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Oh, Honey, Honey - Christopher Robin X GN Reader
Title: Oh, Honey, Honey
Christopher Robin X GN Reader
Additional Characters: Madeline, Evelyn (Mentioned), Christopher's mother, Christopher's father (Mentioned), Reader's mother and father (Mentioned), Reader's grandparents (Mentioned), Pooh, Tigger, Piglet, Owl, Roo, Rabbit, Eeyore, and Kanga (Mentioned)
Requested by @micheleamidalajedi!
WC: 4,594
Warnings: Definitely bittersweet, nicknames, childhood friends to lovers, anxiety, nervousness, embarrassment, sad, crying, feelings, goodbyes and hellos, boarding school mentioned, cheating mentioned, death mentioned, divorce mentioned, I haven't seen the movie, tearful reunions, spiders mentioned, long-awaited confession, slight angst, and fluff
The sun shone brightly down upon you and your friends, your feet pounding on the soft ground as you ran across the fresh green grass. Laughter echoed through the air, as you ran and hid behind a large tree. Your chest heaving, you covered your mouth with your hands, trying to silence your harsh breathing and giggles. Trying to listen, you heard footsteps near you, shutting your eyes, you tried to become invisible.
"Rawr!"
You shrieked, jumping back from the noise, opening your eyes to see your best friend Christopher. His arms were up slightly, fingers outreached for you like a scrunched zombie or Frankenstein. You burst out into laughter, Christopher joining you as Pooh, Tigger, Eeyore, Rabbit, and Piglet walked over. Owl swooped in, landing on a branch above you.
"That was fun! Let's play again." You clapped your hands, "This time Pooh can find us! He hasn't had his turn left."
Christopher looked up at the sky, squinting his eyes, "We might have to go home soon, Y/N/N. It's almost supper time." He spoke up, making you frown.
"Ooh, yes. You don't want to miss supper." Pooh spoke as Tigger nodded along.
"Yes, it's quite late." Piglet agreed. "You don't want to get in trouble if you're late."
"Especially you, young Y/N," Owl mentioned, making you pout. "You know how worried your mother will be."
Crossing your arms, you let out a dramatic sigh, "Fine, but I'm coming back tomorrow." You insisted.
Christopher grabbed your hand, giving you a small smile, "And, I'll come with you. That's what friends do."
You squeezed his hand, "Best friends, Chris." You jokingly corrected before you said goodbye to you and Christopher said goodbye to your plush friends and headed home.
Hand in hand, you and Christopher walked down the sidewalk, passing small homes with iron fences. The street was quiet, a few cars passed by. A cold wind blew past you as a bird flew overhead; free and wild. Stopping, you turned and looked at Christopher, who stopped walking when he felt the pull on his hand. Looking back, Christopher frowned, seeing you staring at the sky above you. Walking back over to you, Christopher raised a hand and pressed his finger gently into your cheek, gaining your attention.
"We'll play tomorrow." Christopher tried to assure you but failed in receiving a smile from you.
"I wish we never had to leave." You muttered, before looking down at your hand in Christopher's. Even though he was one year older than you, his hand still was slightly bigger than yours. You held on tighter. "Promise me that you'll never leave me?" You whispered, eyes pleading with him.
Christopher smiled, nodding his head. "Of course, Y/N. I promise." His voice was soft and soothing, making your heart skip several beats. You smiled, happy with his response. walking the rest of the way, Christopher opened your gate for you, shutting it behind you. You placed your hands on the fence, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek, earning a blush on both your cheeks.
"See you tomorrow, Chris."
Christopher nodded rapidly, his hand coming up to the cheek you kissed and rubbing it softly, "Yeah, see you tomorrow."
"Christopher!" You both turned to the voice, seeing his mother at the door a few houses down. She turned, seeing her son with you at your fence, "Christopher, honey, time for supper." She called to him, making him nod and call back.
"Yes, I'm coming!" He turned to you, giving you one last smile before he ran off to his mom.
You watched him go, a dreamy smile on your face. Yes, you were going to marry that boy.
~~~
A couple of weeks later, you sat on a log, overlooking a small field. Christopher was late to play, being over an hour late. You were beginning to think that something was wrong, until you spotted a figure running up the hill. Christopher tried to catch his breath, resting his hands on his knees as he did so. You looked at him confused, wanting to know why he was late, and why he was out of breath. Before you could even say a word though, Christopher raised his head, and you froze. He had tears in his eyes, fresh ones. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were pink as his eyes shined. Now, all you wanted to know was why he was crying. Who did this to him?
"Why are you crying?" You asked, as Christopher took a seat next to you on the log.
Christopher sniffled, running his shirt sleeve under his nose, "I have to go to boarding school."
Your eyes widened, "What!? Why!?" You exclaimed as Christopher shook his head frantically before looking up at you.
"I don't know! And I don't want to go!" He cried, the tears finally running down his cheeks, "I made a promise to you, that I wouldn't leave you! And I don't want to leave Pooh and Tigger, and Piglet, and Eeyore-" He let out a sob, "And I don't want to leave you!"
You quickly wrapped your arms around him, feeling his tears already staining your shirt, "Oh, Christopher." You pulled away, holding your hand up to brush some of his hair out of his eyes. You smiled softly, cupping his face with your palm, "Don't cry, okay? We'll figure something out." You offered.
His eyes were red and puffy. But after looking at you for a moment, he let out a small sad sigh and a nod. "Alright. You're right. We can figure something out."
"That's the spirit." You praised him, wiping a stray tear from his cheek, "When do you have to leave?" You asked as he bit his lip.
"In a couple of days."
You let out a shaky sigh, nodding. "Well, we'll have to make the most of it. We should go see Pooh and the others. Maybe we can throw a party." You tried to make him feel better, your hand tightly clasped in his.
Christopher nodded, "Yeah, that sounds nice."
The party was sweet. Food and small presents were given for Christopher's journey. It was almost bittersweet, but you still managed to keep the party going. Pooh, Eeyore, Tigger, and Piglet were there. Even Rabbit and Mr. Owl. Even Kanga and Roo. Christopher gave everyone a small smile as he thanked everyone for the food and gifts. For the next hour, you, Christopher, and your plush friends sang songs and told stories. But, as the sun began to set, it was time for both you and Christopher to leave.
"Bye, guys." He said, hugging Pooh and Tigger close to him, "Be good while I'm gone."
Pooh hugged him back tightly, while Tigger whined, "Come back soon, Christopher." He pleaded, causing you to laugh softly.
"He'll come to visit, I know he will." You reassured them as they all came over to give the young boy a hug.
Walking back home, both you and Christopher walked slower than usual. Hand in his, you kept your eyes on the slightly cracked concrete of the sidewalk, your beat-up shoes hitting it harshly. You didn't want the day to end. You knew, somewhere deep within your heart, that Christopher would come back... But you didn't know when.
"Do you think you'll miss me?" You sighed heavily, kicking at a stone.
Christopher's eyes widened, "Of course, I will!" He replied quickly.
"Really?" Your eyes widened, turning to look at him. "You will?"
"Yes! I really, really will miss you." He admitted, "And I will come back. I will come back and marry you." He said matter-a-factly, grinning.
Your eyes went wide, "Marry me?"
"Yes." He nodded eagerly, "Would you marry me, Y/N/N?"
You giggled, nodding, "Of course, Chris. I'd love to marry you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
~~~
- 36 Years Later -
~~~
You thanked the taxi as it pulled to a stop, paying the driver a bit extra for the trouble. He gave you a nod before driving off. Staring at the homes side by side, you let out a happy sigh. You were home. you felt so many wonderful memories wash over you like the sea upon returning to your family's home. You remembered running down the sidewalk with Christopher, rushing to play, wild and free. Those memories were blurry, yet you could remember almost every single detail. You still remembered all the laughter, you could still hear them ringing inside of your mind. Yet, with those memories, you frowned. It had been a long time since you had been to your old home. You had moved away with your grandparents to Hammersmith when you turned fifteen. Leaving your mother and father in Merrick Square.
And with your parents, your memories with Christopher. After he left for boarding school, you spent most of your life alone. You only visited your parents during holidays and weekends. You missed your best friend, dearly. And only wished things were different. But, you had a good life. Already almost halfway through life, you have gone through a lot. After schooling, you became an English teacher, met a nice young man, and fell in love. After two years together, he proposed, but after you caught him having an affair with his secretary, you called off the wedding. You had remembered, from your childhood, that you and Christopher promised to marry each other one day, but you knew as you got older that wasn't true. As you grew older, you realized that you had to let all those childish fantasies go. And you, reluctantly, did so.
Hearing a gate squeak close, your eyes widened. You knew that sound. Christopher's family home's gate always squeaked, and they never fixed it. Turning your head, you felt as if your heart would beat out of your chest. There, wearing a gray suit, black tie, gray matching coat, and grayish-blue hat... Was Christopher Robin. You hadn't seen him in so long. Thirty-six years long. He grew out of his babyface, hair trimmed short, crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. Not to mention, he grew up to be such a handsome man. You couldn't help but stare at his form. And then, he turned, and you watched with bated breath as his forehead creased, eyebrows narrowing as he stared at you.
Did he not recognize you?
Soon you watched the recognition hit his eyes, and his jaw dropped slightly before he made his way over to you briskly. Setting his briefcase on the ground, he looked down at you with surprise, awe, and curiosity... You watched as he cleared his throat, licking his lips before speaking,
"Y/N?" He asked, voice deeper than you remembered, but that was time for you.
At the sound of your name, you smiled, "Chris." You greeted him, clasping your hands together in front of you.
Christopher couldn't stop the smile from tugging at his lips, "Hello there," He let out breathily, "I can't believe it's really you."
You nodded, "Same here. When did you get back?" You asked, and Christopher glanced at the ground briefly before looking back up at you.
"A couple of-" He paused, checking his watch, he looked back to you, "Here, let's go sit at the park. We can talk properly there." He offered and you nodded, grabbing your bag as he grabbed his briefcase. The walk was short, but it was nice; peaceful. Sitting down together on a bench, you turned slightly in your seat, meeting Christopher's eyes. Smiling softly, you clasped your hands in your lap.
"So, when did you get back, Chris?" You asked, continuing your conversation as he nodded.
"A couple of years ago." He rubbed the back of his neck, "After boarding school, my father passed."
Your heart sank, and you frowned deeply. "Oh, Chris... I'm so sorry..." You spoke up, only for Christopher to shake his head with a small smile.
"No, it's alright. Uh, well, anyway, I… I joined the war. After that, I got a job as an efficiency expert at Winslow Luggages."
You nodded, listening, "Well, you've been through it all. All I did was move to Hammersmith and get a job as an English teacher." You tried to joke but found it slightly awkward.
But it seemed Christopher didn't find it so and smiled, laughing lightly, "Out of all the professions, I never thought you'd become an English teacher."
You giggled, shoulders shaking, "Me neither! But I loved reading so I guess that led to it." With that, your conversation went still, the two of you just enjoying each other's presence, but you felt the urge to say something, feeling a bit anxious. "So... Is there a Mrs. Robin?" You mentally cringed. That sounded terrible. You hated how awkward you sounded. You wanted to be brave, but you didn't know where to begin.
Christopher chuckled awkwardly, shaking his head, "No, actually... I mean... I used to, but we divorced."
"Oh... I'm sorry-" Christopher shook his head.
"No, it's fine. We just weren't meant for each other." He interrupted you, and you bit your lip.
"May I... Ask why?" You asked slowly, softly. Watching as he shifted in his seat, Christopher glanced around the park.
"Well," He began, clearing his throat, "You won't believe this." He laughed, feeling a bit awkward and nervous.
You tilted your head to the side, "Won't believe what?" You asked, now generally curious.
"You're going to laugh at me... Or call me crazy." He tried to tell you, but you furrowed your eyebrows, even more confused.
You hesitantly reached out, placing your hand on Christopher's arm, "I won't laugh, Christopher." You emphasized on his full name in hoping he'd know that you were serious.
"Alright," He let out a sigh, "A while ago, I ran into Pooh."
Okay, now you were confused. You hadn’t heard that name in a long time. "Pooh? You ran into Pooh? Pooh was one of our imaginary friends from when we were kids." You exclaimed, surprised he was talking about Pooh again. "I'm confused."
"Well," He cleared his throat again, "I found Pooh, trying to find honey... In my kitchen," He continued, "Long story short, Tigger swapped my paperwork out of my briefcase before it got wet, and that somehow led to my daughter, Pooh, and the others trying to get my paperwork back to me. After all that happened, Evelyn thought it was best to go separate ways." He spoke all in one breath.
You pursed your lips, eyes narrowing slightly as you lean back on the bench, crossing your arms. Christopher watched you, sighing as he looked away, removing his hat to run a hand through his hair. "You don't believe me."
You quickly shook your head, "Oh, no, I just have some questions. How did Pooh get here?" You asked, crossing your legs.
"Through the tree." He pointed to the hole in the tree that you and him used to go through to get to Hundred Acer Wood.
"How did no one notice a talking bear around here?" You asked and Christopher shrugged.
"I'm still not exactly sure about that one. I think it's only kids and us since we're special or something."
You hummed, smirking, "Did Pooh tell you that?" And Christopher looked at you, scanning your face before he frowned lightly.
"Why do I feel like you're making fun of me?"
"I'm not," You spoke quickly, sitting back up, uncrossing your arms, "I am generally curious is all. And I know you, Christopher. You never lie. In fact, you're terrible at it." You laughed lightly, making him smile. "But, lastly, you have a daughter?" You asked, and Christopher nodded.
"Yes, her name is Madeline. I came to pick her up from Hundred Acer Wood actually." He spoke, and you leaned in, intrigued.
"She can go there too? Wait, can we go there, right now?" You asked, excitement clear in your voice.
He chuckled softly, "If you want to, yes. But, I will warn you... It's going to be a tight fit. It's not like what it used to be when we were children."
You nodded, "Yeah, I guessed that." You stood up, grabbing your bag. Looking down at Christopher, he looked up at you, "Well," You gave him a grin, "You coming or not?"
"How are you so calm about this?" He inquired suddenly. Your eyebrows raised, as you paused midstep, turning to Christopher as he grabbed his briefcase.
"Why wouldn't I?" You missed his smile when you turned around and stepped towards the old tree. Stepping back, you gestured to the hole in the tree, "Well, you go first. Get those cobwebs out of the way for me." You teased as Christopher just shook his head. "What? It's not like I went first when we were kids anyway. You know how much I hate spiders."
"Yes, I remember." He spoke softly before he got down on his hands and knees and crawled right through the hole.
You watched in awe as you got on your knees, tilting your head, you tried to look inside the dark hole. "Chris?" You called, hearing nothing, you shrugged. Grabbing your bag, you aimed in and slid it through. Letting out a breath, you placed your hands on the dead orange and brown leaves on the ground before crawling through the hole.
You felt an odd sensation go through you as you continued through, suddenly, you felt the warm sun on your face. Opening your eyes, they immediately widened. You pushed past the small wooden door, feeling the soft dirt under you, and you pushed yourself into standing. You were breathless as you looked around the familiar woods in awe. Staring up at the sky, you peered up at the balcony of trees and their leaves, the sun's rays shining down upon you. The world around you was almost enchanting. You took a deep breath and grinned as you closed your eyes, smiling widely. You felt your eyes water, overwhelmed with so many emotions. Feeling nothing less than euphoric. You missed this place. It was your home. It made you feel safe, calm; happy.
Opening your eyes, you found Christopher looking at you with a smile, He held his briefcase in one hand and your bag in the other. You let out a breathless laugh, seeing him before you, in Hundred Acer Wood, made you feel as if you were kids again. And you missed that feeling. That feeling of being so carefree. Running through fields, playing hide-and-seek, and having lunch with Pooh and the others. Breath hitching, you swallowed, "Do you think they'll remember me?" You asked softly, fear engulfing you.
Christopher walked over, handing you your bag, "Of course, they will, Y/N/N." You smiled upon hearing your old nickname. "Pooh had asked me about you many times. Same for the others. They've missed you." He offered you his hand, and you glanced at it, looking back up at him, "And I've missed you."
Just like old times, you felt your cheeks warm and your heart skipped a beat, you couldn't stop your smile as you took his hand. Together, hand in hand, Christopher led you through the woods. You looked around in bliss as you walked over the old bridge you, Christopher, and Pooh stood on. Passing the lavender fields and the log. Passing the small houses of your plush friends.
