#bug's blurb sleepover

[lovebugism]

Omg bug we need a part two of “mean” Eddie and reader going on their little date 🤭 if you are up for writing it ofc 😌

pt. 2 of this fic

You didn’t show.

Maybe you just got lost. Eddie figures he shouldn’t have expected someone like you to know where The Hideout was. Or maybe you lost track of time. — but he’d told you the doors opened at seven o’clock sharp, and you’d repeated it back to him. He knows you did because you’d said it in that voice you use when you get all shy, as soft and as low as your meek gaze when you peered at him through your lashes.

But you weren’t just late. You weren’t fashionably late, either. You just never showed up.

Eddie wishes he didn’t care as much as he did.

He told himself he didn’t when you weren’t there at seven, but he looked for you in the meager crowd of twenty when eight o’clock rolled around anyway. 

He’d wanted to see you in the front row. He dreamt of putting on the best show The Hideout’s ever seen right before dedicating some cheesy love ballad to you. 

“This is for a really special someone in the crowd tonight,” he would’ve said into the microphone that smelled like beer. “You know who you are. Don’t let this go to your head, either, alright?” 

He even made the band practice Hysteria by Def Leppard so he could play it for you that night — so the lyrics could tell you everything he couldn’t — but you weren’t there to hear them. 

They ended up playing Love Bites instead.

He spends another two hours moonlighting as a rockstar.

Still in his ripped jeans and eyeliner, he slings a towel over his shoulder and ties an apron around his waist — a busboy all over again. He always forgets how sleazy The Hideout is until he’s got to clean it up. 

He mops sticky floors and wipes down grimy tables and tries to ignore the stinging in his chest every time he remembers that you were supposed to keep him company through it all.

A knock sounds at the front door at eleven o’clock. 

It’s Tuesday night — the place is empty now. Eddie’s been around long enough to know when drunks are out looking for a fix.

“We’re closed!” he shouts, more focused on scrapping off the syrupy ringed stain on the table than the relentless inebriate outside.

“C’mon, Eddie, it’s cold!” a familiar voice pleads, muffled through the door. “You’re not mad enough to let me freeze to death out here, are you?”

Eddie nearly breaks his neck with how quickly he turns to look over his shoulder. 

You stand behind the foggy glass, mostly blurry but still beautiful. The bouquet of purple and red tulips is nearly as pretty as the smile your pair them with. Your floral skirt swishes around your ankles as the wind blows. Eddie winches when he sees you shiver.

He rushes to the door, scrambling with the keyring clipped to his belt loop. His sweaty hands fumble with the chain. It takes him three tries to get it in the lock. 

“Shit. Sorry,” he stammers. “I didn’t think it was you.”

“I figured. It’s okay.” 

You walk through the door he holds open for you, the spring night breeze following close behind. Eddie shuts and locks the door again.

You spin on your heel to face him and hold the flowers out between you. “These are for you,” you tell him — soft and low and timid.

Eddie grins.

“These are very metal, sweetheart,” he teases. The plastic wrapping crinkles as he takes them by the stem.

“I felt bad for being so late,” you grimace. “Didn’t want to show up empty-handed.”

“What flower shop is even open this time of night?”

“Zippy’s,” you answer curtly, gaze ducking down to your shoes a moment later.

“You went to a gas station all the way across town to get me flowers?”

You nod.

“No wonder you were late,” he scoffs. 

He saunters past you, then spins so he’s walking backward and facing you. His wild hair sways around his face. He clutches the bouquet to his chest. “Here I thought you off seeing some other schmuck.”

You roll your eyes, knowing no other schmuck has ever given you the time of day like Eddie has.

“I was late because of work,” you correct. Before you know it, you’re rambling. “I wasn’t on schedule for closing, but my asshole manager wouldn’t let me clock out. And I couldn’t call you because I don’t have your number, and I couldn’t find The Hideout in the yellow pages because it’s so old and—”

“Hey. It’s okay,” Eddie assures, practically cooing. It’s the softest he’s ever been with you, and he looks at you just the same — chocolate eyes melting as they twinkle at you. You’re left grieving his gaze when he turns to set the flowers on the counter. 

“You’re here now. That’s all that matters.” 

Through burning cheeks, you tease. “I thought we agreed you weren’t gonna get soft on me.”

“Oh? You thought that meant I cared that you came?” he scoffs, obviously joking. 

He squints down at you when you appear at his side — turns and presses his hip into the counter, and props his elbow along the top of it. “I’m just happy I got you outta the house. You’re like a damn hermit, you never do anything fun.”

Your face scrunches in discontent. “I have fun!” you correct.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Eddie retorts, nudging your shoulder as he walks past you again — this time heading toward the kitchen. “Sit down. I’ll make you something to eat.”

You’re grateful when he walks to the back without looking over his shoulder at you, lest he become a witness to the beam on your lips that’s far too bright to hide.

Eddie Munson is totally soft on you. 

It’s a good thing, too. Because you’re all but melting for him now.

You sit at the bar with a sweaty beer in your hand. “It’s obviously cheap, but it goes down sweet enough,” Eddie warned when he’d handed it to you. You sip from it, leaning back in your chair with your feet thrown on the one beside you — totally unable to take your eyes off the boy.

You watch through the partition behind the counter as Eddie makes a haphazard effort of basketing leftover chicken tenders and fries. He sets them beneath an orange lamp to warm again.

“A rockstar, busboy, and chef, huh?” you lilt, hiding your smile behind the beer you bring to your lips. “What else can you do?”

“When there’s a pretty girl in front of me?” he retorts as he swipes the crumbs from his palms. He looks at you with a smug grin and shrugs. “Just about anything, I’d guess.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Flirt with me. It’s gross. We don’t do that.”

Eddie laughs to himself, honey eyes squinting. “I’ve been flirting with you for about a year and a half now, sweetheart, but… Thanks for finally noticing.”

He carries the ruby red baskets in both hands when he comes out to sit next to you. You slide your legs off the stool for him — an invitation to be close to you without either of you having to ask.

“Am I gonna get food poisoning from this?” you joke, holding the greasy chicken strip between your fingers.

“The cook made them today,” he scoffs, already tossing a fry into his mouth. He talks as he chews. “Besides, we’d be getting sick together. What’s more romantic than that?”

God, you even think he’s cute when he talks with his mouth full. You’re so far gone for him, it’s not even funny.

Eddie smiles when you take a bite. Your eyes flutter shut on their own accord, your empty stomach thanking you. 

“Good, huh?”

“Amazing,” you correct.

“Gross bars make the best food, I swear.”

You laugh softly together. Def Leppard croons from the speakers overhead. You wonder if Eddie knew this was your favorite band or if your favorite song is only playing by chance. You’re warmed either way.

“How was, uh… How was the show?” you ask him, as curious as you are desperate to fill the silence.

Eddie wipes his palms on his jeans and nods. “It was okay. Same as usual — the crowd was drunk enough to enjoy anything we did.”

“I’m sure it was great,” you retort at his self-deprecating tone, picking shyly at the fries rather than meeting his gaze. “I’m sorry I missed it.”

He figures he doesn’t need to tell you about his bleeding heart that was close to breaking a couple of hours ago. You put a bandage over it the second you showed up at The Hideout — with flowers, no less. He’s just glad that you came at all. He meant it when he said that none of the rest matters.

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie shrugs through the food in his cheek. “There’s always next time.”

You grin and knock the leg of his chair with your foot. “Already asking me out on a second date, huh?”

“If that’s what you wanna call it,” he jokes through glowing cheeks. He tilts his head towards his shoulder. “But I’m not paying for your ticket next time, princess.”

Your smile widens. You prop your cheek on your knuckles, unabashedly gazing over at him. “That’s okay. I’ll be in the front row either way.”

“Promise?” Eddie’s lilt edges on teasing and sincerity. He momentarily abandons his own food as he mirrors your positioning, not realizing he’s leaning closer to you until he’s already doing it.

“Promise,” you nod with a smile so bright he thinks it could rival the sun.

He continues to shorten the distance between you — coming closer closer closer. You watch him, amused, and with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

You want him to kiss you. No, fuck that, you need him to kiss you. But more than anything, you need him to do it first — a cheeky little something to over his head when you’re kissing him later.

And you don’t mean to laugh, but the thought makes a giggle spill from your lips before you can stop it.

The bubbly sound knocks Eddie from his stupor. 

The tip of his nose just barely brushes your own. His glazed-over eyes fly open. He remains still, his breath fanning over your cupid’s bow, as he blinks owlishly at you. The pretty pink mouth he was about to kiss you with falls softly agape. 

His head jerks backward a second later, almost in disgust. 

“Shit. Sorry,” he curses. His body shifts away from yours completely as he turns his attention to his half-eaten basket of fries. “That was— That wasn’t cool of me.”

Still smiling, you reach a hand out for his leather-clad forearm. You caress him soothingly there in reassurance. “No. It’s okay—”

“No, that was really fucking weird,” he says, forcing out a laugh.

“Right?” you scoff. “Why would Eddie Munson, the chef-busboy-rockstar, wanna kiss a girl like me?”

He exhales sharply through his nose, tilting his wild head to his shoulder to look at you. 

He finds you with a gleam in your eye, one that’s not usually there because, most times, he’s too busy making fun of you.  A smile hints at the corners of your mouth, barely there and beautiful. It’s a bit smug — twinkling with the satisfaction of finally having the upper hand.

Eddie figures it might pay off to be soft with you sometimes. He never wants you to stop looking at him like this.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he confesses quietly.

Your smile widens. “I know.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats again, eyes flitting away from yours.

“Don’t be,” you promise. Your nose scrunches softly. “…Wanna give it another go?”

His gaze snaps back up to yours. He has to fight the urge to tease you, lest he ruin the moment he’s been thinking about for months. He’ll be damned if he lets the opportunity slip away from him now.

“Sure you’re not gonna laugh at me this time?” he lilts, looking at you from halfway beneath his lashes.

“I’m not gonna laugh at you,” you promise, though a grin’s already threatening to pull at your mouth.

“Promise?”

“Well, I can show you better than I can tell you.”

You let Eddie lean in first. He exhales a heavy breath from his nose that fans against your skin when your lips collide. The rosy plush of them lock with yours like they were made to do it. His palms rise to your jaw, keeping you tucked neatly against him when the moment threatens to pull you away. 

