#god I’m sick to my stomach when will this be cancelled

[astermath]

hiya! i’m a really big fan of your stranger things work and I was wondering, if youre comfortable of course, a steve x reader period imagine where reader tried to hide their period from Steve, but he finds out and is super fluffy and sweet about it? thank you!

HAHAH wow i have let this ask stew in my inbox since last year thats CRAZY im so sorry my dear,, i was going through old asks and i rlly like this prompt actually so here u go, i hope u enjoy!!!!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, obv mentions of periods / menstruation, reader is referred to as female, steve being dense at first lol, regular sized font below!

wc: 1.4K

notes: while the reader in this fic is female, i am well aware not everyone who has a period is a girl, and not everyone who's a girl has a period!

Steve is one attentive boyfriend.

It’s the early stages of your relationship, the golden era, the honeymoon phase. And while you’re a still a bit nervous about it all, you couldn’t be happier, because he does it all right.

He knows your favourite snacks, what music you like, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry. He’s starting to figure out your ins and outs, and it’s almost crazy how quickly he’s catching on. You have no reason to feel judged by him at any point, he truly is comfort poured into the shape of a person.

So then why are you staring at your phone right now, struggling to dial his number and just tell him why you can’t make it to your date?

It’s not usually this bad, at least it hadn’t been for a while, so why now, of all moments, must you be forsaken to be terrorised by your period?

You bite your lip, laying flat onto your bed, hand over your lower stomach. It's right where the pain is just gnawing at you, just like the guilt is. But you know you’d feel even guiltier if you just stood him up, he doesn’t deserve that. You sit up, a tad slowly to save yourself from another cramp, and swallow your nerves for now.

“I’ll just… Tell him I’m sick. Yeah… Yeah I can do that.” You think to yourself.

The combination of his number had started to feel natural to your fingers now, unlike how anxiously you pressed the buttons the first time, triple checking before finally pressing call. You're triple checking again now, more so because you're not sure you can handle hearing the defeat in his voice when you tell him you can't make it.

The phone barely gets a moment to ring before he picks it up, and his all too familiar sweet voice comes through the device.

"Hey babe, everything okay over there?"

You pause a moment before replying. "How did you know it was me calling?"

"Lover's intuition." He chuckles, and it makes your heart flutter. It's not fair how easy it is for him to do that to you, but you enjoy it nonetheless. "So, what's going on?"

"I, uh..." God, getting the words out is like pulling teeth. But you'd rather die than let him think you just got cold feet about your movie date. "I'm really not feeling too well right now, Steve... I'm-- I'm so sorry, I'm gonna have to cancel for tonight." Your eyes are welling up with tears before he even gets a chance to reply, just imagining his pretty face losing its bright expression when hearing your unfortunate news.

"Oh," damnit, he does sound sad, "that's okay, uhm... Is there anything I can do? What kinda sick is it?"

Shit, he's gonna make you say it, isn't he? You know Steve is a mature guy, he knows about periods, knows how they work, but you've been told to suck it up and get on with it before... A part of you is still disappointed that you just can't.

"U-Uhm... It's more like, a stomach thing, I guess?" It's the best way you can put it for now, hoping it'll put his worries to rest.

"Okay, I see..." You can nearly hear him thinking, the subtle noise of bags being moved and a fridge being opened coming through the phone. "Uh, how aboouuut... I come over to yours, and we just watch a movie at home? I still got a couple of tapes we haven't gotten to, and I can bring some light snacks that won't upset your stomach too much."

The thought of Steve caring for you while you're sick sends a warm feeling through your entire body. God, how does he just keep getting better? But you can't lie to him, right? It's not like you're really sick, unless you count the curse of menstruation as a symptom.

Before you get a chance to explain, he's talking again, and by the ruckus in the background you can only guess he's rushing to grab all his stuff. "I'll be heading out in a bit, I'll stop by the corner store too, stay put for me alright? See ya in a bit!"

You're sure he didn't realize he wasn't letting you talk, but frankly, you probably couldn't even come up with a response on time anyways. Right now, you just have to worry about looking somewhat presentable, and maybe figure out a way to tell him you're not actually sick.

By the time you've brushed your hair and brushed some mascara onto your lashes, you're already hearing the doorbell. You just manage to pull a fresh shirt over your head, before stumbling down the stairs and stopping in front of the door. With a deep, loaded, sigh you open it, to reveal your boyfriend.

Hair messed up, plastic bag in hand, jacket haphazardly thrown on. He clearly rushed to be here, still panting a little, but in your eyes, he's the image of your guardian angel, your saviour in need.

Before either of you know it, you're crying again, your freshly applied mascara now leaving thin black streaks over your cheeks. Your hands go up to cover your face, embarrassed, not even sure why you're sobbing all of a sudden. The feelings just hit you like a freight train, rocking you before you even have a time to rationalize.

Steve's expression falters, the bag he had in hand dropping to the floor in an instant, stepping in closer so he can carefully wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. Not too tight, he doesn't want to startle you. He's a bit distraught; he's really only seen you cry at a sad movie scene before, so he's a bit unsure as to what's caught you to be so upset right now.

"I-I'm sorry..." you manage to mutter through your incoherent sobs and sniffs, effectively ruining the front of his shirt in the process.

"Hey, hey..." His big hands go up to your face, gently cupping your wettened cheeks as he looks into your teary eyes. Hell, the image of you is almost enough to make him break too. "What're you sorry for? You can't help it that you're sick, right?"

The reminder of your lie makes you want to break eye contact in shame, but it's hard to force yourself to lose sight of that soft, caring gaze of his.

"I," sniff, "I lied, I'm so sorry Steve, I-- I'm not sick, I just... I have..."

He watches you expectedly, not upset, just curious. You'd surely have your reasons if whatever caused you to cancel is making you this upset.

"I'm... I'm just on my period and it-- it hurts really bad, it's not even usually this bad, and I felt like I was overreacting and I feel so bad and--" Your ramble gets cut short by his chuckle, the same one that nearly caused you to melt over the phone earlier.

"W-Wha... Why are you laughing?" You're not sure if you should be happy or worried, you're already experiencing so much at once, it's hard to pick one emotion to feel.

"Nothing, it's just, well," he picks up the bag he dropped, opening it slightly to show the bars of chocolate, candy and your favorite chips inside. "I had a feeling."

The sight of it makes you snap out of your state of distress, and you can’t help but crack a smile through your tears. “Seriously? How?”

He shrugs, a sheepish smile adorning his face. “I told you, lover’s intuition.” He pulls you back to him and kisses your head. “There’s another bag in the car with chicken soup in case I was wrong.”

You both laugh, just hugging on your doorstep for a moment. You have to let it sink in, that maybe Steve just is that sweet and considerate of a guy.

“D’you wanna go inside, or does standing outside help with cramps?” He pulls back a little, and you fight the urge to poke him in the ribs for his sarcasm. You love it either way.

“Yeah, let’s go inside. We can watch When Harry Met Sally and I can cry my eyes out again. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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#tysm for the ask! #stevemath #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington writing #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington comfort #serpentwithatardis #aster replies

[angelicsoka]

LAZY (SICKLY) MORNINGS AND MARRIAGE PROPOSALS, q. hughes

word count | 577 words

pairings | quinn hughes x reader

summary | where a common cold turns to the flu leaving quinn and his girlfriend to cancel their plans, leading to a lazy (sickly) valentines morning and a marriage proposal 

warnings | descriptions of vomit and other sickly bodily fluids. not proofread. no use of “y/n”. lowercase intended. this is a work of fiction, i am by no means saying this is how they act in real life.

a/n | i was gonna post this for valentine’s day but never actually got around to writing it lmao, but here it is now!

a groan filled the silent room, followed by someone hurriedly throwing the blanket off of them and running to the bathroom. the sound of heaving could be heard as the other person rolled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom to help. 

quinn rubbed her back with one hand, the other making a makeshift ponytail with her hair as she vomited what little of what remained in her stomach. she sat back against the wall once she had finished, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“you okay?” she shook her head no at quinn’s question, fearful if she spoke she would begin to heave once more. “let me get you some water.” 

she rarely got sick, but when she did it was bad. she gratefully accepted the glass, sipping lightly. it eased the burning in her throat enough for her to speak, “you really shouldn’t be by me, quinny. the team can’t have their captain out sick.” she coughed roughly, trying to clear the flem from her throat.

“i’ve already told you: they can handle a game or two without me. i want to make sure you're okay.” he tried to conceal his own cough as him just clearing his throat, but she knew.

“damnit, i knew you would get sick. i told you!” she tried to come off as angry but she was too tired to portray an emotion she didn’t actually feel. quinn helped her off the ground, the two moseying their way back to bed. she sighed contently when her head hit the soft pillow, shivering slightly as she curled into the blankets. she began to shiver more as quinn got settled, unable to find warmth.

“cold?” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. she moved as close as she physically could, in search of warmth from him. she hummed as she settled in his arms, her boyfriend placing a gentle kiss on her head. “well, this is one way to spend valentine’s day.” 

“don’t remind me.” she muttered, turning slightly to look at him. “i’m sorry i’m sick. i know how hard it was to get that reservation and you got me that nice dress and–” quinn shushed her quietly, placing yet another kiss, this time on her shoulder.

“don’t worry about it.” she turned over fully to face him. “it does have me thinking though.”

“yeah?” quinn smiled softly at her. “about what?”

“about how i want to spend the rest of my life with you, ya know, through sickness and health and all that shit.” she giggled, a hint of confusion on her face. they had talked about marriage and family but she had thought he wasn’t ready.

“what are you saying?” 

“i guess i’m saying– well asking, will you marry me?” she felt the oxygen leave her lungs for a moment, before a smile broke out on her face.

“hell yeah,” she watched him smile widely. “god, i love you.”

“i love you so much, baby, so goddamn much.” quinn leaned in to kiss her, only to be stopped by her placing her finger on his lips.