Pooh was eating his sticky honey at the head of the table. Where you used to sit, a little girl sat, you presumed was Madeline. Beside her, was Kanga, Roo, Piglet, and Eeyore. On the other side was Owl, Tigger, and Rabbit at the other head of the table. You felt tears burn your eyes as you let out a watery sigh. Slowly letting go of your bag and Christopher's hand, you stepped forward, chest tight with emotion.
You swallowed thickly, your heart beating a mile a minute, "Pooh?" Your voice was soft, hesitant, as you spoke up.
It was like your life went into slow-motion as Pooh looked up from his food, the others at the table doing the same. As you stood there, you hoped that they remembered you. Yes, you were different. You were older, wore different clothes... But the anticipation was killing you.
"Y/N!" Roo exclaimed, hopping off his seat and making his way to you. With a bright smile, you got down on your knees and took your baby kangaroo in your arms. Immediately, Tigger, Piglet, Owl, Rabbit, and Eeyore came over. Tigger hopped right into you, almost knocking you over with his hug. Piglet wrapped his tiny arms around you as Eeyore just nudged his head into your side affectionately. Rabbit made his way over, the same with Owl. Rabbit placed a paw on your shoulder, as Owl tapped your head with his wing. You even felt Kanga, brushing your hair, like she used to do. You felt the tears slip down your face as you sob happily.
As your long-lost friends moved away, you noticed Pooh. His face was one of surprise as his mouth opened and closed. You stared fondly back at him, before opening your arms for the old Pooh-Bear. Slowly, Pooh waddled right into your arms, his short arms wrapping around you. You could feel his sticky honey paws stick to your jacket, but you didn't care because, once more, you were reminded of your childhood friend. Pooh nuzzled against your cheek, closing your eyes as you tightened the hug. "Oh, Pooh-Bear..." You sighed, slowly pulling away, "I missed you." You spoke softly before looking up to the others, "I've missed all of you."
"We've missed you, Y/N." Rabbit spoke up, Piglet nodding his head in agreement.
"Yes... Yes, we've missed you a lot."
"It was so lonely here without you," Eeyore muttered, and you hummed, reaching over to rub the top of his head.
"Well, London's definitely lonely without all of you." You remarked as Madeline looked up at her dad.
"Dad?" She spoke up, tugging his jacket sleeve, and gaining his attention. Christopher felt her little tug, shaking him out of his daze, he looked down at his daughter. "Who are they?" She then asked, after making sure he was listening.
Christopher turned to look back at you as you sat on the ground, legs crossed, talking with your old friends with a beautiful smile on your face. So beautiful, he thought. His heart thumped in his chest. He looked at Madeline and smiled, ruffling her hair before he answered, "That's my friend Y/N. They're very important to me." Madeline nodded, turning to look back at you.
"They're really pretty," Madeline commented, causing Christopher to chuckle.
"They are." He agreed, watching as you stood up, brushing the dirt off yourself.
"Dad?" Madeline then asked.
"Hmm?"
"May I stay a bit longer? We'd only begun eating." She asked, and Christopher nodded.
"Yes, you may. I think Y/N and I will stay too." Christopher spoke, before you walked over; the others had gone back to the table.
You bent down slightly, "You must be Madeline." You greeted, holding out your hand, which she gladly grasped. "It's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too. My dad thinks you're pretty." She blurted out, making Christopher sputter as he hid his face with his free hand, embarrassed by her words.
"Well," You chuckled gently, "That's very sweet of him." You glanced at Christopher, seeing as he was looking away where but you, making you smirk lightly.
"Christopher! Y/N! Come join us!" Tigger exclaimed, gaining your attention.
"Why not? I am famished!" You chuckled, taking a seat beside Tigger as Christopher sat beside you. Madeline skipped over and took her seat back beside Kanga. For the next hour, you sat with Christopher, his daughter, and your friends, reminiscing on old times when you and Christopher visited Hundred Acer Woods.
~~~
The sun slowly began to set as you and Christopher sat on the old log. It was bittersweet. The last time you were here, you were with Pooh, remembering a time when Christopher Robin was still with you. You couldn't really remember when you didn't come back. You remember feeling empty afterwards, and as the years went on, the depression faded but the emptiness stayed. Now, here, you were back with Christopher and you were whole again.
"I've missed this." You whispered, watching the sun set softly in the clouds.
"Me too." Christopher muttered, "It's been a while since we've both been here."
You hummed, before you let out a sad laugh, "I had always thought we'd stay here forever." You sighed gently. "Here with Pooh, Tigger, Piglet, Eeyore, and the others... Going on adventures every day… Never getting tired of what we do. Just living our lives and having fun." You said, looking at Christopher. A sad smile graced your lips, "But now, everything is strange."
He nodded in agreement, "Everything has changed so much." He agreed with a sad sort of chuckle. You looked at each other for a few moments.
Feeling your stomach begin to flutter, you glanced back at the setting sun. "Mm, some things have changed. Not everything though." You looked back to Christopher. "You're taller. That's for sure." You teased, making Christopher laugh. "And I thought I'd be the taller one." You continued to joke, joining his laughter with your own before it slowly died down. Sighing, you bit your lip, "But you haven't changed.., I don't think. You still have your caring personality, and still are passionate about the things you do, and you’re still the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” You blinked owlishly, looking anywhere except at Christopher as his face flushed a light pink color. You swallowed, gaining your courage, you continued, “And you’re still my best friend.”
"You're still my best friend too," Christopher spoke up with a small grin, making your heart swell. You let out a breath of relief as a blush rose on your cheeks. Before you knew what was happening, Christopher pulled you into his arms. Hugging you tightly, you felt your eyes tear up again as you hugged him back. Tears flowed freely as you gripped onto his jacket, letting yourself cry. You had missed him so much, so much it hurt.
Christopher held you close, nose dug into your hair as he let out a shaky sigh. He closed his eyes, relishing the moment. He missed being able to hold you. To see your smile. To hear your laugh. He felt his throat tighten as he let out another shuddering sigh. Pulling back, Christopher stared into your eyes. His hands around your waist slowly cupped your cheeks, thumbs gently rubbing over your cheeks as he gazed over your features.
"Hey Y/N?" He asked, voice slightly above a whisper as he hoped you couldn't hear his heart beating in his chest.
"Yeah?" You replied, looking into his eyes.
"Will you marry me?" He asked breathily, and your heart leaped in your chest.
You smiled adoringly up at him, placing your hands over his on your warm cheeks, your thumbs gently brushing the soft skin of his wrists. "Oh, Christopher Robin. You remembered." You laughed out lightly, "Of course." You agreed, watching as Christopher smiled. "But take me on a date first." You added jokingly, earning a chuckle from him.
"Alright," He grinned, "I'll take you on a date."
"You promise?" You questioned, and Christopher nodded, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.
"I promise."
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Hi! May I please request a fic of what being married to yandere!Christopher Robin (adult from Disney’s Christopher Robin) would be like?
Chance
Trigger Warning: yandere, obsession, kidnapping
Word Count: 2549
Character: christopher robin/reader
Summary: and here you are again with your husband visiting Sussex several times in recent months, and here you are again nervous when Christopher starts talking about the baby and again shudder at his touch. What was it worth to have a picnic?
The lemon-yellow sun burned all day, burning the white skin of Londoners. The sky was intense, of the purest blue, which no longer even seemed blue — the color seemed to dissolve, disappear. From the very morning there was an undisguised stuffiness in the air, something unnatural, far-fetched. Whether it was all just because of the absurdity of what was happening, from Christopher's proposal, or maybe just a contrived tortured and poor mind, you couldn't say. Not because didn't want to or didn't try, just didn't see the point, as well as in what was happening.
If someone had knocked on your door two years ago with a statement that you would share a bed with your neighbor, then you would have just looked at him kindly and twirled your finger at your temple. It all seemed just nonsense, an invention of a writer who decided to start his first novel with an extremely hackneyed topic. Everything was so insanely simple and everything had to go wrong that day; you cursed him with all your innocent essence, never having done this before. After all, always wondered: why get angry at a person if you can talk everything over with him, speak out?
For some reason, Christopher seemed like that to you.
You hardly listened to their conversations — what were they talking about again? it seems that there was something about children, toys, new friends - in your head endlessly flashed shots of your former life, which, even if it was filled with stupid and absurd things, but this life was yours and no one had the right to take it away from you. Talking animals, so similar to simple toys — and you will to iron Winnie or Tigger on the back, listen to the stories of an Owl about a second cousin, go into the Rabbit's house, so you think: are they real? — still disturbing your mind. For some reason, did not want to believe in their reality, which they proved by all means; they seemed to be a simple fiction, stories from childhood!
Christopher continued to smile fervently — as if everything was in order, and he was again a little boy listening to his father's fairy tales — over another remark of the Piglet: he was again dissatisfied with the ruined colorful flowers in the field where they were located. Spread a large red-and-white plaid blanket on the grass, from the lower part of the mountain, drank tea and just enjoyed the moment; at least, it might seem so at first glance, but you understood that something was wrong here.
Noticeably grinning, in order to show your enthusiasm for the dialogue, you washed down a small cookie with tea, not daring to touch the honey, no matter how Pooh persuaded you. He asked cute questions, and you couldn't help but laugh at them, he was very naive and so pure gentle. You shifted your gaze, wrapped in a sweater, to Christopher — you looked at his peaceful face, at the dimples appearing from a smile, at the happy blue eyes and slightly curling hair, the bangs falling slightly on the forehead and the red knitted vest made by your hands, worn over a white shirt. You'd lose a couple of pounds if you said he wasn't pretty.
There was something attractive about him, but he scared you. Not always, only sometimes: his watchful eye, his shrewd and restrained emotions, unshakable tone when he talks about the rules. You should feel hatred, anger, denial — they were your first guides when you fell for his kindness and openness — but now you rather felt some responsibility for him. It was impossible to describe in words. He so often aroused dislike in you in the first months that it would be more logical to treat him with hostility. However, this was not the case.
Christopher aroused in you a feeling of pity, misunderstanding — could love really corrupt a person to such an extent, to a compelling one? He wasn't strict, he wasn't quirky, he was soft, but he was intimidating. His cute, sometimes awkward movements used to cause you a feeling of delight, consolation, a way to forget about work, but now… Now you were just flinching, slightly pursing your lips.
"Y/N," Pooh continued to say your name by syllables, stretching it a little, and for the first time you sincerely smiled at him. In him — and in everything else in all the inhabitants of this forest — there was something attractive, native, from childhood! "Oh, how nice, you sure you don't want hunny?" you shook your head while the bear licked the yellow paw. "Okay… Y/N, Christopher Robin says that very soon we will get a new friend, what does he mean?" a pair of innocent black button eyes stared at you expectantly.
"Yes! Yes! A new friend!" without pronouncing a few letters, said Tigger, bouncing on a springy tail. "I can't wait for it! I need him, we'll jump together!"
You swallowed, hiding your hands and shrugging your shoulders. Knew. Knew what was going on, Christopher had been talking about it for the last few months after the end of March. Robin, clearly catching your hesitation, gently touched your shoulders and pressed him to himself. And here it is again: he treats you like a porcelain doll, like an untouchable thing — why does he change his character so much again? He muttered something weakly, whispered something unintelligible, kissing you on the top of your head. Gentle movements did not seem so innocent, they smacked of possessiveness, demonstrative, ostentatious affectionateness.
«They're not bad, they're good, you said in your head, remembering how for the first time you were mistaken for a Woozles and you had to fight off a fictional Heffalump, just Christopher…» And immediately felt a light laugh from the man, which made you shudder. Everything is fine, everything is fine, but the words seemed false, everything seemed false, even you yourself. Only for some reason Pooh, Piglet, Owl, Roo, Tigger, Eeyore, Rabbit, Kanga… they all seemed more real, more alive than you have in recent months.; those months when all you do is go to Sussex, and as soon as Christopher has enough time, he's always busy, isn't he?
Always busy and always tense, it was in his nature — he was worried in the morning when he left for work, kissing you on the cheek and suppressing the desire to bury his nose in his hair, worried and was strict afterwards when he came tired after a nine-hour working day. His face always softened when he saw you and he opened his arms for hugs — you used to like them, they were cozy, so homely! — and you had to hug him back, hiding a scared and disappointed face. You knew he couldn't hurt you, it wasn't in his nature, but still sometimes you were afraid of him.
"Oh, don't worry, Pooh, and you, Tigger, calm down your ardor," Christopher assured in a slightly parental patronizing tone, slightly frowning his eyebrows, but not suppressing a smile. Even more curious glances were directed at him. "Very soon. How should I put it, you know… I was once a child myself, but now our child will be your «new friend»," and here you turned cold, and your heart started pounding so loudly that it seemed as if everyone could hear it. But no one paid any attention to you, as it might have seemed at first, no, despite the fact that Pooh continued to say something, Christopher's piercing gaze was directed only at you.
But you were silent.
Really again?
***
The days flew by unnoticed in the turmoil, but not for you, despite the fact that you tried to occupy yourself with something — reading, cooking, TV, knitting, like now — you couldn't find a place for yourself, it was scary. Hands were constantly shaking, his voice was uncontrollable, and his head was constantly aching, even pills and Christopher's gentle smoothing did not save. Nightmares, sedatives, escape attempts — nothing and all in vain, everything seemed false, unreal, even this furious quarrel with your husband, who just returned from work.
"l-listen, please understand, I can't let you go, and if I do, will you come back to me? What will I do without you? All alone?" he stuttered a little, tugged at the cufflink, but looked straight into your eyes, holding you by the shoulder with his other hand. He never screamed. He never raised his voice, as if by nature he was a very calm person. It was difficult to anger Christopher, because he was used to holding everything in his hands.
"Oh, how you feel sorry for yourself! Christopher, what's wrong with you, I'm not… I don't recognize you," you muttered, continuing to hold in your hands the knitting needles and red threads that were supposed to make a vest. He brought his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, slightly opened his mouth and changed again in his gaze — he became so familiar — when you moved away from him a little. "Please, I'm just asking you to let go."
"Darling, I'm sorry, I can't. You won't understand me. Never. I know. I'm just-just trying to…"
"Christopher, please stop whining, what's wrong with you?! Let's talk, please!" you said, putting away your knitting; «Fool, fool, fool. Why did you yell, well, why, you shouldn't have!» thoughts slipped through your head and you blamed yourself for it. There has never been such a thing before, why now? You looked up at him, and he was standing with his mouth open, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. Heart immediately started pounding violently, and the pain in his temple intensified; you hurt him. He's not an angel, he deserved it, but you felt sorry for him.
For the first time in months, you were sorry. He was really hurt, he was offended to the core. And you thought: but he allowed you to turn on the TV, walk around the house, did not leave you in a dark room on the second floor, which he opened only when he came. You felt very ashamed, sad, your soul howled, and Christopher remained standing in place and twisting a small ring on his ring finger.
***
It was about thirty degrees in the shade, it was getting late in the afternoon, and the sultry air was frozen, motionless and silent; there was no wind. A long web hanging from one branch of a tree on the other, near a log on the top of a deserted mountain, hung tightly and did not move. Christopher took a lonely battered guitar that was constantly lying on the ground, tuned it and sang softly, in an impressive, charming voice: "…Two lovers they sat on a hill…", but immediately fell silent from the heat, wiped sweat from his forehead and looked up at the blue hot sky.
His tired head rested on your knees, covered with cotton pants, while you were thoughtfully and nervously fingering his hair — and all at his request. The two of you were left; the Owl flew off to the house set up by Robin on a tree, Roo, along with Tigger and Rabbit, rode far away, Piglet went to collect flowers, and Pooh went back to where he came from. You were looking at Christopher's face, you didn't care at all about the view and the beauty that opens from this place.
There was something simple about him, something beautiful, something refined-you were always drawn to beauty, to knowledge. Christopher even now looked tense, tired and tortured, but at the same time on his face, where small wrinkles were visible, there was also a sense of satisfaction, happiness and … a kind of longing, sadness. His hand, even in a dream, tightly squeezed your left, to which you always only covered your eyes. He did not hold her painfully, did not press on small wounds left after unsuccessful cooking, no, he held her securely.
