#fluff and fun stuff ahoy

[jobean12-blog]

Feed the Flame

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader 

Word Count: 2,869

Summary: You like Eddie. He likes you. You’re both shy and sort of oblivious but thankfully Robin and Steve play matchmaker. 

Author’s Note: I don’t even know where I got this idea but I’m so in love with it and how fun and ridiculous Steve and Robin are and it was just so fun to write! And then adding the skating was the best because I love it and thank you so much to my sweet loves @borikenlove and @irisofeden for reassuring me that skating would be an Eddie thing! Hope you all enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely friend @wannabehamlet thank you sweets! 💕

PS The song I chose for the ending is a fave of mine, and although it didn’t come out until 1987, we are gonna pretend that it is 1987 and EVERYHTING IS FINE! 😁😁💕 Listen HERE

Warnings: lots of fun and fluff, flirting, some tension, sweetness, light teasing, good music! 

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @rosetico thank you lovely! 🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

“You know he’s got the hots for you right?”

At Robin’s matter of fact statement, you look up with a pinched face, the polish brush motionless between your fingers.

“Nuh uh, he doesn’t talk to me enough!” you shoot back. “And I know he talks because he’s always yapping with Dustin and Mike and Lucas! Shit, he even talks to Steve.”

“That’s only because he thinks you’re like an elf Goddess, princess, warrior faery or something…Steve however…is not.”

You stare at your friend, blinking several times before bursting into a fit of giggles. She joins you after throwing your iron maiden cassette at your head.

“Whatever,” she says through her laughter. “Pay better attention when we all go for ice cream this weekend. You’ll see.”

With an obnoxious blow of a raspberry, you echo her “whatever” and go back to painting your nails but as soon as your teeth dig into your bottom lip Robin let’s out an excited screech.

“I knew it! Tell me everything!” she insists.

You look up at her, unable to stop your growing smile.

“He has the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen!” you gush, giggling and dropping to the bed. “And I love his hair!”

Robin presses a hand to her chest, dropping her head back and squealing louder. “You’ve got it bad girl.”

“You’re gonna actually talk to her Saturday right?” Steve asks as he follows Eddie out of the arcade. “You know more than like ‘hello and what’s up?’”

“Dude. It’s not that easy,” Eddie states before chewing on a piece of his hair. “I can’t just be like ‘hey, I think you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and I want you to be my girl. Let’s play DnD and you can listen to me play guitar and…’”

Steve rolls his eyes. “No. You can’t say that! I mean the guitar stuff is good, chicks love a musician but…”

With an exasperated sigh Steve lays one hand on Eddie’s shoulder, pinching the bridge of his nose with the other.

“Listen Munson. Just…try to say something. Otherwise, you might miss your opportunity and believe me…I know how bad that sucks,” Steve admits.

Eddie’s eyes soften and he nods his head in understanding. “I’ll try. I really like her but I suck at this.”

“Well according to Henderson you’re like the most amazing Dungeon Dude there is,” Steve replies with a theatric wave of his hands. “Can’t you use some of that shit on her?”

“Dungeon Dude?” Eddie scoffs, his eyes wide. “You mean Dungeon Master!”

“Whatever,” Steve grumbles, pushing his flopping hair out of his face. “But apparently you really put on a show so you know…. make it happen!”

“Henderson,” Eddie murmurs. “Love that kid!”

You’re on the line at Scoops Ahoy, staring at the list of flavors when Robin slides up behind you.

“You sure look pretty tonight,” she giggles. “I wonder why???”

“Just for you,” you tell her, winking.

“Well, I really appreciate it and so does someone else,” she teases.

You narrow your eyes and start to turn around toward the table where your friends are sitting.

“Don’t look now!” Robin whisper shouts. “He’s staring again.”

“I don’t believe you!”

And before she can stop you, you spin on your heel and look straight at Eddie, his eyes on you. Your little gasp makes Robin snort and thankfully you have a mind enough to throw him a little wave. His lips part in a smile and he waves back.  

“Well, that wasn’t a complete bomb!” Robin says before she groans and adds, “ah shit, here comes Jock Carver.”

You let out an audible groan and set your jaw in hard line, continuing to stare at the ice cream flavors.

“You here all by yourself beautiful?” Jason asks when he walks up next to you.

Robin’s eyes widen and she scoffs. “Obviously not asshole.”

You laugh and give Robin’s hand a squeeze. “No. I’m with my friends,” you answer Jason without glancing his way.

He laughs mockingly and turns his head to glare at your table of friends. “Hanging with the freaks again I see.”

“Mind your business Carver,” you seethe. “No one asked you.”

“But you know I’d show you a better time right?” Jason croons, stepping closer to you.

You back away with a sour look on your face, thankful that the cashier calls for you next to take your order.

“Fucking Carver. He’s such a d bag,” Steve mutters.

“Why is he talking to her?” Eddie asks, his eyes glued to you during the whole interaction with Jason.

“Because he’s been asking her out all year,” Max states with a roll of her eyes. “Duh.”

Eddie swallows hard and his worried eyes turn to Steve.

“She keeps saying no,” Steve informs Eddie, giving him a knowing look.

When Eddie’s eyes swing back to you, you’re about to pay for your ice cream. Robin walks back to the table and sits next to Steve, pushing everyone around the booth until there’s no room left.

“Hey, you guys didn’t leave me a seat, shove over!” you say when you arrive with your cone.

Robin tries to move but Steve stays glued to the seat.

“We can’t,” Steve says, shrugging his shoulders, “no room.”

Robin elbows Steve and pushes him again. Steve just smiles wider at you.

“What the hell Harrington, make room,” Robin grumbles under her breath.

“Will you quit it,” Steve grumbles back. “I’ve got this.”

Before Robin can give him a sassy reply, Steve blurts out. “Just sit with Eddie.”

“There’s no room,” you state with a deadpan look before smiling sweetly at Eddie. “What do you want me to do? Sit in his lap?”

Robin eyes light up in understanding and she knocks her knee into Steve’s under the table, the action making Steve wince.

“YES!” Robin exclaims. “That’s exactly what you have to do. Right Eddie?”

Dustin, Lucas, Max and Mike are lost in their own argument over the best flavor of ice cream at Scoops Ahoy and are oblivious to the mayhem happening at the front of the table.

You shoot Robin a death glare that only hardens when you move to Steve’s agreeable face, his eyebrows nearly meeting his extremely high hairline.  

You take a deep breath and turn to Eddie to apologize but when you do he spreads his legs and pats his thigh.

“It’s all yours,” Eddie says, clearing his throat.

Before giving yourself time to have a freak out you sit, your body tingling the moment his arm rests gently around your waist.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks.

“Very,” you answer, trying to keep your voice steady.

Deciding the best thing to do is to eat your rapidly melting ice cream you take a lick and try to look anywhere but at Steve and Robin’s overly excited faces.

“That’s my favorite flavor too,” Eddie says. “It’s the best one.”

Your reply is interrupted by Dustin, still oblivious, when he shouts, “NO WAY EDDIE!”

Max’s squints at you and Eddie, clearly assessing. “Why are you in his lap?”

“NO ROOM!” Robin interjects loudly. “And no way what Henderson! No one likes cherry flavor!”

Max looks less than convinced with a roll of her eyes but doesn’t say more while Dustin shoots back at Robin, “YES THEY DO, right Lucas.”

Lucas just shakes his head, his lip curled up in disgust. “NO. Oreo Cookies and Cream is the best.”

Dustin’s head falls back against the cushioned seat and he covers his eyes. “Can’t go anywhere with you people.”

“Want some?” you ask Eddie, turning slightly so you can see him better.

Eddie wraps his hand around your hand that’s around the cone and pulls the vanilla ice cream to his lips, taking a lick while he keeps his eyes on you.

“Thanks,” he whispers, “definitely the best flavor.”

Dustin scoffs and stares at Eddie in betrayed disbelief while Robin and Steve can barely contain their delight.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” Mike asks, looking pointedly at Steve and Robin.

“Nothing. Why would anything be wrong. Can’t we enjoy our ice cream with friends,” Robin says quickly and slightly panicked.

“Don’t worry about what’s going on with the adults,” Steve says, his no nonsense look directed at all four kids.

The four kids roll their eyes in unison before Dustin shouts, “hey you guys wanna go to the roller rink tonight?”

“You can’t skate Dustin!” Lucas points out with a smirk.

“Well, I’ll never get better if I don’t practice!” Dustin replies, lifting his brows.

“I love roller skating!” you add, turning to Eddie. “Are you in?”

“You betcha,” he answers.

Eddie offers to drive you to the rink.

“I wanna go with you guys too,” Dustin chimes in.

“Nope Henderson. You’re coming with me,” Steve states, pointing to his car.

“I’ll go with them,” Mike says, walking toward you and Eddie.

“No, you won’t,” Robin says, redirecting Mike toward Steve’s car. “You’re coming with us too.”

“There’s NO ROOM!” Lucas shouts. “Why can’t someone go with them?”

“Just get in the car you nerds,” Max grumbles. “You’re so clueless.”

Lucas, Mike and Dustin all exchange confused looks before huffing and getting in the car. Max glares at Steve and Robin, then at you and Eddie.

“You jerks owe me one,” she grits out before smooshing into the backseat and slamming the door.

You and Eddie exchange a wide-eyed look before he opens the door to the van to let you in and you both miss the silent high five between Robin and Steve.

“How about some Iron Maiden?” Eddie asks you when he starts to drive.

“Sounds great,” you answer, going through his cassettes.

“On no! Wait,” you exclaim. “Put this on.”

You hand him ‘Defenders of the Faith’ by Judas Priest.

“I love this album,” Eddie cheers as he pops it into the cassette player.

Both you and Eddie are still singing when you get out of the car and head into the rink.

“When is he gonna kiss her?” Robin whispers to Steve as they watch you and Eddie walk in.

“At least they’re talking,” Steve says with a nose scrunch.

“Less talking. More kissing,” Robin huffs. “We have to do more.”

“Woah, woah,” Steve says, holding his hands up in front of Robin. “Let’s at least see how they do skating, huh?”

“You’re such a butthead Harrington,” Robin says before walking off to the lockers.

“It’s been a while since I’ve skated,” Eddie admits as he ties his roller skates. “I hope I don’t suck.”

“That’s ok. I’m probably going to suck too,” you giggle.

Dustin shakily skates by and waves, his grin wide as he gives you an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“I can’t wait to see this,” Eddie smiles, shooting Dustin two thumbs up back.

“Me either,” you laugh.

When you stand you’re a little wobbly but make it to the door of the rink without too much trouble.

“So far so good,” Eddie says from behind you.

You step onto the smooth rink, the disco lights dancing off the shiny floor in multiple colors and the music thumping loudly in your ears.

‘Another One Bites the Dust’ by Queen starts to play and you give Eddie a mischievous smile.

“Not foreboding at all!”

Just as you finish saying the words you lose your balance and careen backward straight into Eddie’s arms.

“I gotcha sweetheart,” he whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Thanks,” you breathe out, exhaling when you’re back upright.

His arm slides from around your waist to your hand and his fingers close tightly around it.

“This way if one of us starts to go down we can go together,” he winks.

“More cushioning,” you answer with a smile.

“You can’t stand here and hang on to the wall the whole time and stare at them! It’s creepy Robin!” Steve hisses. “SKATE!”

“I can’t skate HARRINGTON!” Robin answers back.

Steve rolls his eyes and pushes off the wall, keeping his balance and skating around to check on the kids. Robin catches you and Eddie coming around the rink, your hands entwined and your faces bright with smiles.

Robin waits for you two to pass, oblivious to her presence as she pushes off right behind you, immediately flailing her arms wildly to keep balance. Just before she falls forward she grabs the back of your shirt, tugging hard and making you stumble.

Naturally so does Eddie and in a tangle of arms and legs you all go down.

Eddie breaks most of your fall and you find yourself face to face with him and half lying on top of him while Robin is smiling brightly from beside you and waving.

“Sorry guys! Lost my balance,” Robin says cheerily.

Steve skates over and stops, hands on his hips. “You ok?” he asks, his tone slightly irritated.

“Yup! Great!” Robin chimes, grabbing Steve’s leg until he helps her up. “Let’s go,” she says, pulling him away.

“You sure you’re ok?” Eddie asks you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

“You smell good,” you blurt out, brushing a curl from his face. “And uh, yea…totally fine,” you finish, dropping your head to hide in his chest.

You finally lift your face and look at him, your smile sheepish.

“Thanks,” he starts, his cheeks pink. “So do you.”

He helps you up and keeps a hold of your hand.

“DAMNIT WHY DIDN’T THAT WORK!” Robin complains, shoving Steve in the shoulder.

“Will you calm down! They’re not gonna make out of the floor of the rink!” Steve exclaims, his face pinched with thought. “Wait! I have an idea!”

He waggles his brows before skating off the rink and over to the DJ booth. Robin watches him flirt his way through whatever plan he has and when he returns he’s wearing a triumphant grin.

“Do I wanna know?” Robin asks.

“Just wait for it,” Steve answers.

You and Eddie make your way past Dustin, who is still clinging to the wall but all smiles and you wave to Lucas, Mike and Max when you see them skate by, Max’s eyes sparkling when she zeroes in on your grasped hands.

When you reach the far end of the rink the lights suddenly go down low and the sounds of ‘Double Dutch Bus’ by Frankie Smith fade, leading straight into ‘The Flame’ by Cheap Trick.

“Oh, I love this song!!!” you squeal, squeezing Eddie’s hand.

“There’s some good guitar action in this one,” Eddie adds.

“And that’s our cue to get off the rink,” Robin says, tugging at Steve’s sweatshirt.

“EXACTLY!” Steve answers, looking way too proud of himself. “Couples skate!”

Robin’s mouth falls open and she claps happily. “I have to give it to you Harrington. Well played.”

“Come on let’s go make sure the little buttheads don’t interfere,” Robin continues, gesturing toward Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Max.

“Good idea,” Steve says, “but I have a feeling Max won’t let them.”

"Can you play this on guitar?” you ask Eddie.