“you can kiss me after i brush my teeth.” quinn pouted, earning a small giggle before she paled. “fuck.” she rolled out of his grasp, getting up and taking off toward the bathroom once more. it may not have been the most conventional way of proposing but neither party would have it any other way.

#angelicsoka #nhl imagine #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic #nhl fic

[thehmn]

Okay so I’d strongly advise against getting a chihuahua as your first dog (unless you adopt an older dog that has already developed its personality) because you have to know what you’re doing, but my god Marie is so funny, like a little cartoon character.

She’s like a cat in that she doesn’t love you unconditionally. She will follow me to the end of the Earth but if I do something to her she doesn’t like, like give her eye drops for her eye infection, she will immediately decide that she’s my housemate’s dog now and sit with her for the rest of the evening and I can absolutely go fuck myself.

I taught her not to bite in anger at an early age but she still pretends to bite if we piss her off. She had to get an injection at the vet the other day and in her blind, wiggly panic where she couldn’t tell the vet’s hands from mine she bit my finger and I felt absolutely nothing. Somehow her training is just as strong as her instinct to bite and it cancels out in biting without chomping down. I don’t even know how that’s possible when she’s panicking.

She got sick and didn’t want to eat no matter how much I tried to coax her or what I offered her. The only thing that could get her to eat was having my other dog sit beside us and give him some of the food. Then she’d start wolfing it down while giving him an evil glare. She literally stayed alive out of spite.

If I’m lying down when she wants attention she’ll casually march up my stomach and chest and sorta fall/lean into my face with her whole body not unlike someone plopping down on a comfy chair after a long day.

And yes, if she thinks something might be dangerous she’ll get in front of me, doing her best to protect me by scaring it away with barks, unless the thing doesn’t back down at which point she’ll get behind me like “Sorry! My scare tactic didn’t work! I think you’re our best bet now!” Usually the scary thing is a cat or possibly a football someone forgot.

When people say chihuahuas are small dogs with big personalities this is the stuff they’re talking about. I’ve never met a dog breed that was so equally clingy and independent, brave and wimpy, loving yet refusing to put up with my bullshit. She’s amazing 10/10👌

#stories from life #humontalks #humons dogs #chihuahua #shih tzu #dogs

[astro-ellie]

you should write about how the reader gets mad at abby and tells her she dont want nothing to do with her and gives her back all her shit and abby is just like “oh okay, whos hoodie is that? i want it back, and the shirt under i bought that for you. i think the whole outfit” which leads to something ykykykykk ☮️

it’s immature.

it’s immature, childish and stupid, but after your last fight, you can’t bring yourself to care. you’re fed up with abby and her antics, and on top of that, you’re angry.

you’re angry with her attitude and how she seemingly doesn’t really care about your relationship. she’s always been flaky, cancelling dates last minutes and not showing up to important things- well, things that are important to you.

abby is a busy woman, she always has been. you’re also busy, but you still manage to make it to her stuff. the only time you’ve missed a game of hers is that time you had the flu, and you even show up to training sessions that are extra important to you.

but abby doesn’t do that for you. there’s always something that she just can’t miss, and it has started to feel like you’re at the bottom of her priority-list.

it was an ongoing issue in the relationship, and something you needed to deal with, but you still expected her to show this once. not even abby was clueless to not know how important your birthday was.

when she didn’t show up at the restaurant, you had waited at first. checking the time every five minutes, giving her the benefit of the doubt until the feeling of embarrassment became too much.

you tried to call her, just once. when she didn’t pick up, you took your jacket and left. the way the staff had looked at you in pity only made the feeling deep in your stomach grow.

just like you expected, it takes two days of radio silence from your side for her to come crawling to your front door. you know this all too well, she’ll be pounding on your door with that guilty look on her face.

never even apologies before she uses your hidden spare key to open the door, then she’ll slip into whatever room your hiding in. press a kiss onto your cheek, and it’s like nothing ever happened.

not this time though. you’ve dumped all of her stuff in your hallway, and you’ve just been waiting to hear the sound of her car pull up next to your home, just waiting for her to use the spare key, just waiting for her to see the boxes with all her stuff in.

you can hear the door being unlocked, hear the front door open and you certainly hear abby’s exclaim of; “what the fuck?” all the way into your bedroom.

it’s immature and childish, but it’s working.

it has abby stomping into your bedroom, with furrowed eyebrows and a hand on her hip. you know you’re being immature, but still you feign nonchalance and look down on your phone. act busy, act busy, act busy.

“why is all that shit in the hallway?”

“your shit.”

“what?”

“it’s your shit. your shit is in the hallway, abby.” the tension in the room becomes thick, and it seems that abby now can feel it too. you see the way she shifts her weight around on her feet, the way she opens her mouth only to close it again.

“are you fucking serious?” her lips are pressed into a thin line, and she’s moving towards you with unsure steps.

you can’t help but let out a sigh, leaning back on your elbows on the bed. “yes, i’m fucking serious.”

“why is all my shit packed up then? can you tell me that?”

this all feels bittersweet, ‘cause abby is right where you wanted her, she’s getting angry and upset and that means she’s feeling exactly how she made you feel.

but the fact that she can’t see it, can’t see what pushed you to put all her belongings left behind in your apartment in those cardboard boxes makes you feel worse. why can’t she just see how bad she’s been treating you?

“your shit is in the hallway ‘cause i’m sick of you. i’m sick of your shit, abby.” you’re noticeable upset now, the pitch of your voice going up as you speak.

the room becomes silent, and god, the way abby looks at you is almost enough to make you feel guilty. almost. she looks like a kicked puppy, she nervously takes a step back and you see the way her lip trembles.

“are you- are you breaking up with me?”

her question is met with silence. if you speak now, you won’t be able to stop the tears from flowing. it’s too much, and you’re afraid that you’ll let her win. that one more look at her sad expression will have you apologising and pressing a kiss to her forehead, then going back to your normal lives as if this never happened.

you’re not looking at her anymore, your eyes instead trained on your lap. if you were looking at her, you would be able to see how abby’s expression was changing from her sad, sad puppy look into an angry, aggravated one.

when she says your name, you almost wince. it’s dripping with anger, and it hurts. ‘cause abby has never said your name like this before.

“if you’re just going to fucking dump me, i want all my shit back.” now that catches your attention, looking up in confusion. before you can open your mouth, point out the fact that all her shit is already packed, abby’s voice booms out again.

”like that fucking shirt for example, oh, and the hoodie. yeah, you know the fucking one.” she’s storming over to your closet, ripping it open, and rummaging around. you know which hoodie she means, and you feel heat creeping up your neck.

it’s the hoodie you stole from her a few months into your relationship. abby let you keep it ‘cause wearing it helped you sleep when she wasn’t there, making it feel like she was physically there with you in the bed.

“fuck you, abby.” you’re standing up in anger now, hands clammy. it’s her time to be immature, childish and stupid.

“oh now you decide to speak up. so, will you tell me what the fuck is up with you?” when abby is met with silence, she barks out a menacing laugh. “okay, then give me my fucking shit back. now.”

your eyes are burning, and you’re desperate to do something back. so, you pull abby’s shirt, the shirt you’ve been wearing, off your body and throw it at her. “here, happy now?”

she looks shocked for a few seconds before a taunting smile appears on her lips. she's raising her hand and pointing her finger at you, taking one, two, steps forward and saying something. you can't make it out, too busy staring at how her lips move.

it's the adrenaline from arguing, that must be it. that must be what pushes you to take a step towards her, and suddenly you're pressing your lips against hers. or was it abby that pushed hers against yours?

everything after that is a blur. abby brings her hands to your face, holding your face in between the rough palms of her hands. she walks you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed. when you sit down, abby pulls away. if you weren't so far gone, you'd be embarrassed by the whine you let out at the loss of her lips.

abby stands between your knees, moving her head to your ear. you use all your energy to focus on her voice, to try to hear what she's whispering against the side of your face.

“i’m not going to- not going to give it you” she’s panting in your ear, and all you can do is whine in frustration as you try to grind your hips, seeking relief. “you’re not getting anything. not until you fucking talk to me, you get that?”

moving your hand to the button of your pants and grunting out a “fine, i’ll just do it myself.” you almost except abby to try to stop you, for her to just cave in.

instead, she leans back and gives you a teasing smile. “fine, get off on your own. you know it won’t feel as good as me though, right?”

and you hate how she’s right, but you can’t let her know that. so, in a haste you shimmy your way out of your pants and move your hand towards your underwear.

the way abby’s eyes follow your movements with lust makes you feel good, powerful. for a few seconds, you forget why you’re here in front of her on the edge of the bed. forget about the look of anger and hatred a few moments ago. you almost even forget the way she made you feel at the restaurant, that humiliation.

the spell breaks when you hear abby’s voice again, her voice brings you back to reality.

“what are you waiting for?”

clearly, abby wants a show. so you’ll give her a show. slowly pulling your panties off your body, letting them fall down onto the floor next to her. the way abby’s eyes fixate on your cunt spreads confidence throughout you.

slowly moving your hands from your bra clad chest, relishing in the way abby looks at you, the way she bites her lips while looking at you.

you’re teasing her, moving one of your hands to the back of your back and unclasping your bra. the bra gets thrown to the side of the bed, and abby lets out a breathy sigh at the sight of your naked chest.

the way abby is still completely dressed in front of you, still standing in between your legs, while you’re completely undressed sends a wave of pleasure throughout your body.

you’re now fed up with your own teasing, moving your hands from your upper body downwards until you reach the space in between your thighs. abby’s eyes almost roll to the back of her head when you slip a finger inside of you, the sight making her weak in the knees.

leaning your head back in pleasure as you slowly start moving the digit, you quickly realise it’s not enough.

so, instead you try using two fingers. moving them in and out of you at a slow pace, you almost don’t notice it when abby suddenly sits down on the floor, on her knees, eye level with your pussy.

when she grabs the hand you got between your legs, you huff out an annoyed “what?”. she’s just sitting there, completely quiet, before she eventually says “fuck it” and before you can question her she dives right in.

abby’s tongue feels heavenly, she knows you well enough to bring you pleasure quickly. her nose is bumping into your clit, and you can’t help but let out a pathetic moan at the feeling.

the way her eyes are hazed over with desire is enough to make you grind up against her face, desperate for more. you swear, you swear, you see abby move one of her hands down to her own crotch. you crane your neck to try to get a better view of it, and when you do you can’t help but let out a whine of her name.

she moans against your slick, and works her tongue faster. when she moves her face slightly upwards and suck on your clit, you reach your peak. heart beating fast in your chest, completely out of breath, you feel how abby moves away from you.

before you can feel disappointed by her distance, she sits on the bed and pull you upwards, further from the edge.

still fully clothed she lays beside you, who’s still coming down from your high. you’re too gone to think about the way she lays besides you, the way she moves her arm and tries to carefully hold you.

the room is silent once again, but the thick tension seems to have melted away and instead there’s something else in the air, something neither abby or you can quite put your finger on.