Your hands migrate to the lapel of his leather jacket. You tug him further to you — a promise that you’re not going anywhere.

You don’t laugh into his kiss this time.

You smile.

#bug's blurb sleepover #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie spaghetti drabble #st drabbles #published by bug #mean!eddie munson

[stevie-petey]

HIHIHIHII can i please request a blurb where bug jon steve and nancy have a sleepover or having fun together? and maybe the kids can be included?

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND UR WORK UGH MAKES ME WANNA CRY 😭🎀

of course ! n thank you for the compliment omg

enjoy <3

"dude, what if jonathan had become your brother or something?" mike asks dustin with disgust in his voice as he watches you and jonathan help arrange the picnic blanket. nancy helps steve with the platters of food you had so carefully prepared. it's the first day of spring and youd been adamant that you, all the teens, and the party have a small picnic in the park to get some fresh air.

"dude!" dustin hits his shoulder, entirely unamused. "dont remind me about that, it was a close call."

"at least he isnt dating your sister now." mike groans.

max slides next to him on the park bench. "who is dating who again?"

"nancy is with jonathan and y/n has some weird thing with steve going on." lucas explains, but even he doesnt quite understand a lot of it still, and he frowns. "although, for a while there we thought jonathan and y/n would get married while nancy was with steve."

"they were not going to get married." dustin shrieks, absolutely horrified by that idea.

"im confused." now max is the one that frowns. "so jonathan and y/n werent dating?"

"yes." dustin and mike say, while lucas and will say, "no."

"that wasnt an answer." el points out, slightly confused yet content to listen to the conversation.

maxs frown deepens, now completely confused about the relationships between all the teens. "none of you are helping."

suddenly you appear, steve following close behind, and you flick dustins ear. "if you guys are done gossiping about our love lives, im about to lay the cake out."

"ow!" your brother rubs his now sore ear. "whyd you flick me?"

"you were the closest." you shrug at him before glancing at max. "and to answer your question: no, i never dated jonathan."

"allegedly," steve whispers, winking at the kids, which causes them to laugh. when you turn to glare at him, he quickly shuts his mouth and gulps. "sorry?"

you roll your eyes at him and point towards the cake still in his car. "grab the dessert before i throw something at you."

"yes maam," he sighs, ducking his head down as he hurries over to the car to retrieve the cake.

the kids laugh again, this time at steves expense, and nancy and jonathan now join. when notice the laughter, nancy looks around and tries to understand what shes missed. "did something happen?"

dustin opens his mouth, but you quickly cover it in fear of what he may say. "nope, nothing. now, lets all just grab our food-"

a scream, followed by a thud of two bodies colliding, interrupts you.

everyone turns towards the source of the sound and find steve and jonathan, covered in cake, sprawled on the ground.

immediately the kids lose their minds laughing, dustin practically falls off of the bench as he hunches over in laughter. meanwhile, you and nancy rush over to the teens in concern yet slight amusement.

you stand over steve and jonathan, a smirk on your face. they look so fucking pathetic covered in cake. "now, boys. what did your mothers say about playing with your food?"

"not funny," jonathan grumbles, wiping cream out of his eyes before angrily pointing at steve. "someone decided to trip over a tree branch and take the other down with him."

"was it you?" nancy asks innocently, a glint in her eyes. you giggle at her quip while jonathan closes his eyes and sighs.

steve gives everyone a thumbs up, though its hard to tell due to his finger covered in a thick layer of cake. he sees this, thinks for a moment, and then brings his thumb to his mouth. "mmm, not bad, y/n. this a new recipe?"

you and nancy groan in unison while the kids all look at one another in varying states of disbelief. mike looks disappointed, dustin is ashamed, el is still giggling, and lucas just puts his face in his hands.

"seriously, im expected to believe that y/n saw something in those two?" max says out loud to no one in particular.

"nancy, too." mike sighs, now even more disappointed.

dustin drops his head down onto the picnic table and sighs as well. "i dont wanna talk about it."

#ask #anon #m speaks #come home blurb #m’s writing #set in between seasons 2 and 3 ! #steve n jon vs a cake: failed

[drewsbuzzcut]

First Sleepover

nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg

a so it goes blurb

warnings: mentions panic attacks and insecurities and I think that’s all

Dallas jumps up and down, squealing before she charges at Nick. He smiles big, opening his arms for her.

“Baby, oh my god, you played so well. You looked really hot out there,” she rambles, both hands on his cheeks, making his lips pucker up.

He sets the girl down, bringing her into a tight hug.

“Thanks, June bug. I had my good luck charm in the audience,” he leans his head down, whispering against the skin of her cheek before pressing a quick kiss there.

She pulls away, her flushed cheeks gathering his attention. He brings a thumb up to rub at the scarlet flesh. Dallas’ chest heaves, her heart racing at his touch. She grabs his hand, placing it over her heart while staring into his sparkling eyes.

“You’re such a flirt,” she says.

Nick laughs that laugh that makes Dallas want to crumble. His laugh is everything to her. He leans down to press a chaste kiss on her lips, but she just chases after him as the kiss ends too quickly.

“Spend the night with me,” Nick suggests, connecting their hands.

“I don’t have extra clothes with me and I need a shower,” she pouts at him.

“Take a shower in my shower. You can wear one of my shirts or sweatpants if you want.”

Dallas stays quiet, contemplating the idea even though she desperately wants to. She may be a bit nervous because it’d be the first time they spent a night together. A part of her feels like everything within her relationship is moving at the speed of light. She only hopes her head can keep up with her heart.

“Deal,” she agrees, hoping her smile is enough to mask her underlying insecurities.

Nick looks up, secretly thanking his lucky stars before he’s guiding her to his dorm.

Dallas keeps her shower short and to the point, instead of taking up time performing a solo concert.

She feels a sense of comfort wearing one of Nick’s hockey shirts, covered in the scent of his shampoo and his body wash. It’s only when she steps out and sees him sitting up in his bed that she feels slight awkwardness take over. The girl is just now realizing that they’ll be extra close in a confined space, and she feels like she might have a panic attack. This is all so new to her, she’s never been one to be so domestic with a significant other.

His head snaps up when he hears her, smiling at her figure covered in his shirt. He pats the bed, beckoning her to join him. She takes her time in her small trek, her hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt. She takes one last deep breath before she settles next to him, under his comforter.

Nick turns out the light, getting comfortable in the silence. He reaches his hand out, finding Dallas’ and holding onto her. When he feels her tense up, he lets go and she wants to berate herself for it. They both lay there, tense and unsure about how to sleep together. The hockey player tosses and turns, each nerve ending in his body desires to hold onto her.

“Nick?” She quietly calls out, finding his hand under the covers.

“Yeah?”

“You seem uncomfortable,” she points out.

“I’m fine,” he denies it.

“You can cuddle me, you know. Sorry if I seem a bit tense, this is just new to me, but you can touch me. I promise,” she assures him.

He slowly scoots closer to her, one of his arms wrapping around her waist. It’s still not enough to put him to sleep, though.

They toss and turn together, switching from spooning to laying down, facing each other.

They each let out huffs, beginning to grow frustrated.

“Hold me however you want,” she whispers, turning to face him, her fingers combing through his hair while she lets her lips leave faint kisses on his jaw.

He leans up on his elbows, watching Dallas breathe in and out. He eventually moves to lay on top of her. Chest to chest with his body in between her legs. His head rests on her boobs. Nick’s breathing begins to even out once Dallas starts rubbing at the sore muscles in his back. She can feel his body go lax against her.

Soon, she’s falling asleep as her heart syncs its rhythm with his. When they wake up the next morning, they’re still in the same position.

a/n: Just a little idea I had, enjoy!

#nick moldenhauer #nick moldenhauer x oc #nick moldenhauer x reader #nick x dallas #umich imagine #umich hockey #so it goes au

[athena-writes-i-guess]

Masterlist

Hello! I’m Athena-writes-I-guess, welcome to my Masterlist!

I exclusively write for Eddie Munson. I currently have an ongoing series and I write one-shots and drabbles.

My requests are open if you are interested in a fic!

Mixtape

Series Summary: You’ve just moved from Los Angeles to Hawkins to finish your senior year and you meet Eddie Munson, who offers to help you find a place in your new school. (Ongoing)

Pairing: Eddie Munson X alt!fem!reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 

Part 5 (added 7/31/22)

One Shots:

Mistletoe 

Summary: Dustin hatches a scheme to get you and Eddie together (I suck at these summaries I’m sorry)

The Piercing 

Summary: Eddie keeps you distracted while you get a bellybutton piercing

Sick Day 

Summary: Eddie comes over to keep you company while you’re sick and reads The Hobbit to you

First Time 

Summary: You take your best friend Eddie to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show for the first time.

Scare Zone (added 10/31/22)

Summary: Eddie finds a flier for the first ever Hawkins Scare Zone and asks you to go with him.

Drabbles:

*Drabbles are written to be as GN and ambiguously described as possible so all can read*

“What are you going to do about it?”

Sleepily drawing letters into the others back

Distracting kisses while doing homework

“You’re not allowed to pick the movie ever again”

“It’s too early to get up, let’s stay right here.”

Having a spicy dream about the other person Part 2

“You’re awfully cocky for someone so ticklish”

“I’m yours, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m not staring at you, I’m admiring you”

Kissing sleeping partner on the cheek

“I don’t care what they think. To me you’re perfect.”

“Napping is absolutely a date”

Tentative kisses given in the dark

“I love you.” “I know.”

Going through memories

Drunken confessions

“I had no where else to go”

“I love the way you say my name”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

“You can’t kick me out, it’s my bed.”

“No! The cat has had enough cuddles, it’s my turn!”

“Is that my shirt?” “Don’t you mean our shirt?”

Bug bites

Having a midnight picnic

“Happy Birthday”

“You and I are going to make a blanket fort.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Passing grade

“You and I are going to make a blanket fort.”

Fever

“You’re my favorite person.”

Shaky Hands

Sender keeps tossing popcorn/other food at receiver, trying to get them to catch it in their mouth

“Do you have to proclaim your love every time we go out?”

“Sweetheart, are you okay? When did you last eat?”

“Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.”

“Who did this to you?” and “Wait. Did you hear that?”

“You bought me flowers?”

Sleepover anxiety

“Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!”

“Who did this to you?”

