease her own nerves. She nods and gives me a hug, then allows me to leave.

As soon as I walk through Aaron's door, he's pulling me into a hug, repeatedly apologising for what he had done. "Enough." I state firmly, wanting to show him that I'm strong. "I promise, I will never do it again. I will change. I will be the person you deserve." He begs, his hands still clinging to mine. "You promised me that the first time Aaron. But it did happen again. I just don't trust you." I tell him, seeing a flash of anger in his eyes. "Then let me earn that trust back. I can't lose you." His hands grip on mine tightens to a point it almost hurts. "Aaron. Please let go. You're hurting me." I request softly but he shakes his head. "Not until you promise that you won't leave me."

I try to pull my hands away, but he doesn't allow it. "Aaron. I'm not staying in this relationship. I genuinely am scared of where it is going. You've hit me twice and your attitude towards me has changed. You're no longer the caring man I met in the coffee shop." I gain confidence, knowing that I want nothing more than for this relationship to end.

"Well, why do you think that is. You've made me into this man Y/n. Maybe if you had been a better girlfriend, I would act like I do." At his words, I aggressively snatch my hands from his grip. "No. I am not at fault here for you hitting me. You're just proving my point. This is over Aaron. We are over." I state firmly, turning to leave as quickly as I can. But as soon as I reach the door, his hand slams it shut. "You're not going anywhere."

Nat's POV:

Something is definitely wrong with Y/n. The whole journey on the quinjet, I'm regretting not staying behind and talking with her. It seemed urgent and she was flustered. Add that to the fact she's been withdrawing over the last few weeks, my concern is growing rapidly. Just the other night whilst I was led with Wanda, I shared my fears.

We had just finished another episode of the Dick Van Dyke show, but I was distracted as my hand mindlessly stroked through Wanda's hair. "Your mind is elsewhere tonight Detka." Wanda observes, switching off the TV and turning to look at me. "I'm worried about Y/n." I share easily. I see Wanda's face flash with worry. "What's wrong with her?" She asks quickly and I smile for a moment at the love that she has for my daughter.

I love their relationship. It's been growing so much over the last few months. Wanda is desperate to become Y/n's second mom, even though she's only 10 years older than her. I genuinely can't wait for that to happen so we can be a proper family together. "I don't know. But haven't you noticed that she's more withdrawn lately? She's not got her usual confidence." I reply and watch for Wanda's response. "Now you say it, she isn't as happy as she has been. Do you think it's to do with Aaron?" She asks, a hint of distaste at the name.

We both have had our reservations about him, but neither of us can put a finger on why. All the times we've met him, he's been so lovely. He is very caring of Y/n and makes the effort with us all when he's in the compound. But there is just this nagging feeling that he's not all he seems. "I don't know. Maybe. I just don't like the idea of her needing help but being afraid to ask for it." I share my fears. I've always tried to be the mother that Y/n deserves. Someone she can talk to regardless of what's going on. I want her to feel safe and unjudged whilst she's with me. But something seems to be stopping her.

"Do you want me to go in her mind?" Wanda asks, but I quickly shake my head. "No! She would never forgive you and your relationship is one of the good things at the moment." I quickly shut down the idea. "Then we just have to be there for her." She comforts me.

But now, I'm on the quinjet, realising that I wasn't there for her when she needed me. She actually came to talk to me and I still came on this mission. Worried about my daughter I decide to message Wanda.

Nat: Hey, I hate that I left like I did. Y/n wanted to talk but I didn't have time. Please can you keep an eye on her over the next few days? I'll try and get this mission done as quickly as possible to come home to her.

Wanda: Of course detka. We're currently watching a movie together. Focus on your mission and I'll be here for Y/n.

I sigh in relief, knowing that she's already comforting Y/n. I know they always hang out when I first leave for a mission without them. But today, it gives me a bit more relief knowing that Y/n isn't alone.

After a few days, the mission is going well. I'll hopefully be home two days early, Clint, Steve and I just need to get this sorted and then I can be back home with my family.

Whilst having breakfast, my phone rings and I see Wanda's name appear. I smile and answer it. "Hi babe." I greet her but her concerned voice floods me with worry. "Nat, how quickly can you get home?" I don't respond straight away, panic rushing through me at what could be wrong. "Uh, I can try and leave now. What's up?" I ask, moving to the next room where Steve and Clint are. They both look at me but their smiles drop when they see my demeanour.

"This is going to sound strange, but I need you to trust me." She prefixes her next sentence. I quickly put my phone on speaker so the others can hear and save me explaining why I need to leave so rapidly. "Something is wrong with Y/n. More so than usual. She was really deflated this morning and her aura is just completely dark. I think something is wrong with Aaron and I'm about to go over there." She shares and I feel like my heart stops for a moment.