“can you please talk to me about it now?”

there’s a beat of silence, and it makes abby nervous. you don’t look at her, instead you close your eyes. after a few seconds, you cuddle into her side and whisper a quiet “tomorrow”.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fic #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x female reader #tlou abby #Abby smut #abby fluff #abby anderson blurb #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson drabble #abby anderson angst #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby tlou #abby anderson #blurb

[starsomens]

𝕂𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕟

Finding out

I write about Eden a lot however Keaton was your first baby. This happened about a year and a half after you and Noah had gotten married, find out that you are pregnant with your first baby! And that was Keaton :)

Of course, you both were aware of the risk since you guys didn’t use a lot of protection during the first year of marriage and you’re OK with that. During this pregnancy, you both actually had noticed you’re missing period

It was about nine at night after I got home from the studio, when you had told him you were feeling a little weird and you had your suspicions so you both take a trip to the convenience store and buy two boxes of tests just because there were such things as false positives and you wanted to be sure of the results

This was a somewhat planned pregnancy. You knew the risks that would happen and you both came to an agreement that if you did fall pregnant you’d take it as it was and be happy about it

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“ so you can watch me pee on a stick?”

Well, he seen more than that already but you were sure he was just nervous.

He was. He paced, he sat on the couch for like 3 minutes, got up and listened to the bathroom door. Deadass looked up long long a pregnancy test took and went to knock on your door

“Baby? Are you okay? Do you need any help or-“ you opened the door and you swore you saw how panicked he was

“Noah, honey I’m fine…..I haven’t looked yet” you said as you hand him the rest that was wrapped back in the wrapper

“Oh okay….hey it’s okay, we’ll open it together” we both stood there in a space to move while he takes test out of the wrapper and flips it.

“ITS POSITIVE OH MY GOD-“

You were running around the house not finding a better way to get your energy out

“Baby? Baby, we’re gonna…we’re gonna HAVE a baby. Oh god….a baby!” Then Noah started running after you and finally caught you in a Hug

“Wow…..Noah…I’m….im pregnant!”

“You are princess” he just starts kissing the top of your head and nuzzling you. He then pulls back and comes down to your belly button and you can feel your cheeks blush

“Hey there, I’m your….dad! Or I’m gonna be your dad…..yeah…..I’m gonna be your dad”

He now has a habit of rest his head on your stomach. He feels closer to you and the baby, that wasn’t even the size of a strawberry at the moment.

I don’t really see him as someone made the appointment because he was so excited

“ when is your next earliest appointment?….mhm… at 2? That’s perfect. I can come in with her right? Okay thank you.”

While you waited for your appointment, a lot of symptoms at first, but the closer the day the more nauseous you were feeling. And of course on the date of appointment was when you first experienced morning sickness, and it was awful.

You were very close to canceling the appointment and going on a different day. However, if it wasn’t for Noah helping you out and soothing your nausea you would’ve just crawled back into bed.

1st trimester

Noah has big hands and he put those big hands to use. He holds your hair back with one hand and he rubs circles on your back with the other.

While you brush your teeth from the nasty bitter flavor, he wants to get you some water. the kids make sure you drink all the water

He was very excited for the first appointment, and since this was your first child, he took every pamphlet on any kind of information that you guys would need it. He’ll just read out all the facts to you while you’re waiting in the room for your doctor

He may have went a bit over his head with how much you’d be able to see at this point but still amazing that the tiny little blob on the screen would soon become your baby

“

“I’d say you’re just about tipping 2 weeks. Still a early on, so you should still enjoy this wonderful early symptoms unfortunately”

You had never seen him so focused as he looked at the screen and subconsciously played with your fingers.

You had never seen his eyes sparkle as much as they did when you had gotten a small sonogram of your first appointment. He was all smiles and was already clearing days so he’d be able to come to the appointments with you.

Time was your first baby.

Nothing I’d put out

Everything is kept LOWKEY, UNDER WRAPS, IN PRIVATE

The only people who knew were the boys and direct management so they knew about any kind of up coming appointments, or change of plans and dates. He was already protective of you but now you’re carrying a baby! Your baby!

He just feels the need to keep you safe and comfortable and secure

Definitely takes pictures each week that passes to document progress and of course create memories to look back on. Works on a top secret project in his studio for the baby as well. He makes a video documentary for the baby, starting from when he found out and every time you have a milestone

2nd trimester

3 months down, 6 to go!

Your morning sickness is finally easing up and you can actually get up in the morning and get your things done.

Or can you?

Aside from the morning sickness finally subsiding you’re not just very sleepy and you love to take morning naps preferably right after you wake up if you’re a stomach sleeper, Noah is definitely making sure that you’re starting to sleep on your sides or on your back. He’s already offered to buy you a pregnancy pillow so that you can avoid sleeping on your stomach, even though your bump is still not showing.

You’ll get bloated from something you eat and your baby girl over it and you kinda have to ruin the moment. It’s just food, but that’s what it would look like.

His wish does come true. Once you get into your five month mark you start showing and he is over the moon about it. If you scroll through his gallery, it’s a bunch of pictures of your bump from different angles his favorite one, that is now his wallpaper is a picture of you on the sofa with a bullet chips. Stuffing your face while his head is in your lap and he took a picture from that angle and he is in love with it.

The first trimester, it is a time where you both agree to tell anyone else that you are close with meaning any kind of family or very close friends from either one of your sides. You also start to rearrange things in the house. Luckily, you did have an extra room that was mostly being used for storage than Noah was starting to clean out to turn into a nursery.

And has pitched the ideas to his team to make clothes from the band

So that he can start with his baby and he could look hard-core

He definitely does his research and wonders if his type of music would be great for development for the baby to hear. Either way he does sing to your baby bump. Whether it’s songs in general that everyone knows or songs that he and the band wrote.

For sure, seeing because in a sense, he wants them to know that since the day they were conceived, he would be there for them and even beyond

You’ve also noticed faster when his face is right up against your bump, which sometimes is a little uncomfortable for you, but you don’t have the heart to move in because he looks so content and happy

No, you also went to your OB/GYN and heard the heartbeat and this man started crying in the examination room. of course it was all real from the start, but once he heard the heartbeat, it really just made things so real for him. And yes, he does document this in the video that he’s creating. He also asked the doctor if he could record the heartbeat and he has three different versions of them, he sends them to the guys so that they can hear the sound and also so that he can brag about his baby having a great heartbeat.

This heartbeat will appear in any songs that he makes in his fact in his mind he wanted to be beat for every song in the next album that he makes, but you didn’t argue with him on it saying that it might make the song sound repetitive. Which he argues.

“ there is nothing better than heartbeat. If people don’t like it they obviously have some questionable taste”

Is just completely infatuated with your baby from day one which is something that honestly warms your heart and you couldn’t wait to see him as a dad in action if he was being a great dad now

Really do love to watch how he builds and paints the nursery. He doesn’t let you do anything because he doesn’t want you breathing in the harsh chemicals of whatever he’s using and because he he just wants you to rest and let the baby grow. He said your job was to grow the baby and let him take care of you. Which honestly you cannot argue on. It sound of like a great deal.

You guys paint the nursery, a neutral color only because you wanted the sex of your baby to stay a surprise until the day that they’re born so every time you go to your appointment, he makes sure to say no gender please when he enters the room by now all of thenurses, assistance, doctors they all say the most proud father they have ever met, whose baby isn’t even born yet it’s very charming.

He has definitely put in paternity leave already for when after you give birth so he doesn’t even have to worry about going back in to work so soon because he wants to help you out at home once the baby arrives.

When you guys do laundry, definitely separate some clothes into your pile because he knows those are most comfortable for you now. He also loves seeing how big his clothes were on you and how your bump would poke out of his clothes.

Whenever you guys do go to bed, he has a ritual where he says good night to both of you, you eat get kisses good night and I don’t mean a single kiss I mean being smothered by his kisses. Also, he likes to shower with you before bed to help relax you. He massages and washes your back and he goes few too many times over your bump because he likes to feel it

Night and if you ask him what he’s doing, he’ll tell you that he’s having a private conversation with your baby 

But you do pretend to be asleep so that you can hear these infamous conversations, and you were nearly caught because you had a hold in your sniffs because you just want to cry after hearing what he said

“ we are so excited for you to come. I think I’m more excited than Mommy is….. you’re going to love her. She’s amazing, she’s smart and she’s pretty. I hope you have her eyes, and her cute nose, and I hope you laugh like her too…”

3rd trimester

With this pregnancy you showed very little in the first half but now that you’re in the third trimester you really started showing it was like one day you had a little bloating and now it’s like a full-blown baby bump and it was like a huge change for you

he adjusts his cooking for your cravings and what your scene of smell can handle, but he makes sure everything is nutritious and makes sure you take your prenatal vitamins with your meals.

yes, he will get up at 5 am and make you a grill cheese with some chips on the side if that's what he princess wants

But this also means that the baby has started kicking! Every chance he gets Noah is touching your bump (when isn’t he??)