First Embrace

Tickle fight

Sharing Body Heat

**Requests are open for one-shots/blurbs either in this story with this reader or stand alone with different readers! ** (I do not write smut though(yet))

Drabble Request Prompt List

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #eddie x f!reader #eddie fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x f!reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #fanfic

[tarzinnia]

Positivity Night Shout Out

This is for @withahappyrefrain 's Positivity Night. What a great idea! I hope I did this correctly Abby.

I follow a number of creators and some of them even follow me back! It's been a great experience and so here is some appreciation and good vibes...thanks Abby for doing this!

In no particular order and some with a lil blurb lagniappe as I've gotten to know them. This is long but ya know, I'm not at the Oscars on a time limit so read it or keep scrolling past. Your choice.

@blooming-violets aka @eatbrainsfordinner gave me some great advice when I first joined on how not to get blocked due to blog appearance and has an amazing library of fics that sent me down a rabbit hole. Plus in possession of a side-holding you will fall out of your chair sense of humor. Laughter can give us hope and I know that some of her comment/replies just put me in a better frame of mind.

@liz-allyn whose mob!peter fic Sugar and Vice (all of her work really) just blows me away. If you haven't got Honey, life just isn't sweet at all at all. All her content just radiates emotion. Depth. It's all there.

@webslingingslasher such a talent and so very very kind to everyone. Am enthralled with nerd!peter/frat!peter. I have no clue where the late night sleepover energy comes from though. I am in awe.

@sincericida no one tops her blog for Andrew Garfield content. No one. I check it more frequently than I do the daily news. Could get lost for days with the top tier content. A real sweetheart, too. Always answers asks.

@luvablehand a winsome writer with great imagination. Absolutely love that there is an updated list of WIPs on the blog so I know what is coming.

@periprose Nice blogger and her Peter Parker is adorable. Completed chapter fic Florence is great.

@theradioactivespidergwen aka @she-likesorchids great writer across multiple fandoms and great wit. We share a love of various sandwiches, know that dressing is superior to stuffing, and think sweater weather is amazing. It's glorious.

@reidslovely haunting haunting writing that stays with me. Love our interactions when I have questions about a story/plot/character. Has been writing more mob!peter and I am a member of the mob!peter fan club for life.

@loveroftoomanyfandoms I came for the Peter Parker fics and somehow acquired a Matt Murdock on the hot guy keyfob. Personality shines through on her blog and is such a joy. ((HUGS)) Always love interacting and living vicariously through the 'where is Charlie this week' adventures. (Couple more months and he's going to be eating some mighty fine food in NOLA) Our food chats have been awesome and when food found it's way as the theme in a story, well I cannot say enough about how enjoyable that's been.

@p3mybeloved another great Spider-man fandom creator. Read on here and AO3.

@ficthots writes for the fandom that is number one in my heart (TASM) and LIghtning Bugs makes me cry but it's that good kind of tears.

@delicate-dorothea sweet sweet writing that is addictive to read. Really looking forward to continuing to read and follow.

@backtothefanfiction someone I just started following but wow, am currently enthralled with a multi chapter mob!peter fic (The Angel In The Garden Of Evil) that has blown me away. Been a lot of fun to follow the character arcs and the twists and turns. Love writing essays for this creator when I reblog because the back and forth has been wonderful and enriching. I know the longer series can be so hard to write and maintain but they are a feast when you can find them. I've had a front row seat and am looking forward to more works in the future.

@helloheyhihowdyheya Love her works. Reading Rose Thorn Blues right now, and if asked to pick a fave out of the masterlist of Spider-man fics I'm not sure I could because they're all my babies.

@thursdaygxrls so much imagination in her writing, love it and love all the fics. Am currently following two: Thin Ice and Infrunami.

@withahappyrefrain Abby, whose Peter Parker won me over from the get go and then wrote TGM fics that added more hot male characters to the keyfob. Perfect sense of humor, never afraid to call out haters, and you just glow with sunshine and flowers right when I need it most. Big hugs and a shout out.

Other bloggers reblogging content is how I ran across many of you listed above so readers and content creators: reblog whatever you enjoy because it's really what keeps Tumblr active and engaging. When I'm not writing, I'm enjoying what others create and the inspiration and encouragement and words you share is wonderful and thank you for the effort you put into what you do!

#tumblr writers #fanfiction #content #tasm fanfiction #tasm #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #andrew garfield #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter parker #amazing spider-man #spider-man #mob!peter #mob!peter fan club #mob!peter parker #frat!peter #nerd!peter #top gun maverick fanfic #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock #matt murdock fanfic #tasm fanfic #positivity night #jake and venus

[treesandtheirberries]

Dad!Harry talks to his daughter about her questioning sexuality

A/N: might make this into a blurb series? so presh. if you have any concepts around this, send them my way. 

wc: 2,249

June was Harry and Y/N’s first baby, their biggest accomplishment before they were soon having another child. June was currently 13, the awkward age of Middle School, puberty, and overall questioning of identity. Y/N and Harry wanted this weird stage to be a smooth transition. They always encouraged her to express herself, with clothes, in hobbies, with their conversations. Although their first child, they both felt as though they managed to get through the difficulties of becoming a parent easily (thanks to the massive amount of parenting books, from birth to adolescence, that Harry kept buying while June was still in the womb). 

Yet, there is only so much you can prepare your child for, and surely you can’t be there to guide them through every difficulty. Harry and Y/N weren’t sure if June would question her sexuality as both of them weren’t straight, they didn’t know if the process was the same for heterosexuals. But they never skirted around the topic. If anything, they encouraged watching same-sex couples in movies and such, even having many friends who had families with someone of the same gender (or a partner that was non-binary). 

Harry hoped that this would be an excellent way to acclimate their children to the varying diversity of the world. Y/N grew up with racial diversity, but anything deviant from heterosexuality or cisgender was heavily frowned upon. They hoped that with their lack of omission of the varying aspects of identity their children would have the opportunity to understand themselves easier rather than constantly question their identity. 

They forgot to take into account that this was simply a stage in adolescence they had to endure though, as Eric Erickson put it: a fight between identity and role confusion. And June was currently right at the center of it.

June, even as a child, was usually calm and they rarely had problems with her being fussy like they do with the twins, Mazzy and Mick (named after the artists constantly playing on their home turntable). Thus, any changes were quickly noticed in her behavior. 

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Picking up the kids from daycare and June from school was on the top of Y/N’s list of things to do for the day. She adored seeing everyone’s faces after a day at work and seeing their warm smiles and tight hugs always brightened her mood. 

Today, things seemed different. 

June jumped into the front seat with a grunt, a frown, and even went as far as throwing her bag onto the floor of the car forcefully. This was generally out of character, except Y/N and Harry have noticed these bursts of anger more recently. 

“What’s eating at ‘ya bug?” Y/N calmly asked, wanting to maintain a balance of emotions although knowing June was perhaps all over the place as most teenagers are. 

June rubbed her hands on the top of her thighs and noticeably took a few deep breaths; a calming tactic her father taught her when she was younger to calm herself. She took a few more breaths until facing her mother to talk. “Sage didn’t want to hang out this weekend,” she finishes, the frown being found on her face once again.

“Oh, is she busy? Thought you two were having a sleepover at home?” Y/N inquired. She knew Sage and her daughter were best friends since the beginning of sixth grade, and she hoped they would maintain their friendship although she knew the ups and downs adolescents faced it might not be possible.

“She said she’s going to the mall with Rye.”

“As in the bread?” Y/N chuckled, trying to lift the mood.

June rolled her eyes, another behavior that has risen in frequency. “No mom. A boy. That she likes.” She grumbled crossing her arms and sinking further into the seat.

“Oooooh I see what’s going on here, Sage is going on a date!” She rose her voice to a pitch of puppy love, which didn’t sit well with June. 

“We promised we wouldn’t date boys in Middle School. They’re all so stupid and ugly. I don’t get why she’s ditching me for him.” 

Y/N was a bit surprised by this. Harry and she have talked about the day they’d have to worry about June’s infatuation with others and they were dreading it. Hearing that June didn’t have interest in it now was a relief, but of course, this whole conversation was concerning. 

“I understand, not the nicest to make plans with someone when she already made some with you. But June-bug, you guys are teenagers. Of course, she’s going to take an opportunity to go on a date with a freaking boy!”

“Language momma!” Mick yelled, the three-year-olds’ well acquainted with naughty words.

“I guess. Just rude s’all.” June finished with another grumble. She wasn’t known for throwing huge fits, and her outbursts were usually this short. 

Still, Y/N knew that this would be something that would affect her for the rest of the week. Her daughter is calm but incredibly sensitive, and the two parents have learned how to work through her internal struggles. She decided to ask the usual question during June’s turmoils: “wanna talk to dad about it?” 

“Yes please.”

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Harry was finishing washing the plates as Y/N was getting the twins ready for bed. The small domestic moments like these reminded Harry of how lucky he was to have a family like his. He noticed June’s mood as soon as everyone entered the house, and once Y/N confirmed they would need to talk later, Harry was preparing himself to support his daughter through her problems. Y/N and he were definitely lucky with their firstborn being like June. Sometimes he’ll credit his efforts in teaching June meditation early, and depending on the day, Y/N agrees. 

As he dries the plates to put back in their cupboards, June walks in. 

“Hiya bug. C’mere give Poppa hug.”

June rolls her eyes (he’s having a hard time adjusting to these teenager habits) and walks closer to her father. Although she’s extremely close with both of her parents, there is a timeless connection she has with her father. “Not a child anymore dad. And please, do not call yourself poppa again. You’re not that old yet.” She mumbled in his chest, clearly needing the affection.

“Mom said you wanted to talk? Want her there?”

“Uhm. Maybe we could just talk in my room please.” 

“Of course, let me just put these plates all back” Harry smiled, only letting go of the hug once he felt June move away. A small trick he learned from his mother after she attacked him with countless parenting trips: never let go in a hug with your child, let them determine when the hug is over. It gives them more comfort and stability in their lives and although he saw this as minimal, he understood its significance.

“I’ll help.”

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As they walked to June’s room, they caught Y/N walking back from the twins’ room. “Hey baby, twins are done for. I’ll be in the room. “ She pecks Harry quick on the lips and turns to June to wrap her in a hug. “Love you cutie,” she winks at June as she goes to her room.