“I haven’t tried but I will if you want,” he says sweetly. “Can’t be too hard.”

“Really Eddie!?”

“Of course,” he assures you as he starts to slow down and pull you toward the wall.

The change in speed makes your feet start to slide out from under you and Eddie’s arms shoot out to steady you when your body meets the wall.

You turn to face him and he rolls into you, placing his arms along the railing on either side of you.

“Why did you stop?” you squeak out as he inches closer.

“Just taking a break,” he whispers and you watch as his gaze drops to your lips, his warm breath fanning your cheek.

He bends down, lips lightly brushing the soft skin of your cheek.

“If you want me to stop, tell me now.”

You say nothing, his delicate touch making your entire body tremble and you grab hold of the front of his denim vest. His lips barely graze yours, so soft that your breath hitches in a quiet gasp.

“Or now?” he asks.

Your eyes flutter closed but you make no sound at all and then his lips are on yours.

He gathers you closer, the feel of his body pressed tight to yours making your lips part and he deepens the kiss. The sounds of Cheap Trick grow fainter and even on your skates you feel as if you’re floating, your senses completely overwhelmed by him.

His hand slips under your shirt, warm against your skin and his rings brush along your waist until his fingertips smooth down your spine, pulling you closer and leaving no space between your bodies.

You finally pull away, not for want but rather to take a breath.

“Wow,” he whispers against your lips, his nose gently bumping yours.

His long, dark lashes kiss his cheeks as his eyes fall to your lips again.

“Definitely wow,” you repeat, sliding your hands up his arms and into his hair.

His curls brush your cheek before he dips his head, capturing your lips once more and as you drift away again you’re sure you hear Robin and Steve cheering in celebration.  

@dreamlessinparis @beefybuckrrito @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @munsonsduchess @hiddles-rose @seitmai @goldylions @justile @loki-laufeyson-1054 @whitewolfey @whippoorwillbarnes @moviequeen51​ @nerdypinupcrystal​

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington #robin buckley #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader

[kirkewrites]

looking for more rp partners on discord!! would absolutely love another small town mumu (multimuse) or two, extra info about me & what i'm looking for under the cut!

hiya, thanks for clickin!! my name is mo! i'm 28, she/her, and i'm in the PST timezone! i'm exclusively looking for rp partners who are at least 21+ please (but preferably closer to my age)! i write on discord only in a private rp server (with tupperbox!) i'll make for us!! i looove organization and will make us some character & ship categories, as well as a town worldbuilding section, i'll also keep track of things like the in-game calendar and timelines in reference to our threads!! once i get invested in an rp, i'm IN THERE in there

i write all genders, but i only write f/f, m/f, and nb ships! i'm looking for writing partners who are similar in enjoying and wanting to write all genders (and who have equal muse for all their characters regardless of gender) as i'm interested in exploring multiple ships and characters! i am also looking for a partner who likes to write a wide variety of ages, as I enjoy writing characters anywhere between the ages of 20s-50s! i prefer using & being opposite by faceclaims with resources from films & tv (i'm not interested in opposites such as sabrina carpenter, harry styles, madison beer, and the like)

i'd love an rp partner who loves to worldbuild, plot, write headcanons (or do little rp memes), share inspo stuff, and chat ooc! pinterest boards and playlists are a bonus! i really enjoy building a friendship with my rp partners as well as a fun, collaborative writing experience! i would absolutely LOVE to create a small town with a new partner and come up with its location, the names of shops and other places, some NPC names, maybe plot up some town lore & history, ect, and fill it up with a bunch of diverse characters and relationships we can continue to add on to over time! i'm interested in exploring relationships of all kinds, including romantic, platonic, familial, antagonistic, ect! for example, new budding romances, exes on good and/or bad terms, toxic exes or relationships, old high school sweethearts, best friends, friends who fell out or grew apart, close siblings, sibling rivals, and just other fun and/or complicated connections ahoy! i just love multi-muses and being able to write a living, breathing town filled with characters who can all freely interact with each other!

because i'd love a slowly expanding cast of characters (maybe start with 2-3 characters each and go from there?), it's very preferable to me that replies stay on the shorter side, as in one paragraph or less (unless the thread is really plot significant or intense/emotional! ik those can get away for us length-wise LOL) this way we can prioritize quality over quantity, and actually get to see relationships & plots evolve over time in many threads rather than spend weeks or months on a single thread and never actually get to all the good stuff we've plotted. in my experience, it's way more fun to have an evolving mumu where replies take maybe 5-10 minutes to write, and it also allows us to keep the progress of the rp going at a continual pace, which keeps it fun, exciting, and fresh!

i am happy to write smut when the relationship/thread calls for it, and i also enjoy nsfw headcanons alongside sfw ones! i'd say i prefer a 80/20 story to smut ratio. i am also comfortable with most dark or complicated themes, but this will probably be case by case basis. i'm looking for a soap opera inspired town mumu, basically! a good variety mix of drama & intrigue, angst & fluff, smut & sweetness, tragedy & other dark themes, ect, but nothing too intensely or consistently dark or taboo

i'd consider myself to be a pretty active rp partner for the most part (i'm in college plus i work sporadic hours as a private tutor) and when replies are on the shorter side, i can usually do at least one set of replies (if we are writing multiple threads at a time, i personally enjoy writing 2 at a time!) a day, but likely more, and i'm down for rapid-fire sessions as well when i can! i prefer my partner to have similar activity (it's difficult for me to stay invested in an rp when it mostly just consists of hcs & shared inspo, and when there is very little actual writing happening), though i don't at ALL want my partner to feel pressured to write replies!! it's just a hobby, not a jobby! things happen & life gets busy! but i really appreciate communication and transparency with rp friends! just lmk what's up and i'll do the same for you! and if you can't do replies for some reason, i'm always happy to just chat ooc or do some inspo chatting or plotting!!

this got so long, if you read all of it ily! if you have any questions or are interested in all this shit by me, please send me an IM!! or if you like or comment on this ad, i'll reach out to you! ty!! if i don't reach out it's because i found something in your guidelines that i don't think is compatible with this plot ad (usually has to do with desired reply length being multi-paragraph/novella, listed low activity, if the blog is heavily smut-centric, or rules state exclusively wanting to write one gender or kind of ship) but if your guidelines are out of date pls feel free to reach out anyway!!

#discord 1x1 #1x1 #discord rp #1x1 mumu

[darkh3llscap3]

Robin Buckley Relationship Headcanons

Warnings: hints of homophobia (by society), fluff, talk of insecurities, supportive Steve, pda, slight possessiveness, nsfw under cut, oral, making out, mentions of strap-on, and teasing.

General Masterlist

ST Masterlist

You became friends in band class because you helped her fumbling fingers find the right spots on her trumpet. When she tried to thank you she started rambling about how grateful she was which turned into her apologizing for talking so much. It was cute how her head would shake when she tried to not offend you and her hand motions had she tried to explain. The only thing that made her stop was your laughing as you calmed down her worries.

Spending your late nights in her room as she practices, you notice how she keeps messing up the basics but rocks the hard stuff in class. You confront her and she tells you how she's been pretending to be bad at her instrument so you could help her. You can tell she feels guilty and tell her it’s no big deal and if she wanted to be friends with you she could have just asked.

Having dumb inside jokes sprouted by passing moments in your daily life.

Robin towering over you and resting her chin on your neck as her arms come around to shank around your waist so she can hold you close.

Robin messes with your hair in class, her slender finger making messy braids only to undo them when she's done. She starts again when she gets bored of the movie playing on the small box tv.

Getting confused when something intimate happens between the both of you. This makes you think if what your doing is considered dating but then awkwardly talking about it and settling on it being normal friend things even though both of you like each other.

She frantically confesses to you one night, her Scoops Ahoy uniform messy like her hair. Her arms wrap tight around you trying to seek comfort as she rambles about her feelings towards you. Your hands ghost her cheek as you tell her you feel the same about her. Her soft lips move against yours as you feverishly kiss her on your doorstep.

The days when she doubts your relationship you spend laying in her bed all day comforting her because there's no way in hell you're tired of her.

Sadly, having to keep your and Robin's relationship a secret because you don’t want each other to get into dangerous situations because of it.

Borrowing each other's clothes and knowing no one will be none the wiser. This includes her stealing some of your shirts to keep when you are not around.

The both of you hide behind the bleachers during band practice her hand rough against your chest as she savors anything you are willing to give.

She gets jealous when some guy comes up to you flirting. Robin has to go up to him when he doesn't take your rejection lightly. She makes fun of him until he backs off making her ask to see if you're okay.

You meeting Steve and him being supportive of your and Robin's relationship makes you feel more normal. It also lets you see your girlfriend give him relationship advice like a pro. Even if she doesn’t follow her own advice.

She loves to put her hand on your thigh when no one is around, it gives her a sense of possession over you. It’s nice to feel like a regular couple even if you can’t be with each other in public.

For your fifth date night, she spend the entire time trying to teach you how to speak Russian since you were curious. The night ends in hysterical fits of laughter coming from both of you.

Her fumbling fingers handing you a mix tape on your anniversary. It is filled with all your favorite artists and some songs she wants you to listen to.

NSFW-

She loves to be alone with you under the bleachers because it gives her the private freedom to be able to grab the back of your hair and stick her tongue down your throat till she’s tasted all of you.

She's a giver meaning she loves to make you cum as many times as she can before she even takes her pants off. Her fingers slip off your underwear as you lie in the mess of pillows like a princess.

Robins practically worship your body with the way her painted nails glide down the sides of your stomach as she reaches down. Her mouth leaves a wet trail because she can’t get enough of you.

She teases your entrance with her tongue letting her fingers graze your puffy clit. Her thumb settles on circling it as she lazily licks your entrance until she dives her wet limb in. The end of her tongue poking inside you makes you wish it was longer because you're caving to feel more. The fat part of her tongue stretched you out making you hiss and grab tight to her hair.

Robin likes to suck on your neck as she fucks her dainty fingers inside of you

She’s a switch because she’s easy to adapt to what you prefer but sometimes when she’s really feeling it she’ll be a certain way.

She loves having you on her lap when you do something like watch a movie. Her hands trailing down so she can grab a fistful of your ass.

She likes to tease you whether it be her hand drifting to your thigh in public as she tries to tease your clit by grazing it.

She's a boob person and loves grouping your boobs whenever she has the chance. Something about holding the soft skin makes her more relaxed.

She’s into strap-ons because she enjoys your fucked out face as she steadies her hips into your cunt. You watch her breasts bounce with each violent thrust of the silicone dick.

Your hand finding her tits as you grip them mushing the smooth fleash until you get bored. Then your fingers teasing her nipples so they can be ready for when you suck the hard bud into your mouth.

When you get between her sweet thighs on a day shes partically stressed out you get to enjoy that way her hands scratch against your scalp. Her pathetic little whimpers as she arches her back like a cat for you.

#x reader #smut #fluff #headcanons #stranger things #robin buckley #maya hawke #x female!reader

[whysodelirious08]

Fantasy storybook stuff

Eddie Munson x Any reader [Gender Neutral]

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Summary: You're dropping off your brother Dustin to Eddie's trailer for a D&D session with no intention of staying but your interest in Eddie and his band influences you to stay a little while.

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Genre: Fluff and Fun. Minor friendly!

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Warnings: No spoilers! Don’t worry, you’re safe here. Some profanities.

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Word count: 1.8k

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You weren't particularly into one kind of music or the other, you just drifted into whatever you felt was right at the time.  Though you often pondered just how plain your life would be without your Sony Walkman. If you weren't dropping off your brother Dustin to his D&D games or working, you were preparing to attend your first year of college later this year, and if not either of those then you were picking up extra shifts working the clean up shift at Scoops Ahoy where you had been happy to find that Steve Harrington was getting along well with Dustin. 

As much as you rarely admitted to it, you had found a keen interest in a very local band; Corroded Coffin. You had managed to hide and sneak around just to get a chance at seeing them play. Seeing Eddie play. Okay. Yeah perhaps you had a interest in Eddie, nothing serious obviously but even you couldn't deny that under that denim jacket and well tamed mop of hair, he was a good looking dude. You knew better to form any attachments, though. You had to leave for college that year and couldn't commit yourself to anything, and you didn't want people knowing you perhaps, maybe had the hots for the guy. 

What you didn't know was that when you arrived to drop your brother off this particular evening, you would knock the door and be met with none other than Eddie himself. 

"Dustin! Please! You know I don't understand any of your fantasy storybook stuff" you groaned as you let your hands run down your face in a dramatic manner, letting your arms flop to your sides after. The door opened just as you had said that. 

""Fantasy storybook stuff"? Surely you're not referring to one of the greatest games ever made?" A familiar yet new voice appeared, a smirk appearing on Eddie's face while he looked through his eyebrows a little at you. You groaned and rolled your eyes playfully. 

"Not you too." You said sarcastically though it was taking you every ounce of power in your body to not die from excitement and fear. He was there. Actually there. In front of you. Jesus what were you? Thirteen? Your comment towards Eddie earned a chuckle which only made your heart race a little faster. You smiled but looked away to your car. 

"What? In a rush to leave? Why don't you come and see for yourself?" Eddie joked, leaning against the door while Dustin looked at you, smiling, waiting. 

"Yeah because I want to spend my free time listening to Dustin and his buddies act out soke fantasy nonsense? Yeah-no I'll pass" You said after you scoffed and turned on your heel. 

"Hey come on! It's not boring I promise and I'm sure Eddie can help you make a super awesome character! Please-!" Dustin said as he clung to your arm, facing you to look at him, your back to Eddie but you could sense his smile at Dustin's attempts to convince you. 

"Thirty minutes. That's all I'll give you to convince me. Take it or leave it." You stated as you pulled your arm away gently though you wanted to be up close to Eddie, you wanted nothing more than to be his friend but making friends wasn't your strong point. Dustin cheered a little and dragged you along, not giving you a chance to change your mind, trying to ignore Eddie though you brushed past him to get through the door. You were lead to where the rest of the group were and got some well deserved strange looks since everyone knew you weren't into this stuff, your taste was a little different than the genres involved in the game. 