Definitely tried to provoke the kicks and innocent forgets that it kinda hurts you "wow babe did you see that one? That was a huge stretch"

"Yeah, felt it too"

He is also the only one who can get the baby to relax when you couldn't sleep or even sit still because of the kicking and moving and there are 2 version! When he's loving and more strict about it

"hey, hey, hey what's with the party? Having a dance party in there huh? How about let mama sleep for first, then you can party okay?"

Or

"hey, it's 3 am, your mom is overstimulated and needs sleep, which means you should sleep too,"

He lathers you in coco butter and lotion after your showers and massages your hips, back and feet

10/10 pregnancy because he made it barrable

Birth

I've said this somewhere and can't remember where, your pregnancy went according to the due date.

Labor started the day before your due date and delivery was on the day of the due date you were given. Baby, right on time!

Noah had your hospital bag packed and near the hall closet near the door, packed with EVERYTHING you'd need. Towels, clothes, shoes, socks, snacks, chargers, camera, extra underwear, his clothes also if you wanted them instead, hair and skin products, EVERYTHING

Now Noah has done his research and is knowing what to expect for labor. Yes, he watched birthing videos, however while you were pushing he peaked and you SWEAR this man became paler

"A-are you okay-"

"fine. Just focus on breathing okay?" despite his shock or nerves, the main focus was on YOU and the baby,

holds your hand, ties up your hair, gives you water, and anything you asked for

P A I N, because you thought it would be a good idea to experience "raw natural birth" but unfortunately once you broke it was a bit too late for any medication. You were honestly ready to punch Noah for saying

"Should have taken it when we got here," he was joking but he was honestly very anxious about the pain you were feeling burr he knew you needed him to be your support

"Come on baby you got this" "good job, take your time, you're doing great" "You're so strong Y/N...you're almost there"

Once the baby is born and crying NOAH IS CRYING

IT'S A BOY. You're crying and Noah is kissing your head and just spilling his guts out "Baby you did amazing!" "I'm so proud of you Y/N" "He's so perfect Y/N,"

Now you had discussed that if it was boy you would honor his best friend Keaton by giving him his name. You thought it was just so sweet and meaningful and you knew it would be so important to Noah you saw nothing better than that

Keaton was born in late October, so he is born as the next Sassy Sebastion Scorpio as discussed with @darling-millicent-aubrey

Noah constantly says he isn't crying but he is, while you're resting he's just admiring Keaton and speaking to him softly

"hey buddy...oh look at you, kinda feel bad you looks like me more than your mom, but you're so perfect....I love you Keaton.....so much"

And you? Ugh....when he'd look at you, all he'd see was an absolute champion, a goddess...his wife and best friend who had just went through something so big like pregnancy and labor to bring your son into the world

"Y/N....thank you," he caresses your hand with his thumb while he held Keaton in his other arm "Thank you so much baby.....I love you."

「🍼taglist」: @badomensls @darling-millicent-aubrey @lma1986 @sanchez099 @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @flowery-mess @veronicaphoenix @malerieee

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #noahsebastian #bad omens #The Dad Series✨ #bad omens fanfiction #badomens #bad omens cult #bad omens fic

[bluetooththereptile]

Unwanted embrace(part 2)

Yandere batfamily x neglected reader

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

(This fic is continuation of this post)

Tw: angst, past neglect, yandere behavior and also violence

You tried to ignore your phone’s screen go on and off as you put it in your pocket. You shifted oknthe cafe’s seat uncomfortably as you waited for the waiter to bring you the paycheck. The dessert you were trying to eat had turned bitter as you saw your phone get calls from unknown numbers, it irritated you to no end, it was the second week and you had already changed three Simcards, sacrificed your connection with Alfred and had booked a hotel room away from the place you and your uncle shared so he was safe from all of what you thought was going to come. After the day you had quit your place as a hero your phone was bombarded with messages and calls from other members of the family that made you feel sick to the core, what was wrong with them? couldn’t they leave you alone?

You huffed and pinched between your brows, your headache threatening to join in and add to your frustration. Seeing the paycheck that the waiter put on the table at the corner of your eyes you mumbled a “Thank you” looking at the price “I’m sorry I’ve lost my appetite quickly but other things and service was great how much you want for your ti….” you stopped talking when you raised your head to see the waiter better, your eyes widening at seeing Dick, who had wore the waiter’s outfit and had leaned closer as you were talking “Maybe a smile from you would work as the tip?” his cheeky smirk turned into a thin line as you you show the scowl you shared with Damian. Narrowing your eyes you slammed the payment which was much more then the real price, since you knew Dick must have had gotten rid of the poor waiter to get his outfit. “I told you to leave me alone!” you seethed as you stood up from your seat and grabbed your bag “Oh come on family doesn’t leave each other!” He said and you raised your hand to give him a hard smack on the head but just huffed and rolled your eyes, ignoring him as he looked at you expecting more interaction, he could buy time for others but your ignorance made him clench his jaw and he slammed his fist on the table as he watched you leave.

Walking as fast you could you looked back to see if anyone was after you in the dark street, damn it, you were to hungry to notice you had chosen a place that was not crowded enough, wherever there was no witnesses, there was a chance fornthem to strike, but you were in a whole another city, they couldn’t have come all the way there to bother you right? you hoped at least they just wanted to talk…you could manage getting away with that, your family’s past was not so clean since they had another family member in their clutches and you had watched the whole thing from the corner. Calm down (Y/N)! you were a hero yourself! they can���t even lay a finger on you don’t worry! you told yourself, walking walking the next bus station, why your car had to break just tonight? or maybe it was not an accident? you had checked your place for any cameras and had secured anything, but they were batman and his sons, not just ordinary people. God even thinking about it made your stomach turn in disgust.

“Going somewhere?” Jason’s voice froze you in place, that tone, predator like, he was enjoying your distress, you didn’t need to turn to see him, his reflection in the windows of the building you were walking toward to was showing the young man that had leaned to the wall behind you, arms crossed as he held that smirk of his that made your body shiver. He wore his vigilant clothes…he surely wasn’t there for just a visit, Bruce’s call had rang the bells for you before “We’ll take you back home my baby…” you had canceled the call before he could continue, feeling nauseous at remembering that.

You moved your hand to take the gun in your bag, Jason’s eyes watching your every move “Is it how you greet your brothers dear sibling?” Damian’s mocking voice made your hand clench around the gun’s handle “I won’t greet strangers…” you said bitterly, hearing Jason sigh “Really? after what we all have gone through?” you couldn’t help but scoff at that “Oh? your death must have rearranged your memories! weren’t you the one that bullied me when we were younger? telling me that I was the hated child to feed your own ego and forget about your insecurity?” you said and Jason’s growl made a sad smirk form on your face “Past is the past!” He snapped, the guilt he felt getting worse. “And you Damian…don’t you dare to move an inch closer to me!” you said as you pointed the gun toward him “I warned you to leave me alone!”

Damian’s eyes watered as he held his staff closer, memories of the past hitting him hard “You all used me like a toy, feeling better as you teased and bullied me! Dick started the whole thing, having Bruce’s attention the whole time, being his favorite boy as he made fun of me for walking after Alfred, the only person that had a little hint of sympathy for me! the unwanted child of a heartless man!” your voice trembled as you looked at the glass to check if Jason was not getting closer “Then it was you Jason! weren’t you the one that called me a spoiled brat and bullied me for being born in a richer family then yours? weren’t you beating me up whenever I tried to seek help from Alfred? how can you call yourself a part of my family Jason? you did that and I still wept for your death! and when you came back, Bruce still accepted you, still called you his son no matter what you did! was it fair?”

Hearing something drop on the floor you pulled the second gun from your bag and dodged from Tim who had jumped to hit you with his staff “Oh? the whole family is here? the daddy’s little genius? aren’t you still Bruce’s soft spot?” you said shouting to Damian who took a step closer “I said don’t move little demon! you were worse then all of them! you should have understood me better then the others! but no! I was the pathetic older sibling of yours that didn’t have any place among heros…you all did that to me for years and still call me a sibling? am I the only one that is still sane in this damned family?”

The boys stared at you in silence, they didn’t have anything to say, you were right, but they had planned to make it up to you, if you could just give in! lose your attention for a second! The lights in the street went out and you could hear the fast footsteps of the boys, you pulled the triggers, not caring if you would actually hit them, the first thing that reached you was a staff that hit your right arm, one of the guns was out of use, but you didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger again, your other arm held tightly by huge hands as the other gun was thrown out of your palm, smaller arms held your neck and head against whom you had guessed was Damian, another hit of the hard staff to the back of your knees and you fell on the floor as you growled in anger like a captured beast.

The lights came back again, and you found your head pressed against Damian’s chest, arms held tightly by Jaosn as Tim stood on top of you, staff ready to hit you again if you moved, you struggled to free yourself as Damian tightened his grip to warn you about cutting your air supply, you looked up at the youngest boy, feeling a tear drop on your face, your lips parted in surprise…he was crying! “I’m sorry!” He whispered, voice low and shaking. You stopped struggling for a moment, to equipped to hear Bruce and Dick walk closer to you.

“Woha! you use guns now?” Dick said and got a angry groan from you in response “You hate us that much?” He asked, his voice now sad, you weren’t sure if it was for real or because of his manipulative nature “They do…” Bruce finally said, looking at you pant for air, he nodded to Damian as he squeezed your neck tighter “Shhh…” the boy whispered to you “We’ll be home soon, don’t struggle so much…sleep…please sleep!” His pleading got mixed with frustration as your vision faded away. You were wrong, you were to much into trouble to consider yourself lucky to get out of that damned manor!

#yandere batfamily #yandere batman #yandere #yandere alfred pennyworth #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake #yandere x reader #yandere robin #yandere bruce wayne #yandere nightwing #yandere red robin #yandere red hood #neglected reader #angst

[vamossainz55]

❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜ + daniel oh my GOD

a/n: this could've gone a million ways but was in the mood for writing something soft, enjoy <3

summary: you're sick; daniel takes care of you.