If Wanda feels that something is wrong, then it is. I've never known her to be wrong with something like this. "I can be home in two hours. Don't go on your own." I tell her, looking at Steve and Clint who both nod. They know not to come between Y/n and I. "Quicker if I can override the quinjet's restrictions." I'm now running around grabbing my things whilst finishing up my conversation with Wanda.

"We've got this. Just focus on Y/n." Steve reassures me with a hand to my shoulder. I rush off and jump in the quinjet and set a course for home. Within 15 minutes I'm able to override the restrictions on the jet and my journey time is cut down to an hour. Though it might as well be 10 with the speed it feels like it's going. My anxiety is growing with every second. I should never have left her.

The moment the quinjet touches down I run out to greet Wanda who is ready and waiting to leave. We jump in my corvette and drive straight to Aaron's. "She's going to be fine." Wanda tries to comfort me, but I can tell by her own voice she doesn't believe it herself.

The car has barely stopped before Wanda is jumping out and running up the stairs to Aaron's apartment. I'm quickly behind her and I don't hesitate to kick the door down when I hear a cry of pain. The minute I see the scene in front of me, my whole body just freezes. My daughter is on the floor, barely conscious with the man that promised he only ever wanted to love her, beating her.

I completely fail her as I freeze. If I haven't failed her before this. How could I not see this? I'm a fucking spy! A deeper cry of pain pulls me out of my trance. I see Aaron in a heap on the floor, Wanda's red whisps dissipating. I rush over to Y/n, falling to my knees to cup her battered face in my hands. "Oh, my sweet baby." I whisper. "Stay awake for me ok. We're going to get you help." I plead with her as I can see her eyes struggling to stay open.

"I'll call Tony to get the medical wing ready and get Fury to send someone over to deal with that asshole." Wanda takes control of the situation, though I can see fear in her own face. "I'm so sorry baby. I should never have left for that mission." I fight back tears. I'm shocked when I see Y/n smile at me. "It's not your fault mama. I hid this from you for too long." She chokes out. "It hurts." She complains as a coughing fit takes over her body.

My heart stops when I see blood, indicating that she has a punctured lung. Her breathing starts to get laboured, and I look to Wanda with a pained look in my eyes. "Tony is on the way to take her back to the compound. Cho and Banner will be waiting." Wanda informs me, kneeling down next to me. She places a hand on my back and then one on Y/n's bruised cheek. "I should never have let you go." She mumbles.

Y/n tries to talk, but it's becoming too much. "It's ok. You don't need to say anything. Just stay awake with us until we can get you help." I plead with her. I can see the pain in her eyes, and it breaks my heart even further. Though that is soon replaced by anger when I hear grunting from behind us. The asshole has woken.

I quickly stand up and march my way over to him, pulling him to his feet and pinning him to the wall. "You're a fucking asshole. I told you to never hurt her." I shout at him before I punch him square in the nose. Anger takes over me and I start to throw punch after punch, wanting him to feel the same pain that Y/n is. "Nat, stop!" Wanda shouts, pulling me away from him and into her arms. "Y/n needs you and he is not worth it." She whispers in my ear.

I'm breathing heavily as I stare down the piece of shit in front of me. "He deserves to pay." I growl. "I know and he will. But go and be with our daughter." She instructs. My head snaps to her when I hear the words she just used. Our daughter. I slowly make my way over to Y/n and take her hand in mine again. Though my gaze wanders to Wanda as she picks Aaron up with her powers. "You are lucky that we have a semblance of control. Unlike you it seems. There is nothing I want more than to help my girlfriend in beating you to a pulp, but we are better than you. It doesn't mean that you're getting away with it. We'll still make sure your life is hell for what you've done. I promised you that you would pay if you hurt my daughter. I don't break my promises." Her words are laced with venom, and I can see the pure fear in Aaron's eyes.

But we don't have long to relish in at as the door slams open to Tony and Bucky rushing in. They both stop in their tracks as they see me bent over the beaten body of my daughter. She means so much to everyone in the team, seeing her like this is going to hurt them almost as much as it does me. "The jet's in the field opposite. Let's take her home. The Shield agents are outside to deal with that asshole." Tony lets us know, moving towards Y/n to assess her injuries. "You're ok baby spider. We're going to get you home now." He speaks gently to her, and I see her smile as she still tries to fight to stay awake.

The whole way home, I'm clinging to her hand. She lost consciousness within a few minutes of taking off, but Tony assured me she was in safe hands, and they would get her fixed up in no time. They rolled her straight to the medical centre when we landed, Wanda and I hot on their tails.