As if he was afraid of losing you.
There was no hatred or disgust in you, there was only a misunderstanding that had grown deep in your heart; he was a man you trusted, and he did this to you… Your soul did not strive for him lovingly, you always treated him like a neighbor to a neighbor, like a sister to a brother, like a friend to a friend, why did he decide that he could control your fate and life? There was parental love burning in you, but even now you weren't ready to love him.
And it wouldn't have worked out for you.
Maybe it's just that you know him, you know a lot about him. After all, if you know a person well, then it brings you closer to him, even if you suppress the desire to send him to another planet. When… when what happened happened, when he invited you to that dinner and locked you up, you couldn't do anything to occupy the boredom and endless fear. As well as in the following days. Pretended to read, but couldn't concentrate. Tried to fall asleep, but couldn't, because he is the person who until recently was the closest living being to you! — he was lying next to him and hugged him.
Now he is sitting at the door, on the sofa, and you are reading in the armchair — you become like a husband and wife.
There was complete silence in the house when Christopher was away — as there is now — and no one in the world could imagine it. Even at night, during busy hours, the apartment is quieter than the street, quieter than in the dungeon. The house was constantly filled with silence. Dead. Not a sound. Because of this, you sometimes felt like you were dead. It's like you've been buried and this sobering silence only accompanies you and your journey to the rose and the river.
You often turned on the record player. Not for music, in order to understand — are you alive or dead? Simply hear sounds.
Therefore, even now, silence — apart from the singing of birds, the chirping of cicadas and the buzzing of bees — equated to torture. That's why you were sometimes glad to see Christopher again, just wanting to make sure of your existence and life, if you could call it that. Still often you are still often visited by a strange feeling. It seemed like you was deaf. And you need to say something, make some noise, in order to make sure that everything is in order.
Shuddering and shaking your head, you didn't even have any attempts to escape. And did make sense? What are you going to do? Where are you going? You don't give up, it's not in your nature, however… however, sometimes it's easier not to resist, go with the flow and maybe one day you'll get lucky. Strange. You were sitting in silence, facing each other, and not for the first time you had a feeling of some inexplicable closeness ‑ not love, not sympathy, no, — the connection of destinies. Like the last two survivors on the planet… Together. Against their own will, but — together. Together.
You'll never be able to love him. You'll never be able to accept him.
but can it be possible to understand his?
thank you for the request, i sincerely hope you enjoyed it! but, to be honest, i really doubt that it turned out to be written in the character of christopher and is this what you wanted? i really hope so.
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i have an issue with some of yall ewan mcgregor girlies who write fanfiction. like I'll watch the most jaw dropping, toe curling, back arching ewan mcgregor character in a movie and then move immediately to tumblr to find some fics of this delicious character and there's NOTHING.
like where are yall for Perry MacKendrick (Our Kind of Traitor)??? his hair? magnificent. his personality? jaw dropping. but there is absolutely nothing about him. i mean he is a fucking professor for gods sake.
and don't get me started on curt wild (velvet goldmine). there are only a couple of fics, which is better then nothing, but i am a slut for him. his entire being? panty dropper. his hair? ethereal. his personality? i would eat him up like its my last meal. like you guys are slacking on ewan mcgregors characters
every time i finish another movie i go to @kneamet to see if they have anything on ewans character from the movie i just watched, (it's sad ik)
this is shameful and i demand more fics of ewan mcgregors less popular characters
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Destructive solution
Steddie x virgin fem!reader
summary: after becoming roommates with your high school crush and finally getting out of your crazy strict parents house, you get a little too close to him and his best friend (your coworker) —but they’re straight, right?
warning: SMUT 18+ MDNI, female masturbation, mmf threesome, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, unprotected p in a sex, dom & sub dynamics, they’re all love sick for each other, controlling parents, one little suicide joke, reader has no game but she’s a pervy virgin, she’s also clueless about sexuality but does admit to having bi thots
A/N: This took way too long, I wrote a whole other story just to hate it and delete it all, Im happy I did because I like this plot way more. Please let me know what you think. I also did way too much “bisexual threesome porn” searches for “research purposes” cough cough for this lmao
It was your second week of working at family video. Instantly falling into a routine of stocking returned tapes back on the shelves and cleaning down surfaces and windows. It wasn’t your first choice of work but with your situation, you would take anything you could get. You’ve been saving up money since summer to finally move out of your parents house, they’ve treated you like a child for far too long and now that you’ve decided to take a gap year and not pursue college like they had hoped you would, they are even worst. If they’re not ramming information about different colleges and courses you should be taking down your throat, they’re criticizing your music taste, your friends and the clothes you wear. Nothing is ever good enough which is why you need this job, so you can find an apartment and break free from your parents metaphorical shackles they’ve placed on you since birth.
The one good thing about your job is your co-workers, Robin and Steve. You usually work with one or the other but the days you get to work with both are always hysterical. Robin is the best always willing to go the extra mile to be sure you know exactly what you’re doing, Steve is sweet and a little bit of a flirt but you know his reputation and well it’s probably just second nature to him at this point, you don’t overthink it since he tends to flirt with the customers too. But god is he gorgeous, you totally get lost in his eyes when he’s talking to you. Not having much experience with boys is the reason you are terrible at flirting back, the most experience you have is making out with Christopher Malone at church camp when you were 15, he might have also cupped your left boob but still, it’s not much to go off of and putting yourself out there to the male species seems a whole lot harder then just being alone.
It’s a lovely Monday morning when you show up to family video. You work one on one with Steve today which always gives you butterflies, even going as far as stuttering like a lame-o when he talks to you, he was always asking personal questions or for your opinions on things and it would always take you by surprise, thus the stuttering
Steve went to Hawkins high with you, both of you sharing a math class where you said all but five words to each other—but working closely side by side was so different. Using a lot of free time to have conversations, and by conversations you mean him talking while you twirl your finger in your hair as you stare into his eyes and at his lips, pretending like you’re paying attention.
“Hello, y/n” his hand waving in front of your face making you snap out of whatever daydream you were having
“Oh, sorry! I-I was thinking about-“ you stahl as you try to make up something on the spot
“About what?” He says as he lifts his eyebrows and puts his hands on his hips
“I was trying to remember if I turned my curling iron off” you spit out
“Mmm” is all he says as he nods his head, giving you a knowing look, almost like he could read your mind. God, you’re so thankful he can’t do that
“So what is it you were saying, sorry” you say as your cheeks turn pink with embarrassment
“I was saying my buddy Eddie is actually looking for a roommate, he just moved into an apartment and I guess his job cut some hours so he’s kinda desperate to find someone, and I remember you telling Robin you were trying to get out of your folks house, so I figured I’d let you know”
“Eddie as in Eddie Munson?” You say as your eyes widen
“Yup that’s him” Steve says as he rubs the back of his neck
“U-um yeah, okay, can I get his number from you?” Your cheeks now a dark crimson red
You had the biggest crush on Eddie Munson in high school, sure he was “the freak” or “the bad boy” but something about him always enticed you, you would look for him in the halls, cafeteria and assemblies. You locked eyes with him on more than one occasion and every time, you felt your heart practically stop, you even contemplated buying weed just for a chance to talk to him, but you chickened out at the last minute
You weren’t sure if living with your high school crush was a good idea but you were also desperate, and maybe this could be your chance to finally get to know Eddie, if not intimately then maybe just as friends
“Yeah, I’ll write it down and give it to you at the end of our shift, just remind me” he says as he gives you a smile
The day drags on and finally at 4:30pm you’re clocking out and gathering your things to head out, as you walk up to Steve to bid him a “bye, enjoy the rest of your day” as you usually do, he turns around from the counter to slip you the number he promised you earlier, as you go to grab it your finger tips touch and you can’t help but get shy, as you look up at him and then look down at your shoes with an embarrassingly big smile on your face.
“T-thanks for this, really it means a lot” you say as you wave the number in your hand
“Yeah no problem, just give him a call and tell him I sent you” he says with a wink that makes your face heat up
“Thank you again, have a good day” you say as you rush out of there, kicking yourself for being so awkward
Once you get home, you head for the kitchen to use the house phone. Your parents never even allowed you your own private phone for your room, and luckily they weren’t home to hear your conversation, they’d lose their minds if they knew you could possibly be moving in with a boy, but for now what they don’t know won’t hurt em’
As you dial the number with shaky hands and a rapidly beating heart, you give your self a tiny pep talk “be cool” “just relax and be cool” as you inhale and exhale a deep breath. The line rings exactly three times before you hear a groggy voice on the other end
“Hello?” -—Wow his voice is so sexy— “no, nope get it together, remember, be cool” you think to yourself
“Helloooo?” Eddie says breaking you out of your thoughts
“Oh, sorry yes um- this is y/n, I work with Steve and he gave me your number because I’m looking to move out and he said you’re looking for a roommate?” You have never wanted to go lay in oncoming traffic so bad
“Mm, Steve gave you my number?” You can hear the smirk on his lips
“Yeah, I’m sorry is that not okay?” — god you wish you could just disappear in this moment
“No, no it’s okay! So when do you wanna come over? I can show you the place and we can go over rent and whatnot” his tone of voice almost sounds eager, but Steve did say he was desperate to find someone
“I can head over in a couple hours, if that’s okay?” You timidly ask
“Cool, cool that works”
After he gives you the address and you hang up, you rush to your room to get ready, you are not going to this meeting in your work uniform
So you freshen up a bit and change into something more you
Deciding on a rainbow band cropped muscle shirt — the shirt your parents always gave you shit for, because one it was “too short” and two “it was the devils music”
You paired it with some black high waisted shorts and a black belt, and then shoved on your white Reeboks, spraying some perfume before you rush out to your little blue ford pinto, the one nice thing your parents did for you—buying it for you your senior year just to get to and from school
The apartment was about a 12 minute drive. You pull up to a brick complex building with a little stoop, it looked fancier then you were expecting, two big pots with beautiful purple flowers on either side of the entrance door— before you are able to walk in you have to be buzzed in by the occupant, so you press the button by B13 and instantly hear Eddie’s voice through the contraption
“Come on up” he says before you’re even able to speak, you hear the door click and you open it— immediately being welcomed by a staircase, you walk up to apt B13, but before you lift your hand to knock you take some deep breaths, Readying yourself for this interaction with a boy you were love sick for almost all of high school
By the first knock, the door swings open and your met by Eddie, and holy hell did he still look as beautiful as he did then, maybe even more so, his hair was a little longer and by what you could tell under the sleeves of his Iron Maiden shirt he definitely filled out more, a little more muscular and maybe even a little taller whatever it was, was turning you into an idiot because you couldn’t stop your eyes from roaming all over his body, his signature black jeans with the rips in the knees and woah is that a bulge? “Okay—okay stop it right now!” You think to yourself, once you look up into Eddies eyes you realize he’s doing the same, ogling your legs and exposed thighs and sliver of skin between your shorts and shirt.
That somehow gave you the confidence to speak first— “hi, I’m y/n” you say as you hold out your hand for him to shake
“I know, we went to school together, right?” He says as he sticks his hand out to meet yours
“Yeah we did, we did— didn’t think you’d remember me” you say still shaking his hand
“I always remember a pretty face” he says back and your panties instantly grow a wet spot— because holy shit, did he just call me pretty?
You want to say something back and be flirty but all you can give him is a little giggle as both of your hands separate from that excessively long hand shake
“Come on in” he finally says as he gestures you in first
You giggle again as you say “thank you”
As you walk inside your eyes scan the place, it was really nice and you could totally see yourself living here, way nicer than anything you could get alone. There’s a few horror movie and band posters hung up around the living room— some fangoria and heavy metal magazines placed on the coffee table, a nice grey couch and a tv setup in front, even a record player with a crate full of vinyls. As you’re busy eyeing the place Eddie is busy eyeing you—looking a little too long at your back side than would be considered appropriate
As you turn around you catch him, eyes still trained on your ass, your cheeks flush and your heart starts beating a mile a minute again, but you give him a smile as you tell him how nice the place is
“Do you want the tour?” He asks, as his eyes are now eyeing your muscle tank
“Yes, please” you say with too much excitement as you bounce from the heels to the balls of your feet making your boobs bounce, which did not go unnoticed by Eddie
But before he began the tour, eyes still trained to your shirt—he points to it
“I like your shirt—I uh, didn’t know you listened to that kind of music” he says as he looks back up into your eyes
Eddie’s nervousness was giving you some kind of boost of confidence because before you could rethink your next words, they’re tumbling out
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Eddie” you say with a smirk as you turn around signaling to him that you’re ready for the tour
As he shows you around, you both can’t help but sneak peaks of each others bodies, you almost couldn’t concentrate on anything else—until he showed you the vacant room, it was a very decent size and could very well fit all of your belongings and then some
“It’s perfect” you say beaming up at him
“Yeah, this place has pretty big rooms, huh?” He says back as he smiles down at you
“So do you wanna go over the bills and stuff now?”
You look back at him with the most beautiful smile he thinks he’s ever seen
“So does that mean I’m moving in?” You squeak out with pure excitement
“Yeah, it does—by the way, when’s the soonest you can start moving your stuff in? You know for rent purposes, the mechanic shop I work at thought it’d be a good idea to hire a couple more people so they cut my hours back” he says with a glum look you wish you could kiss right off
“Oh, well I can start moving little things in by tomorrow, but I need to find someone to help with the bigger things like my bed and dresser”
“Me and Steve could help—if you wanted” he spits out a little faster then he anticipated
“Oh my god, I would be indebted to you both forever, if you did” you say with your best puppy dog eyes
“Yeah I can think of some ways you can cash in that debt” he says with a smirk that makes a chill run down your spine and a place between your thighs throb—you swallow before you smile back at him
“Let’s go sit so we can talk” he says as he does the same “after you” gesture he did when you first walked in
After you both talk about the expenses you’d be splitting and some rules he has which consisted of
Food—you can have whatever of his you want just make sure to ask first and you agreed, that he could do the same. No smoking weed on the balcony, the neighbors like to complain about the smell—but you assured him you don’t smoke, so that doesn’t really apply to you. Last one always let him know when you’re going to have company over, after agreeing and shaking hands he walks you out and before you go to leave he gives you a hug and whispers close to your ear
“I’ll see you tomorrow” goosebumps instantly rising from your skin, you nod and give him a smile before you walk off to your car
As you make your way back home, you try to go over what the hell just happened. You haven’t felt this giddy in your life, you’re about to move in with Eddie fucking Munson, you weren’t sure if you wanted to pull over to do a happy dance or pull over to puke from the nerves that have just swarmed through your stomach at the thought of seeing him everyday, sharing a bathroom with him, holy shit— sleeping in the next room over from him, oh my god you didn’t think about all of this before, what if he sees all your flaws and gets disgusted by you— okay, stop no overthinking, this is your chance to finally be your own person, live your life for yourself and maybe Eddies the perfect person to show you how to let loose.
After Eddie and Steve helped you move your heavier items in—one of your first debts was treating them to burgers and fries for dinner. After grabbing everything from your parents house you left your new number for them to be able to contact you. Moving out the week they were on a work trip, not wanting the confrontation—but you were an adult and you are allowed to move out without permission, you knew once they found out they’d completely cut off contact with you, but you still held out hope that your parents could be decent humans, someday.
But now that you’re settled in, Eddie mentioned a tradition him and Steve have every Saturday, horror movie night. Being around both of the guys you get butterflies for might be a little overwhelming, but you’ve grown to love their company so it should be a good night.