In sickness (& in health,) - (dr3)

The sudden feeling of a cold hand on your forehead surprises you, taking you out of your dazed state. Your eyes open to meet Daniel’s brown ones, pooling with concern as he scans over your features. 

“How did you get in?” Your voice hitches, the itch in your throat taking over as you hide your face into your arm to let out a cough. The throbbing of your head worsens and you try your best to sink further into the bed. Every muscle in your body aches, begging you not to move but you scoot over just a little bit when Daniel sits on the side of the bed. 

“You gave me your room key,” Daniel reminds you, holding up the card between his two fingers for you to see. He ignores the little sigh you let out, setting the card on the bedside table before resting his hands on his lap. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? I could’ve dropped by sooner.” Daniel says and you roll your eyes at his words. Your relationship with Daniel was beyond complicated: from colleagues, to friends, to something else, it was difficult to see where the line was sometimes drawn. Sure, none of you were seeing other people, but you would prefer to blame it on all the traveling. 

“You’re too busy for me to be bothering you with this,” You murmur (which is a weak excuse really, because Daniel just rolls his eyes). You both knew he would be ready to drop most things for you, whether any of you would admit it or not. 

There’s a bit of guilt that pools in your stomach, because Daniel had been reaching out since you had last seen him on the track. You had already not been feeling your best that day and canceled on him for the evening, just to wake up with a fever and a stuffy nose. Some people would say it was a good call. 

“How long have you been in this bed? Have you rested enough? Eaten?” He asks, fingers gently rubbing at your arm. To his displeasure you choose not to answer his questions, embarassed by how little you had actually been getting out of bed. Instead, you curl up to your side. 

“Come on,” you screw your eyes shut and pull the sheets tighter around yourself, wanting to tell Daniel to piss off when he pulls them off of you. You feel his hands gently snake under your side before you’re being hoisted up. 

“What are you doing?” You squirm as he carries you to the bathroom, carefully passing through the doorway. You’re too tired to fight too much so you sink into his arms almost instantly. He closes the toilet’s lid with his foot before he’s setting you down to sit there. 

“We’re gonna take a bath and then I’m ordering us room service and you’re gonna eat and then sleep.” Daniel murmurs, gently slipping his hands under the hem of your shirt. You shiver at how cold his hands feel against your skin, his fingers curl over the fabric before he’s pulling your shirt carefully off. 

You stop him before he can get too far, using your arms to hold your shirt down, hugging yourself tightly. You’re flushed red, both from the embarrassment and the fever you had been running with for hours. 

“Can you turn around?” You murmur, eyes bouncing away from Daniel’s. Unlike your usually cocky self, you're shy this time, voice meek. 

Daniel cocks his brow, slowly moving his hands away from your shirt. He keeps one of his hands on you though, gently rubbing at your arm in slow soothing motions that has your heart feeling sickeningly full. 

“What, am I not allowed to look at you?” It’s soft and teasing and you want to hit his shoulder for doing so in your feeble state. It pulls something in your chest that you would rather deny. “It’s not like I haven’t seen all of you before,” He murmurs, thumb reaching to rub at your cheek. 

“It’s different, I’m sick.” You say, leaning back when he comes close to face you, noses almost touching. 

“Sh, I don’t care. Now let me take care of you.” He says before he’s slipping your shirt off. 

Your back presses against Daniel’s chest the moment you get into the bathtub. Despite your complaints Daniel had still managed to convince you that taking a bath together would be the best idea. He slowly traces your skin with his touches before gently cupping water to let it flow down your arm. 

“Feel better?” He whispers as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His stubble tickles your skin and his breath feels wet against your neck. You’re usually too stubborn to admit when you’re wrong, but this time even you can’t deny it. 

“Yeah, thank you.” You murmur, letting out a soft breath when his lips gently press against the back of your shoulder, the driver peppering kisses into your skin. 

The air feels heavy, and for a second you feel the world still. 

Sure, Daniel and you have showered together, had each other’s skin pressed against the other’s too, but somehow, you feel like you have never been this close before. 

He gently nibbles at your sweet spot, smiling when it sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Let’s get you back to bed, okay?” He murmurs. 

~

It's the day of the race that you finally feel good enough to go back on track. Daniel greets you with a little smile and wink when you arrive back at the garage. 

Nobody bats an eye, the rest of the team also greeting you with smiles and pats on the back. As soon as you spot Lando you give him a little wave, watching him walk over to you with a grin. 

“Thank god you’re back, was starting to worry that one of these millennials had to pick up our social media accounts,” Lando teases, earning a hearty laugh from you. 

“Come on, I would never let that happen.” You joke just as Daniel passes by you. His hand gently rests at your waist before he’s finding his place next to Lando. 

Daniel’s surprised you two had managed to keep it under wraps, especially from him, although he doesn’t notice the way Lando’s eyes bounce between you both. 

Lando doesn’t say anything though, because the little confirmation he needs comes neatly packaged to his doorstep the moment Daniel sneezes. He wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but your head had whipped so quickly to look at Daniel that Lando questions how you didn’t feel whiplash. 

He wants to give you both the benefit of the doubt but the moment you mouth at Daniel a quick sorry he is quick to put one and two together.

Fuck yeah, he thinks. Time to ask Max for his 50 quid.

#niks drabble party #drabble party w niks #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel x reader #dr3 x reader #dr3 #daniel ricciardo #dani's request <3

[queenimmadolla]

CRUEL SUMMER - '85, PIII

summary: . . . the year Eddie Munson doesn’t give a fuck about not having graduated when he’s gotta save the girl so he can get the girl. (in which Eddie is in ST3 and reader is basically Heather Holloway) ┊ Eddie Munson x Flayed!Reader┊Main Masterlist - Series Masterlist - PI - PII

chapter summary . . . Eddie finally learns the circumstances surrounding your bizarre behavior and teams up with a ragtag group of kids to track you down and finally confront you. The only problem is you aren’t you because you’re suddenly committing grand theft auto and people around you are going missing.

chapter warnings: pining, billy hargrove (this fic is black reader friendly, I PROMISE), ‘unrequited’ love, angst, jealousy, mind control, nightmares, violence.

a/n: a very big thank you to my dear friend @kitmon for betaing this chapter! a literal angel ♡ and the detergent scene is inspired by this post, as I am a fan of LifeFire/Headdie/whatever the fuck eddie x heather's ship name would be and it was stupid fucking funny to imagine eddie seeing flayed heather do it. also didn't want to make Reader eat dirt.

word count: 8.4k

disclaimer: i can’t fucking use the ‘read more’ tab so stop messaging me about it, i wish i could but i can’t without it eating and duplicating chunks of my posts. just scroll if you don’t want to read this, it’s not gonna kill you. oh and mistakes will be fixed later, mwuah.

“No.” “What? What do you mean ‘no’?” Max demanded from her place in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van.

Eddie let out an incredulous, so-fucking-done-with-this laugh, void of any humor as he drove towards her home. They’d spent the entire car ride feeding him some utter bullshit story about weird paranormal shit going around Hawkins. Now, Eddie knew Hawkins was bizarre but he gave the credit for that to its rather conservative townsfolk. Not some preteen with mind powers and a gaggle of other kids trying to take on an alternate dimension and its monsters. He loved fantasy, so the moment they mentioned a Demogorgon, Eddie knew the whole thing was a lie. A Demogorgon was a monster that existed only within the confines of DND guidebooks and lore. Not in real life. “I mean whatever game of pretend you’re trying to play, I’m not playing.” He should have known better. Maybe they’d gotten mixed in all this when Billy had brought you over (thinking that alone caused his heart to ache) to his house and decided to have some fun with it.

“You don’t think it’s bizarre Chief Hopper suddenly has a new daughter after the death of his other one?”

“Sara.” El immediately leans forward from the back, frowning at Max’s lack of humanization for a sister she’d never get to know.

Max shot her an apologetic look before turning her attention back to Eddie who was sneering.

“You weren’t even around to see Hopper with his family, so no, I don’t think it’s bizarre! There’s a thing called adoption, you know. You adopted?” Eddie directed the question to El, glancing at her reflection in the rearview mirror.

She nodded.

“There you go!” Eddie sighed as he pulled up outside of the house they’d been directing him to, windshield wipers working aggressively to clear the constant stream of rainwater pelting down. “Look. I get it. It’s summer, you’re probably bored out of your fucking minds but what’s going on with Billy and—.”

God, he couldn’t even fucking say your name in the same sentence with him, it felt vile. Bad. What were you thinking? Why couldn’t he have just gotten to you sooner? He shouldn’t have canceled to make a few more bucks, if he hadn’t, you’d be with him. Not fucking Billy. Oh, god. No. He should have thought of another explicit word to use because his mind was racing with images that were making him sick to his stomach.

“It’s just adult stuff, okay?” He croaked out, throat thick with emotion. “It’s not whatever you think it is, you’ll understand when you get older.”

El opened her mouth to argue but Max hushed her, shaking her head as they once more exchanged a secretive look that Eddie could very much see since he had working eyeballs. 

“No,” El whispered in return as fragments of what she’d seen in her trances rushed to the forefront of her mind, the last being an image of you, soaked in an ice bath with red teary eyes as you begged her to help you. Then you’d been pulled away, dragged under by something wicked. That hadn’t been her imagination. Despite having seen you, seemingly fine in the flesh, something was amiss. Your eyes hadn’t looked the same as they did, had lacked life almost.

El directed her stare at Eddie with pleading eyes.

“You have to believe me, she needs help. She asked me herself.” 

Eddie frowned, exhausted with this whole back and forth. He’d been right freaking there and you’d asked her no such thing.

“When was this?”

“Last night. I can see things─”

Eddie groaned, yanking his door open. “Christ, I’ve had it. Out, everybody out.”

The girls scrambled out of the van and into the rain, staring up at Eddie while he pulled their bikes out from the back. “Enough! Enough with the magic powers, the lab, the visions and the monsters! This shit is not a game! If something wrong is going on with them, then I’ll find out on my own! I don’t have time for your little fables and I’m not a babysitter.”