We waited outside, watching on through the window as the three of them worked on Y/n. Wanda held me as I broke down when we saw the extent of her injuries when they removed her shirt. What animal could do that to a person? It was hours before Bruce came out to talk to us. My heart was in my mouth as I waited to hear the damage. "How is she?" I rush out as he takes a seat opposite us. "She's lucky. She has four broken ribs. One of which punctured her lung, which we have managed to fix up. Her left collarbone is shattered, and she has a fracture to her left radius. We've controlled the mass internal bleeding but had to remove part of her spleen. She also has a fractured eye socket and broken nose as well as a small bleed on the brain. But we're confident that it will heal with medication and rest." He lists off her injuries.

I feel Wanda's grip tighten around me with every new injury. "Will she be, ok?" I ask, hoping that she's going to make a full recovery. "Over time, yes. She'll be in the medical wing for a week or two so we can monitor her head and internal injuries. If all goes well, it'll be physio for her broken bones." He answers and I let out a sigh of relief. "Can we see her?" Wanda asks almost desperately. "Of course. She's going to need all the support she can get." He says, moving to show us to her.

As soon as I'm in the room with her, I rush to her side and take the seat to her right. I take her hand in mine and place a kiss against it. "Oh, my sweet baby. I'm so sorry." I mumble through a cry. "This is torture seeing her like this. I just want to protect her with everything that I have." Wanda says, making me smile at the love she has for her. But I quickly remember that we're here because of me. "I should have stayed here Wands. I was already worried something was wrong and then she asked to talk with me." I ramble, getting lost in the pain of allowing this to happen to my daughter. "No. You're not in the wrong here Nat. You weren't to know. You were just doing your job." She quickly sets me straight. Not that I believe it.

"If anyone is to blame it's me. I knew something was wrong when she left for Aaron's, yet I let her go. If I had stopped her or at least gone with her, then I could have stopped this. She wouldn't be led in this bed." Wanda cries. I hate seeing her blame herself. "Neither of you are to blame." I scratchy voice puts us straight. Both Wanda and I's head shoot up to see Y/n smiling at us both. "Oh sweetheart. Thank God you're ok." I place a gentle kiss against her forehead as Wanda grabs a cup of water and a straw.

She holds it out and helps Y/n to drink it. "Thanks mom." She says, making Wanda short circuit. A wide smile grows on my face as a few tears escape Wanda's eye. "I should have called you that earlier, but I guess I was too scared." Y/n admits, which makes Wanda quickly lean down to wrap her in a careful hug. "Oh Y/n. I have seen you as my daughter for so long now. I can't tell you how happy it makes me that you see me like a mom." She shares through tears.

"How are you feeling love?" I ask after they've had their moment. "A bit sore but just grateful the two of you go to me in time." She responds. "I'll go and grab Bruce so he can give you some pain meds." Wanda stands to leave, but Y/n stops her. "Please stay. I just want to be with you two for now." She pleads. Wanda nods and retakes her seat. "We're so sorry. Y/n. We should have done more." I say, hoping that she'll forgive us.

Turns out we don't need it. "It's not either of your fault. I mean that. I was too scared to admit what was happening and I never would have asked you to stay behind from a mission for me. The only person to blame is Aaron." She tells us both sternly, with no room for us to argue. "I just want to move on from this." She adds. "What can we do to help?" Wanda asks whilst my thumb is slowly rubbing circles over her bloodied knuckles, showing she put up a fight.

Y/n has a smirk on her face as she looks between us. "Get married." She states and it makes both Wanda and I choke on air. Y/n is looking very proud of herself as I meet Wanda's eyes. "I-I had hoped it would uh, be more romantic." I stumble over my words as Wanda's cheeks blush. "What's better than it happening in front of our daughter." Wanda gains some confidence as she speaks.

Y/n gives my hand a tug and nods her head to encourage me. "Ok. Wanda, will you marry me?" I ask shyly. Wanda stands up and comes to the other side of Y/n's bed. "I will always say yes." She responds, leaning down to capture my lips. It doesn't last though when we pull away quickly after hearing a squeal followed by a grunt of pain from Y/n. "What's wrong sweetheart?!" Wanda asks worriedly, looking over Y/n. "I'm ok. I just got a little too excited." She admits timidly.

We both laugh. "I'm getting Bruce this time." Wanda says firmly, earning a pout from both Y/n and I. "I'll be right back my loves." She smiles, giving me a peck and them placing a kiss on Y/n's forehead. We both watch her leave and then Y/n takes my hand. "I am so happy for you mama." She says with a bright smile. Though my heart constricts when I taken in the swollen eyes and bruises. "I gently run my finger over her cheek, and she winces slightly. "I'm ok Mama. I've got the best family behind me." She says, the optimistic girl I know and love returning. I am just so happy I could give her the family she deserves.

#natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #romanoff #natasha romanoff fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Hey it me again. Let’s try this for round two of my request for the tadc cast ( plus Caine) helping a reader with crutches at the breakfast table after they accidentally left them for the new i.h.a.

TADC cast x reader who uses crutches!