Since it’s your first, you’ve been put in charge of picking the movies—settling on the serpent and the rainbow and fright night. You’ve decided on a whim that you’re gunna look good tonight, maybe that was a terrible idea but you wanted to be desirable, you want to feel sexy and for them to see you as such, so there’s not harm in wearing some cute little pajamas—enfaces on the little
As soon as you got home from your shift you cleaned up a little bit and then hopped in the shower to clean the long day off, once out you used some sweet smelling body lotion and spritzed some perfume on your neck and wrists—finally changing into an off white silk two piece accustomed with some ruffles on the end of the short shorts, showing off the underside of your butt—the top was very cropped and you’ve decided to go without a bra, it just looked better that way, you paired the whole ensemble with white knee high socks. After brushing and drying your hair, you give yourself a once over in the full length mirror that is hanging behind your door, you felt sexy—for the first time in your life, you could kiss your best friend Rachel for getting this pajama set for you on your birthday. The confident thoughts that entered your head left as quickly as they came, now you’re questioning how this makes you look—“am I going to look desperate” “are they going to know I’m dressing up for them?” Oh god I hope not
Before you could overthink any further, there’s a knock at your door—you were so focused you almost jumped out of your skin
“Y-yeah?” You ask trying to catch your breath
“Can you come set up the movie while I get the snacks ready?” Eddie asks from the other side of the door
“Yeah, of course! I’ll be right out”
It’s now or never, either you stop being a pussy and get some confidence or you’ll be stuck as the little virgin forever— so you take a deep breath and walk out into the living room to set up fright night first. Steve called 30 minutes ago to say he’d be on his way soon, so he should be here any minute. As you’re fiddling with the remote and pausing it on the fbi warning— Eddie walks out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn in hand—
“Hey, hope you like butte-“ “woah” he said almost dropping the bowl of popcorn as his eyes descend along your figure in the little pajama set
“You um, you look nice” he says as he looks down, setting the popcorn bowl on the coffee table
“Thanks” you say with a shy smile— can’t tell if that’s a good reaction or not, but you’ll take it
“I uh, I’m gunna go use the bathroom, can you buzz Steve in when he comes?” He says as he rushes off
“Sure” was all you were able to get out before he disappeared down the hallway
About 5 minutes go by and you hear the buzzer go off— it’s Steve, you answer and buzz him through, you open the door and wait for him to come up—but as you wait you get preoccupied with cleaning off the dining table
You hear the door shut behind you, signaling that Steve is now inside, as you turn to look at him, he’s giving you the same look Eddie did earlier before he headed off to the bathroom
“Hey” you say with a little wave
He walks towards you with a 12 pack of beer in his hand as he looks you up and down, making a chill run through your body
“Well hello” he says as he walks up standing right in front of you “don’t you look nice tonight”
“Oh, um thanks” you say as you take the 12 pack from him
“I’ll put these in the fridge” you say heading into the kitchen “Eddie’s in the bathroom—just make yourself comfy”
After pulling out three beers for you and the guys— you put the pack in the fridge and head back to the living room— you see Steve and Eddie immediately stop their conversation once you’ve gotten within ear shot of them, they’re both ogling you as you walk to sit in between them on the sofa— okay these pajamas were definitely working
Once fright night starts playing and you are all sipping on your beer and passing popcorn back and forth— Eddie pauses it to take a smoke break, you pass but they still invite you to hang out in his room, while they partake
You sit up against Eddie’s wooden headboard while Steve and Eddie sit at the end of the bed facing you—passing the joint back and forth to each other while you all get lost in conversation
“So y/n” Steve says as the smoke bellows out of his mouth, looking at your thighs and then back to your eyes “I like these little pjs, do you normally wear stuff like that to bed?” — you feel your cheeks heat at the question, embarrassment washing over you
“Um, no actually I usually just wear big shirts to bed, but these are the only matching pajamas I have, so I decided to wear them tonight for the special occasion” you say shyly
“Yeah? I like ‘em, right Ed, we like ‘em?” He says looking at Eddie, making him choke on some of the smoke he had just inhaled
“Mmhm, we do” he says, both boys looking at you like they were hungry and you were a four course meal
You didn’t say too much after that, now feeling way too shy to insert yourself in their conversations— you guys head back to the living room to finish the movie, resuming your positions on the couch after Steve gets up to grab three more beers for you all
Once fright night is over and all the popcorn and beers have been drunk, you decide to save serpent and the rainbow for another night
“I actually have an early shift tomorrow, so I think I’m gunna get to bed, is that okay?” You ask the boys — noticing the look of disappointment on both of their faces
“Uh, yeah yeah that’s fine” Eddie speaks up first
“Goodnight guys” you say while grabbing your throw blanket and heading to your room— “goodnight y/n” Steve says
Once you lay down and try to fall asleep, it’s almost impossible, things seemed so off tonight— almost like the boys had a secret or were in on something you had no idea about, maybe it was in your head. But you also seen the way they were looking at you — and how disappointed they looked when you told them you were going to bed, you weren’t even sure what you were asking for— there’s no way they’d both want you, so why are you fighting so hard to be wanted by both of them?
an hour passes of you tossing and turning and once you finally find a position you’re most comfortable in, you start to hear foot steps, it’s probably Eddie going to his room— Steve must’ve left.
About 10 minutes later, you’re still wide awake— you start to hear faint moans coming from Eddie’s side of the wall “oh my god, is he jacking off?” You whisper to yourself. The moans get louder and now you hear another set of moans and some slapping noises— “wait, oh my god, is that Steve?” — “holy shit, are Steve and Eddie fucking?” You couldn’t help but get up and place your ear to the wall
You start to feel a tinge of jealousy in the pit of your stomach accompanied by arousal, wow this is turning you on, thinking of both of them together— well this is new, never thought you’d be turned on by two men you’re crushing on having sex. As the moans get louder— your hand descends into your little silk shorts and under your panties, you don’t really touch yourself—probably making yourself cum a handful of times, but woah the instant need is something you’ve never felt before— you’re so wet, you gather the slick that’s seeping out of your hole and bring it up to your clit, rubbing slow deliberate circles on it, as you begin to feel that burning sensation in the pit of your stomach— Eddie and Steve’s moans get a little louder, you hear Eddie tell Steve to keep it down, and then the slapping continues— you reach your peak as you push a pillow into your face to muffle the moans that are coming out of your mouth— holy fuck you’ve never cum so hard, once you’re finished the moaning stops and you hear some muffled talking but not enough to make out what’s being said, after a couple minutes you hear foot steps and the front door close.
As you come down from your high— you start to feel shame for listening in and touching yourself to something you shouldn’t have been listening to, but what the hell?— Steve and Eddie? So what are they like gay?— I mean surely Steve can’t be he’s a ladies man, still flirting and going on dates with the women that come into family video, but I mean Eddie— you’ve never seen him with a girl before, but you’ve seen the way he’s looked at you since the first day you came over, he’s never been subtle in his attempts at checking you out. You’re so confused.
After continuously tossing and turning last night you’ve decided it’d be best to just move on, clearly Steve and Eddie have a thing for each other and no matter how much you like them both, maybe it’s for the best to just start your dating life— you no longer live with your parents thus allowing you to finally go on dates, so why not indulge?
Luckily today you work with Robin, you wouldn’t know how to face Steve if you worked one on one with him, you already feel guilty for getting off to his and Eddie’s moans, the whole thing would just be awkward— luckily you didn’t see Eddie either before you left for work.
It’s nearing the end of your shift, you’re stocking the horror section with some returns when you hear the bell above the entrance door go off, Robins in the back so you’re in charge of greeting and helping customers
“Welcome to family video!” you say as you continue your strategic alphabetical placements, as you’re putting the last movies away, you stand up and head back to the counter— being greeted by a familiar smiling face
“Donnie Anderson?” you say with a shy smile as you look up at the tall, dark haired boy— you both went to Hawkins high together, he was the quarterback and you tutored him on multiple occasions
“Y/n?” He says as his eyes squint “Wow, how have you been?”
“I’ve been pretty good actually, how about you?”
“Yeah, same here” he says with his signature charming smile “wow you look great”
You can’t help but blush at his kind words—“thanks, so do you”—“so is there a movie I can help you find?”
“Right? Movie um, yeah I’m looking for dream a little dream and license to drive, they’re for my little sister” he says as he looks down in embarrassment
“Those are the movies with the two Corey’s, right?” You say as you raise your eyebrows
“Yup” he says as he nods his head slowly
“For your little sister, huh?” You tease
“Yeah, uh, she loves Corey Haim” he chuckles
After you ring him up and get caught up in talks about the past and future— Donnie leans over getting a little close to your personal space, working up his charm
“Hey what are you doing tomorrow?” He asks
“I have another morning shift, but after that I’m free, why? What’s up?” You say as you lean a little closer towards him
“Do you want to go out with me tomorrow?”—“maybe catch a movie?” He says with hopeful eyes
“Sure, y-yeah that sounds fun, I’d love to” you say as you hand him the bag with his movies
“Cool, can I get your number?”
You pull out a note pad and pen from the drawer and jot your number down, tearing out the page to give to him— “okay, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, have a goodnight y/n” he says as he walks backwards to the door, and then turns around to walk out
Oh my god, your first official date! — you can’t help but to do a little happy dance, quickly being interrupted by Robin
“That inventory took way too lon-“ she says immediately stopping as she sees your dancing form behind the counter
“We having a dance party or something?” She inquires
“No, but Im going on my first date tomorrow” you say with a giddy smile
“Really? Was I gone that long?” She says with a snort
After getting home from your shift, you pull your clothes off and put an oversized shirt on to get comfortable— you lie down in bed and start to doodle in your notebook while crazy on you by heart plays in the background— suddenly you hear a knock at your bedroom door
“Come in!” You yell over the music
“Hey uh, someone’s on the phone for you, I think he said his name was Danny”
“Danny?” You say with a questioning look “oh Donnie, okay” you roll off of your bed and head to the phone—as you talk to Donnie on the phone about your date, Eddie’s sitting at the kitchen table nursing a beer, with a sad look on his face
“Okay, sounds good! I’ll see you tomorrow” you say, hanging up the phone
“Who’s Donnie?” Eddie questions still staring at his beer
“Donnie Anderson, he was on the football team. Anyway, he came by family video today and we started talking and he asked to take me out on a date”
“A date?” Eddie says as his jaw clenches
“Yeah a date”
“Oh, that’s cool um I gotta go” Eddie says as he gets up from the table, chair scraping against the linoleum floors, he walks out the front door leaving it to slam— what just happened?
Going into work the next morning, you worked along side Steve. He was distant and barely said anything to you, other than asking about your date—Robin must of told him.
The date with Donnie went really well—but you couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie, all week he’d been hot and cold with you, one minute heavily flirting and the next almost avoiding you. Steves attitude towards you has somewhat gone back to normal, having little conversations here and there— you really couldn’t understand them, it almost seemed like they were jealous, but that can’t be it.
Finally Saturday rolls around and you wanted to invite Donnie to come hang out, maybe after you’ll let him spend the night and who knows maybe you’ll even lose your virginity to him—-But you’d have to tell Eddie since that was on his list of rules
After getting home from work you changed into a little white cami and some red and white shorts you got from summer camp years ago, they definitely made your butt look great, even if they’re way smaller than they use to be— you make your way into the living room where Eddie and Steve are sitting and talking
“Hey, um is it okay if I invite a friend over?” You say as you walk towards the couch they’re sitting on
“Uh, yeah I guess, sure” Eddie says without even looking at you
“Okay, thanks” you say as you turn towards the kitchen to call Donnie
After you hang up you go back to sit down with the guys, they’re deep in conversation about Eddie’s band. He’d stopped playing for awhile after most of the members headed off to college, he’s been looking for new musicians so he was asking Steve for advice — It was so weird, that you knew they had sex, but they were never affectionate towards each other or at least not in front of you, if you would’ve never heard them that night, you would’ve never guessed they’d have an intimate relationship— you wanted to ask questions, but it wasn’t your place and you didn’t want to make them feel uncomfortable or like you were judging— you certainly had your fair share of thoughts about women
But they are your friends so maybe you’d be able to confide in them?
“Hey, I’m sorry to interrupt but can I ask you both a question?”
“Uh sure” Steve says as he turns his body towards you with intrigue
“It’s kind of a personal question, so don’t get weirded out that I’m asking, okay?” You say with hesitation
They both look at each other and then look back at you as they say “okay” in unison
“How did you guys lose your virginity?” You say as you put your palm under your chin
“Um, wow that is pretty personal” Steve says as Eddie laughs
You look away in embarrassment, feeling like you maybe overstepped— until Steve spoke up first
“I lost mine when I was 15, she was 17 and I had no idea what I was doing” he said “it was pretty awkward and I had really just wanted to lose it just to lose it, I never really talked to her after that, must’ve been pretty bad” he chuckles
Eddie looks at him with a knowing smirk on his face, like he wants to say something but decides not to
“And you Ed’s?” You say as you look at him
He blushes at the nickname, he loves when you call him that
“Um, I lost mine at 18, same as Steve it was awkward and I had no idea what I was doing” he says as he looks over to Steve and then you
Hmm, okay super vague but I’ll take it— you think to yourself
“What about you?” Steve says catching you off guard
“Oh um, well um” you stammered—both boys looking at you with raised eyebrows waiting to hear your answer
“Well, see that’s why I asked because I don’t exactly have a first time, and um I kind of want to and I was thinking tonight with Donnie we might you know” your sentence coming out as almost one long jumbled word
“You’re a virgin?” Eddie looks at you like you’ve just confessed to a murder
Steve looks like he’s at a loss for words— you just want to go climb in bed under your covers and never show your face again
“Yes, I’m a virgin” you say as you begin to bite your nails, not wanting to look at either of their faces
“Hey, that’s okay nothing wrong with being a virgin” Steve says
“Yeah well, I never had the opportunity I wasn’t allowed to date when I lived with my parents, it was school, tutor, work repeat”—“I wasn’t even allowed to have guy friends, how crazy is that?” You say still playing with your finger nails
“Donnie was my first date” you whisper
You finally look up at the boys faces, and distinctly see the look of pity written all over them
“It’s fine forget I asked” you say as you get up “I’m going to go get ready” you say as you sulk back to your room
Eddie and Steve were shocked—they weren’t sure what “not looking like a virgin” meant but you did not look like a virgin, you were sexy as hell, they couldn’t believe no one had ever jumped at the chance to fuck you— but they definitely didn’t want Donnie to be the first one
After you freshened up and put on a little bit of makeup— Steve had knocked on your door to tell you Donnie was here— tonight you were all going to watch serpent and the rainbow since you didn’t get to last movie night— you walk out into the living room and Steve and Eddie are talking to Donnie as they all sip on a beer, Donnie sees you and jumps up to give you a hug and kiss, you blush as he takes your hand and walks you to the couch to sit next to him, almost uncomfortably close as he sets his hand on your thigh and rubs it
You can see Eddie out of your peripheral looking at where Donnie’s hand is placed—Steve coughs and says “alright everybody ready to start the movie?” You all agree—feeling a thick tension in the air
The movie was long but by the end you stand up and tell the guys you need to use the restroom really quick—“when you come back you’ll ask donnie to stay the night” you think to yourself
When you get back you see Steve and Eddie but Donnie is gone.
“Where’s Donnie?” You ask looking around like he was going to come out of another room
“He left” Eddie said
“Left? Why would he leave?” You say with your eyebrows furrowed
“We told him to leave” Steve says as Eddie looks down at his feet
“Why would you do that?” Now you’re fuming
“Because we just didn’t think it was a good idea for him to stay” Eddie speaks up
“A good idea? What?” — “what the fuck does that mean?” You seethe
They had never heard you cuss before
“We just don’t think you should have sex with him y/n”
“You cant decide who I fuck!” — “Jesus, it’s like I’m living with my parents all over again, you guys can’t control who I see” — “I didn’t tell you two not to fuck the other night, so why do you have the right to tell me who I can be with?” You didn’t mean for that to come out so harsh, but this must of been a trigger for you, feeling like you’re being controlled, it made you wanna scream.