You took a seat at the table, made to sit next to Erica, though you didn't mind since she seemed nice, apart from her odd comments about people's appearances, you had since made a mental note to not piss her off or else be faced with criticism about how you looked, and that was the last thing you needed. You had yet to find a style that worked, often just grabbing something that worked. You had more important things to worry about. 

"Alright, alright. Gather yourselves, kids. This ones gonna get rough!" He said as he clapped while he sat down in his throne of sorts. You didn't take your eyes off him, not for the entirety of the session. You were hooked on his descriptive tellings, even if you had no fucking clue what it all meant. You had caught his glance a few times and you had promptly smiled and looked turned into what the group was saying every time, just to avoid the awkwardness. Your lip rolled between your teeth as you drifted off into your thoughts, wandering a little before you heard the screams of the chairs while the group stood up. 

"Ugh! Next time, Munson! I'm gunna-" Erica started but didn't finish as the group diverted the conflict and attention, you heard Eddie's quiet laughter as he closed the divider. 

"Let's not argue the facts. Anyway-" He stated and then his eyes dropped to you. 

"Thirty minutes, huh? What happened to that? Perhaps our little game isn't so bad?" He smiled and walked over, hand resting on the table as he leaned to the side a bit. 

Your cheeks reddened but not enough to notice. 

"Yeah yeah whatever. Actually I have a bit of a favour-" You asked as you stood up, glancing over at the group who were talking amongst themselves. 

"A favour you say? How can I be of service, my keen wanderer?" He asked. Cheesy. You forced yourself not to roll your eyes, you noticed how he leaned in a little. 

"Well I know you're in a band. And I was wondering if you would…teach me how to play guitar? I mean, I have a few months left until college and-" you rambled a little, for fingers interlocked together. You glanced away a bit, human interaction. It was never your forte. 

"Oh? You want me to teach you? Hmm. And what would I get in return?" He asked and he moved to stand fully, pulling his sleeves up to reveal his tattoo. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for your answer. 

"Well…I can help…uh- help you with your…school work?" You offered, knowing that that may be a bad choice. You knew Eddie had been held back and yet here you were willing to help him out just because you wanted to get close to him. You couldn't just say 'Hey, you seem cool. Can we get to know each other?'. You just had to find awkward ways of getting close to people. 

"That sounds like a pretty neat deal to me, Henderson the First" he joked, seeing as you were the older sibling. You sighed a little but found it funny just enough to laugh under your breath. 

"Well how about now? I'm free and I wouldn't give up the chance to tease you at how bad you're gonna be at guitar" he admitted as he walked over and grabbed his bag. You knew he lived at the trailer park and you often avoided such a place. 

"Uh…sure. I guess. I gotta drop Dustin off though" You mention before you see that he's already headed off with his friends and sigh a bit. 

"Apparently not." You stated with a dry chuckle before Eddie moved back to grab an acoustic guitar. 

"Right. You take this and site over there, I'll show you some basics on my Baby." Eddie explained and you did as you were told. You spent the next hour side by side with Eddie, his slow guidance and gentle corrections helped you get the gist of things, a rush felt every time he physically corrected your finger placement. You felt a lot better with his words of encouragement, knowing how your music teacher in school just got annoyed and eventually gave up trying to teach the class anything. 

"Not bad for a newbie" Eddie teased a little before you nudged him. Before letting the guitar slide into your lap a little. 

"So…Corroded Coffin?" You asked, absolutely dying on the inside from excitement. You loved to listen to them rock out, hearing them in person was 100 times better than listening to any song on record or cassette. 

"Shit! You know about that?!" He laughed, clearly surprised, moving to put his guiltless back. 

"Yeah…you're insane on that guitar! I've not been brave enough to show my face though. I mean it is usually the drinks who are listening but yeah…" Your voice soft yet your excitement showed enough. 

"What?! No, man you come see us. It would be great to actually have someone who's interested in listening. Not that this town cares for me, let alone my music" He laughed a little and sat back down. 

"You sing by any chance?" He joked, clearly not expecting any kind of answer but you couldn't help by wonder if saying yes meant you'd get an 'audition' just for the hell of it. 

"What if I say yes?" You joked back with a smirk, standing up to meet his eyes. You saw him raise his brow a little, waving his hands up a little. 

"Then I'd say you better prove it. My band needs a vocalist" he challenged. You suddenly felt a rush of nerves, what had you gotten yourself into now? 

"I'll sing if you sing. Deal? I'm not doing karaoke by myself" you state as you crossed your arms, Eddie moving to match you. 

"Alright. But no laughing at my voice." He stated, moving to look through his records. 

"Iron maiden? Black Sabbath? Dio? Accept? WASP?" He listed out some names and yet you let him pick for you out of a few that you mentioned you knew. And that was it, there the two of you were; acting like total idiots as you sung, you were laughing more than singing by the end, mainly at Eddie's attempts at singing into the bottle of cola he had previously picked up to drink. The music blared from the trailer, the space was a little small but that didn't stop the two of you. By the end of it he had you in his arms, laughing into each other, using each other for support before you crashed into the couch. 

"You sounded like shit-!" You exclaimed finally as you finally breathed slower. Watching as Eddie let his head fall back, their curls falling with it to give give a clear view of his face. 

"Well so did you!" He countered with a smile, shaking his head a bit. You pushed him gently and sunk back into the seat. 

"No, you were good actually. Perhaps I'll introduce you to the rest of the guys huh?" He said finally after you both rested enough. You found yourself smiling like a dumbass back at him. 

"Yeah?" You asked excitedly, childlike excitement beaming. It would a dream. You were so into music but that wasn't an career option for you. 

"Sure. Wanna grab something to eat..?" He asked now. This was the best afternoon ever and it was only getting better…

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✿ name: Squid/Buncy

✿ PRONOUNS: She/Her

✿ preference of communication:  Discord, but even then I can't promise I'm gonna be good at responding. ;7;

✿ name of muse(s):  Akande "Doomfist" Ogundimu

✿ EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?):  Uhhh I started in 2016 so that's 6 years?

✿ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED:  This and discord I don't have any other social media. ;7;

✿ best experience:  Meeting the incredible person that is @apoapsis on here and meeting @dragxnfall IRL!! I was cosplaying at the time too and it was so cool to meet an RP partner for real!! There are just so many!! The body swap M!A, literally any interaction with @primedspecimen's Junkrat was entertaining, T̸̡͉̩̦̿̈́h̴̗̮̙͈͊͆̀ẹ̸̱̌̐ ̸̯̣̄̌̅D̵̙̺̽̀̂͝͝ė̵̲̫ă̴̧͛̑ṫ̵͔̑͛̈́̚h̵̨̲̓͊ ̷͍͖̟̂̅͋ͅM̶͍͇͌̎ͅā̵̛̲̮͈̀͠c̶̫̫̫̉̆̾h̴̢̧̩̐̀͘ị̵̢̈n̵͇̗̿͝e̷̯͍̩̻͓̐̾͝, but most recently has to be the Strawberry Pizza debates. There's a TON more but I can only type so much. ;7;

✿ RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: Rushing me to respond or guilting me about not immediately responding to DMs. Another and this only happened a handful of times around the 2016 OW RP era but getting pressed when a character is being portrayed in a way you don't like?? Not even talking about duplicate jealousy just in general. We are here to write and have fun, chill. LUCKILY this stuff has not been carried into the current RP space.

✿ fluff, angst or smut: Fluff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I adore fluff so much especially domestic type of settings. Romantic, platonic it don't matter... I'm lov. That being said angst is also good!! I can provide some angst but I do consume the fluff HCs of characters like the Cookie Monster at a Chips Ahoy factory. Smut as of right now... Not really. I can make NSFW HCs but writing it is... Weh.

✿ plots or memes: Both!! I love sending and receiving memes and I love plotting with people!!

✿ long or short replies: Long replies because they feed my lizard brain, but I do love me some short replies because......... They are easier for said lizard brain.  

✿ best time to write: Night time. ;7; Or when I am at my friend's house. It is my two moments of free time. Sometimes I can do replies in the early morning, but mostly the former two.

✿ are you like your muse(s): Uhhhh... For Mercy sorta but not that much (Ngl I project onto Mei like a MF XDD). Bob? Also sorta but in the sense of knowing what it's like to take on the parental role....... Doomfist? Not really, no. XDD

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“Peeps,Puppets, and Promises.”

Robin Buckley x Little! Reader

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Warnings: 𓅪 lots of Fluff 𓅪 Age Regression 𓅪 Character Cameos 𓅪 Stims 𓅪 Slight Autistic!Robin Buckley

𓅪 Billy being a Jerk (only for like 5 seconds) 𓅪 Character Cameos

♡ ☆ .♡‧₊˚ Starcourt ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ㅤ ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮. ( ^ ∀ ^。 ) ♡ ( ^ ∀ ^。 )☆ ♡ ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ͜ ◟◞╯♡ . ☆ ㅤㅤ( ^ ∀ ^。 )☆ ♡ Mall ♡ 　 ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╯ . ☆

Robin had Invited you to Starcourt Mall since she had an early shift that day, luckily enough Max and Eleven were coming too! You wandered around the store for a while, browsing clothes, sampling the various foods and makeup. Robin’s shift ended at 2:30. Not to bad, considering it was 1:40 when you got there. wandered around the food court, you waved at Murray, Joyce, and… some guy holding a Woody Woodpecker toy? He got his order and it looked like the biggest slushy cup you’ve ever seen!

“Hey, Y/N you alright?” Max tapped your shoulder, you hadn’t realized it but all the colours and… all the stuff made you stim. You were so happy and mesmerizing by everything you hadn't realized your hands flapping. “Uh yeah I’m great! Sorry! Do you know what time it is?” Eleven looked down at her watch “2…2..9!” You panicked. You barely knew your way around the mall but you promised to meet Robin at Scoops Ahoy by 2:30! You rushed a goodbye and ran around the crowded megastore.

𓅯𓅚♡ ☆ .♡‧₊˚ Rockin ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ㅤ ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮. ( ^ ∀ ^。 ) 🕊 ( ^ ∀ ^。 )☆ ♡ ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ͜ ◟◞╯♡ . ☆ ㅤㅤ( ^ ∀ ^。 )☆ ♡ Robin ♡ 　 ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╯ . ☆𓅚𓅯

Tweedle-lee-dee-dee-dee, tweedle-lee-dee-dee Tweedle-lee-dee-dee-dee, tweedle-lee-dee-dee

Tweedle-lee-dee-dee-dee, tweedle-lee-dee-dee

Robin was freaking out. “Steve! What if she had Billy drive her here?? You know how reckless he is! Or what if she got lost? She’s never been to the mall before and she’s too scared to ask people for help- Or she found some other girl or or-“ Steve calmly interjected “Robin, listen, it’s okay. Y/N is perfectly capable of taking care of her self, alright?”

Tweet.tweet.tweet.tweet. You ran and you ran and you R A N. He rocks in the tree tops all day long Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singing his song

You ran past the Jazzer-size classes, and waved a quick “hello!” At Mrs.Wheeler. All the little birds on Jaybird Street Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet ”Hey get out the way! Damn kids” Billy huffs as you accidentally bumped into him. Rockin' robin.tweet.tweet.tweet Rockin' robin.tweet, tweedle-lee-dee Blow rockin' robin

“I don’t know Steve, it’s been a while… what if she stood me up? What if she just forgot…” 'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight (Tweet, tweedle-lee-dee) You’re running and running and… “YES!” Finally you made it to…

♡ ☆ .♡‧₊˚ 🍦Scoops🍦 ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ㅤ ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮. ( ^ ∀ ^。 ) ♡ ( ^ ∀ ^。 )☆ ♡ ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ͜ ◟◞╯♡ . ☆ ㅤㅤ( ^ ∀ ^。 )☆ ♡ 🏴‍☠️Ahoy!🏴‍☠️ ♡ 　 ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╯ . ☆

“Robin! Robin I’m here! I’m so so so sorry I’m late!” You hopped over the counter and grabbed Robin’s face, bombarding it with kisses. Steve chuckled leaning against the counter, whispering something in Robin’s ear that made her hit him playfully. “Well you two lovebirds get going, I’ll hold down the fort for the rest of the day.” After that Robin scrambled to get her vest and hat off and begin the day! ”Okat I’ve got this entire thing planned out! First we’re going to the- actually I wanna make it a surprise! Surprised are always fun right? God I hope you like surprises.” You chuckled at Robin’s flustered state, all she wanted to do was impress you, and it went both ways. You both walked up to the most amazing store you had ever seen “Candy Factory” the sign read. You had never been more happy in your whole life. Pipes full of candy, sweet smells, taffy pullers, and the colors. So. Many. Colors. You rushed around the room to see everything, Robin followed close behind.

“So… do you like it?” You gave your girlfriend the biggest smile “I LOVE IT” Then something caught your eye. A little yellow chick. “PEEPSSSS!!!” You squealed and ran toward the sweet treats. You jumped up and down and flapped your hands, “Can I have some pretty pweasee!” Robin looked at you and went entirely red, she rocked back and forth, “of course Chickadee! Let me just get my wallet…” she reached into her pockets and took out her wallet. “Oh Y/n, Robin, hey!! What are you guys doing here?” Jonathan said, carrying way too many bags than he could carry. “Nothin much! Me and Y/N are just going on a little… mall adventure! I got off of work early and…” Robin and Jonathan kept talking. And talking. And talking. You huffed, you really really wanted your peeps.

You tugged at Robin’s sleeve and she flinched a little “oh little bird I’m so sorry! Jonothan actually just bought them for you!” She handed you the candies, “I’m really glad, you’d have no idea how cheap the manager is- Anyways let’s go to the next place and you can eat your peeps!” She held your hand as the two of you walked around. You gasped in excitement “The Ex-exca… the staiw wide!!!” Robin chucked, “Yep chickadee, the stair ride! Are you excited?” You nodded vigorously. Robin hopped onto the escalator first, you hesitated and went on after her. The two of you ended up at the top, Robin was so happy. Which, in turn, made you happy too.