“Love you momma” June smiles, happy that she has a supportive family like this one. 

“I’ll be there in a bit,” Harry smiles, his arm going back to June’s shoulders, giving it a squeeze. 

Once they get to her room, both take a seat on June’s bed. Her back is on the headboard while Harry sits at the edge facing her, cross-legged. Every once in a while June would request to speak to Harry, Y/N,  or both of her parents on the issues bothering her. Harry and Y/N were proud of having a daughter that felt comfortable enough to communicate with her parents, and they always were looking for new ways to enrich themselves with the issues kids have a different ages. 

“Speak to me June, what’s on your mind lady?” Harry starts, initiating the push. He can tell that she’s struggling to bring her thoughts to words.

“Did you....well. How did you ... realize you didn’t like ... uhm, just girls?” She hesitantly asked, too flustered to look at her father on such a strange topic. 

Oh, it’s happening, Harry thought. “Well, I was pretty young, I guess around your age, and I realized that I just wasn’t fully straight. It developed from there I guess, I talked to a few friends about it, spoke to your grandma, and eventually met a boy I really liked. It was really scary, I’m not going to lie, figuring out my feelings at that point. After that, it wasn’t a big deal and everyone in the family understood. I just knew something like gender wasn’t a big deal to me, and if I liked someone I liked them. But it’s different for everyone. Your mom can tell you how she found out she’s bi.”

June was soaking in the information her father gave her. She knew both of her parents weren’t straight, but hearing how they found it out was something entirely different. It wasn’t that she was foreign to the concept, but in personal terms, it was utterly confusing. 

She finally looked to her father, giving him a small smile at the personal information he shared. They were a very open family, but something about this felt even more personal. “But, did you ever think you were faking it?” 

“Not really, but you already know how pretentious your father is,” he chuckled, lighting the mood. “Your mother, as she’ll tell you, had a completely different experience. Said she struggled for years thinking she was either faking it or actually completely gay! She once told me that she just couldn’t disclose it with anyone, and that led her to a lot of contemplation. But if you’re feeling this way too, I need you to know your mother and I are here to support you in any way we can.”

“Dad,” June scrunched her eyes looking down at her crossed legs. “I think I might like girls. Or at least, I think. After Sage told me she’d ditched me I just realized I don’t like her just as a friend.” 

At this moment, tears began to form in her eyes from all the confusion. Instantly Harry brought her into aa encompassing bear hug, keeping her safe in his chest. It hurt him to see her going through this dilemma, the inter-workings of adolescents were never fun. 

“It’s just,” June suddenly choked on a sob, grasping her dad’s hoodie. Harry began to rub her back for support. “I like her I think. Like really like her dad. I don’t want her to date a boy, I want to date her. But she won’t like me and...I don’t know! Why did this have to happen to me!” She continued, clearly soaking his hoodie.

“Oh baby, please don’t ever think this is a bad thing. Sexuality is a spectrum, many of our friends are somewhere on it, and you already know Elizabeth and Mary are married. This is a beautiful thing to discover baby. But yes, I won’t lie to you, it’s going to be hard. There may be times you like someone who doesn’t like girls but bug, that’s simply life.”

“What if I am dad. I don’t know if I like boys at all.”

“Then you are. As simple as that. You can label how you feel or not, it’s all about what feels most comfortable to you. As you know, your mother and I will be here to support you in any way we can. If you like girls, so be it, you’re still our daughter and you know that. If you like boys, which I mean yuck,” he imitated a gagging noise, rising a laugh out of June “then okay. Both or everyone? It’s all okay bub. I do want you to think about it, It might take some time to accept it but we’re accepting you any way you are. You’re so beautiful and strong, and your sexuality doesn’t diminish that in any way.” He made sure to hug her tightly as he said this, expressing his full support. 

“Dad, thank you.” June exhaled, releasing herself to wipe her tears. 

“Of course, June. I’m so happy you were able to tell me this, I know it must’ve been hard.”

After a deep breath, June looked calmer after her small crisis. “I knew you guys would be okay with anything but it’s just, much harder than I expected to really like your friend who doesn’t like you.”

“It’s hard, so so hard. Ask your mum, seriously I swear she told me she also liked one of her friends at your age. Universal gay experience perhaps?” Harry pondered. 

June gave a small laugh to that. “Yeah, I’ll ask. I don’t want her to think I left her out of this, it’s just that I’ve heard about your sexuality in the media more.”

“Pesky things, but I understand. It was so hard for your mom in comparison to me. Do you want me to let her know first, is it okay that I let her know you might be questioning?” He gave her daughter a sincere inquisitive look, valuing consent over everything. 

“Yeah, of course. Probably talk to her tomorrow after we drop the twins off. I really appreciate it, dad.”

“No problem bug. Let’s get you tucked away.” 

__________ part 2

OH MY GOD this is my first I HOPE YOU LIKE. please any feedback would be so sexy. 

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[yourmidnightlover]

comfort blurb request??? maybe Spencer is just taking the absolute most care for you and making sure you’re okay after a hard case

cw: case mentions, mention of abusive and neglectful parents, unsub dies, crying, kind of a breakdown by the reader, spencer being a very nice little bean. *please let me know if ive missed anything*

a/n: so this turned out far longer than i anticipated but i love it nonetheless. thank you for the request, love <3

you were attached.

you couldn’t help it either.

spencer could tell

as you looked at the unsub from around the corner with a sense of sympathy, he recognized a part of himself on similar cases. when an unsub was schizophrenic, or when an unsub had been bullied, or when they had a drug problem that had been forced on them.

but for you, he couldn’t tell why you sympathized with this unsub. they’ve worked cases with unsubs just like this one - while all unsubs are different, their backgrounds tend to meld together on occasion.

in this situation it was abusive parents that would neglect them, no siblings, no grandparents or aunts or uncles to turn to… they were alone and were forced to cope with their own insanity. this unsub… he had nowhere to turn for his own depression and anxiety and he had to cope in some sort of way. he just chose to do that by killing.

now, on the jet ride back home, with 1 hour left, spencer walked over to sit beside you on the couch. for the duration of the ride, you hadn’t been talking. you hadn’t been reading. you were just sitting there in silence, clearly lost in your own thoughts.

the unsub had been shot. he was breaking down. he was going to shoot you. you would’ve let him. hotch took the shot that you couldn’t take. you were angry with him at first. you clutched his shirt in your hands, yet hotch didn’t care. he held onto your shoulders and looked at you with that same look of sympathy you had for the unsub. he hugged your shoulders as you cried into his vest.

“he didn’t deserve that!” you sobbed into his vest. “he just wanted to be okay…”

“i know,” hotch stroked your shoulders, soothing you until spencer walked over.

he took your hands from his shirt and wrapped them around spencer, knowing you’d want your best friend’s shoulder to cry on instead of your boss’s. spencer looked at hotch with a look of confusion, clearly not knowing why she was so upset.

“ask,” he informed spencer, patting his shoulder before walking away, leaving the two of you alone.

he practically carried you to the car. you were barely strong enough to keep yourself from tripping over your feet. spencer was your crutch, and that’s how he liked it. you had spent so long putting up this strong front for everyone, it only took one case for it to finally wear down the last of your walls.

“how about we have a sleepover when we get back?” spencer asked, finally breaking you from your trance as you turned to face him sitting beside you on the couch.

you didn’t say anything. you merely nodded and rested your head on his shoulder, trying to conceal the tears that had continued to flow from his gesture of kindness. he wrapped his arms around you and laid down on the couch, allowing you to rest on his chest for the duration of the ride. he knew you weren’t asleep. but perhaps a little piece of your mind was able to stop racing around because of his presence.

everyone saw it go down. but they didn’t say anything. it was obvious the two of you were closer than friends. the way you would put each other before anything, the way you would both simply look at each other. you always hung out after work when you were able to. you would have sleepovers with one another. you would do each other’s work. you would eat lunch together. you would get coffee together… you get the gist.

so seeing him comfort you so tenderly after the breakdown you had… it felt warm. although, derek didn’t hesitate snapping a picture of the way you cuddled into spencer’s chest, his eyes closed with content so he could send it to his babygirl later.

once you got off the jet, hotch dismissed everyone home for two days, something about getting some well needed rest and rehabilitation.

spencer began to drive your car to your place, thinking you’d want to be in the comfort of your own apartment. once you saw him make the turn towards your place rather than his own, you reached across the console and grasped his arm.

“what?” he asked with a questioning tone.

you shook your head, “i don’t wanna go to my place,” you continued to shake your head rapidly as he pulled the car over.

“hey, hey,” he placed his hand on the sides of your face to ground you. “we’ll go to mine, alright? whatever you need, we’ll get you,” you finally nodded your head before spencer reached over and kissed your forehead.

so, he took you to his apartment. he wanted you to feel safe, and if going to his place would provide that, then he would supply. he insisted on carrying your bags so you could walk on your own, so you did. but the second you were inside, he dropped the bags by the couch and wrapped you in his arms once more.

“go lie down on my bed, alright?” he whispered in your ear. “i’ll order us takeout and get you some tea. you get comfortable.”

you nodded and kissed the side of his neck before he released you, his hand lingering on your waist as you began walking down the hallway. his eyes lingered on your figure as you walked away, your arms wrapped around yourself as you entered his room.

he sighed before turning back to make your tea. perhaps chamomile would help you relax. he picked up the phone while the water was boiling and ordered you your favorite takeout. after the order was placed, he poured the boiling water into a mug with the tea bag and a dash of honey for sweetness.

“hey, bug,” he called as he entered the room. you were sitting on the edge of the bed, arms still wrapped around yourself in a self-soothing manner as he sat beside you. “here’s your tea, and the food should be here in around 20 more minutes.”

“okay,” you sighed as you took the cup from him, taking a sip. “thank you - for everything.”

“you don’t need to thank me,” he told you. “i’m happy to make sure my best friend knows she’s cared for.”

“no, i need to thank you,” you sniffled. “it’s not very often that i actually need to be taken care of, and i’m just not used to it. i’ve spent most of my life caring for myself and others and… and i really needed this - needed you,” you placed your free hand on top of his and gently squeezed it.

“i would take care of you forever,” he whispered, the look in his eyes telling you that he meant every word.

“i love you.”

“i love you.”

you both said in unison.

spencer’s eyes searched yours for the same meaning his portrayed - yours secretly doing the same.