“What?” They say in unison as they look at each other almost like they felt guilty for something
“I don’t care what you guys do, or if you guys are gay or whatever— so don’t insert yourself in my business” you say as calmly as you can
“Gay?” They both say again at the same time
“Sweetheart, we’re not gay” Eddie says with a smirk, god he can be such an arrogant asshole
“Okay well whatever you are I don’t care, just stay out of my business” you say as you begin to walk away
“You heard us?” Steve says stopping you in your tracks
“Uh, yeah you were kind of loud and I had trouble falling asleep that night”
“See I told you to keep it down” Eddie says as he shoots Steve a look you couldn’t quite make out
“Hey, I’m not judging you guys okay?”—“I would never do that” you don’t ever want to come off as a bigoted asshole, you don’t want to be anything like your parents
“Thanks” they both say
“Can you come sit down, so we can talk?” Eddie motions with his head towards the couch
“Um, yeah sure” you say as you walk back to the couch
You sit in the open seat between them— they both turn towards you, giving each other a knowing look before their eyes find you again
“We um, yes we have sex, we’re bi”
“You guys really don’t have to explain yourselves to me” you say trying to stop Eddie from going any further
“No, no we want to, babe” Steve says—the pet name instantly making your stomach flutter
“Okay, well why?” You say as you look at both men sitting on either side of you
“We like you y/n” — “I’ve liked you for awhile” Eddie says — “since high school” he continues
“You’ve liked me since high school?” You say as your eyes widen
“Yeah, I’d always look at you and when you’d catch me I’d look away, I figured you must’ve thought I was a weirdo, so I never tried to talk to you” — “so when you called me and I found out you were, you and you were interested in moving in, I knew I was in trouble, that first meeting i couldn’t take my eyes off of you, you’ve always been beautiful” — “but holy shit” he says
“When I seen you on your first day at family video I wanted to ask you out on a date, but Robin told me to keep it professional, and then when I told Ed you had started working with us, he told me about his high school crush on you so when I found out you were looking for a room to rent and Eddie was looking for a roommate, I thought it’d be the perfect set up, even though I really wanted you for myself” he says as he looks over to Eddie—Eddie shooting him a glare back
“That night we wanted to tell you how we felt, I mean fuck you looked so good, we couldn’t help but to fuck each other while we thought about you” Steve says
“So do you guys do that often?”— “No judgement” you say as you throw up your hands in surrender
“Well we have an arrangement, where if we’re hanging out and we’re horny we just go for it” —“it’s more of like a friends with benefits type of thing” Eddie throws in
“I see” you say as you nod your head
“So what? You said you didn’t think I should have sex with Donnie, does that mean you think I should have sex with you both?” You ask purely out of curiosity
“That’s up to you, princess” Eddie says
Jesus this man and his terms of endearment
“So you both would be okay with taking my virginity?” You ask as you raise your brows
“We’d be honored to, but only if that’s what you want” Steve says
“Well if we’re all being honest here, I’ve had a crush on you Ed’s since high school, too. When you’d catch me looking back at you it was only because I was specifically looking for you. I um, I even wanted to buy weed from you as an excuse to talk to you, but I pussied out last minute. I had even wrote you a note to meet me after school, I was gunna slip it into your locker but I was too nervous, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it” you say as you reminisce with a smile
Eddie’s eyes widen at the revelation, he couldn’t believe you felt the same for him, you both could’ve been together this whole time
“And Steve I was reminded how gorgeous I always thought you were that first day and I loved how much you made me laugh, I even thought you were flirting with me but I mean I knew of your reputation and you flirt with the customers too, so I just didn’t want to overthink it, ya know?”
“Yeah, he is a big flirt, aren’t you big boy?” Eddie says with a smirk as he ruffles Steve’s hair
“Cmon man, not the hair!” Steve says smacking away Eddie’s hand
You couldn’t help but giggle at their antics
“Okay, yes I want to”
They both stop what they’re doing and look at you— “we need you to say exactly what you want, baby?” Eddie says
“I um, I-I want you both to fuck me” you stutter out
“Try again sweetheart, say it like you mean it” Eddie continues with a mischievous smirk
“I want you both to fuck me” you say with more confidence
“Good girl, see that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Steve says
“Let’s move this to the room?” Eddie asks looking back and forth from you to Steve
“Yeah let’s go” you say as you get up and hold both of your hands out towards them to take
You drag them behind you to Eddies room
“Woah someone’s eager” one of them says while they both snicker
Once you three enter Eddies bedroom they’re both on you, Eddie grabs your chin and brings your lips to his, Steve starts kissing your neck, his hand slowly moving down your back to your ass, he grabs a handful making you moan into Eddies mouth
You cannot believe this is happening
You’re about to lose your virginity to two incredibly sexy men, who else can say that?
Eddies tongue slips into your mouth deepening the kiss, while Steve sucks your neck and soothes it wish his tongue
You rake both your hands down their chests—as your hands descend along their lower stomach it stops at the huge bulge in both their pants
You cup them through their jeans, gaining a moan from both men
You break the kiss as you look up at Eddie
“What do you wanna do first, baby?” He says as he grabs both of your hips, smiling down at you
“I want you to teach me how to suck Steve’s cock” you say innocently
“Fuck” they both say in unison
“Okay, yeah I can do that” Eddie says
He grabs a pillow off of his bed
“Get on your knees” he says in a tone of voice that almost made you whimper, strong and assertive
“Yes, sir” you say almost as a joke but you could tell in Eddies face how much he liked it, eyes glazing over, now looking at you with an intense hunger, both of them were looking at you like that—it was almost overwhelming how turned on you were becoming
Eddie kneels beside you, both of you between Steve’s legs from his standing position, eyes trained on you and the metalhead. Eddie begins unbuttoning Steves jeans and pulling down his zipper, he shoves his thumbs in the waistband of Steve’s jeans and boxers and tugs them down just above his knees, his cock springs out— your jaw drops at how huge it is, he’s cut and has a pretty pink throbbing head with precum oozing from the slit, your mouth waters just looking at it. You never sucked a dick before and said you never would, but holy shit, you wanted to live with Steves cock in your mouth, it was beautiful
You and Eddie lick your lips at the same time, as you both stare at it
“Go ahead and grab it, baby” Eddie whispers to you— you grasp it at the base, your hand looks so small compared to it, which excites you even more
Eddie puts his hand over yours—“okay, now move it up and down, mmhm just like that baby, good girl” his whispers causing goosebumps to form on your skin
“Now spit on it” Eddie says
You gather all the saliva in your mouth and spit a on the head of Steve’s pink tip
“That’s it, okay now start smearing that wetness all over his cock, baby” — “yup just like that, fuck Steve she’s a quick learner” he says looking up into his best friends eyes with a smirk
“Okay now put your mouth around the tip, and suck” — “nope” you say as you shake your head
“I wanna see you first” you say as you giggle
“You wanna see me suck Stevie’s cock? what does that turn you on or something?” He says jokingly
You nod your head and bite your lip
“Dirty girl” Steve says looking down at the exchange
“I might of played with myself that night I heard you both fucking” you shyly retort
Eddie and Steves eyes widen as they look at each other — “hear that Stevie? Our girls a kinky little thing” Eddie laughs out
Our girl
“Okay baby, I’ll show you how it’s done” Eddie says pretending to crack his neck before he dives in—putting his lips over Steves tip and sucking, slowly putting more and more in his mouth until Steve is in his throat, Eddie must be very experienced because he doesn’t gag as Steve begins to fuck his mouth
You can’t help it, you have to rub your pussy while watching them, it’s way too hot not to—you slip your fingers into your waist band and start rubbing your clit, your pussy is insanely wet already, making your fingers glide over your clit so smoothly, you can’t hold the moans back
“Fuck, she’s touching herself dude” Steve says while looking down at you as he bites his lip
Eddie let’s go of Steves cock with a pop as he looks over at you—grabbing the back of your hair and crashing his lips into yours, tasting Steve on his tongue makes your panties gush even more— the whole thing is so incredibly sexy
Eddie breaks the kiss— “okay baby, it’s your turn”
You grab Steves cock from the base again, it’s now slick with Eddies spit so you give it a few strokes before you put it in your mouth and start sucking, then swirling your tongue around the tip, taking it back in your mouth moving down slowly finally hitting the back of your throat, you instantly gag on it, making your eyes water
“that’s okay princess, we’ll have that throat trained in no time” Eddie says with a smirk
“Keep going baby, your mouth feels fucking amazing” Steve says as he reaches down to grab some of your hair, reaching his other hand down to grab Eddies hair too—“fuck you both are so sexy on your knees for me” he says looking from you to Eddie
Once you’ve gotten the hang of it, you start sliding your lips on the side of Steves cock, you reach out, grabbing Eddie’s hair making him bring his lips to the other side, he knows exactly what you’re trying to have him do, so he puts his lips on the other side, mimicking you and your movements, up and down
“Fuuuuuck” Steve moans out
You and Eddie start making out with Steves tip— making him whimper and groan, the hands fisted in both your hair tightening
“Okay, okay I can’t take anymore” Steve says pulling you both up by your hair
His lips smash into Eddies and they have a heated kiss before Steve pulls away and grips your hair he’s still holding, pulling you towards him and smashing his lips into yours, tongues and teeth clashing, it’s a sloppy but calculated kiss, you finally pull away—looking at Eddie
“Should we suck yours next?” You ask Eddie
“Uh-uh baby”—“I won’t last if I have both your pretty lips on my cock” Steve rolls his eyes as he laughs
“Get on the bed baby, let us take care of you” Steve says picking you up and throwing you down on the bed, as you yelp
Eddie begins pulling your shorts down, both of them looking over your body like they were about to devour you— “take her shirt off too” Steve instructs Eddie
“Cmon baby, let’s get this shirt off of you, we wanna see those pretty titties” Eddie says
“Yes sir” you say again as you raise your arms
Eddie growls as he pulls off your thick camisole, boobs springing out—thanking god you went without a bra
“Fuck, look at that” Eddie says under his breathe
“Those are the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen” Steve says with his eyes blown wide with lust
“Lay back, sweetheart” Eddie says in a sweet but assertive tone
You do as your told, laying back but using your elbows to still keep you propped up—Steve moves closer to you. Eddie grabs one knee and Steve grabs the other as the both pull them apart, exposing the big wet spot right in the middle of your light pink, lace panties—Steve and Eddies hands both touching different parts of you, Steve rubbing your thigh and Eddie playing with the little black bow on the top of your panties, sending you a smirk—Eddies fingers move down to the wet spot, rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit and then cupping your hole pussy in his hand as he grunts
“Fuck you’re so wet for us baby” he moans out
“Can’t wait to stretch that little pussy out, make it take both of us at the same time” Eddie says to Steve making your pussy throb right where his hand is placed
“I-I want that so bad” you moan out
“Not now baby, that’s for another day, we gotta get you use to one cock today”—“but soon you’ll be taking both of us in all your tight little holes, Kay?”
“Yes, sir” you say with slight disappointment, although the promise of another time instantly makes your stomach flutter
Eddie puts his thumbs in the waist band of your panties, pulling them down, you let them fall off your legs and onto the floor—Eddies instantly grabbing your knees and pulling them apart exposing your glistening cunt to both men, you slightly flinch as the cold hair hits the wetness of your pussy
“I have an idea” Eddie says — “turn around ass up, now” he demands, you immediately follow his directions getting into what you know as the doggystyle position from the details of one of your best friends many rendezvous
Once in position Eddie pushes your lower back in trying to make you arch your ass more for them, Steve lays down in between your thighs, so you’re sitting on his face, as his back is against the mattress, he licks a long strip from your aching hole to your pulsing clit—you can’t help but to moan out an “oh fuck” as he reaches your clit
Eddie chuckles as he stands between Steves spread legs and grabs both of your ass cheeks with his big palms spreading them and bringing his tongue to your tight second hole—holy shit, holy shit, you could cry from how amazing their tongues feel on you—Steve starts fucking you with his tongue, as Eddie continues licking your asshole, he begins to fuck your ass a little bit with the tip, before he moves down towards Steves, they both lick each others tongues before going back to using their tongues on you, you could cum right then and there, and you want to so bad—you begin to feel that burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, as you’re seeing stars and moaning so loud the neighbors can hear you. What tips you over the edge is Eddie slowly putting his finger inside your pussy, curling it up and hitting something inside of you that felt like heaven
“fuck daddy, I’m cumming!” You scream out
You had no idea where that came from, maybe something one of your friends told you they said to their partner and it probably stuck with you because you thought it was hot
Eddie and Steve stop their ministrations once your pussy stopped clenching around Eddies finger
“Daddy?” Eddie asks as he looks at Steve with the biggest smile
“Fuck princess, and here I thought you couldn’t get any hotter, now we find out you’re a secret little slut, too?” Eddie says teasingly
You couldn’t help but moan at his words and tone of voice—“is that what you want, baby?” Steve asks “you want to be our dirty little slut?”
“Yes, yes please” you say as the mattress muffles your words from your position
“You’re such a good girl, baby, such a good fucking girl for us” Steve says
“She’s the perfect girl for us” Eddie says back as his arm wraps around your lower stomach turning you around with a strength you’d never know he had
“Alright baby, who do you want to fuck you first?” Steve asks as he removes his pants and boxers completely, working on Eddies next—they both rid themselves of their shirts now matching your nakedness
“I don’t want to choose”—“I want you both to feel good” you whine
“Oh princess, we are gunna feel good, one of our dicks are gunna be in you while another one’s gunna be in one of our ass, how does that sound?” Eddie asks
“Oh my god, yes please that sounds so hot” you beg
“You have to pick which one of us fucks you first, remember?”—“don’t go getting all cock drunk on us now baby, we haven’t even started”
“Okay Um, I want Eddie to fuck me while you fuck him” you say to Steve
Eddie crawls toward you on the bed, spreading your legs wider for him as he gives you a deep kiss— Steve opens Eddies side drawer getting out a bottle of lube and pouring it in the palm of his hand and then stroking his cock with it, smearing it all over, he then takes the bottle of lube and pours more onto his fingers bringing them to Eddies ass and rubbing it in, inserting a finger into his tight hole and pumping in and out. Eddie moans into the kiss as he wraps his hand around his cock, bringing it closer to your pussy, rubbing it up and down your wet slit— finally Steve takes his cock and positions the head of it toward Eddies asshole, pushing in slowly, inch by inch making Eddie moan out a “fuuuck”— as Steve is sliding into him, Eddie positions his cock at your entrance. He looks down at you to gage your reaction
“Are you okay, baby?” He ask as his head barely slips through
“Mmmm, yeah, I-I’m okay”
Steve stills inside of Eddie, waiting for him to bottom out in you, not wanting to accidentally push Eddie into you with his thrusts
Eddie goes excruciatingly slow, so you have to tell him he can go a little faster—it hurts but it’s nothing you can’t handle, you’re wet enough for it to be almost painless, just feeling a little bit of pressure
“Is that okay?” Eddie asks as he’s finally bottomed out inside of you—“yeah baby, please move, don’t stop” you whine out
Eddie finally starts thrusting, fucking into you but also fucking Steve’s cock into him
You all three are a moaning mess—throwing out a stray “fuck” and “oh my god” here and there
“Please please, fuck me harder” you moan out to Eddie while his face is buried in your neck
Eddie’s thrusts get faster, making Steves do the same, now Steve is fucking Eddie into you and it feels amazing, both of their hands all over you and all over each other—Steve bends down towards you and Eddie while he’s still fucking into him, hard— Steve takes Eddies hair and yours and brings you all into a three way kiss of just tongues, all of you moaning out into each others mouths—- once Steve let’s go of you and Eddie’s hair he goes back to his position above you both, slapping Eddies ass as he fucks into him harder
Eddie’s losing his mind, yelling out so many obscenities and filthy things, into your neck 
“Fuck yes, goddammit you both feel so fucking good!” He moans out
He picks his head up from your neck, looking down at you—“your pussy’s so good baby, you’re so tight and wet, fuck”—“I’m gunna cum, fuck I’m gunna cum, where do you want it?” Eddie asks you
“In my mouth daddy” you moan out
“Fuuuck”—“Steve move!” Eddie shouts, Steve pulls his cock out of him, he strokes it as he’s nearing his release, too
You fall to your knees underneath both of them as they stroke their cocks above your face, you hold your tongue out awaiting their cum
“Yes baby, open up a little wider” —-“fuck yeah, just like that” Eddie says as white hot ropes of cum squirt out onto your lips and tongue, Steve can’t hold it in any longer as he’s watching Eddie paint your tongue, his cum squirting onto your cum filled tongue, getting some on your chin
Eddie brings his thumb to your chin wiping Steve’s cum off bringing it up to your tongue, you obey by licking it off—your tongue covered in their cum as you show it off to both of them— you instantly love the taste of them in your mouth, sitting on your tongue, you love the look they give you even more—like they could ravish you again—you finally swallow, holding your tongue back out to show them what a good girl you are
“Holy shit, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” Eddie says to Steve as he nods his head in agreement
“Get up here, babe” Steve says as he grabs your arm to help you up
“Go lay on the bed with Eds, and I’ll clean you both up” he says as he goes to the bathroom and comes back with a wet towel to clean you and Eddie off with, after he’s done, he lays down on the other side of you throwing his arm over your stomach and onto Eddie’s
“We should go on a date soon” Eddie says as he lifts his head to look at you and the other man beside you
“Really?” you say with excitement
“Yeah we wanna take you out, show you off” Steve says
“So you both want to be with me?” You ask with a big smile on your face
“Of course we do, you’re our girl”
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HI HEY HELLO i have a little blurb and i wanted to share!!(and it kinda pertains to a work event i had yesterday💀)
So you know how the first responder units have little events where they gather around a park or smth with their trucks, and parents bring their kids to look at them?? Well imagine evan buckley with that sjdbsjbd. He’s just having so much fun with the kids, lifting them up to see the cool parts of the firetruck, passing out little candies, talking the little ones through what they do every day, and you’re like “oml i cannot WAIT to have this mans children.” (Was literally me last night giggling about him)
OPEN HOUSE E.B
the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner!