Eddie was beyond frustrated. He’d wasted all this time with them when he could have been staking out your house to see what you were up to next. Instead, he’d foolishly trusted some 13 year olds and now he’d probably have to track you down.

He didn’t even know what the fuck he was going to do, obviously you weren’t going to talk to him now that you had your stupid ass ex-fling back and said ex-fling just wanted to rub it in his face that he’d gotten you because Eddie had been too little too fucking late, as per usual. Eddie just couldn’t let you settle for Hargrove, not after everything he’d put you through and how much you’d grown since Billy had discarded you. If you didn’t want Eddie, then that’d be fine. 

It really wouldn’t, because Eddie would be a total wreck and never forgive himself for missing out on you, let alone be able to get over you, but he’d rather experience that epic heartbreak over you choosing Patrick McKinney instead of Eddie. Or literally, anyone one other than Billy. 

Nevermind the strong sensation of danger that radiated out of the house while you’d been in it. Hell, Eddie had been reluctant to think it but the feeling also seemed to be coming from you as well as Billy. It was difficult for him to believe, he’d dubbed you Sunshine on impulse but it had immediately gained meaning as Eddie grew to know you. Regardless of how people tried to bring you down, tried to discourage you from what you wanted and where you wanted to be socially (he’d been one of those people at some point) you refused to settle, refused to give in and fall back into the crowd like your peers wanted you to. You were positive you’d shine one day. And one day, you did.  For Eddie, at least. He’d just been too stupid to see it—no. He’d seen it. He’d just always assumed you’d be there. Now, you weren’t. There had been no sort of sunshine present in your dining room. You hadn’t been you. 

“Just go home.” Eddie shooed them in the direction of the house, ready to go back to the trailer and collapse, though his brain was running a mile a minute to try and figure out what to do next.

As he’d been about to reach for his car door handle, it suddenly moved higher than his reach. And so did the door it was connected to. 

Because his fucking van was hovering a couple of feet in the fucking air.

Eddie’s mouth dropped open, eyes wide and the hairs on his body raising at the sight of the impossible.

His head whipped around to see El, hand out towards his van with blood dripping from one of her nostrils as a look of concentration morphed her docile features into something fierce.

He watched, stunned as she lowered his van, letting it go once it was just a couple of inches off the ground and it bounced on its tires. Eddie couldn’t even wince at the damage his rims were definitely feeling.

He was stupefied, gaze moving from the van to the young girls over and over again while his mouth opened and closed like a fish.

What. The. Fuck.

“Believe us, now?” Max asked, smug smirk on her face at Eddie’s astoundment. He could only nod stupidly, mouth on autopilot.

“Definitely fucked up my rims, so don’t do that again.” He whispered out, still mindfucked.

Eddie let himself fall against the side of his van, back pressed up against the wet metal as he ran a hand down his face and pushed the hair sticking there way, the rain wasn’t even a bother to him anymore.

His brain was spazzing out, sizzling like bacon as it tried to make sense of what he just witnessed. It just—It couldn’t! 

But it reminded him of the outlandish story they’d given him in the van. The government, the not so random deaths of Benny, Barb, the disappearance and reappearance of Will Byers and how Jonathan, Nancy and Steve’s weird little love triangle (used lightly, everyone could see Nancy and Jonathan would be ending up together) also was involved in the supernatural events. And The Monsters.

Eddie felt the blood drain from his face as he specifically recalled the one about Will Byers and how he’d been just about possessed by the Mindflayer, as the girls had dubbed it. A spy for its sinister intentions.

His stomach hurt.

“Okay, okay.” Eddie finally gave in, he still had no fucking clue what was going on and he really didn’t want to but there wasn’t anytime to waste trying to somehow argue his way into coming up with a reasonable explanation for all of this. It’s been obvious to him you weren’t in the most ideal of situations, despite giving him the cold shoulder, and he knew you were possibly in danger but know he knew El actually had real fucking powers and the stories they told him were true. You weren’t just in peril, you were in a life or death situation.

How he didn’t faint was unknown to him.

“What do we do?” The question escaped him in a rush as he started at Max and El, eyes wide with desperation. “We have to save her.” Max’s eyebrows furrowed as she stated the obvious and the desperation left Eddie just for a moment so he could glare at her. “I know that. How? Is it the Mindflayer?” “We didn’t kill it, just made sure it couldn’t come out,” El informed him, wiping the blood from her nose. “Look, I hate to put all of this on hold, but there’s not much we can do right now. We can recon tomorrow. Give me your phone number.” Eddie winced again, eyes darting around to make sure there was no one else around. God, why did this have to look so fucking bad? He yanked his car door open to dig around the floor of it for a piece of paper, shouting in victory when he’d found not only a receipt, but a really fucked up pen that still worked. He scribbled his phone number down and made sure to keep it snug in his palms to protect it from the rain as it was transferred to Max’s hold. “And don’t you dare think about leaving me out of any of your weird plans, I’ve seen those little looks you’ve been giving each other so I know you scheme. If it’s about her then I need to know. Deal?” “You’re not even offering us anything.” Max made a face as she shoved the receipt with his contact information into her pocket.

“Are most kids this annoying?” “Just go home and get some rest, Eddie. You look like hell,” she snorted out as she and El hurriedly guided the bikes up the driveway.  “I mean it! You better not leave me out of the loop!” He shouted after them before quickly jumping back into his van. “Go home and rest. Yeah, right.” He mumbled, fumbling momentarily with the keys before the van was sputtering to life. He yanked his seatbelt on and floored it, ring clad fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly as he made his way back to your house. No fucking way was he going home, now. Not when the love of his fucking life was possibly possessed by some cthulhu fucker. Eddie didn’t even bother turning to music for comfort, nothing but you could offer that to him and you were currently busy, apparently. When he was just a little ways down the street, he turned his headlights off and slowed his speed. He’d do a quick driveby and then circle back to park a little ways from your house, scope it out to make sure Billy wasn’t hurting you. That feeling of dread returned when he drove by and saw your home, every single light off and seemingly vacant of life. It was your wide open front door that really worried him, though. Fuck the discreet attempt. Eddie swerved into your empty driveway and jumped out of the van, slamming the door shut as he surveyed for the car he’d failed to notice the last time he was present but Billy’s Camaro was nowhere in sight.  “Sunshine?” He called out as he slowly crossed the threshold of your home, shutting the door behind him. The house didn’t seem all that scary anymore, he had a feeling neither Billy nor you were here.` When you didn’t answer him and Billy didn’t spring around the corner to attack him, he made a beeline for your room. Didn’t even bother knocking, just burst right in but like the rest of the house, your room was empty.  Eddie’s shoulders sagged as he sighed, a hand wiping down his tired face, back leaning up against your bedroom door to shut it. The day and his newfound knowledge were finally catching up to him. He was exhausted, physically, mentally and emotionally. And the stupid fucking weight on his chest wasn’t helping, Eddie was not a fan of melancholy or heartbreak, dealing with both the idea of the girl he loved being with someone else and being in mortal danger were not the obstacles he thought he’d have to face when he planned to confess his feelings.  Selfishly, he hadn’t thought he’d face any obstacles. Definitely fucking karma. Eddie should just pull himself together to go home and wait for Max and Eleven’s (he still couldn’t believe they had nicknamed her after a fucking number, the whole time he thought it was one of those preteen phases as Eddie had once tried to make himself known as The Munster. Terrible, he’s aware) call, just like he shouldn’t deal drugs. But he does. And he wasn't going home. He’s had a feeling, now that you and Billy were aware of your parents’ plans, Billy had taken you out somewhere. It was killing him to not know if you were doing something along the lines of Max and El’s memories or if you were doing something else with Billy. Were you completely out of it? Or were you aware of what you were doing? Did you really have feelings for Billy or were you being forced to stick around him? He needed answers and having to wait ‘til morning made him want to scream. So, he did. He collapsed onto your bed, body cushioned by your soft blankets and screamed into one of your pillows. He didn’t stop until it physically hurt his lungs to continue and only then did he shift around, kicking off his sneakers as he stared up at your ceiling, another thought (one he feared to even be thinking) plaguing his conscience. Could he lose you? And he didn’t mean to Billy.

People had apparently lost their lives when this Upside Down place was involved. And now you were mixed into it, would that mean you’d lose your life, too? Eddie frantically shook his head, trying to kick the thought out of it.  No. No, you did not get to die. You deserved so much more than what the world had dealt you and Eddie would move heaven and hell to make sure you got it. Whatever the fuck had a hold on you, he’d fucking rid you of it. And he was gonna tell you he loved you, too. If you didn’t love him, well then. Then, well. Yeah, he had no idea what he’d do but you’d still be alive so he could live with it. And if you did love him, then he’d spend the rest of his fucking life–your lives making sure you knew how important and loved you were. How much he loved you and wanted to make you happy. He’d do it every day. Tell you every day, if he could somehow keep from professing it multiple times a day (which he didn’t plan to). Wouldn’t be able to stop kissing you, either. GOD, how he wanted to kiss you. He’d had the urge sporadically throughout your friendship but it intensified around Christmas time last year and by the end of the school year, Eddie’s self control was hanging by a thread. He hadn’t kissed you then because he was too stupid to even think about acknowledging his feelings as well as yours. Then summer had punched him in the fucking face because all he wanted to do was kiss you stupid, hold you and just smother himself with your existence.  