“i’m in love with you,” you sniffled. “i have been for a while,” you shrugged.

“i am too - in love with you,” he smiled. “i’m so in love with you it hurts. when i saw you crying, i… i wanted to take it all on myself. you don’t deserve to hurt. you’re the one person who actually cares about people and takes care of them with no expectations.”

“thank you,” you grinned. “i know you want to know why i was so upset tonight, but…”

“you don’t have to tell me anything if you aren’t ready,” his hand gently squeezed your thigh.

knock. knock. knock

spencer rose from his seat on the bed and retrieved the food. he returned to see you scooted up to one side of the bed - the side you always slept on during your sleepovers. your tea was sat down on the bedside table and your legs in criss-cross applesauce position.

“hey,” he knocked on the door so he wouldn’t startle you.

“hey,” you smiled as he climbed in bed beside you.

he began passing out the food, and you ate in silence. it was a comfortable silence, one that the two of you had become accustomed to. your arms would accidentally touch, causing the both of you to blush and smile like idiots at the other.

once you were finished, spencer cleaned up the food and you went to brush your teeth, him doing the same after you. upon his return, you were already in your night clothes - a large t-shirt and some shorts you’ve had for ages. your makeup was removed and your hair was in a messy bun at the bottom of your head.

“you’re beautiful,” spencer couldn’t help but speak as he went to change his clothes.

“so are you,” you spoke up quietly. “i don’t think people tell you that often enough.”

“i’m supposed to be taking care of you,” he chuckled as he grabbed a pair of old sweatpants to change into. he came back in an immediately cuddled up next to you in bed. “how do you wanna cuddle? or do you even want to cuddle?”

“is that even a question? of course i wanna cuddle,” you scoffed as you took his right arm and began snuggling with it, your fingers intertwined with his, your head rested on his chest as his free hand was tracing circles on your waist. “i love you so much, spencer.”

“i love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

“say it again, please,” he felt his skin begin to dampen where your eyes were.

“i love you,” he moved his free hand to stroke your hair.

“again, please,” you sniffled.

“i love you, y/n,” he whispered. “i love you so much,” he continued. “i love your kindness. i love your spirit. i love your generosity. i love your humility. i love everything about you. i will always love you,” pressing one more kiss to your forehead, he heard your steady breaths and knew you had finally fallen asleep.

and in that moment, with you clutching his arm as you snored softly, he knew that he’d never let you go.

[topsytervy]

Little Walks Down Memory Lane

JJ Maybank x reader

Blurb: While going to pick up your sister from a sleepover, you and JJ think back on some of your favorite moments of him and your family.

Warnings: mention of abuse, i really dont know what else. I'm new at this.

Word Count: 3.2k

*quick note in case you dont know: 

Y/L/N ~ Your Last Name

Y/M/N ~ Your Moms Name

and I'm putting this one because I truly can't remember if I put it but just in case

Y/D/N ~ Your Dads Name

The only person I assigned a name to was your sister.*

Italics are flashbacks. 

First post on this account. This is totally all over the place I'm not going to lie but hey maybe posting stuff like this will help me improve my writing. Also, theres bound to be at least some spelling mistakes, don't mind them.

Okay. I hope you enjoy :)

**********

"Hey JJ," you greeted, opening the door as your boyfriend stumbled in.

You winced as you got a look at his black eye and busted lip before linking your arm around his and leading him to the kitchen.

You grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and handed it to him before wetting a paper towel and lightly dabbing his lip.

"So, Rafe or…" you railed off, not really wanting to mention his father.

"Yeah. Rafe." He confirmed as he held the ice pack to his eye.

Rafe and his minions never gave you trouble, possibly because the one time they did your father overheard and was not a happy camper. The look on their faces when you showed up to midsummers later that night was priceless as your father made a comment to the Cameron boy about how nicely his oldest daughter cleaned up for someone who lived on the cut.

However, they loved to mess with Pope, John B, and JJ. You and Kiara often being told to keep the pogue boys in check or it would get ugly, only for the pair of you to tell Kelce, Rafe and Topper to fuck off.

Despite the good amount of money your parents made, you guys lived on the cut.  Your parents wanted you and your younger sister to be humble and compassionate, unlike some kids who lived on figure 8. They made sure you and your sister knew that they would not be there to bail either of you out of trouble, unlike some other kook parents. 

Although, Sierra was eleven, so she wasn't really getting into trouble besides eavesdropping on your conversations. 

"Hold that there," you told him, placing his other hand on the paper towel.

You pulled down a box of mac and cheese and put on some water to boil.

"You missed out on the kegger at the boneyard," JJ commented.

You turned to face him before leaning against the counter.

"Oh, really?" You raised an eyebrow, a smile softly crossing your lips

JJ nodded.

"Oh yeah. I practically killed Rafe.”

You rolled your eyes at him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“You missed,” The blonde stated, a smirk settling on his lips.

“Did I now?” You asked, feigning confusion.

JJ put the ice pack and paper towel down before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Yeah, this is the target.” He informed you, taking one of his arms away from your waist and motioning to his lips.

He started leaning in when the landline began to ring, causing him to groan as you reached around him to grab the handset.

JJ pouted as you held up a finger to the blonde and answered the phone 

"Hello." You said into the receiver as JJ pressed light kisses to your shoulder. 

You giggled lightly at the action. 

"Can you come pick me up? I don’t want to be here anymore." Your sister’s voice came through the phone in a hushed tone.

"Sierra, I can't drive and I don't feel like listening to you complain while walking home." You told her.

You looked at JJ, who had stopped kissing your shoulder and had a questioning look on his face.

"She's at a sleepover and she’s fed up with it," You whispered to him as you pulled the phone away from your mouth.

"Your mom's car is here, right?" He asked.

You nodded.

"And lucky for you a certain dashing blonde who is standing in your kitchen can drive." He grinned.

"Wait, young Leonardo DiCaprio is in my kitchen?" You joked, looking around.

JJ shot you a look before you pecked his lips and sighed. 

"Okay. Be outside in 10 minutes." You told Sierra.

"Thanks." She said before hanging up.

You turned off the stove before you grabbed your mom's car keys and tossed them to the boy who caught them with ease.

You went barefoot and led the way to your moms car, climbing into the passenger seat as JJ slid into the driver side.

"You sure you're good to drive?" You asked, remembering that he was at a kegger and it was JJ.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.” He stated, putting the key into the ignition.

That was true. JJ never wanted to put you (or your sister) in danger. He couldn't even remember how many times he saw Barry or Rafe approach him and he immediately asked you to go get him a beverage or snack. Hell, he even sent you on a wild goose chase once when an interaction with Rafe was taking longer than usual.

He'd give his life in a heartbeat if it meant you lived even a second longer.

You were the same when it came down to JJ. You wanted what was best for him and that usually meant keeping him out of trouble, which proved to be easier said than done most of the time. JJ was, as your mom liked to say, a firecracker. JJ usually acted on impulse, either not thinking of the consequences/outcome or just not caring. You were always concerned when you saw him, even if you didn't see physical marks or injuries on him. He always joked to hide his emotional pain and played it off like it was nothing.

JJ grabbed your hand before reversing out of the driveway, causing you to smile lightly. You leaned your head back against the headrest, letting the smell of the beach take you down memory lane.

*** 

You could practically see the smile on his face. Surfing made him feel free. When he came to shore, he flashed you a grin.

"Hey, Y/L/ N." He greeted you when he got close enough, holding up his hand.

"Hey to you too, Maybank," You replied, smacking his hand with your own.

He looked down at Sierra. 

"And who's this cutie pie?" He asked, a playfulness in his voice.

She giggled a little.

"JJ, this is my little sister Sierra. Sierra, this is my friend JJ." You introduced them.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet an adorable girls’ more adorable sister." He smiled at Sierra.

Sierra, who was nine at the time, just blushed.

"Have you ever surfed before?" He asked the younger girl.

She shook her head.

"You want to?" 

"Like in Lilo and Stitch?" Sierra grinned, excitement on her face.

"Exactly like Lilo and Stitch." JJ said.

Sierra looked at you, hope in her eyes.

"I don't know, Sie," you grimaced as you thought of all the possible outcomes, most of them being bad.

"Please, Y/N." Sierra begged, clasping her hands together.

"Yeah. Come on, Y/N/N. Please." JJ mimicked your sisters’ actions.

That's when they both started pleading, their voices almost blending together if it wasn't because their pitches were different.

"Okay, fine." You gave in.

"Yes!" They both high fived each-other.

You grabbed JJs wrist. 

"Please be careful. Watch her. Don't do the usual stupid stuff you and John B usually do," You started rattling on.

JJ grabbed your wrist.

"Don't worry. I'll keep her in one piece, breathing and conscious." He told you before grabbing Sierra's hand.

"Let's go before she changes her mind." He whispered to her before taking off towards the water, Sierra in tow.

****

"Where exactly am I going?" JJs voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"Oh, uh, the Strakams house." You answered.

He glanced over at you with a smile.

"What are you thinking about over there, angel?" He asked you, a sly smirk making his way across his face.

"Nothing unholy unlike you Maybank." You smacked him, knowing that his mind immediately went to the gutter.

"Oh, please. I'm the most holy person here in Outer Banks." He shot back, making an angelic look cross his face.

You rolled your eyes before taking your hand from his and swatting his arm lightly.

JJ just grabbed your hand back, bringing it to his lips so he could press a kiss to it.

"Such a hopeless romantic." You gushed jokingly as he brought your entwined hands down to rest on his thigh.

"I thought that was clear when I brought your mom a plant." He laughed, glancing at you again.

*******

You looked at yourself in the mirror once more before deciding you looked fine.

This was the first time JJ was meeting and hanging out with your family all at once for an extended amount of time. You two were just friends, but it was still important to you for your parents to approve of your friends.

They always seemed to know what a person was actually like.

Your dad met him a couple of months ago when you ran into JJ as he was leaving The Wreck and you two were entering. It was a brief conversation, but your father immediately recognized the name.

"You're the one who took Sierra surfing. She keeps bugging me to take her out now and teach her." Your dad said as he shook JJs hand.

"You surf, sir?" JJ asked as he pulled his hand away.

"Not as much as I used to, but whenever I get the time and motivation to." Your dad answered.

Then your mom met him earlier today.