Author’s note: This idea was honestly so cute!! I got so excited reading and writing it! Thank you so much for requesting love <33 Buck with kids always makes my heart jump vgcxgcc
Evan Buckley x gender!neutral reader
Warnings: FLOFFFF PURE FLUFF and unedited hehe
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Buck always loved the idea of an open house. Once a year opening the station to the public, talking about the stories you all shared on shifts, seeing kids bubble up with excitement as they see a firetruck. Buck loved it, he proudly called it his favorite day of the year.
You had been greeting people all morning, handing out some information flayers about the department while showing off the ambulance. A bright smile played on your lips as you saw your boyfriend standing next to the firetruck. He was explaining a story to the kids standing around him. You couldn't make out what he was saying but you rolled your eyes as you saw him mimic what looked like being electrocuted. (too soon?)
"I'm sorry?" A little boy interrupted your train of thought. He looked at you with big eye's, pointing his finger at your paramedic patch that was neatly sew on to your uniform. "Can I help you?" You asked softly, kneeling down Infront of him.
"I wanna be a firefighter." He said proudly.
"Really? That's cool! What's your name?"
"Robin!" He eagerly exclaimed.
"Well Robin, do you wanna see a firetruck?" Robin nodded his head with excitement. You got back up, fixed your uniform and offered the boy your hand. He gladly accepted, walking with you over to Buck who had just waved goobye to the kids he was talking to.
"Hello Buck." You greeted. "Robin here wants to be a firefighter."
Buck let out an exciting gasp, mimicking the smile that was plastered on the young boy's face. "Hii Robin! Do you wanna see a real firetruck up close?"
Robin held out his hands, silently asking for Buck to hold him. Buck grabbed Robin on his arm and immediately went to explaining all the different functions of the truck. The boy leaned on his side, carefully listing to everything Buck had to say.
Buck was a natural when it came to kids. You saw it with Christopher and Jee-Yun. And honestly you couldn't wait to have some of your own. Buck had mentioned it once or twice that he saw you both as parents and honestly you couldn't agree more. Especially after today.
You watched in awe as Buck helped Robin in the firetruck. He mimicked the sound of a siren, making you and Robin giggle loudly.
"There you are!" Two young mothers made their way over to the truck. Waving at their son in Buck's arms.
"He's a natural." One of the mom's complimented. "I haven't seen our son so quiet and focused in a long time."
"Yeah he is." You smiled, admiring your boyfriend. He really is.
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References in Servamp
Arabian mythology
Jinn. Ch. 16
Greek mythology
Elpis. Ch. 75
Moirai. Ch. 108
Pandora. Ch. 130
Pygmalion. Ch. 123
Pandora's Box. Ch. 97
Japanese mythology
Gashadokuro. Ch. 129
Kitsune. Ch. 3
Raijin. Ch. 85
Norse mythology
Baldr. Ch. 39
Freya. Ch. 65
Frey. Ch. 131
Gleipnir. Ch. 101
Hati. Ch. 91, 131
Hod. Ch. 39
Hliðskjálf. Ch. 96
Idunn. Ch. 65
Loki. Ch. 15
Mimir. Ch. 29
Mjölnir. Ch. 53
Ragnarök. Ch. 101, 122, 131
Sigurd. Ch. 101
Thor. Ch. 41
Yggdrasil. Ch. 42
Biblical references
Abel. Ch. 8
Adam. Ch. 128
Boaz and Jachin. Ch. 42
Eden. Ch. 21
Eve. Ch. 1
John the Baptist. Ch.122
Lucifer. Ch. 135
Nod. Ch. 29, events
Hinduism
Asura. Ch. 57.5, 89.
Tarot
The Fool - Mahiru. Ch. 50
I. The Magician – Night trio. Ch. 41
II. The High Priestess – Mikuni. Ch. 42
V. The Hierophant - Shuhei. Ch. 77
X. Wheel of Fortune - Junichiro. Ch. 53
XII. The Hanged Man - Tsurugi. Ch. 50
XV. The Devil – Shamrock. Ch. 72
XVI. The Tower - Touma. Ch. 47
XVII. The Star - Iduna. Ch. 73
XVIII. The Moon - Yumikage. Ch. 69
Literary references
"Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" Lewis Carroll. Ch. 3, 4, 7, 19, 98, 122. Misono, Lily, Dodo, Mitsuki, Yamane, Hattori, Mikuni, Bad B and Good B.
"As You Like It" William Shakespeare. Ch. 10, 38.5. Mikuni's spell.
"My Fair Lady" English nursery rhyme. Ch. 10 Mikuni's spell.
"Dracula" Bram Stoker. Ch. 12, 30. Hugh.
"Romeo and Juliet" William Shakespeare. Ch. 23, 34. Hyde, Ophelia.
"Faust" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Ch. 29 Johannes.
"Through the Looking-Glass" Lewis Carroll. Ch. 29, events. Mikuni, Johannes.
"Julius Caesar" William Shakespeare. Ch. 23 Hyde.
"Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" Robert Stevenson. Ch. 23, 37. Hyde, Licht.
"Macbeth" William Shakespeare. Ch. 24, 31. Kuro, Saint Germain, Mahiru.
"Night on the Galactic Railroad" Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 26. Higan.
"The Little Prince" Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Ch 30, 67. Kuro, Mahiru, Sloth demon, Gear, probably Jeje.
"Hamlet" William Shakespeare. Ch. 33, 34. Hyde, Ophelia.
"The Phantom of the Opera" Gaston Leroux. Ch. 36 Licht and Hyde technique.
"Peter and Wendy" James Barry. Ch. 44, 56, 74. Tsurugi, Touma, Mahiru.
"Ring a Ring o' Roses" nursery rhyme. Ch. 53 Junichiro's spell.
“Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens” James Barry. Ch. 53, 75. Tsurugi, Touma.
"Death in Venice" Thomas Mann. Ch. 55 Gilbert technique.
"Total Eclipse" a play by Christopher Hampton. Ch. 55 Rayscent's technique.
"The Morning of the Last Farewell" Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 57.5 Tsubaki.
"Spring and Asura" Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 57.5 Tsubaki.
"The Catcher in the Rye" Jerome Salinger. Ch. 62 Shuhei.
"Four and Twenty Blackbirds" Agatha Christie. Ch. 62 Shuhei's spell.
"Metamorphosis" Franz Kafka. Ch. 62 Shamrock technique.
“The Nighhawk's Star” Kenji Miyazawa. Ch. 62, 76. Shamrock technique.
"Rock-a-bye Baby" an English lullaby. Ch. 70 Touma's spell.
“Schlafe, mein Prinzchen, schlaf ein” lullaby. Ch. 70 Touma's spell.
"Who Killed Cock Robin" an English nursery rhyme. Ch. 70 Yumikage's spell.
"The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" Lyman Frank Baum. Ch. 70, 88. Tsukimitsu brothers’ spells.
"Daddy-Long-Legs" Jean Webster. Ch. 74. Dark Night Trio, Touma.
"The Divine Comedy" Dante Alighieri. Ch. 118, 120, 121. Niccolo, Ildio, Gluttony demon.
“A Brute's Love” (人でなしの恋) Edogawa Rampo. Ch. 122 Mikuni, Lily.
"Coppelia" ballet Leo Delibes. Chapter 122 Mikuni, Lily.
"Salome" Oscar Wilde. Ch. 122 Mikuni, Lily.
"Turandot" opera by Giacomo Puccini based on the play by Carlo Gozzi. Ch. 129. Lily's technique.
"The Tempest" William Shakespeare. Ch. 131. Licht and Hyde.
"The Old Man and the Sea" Ernest Hemingway. Ch. 134 Hugh.
"Flowers for Algernon" Daniel Keyes. Ch. 135 Hugh.
"Jane Eyre" Charlotte Brontë. Ch. 136. Hokaze.
"Madama Butterfly" opera by Giacomo Puccini. Ch. 136. Lily.
"Hansel and Gretel" the Brothers Grimm. Ch. 140. Faust and Otogiri.
Music
"Für Elise" by Ludwig van Beethoven. Ch. 34
"Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" by Johann Sebastian Bach. Ch. 125
Movies
"It's a Wonderful Life" (1946). Ch. 131
"Life is Beautiful" (1997). Ch. 131
I believe this list can be expanded. Somewhere I’ve written only chaps when some reference was mentioned for the first time and omitted all further mentions.
Special thanks to hello-vampire-kitty, joydoesathing and passmeabook, because some works wouldn’t be included in the list without their observations.
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request: soft daddy!pro bakugo x little!reader age play comfort drabble for @heartofjasmina ♡
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you snuggled into katsuki’s arms in your comfiest onesie, one with long sleeves and snaps at the crotch and cute little animals printed on the fabric. he’d even put cozy socks on your feet and braided your hair after getting you bathed.
“alright, little one, open up,” he said softly. he slipped in your pacifier into your mouth.
you buried your head into his shoulder, pulling your stuffed bunny closer. “today was icky, daddy,” you said.
for anyone else, your speech might have been difficult to understand, but katsuki had listened to you talk with a pacifier enough to have little trouble.
“i know, punkin. but daddy’s here now. time to let all that go. can you do that for me?” he said.
you nodded as heat bloomed on your cheeks.
“good, that’s my girl.” he gave you a kiss on the head.
katsuki pulled the blankets over you both and grabbed books off the nightstand nearby. “daddy picked two bedtime stories. which one would you like?”
your hand hovered over a well worn copy of winnie the pooh, but you hesitated.
“can… can i has both, please?” you asked quietly.
katsuki grinned, and his heart filled with warmth. “of course, princess.”
he set the second book down and started with your favorite, with pictures of christopher robin and his little brown bear. the warmth in katsuki’s gruff voice was soothing as he read. you clung closely to him as the pages turned, one leg wrapped over one of his, a hand on his waist. try as you might to keep your eyelids open, they grew heavier with every passing word, and by the end of the book you were fast asleep in his arms. but true to his word, he softly read the second book through as you slept. he turned off the lamp on his nightstand and pulled you closer still as he laid down, drifting off to sleep with you.
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the pain of letting you go- e.m (epilogue)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader
Summary: a few years have passed since your lunch at the diner with eddie
Warnings: birthday shenanigans, fluff, domestic!eddie, best uncle steve and aunt robin ever, mentions of sex, suggestive language
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: the finale has arrived! thank you to everyone for the continued support, i have loved writing this series and loved hearing your theories and suggestions! reminder: if the topic is sensitive for you, please do not read. enjoy! :) -sava
september 1994
The fall leaves swirl around the backyard as you watch a gaggle of kids run past you, their giggles filling the blocked off outdoor space and warming your heart. You watch your son Christopher smile, the party hat situated on his growing mane of hair waving about as he runs with his friends. It was hard to believe that your baby boy was ten years old. Double digits. It feels like yesterday that you and Eddie were holding him in your arms, newborn home straight from the hospital and ready to begin your new lives as parents.
You find yourself half-paying attention to the conversations happening around you, the parents talking amongst themselves as you try to add to their different topics sporadically, silently wishing for some of your own friends to show up and save you. There was nothing wrong with the parents of your son's friends, other than how quick they were to gossip about and judge you a few years back. You were just wanting to crave any actual conversation with people you loved.
“Auntie Robin has arrived,” Robin announces from inside the house. You stand from your position on one of the chairs situated outside, sliding open the back door of your home to come and greet her. Bags are hanging to her sides as she lets out a small squeal, rushing over to hug you tight. Wrapping your arms around her, you return the gesture, happy to have her here to help endure the countless screaming children and judgmental parents that made your life all the much harder four years ago, but insisting that it no longer bothered you for the sake of the kids.
"Where's Vickie?" You question.
"She'll be by later, she's wrapping a few things up she had planned out a while ago. I tried telling her that the kids don't want to go to band practice on a Saturday, but she said they needed the extra practice before heading to their competition next weekend," she explains. She looks around the house for a moment, chin resting on your shoulder as she takes in the decorations.
“Can't believe it's taking me this long still getting used to the new house. The old one just held so many memories, ya know? But I do like the upgrade,” Robin tells you, breaking away from the hug and sending a smile your way. You take the bags from her and place them on the coffee table, guiding her into the kitchen for a snack or something to drink.
“It definitely was time for the upgrade. With my promotion money plus Eddie’s hefty contribution, we definitely could afford it,” you explain a bit, pouring a glass of water and offering it to her. She takes it and gulps it down, sighing in relief before her brows twist in a bit of concern.
“Speaking of, where is Eddie? Is he outside with the rest of the kiddos?” She asks, looking through the large window in the kitchen to try and spot him.
“Actually, I think he’s upstairs with-“
“Here we are!” Eddie blurts out, darting from around the corner and greeting you both. “Sorry to keep you waiting sweetheart. Kas here decided she didn’t want to wear the outfit Mommy laid out for her, so she gave Daddy some grief. But we worked it out, didn't we Kas?”
You reach out for the two-year-old, hands resting underneath her tiny armpits and bringing her close to your body, placing her on your hip. Eddie reaches out to plant a kiss on your lips, a quick peck before offering a hug to Robin. You raise your index finger and play with your daughter, tickling her chubby cheeks and watching her giggle.
“Now why didn’t you want to wear the pretty dress Momma laid out for you, babygirl?” You ask her, your voice pitched up as you stare at her in wonder. You turn to Eddie with a smile, taking in his slicked back hair and nicer attire before opening your mouth once more. “How’d you convince our little stubborn princess to wear it?”
“I may or may not have promised her a big piece of cake,” he admits, coming over and wrapping his arms around you. You shake your head, laughing as you play with your daughter’s hair a bit. Robin sets the glass of water down, looking between you two for a moment before reaching her arms out. You give in and hand Kassandra over to her godmother, watching the smile on Robin’s face grow as she begins to dance to the low music playing in the living room, extending your daughter’s arm in an attempt to dance around with her.
Robin makes her way into the living room, leaving you and Eddie alone in the kitchen. His hands find purchase on your hips, tugging you close to him as he dips down to take your lips in his again, making sure to take longer now that your hands are baby-free. You bring a hand up to cup his cheek, melting into the kiss as you taste his minty fresh breath. Eddie sighs, his fingers hooking into the loops of your jeans and trying to tug you closer, leaving no room between you as your bodies press together.
“Alright, alright. It’s still a kids birthday party after all. No need to scar any kids today,” you tease, pulling away from his as you play with his beautiful brown curls. He smiles as you, hands still on your hips as he traces random patterns into them with his thumbs.
“Okay, okay,” he says, admitting defeat. You chortle, looking deep into his eyes before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and peeling yourself from him. “I called for pizza on the phone upstairs, so it should be here shortly. Cake is still in the fridge, away from the tiny grubby fingers. Do you need me to do anything?”
“No, I think everything is handled right now,” you tell him, flashing him a smile. He comes over and presses a kiss to your shoulder, before you both turn to the sound of the door opening. You walk towards the front door, watching Steve and a very pregnant Nancy come into view, your smiles stretching as you greet them.
“How are you guys?! I feel like it’s been forever since we properly hung out, even if it was just three weeks ago,” you ask, retreating to Eddie, who is quick to wrap an arm around your waist.
“Yeah, I know! I’ve been pulling a couple weekend shifts at the Hawkins Post since my due date is coming up. Trying to get everything situated there before I start maternity leave,” Nancy explains, extending the gift resting in her arms to you. You're quick to put it on the table with the others, jogging back and nuzzling into Eddie's warm figure.