Side note I'm on mobile still for tumblr and my asks are getting weirder; the asks look fine in the inbox but when I go to answer them it like. Makes it on long thing, single worded lines. it's annoying and I dont like it!! It happened with the last request too grrrgrr

CAINE:

It takes him a while because it's not uncommon for circus members to skip out on IHAs, I mean zooble openly says they dont want to do them! But when he decides to go make sure you're not doing anything you're not supposed to (cough cough going into the void/j) he stumbles upon you

You can practically see the gears running in his head before he realizes the issue

Immediately zooms to your side and makes a show of apologies while helping you up

Shit he might even be frantic enough to scoop you up

Honestly I feel like Caine would feel so so bad and he would try to make it up to you

POMNI:

Feels very bad when she realizes you're not around; shes still trying to get hard to the digital world so shes still learning everyone and their whole deals

You know how some characters run with their hands out in front of them. In like a weird scurry. I think pomni would lowkey run like that when she tries to search every corner of the circus for you. Shed already check your room and a bunch of the halls before she even thinks about the main area

Letting out a stream of apologies as she gives you a hand, trying to let you know that she didnt do this to be malicious or hurtful

I think it would take a while longer for pomni to really, really, embed your needs into her schedule since shes juggling so much between coming to terms with being trapped and finding an exit, but she does promise to do better (and she does, eventually!)

RAGATHA:

It's rare that ragatha would just up and forget something like you needing crutches to really be able to move around; even rarer for ragatha to forget you as a whole for a brief moment

No I think the only way this scenario would work is if caine suddenly sprang up the days adventure out of no where as soon as the last person was done eating; and he decides to make it a really high energy chaotic one that takes everyone off guard

It's not long until she remembers you were left behind, though, shes probably one of the few who would take probably at most 10 or so minutes to go and get you.. jax is the second, oddly enough

That said she's apologizing and fretting over you before filling you in on everything you missed

Very sweet very nice, she wont let it happen again

JAX:

I like to think that jax does the "really fast run that he did leaving kaufmos room" a few times, especially when hes struck with a brilliant idea for a prank. So there definitely has been at least a couple instances where he left you behind. It's not so much that hes doing it out of malice, but its like. Those huge motivation spikes that prompt you to work ASAP, you know?

"Heh did you see that, reader?" After the prank he planted in an IHA goes off, turning around to find you're not here

Puts two and two together and runs off to where you were before and pulls you up

Lazy apology, I think, I mean I think jax is the type of person to struggle with apologizing but thats just me

KINGER:

Genuinely forgets because I mean... kinger has multiple instances of forgetting/not noticing gangle is right next to him in the pilot.. so do I really need to explain that kinger simply forgets? Obviously hes not doing it to be mean, assuming kinger truly is losing his marbles

I think it would require someone else outwardly asking where you are before he suddenly swivels in every direction trying to find you

Similar to pomni he runs around trying to find you before finding you by chance

Rather than immediately apologizing and helping you he runs over to you and expresses that he was scared SKMETHING had happened to you and how relieved he is to find that ultimately, you're okay

Then the streams of apologies start

Though I think this is a rare occurrence, because hes always trying to keep you in his line of sight; to align it with my other kinger hcs.. hmm.. perhaps this could happen in one of his worse days

ZOOBLE:

Zooble likely skips IHAs, so it would admittedly take them a while to find you. I mean if they're not at the IHA then they cant notice you're missing. I think they would find you when they decide to leave their room to wander the grounds, far from the chaos and

Oh!

You're kinda just, there. It looks like you had fallen over, your crutches far out of reach; perhaps you had tried to leave yourself after being stranded for a while

Zooble feels.. bad.. but they're flat in terms of expressing their emotions outside of annoyance and fear/surprise, so it kind of comes off as a

"Oh shit man my bad" reaction as they quickly try to get you your crutches and help you up

Takes you to their room after the fact, apologizing for bolting off so fast after breakfast

GANGLE:

Doesnt take long for her to realize you're not here, too, shes probably behind jax in regards of how fast shes going to retrieve you. Letting out these short squeaked apologies while helping you up; probably struggles doing so because shes made of ribbon and likely isnt that sturdy (I'm sorry that was mean)

Honestly you two probably skip out in the remainder of the IHA, gangle feels too horrible to go out and continue it snd you're tired, you know?

Two mirmir

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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chrisbitchtree · 29 days

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Eggs

A tiny little something in honour of Billy's birthday!

800 words - G

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“Funny how Easter’s on my birthday this year,” Billy said, bypassing a greeting completely as he grabbed a post-run glass of water from the fridge. “Fucking weird how it moves around every year. I can never keep track of it, and now it’s so early, it’s throwing me off. I know we’re going back to Hawkins to Hop and Joyce’s house for Easter lunch on Sunday, but maybe we can do something afterwards, or the next weekend, if we’re not too busy?”