♡ ☆ .♡‧₊˚ Candy ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ㅤ ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮. ( ^ ∀ ^。 ) & ( ^ ∀ ^。 )☆ ♡ ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ͜ ◟◞╯♡ . ☆ ㅤㅤ( ^ ∀ ^。 )☆ ♡ Water Beds ♡ 　 ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╯ . ☆

The two of you walked into the Water Bed store. You were a little confused at first but before you could think further Robin grabbed your hand and quickly walked to the back of the store. She gently threw you onto the water bed as she layed down with you. “Woah… dis is so comfy” you mumbled. Robin sat up a bit, “Yknow I’ve never had peeps before.” You stared your love dead in the eyes, her gaze unwavered. She really was telling the truth. “You wan’ try one? I gots a bunch!” Robin hesitated at first, but when you gave her your puppy dog eyes she caved. She picked up the little yellow chick and bit it, chewing for a while, and immediately spitting it out. “I’m sorry Birdie, it’s just- certain textures are just so…” “Icky?” “Yeah! Icky! I’m sorry. But that’s a good thing, so you can have the rest!” You began eating the rest of the peeps and noticed Robin was still holding the one she bit off of.

“Mama! Yours ones doesn’t hav a face!” You picked up one of your peeps and in a small voice said “oh no’s! It’s the headwess horse peep!” Robin hadn’t realized what you were doing she looked a tad bit confused. You whispered “we pwayin wiff da peeps mama bird,” you held up her arm with the topless peep in it, she mouthed an “Ohh” and began playing along “Haha! Yes I am! And I’m going to get you!” She did in a thick Russian accent. The two of you played around with the candies until you were interrupted by an “Ahem”. It was Nancy, standing and crossing her arms. “Oh hey Nance! We were just uh- testing out the water beds!” She said wiping the yellow sugar off the mattress “Right Chickadee?” She referenced towards you while You bounced up and down the bed, peeps still in hand. You nodded. Nancy scoffed playfully, “Robin do you have any idea what time it is? You don’t…” you didn’t catch the rest of what Nancy Said, but it definitely made Robin panic.

“Oh my goodness I didn’t even- oh god, Baby listen we gotta go okay?? Like. Right now!” She picked you up, gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and carried you on her shoulders. “We’re gonna go on the stair ride again alright?” You clapped your hands in delight.

♡ ☆ .♡‧₊˚ Stealing Manhattan ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ㅤ ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮. ( ^ ∀ ^。 ) ♡ ( ^ ∀ ^。 )☆ ♡ ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ͜ ◟◞╯♡ . ☆ ㅤㅤ( ^ ∀ ^。 )☆ ♡ And my Heart ♡ 　 ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╯ . ☆

The two of you ended up in the movie theatre that rested within the major complex. You saw big posters for “Back To The Future”, “Weird Science”, and “Return to Oz” you looked more and more until Robin hopped to the side you were looking at, chucking nervously. The two of you reached the line, Robin held your hand as the two of you skipped to the front. She murmured her apologies but still leaving everyone in line with a scowling expression. ”Rob, what the heck?” Chrissy Cunningham, the last person you’d expect to be working… at all. “I know I know, she was a little late and then I ran into Jonothan and then there was this headwess-headLESS horseman-“ Chrissy laughed and pulled something out of her pockets “here’s your tickets! Now hurry up! You can tell me about everything later I promise!”

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The two of you sat down, popcorn bucket and cola slushy in hand. A few other people shuffled around the theatre. ‘Steve?’ You thought as he sat next to you. You flapped your hands in anxious anticipation and Robin twisted and rocked in place. And finally the screen turned on, Kermit appeared on the screen in the iconic Jim Henson intro started. “Muppets Take Manhattan” the title flashed across the screen. You had almost jumped out your seat. With everything going on you never got to see the movie last year. Robin whispered pretty loudly “ya see I had to work some extra shifts. Steve used his charm. And Joyce… threatened the manager- but we got the theatre to play a rerun of the movie! It was sort of my idea! Not the threatening the manager with an axe put but the-“ you hugged her so so tight.

“I’ll love you forever, I promise.” ”I wuv you too, mama bird”

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Author’s Note: isaiah here!! I’m really proud of how this turned out. I may be making a part 2, and I wanted to shout out @semishyguy for their inspiration and awesome words! I haven’t seen Muppets Take Manhattan in a long time, hence the fanfic being so short. I hope you enjoyed bc this was a joy to read!

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[zaharadessert]

Heart of the Saviour (9/12)

Rating: Mature to start with, some later chapters will probably end up being explicit.

Warnings: Abduction, Ransom, Mortal Peril.

Summary: One night, in every corner of every magical realm, every boy aged nine to seventeen disappeared. Not one remained. That was when Pan made himself known to the realms, and from that night the eve of every boy’s ninth birthday meant their disappearance, until finally the realms demanded to know what he wanted to return their children to them. Pan told them he wanted the saviour, and while most realms were confused Snow and David knew what he meant and confessed the role their daughter was supposed to have played in breaking the curse. The realms voted and agreed to Pan’s terms, and Pan stopped taking the realms sons, holding the children he’d currently taken as insurance of their compliance. For the next fifteen years Emma’s birthday wasn’t a celebration, it was another tick on the countdown clock to the end of her freedom. Not that she was ever free in the first place, but to save every male child in the United Realms including her younger brother, Leo… She understood that she had a job to do, and she would do her duty with her head held high. What she didn’t count on was the sparkling blue eyes of the man Pan sends to escort her to Neverland in time for her twenty-first birthday.

Notes: So, the angst is pretty much over, but that doesn't mean the story has ended. Emma and Killian have a lot still to contend with, but from here on in this is mostly fluff... ENJOY!

Huge thanks to Kmomof4 as always, and for being patient with me while I swear about the art for this thing... lol. Thanks to the @neverlandnewyear​ mods for running the event!

Enjoy?! Link to AO3 is down there somewhere!

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Read on AO3: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter 9

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After a long moment Emma sat up. Killian was loath to let her go but he knew they couldn’t stay there forever. They needed to get back to his ship… and find out how the hell they were going to get the hostages Pan had taken back to their families. He couldn’t fit hundreds of children on his ship, that was for sure.

“Two hundred years?” Roland said suddenly.

Killian laughed and nodded. “Give or take. Help an old man up would you?”

Emma pushed herself to her feet, and she and Roland helped him to his. He may have been saved by True Love’s Kiss, but he’d still been all but dead a few minutes ago. He hadn’t imagined it hurting so much. If he’d even imagined it at all. Emma tucked herself into his side, like she was sensing that he needed help to stay on his feet. He let his arm rest across her shoulders, grateful for the excuse to keep her close.

“Is it really over, are we really free?” Tiger Lily asked, her voice lighter than Killian had ever heard it.

Yes.

They all turned and looked at the shadow, seeing the change in the figure floating in front of them. It didn’t look like Pan any more. It seemed older, more authoritative somehow.

Pan’s death released the magic he’d trapped to sustain his life. The island is restored.

“What about the children he took?” Emma asked, her concern for the mission she’d been sent here to complete not having dimmed even now.

All who had family to return to have been returned. Those who don’t will be cared for, the island will provide them with everything they need. They will pass on to other realms and live out their lives when they are ready to do so.

“And you?”

I am free to safeguard this island as I once did, to protect it from those who would use it for ill. Keep it a safe haven for lost souls to escape to in their dreams.

Emma gave the shadow an odd look, tilting her head a little as she regarded it for a long moment. She could feel the change in Neverland’s magic now, and with that came a realisation. She slipped out of Killian’s arms, moving across the space between them. She took its hand and pulled it down into a hug.

“Thank you, for everything,” she said quietly.

Killian’s eyebrow rose a little in curiosity. There was something else hidden behind what she was saying, something she’d experienced with the shadow that he didn’t know about. The smoky arms wrapped around Emma’s shoulders tentatively returning the hug.

Thank you, Saviour, it replied. We’re free thanks to you.

Emma stepped back, moving quickly to her place at his side, her arm around his waist.

“We need to get to the ship,” Tink said. “I can’t wait to get out of here.”

“Me too,” Roland agreed quickly.

Emma looked up at Killian, concern flickering over her face.

“Can you leave? What you told me about Liam… your curse…”

Was broken by True Love’s Kiss. Pan’s hold over anything here is gone. It moved its head, looking at Killian now instead of Emma. Your willingness to sacrifice yourself, your effective death paid the price the curse demanded. Your connection to the island has been severed without consequence. You will age normally now, once you leave.

“What about his hand?” Emma asked, but as their eyes moved over the floor to where the jar had smashed they saw a withered and twisted thing that looked more like a dead spider than a hand. Restoring it now would have a price, one she was fairly sure none of them were prepared to pay. Knowing Pan, he’d have made that impossible too, or it would have dire results she would never forgive herself for. She looked down at the silver gleaming hook, a little blood stained after the fight but the sight of it had never worried her, it was part of him and she’d seen what was underneath it… Nothing about the hook or his stump phased her. In fact, she realised then, she quite liked it. “On second thought, I definitely prefer the hook,” she said, looking back up at him with a smile.

“Aye, Love, me too,” he said with a wry smile.

Tiger Lily chuckled. “It’s hard to call you Captain Hook without the hook after all,” she reasoned.

“That too,” he replied, though he was less happy about that point than Emma’s preference for his hook. That was more of a cause for curiosity as well, but he wasn’t going to dwell on that now. They needed to work out how the hell to get off this island.

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[thewordworrier]

👀 Do you have any words/phrases you use habitually? ✏️ What is your fave fic from another writer? 🤔 What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try?

👀 Do you have any words/phrases you use habitually? God damn. Yeah, I know I do; I know I fall back on a bunch of things but now that you've asked me that, I literally cannot think of a single bloody one! 🤔 What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try? Hmmm. I'd like to do more of the Time-Travelling stuff, but I'm out of ideas. I think I'd like to experiment with like, Fantasy and magic and all of that a little more? Not quite sure where I'd go with it, but I think it would be fun. Not sure if my VampireAU counts too much as that's more of a modern setting? (I know I need to get back to that at some point.) Also, I know it’s not a genre per say, but I’ve seen some SoulmateAU ideas that’ve... Caught my interest. Along with others. ✏️ What is your fave fic from another writer? LONG ANSWER AHOY Okay. So I’ve thought about this, quite a lot, and I’ve come to the conclusion that a lot of what I read decends into smut. I’m gonna have to let that realisation sit and sink in, and question my life choices. That’ll be fun. ANYWAY. I have a fic rec tag. But I also know I’ve got a bunch of fics saved in my ‘likes’ that I haven’t reblogged and added to that tag yet. Bad me. I’m also not gonna pick ones that I know I requested, or ones that might’ve been sparked from a conversation I was involved in because reasons. I toyed with the idea of putting fics for the other fandoms (mostly Criminal Minds or Supernatural, sometimes the MCU) on here but... Nah. Just a quick note that, just because I haven’t mentioned it, doesn’t mean I didn’t like it! I read pretty much everything I get my hands on, and I’ll admit I’m awful at reblogging things most of the time. I can’t list everything or I’ll be here all day and... No one wants that? To be honest, you could ask me the same question on a different day and I’d have a list of fics for you, even if you told me I had to keep to the same authors because my favourites change and sometimes it’s hard to pick just one. RIGHT I have three from the lovely @mcrxreader The first two live in my head rent free because, jesus they made me cackle and giggle when I first read them. Admitedly the first is a weird dream/nightmare situation for most writers, or readers, I think? The third is just... Heart eyes, you know? We gotta remember that first and foremost our favourite vocalist is a nerd and this one is so cute.      ~ S-I-N, I S-I-N      ~ There’s A Place In The Dark (Where The Animals Go)      ~ Let’s Use Our Magic Powers With The Children A few from @xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx That first one? The format, like - positive things, positive things, slap in the face with feelings! Yes, give it to me. The second is just like... I identify with this so hard. And who wouldn’t want Gerard taking care you of when your morning is the worst? The third... I have mixed and complicated feelings about LynZ herself as an actual real person, but, we brush those aside for fic. Also we need more girls loving girls positivity y’all.      ~ I Lied      ~ Not Every Morning Is Good      ~ Not Straight Third; some from @hellofanimagination The first, again is one that lives in my head rent free because, hot damn. There’s some lines in there that just stuck with me, and not just because it’s a little smutty. The second - c’mon. If you know me, you know I’m a suckerrrrrrr for that kinda fluff. The third - It’s a Dallon fic, it’s fluffy and it’s Robin’s fault that man is even on my radar.      ~ Urie’s House, 11 Tonight      ~ Marry Me      ~ You Stole My Head Obviously, I’m gonna have some fics from @robinrunsfiction I’m gonna point out first, that I know how much work she puts into her writing - she looks up correct locations and correct dates and hotel room visuals and all of that kinda fun stuff. Details yo. I dig that. (I’m not saying that others don’t do this, I’m sure some do but I don’t know for certain like I do here.) Whereas I make that up as I go or gloss over it because... Reasons? I appreciate that kinda thing. Anyway. The first is an idea I’m so mad that I didn’t write first. But we all know I’d write it with Gerard, ‘cause c’mon, you should all know me by now BUT that’s not the point. I’m glad she got there first because Frank is a little shite [affectionate] and this is perfect and <3 Second - it’s beautiful okay. It’s beautiful and romantic and makes me feel soft, and gives me those... Losing a day, sitting in a bay window with a mug of tea, a snuggly blanket and a good book while it’s raining kinda vibes and I don’t even know how else to explain it. The third - (I spent like five minutes letting a couple of titles fight it out for this spot, not gonna lie) it’s fluffy and cute and you just need that sometimes. Plus, teacher x teacher is so... Uncommon? Rare? And I just... Heart-eyes. [plus this is the first, original and best compared to some others kthxbi don’t @ me] ~ To The Vows You Take ~ Ivy ~ I See Stars

#She Speaks #She Answers #apparently this is post 5500 #good post for it I think #I feel like I've missed some fics / people though

[fr0gheart]

five inches

anonymous said: can you do an imagine where the reader is steve's little sister and she's dating mike and mike and the reader are in her room then steve barges in to let them know he's going to work?? (he works at scoops ahoy) but when he walks in he catches them in the middle of kissing and scolds them saying things like "hey! you little shits need to cut it out!" and stuff like that?? just him being protective. thanks and i'm sorry if this is a lot to ask for

authors note: thank you sm for requesting. just 500 words of plain fluff and some kissing. love you guys! request if you want me to write any concepts you have. as always enjoy!! gif has nothing to do with this imagine as always

public service announcement: STOP APOLOGIZING FOR REQUESTING. I LOVE YALL AND I WRITE ALMOST EVERYTHING YOU REQUEST IT’S REALLY NO HASSLE TO ME.

warnings: making out,cursing, fluff, teasing

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Billy Joel filled the room as you danced around in front of your boyfriend Mike. 