Only he couldn’t. You were possessed and maybe dating your ex-whatever he was, while under the influence of something non-human (his brain hurt to make sense of it). How the fuck was he supposed to un-posses you? The only scenario he could think of was that of The Exorcist and while you hadn’t seemed yourself, your neck hadn’t been moving in ways it shouldn’t so an exorcism was probably out of the question. Eddie sighed, head nestled into your pillow before he realized it was your pillow, then he was pressing his face into again, albeit much more gentle, as he inhaled your scent, the ache in his heart immediately comforted by it. On impulse, he nuzzled further into it and for a moment, he was able to pretend it was your hair and you were with him, safe and curled into his side. Where you always should have been. He cracked an eye open with a sniffle to see one of your stuffed animals staring back at him. It was the one you’d immediately dove for, to hide, when you’d first invited him over and forgot it was still displayed on your bed. He’d teased you about it for only a moment before he’d made amends by having a one sided conversation in which he befriended it.  It was quickly pulled into his arms and Eddie was further comforted just knowing he was holding something you held and cared for. He hoped–full offense to the stuffed animal–he’d be taking its place in the future.

It was all too much for him, the tears slipped out before he could stop them. Eddie found himself muffling his sobs into your pillow. It was so unfair. So, so fucking undeserved. All you wanted was to be accepted, how could that fucking warrant all this bullshit? If Eddie could, he’d swap places with you in an instant. He’d do anything.

He cried so hard and so long, he eventually ended up tiring himself out. Eddie wasn’t even aware that he’d been slipping further away from consciousness, thoughts only focused on you, so much he even dreamed of you.

“You’re really not helping me out here, Sunshine,” Eddie commented with a smirk and a dry tone as he watched you get comfortable on his bed, stomach down and feet up in the air.

“You met her at one of your shows, Eddie. She knows you’re metal so literally every single piece of clothing you own is not only appropriate for your date, it also means you can’t go wrong. ‘Sides, you look great in all your clothes,” you said, rolling onto your back to peer up at him upside down.

“Now, you’re just flattering me.” But it had been the right thing to say, Eddie had already changed twice—eager to please—and just needed reassurance. You always made him feel better about being himself.

You were also making it harder and harder for him to deny his feelings. 

Maybe he shouldn’t anymore.

“Sunshine,” Eddie started, voice serious to even his own ears as he closed the distance between the two of you, squatting by the edge of the bed directly in front of you. You flipped over and sat up on your knees, hands clasped together in your lap with a hopeful gleam in your eyes. “I wanted to tell you something.”

“Okay, you can tell me anything,” you quirked and Eddie felt his heart squeeze, affections for you growing as each moment passed. 

He knew he could, you were always so easy to talk to. Still, something in him was scared, he didn’t want this to be another Chrissy situation. He didn’t hold anything against her, knew hurting people wasn’t in her nature but she’d still chosen Jason over him. It had stung, but he’d had you as a salve for the pain when he was finally ready to stop running from their end and stop seeking her out.

Who would he have if you got tired of him? Something about the ache he got at the mere thought of losing you told him it would hurt way more than any of his previous heartbreaks and that wasn’t something he was keen on experiencing. So, he chickened out. 

“You’re my best friend, you know that?”

“Of course, I know that. You tell me all the time,” you reminded him and Eddie just leaned forward to ruffle your hair, chuckling when you fought his hand away. He stood back up and went to grab his jacket from where he’d thrown it over one of his amps. He pointedly pretended he hadn’t seen disappointment flash over your face.

He’d make it up to you later, take you to buy a new cassette or something. God, what was he thinking? He’d almost ruined it all.

“I better get going or I’ll be late,” Eddie shrugged his jacket on, watching from the corner of his eye as you quickly pulled yourself together, pushing yourself off the bed.

It was only a little awkward as you both made your way out of the trailer. You walked over to retrieve your bike from where you always left it when you came over, unchained. No one really took stuff that didn’t belong to them around here.

Except for Eddie. 

“Well, I hope you have fun, Eddie. Just don’t trash her music taste if it differs from yours in the slightest like you always do and you’ll definitely get a second date.”

“What about you? Doing anything fun?”

“Oh, yeah. Babysitting some of the neighborhood kids. I think you and Lucas would get along. He’s a huge nerd, too.” You shot him a smirk over your shoulder as you walked your bike away, always too embarrassed to hobble onto it in front of him.

Eddie stood by the door of the van, the handle loosely in his grasp as he watched your retreating figure and felt the familiar feeling of longing settle into his belly. 

Fuck this.

“HEY!” He called out to you, already jogging the distance as you stopped to look back, eyes wide as you noticed the sudden change in him.

“What?”

“The thing is,” Eddie started, lips pursed as he debated over what he was about to confess. It would change everything and Eddie didn’t take to change very well. It was precisely why he’d ignored your feelings and his, hoping they’d simply go away, vanish into thin air someday. 

He didn’t want them to go away anymore. He wasn’t afraid of change. Because the change that would come to your relationship was the good kind. The kind that would allow him to hold your hand, kiss you, be close to you without feeling like he was pushing a boundary. 

“Are you okay?”

Eddie snapped out of it, focusing on your expression again. You looked concerned, of course you were worried about him. You were one of the few people who cared for him. 

He reached out, gently taking your soft hand in his, thumb stroking over your knuckles.

“The thing is . . . I love you. I love you, so much and I’ve been too chicken shit to say anything because you’re also my best fucking friend, Sunshine. I didn’t want to lose that. But if I didn’t say anything, I’d be losing the chance for more. I want everything with you, I want to be your boyfriend,” he confessed, giving your hand a squeeze as he watched you with bated breath.

You stared down at your hands for a moment.

Then you laughed.

You laughed cold and cruel and hard, before yanking your hand out of his grasp. 

“You think I’d want you? After all this time?”

The pain in his chest was immediate, he could feel the blood drain from his face. Then Billy Hargrove walked around the corner of a neighboring trailer, hands in his pockets with the most smug of smirks on his stupid fucking face. The fuck was he doing here?

“Why the hell would she want you, Freakazoid? She’s my girl, always has been.” Eddie watched as he walked right up to you, slipping an arm around your shoulders as you leaned into his embrace like you were used to it, your own arms slipping around his waist. Eddie felt physically ill.

He could also feel his heart cracking, chipping and shattering into millions of pieces as he stared hopelessly at you and Billy. It got worse.

Billy leaned down, mouth devouring yours in a messy kiss that you returned with fervor and Eddie felt like he was dying, could feel the hot tears of anger, heartache, frustration and betrayal—he didn’t really have a right to feel—already running down his cheeks.

He wiped furiously at them but they just kept coming. When you and BIlly finally pulled away, it was only to laugh at him.

Then it wasn’t just you and Billy. Suddenly, he was in the cafeteria of the high school, and everyone was crowded around, laughing at him, having an absolute fit of a good time at his expense. 

Eddie couldn’t breathe, wet gaze and red eyes darting around to take in all the cruel faces around him before landing on yours again, begging with them. 

This time, there was no cruelty on your face. It was void of any emotion before you turned your back to him and made your way into the crowd solo, Billy was no longer present. 

Eddie made a desperate attempt to follow you, trying to force and bully his way through the crowd, watching the back of your head disappear into it as he screamed your name, begging you to come back to him as the crowd got louder and rowdier. You were gone. He was left alone.

Eddie’s eyes snapped open as he gasped for breaths and jolted up, chest heaving and filled with momentary panic before he realized he’d experienced a nightmare. Or something close to it.

It wasn’t real. Thank fucking hell.

The nightmare had started off as a memory. You had been at his trailer, hanging out with him before one of his dates but he hadn’t stopped you when you left on your bike. Eddie had only watched you. Then he got in his van and went to pick up the girl he had asked out. 

He fell back into soft pillows, relaxing for just a moment before he realized the pillows were too soft and fluffy to be his, as was the mattress under his body. A quick look around his surroundings reminded him he was in your bedroom. 

He was also reminded of the horrifying circumstances regarding why he was in your bedroom and you weren’t.

Shit.

Reluctantly, Eddie got out of your bed, quickly gathering his things. Max would probably call soon and he had to be at the trailer to answer. He practically ran down your stairs, stopped, ran back up them to snag the stuffed animal he’d cuddled the night before. He’d need a little bit of you to keep him sane.

As he locked and closed your front door behind him, he just so happened to glance at your next door neighbor’s house, head doing a double take when he noticed their front door was also open.

Eddie did a quick glance around before he made his way over to investigate, brows furrowing when he noticed the door jam was broken. 

“Hello?” He called out, pushing the door open further. The entrance was a wreck, a small table with flowers had been knocked over along with a coat rack, which had a large section of it broken off. The broken piece was only a little ways away. The home had obviously been broken into and some sort of struggle had taken place.

Eddie had a feeling both you and Billy had been involved. Just as he turned to leave, a picture had been knocked to the floor caught his eye.

Of fucking course your neighbor had to be the goddamn Mayor.

He ran back to his van in record time, quickly peeling out of the area as he weighed his options. He couldn’t call the cops, not only because he was probably still on their radar, there was no way they wouldn’t try to blame him for it. Then, he’d get locked up and saving you wouldn’t be impossible from behind bars.

Besides, they were pretty much useless. He’d have to tell Red and El.

Eddie made it into his trailer just in time to answer the phone before it could finish its first ring. He nearly broke his ankles flinging himself at it, wincing as his shoulder collided roughly with the wall.

“‘Lo?” He croaked out, mouthing ‘ow’ as he rubbed the sore spot.

“It’s me.”

Red—Max, whatever.

“What’s up?” He demanded, shoulder pain immediately forgotten.

“Your girlfriend, you know her schedule right?”

“She’s not my—yeah. Yeah, I know her schedule. Why?” It didn’t matter all that much to correct her, right?

“Does she work today?”

“No. WAIT. Yes, she’s covering for her co-worker Heather. I don’t know what shift, though,” If you bothered showing up this time, anyways. “Why?” 

“Meet us at the pool then.”

“WHY?” Eddie demanded again, wincing once more when he remembered Wayne should be asleep on his bed. A quick glance into the living room confirmed his old man was still asleep. Thank god that man could sleep through the apocalypse.

“Why?” Eddie muttered into the receiver, voice much lower this time.

“We’re gonna see if she’s a spy.” 

“Were you not in the same house as me, yesterday? I wouldn’t call that atmosphere pleasant.”