Steve nodded and turned away, trying to hide the grin taking over his face. Sure, they were busy trying to get the record store they were opening off the ground, but it was crazy to Steve that even after a decade together, Billy didn’t know well enough that Steve had already been planning something for his birthday for months.

In fact, given that it was his 29th, his champagne birthday, Steve was planning something extra special, a huge party with all of Billy’s favourite people, Hop and Joyce, all the kids, Robin, and some of their other friends from the city, all of them congregating at Joyce’s for a big turkey dinner in honour of Billy.

“How were you at Easter egg hunts when you were a kid?” Steve asked Billy, trying to steer the topic of conversation away from birthdays.

Billy shrugged. “Can’t really say. Neil told my mom to stop setting them up for me when I was about five. Said I was too old for that shit. Too bad, I love those little eggs. Just never felt the same to eat them after without earning them on a hunt.”

A tiny piece of Steve’s heart broke at the words. He knew it was part of Billy’s healing process to be really matter of fact about Neil’s cruelty, that it wouldn’t help at all for Steve to make a big deal out of it in the moment, to try to comfort him or tell him everything was all right now. So, he did as was requested and just told Billy that that sucked, kissed him on the top of his sweaty head and they moved on with their day.

Or so Billy thought. As soon as Billy was in the shower, safely out of earshot as he blasted metal so loud Steve was sure the neighbours would complain again, he placed a call.

“Hi Steve,” Joyce said, when he informed her of who was calling. “It’s very nice to hear from you, but you don’t typically call the store. Is everything ok?”

“Of course,” Steve replied. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m just hoping that you can do me a favour. Does Melvad’s have any chocolate eggs left?”

“Sure,” she answered, sounding confused. “We have about thirty or so bags left.”

“Great!” Steve smiled. “Can you buy them all? I’ll pay you back as soon as we get there on Sunday.” He went on to explain his plan, a giant easter egg hunt, stretching all over Joyce and Hop’s new farmhouse property. Forget the party, Billy was going to lose his mind over this.

Joyce promised that she’d buy the eggs and enlist the kids to hide them all over the yard. Steve thanked her, then settled in to wait until Sunday.

***

Easter Sunday came, and as Steve had guessed, Billy hadn’t been at all expecting a party, and thanked Steve and Joyce a million times over for getting everyone together for him. They had a great time, feasting on ham and turkey, mashed potatoes and stuffing, hot cross buns and three kinds of pie, along with a huge birthday cake for Billy, and they all toasted him with champagne as they sang happy birthday.

Then finally, it came time for Billy to open his presents. Steve could no longer hide his grin as Billy tore into his gift from Steve, two tickets to see Metallica, cradled inside an easter basket. “Uhhhhh, thanks, babe? I think?”

Steve laughed, explaining Billy’s task to him and the crowd gathered around them. “It just seemed fitting that since your birthday is on Easter this year, that we do something extra special. Besides, you’re never too old for an Easter egg hunt, right?”

Billy smiled at him, giving him such a fond look that Steve had to take a moment just to look at him, capturing that moment in his memory forever.

They all spent the afternoon helping Billy on his hunt, laughing and smiling, posing for Jonathan’s camera, as they filled his Easter basket almost three times over.

They ended the day curled up together in bed, surrounded by little balls of tinfoil Easter egg wrapper, groaning as their belly aches started to set in. Even as he reached for the Gravol, Steve knew that this would quickly become a cherished memory.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove fic #chrisbitchtree writes #my fic #happy birthday Billy!!!

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psychoc1ty · 8 months

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✧.* - “he couldn’t make you feel like this.”

summary: johnny sees you w another guy and well, he gets pissed.

warnings: drinking, smut, possessive!johnny, oral (reader receiving), very sub!reader, degrading, aftercare at the end

a/n: had this in my head for a while now, why not write about it? also if this is short as well my apologies. i need to write a bit more i have a shit load of smuts in my notes

wc: 1091 words

johnny was always protective of you. it was in the middle, to where it wasn’t much, and where it was. yes he lets you have friends, he lets you hang out with other guys, but a certain thing about that. he only lets you do it if it’s someone he knows.

you two went to a bar, and johnny went off somewhere with his friends. you didn’t know what was going on, you could have one more drink and you’re out.

“heyyyyy…. could i uhhh have this?” you said in a drunk tone. the bartender looked at you, he was blonde, curly haired, “here, lady. let me help ya.” little did you know, johnny and his friends were sitting on couches right behind you. he heard every little thing, and you thought he was drunk with his friends.

you started to calm yourself, as the guy started to talk to you, “so what’s your name, pretty girl?”

you were getting ready to speak, as johnny heard and got furious. he walked over to him, “what the fuck did you just call her??” you got scared when you heard him, because you didn’t see him, “johnny! oh my god…”

he rested his hands on your shoulders, “come with me.” johnny grabbed your arm and led you to the bathroom. he shut and locked the door, “so what the hell was that about?!” you looked away, knowing that he was staring at you, anticipating an answer.