‘ You look ridiculous’ Mike called from his spot on your twin bed. 

‘ At least I know how to have fun,’ You stopped dancing and looked him in the eye. ‘Nerd.’

He shot up from the bed and started chasing you around the room. 

‘ mIKE, STOP!’ You yelled using a chair to keep you away from the laughing boy.

He made several attempts to get around the chair and you pushed it at him, using the time to run downstairs to your living room. It became quiet upstairs and you got out from your hiding spot only to be met with Mike pushing you against the wall.

You let out several giggles as you made several attempts to push the boy off of you.

‘ Oh, you are so going to pay for that,’ He whispered into your ear as the air was still filled with giggles. 

You weren’t taking him seriously so he pressed his lips against yours. You smiled a little into the kiss as your hands made your way to the hair on his neck. He grabbed both of you and pushed you to the couch. He fell on top of you as the kiss deepened. 

‘ Would a nerd do that?,’ He whispered pulling away from the kiss as you let out a small smile and going back to connect your lips. 

It was getting pretty heated Mike's hands went to your waist pulling you even closer to him.

‘ Hey shitheads I’m going to- WOAH,’ Steve yelled once he saw the sight. 

You and Mike jumped apart so fast. You smoothed your shirt down and wiped your lips trying to get them less swollen. 

‘ Hi Steve, I thought you already left,” You said sweetly

‘ No, I didn’t leave but now I don't think I should go after seeing this shit,’ He crossed his arms around his chest.

He moved his gaze from you to Mike slowly walking up to him. 

‘ Steve... Leave him alone.’ You warned.

‘No this little shit is corrupting my sister,’ He shot back to you.

You walked in front of Mike and stared your brother down, trying to get him to break his guard down. The staring contest was going on for a long time until Steve broke causing you to let out a big smile.

‘ WhAtever,’ He replied grabbing his hat and walking out the front door.

You turned around to Mike and put your hands on his shoulder as his hand locked around your waist. You leaned up and planted a kiss on his lips

The front door opened abruptly, ‘ Five inches for the Holy Spirit.’ Steve yelled.

‘ Oh Fuck off,’ You countered back as you went back to Mike’s lips.

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[the-weeping-author]

A Night To Remember

A/N: my request are open so feel free to request I write smut, fluff and angst. I hope you guys like this fic as much as y’all do my other two more will be coming. ~Destiny ❤️

Warnings: cussing, sex, oral, worship. Daddy kink spanking slight choking. Hair pulling.

Tag list: @ahoy-stevieboy @thehair-ington @galactic-kitten-nonsense @linkispink1995 @hoaxsteve @themultifandomwhoresblog @phoebethepheebs

THIS IS NOT FOR KIDS UNDER 18

Word count: 2,464

(Please don’t copy my fics and use them as your own.)

Please enjoy 😌

Steve Harrington doesn’t like girls like me, girls like me are confident, smart, independent and daring. He liked girls like Nancy wheeler. smart, submissive and squeaky clean. Steve and I had known each other for literally years, we were in 1st grade together and we’ve know each other since. Steve and I had a complicated friendship, one day we would talk like we were best friends then the next we would act like we didn’t know each other. So I don’t know how or when I got into this predicament. I was currently at Steve’s house during one of his famous parties, I never went to his parties always other kids. I was in the kitchen drinking listing to the music that was playing when I heard someone’s voice fill me ears.

“Well well well what do I owe the pleasure of having Hawkins party legend at my party?” I quickly turned around seeing Steve smiling at me, I raised an eyebrow and took another drink of my cranberry vodka. “Nothing just thought I’d show you how the real popular kids get down.” I smirked against my cup as he stood there speechless. “Well something made you show up tonight Y/N.” I pulled my cup away from my lips and I licked them and shrugged. “I wanted carol to leave me alone she wouldn’t stop begging me to come.” I’m not gonna lie I’ve always had a thing for Steve but I wouldn’t ever tell him and I knew he felt something for me as well but he wouldn’t say anything because my group of friends ran the school.

When we walked down the hallways kids parted including Steve and his crew, they wish they were like us and we knew it. Steve was a dork and that’s why I was in love with him, wait in love with him? Wow I’m definitely feeling the affects of drinking. I thought to myself as I tuned him out and just started at him. Next thing I knew he was snapping in my face. “I’m sorry what was that Steve?” He smiled and looked at me. “I said thank you for coming I really appreciate it.” His brown eyes shined at me and I had to stop myself from jumping his bones. Immediately scolded myself. “Get ahold of yourself Y/N, you are not a slut.” He walked over and hugged me, I took in his scent the smell of Farrah Fawcett hairspray soap and his cologne filled my nostrils and It was like I was getting intoxicated by his scent.

The party lasted for three long hours Steve and I kept exchanging glances all night, the sexual tension already starting to become present. Every time Steve and I had made eye contact I’m my stomach would go in knots so I started avoiding him. Steve has a live band and karaoke, a few of my friends from my singing class was up there singing it must have been love by Roxette when the song ended everyone cheered and some how I got pushed up on the stage and I looked at the karaoke list and I entered the number and Could’ve been by Tiffany started playing and I started singing along with the song.

*Steve’s pov*

I can’t believe Y/N’s at my party, no one knew I was madly in love with her. I’ve known her for basically my whole life, her and I were friends up until the 8th grade, she’s always been popular but the 8th grade was when she really got popular, then she pushed me to the side, I’m not going to say we just stopped talking cause we definitely didn’t it was just our friendship was put on hold, she always did what she wanted which is what made me so attracted to her. I saw some of her friends singing must’ve been love, I went over to the alcohol table and made myself blue stuff. When they were over I had downed two of them. But nothing would prepare me for who was up their singing next.

Her voice rang through my ears and my breath hitched, I had no idea she could sing. As she sang along with the lyrics effortlessly I felt my heart ache, I felt like the world had stopped and she was singing to me. Her voices sounded angelic the way she hit the high notes in the song gave me chill and the live band played along with the karaoke machine making the song that much better. When the song ended I turned around and got a refil of my drink but when I turned around she was gone. My mind was going a million miles a minute. “What if she left?” That was my first thought, the second was. “What if she only came to up keep her reputation as Hawkins party animal.” I shrugged it off and had fun the rest of the night.

When the party eneded I had started to clean up so my parents wouldn’t come home and kill me, while I was cleaning I heard a thump come from upstairs. I thought nothing of it, after about 20 minutes of cleaning and making sure everything was okay I locked up and decided to go upstairs, I walked up the stairs and half way up them I took my shirt off holding it in my hand. When I got up to my room I opened the door and froze. There she was, the girl I was madly in love with for years. The girl who I dated Nancy wheeler for just to forget about, the girl that broke my heart countless of times and I had her all to myself for once.

*Your pov*

After I basically poured my heart out I panicked, I went upstairs to Steve’s room. I noticed some of the things we did in elementary school, I was going through it and froze when I saw familiar hand writing on a piece of paper, it was mine. I picked the letter up and smiled at it and I read it. Steve Harrington will you marry me check yes or no.” He had checked yes then a few days later I got with Steve’s friend tommy I remembered that week Steve didn’t talk to me at all. He was my first kiss, I kissed Steve on the slide in second grade. That was then this is now, I still liked Steve I just didn’t think he’d like me back for how shallow I had been acting.

I heard his bed room door open and I froze, I turned to face whoever it was at the door. when I met Steve’s eyes there was a fire there and I wanted his fire to engulf me, I knew the alcohol wasn’t talking I was just using that as a crutch to make all of this seem okay. But I’m reality a girl like me would be frowned upon especially by her friends if they knew she was messing with some one not as cool as them. I didn’t care anymore I wanted Steve, I’ve waited literally years for this and now it’s here I’m not passing it up. Steve walked over to me and I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. “S-sorry Steve I didn’t mean to come in here and go through your things I’ll leave now.”

He put his finger on my lips and looked at me. “I don’t want you to leave.” I bit my lip and I felt the wind leave my body, “o-oh.” He smiled and saw the piece of paper in my hand and I seen his face light up. “I see you found the paper you wrote me in second grade, I know what you’re thinking I’m totally lame for keeping it.” It was my turn to hush him, I looked up at him while he pushed a piece of my hair out of my face. “Wha- Steve no I don’t think it’s lame, I think it’s sweet, I’m the one who should feel lame, I made my friends think it would be embarrassing to go after a guy I’ve been in love with for years.” His smiled dropped at that comment a flash of sadness broke across his face.

“O-oh I didn’t know you felt that way about a different guy.” He pulled away from me went to walk away. “Steve there’s two problems, 1. This is your house I should be the one to leave. 2. I’m in love with you doofus.” He looked at me like I spoke a different language. “wait what?” I looked at him and bit my lip and walked back to me and I immediately felt his body heat, he put his hand on my lip and looked at me. “You need to stop bitting that lip.” I looked up at him and smirked. “Then why don’t you bite it.” He put his calloused hand on the side of my face and I rubbed my face against his hand and I bite my lip. Before I could stop he smashed our lips together, my arms wrapped around his neck. He move to the side some and I followed his actions.

While we were kissing he started walking towards making me walk backwards I lost my balance and fell on his bed and started giggling. He got on top of me and started kissing my neck, I swiftly moved my head to the side to give him more access to my neck. I let out a gasp when he found my sweet spot, him sucking, licking and biting made goosebumps break across my body. He ground his clothes hips into me making me arch my back into him letting out a small groan. “S-Steve get on with it.” He smirked up at my impatient demand. He slid his hand up my thigh, slowly going under my dress and when he got to my hips he slid my dress up exposing my underwear.

He rubbed my clothed vagina, I let out a gasp sitting up on my elbows. He hit my elbows making me fall on my back and he looked up at me his face right near my soaked vagina. “I want you to sit back and enjoy.” When he spoke his breath hit my vagina making me arch my back up into him. “Steve s-stop teasing.” He smiled and started to kiss and suck his way up my thigh, I knew I wouldn’t be able to wear dresses or skirts but I’d worry about that later right now I just wanted him. His fingers going into the waistline of my underwear, he removed them swiftly and as soon as they were out of his way he licked a long strip up my vagina lips. I put on hand on the sheet and the other in his hair.

I tugged gently at his hair causing him to let out a soft groan, he open my fold and started to eat me out immediately his tongue going to the place I needed him most and I arched my back and threw my head against his bed. “F-fuck Steve youur mouth feels g-great please keep going.” He let out a satisfyed hum while he ate me out, I tugged at his hair and the only thing filling the room was his occasional slurps and my soft gasp and moans. I felt the know in my stomach getting harder and harder to contain and I look down at Steve. “S-Steve I’m close, I don’t wanna cum without you.” He nodded and I groaned at the loss of contact but not getting upset with Steve because I knew he was only doing what I asked.

When he stood up I got off the bed and I pushed him on the bed and I got on my knees between his legs I pulled his blue jeans down along with his underwear and I took his hard dick in my hand and I ha e it a few pumps earning a hiss from Steve. “What happened to not wanting to tease?” I looked up at him and smiled. “Patients is a virtue.” I giggled while he rolled his eyes and I took that moment to take him in my mouth. He quickly filled my mouth and he threw his head back and let out a groan his hair immediately finding my hair, I started moving my head up down on his dick feeling it throb every so often.

I ran my hands up his thighs as I bobbed my head his grin getting tighter in my head, he started pushing my head up and down I gagged around him alittle bit tightening my throat around him while my eyes watered. He pulled my head up and grabbed my arm pulling me up to him quickly. He flipped us over and grabbed a condom, then he lined his dick up with my vagina and slowly pushed himself into me cause it me to let out a gut wrenching moan. “F-fuck S-so tight.” I bite my lip and I threw my head back. “P-please S-Steve keep going.” He kissed my neck and started thrusting into me roughly. Moans escaping my mouth.

I grabbed his shoulders and dug my nails into his shoulders not hard enough to make him bleed but enough to leave a mark, “F-fuck daddy please keep going I’m so close.” He let out a grunt at the use of that word and I felt his thrusts falter and he kept pounding into me, he pulled out for a moment turning me on my arms and knees and he slipped back into me and continued his rough pace. He put his hand around my throat and pulled me against his body, our body heat making it that much hotter in the room and the sweat started to bead across our foreheads and I clenched around him causing him to let out a loud groan against my neck. “F-fuck baby do that again.” I repeated the action making his thrust alter and he pushed me against the bed, I arched my back making him go deeper and he slapped my ass “F-fuck you feel so good around me.”

I bite my lip and let out a loud moan. “S-Steve I’m g-gonna.” He pulled me against him and bite my ear lobe. “Go ahead baby girl cum around daddy’s dick.” I let one fianl moan and came around his erect dick clenching and squeezing it, making his thrust grow sloppy and uneven, then I felt his dick throb in me and his hot cum fill the condom. When he pulled out I collapsed against the mattress and rolled on the left side of the bed, he got up and disposed of the condom and threw it in the trash can and laid on the right side looking at me. “What does this mean for us? I mean it’s obvious there’s something there.”

He smiled as we both tried to catch our breaths. “We. Will. Talk. About. It. In. The. Morning.” He smiled and kissed my lips and I let out a chuckle. “What?” He smiled and looked at me. “Don’t tell carol this but she was right.” He raised his eyebrows and looked at me. “About what?” I looked at him and snuggled up to him. “She said it was going to be a night to remember and she was right.” He smiled and snuggled close to me and wrapped his arms around me. “I guess she was right.” We went to sleep in each others arms knowing the love we had for each other and how it would last until the end of time.