"So this is the infamous JJ," she commented, shooting you a look.

"I've heard many things about you, Mrs. Y/L/N." JJ smiled politely.

"Like what?" Your mom raised an eyebrow.

"Lets just say, Mr. Y/L/N told me he was worried when he found out you were pregnant after he saw many plants make their way to an early grave." JJ carefully worded.

You put your hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh. You knew your dad often ran into JJ at The Wreck while your dad waited to pick up food, but you didn't know he talked to him. 

Your mother looked at you and you shook your head. 

"Not funny." You breathed, a serious expression on your face. 

"Absolutely not. He's going to be on the couch tonight." Your mother joked.

JJ laughed before your mom spoke again. 

"You should come over for dinner." She said, not beating around the bush.

You widened your eyes as JJ nodded.

"I would love to."

Now, you walked out of your room as you swallowed your nervousness.

A knock rang throughout the house, and you walked towards the door to answer it.

"I got it!" Sierra yelled, racing past you in her baby blue sundress.

She threw open the door to reveal the blonde, holding some gifts.

"Hey, Woodstock." He greeted the girl.

He extended his arm towards her, a plastic bag hanging from it.

"The bags for you," he told her.

She pulled it off his arm and looked into it before pulling out a bottle of some sort of alcohol. 

"Okay, yeah. That's not for you. That's for your father." He quickly said as he took the bottle from her hand.

She pulled out something else, a stuffed Woodstock with sunglasses on with a surfboard sewed to his wing.

She gasped before giving JJ a hug.

"He's adorable!" She screeched before running to her room.

Your dad walked into the living room as your sister dashed past him.

He shot his youngest daughter a confused look before turning back to JJ.

"Where'd you get that?" He asked, motioning to the bottle.

"Cabinet at home. My dad has yet to drink it." JJ lied.

Well, half lied. Yes, it was from the cabinet at home, but his dad had plans to drink it later tonight.

"Then we shouldn't let it go to waste. " your dad grinned as your mom entered the living room.

"Here," he said as he handed her an aloe plant, "this should be hard to kill."

You grinned at the boy who just shot you a wink as he walked over to greet you.

"You paid for that stuff right?" You whispered in his ear when he gave you a hug.

"Proof of purchase in my pocket." He smirked.

*****

JJ pulled up to the house, seeing Sierra sitting on the porch.

She walked to the backseat and opened the door, climbing in.

"Hey, Woodstock." He greeted her.

"Hey, Snoopy." She smiled at him.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

Both the girls nodded, and he made his way back to their house.

As you were grilling your sister for the reason she wanted to come home, the boy let his mind wander to how your family was more than willing to accept him into theirs.

He, subconsciously, brought your hand up to his lips again and pressed another kiss to ot.

"Gross." Sierra groaned from the backseat.

"Wait until you're older and have a boyfriend." You told her, turning to look at the younger girl. 

"Or girlfriend. We don't know her preference yet." JJ chimed in.

You nodded.

"Very true. But just know. I'll be right there teasing you on how mushy gushy you are." You continued.

Sierra rolled her eyes as you pecked JJ on the cheek just to gross her out with more affection. 

JJ laughed as he caught Sierra making disgusted faces in the rearview mirror.

The sisters talked as JJ looked out the window as he passed the beach on the way back. Smiling at the memory that popped into his brain.

*****

Your dad decided to take JJ out surfing. He needed to discuss something with him and decided it would be best to do it where JJ felt most safe.

It was a few months after you two started dating and it confused your parents when they'd hear, not only your voice, but JJs voice too late at night.

They liked JJ a lot, but closed doors and whispering voices along with the occasional whimper raised some suspicions.

They were teenagers once too, and they were familiar with the mind of teenagers

JJ didn't want anyone to know about what his dad did to him, and you were always the first person he turned to afterwards. He'd sneak into your bedroom through your window after asking if you were decent.

He'd always head over to John B’s after you had soothed him, though. He didn't want your family to get the wrong impression.  He just needed you to hold and comfort him after getting a brutal beating from his father.

After an hour of surfing, the two guys sat on their boards, letting the waves take them wherever.

Your father looked at JJ where a prominent bruise was displayed on his jaw.

"You know you can talk to me and Y/M/N about anything, right?" He asked the boy.

"Yes, sir." JJ nodded.

"Then let's discuss the pop of color on your face." Your dad said bluntly. 

Your dad never was one for beating around the bush. Hence why you were not too shocked when he asked at breakfast if you and JJ were... doing things… in your bedroom after him and your mother went to sleep.

You were still shocked though because you didn’t think your parents heard him in your room

You quickly told him no, which only made him more suspicious, demanding an answer to the question of why he was hearing JJs voice and some noises coming from your room late at night. 

You didn’t want your parents to get the wrong idea about JJ so you told them it wasn't your place to tell them what was going on exactly, but JJ only went home when it was necessary, often sleeping on John B's sofa.

You felt bad for even giving them that much, but your father just nodded and the next time JJ came over, he asked the boy if he wanted to go surfing this upcoming weekend.

"You know how some kooks get." JJ shrugged.

That was the truth. The bruise he was sporting on his face was from Rafe, no shock there, because Rafe always felt the need to talk about his friends.

And when it came down to it, he allowed no one to talk about his friends like that. 

"Fair enough. Did one of those brats give you the one on your rib too?" Your father asked.

This one wasn't as recent as the one on his face, he could tell.

JJ nodded, biting the inside of his cheek.

"You don't have to play it off like it was one of them. Y/N gave us a hint that your home life isn't that good," Your dad squinted at the boy as the sun shone at his face.

JJ sighed, slightly upset at you for telling her parents his business.

"Don't be mad at her. I confronted her and asked if there was anything sexual going on behind closed doors. I thought she was lying because of how fast she said no." He told the blonde.

JJ looked at the man before nodding, deciding to tell him what was happening so he knew nothing was going on.

"My dad likes to get physical sometimes." JJ shrugged as if it was nothing, "I go to Y/N/N afterwards cause she's… a safe space, I guess you could say. She listens to me and holds me for an hour or so and just lets me cry it out. But I swear, I always head over to John Bs and sleep there."

Your father nodded and a few minutes of silence spread over the two. 

"I don't know if you know this, but we have a spare room that's always opened for people who need to stay during a terrible storm. It still hasn't been used." Your dad told him.

This was his indirect way of saying that their house was always open to him and that he had more than one place to go.

"It'd be a shame if it went any longer without use after Y/M/N spent so much time and money into it." He continued.

JJ looked at him.

"The dresser just sits there, empty and dusty…" he trailed off.

"I guess we can't let a dresser just sit there and gather dust for the rest of its life." JJ whispered.

Your dad shook his head.

Another silence settled between the two of them.

"20 bucks says you can't ride that wave." Your dad nodded towards a wave.

"You’re on." JJ grinned.

*****

"JJ," You nudged him.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"Are you staying here or going to the Chateau?" You asked again.

JJ thought about it for a minute and he looked at your house.

"That poor box of Mac and Cheese has been sitting on the counter for far too long, yearning to be poured into a pot of boiling water." He smiled at you.

"Here it is." You smiled.

"Charlie Brown movie night!" Your sister hollered, opening the door and climbing out.

JJ shook his head, a smile on his face. 

You leaned over and pecked his lips, opening the door to get out.

"Mom and Dad are home." He commented.

You looked over to see your dad's car and nodded.

"We should call the whole gang over. Get the whole family together." He suggested.

You grinned at the thought as he opened the drivers side.

"Sounds perfect." You whispered before the both of you got out of the car.

You had some phone calls to make.

#outer banks #jj outer banks #jj x reader #jj maybank #rudy pankow #rudy obx

[good-doctor-imagine]

IT 2017 Masterlist

Updated: 08/03/2020

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Note: Reader is gender-neutral unless specified differently

Sleepover - It’s just another sleepover at Bill’s house until you suddenly get a visitor.

Hold Me - After several sleepless nights, you decide to finally confide in your boyfriend Bill to help you.

Imagine: Finding Bill’s drawings of you

Thriller - Bill invites you over for a thrilling surprise

Hoodie (Blurb)

Please Don’t Cry - You have an argument with Bill that leaves you both bitter

The Losers Getting Jealous (Headcannon)

Imagine: Bill holding your hand when you’re scared

Crush - Bill doubts that you like him because you’re flirty around everyone but Richie is determined to prove him differently

Guilt (Blurb)

Sucking Faces - You don’t know why Stanley has been ignoring you so you decide to get some help from Richie to confront him.

Favorite Color - You wanted to move away from Derry because you were convinced that your soulmate was somewhere completely different. Obviously, you were wrong. (soulmate au)

Flustered - You get flustered when bird watching with Stan, especially when he’s so close.

I Know - A simple hangout with Stanley leads to lots of teasing… and a few confessions.

Imagine: Stanley sneaking out to celebrate your birthday

The Losers Getting Jealous (Headcannon)

Imagine: Richie catching Stanley staring at you

Spider (Blurb)

Imagine: Shopping with Stanley

BANG! - Meeting your soulmate is something that you've dreamed of for a while. Who would have thought it would happen like this? (soulmate au)

Secrets - The losers finally find out about your secret relationship with Richie.

Cuddle Bug (Blurb)

Confession - Richie has no clue how to confess his feelings to you, so he turns to his friend Beverly for help.

One Blanket, Two of Us (Blurb)

The Barrens - Too busy running away from a psychopath, you accidentally come across a strange group of people and can’t help thinking that one of them is cute. (Male!Reader)

Wounded (Blurb)

Daily Dose - Richie comes over to see how you’re doing. (Sick!Reader)

Scar (soulmate au / fem!reader): one two three four five six [completed]

Imagine: Richie flirting with you at work

The Losers Getting Jealous (Headcannon)

Neibolt - You and Eddie are attacked in the Neibolt house, leading to the loser’s breakup.

I’m In Love With You (Blurb)

Broken Arm - After the incident at the Neibolt house, you’re so worried about Eddie that you sneak in to check on him. (Platonic!Reader)

Devil Dog - You run into a group of boys after a near-death experience with a devil dog.