“i promise, it wasn’t anything serious.” he slammed you against the sink, turning your chin, “pfft, yeah right. why the fuck did he call you ‘pretty girl’ then??” you looked at him with soft doe eyes, agape mouth. you shrugged, but you knew if you didn’t tell him answers to certain things, he’d get pissed.

“i swear to god. do you not know what he could have done? he could’ve fucked you in here and i wouldn’t have known.” you sighed and let your head go back, “johnny. it isn’t a huge deal.”

he scoffed, “to me it is!” his voice was high and everything. you rolled your eyes, “i’m going back out there-“ johnny cut you off before you could leave. he forcefully took a hold of your wrist, and pulled you back to him, “not so fast now, babe.”

you whined, “johnnyyy.” you knew he wasn’t letting you out anytime soon because he doesn’t want you seeing that guy again.

johnny started to kiss you, and of course you responded to it. it was just one kiss to a heated makeout in just a matter of seconds. his tongue started to intertwine with yours. moans started to leave your mouth, but you considered them as mistakes.

his mouth left yours, and it then went down to your neck. johnny kissed it not too soft but not too hard at first, but then it was rough. it got to where he started to leave love bites on you. he really wanted to show who you belonged to.

johnny stopped with his love bites after a while, then he flipped you around to where you were looking in the mirror, “baby? what are you doing?” johnny gave you no warning, and pulled up your dress, then vigorously yanked down your panties.

he undid his belt, and pulled down his pants, followed by his boxers. his hardened cock sprung free, he bent you over, and put it inside you. you let out a gasp, because you didn’t expect this coming.

johnny had both his hands on your waist. he started to thrust his hips lightly into you, as you tried to not make noise already. he chuckled, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing? let out those sexy noises. i wanna hear you. let that guy hear ya too.” your lips were put together still, trying to challenge yourself.

he started to get pissed, “alright then.” he slammed himself into you hard, which let you elicit a loud moan that the none of you were expecting.

“oh, johnny!”

he smirked, “oh yeah? what’s my name, sugar? i couldn’t hear you.” you let out your needy moans and breaths, which of course, included his name.

“johnny! your name is johnny!”

“yeahh. you think that other bitch could make you feel like this, huh?” you shook your head no. johnny needed a response, “words, baby. i need words.” you tried to speak, “n-no.”

he bit his lip, “mhmm. good girl. jus’ look in the mirror, and see how pretty you look when you’re getting fucked by me.” you obeyed him and looked in the mirror. your back was arched, your hands laid on the sink, and you already looked fucked.

the more johnny slammed into you, the more you started to reach your orgasm. he asked if you were close, but you couldn’t answer. you were seeing stars. he asked again, “are you close, babydoll?” you nodded yes, “yeah, yeah!”

he moaned, “yeah? you gonna cum all over my dick? do it then. i wanna feel more of you.” he kept railing you til you reached the wave, your orgasm hit you hard. you came all over his dick, just like he asked you to. johnny then reached his orgasm and came into you, “fuck, sugar..”

you both were out of breath. johnny took himself out of you. you pulled up your panties from them being on your ankles and he pulled up his pants, and did his belt.

“can i ask why you did that..?” you said breathlessly. johnny sighed, “i wanted to teach you a lesson. listen, i love you and all, but i don’t wanna see you with a dumb bitch like that. trying to ask you what your name is and calling you pretty?? hell no.”

you smiled, “okay. it won’t happen again. i promise.” johnny smiled back at you, “it better not. if so, i’ll just have to fuck you again but right in front of him so he knows who you belong to.”

you laughed, “i love you too much.”

he chuckled, “i love you too, dollface. now we should probably get out of here, don’t ya think?” you nodded yes, and immediately got out. before you two left, johnny said something to the guy.

“i wanna let you know that, that girl you called pretty, that’s MINE. don’t you fuck with her again, alright? if so, i’ll fuck her right in front of you.”

you and johnny then left. next time you two went to the bar, he wasn’t seen again.

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville smut #this is so shitty but i do not care

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dreaming-of-lu · 1 year

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I just found out the my voice irl sounds exactly the same as it does in recordings and that hit me really hard because singing is a huge part of my life. but i sound like a four year old who just lost their front teeth on recordings. Not to mention i have a tendency to slur my s’s. I saw you are open for emergency requests and it is totally ok with me if you say no but if you were to do the chain with a reader who is insecure abt their voice? Romantic if possible. Again, don’t feel pressured to do it, just if you can. I could really use the comfort

I understand that feeling too. The embarrassment over sounding like a kid, the stumbling and slurring of certain words. If anyone makes fun of you for it, I'll fight em 😤 hope you don't mind hcs.