A/N: this was my first smut fic I’ve written in a year, so sorry if I’m rusty. If you guys liked it I wrote it, if not then I don’t know who did. 😂😂 my request are open so feel free to request.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things fic

[darling-i-read-it]

Drive

Billy Hargrove x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: smut, cuss words I think

Author’s Note: I haven’t done a Billy smut and I think this turned out in some type of way (I think I like it) so I hope you like it!

Requested: by anon, Hello! Can I request Billy Hargrove where he’s falling for the super sweet girl at school who wears pretty dresses and has a super kind heart and Billy is just completely head over heals for her innocence, if u want there could be some smut hehe x I adore your writing sm! Thank you 🥺🥰

Summary: the request!

Genre: smut, fluff, scandalous themes

Song:

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Billy watched you move across the high school parking lot. By staring at you he secretly hoped it would catch your attention. Your dress flowed behind you, today it was a pretty pink one with a pattern on the top that he loved. He loved you.

It was hard not to.

Ever since he had come to that school he had learned that every girl there but you were just trying to get into his pants. Granted that wasn’t really a bad thing in his book and he hadn’t denied many of the girls who had gotten into his car but he always secretly hoped it would be you that got in his car next.

You reminded him of innocence, when he was a kid and was able to like girls without wondering what they looked like naked. To be fair, he had thought about it, but he also wanted to have a relationship with you, to treat you well, to take you to a family dinner and get a place with you. He spent most of his classes thinking about you. It took him four whole days to realize that he was in love with you, which wasn’t ideal.

He had barely spoken to you.

Unusual for king of the school Billy Hargrove.

You put a piece of hair behind your ear and laughed at something one of your friends had said. You clutched your books with your other hand and then looked up at him. You caught eyes for a moment before he panicked and looked away, pretending horribly that he had been looking at the hood of his car. Class had just finished up for the day and while Billy hadn’t actually came to class that day he stopped by to see you leave.

You pursed your lips and waved goodbye to your friends and started a walk into the parking lot. He knew you took the bus rather than driving home so when he saw you walking over to the parking lot he began to mentally freak out. What if you were coming to yell at him for being stalkerish?

“Hey, Billy right?” Your voice sounded like honey if honey had a sound. He looked up like he hadn’t noticed you were there.

“Oh, yeah. Y/N?” Hs voice sounded choppy and he tried to calm himself down, giving you a signature easy Billy smile. It was charming, you had to admit.

“Yeah. You weren’t in class this afternoon, I grabbed you the paper. Figured you could choose what to do with it but I didn’t want you to be behind.” He nearly fell to his knees in happiness. You had not only thought of him in class but you had also grabbed him a paper knowing you would see him before class tomorrow.

You had noticed him just as he had noticed you.

“Thanks sugar,” he managed out with a smile. You nodded and looked at your shoes and then back at him like you were waiting for something. After another moment you looked back up at him.

“Hey that new place in the mall just opened, that coffee place. I could help you with the paper if you want, over there.” You looked nervous and that was all that Billy needed to know you liked him too. He smiled widely.

“I’d like that princess. Can I give you a ride?” You breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah please.” He slid off the hood of the car and you got into the passenger seat. The drive to the mall was filled with Billy's music and, after the initial introduction, an easy conversation. You joked about the teachers you both had and talked about the classmates you hated and the crappy school you went to.

When you ended up getting to the mall there was barely any work being done. He talked about how much he loved your dresses and you explained to him you would kill for his jean jacket. You talked about everything and anything, making fun of passersby’s, talking crap about the coffee. Eventually you gave up on the work all together and just explored the mall. You found Steve at Scoops Ahoy, your friend and Billy explained his distaste for the boy. You ended up getting ice cream anyway because Robin was running the counter and you had always been really close with her.

“Is it really 7? There's no way,” you said, looking up at the big clock in the plaza. He raised an eyebrow, following your gaze.

“Woah I thought it was like 3:30. I should get you home.” You both grew a little sad at the prospect of leaving the other but tried to hide it as you walked to the car. You let him try your ice cream before you finished it up. You got into the passenger's seat and you told him where your house was so he could drop you off. After a while, when you got near your house you looked at him as he looked for your address.

“This one?” he asked, pointing to your house. You looked at your house and the lights that were on. Your parents were home. You looked at him again, his hair that was curled carefully over his shoulders. He turned to you when you didn’t answer.

“No. Keep driving.” He kept going. “That is my house but I don’t want to go home.” He raised his eyebrows and you tried to catch his emotions.

“Wanna drive? It's not like I’m going to school tomorrow. My house isn’t an option.” You didn’t ask why.

“How about we just pull over somewhere,” you suggested quietly. His eyebrows went up higher. He wasn’t expecting you to say something like that but he wasn’t opposed to it.

“Scandalous,” he whispered with a smile. You shrugged.

“I never do stuff like this. I feel free,” you muttered. He pulled aside outside your neighborhood in a hidden spot while also being able to see the houses so that you wouldn’t get lost. He turned the car off and you looked up at the stars outside the window.

“You need to get out more,” he whispered with a laugh. You rolled your eyes and turned back to him, connecting your lips. You grabbed him by the jacket and he moved the seat back more so that you could crawl on top of him. He was surprised to find you were a really good kisser and moved swiftly on top of him.

“Take off your belt,” you whispered, leaving marks down his neck and rubbing your hands on his chest under his button up shirt. He did as he was told, amazed at you taking charge. You slid off him briefly, taking off your underwear under your dress as he undid his belt and his button, sliding his pants of eagerly. You leaned over him, kissing him softly. You continued to amaze him.

You moved back on top of him and put him inside of you. He let out a long breath and you put your hand on the window that had begun to fog with your heavy breathing. He helped you rock up and down at a slow pace, savoring the moment.

You stayed that way for a moment, kissing periodically. Billy had never felt so blissful and you had never felt so free. You brought out the best part of the other.

You came together after a few minutes, shaking in each others arms. You stayed there, lips brushing his.

“I don’t want to go home,” you muttered and he gave you a charming smile.

“Lets drive princess. Lets just drive.”

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagines #stranger things imagines

[orange-waterfalls]

Fragile

@madameboxhead ty for the request

A/N: have an animated Captain Magnum as the picture. Uh... I finished this at 10pm... It may be a bit worse than usual. I tried to finish it quickly. I had fun w/this. Rated T for blood and injury and cursing and some suggestive stuff at the end... Only like one line, so... Eh. I don't think this counts as fluff or angst... So... Captain Magnum being a protective boi. It's short. Have fun.

Word Count: 1.4k

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Captain Magnum likes protecting you. In his eyes, you're his precious piece of porcelain that will shatter if you drop it. His priceless jewel that will fall at the slightest movement. To him, you're fragile.

Even if you've told him hundreds of times that you can take care of yourself, he still feels the overwhelming need to defend you. He keeps you by his side every second of the day, he refuses to let you near anything that can be used as a weapon, and he carries you everywhere for fear that you'll trip. Sometimes it's nice to feel loved and defended. Other times, it's really annoying.

You love Magnum, you really do. You also love being able to walk around without the enormous man breathing down your neck. It's nice to be appreciated, but nobody needs this much affection. You want to learn to use a gun to protect yourself, but Magnum won't even let you do near a sharp pencil, much less a gun. You picked up a gun one singular time and he went into a panic. You learned to never even mention weapons around him.

But you learned.

You learned how to slip out of his grip at night to leave the bed. You learned where to step on the floor as to not make a creak. You learned where which room releases the least amount of sound so you can practice your sword fighting and shooting skills. You learned how to shoot by watching Magnum. You learned how to use a sword from some other crewmates. After a few months of practice, you were very good. You knew you couldn't just tell Magnum "Hey! I've been sneaking out at night to practice using dangerous weapons in a quiet room so you couldn't hear me! Wanna see what I learned?" No. That was ridiculous. You just need a chance to show him you can defend yourself… you need to get in trouble. Now, you're smart enough to not go looking for trouble. However, if it came, you would not be one to run from it. So when you see some pirates approaching in a ship nearby, you made no effort to tell Magnum. You just stood, watching for a bit. Once they were more or less a mile away, you decided to tell the captain.

"Uh… Magnum?" You call as innocently as you can. He walks over to you.

"Wha's th' matter, me darlin'?" He asks with a smile. That smile is soon wiped off of his face as he sees the approaching ship. He turns towards the crew. "Man yer battle stations!" He bellows. The crew all go different directions as Magnum leads you below the deck.

"Hey, maybe I could help you guys this time?" You suggest. Magnum smiles softly at you.

"Sweetheart, ye know how I feel about ye bein' around weapons…"

"Yes, I know, but I feel like I can-!"

"Dearest, I don't wants ye gettin' hurt. Jus' stay here 'til I come get ye." You sigh.

"Alright… I love you…" you give him a gentle peck on his cheek scar.

"I love ye too…" he strokes your cheek a moment before going back above deck. You heard his sword brandishing and clashing against others.

Meanwhile, you sat. You sat and waited for an opportunity to come. You didn't want to go above deck and make him angry, though he had never raised his voice at you. You didn't like seeing him upset. So, you'd just wait and see if something would happen. If it didn't, too bad. If it did, hell yeah. So, you waited.

And waited.

And got really bored.

You could still hear the fighting going on upstairs, but it didn't seem to be coming to an end. How long could it take, honestly? You sigh, and suddenly see a sword pierce the wood above your spot on the floor. You help in surprise.

"Ahoy! I heard somethin' down here!" You heard a male voice you didn't know say.

"Well, then go see wha' 'tis ye idiots!" Another, rougher, voice you didn't recognize says. You, suddenly going into flight-mode, hide behind a chest, covering your mouth. Two people walk down under the deck. You heard them walk around slowly, looking for you.

"Oi! Anyone down here?" The original voice you heard calls. "We won't hurt ye…"

"We might kill ye, though!" A female voice laughs. The first one joined in soon after. After about five minutes of them searching, your fear is replaced with annoyance. God, these people were morons. You decide to take matters into your own hands and stand up from your hiding spot, brandishing a gun you took with you. You cock the gun and whistle to get their attention. The pirates spin towards you, holding out their swords. Upon seeing the gun in your hand, they panic and drop them.

"Jeez, some lousy pirates you are," you say smugly. They frown, but put their hands up. You see the female start to reach behind her head, so you shoot her in the thigh. She yells out and falls to the floor. You roll your eyes. "My previous statement stands." You begin walking towards the pirates, but a gunshot through the wood above makes you jump and drop your gun. The unhurt pirate takes the opportunity to grab his sword and run at you. You stumble back and trip over the chest. He swings down at you, and you roll out of the way. You grab the other pirate's sword and hold it out.

"Oh, ye'll be quick t' beat," he says smugly.

"I doubt that, you stupid fuck," you snarl back. He frowns and, with a battle cry, runs at you.

Magnum is really worried about you. He's been fighting the multitude of pirates for a while now, and he wanted to check up and see that you were ok. He figured you'd be fine, but you never know.

Wait… was that a gunshot? And a scream from below deck? No… couldn't be… just in case…

He walks over to the stairs leading below deck, but he's blocked by three pirates all trying to fight him at once. He growls. Who did these bastards think they were, keeping him from his darling?

He continues fighting until all the pirates are either dead or tied up. He goes around to each member to make sure they're alright. They were wounded a bit, but mostly fine. Suddenly, a scream came from below deck. Magnum's heart started racing in fear and he ran over to the stairs. He took out his gun and went down the stairs.

"Y/N! Are you…" he doesn't finish his sentence because of what he sees in front of him.

There you are, standing over the bodies of two pirates. One has a bullet wound, and the other has a sword in his shoulder/chest. Dead or alive, he doesn't know or care. You have blood all over you, and all you do is wipe some of it from your lip onto the back of your hand. You look over at him and smile.

"Hey there, Magnum," you say sweetly. He blinks at you for a moment before running over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

"Are ye okay, beauty?" He asks in a worried tone, "Yer covered in blood!"

"Oh, it's not mine," you say. He stares at you.

"That's… better…" he looks at the floor. "Did ye do this all yourself?"

"Yeah! I did! I'm not fragile, Captain," you say. He sighs.

"Okay… um… I feel like ye're tryin' t' teach me somethin'..." You smile.

"I can take care of myself. I know you want to protect me, but I don't need you to be around me all the time."

"Ah… I see…"

"I do love you still, you're just… clingy, darling… do you understand?"

"Yes… I think I do…" he moves a hand from your shoulder to your cheek. You mimic the action, and he leans into your touch. You lean up and kiss him gently. He kisses back, pulling you against his body. You stay like that for half a minute before you pull back for breath.

"Y'know... When ye were standin' thar at first... I thought... 'twas kinda…"

"Hot?" You finish. His face flushes.

"Well…"

"Then, you better cherish this cause you probably won't see it again anytime soon…"

"Oh, I will..."