First Kiss - You and the other losers make a plan to steal Eddie’s second fanny pack. What does it take to get it back? A simple kiss. (Fem!Reader)

Cuddle Therapy - You and Eddie cuddle the day after the Losers defeated IT

The Losers Getting Jealous (Headcannon)

Imagine: Eddie ranting to you about the Losers teasing him

The Losers Getting Jealous (Headcannon)

Insecure: Mike doesn’t let your insecurity get in between your relationship.

Imagine: Ben thinking you’re beautiful

The Losers Getting Jealous (Headcannon)

Imagine: Beverly comforting you after seeing IT

Sleepover - You think Beverly has her sight on someone else. However, you were wrong. (Fem!Reader)

The Losers Getting Jealous (Headcannon)

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[lovebugism]

mean eddie x reader!

come join the sleepover (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)!

Eddie wasn’t mean to you. Not exactly. 

He was just an idiot who didn’t know how else to flirt with you.

It’s sort of like that dumb stereotype parents use when their kids are little and their daughter comes crying about a boy pulling at her pigtails. The whole “he’s just hitting you because he likes you” bullshit. Eddie isn’t quite like that because he isn’t a total asshole. He just finds it easier to tease you than to tell you how he really feels.

“Ooh, is that a new shirt?” he lilts like it isn’t at all embarrassing that he knows when you’re wearing something different. “Def Leppard merch, huh? Just say you’re trying to impress me, sweetheart. It’d be a lot less obvious.”

You roll your eyes at him, less than fazed at his relentless taunting. 

He stands uninvited beside you as you stack books into your locker. Once your hands are free, you tug at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head so you’re left in nothing but the plain turtle neck you’re wearing underneath.

“Not so obvious now, am I?” you quip as you shove the crumbled up tee into your locker.

And rather than tell you that he actually liked the shirt or that you looked pretty in it (which is why he’d opened his mouth at all), he buries himself deeper into this hole and keeps on teasing. 

“And you’re giving me a free show? Oh, c’mon, sweetheart. Just tell me you like me before you get any more embarrassing.”

It’s always some iteration of that. 

You take him by surprise at how pretty you are — how funny or how kind — and, as though in retaliation, Eddie knocks you off your feet. He makes a joke about all the things he likes about you and tries to convince himself that he doesn’t really like them at all.

One morning, he finds you standing in the bustling hallways of Hawkins High. Your locker is open but abandoned beside you because your nose is stuck in some too big novel. You’re undoubtedly trying to cram a few chapters before the bell rings. 

And, since he’s so perfect at it, Eddie Munson decides to ruin your plans.

He abandons the Hellfire group at the other end of the corridor and b-lines over to you. None of the boys mind. They’re used to it by now. Typically, when they look over and notice their president’s disappeared out of nowhere, they find him with you.

He digs a cold fingertip into the junction of your neck and shoulder to get your attention. It startles you, makes you tense while you swat him away with one hand. You’re still too concentrated to pay him any actual attention.

“Go away, Eddie,” you gripe with your back still facing him. “It’s too early for this.”

He wants to ask how you even know it’s him, but the answer is obvious. No one else in school, or even in all of Hawkins, is quite as relentless in this way as he is. 

“What it’s too early for, sweetheart, is to be reading a book like this,” Eddie quips as he reaches around you to snatch the book out of your hand.

You should’ve seen it coming from a mile away, but your reflexes come a moment too late. Before you can jerk the novel away from Eddie, he’s already stolen it.

The boy grins. “A little slow this morning, I see.”

“Bite me,” you monotone as you finally spin around to face him.

“Say please, and I’ll think about it,” he answers without thinking twice. He shuts the book but leaves his finger wedged between the pages you were reading. His chocolate eyes scan the vibrant cover. “What is this anyway?”

“Crime and Punishment.”

“Never seen you read it before…”

“I got it yesterday at the library.”

“You got it yesterday, and you’re already halfway through?”

You shrug. “It’s a good book.”

This is the other part of your relationship. Underneath the petty banter and the relentless teasing, there are moments like these — innocent conversations without all the extra bullshit. Neither of you would admit to it, of course, but it’s almost like you’re actually friends.

“It’s huge,” Eddie emphasizes while he waves the book up and down, as though testing its weight. “It’s practically breaking my wrist, sweetheart.”

“If you don’t read, just say that,” you squint playfully over at him. Your hand reaches for the book again, but he dodges you and hides the thing behind his back.

“You’re right. I should probably read more,” the boy confesses with a scrunched nose. “Why don’t we go to the library after school, and you can show me where they hide the good stuff?”

Your brows raise. “You want to go to the library?”

With me, is how you really want to finish that inquiry, but you force yourself to stop short.

Eddie shrugs. “I’d ask you to go somewhere more exciting, but I feel like the library is more your speed. Quiet, dull, boring.”

“Well, if I’m so boring, why do you want to go anywhere with me?” you counter.

For perhaps the first time ever, Eddie’s stumped. 

He doesn’t have a quick comeback or a joke to downplay the situation he’s all tangled up in. And, for a brief moment, he almost caves. He’s a second shy from telling you that he doesn’t know how else to ask you out. But when his senses finally return to him, he covers up any sincerity with more sarcasm.

“I don’t know,” he lilts with a tone that suggests he actually isn’t all that sure. He bounces his shoulders with his pink lips jutted softly out. “I just figured maybe if someone actually showed you how to have fun, you might learn better. I’ll even let you jot down a few notes in your pretty pink notebook.”

You take a daring step closer to him. 

You’re still several inches away, but the sudden shortening of proximity makes Eddie’s breath hitch. The loss of having the upper hand is foreign to him. You come a centimeter closer than usual, and he’s crumbling like a piece of paper. It’s so not metal of him.

“Say it,” you squint up at him.

“…Say what?” he wonders with furrowed brows, genuinely confused.

“That you, Eddie Munson, want to take me on a date.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” the boy laughs to cover up his flushed cheeks. “I never said anything about a date, sweetheart. Maybe that’s what you heard — because, you know, you’re obsessedwith me — but… I never said that.”

“Right,” you hum in response, obviously not believing him. 

“I don’t know what you want from me, sweetheart.”

“I want you—” you demand, pushing a finger at the center of his chest. “—to say something real… Then maybe I’ll consider going out with you.”

Eddie blinks down at you for a moment, considering the offer. 

It would be easy for him to call your bluff, to push you like he always does until you inevitably cave. But maybe you’re not joking. Maybe another round of stupid teasing would squash the opportunity. Or perhaps, he could finally be forthright with you and have to suffer your subsequent laughter.

He decides, ultimately, to be honest. 

He takes his own step closer to you, further closing the already minute distance. When he leans his free hand on the lockers at his side, it feels much more like he’s looming over you.

“Corroded Coffin’s playing a show at the Hideout tomorrow,” he tells you lowly. “I have to close and everything because, you know, I work there — but that means I get all the beer and leftover greasy food that I want. If you wanna come and stay after, I’ll think about sharing with you.”

You try your best not to grin. But when his rosy lips contort into a shy smile and he tilts his ear down toward his shoulder, you’re beaming sunshine up at him.

“See? Was that so hard?” you tease.

“What do ya say, sweetheart?” Eddie presses, a lot more obvious with his want for you than he’s ever been before.

“It’s a date,” you assure, trying your best to conceal your smile. 

You catch Eddie’s spare hand hanging at his side, your book finally free for the taking. He’s too distracted, caring less and less about the stupid thing, because he can’t take his eyes off you. It makes it exponentially easier to snatch it back from him.

“Ooh. You’re slow today,” you joke with a pretty smile. 

You walk back from him as the shrill morning bell rings overhead. 

Eddie watches, still partially stunned, as you drag a textbook and a journal from your locker before slamming it shut again. You head to your first-period class and call to him over your shoulder.

“Don’t go getting soft on me, Eddie Munson.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he promises. 

He’s lying, though, and both of you know it.

Eddie’s been soft on you since the day you met.

#published by bug #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #st drabbles #eddie spaghetti drabble #bug's blurb sleepover #mean!eddie munson

[stevie-petey]

I know your inbox is probably full but if it's alright I'd like to send a lil something something in.

Could we see a little blurb about the sleepovers between Jonathan and reader? Like them hanging out together, asking stupid hypotheticals, reading comics, stuff like that?

" okay but if one day you turn around and I'm just a horse, what would you do?"

" why would you be a horse?"

" why are you dodging the question?!"

pls never hesitate to send me stuff my dear !! i will always gladly answer so no apology needed <3

i LOVE this blurb request and im kinda bummed i cant squeeze in sleepovers due to plot so this is purely self indulgent and i so hope u enjoy <3

“pssst bee.” you shouldve been asleep hours ago.

a sigh. “bug—”

“psssssssssst,”

“bug im so tired—”

“pssssssssssssssssssst,”

jonathan flings up from the beanbag. “okay. fine. im up. yes, what do you need?”

“what would you do if one day you turned around and i was a horse?”

you cant see his face too clearly in the moonlight, but you swear you see jonathans eye twitch. “when i agreed to sleepover—”

“you invited yourself, actually.”

“i thought we’d be asleep by like two. max. it’s now four in the morning and im about to cry from exhaustion.”

you scoff at him. “weak. weve stayed up later before.”

“sure, but we’re supposed to be up in like three hours for school and—”

“why are you dodging the question, jonathan?”

he sighs again, knowing he cant do anything else but play along. as if he’d want to do anything else. he had only been complaining to get you to roll your eyes at him and use that mock stern voice that always makes him smile.

“if you suddenly became a horse, i would feed you the best apples around.”

you rest a hand against your heart, oddly touched. “youd really do that?”

“of course.”

“aww. see, now i feel bad for keeping you up—”

“that way i can then hop on your back and make you take me everywhere. can you imagine how much money id save on gas?”

you hear, rather than see, your pillow collide against jonathans face.

giggles erupt in the room afterwards. theres no doubt youre both deliriously tired and will regret staying up so late once morning comes, but for now youre so happy you could melt into your blankets and float away.

“can i sleepover tomorrow, too?” jonathan asks, his voice laced with sleep and warmth.

you hum, your eyes drooping as you roll over and get comfortable in bed. “of course, dummy.”

“cool.”

“goodnight, bee.”

“goodnight, bug.”