“I still can’t believe you took the job there after all the shit that went down during your internship back in ’85,” you let out, shaking your head. She laughs, rest her hand on Steve’s arm as she nods.
“Oh trust me, I know. I was really worried about going back but the new management is so much better, and with all the creative freedom I was promised and have now received, helped with the decision. Plus Steve here," she looks to him, smile big and bright as she rests a hand on his arm. "Helped convince me to move back and take the job. And I'm glad I did, I’m really happy there. Hey, is there somewhere I could sit? My back pain has been horrible since the third trimester started.”
Nodding, you lead Nancy towards the backyard, allowing her to take the seat you were sitting in before Robin's arrival. Meanwhile inside the house, Eddie clasps a hand on Steve’s shoulder, a smirk situated onto his face as the two boys watch you make your way outside. Eddie turns to Steve, who has a face full of admiration.
“Can’t believe you’re finally gonna be a dad man. I’m really happy for you and Wheeler. You have everything ready? The due date's coming up soon, right? Couple weeks now?” Eddie asks him.
“You know she doesn’t go by Wheeler anymore, right? Like we've been married for two years now man.” Steve chuckles out.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Old habits die hard I guess,” Eddie lets out, shaking his head as he walks into the kitchen.
"But yeah, we've got everything ready. Nursery is done and the bag for the hospital is packed. Baby proofing has been done for a bit now, so we're just waiting for the main event."
“That's really great to hear, I can't wait to meet the little guy. You want something to drink, man? We have sodas and water out in the coolers, as well as some juice boxes, and for us adults,” he pulls out a couple of beers. “We have brewskies.”
Steve reaches out, taking the beer from the metalhead's hand and clinking it against his. Twisting off the cap, he brings the glass bottle to his lips and lets out a sigh, relishing in the crisp taste.
“So how was the tour?” Steve asks. Eddie’s eyebrows lift as he tears the bottle away from his lips, nodding as he wipes the small amount of beer dripping from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
“It was awesome! We had an amazing turn out, which was metal as hell. Really happy it happened during the summer so I could take little man on the road with me for a few stops, and he loved it. It was tough being away from Y/N and Kas for so long though, so I’m glad to be back home for a good bit,” he tells Steve, smiling as he peeks out the window at the sight of you, hands moving everywhere as you animatedly talk with Nancy.
“That’s great, I’m happy for you man. And I’m really glad things worked out between you and Y/N. I know it was a bit difficult a few years back, but I had faith that the two of you would work your problems out and get back to being the annoying loving couple everyone knows you to be,” Steve teases. Eddie smiles, a blush creeping onto his cheeks at his friend’s kind words. He clasps a hand on his shoulder again, nodding at the words.
The sound of the doorbell pulls Eddie from the conversation, excusing himself from Steve as he jogs to the door to greet the pizza delivery person. Grabbing the multiple boxes of pies, he tips them and bids them a good day, shutting the door with his foot as he walks through the house towards the backyard, carefully gripping and balancing the tower of boxes.
“Alright kiddos, it’s pizza time!” Eddie shouts playfully, letting out a “woohoo” as he sets the boxes down and starts laying them out on the table. He flips open a box and takes a big whiff, sighing in content as the delicious smell flows through his nose.
You watch from your spot next to Nancy as the child line up by the snack table, Eddie taking orders and dishing out the slices, making jokes and hearing the kids roar in laughter. You can’t help but beam at him, which doesn’t go unnoticed by both Nancy and Robin.
“So how have things been now that Eddie’s home from tour? Happy to have him home?” Robin asks, handing your daughter back to you as she begins to cry and using her now free hands to scoot closer to Nancy, forming a small circle between the three of you.
“It’s been good! Like, really good. I missed him a lot but I know he was out doing what he loves and what was important to him. I'm just glad he's back now so the bed doesn't feel empty anymore. Not to mention that we've-” you look around you, making sure there are no children within earshot before covering your daughter’s ears. “We’ve been having sex like…non stop. It’s fucking amazing, like mind-blowing orgasms left and right, multiple times a day even, but I’m almost worried that I’m gonna get pregnant again if we keep going at it like we have been.”
“Would that be such a bad thing? Do you see yourself having a third?” Nancy asks, letting out some laughs. You bite your lip and think for a moment, before nodding.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to another. I mean, we have room for one more in the new house, so that wouldn’t be an issue. I think I’d want to wait a few more years before trying again though, that way I can soak up my time with baby Kassandra here before trying to tackle that all over again,” you answer, nuzzling into your daughter and tickling her sides, an adorable chortle coming from deep in her chest. The group of you laugh at your daughter’s cuteness, rubbing your finger at her chin to coax more giggles out of her.
“That’s really good! Happy things are working out between you too, really,” Robin lets out, rubbing your arm gently.
“Sorry to interrupt ladies,” Eddie cuts in, sliding in between the small gap of the seats and holding out a plate of food to you. Nancy takes the plate for you as you hand off your daughter to him, watching his eyes become bright and his smile stretching as he makes eye contact with her. He lifts her up into the air, shaking her around and pulling more laughter from her tiny body. You thank Nancy and take your plate, eyeing Eddie and Kas as your heart melts at their behavior.
The idea that your marriage nearly came crumbling down four years ago felt weird to think back on, considering how things have evolved since then. Some days aren’t as picture perfect as other, and the negative thoughts haven't left your head completely, but it isn't nearly as bad as things were all those years ago. You were content with where you both stood, with the two of you still attending therapy every few months and communicating with one another about certain problems that may arise. But ultimately? You were in a much better place than you found yourself at Christopher’s sixth birthday party.
Christopher runs up to you, smiling as he shows you his empty plate. You laugh at the boy, tussling his hair a bit as you pull him onto your lap and take a bite of your pizza.
“Hey Robin, do you mind taking a family photo of the four of us?” You ask, reaching over towards the outside side table and grabbing one of the disposable cameras you bought for the party. She nods, taking the device from you as you playfully pinch Eddie on the leg, waving him over as he dramatically gasps.
He sits down in the chair Robin was in, scooting it closer to you and turning it to face her. Resting Kassandra on his lap, he reaches around to lay an arm on your shoulder, bringing you closer as you all crouch into one another, the biggest smiles adorning your faces as you wait for the camera to snap the memory into existence forever. The flash goes off, freezing the moment in time before Christopher hops off your lap and takes off running after his friends. Eddie’s figure stays close to you, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your cheek before moving his lips closer to your ear.
“I love you so much sweetheart,” he whispers, pulling away with a grin. Looking into his eyes, you can't help the genuine grin that creeps onto your face, handing resting on his knee as your chest fills with awe.
“I love you too baby. Now give me my daughter and go get ready to bring the cake out, you big sap.” You tell him, before moving your own lips close to his ear. “I’ll show you just how much I love you later tonight, big boy.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female!reader#eddie munson x afab reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#stranger things#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things imagine#stranger things fluff#steve harrington#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#fluff#fanfic#fanfiction#the pain of letting you go#tpolyg#strangermarvelss
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trans male rom coms !! or any trans rom coms if there are not that many published !!! happy endings please !!!
so these might not all be romantic-comedies, but they are all Romances with a happy ending or Happily For Now, to the best of my knowledge; italicized titles are ones I've read myself and recommend as a transgender man
Contemporary Romance
(YA) Spy Stuff by Metzger, Matthew J.
Finding Your Feet by Lennox, Cass
(YA) Something Like Gravity by Smith, Amber
Don't Feed the Trolls by Kudisch, Erica (questioning masc NB)
(YA) Felix Ever After by Callender, Kacen (demiboy)
(YA) Stay Gold by McSmith, Tobly (hate crime, but happy ending)
Make a Circle by Joyce, Elliot
Cat's Got Your Heart by Zero, Jem
Life Underwater by Metzger, Matthew J.
Walking on Water by Metzger, Matthew J.
Reverb by Zabo, Anna
(YA) Meet Cute Diary by Lee, Emery
(YA) The Passing Playbook by Fitzsimons, Isaac
(YA) May the Best Man Win by Ellor, Z. R.
(YA) Jaya and Rasa: A Love Story by Patel, Sonia
(YA) A Million Quiet Revolutions by Gow, Robin (t4t)
(YA) Sharing Secrets by Metzger, Matthew J.
Coffee Boy by Chant, Austin
(YA) Rebel Boys and Rescue Dogs, or Things That Kiss with Teeth by Shrum, Brianna R.
(MG) On a Summer Night by Vidrine, Gabriel D.
Their Troublesome Crush by West, Xan
Acoustics by Price, London
(YA) The Feeling of Falling in Love by Deaver, Mason
(YA) Beating Heart Baby by Min, Lio
Welcome, Caller by Wright, M. Dean
Chef's Choice by Alexander, T. J. (t4t)
(YA) We Go Together by de Niverville, Abigail
(YA) If I Can GIve You That by Bulla, Michael Gray
(YA) Always the Almost by Underhill, Edward
A Shot in the Dark by Lee, Victoria
Historical Romance
The Companion by Ottoman, E. E. (t4t4t poly triad)
(YA) Self-Made Boys by McLemore, Anna-Marie
The Doctor's Discretion by Ottoman, E. E.
Fantasy / Sci-Fi / Paranormal Romance
(YA) The Heartbreak Bakery by Capetta, A. R. (NB x trans-masc)
(YA) Help Wanted by Emery, J. (questioning F, could be NB or ftm)
A Knight to Remember by Simkiss, Ceillie
(YA) Venom & Vow by McLemore, Anna-Marie
Mystery Romance
The Queer and the Restless by Ripper, Kris
(YA) A Fine Bromance by Moss, Christopher Hawthorne
full notes on representation and publishing info at qbdatabase.com
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Think, Think, Think //JTK
Summary: Late night bedtime stories told in Daddy's silly voices.
Characters: Jake x Tommy (son) x reader
Warnings: All the Dad!Jake fluff in the world.
Author's Note: Working off an idea from @writingcold, I hope I did it justice. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Winnie-the-Pooh, just borrowing a few excerpts...
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Exhaling as he closed the front door, Jake quietly sets his guitar case on the floor by the stairs and slowly sets his keys in the glass dish on the entry table. He starts to make his way towards the kitchen but gets stopped in his tracks when he hears a little voice calling from the stairs.
“Daddy..”
Turning on his heels, he finds Tommy slowly making his way down the steps. “What are you still doing awake?” Jake says as he walks over to the stairs.
“I wanted to stay up and wait for you.”
“Buddy, it is way past your bedtime.”
“I know but you said you’d read me a story before bed.”
Jake closes his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he realizes that he did promise Tommy he’d read him a bedtime story. “I did.. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Daddy, you’re here now.” Tommy says as he gives Jake a beaming smile.
Jake chuckles and picks Tommy up from the floor. “I am here now, so which story would you like me to read?” He says as carries Tommy back upstairs to his bedroom.
“Winnie-the-Pooh.”
“I am not surprised.” Jake says as he flicks on the lamp on Tommy’s dresser. He retrieves the book from the shelf on the wall and goes to sit in the rocking chair beside the window. Getting all settled in their bed. “Alright, shall we begin?”
Tommy eagerly nods his head and snuggles up to Jake on his lap. “Can you use your silly voice?”
“My silly voice?”
“Mmhmm, the one that makes you sound a little English or a pirate?”
Jake laughs but nods his head. “I will do that.” He clears his throat eliciting a giggle from Tommy.
“…Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders..
“One day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak tree, and from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzing noise.
“Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to think..”
“Think think think..” Tommy mimics as he stifles a yawn. Jake chuckles and runs his fingers through Tommy’s wavy hair as he continues on with the story.
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“Good morning, Christopher Robin.” He said.
“Good morning, Winnie-ther-Pooh,” said you.
“I wonder if you’ve got such a thing as a balloon about you?”
“A balloon?”
“Yes, I just said to myself coming along; ‘I wonder if Christopher Robin has such a thing as a balloon about him?’ I just said to myself, thinking of balloons, and wondering.”
“He wonders a lot..” Tommy says.
Jake smiles. “He is quite a curious bear, isn’t he?”
“Very much so.” Tommy says in agreement. “Keep going daddy.”
Jake clears his throat and looks down his nose through his glasses to find his spot where he had left off. “Ah, here we are. Okay..
“What do you want a balloon for?” you said.
Winnie-the-Pooh looked round to see that nobody was listening, put his paw to his mouth, and said in a deep whisper: “Honey!” Jake mimics the motions in the book sending Tommy in giggles.
“But you don’t get honey with balloons!”
“I do,” said Pooh.
“I bet Uncle Sammy could get honey with a balloon.” Tommy says. “He knows all about the science behind how things float.”
Jake chuckles as he rocks back and forth in the chair. “I think Uncle Sammy is a bit too heavy for a balloon to carry him.”
“Well not if he has a million balloons, then he’d be able to float. We should ask him.”
Jake scoffs and smiles. “We can ask him tomorrow.”
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“So, while you walked up and down and wondered if it would rain, Winne-the-Pooh sang this song:
How sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!
Every little cloud
Always sings aloud.
“How sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!”
It makes him very proud
To be a little Cloud.”
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Waking up the following morning, you turn over in bed to find it empty beside you. Climbing out of bed, you head down the hallway when you stop past Tommy’s bedroom. Fast asleep in the rocking chair with Tommy passed on top of him and the book open on his lap, Jake is there, his head resting on top of Tommy’s. His glasses still rest on the brim of his nose.
Quietly walking over, you pull Tommy from off of Jake and carry him over to the bed. Once you have tucked in for a couple more hours of sleep, you go back over to Jake and gently remove his glasses and set them on the table and you take the book and close it and place it beside his glasses.
Softly you wake him up. His eyes flutter open and he picks up his head. He looks at you, confusion clouding his eyes. “What?” He moans as he stretches.
You giggle and brush his hair out from in front of his face. “You fell asleep with Tommy.” You say as you help him stand from the chair.
“I had the weirdest dream..” He mumbles as you guide him out of Tommy’s bedroom and down the hall to your own.
“And what was this dream about?” You inquire as you help him undress.
“Sammy was floating in the air tied to a million balloons.”
You giggle at the image forming in your head. Getting him dressed in more comfortable clothes, you help him into bed and cuddle close to him.
“Who knew that reading Winnie-the-Pooh would give such eccentric dreams..” He mumbles as he curls his body around you and slowly falls back in his slumber.
#greta van fleet fic#jake kiszka fanfic#jake kiszka#jake kiszka fic#greta van fleet fanfic#greta van fleet#dad!jake
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2nd December!!!
Putting up the Christmas decorations. 🎄
Decorating
Pairing: Caregiver!Christopher Robin X Little!Reader.
Summary: Putting up Christmas decorations with Christopher.
Warnings: Nicknames (Sweetheart, Love, Sweetie, Angel)
‼️THIS IS NOT NSFW‼️
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Traditions were important.. holidays were important.. with Christopher Robin it was tradition to put up the Christmas decorations up during the first weekend of December.
And so Christopher Robin had turned on the radio, Christmas songs gently playing through the speaker.
The boxes of decorations came out from the cupboard being placed carefully on the living room floor.
As the music played the two of you started putting the lights on the tree. Christopher helped you wrap the lights around the tree before handing you the decorations one by one.
"Where should this one go sweetheart..?"
You put the bauble on the tree. The two of you finished putting the baubles and other decorations on the tree. There were quite a few to go on there, some traditional Christmas decorations red, green and gold in colour and some hand made decorations that the two of you hade made over the years...
"Love do you want to put the angel on top of the tree?"
You gasp. "Yes please!!!"
Christopher chuckles before helping you to put the angel on top of the tree.
"All done!!!"
"All done indeed sweetie."
The two of you stepped back and looked at the tree. He gave you a high five.
"You done a super good job angel!!!"
"I not the angel, the angel's on top of the tree" you say giggling.
"Silly me. That's right" Christopher smiles as you continue to look at how you decorated the tree.
#agere blog#sfw agere#sfw littlespace#sfw little post#little space#agere little#aewlittlerambles#sfw little community#aewlittlestories#disney agere#winnie the pooh agere#christopher robin agere#caregiver!Christopher Robin#little reader#little!reader
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Yellow Sunflower Sweaters - Christopher Robin X GN Reader
Title: Yellow Sunflower Sweaters
Christopher Robin X GN Reader
Additional Characters: Evelyn (Mentioned), Madeline (Mentioned), and some random OCs (Mentioned)
Requested by @micheleamidalajedi!!!