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I'm so tired lol I need sleep

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[kirkewrites]

looking for more rp partners on discord!! would absolutely love another small town mumu (multimuse) or two, extra info about me & what i'm looking for under the cut!

hiya, thanks for clickin!! my name is mo! i'm 28, she/her, and i'm in the PST timezone! i'm exclusively looking for rp partners who are at least 21+ please (but preferably closer to my age)! i write on discord only in a private rp server (with tupperbox!) i'll make for us!! i looove organization and will make us some character & ship categories, as well as a town worldbuilding section, i'll also keep track of things like the in-game calendar and timelines in reference to our threads!! once i get invested in an rp, i'm IN THERE in there

i write all genders, but i only write f/f, m/f, and nb ships! i'm looking for writing partners who are similar in enjoying and wanting to write all genders (and who have equal muse for all their characters regardless of gender) as i'm interested in exploring multiple ships and characters! i am also looking for a partner who likes to write a wide variety of ages, as I enjoy writing characters anywhere between the ages of 20s-50s! i prefer using & being opposite by faceclaims with resources from films & tv (i'm not interested in opposites such as sabrina carpenter, harry styles, madison beer, and the like)

i'd love an rp partner who loves to worldbuild, plot, write headcanons (or do little rp memes), share inspo stuff, and chat ooc! pinterest boards and playlists are a bonus! i really enjoy building a friendship with my rp partners as well as a fun, collaborative writing experience! i would absolutely LOVE to create a small town with a new partner and come up with its location, the names of shops and other places, some NPC names, maybe plot up some town lore & history, ect, and fill it up with a bunch of diverse characters and relationships we can continue to add on to over time! i'm interested in exploring relationships of all kinds, including romantic, platonic, familial, antagonistic, ect! for example, new budding romances, exes on good and/or bad terms, toxic exes or relationships, old high school sweethearts, best friends, friends who fell out or grew apart, close siblings, sibling rivals, and just other fun and/or complicated connections ahoy! i just love multi-muses and being able to write a living, breathing town filled with characters who can all freely interact with each other!

because i'd love a slowly expanding cast of characters (maybe start with 2-3 characters each and go from there?), it's very preferable to me that replies stay on the shorter side, as in one paragraph or less (unless the thread is really plot significant or intense/emotional! ik those can get away for us length-wise LOL) this way we can prioritize quality over quantity, and actually get to see relationships & plots evolve over time in many threads rather than spend weeks or months on a single thread and never actually get to all the good stuff we've plotted. in my experience, it's way more fun to have an evolving mumu where replies take maybe 5-10 minutes to write, and it also allows us to keep the progress of the rp going at a continual pace, which keeps it fun, exciting, and fresh!

i am happy to write smut when the relationship/thread calls for it, and i also enjoy nsfw headcanons alongside sfw ones! i'd say i prefer a 80/20 story to smut ratio. i am also comfortable with most dark or complicated themes, but this will probably be case by case basis. i'm looking for a soap opera inspired town mumu, basically! a good variety mix of drama & intrigue, angst & fluff, smut & sweetness, tragedy & other dark themes, ect, but nothing too intensely or consistently dark or taboo

i'd consider myself to be a pretty active rp partner for the most part (i'm in college plus i work sporadic hours as a private tutor) and when replies are on the shorter side, i can usually do at least one set of replies (if we are writing multiple threads at a time, i personally enjoy writing 2 at a time!) a day, but likely more, and i'm down for rapidfire sessions as well when i can! i prefer my partner to have similar activity (it's difficult for me to stay invested in an rp when it mostly just consists of hcs & shared inspo, and when there is very little actual writing happening), though i don't at ALL want my partner to feel pressured to write replies!! it's just a hobby, not a jobby! things happen & life gets busy! but i really appreciate communication and transparency with rp friends! just lmk what's up and i'll do the same for you! and if you can't do replies for some reason, i'm always happy to just chat ooc or do some inspo chatting or plotting!!

this got so long, if you read all of it ily! if you have any questions or are interested in all this shit by me, please send me an IM!! or if you like or comment on this ad, i'll reach out to you! ty!! if i don't reach out it's because i found something in your guidelines that i don't think is compatible with this plot ad (usually has to do with desired reply length being multi-paragraph/novella, listed low activity, if the blog is heavily smut-centric, or rules state exclusively wanting to write one gender or kind of ship) but if your guidelines are out of date pls feel free to reach out anyway!!

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[bxcketbarnes]

Russian Translations

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Words: 1800+

Author’s Note: Steve is back baby! Watching the third season of Stranger Things have lit a fire, ngl. The season was so good and emotional like damn. Also, Steve was so fucking adorable in this season. Anyway, I hope you guys like this and let me know if you guys would maybe want a part two with more fluff, fluff, and flufffff. xox

“You’re going to love it here, I promise,” my mother, Kathleen, tells me and I roll my eyes a bit. Mom and I are sitting at the kitchen table while eating dinner and a chuckle leaves my lips.

“I like how you say that a week after we moved in,” I mention with a small grin before shoving the forkful of potatoes into my mouth.

She gives me a smile, shrugging her shoulders. “I was just reassuring you in case you were having doubts. I know you loved the college you were going to,” mom reminds me and I nod slightly. “The number of friends you had.”

“I know. You know, to be honest… most of them weren’t really my friends. They were Daniel’s and since he was a huge dick to me, they weren’t really there for me after we broke up,” I open up to her, poking at my food as I feel my stomach drop.

“Well, I’m sure the people here are a lot more real. How about this,” she pauses and sets her fork down on her plate, “why don’t you go to the mall nearby? You can take my car.”

I finish the food on my plate and bite the inside of my lip as I quickly think about it. “I guess I can, yeah. Never really been to a mall before, so it’d be cool to witness.”

“Great! Someone at the gas station gave me the address when I asked if there was anything to do around here. I’ll give it to you and once you’re done the dishes you can go.”

-

I pull up to the large building that’s adorned with bright colors that slightly lit up the night sky. Jesus, that’s pretty as hell. I pull into a parking space as I notice a whole bunch of people coming in and out of the mall. I swallowed the lump in my throat, a little shy with large crowds of people. Well, here goes nothing.

My lips part a bit at the gorgeous interior, looking completely around at the names of places I’ve never heard of before. I glance up, seeing the name of the mall hanging above the courtyard. “Starcourt, cute,” I chuckle as my eyes come into contact with a place called Love Lace Lingerie. I blush a bit before shrugging my shoulders, making my way towards the small store.

“Hi! Can I help you find anything?” A very cheerful lady asks me and I let out a quiet squeak.

“I, uh, I have no idea. I just moved here and I’ve never seen…” I trail off embarrassingly while scratching the back of my neck.

The brunette lady gives me a small smile and lays a hand on my shoulder. “That’s okay. We’ll figure it out. You’re a very gorgeous woman so, we’ll have to find the right stuff that’ll knock the breath out of guys,” she tells me and I let out an awkward chuckle.

I spent almost an hour in the lingerie store, trying on almost everything that’s in this small place. The lady helping me, Chloe, have picked out some pretty cute stuff, but I don’t know if I would ever have the courage to even get to that step with someone. I left the store with a few bras, panties, a babydoll, and a bodysuit. “I cannot believe that just happened,” I say to myself and glance towards my left, seeing Scoops Ahoy!. “Ice cream, huh? Guess I can reward myself after getting out of my comfort zone.”

As I walk into the ice cream shop I notice a guy standing by the window, looking into it as hushed whispers were heard. “Uh, excuse me?” I quietly call out while tapping the silver bell in front of me.

The man jumps, quickly turning around to face me. I had my lingerie bag on the counter, watching his eyes look me over before they met with the shopping bag. My cheeks heat up as I quickly move it out of sight, clearing my throat a bit. “Hi, welcome to Scoops Ahoy! What can I get you?” He asks in a smooth voice.

“U-Uh, I’m new here so what do you recommend,” I pause to take a look at his name tag, “Steve?”

“I personally recommend the USS Butterscotch. It’s literally to die for,” he tells me while leaning onto the counter.

I nod my head, humming quietly at the suggestion. “I do like butterscotch. I’ll take a small cup of that, please,” I mention with a smile. He nods his head, hair flopping all over the place as I check him out. “I-I love your hair,” the compliment slips out before I was able to stop myself.

“Oh, thank you,” Steve smirks and hands me my cup of ice cream. “That’ll be a dollar twenty-five,” he trails off, raising an eyebrow.

“Y/N. My names Y/N,” I tell him with a small smile while giving him the exact change. “Pozhaluysta,” I grin and turn to walk away when a door slams open.

“Hold on, hold on!” I heard a girl call out and I stop in my tracks, glancing behind me to see a girl my age standing beside Steve. “What did you just say and what language was that?” She asks in a hurry.

My lips move as I stutter over my words a bit. “I-I said you’re welcome in Russian… why?”

Both of them gave each other a look before their gazes returned to me. “Russian?! Oh my god. Are you like, fluent in it??” Steve asks me frantically and I shrug my shoulders.

“Kinda. I took it at college before I moved here,” I inform them and Steve lets out a chuckle.

“Holy shit a super cute girl commented my hair and could possibly help us find evil Russian spies?!” He tries to whisper to his co-worker, but it wasn’t quiet enough for me not to hear.

I couldn’t help the smile that came to my lips, kinda liking this place already as I decide to speak up in the middle of their whisper fight. “Evil Russian spies?” I pipe up and their heads snap towards me. "You guys aren't very quiet."

"What will it take for you to help us translate something?" Steve asks and I shrug.

"I'll do it for nothing. I don't have friends and this sounds interesting so I'm in," I tell them and they give each other a high five as I take a bite of my cone.

Steve opens the little gate, allowing me behind the counter before the three of us go into the back. My eyes widen as I see a child, glancing towards the two teens.

"Who's this?" The child and I ask at the same time.

"Dustin, this is Y/N. She's new here and she can speak Russian. Y/N, this is Dustin," the cute teen introduces and I nod.

I look towards Dustin as he waves and gives me a smile. Aw. He's adorable. "Hi, Dustin," I grin before setting my back on the floor, taking a seat beside him. "So, what's the thing I'm supposed to translate?"

Dustin takes out a tape recorder, rewinding it real quick before pressing play. "Nedelya dlinnaya. Serebryanaya koshka kormit kogda siniy vstrechayetsya s zheltym na zapade."

I furrow my eyebrows together as I feel everyone's eyes on me. I fiddle with the Russian translation dictionary in front of me. "Can you start it again?" I ask the curly-haired child and he nods, rewinding it before playing it again.

"Nedelya dlinnaya-"

"Stop it," I muttered and it stops. I repeat it to myself a couple of times. "So, this part means the week is long."

Robin sits up from leaning on the table, writing it down on the whiteboard. My eyes met Steve's as he watched me intently and Dustin presses play, the voice continuing.

"Serebryanaya koshka kormit-" the man's voice cuts off as it gets paused, allowing me to figure it out in bits.

"Uh," I pause while closing my eyes, snapping my fingers together, "the silver cat feeds," I translate as Robin wrote it down. 

"-kogda siniy vstrechayetsya s zheltym na zapade."

“When blue meets yellow in the west. What the hell?” I mumble as Robin finished the last bit. Dustin stops the tape as they stand in front of the board, all of them looking at it. I stand up as well, moving to stand behind Steve as I look over his shoulder. “What does this mean?”

“Good question. I’ve got no idea,” Steve mutters to me while glancing at me. “Thank you for helping us. I think we’d be here all night if it wasn’t for you.”

A chuckle leaves my lips, crossing my arms over my chest. “It’s not a problem really. You guys seem fun, so I thought why not? If you… if you ever need my help again don’t hesitate to ask,” I tell him while grabbing the pen off of the table before grabbing his hand, writing my number down onto it. “And maybe, if you guys wanna be friends that’d be cool.”

“I’ll definitely keep you around,” Robin speaks up, wrapping her arm around my shoulders, “you seem pretty cool and it seems like our Steve here might have a crush on you.” She smirks at the tall-haired man as his cheeks blushed, lips part a bit before he hits Robin’s arms.

“Robin shut the fuck up. Don’t listen to her. She likes to be a dick sometimes,” Steve mumbles and I laugh lightly. “Come on. I’ll walk you out.”

Steve and I walk out of Scoops Ahoy!, noticing that the mall has actually closed. “Holy shit. I’ve been here quite a while, I see,” I chuckle while looking around the empty mall. The two of us walk out of the building, heading towards my car that’s at least ten feet from the main door. “Thanks for walking me out.”

“It’s no problem, really. Just want to make sure you get home safe, especially now that you know there are evil Russian spies out and about,” he mentions as I step up to the driver’s side door.

“Will you let me know the next step. I wanna be apart of this. I’m intrigued,” I tell him and his eyes widen, feeling his hands gently grab mine.

I take a quick glance down at our hands before looking back up at him, his hair in his face slightly. “I would love to, but I don’t want you to get hurt,” Steve informs me and I furrow my eyebrows.

“But you’r-”

“Yeah, but I’ve been in some weird shit before already. You just moved here and you’re so innocent I just-”

“Innocent? I just helped crack a Russian code. I’d say I’m in this now. Plus, if something goes wrong you’ll be there to protect me. Steve… please,” I beg and squeeze his hands.

Steve sighs, his thumbs rubbing the back of my hands. “Fine, fine. I’ll call you later tonight. I’m sure when I go back in there Dustin will have a plan.”

I grin, getting pretty excited and I lean on my toes to kiss his cheek. “Thanks, Steve. My mom was right… I am going to like it here.”

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[bucky-of-the-opera]

Keep on Loving You

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve gets some TLC after the battle at Starcourt Mall.

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, slight smut (sfw), nudity (non-explicit)

Word Count: 3,202

A/N: Apparently, it’s become a regular thing for Steve to take a beating, so I felt obligated to write a fic where someone takes care of him for once. Steve “The Hair” Harrington deserves it.

As you entered Scoops Ahoy for what must have been the thousandth time that summer, you spotted your boyfriend, Steve. He was currently talking to his coworker, Robin. His sailor uniform always brought a smile to your face, even if he hated it.

Steve’s back was facing you, so Robin brought his attention to you in her usual pleasant fashion. “Hey dingus,” she said coolly, “your girlfriend — who is way out of your league by the way — is waiting at the counter.”

He rolled his eyes at her and then spun around to greet you, his face lighting up as his eyes fell on you. “Ahoy, Y/N! Here for your usual?” he asked, resting both hands on the counter.

“Not today,” you responded. “I was actually coming to tell you that I’ll be out of town for a few days; my parents and I are leaving tomorrow to help my grandma move and get settled into her new place.”

“Gee, thanks for the heads up,” he said, dropping his head into his hands. He looked like a disheartened child who was just told that he couldn’t have dessert until he finished his vegetables.

“I’m sorry it’s such short notice. My aunt was supposed to help her move, but she had to pick up an extra shift at work.”

Steve groaned. “First Henderson leaves me, and now my girlfriend’s leaving me too.” He picked up a discarded straw wrapper and twirled it around his fingers. “When will you be back?”

“Probably really late on the third so we can be back for the Fourth of July festival.”

“Can I come over tonight after my shift?” he asked.