#ask #anon #come home blurb #m’s writing #m speaks #set before season 1 ! #i love them so much #so so so much

[almightyellie]

ellie’s sleepover!

i talked about doing another sleepover before i went back to school and tonight feels like a good night! i feel like i haven’t gotten to talk to you guys as much in the last couple months and i want to hear what’s going on with y’all! so, here’s what i’m thinking:

tell me about your day

or something that’s bugging you

or whatever! i just wanna talk to y’all!

send me your favorite songs

or ask for a name playlist

mini-blurbs

head cannons about my published pieces

or lines from unpublished pieces

ama

or anything else you think of! as per usual, y’all make the rules, i’m just here for the ride

if you don’t want to participate and don’t want to see us out here all night, don’t worry! as always, everything will be tagged “ellie’s sleepover” so if you don’t want your dash full, you can blacklist it. i’m going to start answering asks around 4/5 pm mst, but feel free to start sending them whenever you can!

#ahhhh #ellie’s sleepover

[blissfulparker]

hey could i get a blurb for like tom/peter or haz about how they would be with a girl who is oblivious to hints and has never had a boyfriend so she’s not used to that kind of attention also i’m a hoe for friends to lovers have a happy thanksgiving love bug!!

Thanksgiving sleepover

“B-But you’re so pretty how have you never had a—“ Tom starts and you just shrug with a sigh. It was a little embarrassing to not never have a boyfriend and be an adult. You had your first kiss but everything else was so brand new to you.

“I dunno, maybe people just didn’t think the way you did.” You tell tom with a pout not trying to open this can.

“No, people definitely did. I’m just—wow.” He stops and is in shock. You don’t exactly like the way he’s reacting it’s like you’re now someone new.

“Okay, I’m done here.” You get up and tom grabs your hand and pulls you back down.

“No, wait, I’m sorry. It’s just...ive known you for years of my life and you just...I just...thought I never had a chance.” He sighs and you give him a look.

“Never has a—“ you start and he finds the words before you.

“Never has the chance to be with you. I always thought maybe there’s someone she doesn’t want to tell us about. Maybe there’s someone she’s talking to. There was always a maybe.” he’s honest with himself and you take in a deep breath.

“Well...should we try this out?” You bite your lip feeling very akward but really wanting to give this a go.

“Yeah, and we can go as slow as you’d like pretty girl.” He says and you look down a bit. You give a soft smile as Tom starts to eat again. Maybe thanksgiving as friends wasn’t so bad after all.

#kats burbs #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #imagine tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland fan fic #tom holland fic

[naturallytom]

im bugging you a lot tonight ig lol sorry - those 50 ways to say i love you prompts are all so fucking cute so i guess i'm just asking for a tom blurb with whichever one strikes you with inspiration the most 💕

you’re all good katie don’t mind one bit!! i chose 2: Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night!!

tom woke to your stirring lightly in your sleep, seeing you toss and turn. he frowned when he saw you shaking and shivering, a clear sign you were cold. it was late fall and you got cold easily, tom knew that. 

so to help make you more comfortable, tom pulled the covers up around both of you, wrapping them around you as if you were a burrito. 

he pulled you close to his chest, wrapping an around around your waist a pressing a soft kiss to the back of your head and your shoulder. 

“sweet dreams, darling.” he whispered softly, making sure you were no longer cold before falling back asleep himself. 

sleepover!!

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fluff #tom holland blurb #tom holland drabble

[afterglowparker]

A blurb of reader and tom with 9 and 19 from the cliche prompt list please c:

9: There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling.

10: Blurting out a confession of love.

GOSH I LOVE A GOOD CLICHE AND I LOVE THIS REQUEST. SO I HOPE YOU LIKE WHAT I’VE CRAFTED HERE AND I CAN’T REALLY EXPLAIN IT BUT YEAH I’VE BEEN IN A FLUFFY MOOD SOOO!! THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN! this kind of turned into a one-shot and i apologize.

HBDTom Blurb Week—thanks for celebrating!

You and Tom had been best friends sinceprimary school; so naturally, you’ve had sleepovers before. But the bed sharinghad stopped sometime around the age of eight or nine, when your parents hadagreed you were beginning to get to old to be sleeping in the same bed.

When Tom’s acting career began takingoff, the two of you remained close friends, but there was a new distance in yourfriendship, as you were no longer able to be with each other whenever youpleased. However, by some stroke of luck, you were finally able to attend a presstour with him, seeing as it fell right when you had completed your last finaland were able to step away from work.

Whenever the two of you were together,it never felt like any time had passed; your heart beat a little faster, yourcheeks seemed to constantly be dusted with a blush, and your body always feltat ease—Tom was your person, you were sure of it. You felt yourself time andtime again almost letting the three words that had been circling your mind whenany thought of the beautiful boy with coffee colored eyes and messy curls somuch as popped into it, but never let yourself take that leap. Along with Tom’scareer taking off came the many new wonderful, talented, and beautiful costars;it just never felt like the right time, especially when you were sure Tom hadbecome smitten with another.

So, when you found yourself standingside-by-side with the Brit, staring down the one King sized bed, you felt thosesame nerves reignite your body, unsure of what to do. You knew you would haveto room with Tom, seeing as you had decided to join the tour a little late, buthe assured you it was no hassle—you just thought the room would have more thanone bed. Tom, however, just threw his bag down at the foot of the bed, beforelaunching himself onto the vast expanse of the white comforter, instantlyletting his body sink into the plush mattress. Only when he didn’t feel themattress sink from the added weight of a second person, did he turn over to layon his back, his eyes finding you still standing at the end of the mattress.

“What’re you doing, love? I thought youwere tired from the flight? You could barely keep your eyes open on the wayover here.”

You shifted your weight from one footto the other, your hip jutting out slightly as you shrugged, your lips rollinginto a tight line.

“I dunno. It’s just that I thoughtthere would be two beds.”

“I mean, it’s not like we haven’tshared a bed before.”

You the familiar heat once again creepup your neck, and you hoped his tired eyes wouldn’t be able to catch the hintof red kissing the apples of your cheeks.

“Yeah, but it’s been years. We werestill kids back then, Tommy. I don’t know, wouldn’t it be weird now?”

He shook his head and you felt yourheart flutter at the way the messy curls brushed his forehead and the glassesslipped down his nose. He pushed the frames back up the bridge of his nose ashe stood and walked towards you, giving you his full attention and making sureyou were focusing on him.

“I don’t think so. I mean, you’re stillmy best friend—you know virtually everything about me. I don’t think sharing abed would be that weird. But, if it bothers you that much, we can go downstairsto the front desk and see if we can get a new room?”

You stared into his eyes for a fewseconds, running through all the possible scenarios in your mind, before yousighed and shook your head.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t really feellike going downstairs and trying to get a new room sorted out right now. We canjust share the bed.”

Tom nodded, as you moved to place yourown bag on the floor, before grabbing your toiletries out and heading towardsthe bathroom.

“I am going to use the shower first,though!”

Tom simply laughed as he watched thedoor shut behind you, a smile of his own painting his face.

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After you both had finished your respectivenight routines, you had crawled into bed—both practically falling off theopposing sides. You could see a faint light behind your shut eyelids, andgroaned a little, wondering why you hadn’t shut the blinds before passing outlast night. As you moved to turn over and away from the pesky light source, yousuddenly became aware of your inability to move and the fact that it was considerablywarmer than when you had fell asleep the night prior. You also became aware ofthe weight on your waist, how the smell of teakwood flooded your senses, andhow a faint thump, thump, thump filled your ears.

Slowly, you let your eyes flutter open,your gaze being met by smooth, creamy skin. You felt your heart rate pick up,taking into account of how your left arm was thrown tightly around Tom’s waist,and you were sure you would combust as you craned your neck up and foundyourself gazing on the sleeping beauty himself.

Any other time, your brain would havemalfunctioned in your current predicament, but Tom always had a way of makingyou feel at ease and so you found yourself taking advantage of his unawareness.You let your eyes drift over his face, admiring how his eyelashes kissed hischeek, how there was a slight crook in his nose, how his left eyebrow wassomehow even more unruly; how his curls were messier on his head and how histhin lips were parted slightly, soft snores escaping them.

You weren’t sure how long you had letyourself get lost in your ever-growing love for the boy, before you felt thearm around your waist tighten, effectively breaking you out of your reverie.You watched his lips contort into a gentle smile and his warm chocolate browneyes reveal themselves to you.

“G’morning,” he breathed out softly,the hand that was around your waist rubbing the exposed skin where your shirthad ridden up gently, “y’know, it’s rude to stare at people. Especially soearly in the morning.”

You felt your eyes widen, suddenlybecoming aware of the fact you were caught, your brain still the slightest bithazy from the sleep but also trying to think your way out of your predicament.

“I wasn’t-no, I-you’re delusional,Holland.”

But you didn’t make a move to unwindyourself from his arms and neither did he; you simply rested your head backagainst his chest, almost losing yourself to the warmth that wrapped around youboth and the way his fingers felt against your skin.

“I love you.”

Those three words sent all movementback into your body.

Suddenly, you were sitting up right,eyes nearly bugging out of your head, as you stared down at the calm lookingman lying next to you.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Tom felt a smile trying to stretch it’sway across his lips and he didn’t do much to stop it, as he took in the way theoversized shirt had begun to fall off one shoulder and your hair stuck out indifferent places—somehow he felt himself fall deeper in love with you.

“I love you,” He repeated with a shrugof his shoulders, “and you don’t have to say it back. But…yeah. I love you. AndI have for a really, really long time.”

If your brain wasn’t in overdrivebefore, it certainly was now. You mouth was hanging open the smallest bit, theEnglish language evading you. Once more you found yourself focusing on the warmchocolate brown eyes that had long since brought you comfort, familiarity, andclarity, and it became clear that this was real—this wasn’t just another figmentof your imagination and while that scared you, you spoke honestly.

“I love you, too.”

And while there was a lot left todiscuss, it couldn’t be any later than 8am and you had a long time lefttogether to discuss the details of your feelings. So instead, Tom pulled youback down to his side, holding you a little tighter and with clear purpose,placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Thank God there was only one bed.”

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[angelic-holland]

so does anyone want a little sleepover/blurb night on Monday?

I’m celebrating my roommates birthday tomorrow but I’ve got the writing bug and just finished all of Always, Yours (crazy I know!!! I’ll be posting the final chapters next week and the week after once I edit them!!!). So I’d love to work on some stuff for you all (:

Let me know if you want a sleepover! I’m only gonna do it if it interests people

#sleepoverwithalice