WC: 1,293
Warnings: Rain, divorce mentioned, anxiety, loneliness, nervous Christopher, dogs, 1960s, slight baby angst, and fluff
It was hard to get back into the dating scene. Especially for Christopher Robin. He was recently divorced with a kid he only really saw on the weekends. He let his ex-wife and his daughter have the home, finding a flat a couple of miles away. It was nice, in a good part of the city, but he was lonely. Something he hadn't felt in years. It was hard. Waking up alone, eating breakfast alone, doing anything alone. It was insanely quiet, the only thing breaking the silence was the radio he'd turn on just to hear something. He wanted to find love again. He wanted that second chance. So, Christopher went out on dates. But none of them worked out. He went on a date with a lady named Mary, but she was no match. The librarian from the nearby library, Ruth, but she wasn't a match either. For a year, he tried and tried to find that love connection... But it seemed fruitless. Everyone he went out with... He felt no… Spark.
Until, he was coming back from work, the rain pouring down on his umbrella when he heard barking. Looking up from the sidewalk, Christopher had no time to get out of the way as a large dog came barreling towards him. The dog, a mix of multiple breeds, definitely a Husky of some sort, but with an odd slightly scrunched face. The dog barked again, happily jumping up onto him, wet dirty paws landing on his pants. Slightly startled, Christopher couldn't help but pet the wet fluffy dog, as he stared down at the dog in awe.
"Goofy!" He heard someone yell, looking up at you and ran up to him and the dog, breathing heavily as you came to a stop. "Why do you keep running away?" Goofy plopped back to the ground, whining softly as you looked up at Christopher. "Oh! I am so sorry!" You gasped, placing a hand on your flushed cheeks in embarrassment. "He got you all dirty."
Christopher smiled, taking in the sight of you for a moment. You were just wearing some pants and a bright yellow sweater, hair matched down slightly from the rain as it poured down on you. "No worries. Your dog made my day." He reassured you, as you frowned cutely, shaking your head.
"No, I have to be sorry, Goofy ruined your pants." You continued to apologize as Christopher shook his own head.
"No, please don't apologize... It's nothing a good scrubbing can fix." He assured you, causing you to flush even more, though you smiled at him.
"If you're sure."
Christopher nodded, before gesturing to the dog, who began to slam his front paws in a small puddle a few feet away. "If I may ask, what breed is he?" He asked as you glanced back at your dog.
"Oh, he's a Siberian Husky and Chow Chow mix. He has the playfulness of a husky, and depending on the day he's a little prince." You chuckled, as Christopher smiled.
"Well, you’re beautiful." He complimented before his eyes widened, “I mean, he’s beautiful.” He corrected, making your cheeks flush more as he moved his umbrella over your head suddenly. "I'm sorry, you're getting soaked here."
You shook your head, "No, it's fine. It's my fault for running out of my home without a raincoat."
"Do you want me to walk you home? So you don't have to walk back in the rain?" He offered gently, trying not to seem creepy. But his concern for your well-being made him want to do anything to make you feel better. "I've got a lot of free time and..." He trailed off, realizing what he said.
You paused, blinking slowly. A smile spreads across your lips. "Really?" You asked excitedly. "Would you mind? I mean I don't want to impose-" You began as Christopher interrupted you.
"Not at all. My flat isn't too far away anyway."
You hummed, eyes looking at the man before you, he seemed nice, handsome definitely, but you were a bit wary. "Alright, if you say so. Thank you."
Walking under the umbrella with you, Goofy walked in front of you, prancing like a pony with his tongue sticking out happily. It was comfortably quiet as the rain pitter-pattered down upon the umbrella over you and Christopher.
"So," You began, "What's your name?"
"Christopher Robin." He answered automatically.
"What a fascinating name." You commented, "It's nice to meet you, Christopher Robin, I'm Y/N."
"Nice to meet you, Y/N." He replied, feeling oddly at ease with this conversation. You both continued to walk before Christopher spoke up, "So, your dog's name is Goofy?"
You nodded rapidly, "Yeah, cute right? I named him after Goofy from Aquamania. Have you ever seen it?" You asked, sounding very interested in his answer.
"Yes," He responded with a smile, watching you as your eyes lit up. “Nice movie.”
"I love that movie!" Your grin grew bigger as you continued talking about Goofy. "I saw it in the cinema and I instantly had to get myself a dog. So I went straight to the shelter afterward and bought Goofy." You explained excitedly as he continued to listen. "And now we're best friends."
"He is rather adorable." He agreed, glancing at the dog that was wagging his tail excitedly.
"Yeah," You glanced up at him briefly before stopping at the gate of your home. "Uh, thank you for walking me, Christopher. You really didn't have to." You apologized politely as Goofy barked happily, tail wagging harder than ever. "Uh, would you like to come in for tea?"
Christopher couldn't help but smile, as he nodded, "I would love to."
And that was the beginning of a friendship, and relationship, that could change both of your lives forever. That rainy day with you and Goofy was over six months ago, and Christopher was able to ask you out on your first date after the first month of meeting each other at cafes for tea. And Christopher was beyond happy, and proud to call you his girlfriend. He hadn't felt this way in such a long time. He felt like a kid again when he went ice skating with you or went to the movies to see the new Mary Poppins.
He remembered every single moment he spent with you, how happy and comfortable he was around you. Christopher was head over heels for you. You and your love of yellow and sunflowers. You and your love for Disney and anime. You for your nervous twitches and little obsessions. You. He was completely in love with you. And he knew he'd never be able to let you go. He loved listening to music with you and dancing with you most of the time. He loved your tattoos and watching true crime on the telly with you; cuddled up on the sofa.
And as for you, you felt like your life was finally falling into place. You had fallen for Christopher the moment he asked you out on a date, sunflowers in his hand. You'd found yourself unable to take your eyes off of him as he walked you home. He had been such a gentleman. Kissing you at the door before wishing you a safe evening. He made you laugh, made you feel special, and happy. And he treated you like a queen, giving you a flower crown and kissing your hand. You couldn't believe how lucky you were to meet such a man like Christopher Robin. To find such a wonderful guy, willing to spend his time making you breakfast, and to hold your hand as you walked home together. The two of you were meant to be, and you couldn't be happier.
#christopher robin#christopher robin 2018#christopher robin x reader#christopher robin x gn reader#christopher robin x you#christopher robin x y/n#fanfics#fanfiction#fanfic#fandom#requested#requests are open#requests open#request#requests#reqs open#fluff#slight angst#cute#disney
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first love // Something to believe
🎶something to believe by painting promises
(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader
[a/n] back from the grave and ready to start writing again I introduce to you... a new series! this is just the beginning of a new and painful adventure for our favourite boy Stevie, hope you enjoy! btw the upside down doesn't exist, Eddie lives and Nancy isn't Steve's Ex (everything else is normal though).
[warnings] none!
first love masterlist here!
Almost thirty and still painfully single, you’d come to the conclusion that maybe love just wasn’t for you. Sure your parents and friends loved you but nobody was In Love with you. Since freshman year of high school you’d been aware of your lack of romantic interests, wether it was Chad from biology who asked you out as a dare or Jake from math who was about as interesting as watching paint dry, nobody had seen you; nobody had wanted you.
Except for Steve.
At 14 you weren’t sure if it was his adorably nervous smile or shining brown orbs that drew you in but since the first moment your eyes met you fell head over heels for him. No matter how much your parents hounded you on your feelings for the cute chestnut haired boy you chalked everything down to a right place, right time kind of thing. In secret you were a fool in love, smiling like an idiot any time his name was mentioned and in public you were simply a best friend, his best friend.
While time passed and fate crowned him as the infamous ‘King Steve’ your feelings never faltered. Growing day by day, minute by minute, even when you were deemed a glorified personal assistant by his other so called ‘friends’, shunned aside among the ‘peasants’ unworthy of a royalties precious time. Short lived but a monumental time in his life, he managed to find his way back to you, like magnets yearning to meet, no matter the circumstances you could never be apart for long.
At 19 after watching him go through his fair share of girl friends and hookups you finally realised it was better to keep your feelings hidden. After all, trading years of friendship for one night of pleasure wasn’t worth it, not when you could have every other part of him, any day of the week, forever. In fact, if that was all you’d ever be you were more than happy to have the privilege of admiring him from afar even when it meant you’d never get close enough to call him yours.
By 20 you and Steve were still the bestest of friends, welcoming new additions to the ever growing group. The newest addition being Eddie Munson the resident 'freak' which he proudly claimed. Along with Robin and Nancy everything had been perfect, too perfect. That should've been the first red flag, the second being that you entertained the idea of falling for a guy named Christopher. You may not have loved him but that didn't make it any better when you found him in bed with one of his exes, his excuse being that he used your status as the 'golden girl' and best friend to the ex 'king' to make said ex jealous, no shocker but it worked.
You vividly remember Steve consoling you that same night, jokingly pointing out your awful taste in guys, if only he knew. Before stating something that would change the rest of your life forever.
Sat side by side basking in the humidity of the summer air you laughed and joked as Steve told you of yet another fail at family video. You had been sworn to secrecy as he recalled tripping over in order to escape one of his overly enthusiastic past hookups. Knowing full well if Dustin ever found out Steve would never know peace again.
You don't know quite how long had passed between the jokes and the comfortable silence that currently surrounded you, but you decided that if you had to stay in one moment forever, it would be right now. The warm beer in hand and head rested on Steve's shoulder as you watched the night pass by could never compare to the nights you'd spent alone or with Christopher. Steve was your home and you were his. Which is why he knew he had to take a chance. A very stupid, idiotic chance, but a chance nonetheless.
A pact.
If the two of you remained single at 30 you'd marry each other. It was a no brainer. There would be no more question about when you would finally settle down and find a decent husband, but it also satisfied the stupid societal standard of the white picket fence dream. Although, what that meant would entail was to be worried about at a later point. Besides, who knew if the pact would still be valid in 24 hours, let alone another ten years.
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[a/n] Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and encouraged!
other works available here!
Tagging some mutuals who might be interested? @munsonsreputation @sweetpeapod @mysticmunson @acourtofsnakes @jesus-in-the-womb @chvoswxtch
#pbs-thedesecrated#stranger things imagine#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#Steve Harrington#Steve Harrington imagine#Steve stranger things#Joe keery#steve stranger things#steve harrington angst#stranger things fics#x reader#Steve x reader#x female reader#stranger things x reader#steve harrington#steve x y/n#pbs-firstlove
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9 Fandom Peeps to get to know better:
👉 3 Ships You Like: Rogue/Gambit from X-Men, Sahed/Julia from Marionetta, and Damien/Robin from Forever After (though that's only by a smidge over Tank/Robin and Tank/Robin/Damien).
👉 First Ship Ever: Rogue/Gambit, without doubt. I've shipped them for 32 years--since I was 11 yo! They're still my OTP of all OTPs, and set my 'type' for all my fave OTPs to come.
👉 Last Song You Heard: Rain Paris' rock version of American Horror Show
👉 Favourite Childhood Book: Like, children's books? Pokey The Puppy and She-Ra. Chaptered books? Nancy Drew series, The Saddle Club series, the Thoroughbred series, The Black Stallion and The Island Stallion series...ummm...Fear Street books, Christopher Pike books, Patricia C Wren's Enchanted Forest Chronicles... and so, so, so many more. I was a book-eater from 2nd grade on.
👉Currently Reading: Nothing at the moment. All my Webtoons are on hiatus, and I'm too scattered to get tied down in a fic or a book at the moment.
👉Currently Watching: X-Men '97. Fantastic show, 10/10 would recommend!!
👉Currently Consuming: Water. Really trying to be better about that!
👉Currently Craving: Nothing. I'm very content at the moment. I'm full, hydrated, relaxing into the evening, and blessedly left alone. Life is good:)
Tagging anyone who wants to!
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okie dokie so here's the fandom list and the characters i'll write for. i will update this at times so yeah, here we go.
supernatural (dean winchester, sam winchester (not soulless or lucifer sam though), castiel, lucifer, balthazar, bobby (platonic only for jack and charlie))
911 and 911 lone star (tk strand, carlos reyes, evan buckley, eddie diaz, paul strickland, christopher diaz (platonic only), chimney, hen, owen strand)
stranger things (eddie munson, steve harrington, the kids (only platonic), robin buckley (platonic only), nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, argyle, hopper, joyce)
house md (gregory house, james wilson, lisa cuddy and i can write foreman, chase and cameron but i can't promise it will be good. also im only on like season 3 so yeah.)
doctor who (any new who doctors and companions and friends tho coz im writing male reader bill, jenny and vastra will be platonic only coz otherwise that just feels weird also probably platonic for yaz and 13. also any masters because i love them and am obsessed with them)
hannibal (just hannibal and will coz im only on like the first season so it'll be based on vibes mostly)
star wars (like anyone basically just not palpatine and the creepy bad guys like the blue one or moff gideon. i am obsessed with clones and bounty hunters so yeah!)
batfam and dc (anyone basically coz ive got a pretty good grasp of most of their characters. if anyone requests the joker, i will probs mean like lego batman or the animated tv shows joker so the one who isn't an ass and is a bit gay. if they're lesbians, it will be platonic though.)
marvel (anyone like please just give me ideas of marvel stuff to write. i will need like a really good idea to be convinced to write for tony because he pisses me off sometimes. also team red and loki tv show are like my favs so i will write actual masterpieces for those)
criminal minds (the bau gang and also clyde easter like please just request him for giggles otherwise i'll just write stuff for him unprompted)
the mentalist, castle and bones (just the main crews)
good omens (aziraphale and crowley (platonic only) also like any of the other characters besides metatron because i wanna murder him in his sleep (: so yep)
marauders (the marauders obvs, the Valkyries and the Slytherins)
sherlock bbc (sherlock, john, molly, jim, greg, mycroft)
star trek (the one with chris pine) (bones, kirk, spock, scotty) (i can do the old tv show, i just haven't watched much)
the addams family (im talking like the live action movies and the animated because i watched one episode of wednesday and it sucked ngl so yeah. ill write for the whole family so yeppity yep)
shameless (the gallaghers tho not lip and debbie when they're in their problematic arcs mostly because im not up to there and also kev and v but only platonic for them and mickey ofc)
kingsman (eggsy, harry, merlin, agent whiskey)
ghosts bbc (any of the ghosts and also allison and mike)
gravity falls (anyone basically except for gideon and his dad)
hades the video game (anyone tho i don't think anyone would request this)
the x-files (mulder, scully, skinner, the lone gunmen)
spiderverse (hobie, miles, gwen, noir, pav, peter b parker, miles universe peter, miguel (only if you wanna get into a fight with him))
person of interest (reese, finch, fosco, carter, root) (i'm only on s2, i think)
i think thats it so yeah! :)
please send in requests tho ive got no idea if anyone will see this but yeah!
#x male reader#x m!reader#hades the game#stranger things#fanfic#x gn reader#x reader#shameless#ghosts bbc#kingsman#dc#batfam#gravity falls#the addams family#the mandalorian#boba fett#marvel#team red#loki#criminal minds#good omens#supernatural#doctor who#hannibal#star wars#911#911 lone star#the mentalist#castle#bones
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Seasons greetings to you and yours,
May your holiday be bright, and filled with the joys of the season. I hope the universe brings you peace no matter how you choose to spend your time. Here is to prosperity, and to health, and happiness for the New Year ahead.
With love, and light
Ryan
Dottie, Elwood, Knots 🐾 & Lickabod the salamander
( Greetings card art by Ophelia Three, sourced from Redbubble )
Gift hamper containing aromatherapy oils, gluten and dairy free gingerbread cookies in crescent shapes, homemade cranberry and orange jam, sweet onion chutney, wildflower seeds to plant in the Spring, soy candles, and mistletoe.
(If I haven’t tagged you I’m so sorry!! This is for everyone in the group, so if you’re seeing this and you’re not tagged, this is yours too!! 💞)
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#( I thought I'd send this out a couple of days early before the festive rush! or before I forgot!! )#( I appreciate you all. I wish I could gift you all something irl you're all so sweet )#( for RP purposes. personals do not interact )#❝ IT'S SNOWING ON PALM TREES ❞ ▐ christmas posts
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