First

Understands your insecurity, never once ever questioning it

He never forces you to speak on days you don't feel like talking, just offering silence if you want it, and cuddling underneath his scarf.

Speaks for you when you sign/write something for him to say.

He fondly listens to the days you do speak, never pointing out the stumbling and slurring. He doesn't care, he loves listening to your voice.

If you end up laughing off the stumble, he'll chuckle alongside you at the sound of your sweet laughter.

Sky

Sweet sky child never judges.

Will have a supporting hand on your back or holding your hand when you speak, giving you silent support.

Will give someone that gave you a hard time a stern talk with a disappointed look on his face. It's like being lectured by your parents but way worse, it's the quiet kid who's ripping another hole into you.

Gives free cuddles on the days you do not feel great, just has you underneath his sailcloth, humming softly while rubbing his hand across your back.

Helping you slow down when you stumble or slur; he's patient and has that sleepy loving smile that warms you all the way down.

Four

Though there are times when he wants to hear your voice since the quiet does nerve him. He doesn't force you to, he'll fill the silence instead with his rambling or on the days when he'll just swing your entwined hands together without a word.

The days you do speak or sing, he cherishes them.

He gets a bit downtrodden when your voice disappears after a customer comes in and silently wishes in his head for them to hurry up.

Has def laughed under his breath a bit when you told off a customer but draws the line when they dare mock you. Def has thrown that mallet without a thought. (That was Blue's doing)

You're his s/o, he's not going to tolerate such buffoonery. They can make fun of him all they want but they're not going to make fun of you.

Time

Will shut down anyone that dares to comment on your slurring or stumbling with a glare.

Is very patient too. He never makes you feel like an inconvenience.

Knows sign language and is willing to help you learn it if you wish, just to have communication during the days you don't want to speak.

Hums with you whenever you sing a lil tune underneath your breath, melting like butter whenever you do.

He presses lil' kisses against your neck when laying down for the night, humming into your skin with a big goofy grin, listening to you giggle at the tickling sensations.

Legend

Probably had busted someone's nose before when they dare to make fun of your stumbling.

"You're going to have stupid people unfortunately thinking it's okay to be an ass and make you feel like shit. It's alright to stumble every once in a while, even I tend to slur over my words a bit. You'll get through it."

Your sarcastic cheerleader. Right here!

He doesn't care if you have an outstanding voice or not, let him hear those cute giggles and that sweet voice.

He'll let you whisper into his ear or sing softly to him during downtime. No, this is HIS downtime and his s/o, go find your own, he's not sharing.

Twilight

I bet he even has times where he'll stumble to sound "normal" to fit in with the crowd. His country accent comes in strong no matter what he does. Just learned to give up and accept this losing battle.

He knows what it feels like to be insecure over the sound of your voice, some people do tend to comment on his. Though you have your own struggles and so does he.

Even in Wolfie's form when others made fun of his attempt to sing, he didn't care and always howled with you when you sing. Loving the bright smile that sat on your lips.

"It's alright when you stumble darlin'."

Patient for days thanks to herding goats even when you fess up, he places a silent hand on your back or on your hand to calm the nerves down.

Hyrule

Baby bean even stumbles over his words A LOT.

He lets you go at your own pace when you do speak, offering comfort if the day feels like shit and you want a hug with kisses.

He'll say "You may not like it right now or later on but you'll come around to it, and you'll learn to understand that not everybody is going to be the same or perfect. We're all different, no matter what others say."

When you slur your words, he's not going to interrupt you mid-sentence, no, cause that's rude and he's been raised right by his mother.

Swings you around in a lil dance as you both hum, tripping over your own feet while laughing joyfully with him.

Warriors

Protective? Protective.

Offers you to cuddle with him under his scarf too.

Another one who signs with you

Hearing your voice makes his heart pound, his ears flap wildly, his hands sweaty, and it makes him feel like a teenage boy all over again to ask for your hand in courtship.

Loves the little confused look on your face when you end up stumbling and laughing it off. He knows it'll take a while for you to grow used to it and that's okay.

Wild

There are days when Wild doesn't wanna talk either. His throat gets raw, and his voice tends to croak after talking for too long because of the scar on his neck.

He even gets insecure when he has to talk and people stare at him like he's some sort of weird two-headed frog abomination.

You both sign to each other when those days are rough, you let the others do the talking for you or rather hand over the list to the person behind the stall in hopes they'll understand. (They do)

Learned to ignore those who have an issue with it since it's obvious they're ignorant and think the world revolves around only them.

Brews soothing tea for both your throats due to not using them often. Gives you that infamous goofy grin when you thank him.