You scratched the back of your neck, trying to avoid his eyes. “I don’t know. I still have a lot of stuff I have to get done before I leave, and I haven’t even started packing.” You glanced at his face, which was a mistake; he was giving you the most pathetic puppy dog eyes and pout combination you’d ever seen. How could you say no to that face?

“Fine,” you sighed. “But I seriously have to finish all of my packing tonight.” You pointed your finger at him. “That means no distractions from you.”

He gave you a Cheshire Cat-like grin as he crossed his fingers behind his back. “No distractions. I promise.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure you do,” you said, as you leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you tonight, Steve.” You waved a quick goodbye to Robin and then walked out of the ice cream shop.

Steve’s eyes followed you until you had completely left his field of view. He momentarily forgot that he was still at work and nearly jumped out of his skin when Robin shouted at him. “Earth to Harrington! You have another customer!”

He muttered an apology as he tended to the next person in line, counting down the hours until he could see you again.

***

Later that night, you were in your room throwing together some outfits to put into your suitcase. Your radio was playing an REO Speedwagon song which you started dancing along to. You spun around and unexpectantly came face to face with your boyfriend.

“Shit! You can’t sneak up on me like that Steve!” You clutched your chest, waiting for your heart rate to return to normal.

He laughed and placed both of his hands on your waist before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry. Your mom let me up, and I didn’t want to interrupt your dance party.”

You huffed and folded your arms, which made Steve pull you closer. He leaned his head down and spoke softly into your ear. “Don’t be mad sweetheart. I thought we could have some fun before you leave tomorrow.” His words sent a shiver down your spine.

Your hands found their way around the back of Steve’s neck, and your fingers started their normal routine of playing with his hair. He never let anyone but you touch his hair; it was an intimate moment shared between the two of you. Steve lowered his head to where your neck and shoulder meet, while you moved one of your hands upward to lightly scratch his scalp. You gave his hair a slight tug, making him moan. He retaliated by nipping and swirling his tongue against the curve of your neck, causing you to gasp.

“Steve…” you groaned, trying to muster up the will power to push him away. “I told you earlier: no distractions. I haven’t finished packing yet.”

Steve reluctantly detached himself from you. Too soon for your liking, if you were being honest. He looked around your room and spotted the pile of clothes on your bed. Then he grabbed several pairs of shorts and a few tops and tossed them into your suitcase.

“There,” he said triumphantly, “all done.”

“So, I’ll be walking around barefoot, wearing no bra and no underwear?”

He smirked at you. “Sounds good to me.”

You shook your head and began folding all the clothes he had tossed into your suitcase. “You are no help at all Steve Harrington. Go sit down and wait for me to finish.”

“Fine,” Steve groaned, collapsing backwards onto your bed.

You chuckled and went back to your packing, singing along to a new song that had started playing.

Steve watched you as you worked, wondering how the hell he was going to survive the next few days without you.

***

“All done,” you announced after you had finished packing. You looked up to see Steve sitting on your bed propped up against your pillows. He had picked up one of your magazines and seemed very enthralled by whatever article he was reading. You rolled your eyes and walked over to the bed, tugging the magazine out of his grasp to set it on your nightstand.

“I was reading that,” he said, glancing up at you.

You climbed on top of him, placing one leg on each side of his lap. Your fingers found their way back into his hair as you began playing with his long locks once more. “I know you were, but I thought we could have some fun before I leave tomorrow,” you said, reiterating what he suggested earlier.

Steve didn’t have to be told twice. He launched himself forward, crashing his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his hands around your waist once more to pull you closer. He traced your bottom lip with his tongue before taking it between his teeth. When he moved one of his hands downward to graze your thigh with his fingers, you had to stifle a giggle. Steve trailed kisses across your jaw and down your neck, but you couldn’t hold in your laughter any longer.

He pulled his head back to look at you and chuckled as well. “Why are you laughing?!”

“I can’t help it! I’m ticklish!”

“Well, I’m trying to put the moves on you, but you’re making it a little difficult to be honest.”

You giggled again and cupped his face with your hands. Steve felt his heart skip a beat every time he heard your laughter. You smiled at him as your thumbs brushed his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Stevie.”

God, he loved when you called him that. He rested his forehead against yours and sighed. “I’m gonna miss you so much.”

“I’ll be gone for less than a week,” you responded. He groaned and dropped his head onto your shoulder. You left one hand tangled in his hair and ran the other one up and down his back. “Do you have to work on the Fourth of July?”

“Yeah. It sucks, but they’re letting me out a few hours early since it’s a holiday.”

“My family and I are going to the festival to see the fireworks. Do you wanna meet me there after work?”

His hands squeezed your waist. “Absolutely. I’ll even win you a giant teddy bear,” he said, smiling against your shoulder.

“Promise?” you asked.

Steve pulled his head back to look at you before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I promise.”

***

Steve hadn’t answered any of your phone calls after the first night that you had called him from your grandma’s house. You tried to come up with a rationalize reason as to why your boyfriend had been dodging your calls, but your brain was psyching you out. A million different scenarios were running through your head: he wasn’t home when you called, he was in the hospital, or he was going to break up with you.

By the time you got home, it was too late to call Steve. You waited until morning when the mall was open to drive over, and ran straight to Scoops Ahoy. When you reached the store you stopped dead in your tracks: the gate was down. Every other place in the mall was open except for Scoops Ahoy. Maybe both Steve and Robin were sick and called off, leaving no one able to run the store. If he was sick, then he was at home. So you got back into your car and drove over to his house. You banged on his door for a full minute, but no one answered. Even when you started chucking rocks at Steve’s bedroom window there was no answer. You were dumbfounded; you didn’t know what to do or where else to look, so you drove back home.

A few hours later, your parents were about to leave for the festival. Your mother came into your room where you were lying on your bed, staring at the phone.

“Are you going out dressed in your pajamas?” she asked.

You glanced towards her and then back at the phone, willing it to ring. “I’m not going. I’m not in a very festive mood.”

Your mother knew not to push you when you were in a bad mood. She kissed the top of your head and told you she would keep an eye out for Steve before leaving your bedroom.

When the sun had finally set, you decided to go outside and watch the fireworks from your driveway. Watching them seemed more appealing than waiting for your phone to ring, anyway. You hopped onto the hood of your car and waited for the display to start. Lately, it seemed like all you were doing was waiting.

***

The fireworks distracted you for a while, but they weren’t able to lighten your mood. You started to make your way back inside just as a helicopter flew overhead. When you looked up, you saw at least a dozen more. It seemed like they were flying towards the Starcourt Mall. You were out of ideas, so you hopped into your car and followed them.

Your suspicion was right; the helicopters landed in the mall parking lot. The sight before you left you awestruck: the mall was on fire. The very mall that you had spent your whole summer shopping at; the mall where your boyfriend worked. What if he was trapped inside when the fire started? You felt sick. You needed to find Steve; you needed to know that he was ok.

Stepping out of your car, you took everything in: the flashing lights and sirens on the emergency vehicles and the soldiers swarming towards the mall. When you looked over at the ambulances, you saw some familiar faces: Mike, Eleven, Will, and his mother. Even Nancy and Johnathan were huddled in the back of an ambulance. But there was someone else standing in front of that ambulance. You knew immediately as you saw the mane of brown hair. He didn’t even need to be in a sailor uniform for you to notice him: it was Steve.

You took off, running as fast as your legs could carry you. “STEVE!” you shouted as you got closer. He spun around and locked eyes with you.

“Y/N!” He ran to meet you halfway. The blanket that had been wrapped around his shoulders fell to the ground. When you finally reached each other, you jumped into his arms, causing him to stumble backwards. You clutched the back of his uniform, holding him as tight as you could.

Only when he started to tremble did you finally pull back to examine his face. His left eye was badly swollen, and he had a gash on his lip. You placed your hand on the right side of his face. He leaned into your touch as a tear slipped down his cheek.

“Stevie, what happened to you?” you cooed.

Steve cleared his throat. “You know, the usual. Attacked by a monster from another dimension and kidnapped by Russians who had a secret base underneath the mall.” He tried to laugh it off until he saw the worried look on your face. “It’s all over now, Y/N. I’m fine.”

You looked into his eyes, tears threatening to spill from your own. “Are you sure?”

“I’m… I—” he swallowed. His grip tightened on your waist. “No. I’m not okay. I’m not…” he trailed off, unable to hold back the sobs that came.

“Oh, Stevie.” You wiped away the tears that had begun to fall down his cheek. “Let me take you home,” you whispered. He nodded, and you took him by the hand to lead him to your car.

***

On the drive over you tried to coax more out of him, but he wouldn’t go into any more detail of what had happened to him. He had told you a few weeks after you two started dating that he had fought off a creature that Dustin had called a Demodog. Maybe another one of those had gotten loose in the mall? The so-called “Russian invasion” was still a mystery to you, but you knew Steve would talk about it when he was ready.

“Why don’t you go shower, and I’ll get you some clean clothes,” you said to him when you walked inside his house. His parents were still out of town on a business trip, so you two had the place to yourselves.

Steve’s hand was holding yours, and when you tried to walk away, he only held on tighter. You looked back at him, but he was staring at the ground.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, switching his gaze to you.

“Always,” you said as the both of you walked hand in hand to the bathroom.

You turned the shower on and spun around to see Steve undressing. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw his torso: it was covered in purple and blue bruises. He glanced over at you and saw you staring at them, so he turned to examine himself in the mirror.

“They’re not as bad as they look. I mean, they hurt like hell,” he shrugged. “But it could be worse.” You looked down at your feet as he finished undressing; in all the months that you had been together you still hadn’t seen each other completely bare. “I don’t mind,” he said when he saw your trepidation. “I’ve been informed that I’m very easy on the eyes,” he smirked.

You giggled and walked up to him, kissing him sweetly on the lips. “You are, indeed, Mr. Harrington.” He smiled down at you. “Now get in there,” you nodded at the shower. “You stink.”

Steve stepped inside and gave you a wink before closing the curtain. You leaned against the sink and stared at the shower. You could have so easily lost him tonight; you didn’t want to waste any more time stressing over trivial things.

Releasing a breath that you didn’t realize you’d been holding, you stripped yourself of your clothing and peeled back the curtain to join Steve. He was in the middle of lathering his hair with shampoo when he froze, seeing you fully exposed to him. His eyes widened as you stepped closer. You brought your hands to his hair, working through the rest of the shampoo. Steve moaned in appreciation, closing his eyes to savor the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp. He brought his hands to your backside, cupping your ass and squeezing gently. You gasped at his touch, making him chuckle. When you finished scrubbing his hair, you tilted his head backwards so you could rinse out the shampoo. While his eyes were still closed, you leaned forward to kiss him again. You dragged your tongue along his lower lip, being mindful of the cut.

“Steve…” you whispered against his lips. You felt tears pricking your eyes.

He pulled you closer so that there was no space left between you both. Steve lowered his head to press soft kisses from your jaw down to your shoulder. When he started to head towards you chest, you stopped him.

“Stevie.”

He pulled back to look at your face and saw the tears falling down your cheeks. Steve leaned his forehead against yours and held you close while the water cascaded over your bodies.

“You look so tired,” you said after getting a good look at the dark circles under his eyes. “Let me finish washing your hair so you can get some sleep.” He didn’t argue, just stood still for you as you conditioned his hair and rinsed it out once more.

While you were drying off, you heard Steve’s stomach growl. “When was the last time you ate?” you asked.

“I don’t remember.”

You frowned and wrapped the towel tightly around yourself. “Go put something comfortable on. I’ll get you some food.”

You went down to the kitchen to make him a sandwich while he got dressed. When you came back upstairs, you found Steve nodding off. He was half dressed as he sat on his bed with his shirt in his hands. You set the plate on his nightstand next to a glass of water and walked over to him. Taking the shirt from him, you woke him gently so he could help you get his arms through it.

“Eat your food and drink some water. Then you can sleep,” you said to him.

Steve took the sandwich and scarfed it down while you rummaged through his drawers. You took out one of his shirts and pulled it over your head.

After Steve placed the plate on his nightstand next to the now empty glass, he climbed under the covers. He motioned for you to join him, so you laid down beside him. Steve adjusted himself so that his head was lying on your chest and his leg was strewn across both of yours. You stroked his damp hair, and he sighed deeply.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” he mumbled against your chest. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too, Stevie,” you responded softly as he drifted off to the sound of your heart beating. You smiled to yourself. It was the first time both of you had said the L word to each other. You weren’t sure how much Steve would remember in the morning, but you promised yourself that from now on, you would always remind him of how much you loved him.

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[aziraphales-library]

Aziraphale’s Library Festive Countdown: Day 2

Ahoy readers! I hope your Decembers are kicking off to a great start, and that you're all feeling that holiday cheer! Enjoy today's dose of intoxicating festive fluff!

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The Mistletoe Mystery by thekeyholder

It’s been five years since the Apocalypse-That-Wasn’t and suddenly, Aziraphale and Crowley are terrorised by mistletoe that magically appears everywhere they go.

This fic is hilarious, adorable, and their banter is just perfect! I adore fics where omniscient forces are pushing them together, and with all it's good-natured ridiculousness, this fic did not disappoint!

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Somebody Rest Ye Merry Person-Shaped Beings by Lunasong365

Aziraphale reveals a Christmas secret to Crowley, then they sing a classic Christmas carol together.

Short but sweet, this fic includes some brilliant drunk!Aziraphale in addition to those fun festive feels. After all, you can never really go wrong with a fic that shits on Gabriel.

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Night Visiting by irisbleufic

Any minute now, Pepper thought, drawing the scratchy wool blanket even tighter around herself. Any minute now, the Ghost of Christmas Present is going to appear and confirm exactly how pants this is. And he won't offer me any sleeping pills, either. She wrapped both hands around the rough stoneware mug and took a sullen sip of her chamomile tea. She didn't feel sleepy yet, and the stuff tasted wretched.

Last but by no means least, we have a fun fic centering around Pepper and her OC girlfriend, though the Husbands still make an appearance. It's cute, fun, and something different, if still in the wonderful holiday spirit.

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