#.bea's writing #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #lu first x reader #lu sky x reader #lu twilight x reader #lu time x reader #lu wild x reader #lu warriors x reader #lu four x reader #lu legend x reader #lu hyrule x reader #emergency request

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unclewaynemunson · 8 months

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@yournowheregirl Alice, this one's for you! We miss you a lot but we still love you and you'll always be part of the angstflayer in our hearts <3

Robin was lying right next to Nancy in her bed, both of them in their pajamas, full sleepover style. She was struck by how nice it was to be able to share this together: Robin never really had friends close enough to do sleepovers with, and Nancy... Well, the pictures on the wall behind them, of long gone happy memories with a dead girl, told Robin enough.

Her mind wandered back to the months between the summer holidays and last spring break, when the two of them had been strangers even though they were one of the few people who shared the knowledge of this one huge thing. There had been some mildly awkward nods in the Hawkins High hallways, some stolen glances before one of them quickly looked away again, but nothing more than that basic recognition of each other's existence. Never in a million years would Robin have thought that she and Nancy “She's such a priss” Wheeler would become friends. And now, almost a year after they had met for the first time, the two of them had basically become inseparable.

She couldn't help but start laughing at the thought of what her younger self would have said upon hearing that she would become best friends with Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler and Eddie Munson, of all people.

“What are you thinking about?” Nancy asked, a vaguely amused smile playing around her lips and a playful nudge of her shoulder against Robin's.

“I can't believe we wasted so many months avoiding each other,” Robin told her. “After what happened last summer... We never even felt the urge to talk about it, to seek each other out. It would've been nice, actually, to talk about it all with someone who wasn't Steve or a child. But we just... Fought a bunch of monsters together and went on with our lives. Isn't that crazy?”

When she didn't get any answer, Robin let her gaze wander from the ceiling back to Nancy; strangely enough, she was blushing fervently.

“What?” Robin asked.

“This is gonna sound totally embarrassing,” Nancy said in a soft voice.

Robin turned around until she was lying on her side. She folded her hands underneath her cheek and looked at Nancy expectantly.

“Try me.”

“I was –” she took a breath, “Intimidated by you.”

Robin couldn't help it: she burst out into loud laughter and had to shut herself up by slamming a hand in front of her mouth.

“You, Nancy Wheeler, utterly badass sharpshooter who had zero hesitation to stand in front of a murder car driven by a literal demon, were intimidated by me?!”

Nancy rolled her eyes, but the blush still hadn't faded from her cheeks.

“I wasn't intimidated in that way,” she explained. “It was more about...” She sighed. “About your whole... Look. The eyeliner and the chains and um... The uniform.”

Another laugh, this one even more maniacal, escaped from Robin's mouth.

“You were intimidated by my Scoops Ahoy uniform?!”

Nancy laughed too, now, burying her face into her pillow, overcome by her own embarrassment in the cutest possible way.

“Okay, maybe intimidated wasn't quite the right word here. But it was – it was a look, okay?” It sounded almost defensive. “You looked very hot.”

And those last words were almost whispered, but holy shit, they were still loud enough for Robin to hear.

“Nance,” she said, even more hoarse than usual because her mouth had suddenly gone all dry. She shuffled upwards, leaning on one elbow on the mattress. “You were – are you saying you were attracted to me?”

Nancy lifted her head from the pillow but kept hiding her face behind her hands; she mumbled something unintelligible that seemed to feature words like “knee socks” and “stripes.” When she finally lowered her hands, she looked more bashful than Robin had ever seen her before.

Robin couldn't stop a beaming bright grin from taking over her whole face.

“Well, good thing that I was never more attracted to anyone than when you were standing with your gun in front of that car.”

Nancy's eyebrows shot upwards and a look of complete disbelief crossed her face.

“Jesus,” she breathed out. “I can't believe we wasted all those months. That's...”

“Ridiculously stupid,” Robin finished her sentence. Her heart was beating in her throat, but she didn't want to hold back anymore – not now that she knew what she knew.

“To think we could've done this...” She leaned forward and cautiously pressed her lips against Nancy's, “all along.”

Nancy's lips were exactly as soft as Robin had imagined them to be, carrying the taste of toothpaste and a hint of something sweet she couldn't quite place; maybe just Nancy herself.

Robin swallowed thickly, caught in Nancy's wide-eyed gaze for a few long seconds.

Then, Nancy leapt forward with a sudden enthusiasm, purposefully finding her way back to Robin's lips all while crawling into her lap. Her hands came up to cup Robin's face and one of Robin's hands wrapped itself around Nancy's waist, while the other found its way up to tangle into Nancy's curls. With the taste of Nancy on her tongue, the warmth of her body in her lap and a knee between her thighs, she forgot all about the months they had wasted: right now, this was the only moment that was real.

#some cute silly ronance for you my love #i hope you'll like it <3

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