“I wouldn’t call any atmosphere Billy is in ‘pleasant’.”

“Alright, you got me there. But I went over again and—hello?” Eddie was met with the sound of the dial tone. He rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath as he placed the phone back on the receiver. Kids were such assholes.

He took a quick shower, probably less than five minutes, and freshened up just so he wouldn’t smell in case he ended up in close quarters with you.

When he got to the pool, he was momentarily concerned he wouldn’t be able to find them. Then he caught sight of Red and El, crouched in the parking lot in front of a nearby car. They weren’t alone.

“Oh great, you brought the rest of the little rascals,” Eddie sighed as he walked over.

“Shut up.”

“I’m Lucas.”

“Will.” Eddie had seen him on a couple of ‘Missing’ flyers, had been handed one when Jonathan was passing them around during all of his breaks and lunch.

“Mike.” He was prompted when El shoved her elbow into his rib.

“Eddie,” He introduced himself, giving them all a nod before his attention was on Red. “What are we doing here?”

“I already told you,” Max sighed, ready to elaborate once more.

“Yes, I know that. I mean why are we hiding in the parking lot?”

“Plotting,” Max stated, glancing back at where Billy lounged on the lifeguard tower. Eddie followed her stare and frowned. If Billy was on duty, then they’d most likely missed you.

You appeared on the other side of Billy, still clad in your swimsuit with a towel over your arm as you conversed.

Eddie perked up immediately and so did the sense of longing in his belly. 

“What were you saying?” Lucas asked Will, referring to whatever it was they were talking about before Eddie interrupted with his arrival. 

Eddie didn’t take his eyes off you, too afraid you’d disappear like you did in his dream but he was listening intently to the conversation.

“The Mind Flayer liked to hide. He only used me when he needed me.” There was that unsettling feeling again. Eddie did not like that, not one bit. “It’s like you’re a doormat. And then, when he needs you, you’re activated.”

You didn’t look like you could harm a fly, sunglasses over your face as you appeared to argue with Billy, who didn’t so much as look down at you, gesturing to a kid in the water he’d most likely called a name.

You told him Billy did that a lot and it bothered you significantly.

“Okay, so we just wait until they get activated,” Max decided.

“No,” Mike shook his head, “What if they hurt someone?”

“Or kill someone.” Lucas added.

“They already broke into the Mayor’s house,” Eddie informed them, grimly. He was trying to wrap his head around the idea of the cute lifeguard, who held his heart in the soft palms of her hands, breaking into a home and abducting someone.

“What?!”

“I went by again yesterday.” Eddie threw Max a glare as he recalled what he had attempted to tell her over the phone before she hung up on him. “And when I left this morning—don’t ask—I noticed her neighbor’s door looked kicked in. The inside was wrecked and a lovely little photo of that asshole and his wife was on the ground.”

“That’s not the Mayor’s house,” Lucas corrected him, “It’s his mistress’ house. The Mayor lives in some fancy schmancy part of town with his wife but he’s been seeing my mom’s hair stylist and that’s where she lives. I hear my mom talking about it to her friends all the time.”

“Then they got a rude interruption last night.”

“We’re not taking any more chances,” Mike declared. “We need to find out if they’re hosts to it.”

Mike, Lucas and Will ran to the boys locker rooms to check something but Eddie couldn’t be bothered to go with them, choosing to wait with Max and El so he could keep an eye on you. The boys came back within minutes and had developed a plan to capture Billy. Which just left you.

Mike had come up with the idea to lock you in the sauna with Billy but Eddie vehemently rejected the idea. He was not about to lock you anywhere with Billy, especially since he was a little more reassured of your dislike of him. While you two had been playing house the evening before, it looked like you were back to being annoyed with him today. What the hell was up with that?

Eddie noticed you walking away and stiffend. Was The Mindflayer calling you away?

“She’s leaving,” he pointed out, a desperate edge to his voice.

“Oh, shit. We can’t let her out of our sight!” 

“I won’t,” Eddie stated as they crouched low to hide behind the car when you came out. He’d been expecting you to walk over to the bike racks but you made your way to the parking lot instead, hopping into the first car you saw. You dipped a little below the steering wheel before the car came to life and you drove out of the parking lot.

“Should we follow her car?”

“She doesn’t have a car,” was all Eddie stated before he bolted over to the van. Before he could peel out after you, Lucas’s face popped into view of the window and Eddie hastily lowered it in time for the preteen to shove a giant fucking walkie talkie through it. 

“Use this to keep in contact and be careful!”

“Thanks, kid.”

Eddie didn’t wait any longer, speeding out of the parking lot to make sure he didn’t lose you. 

His heart was racing, palms sweaty and gripping the steering wheel as he followed the car you stole. When you pulled into the grocery store, he parked further from you, just to make sure you weren’t on to him.

You got out of the car and Eddie realized you were still in your red swimsuit and white sneakers, with no bag or car keys. You glanced around you and Eddie quickly ducked down into the seat cursing as he waited a few moments before peaking over at your retreating figure. There was no telling whether you saw him or not, you were still wearing your sunglasses but if you had seen him, his presence didn’t bother you enough to stop you.

Eddie pulled out the TRC, fumbling with it until he managed to get it operating, “Eddie to Little Rascals. Come in, Little Rascals.”

There was nothing for a few moments, then static.

“Eddie?” It was Lucas.

“Yeah, it’s me. I followed her to Bradley’s Big Buy.”

“What’s she doing there?”

“Buying groceries? I don’t know! But I’m gonna find out. I’ll check in soon.” Eddie didn’t bother asking how their plan with Billy was going, they couldn’t exactly trap him in broad daylight with witnesses, nor did he even care about what happened to the mondo-douche. Not after he got you involved in this fucked up mess.

He did his best to maintain a sense of casualty when he got into the store, giving a forced smile to some lady who was staring at him for obvious reasons: his attire and general appearance. “Hey, how you doin’?”

Eddie speedwalked, checking each aisle for you. He almost feared he’d lost you, maybe you’d already left the store, until he reached the laundry detergent aisle.

There you were and for a moment, he forgot about the current situation, eyes raking over your figure with deep appreciation. Wow. Just—wow.

Then you grabbed a detergent off the shelf, uncapped it and began chugging the liquid down, effectively snapping him out of his horny thoughts.

Eddie could only stare, eyes wide and mouth open, dumbfounded. 

You lowered the nearly empty jug, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before you noticed his presence, turning your head to him.

“Hi, Eddie.” You greeted him as though nothing was wrong, like you didn’t just down an entire jug of chemicals.

“Uh, hey, Sunshine.” Was all he could force out because he didn’t know if he was interacting with you or The Mindflayer. Did it even allow you to be you? Fuck, it was confusing. Did he mention how fucked up this whole thing was?

“I’d go with the lemon scented, lavender’s pretty shit.” Then you capped the jug and put it back on the shelf before walking off. Eddie took a few moments to regain his composure, trying not to have a panic attack about what drinking that shit could do to you before he was stumbling after you but he was too late.

You weren’t in the store anymore and Eddie cursed as he made a break for the front doors, running out of them just as the car you were in—an entirely new one from the one you stole at the pool—screeched by.

FUCK.

“FUCK!” Eddie gripped the roots of his hair in frustration, paying no mind to the weird looks he was getting.

You’d gotten out of there fast, there was no way you weren’t on to him following you around now. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He ran back to the van, yanking the door open and rooting around until he pulled up the walkie talkie.

“Preteens, we have a problem. I repeat, we have a colossal problem.”

This time it was Max who responded, “What is it, Eddie?”

“She knows.”

Eddie heard a bunch of them trying to talk as Max held down the button before she told them to be quiet, “What does she know? What happened?”

“I was following her inside and I caught—well, I mean it was out in the open but not a whole lot of people were around—anyways, I caught her drinking laundry detergent and I was so damn shocked, she had time to make it out. She must have been bolting in the parking lot because by the time I made it out behind her, she was already driving off!” Eddie rambled, still shook up by the whole ordeal.

“She was drinking detergent?”

“Messed up, right? She took off in a different car this time and I don’t know how she’s doing it unless The Mindflayer gives his little puppets a crash course on hotwiring.” But even that took a few moments, you’d gotten out of there way too quick if that was the case.

“You have to find her, Eddie!”

“I know, I know. I’m gonna search around town. Be careful on your end.” The TRC was tossed onto the passenger seat as Eddie started up the van. 

He drove through the streets of Hawkins looking for any sign of you and while he didn’t find you, he found elements of your presence in the form of a few homes which looked broken into. He wasn’t entirely sure if you’d done it since Bradley’s or if they had been homes you and Billy had hit the night prior.

You made your way through the crowded mall, easily weaving between bodies as you approached the girls hanging out by the fountain. You’d since changed your lifeguard attire, He needed you to blend in for the next part of his plan.

“Well, well. Look who’s out of the house,” Beverly commented, hot pink lips pursed into an ignorant smirk. The rest of her lackeys giggled as if she said something remotely insulting.

“Thank you for stating the obvious, Beverly. I am—indeed—at the fucking mall and not my house,” you stated, face void of any amusement. Fix it, He commanded and your face broke out into a smile just as Beverley’s contorted in shock at your brazen reply.

“Anywho, girls, Billy sent me.” You waited for them to show signs of interest, He was pleased when they did; sitting up straighter, leaning forward to hear what you had to say. “He’s throwing a warehouse party tonight. Interested?”

Eddie was camped out in front of your house, sunk just low enough in the seat to see over the edge of the dashboard as he waited for you to come home. He had no luck perusing the town, so his best bet was to wait for you to come to him.

The stuffed animal was clutched to his chest again, mind entirely filled with nothing but thoughts and concern about you when you finally pulled up to your home in another car, having ditched the other.

He knew it probably wasn’t wise, but he needed to confront you, he had to find out what was going on with you.

The moment you were out of your car, Eddie was out of the van and calling out to you.

You stopped in your tracks, staring at him with a bleak expression, “Yes?”

He had no idea what to fucking say, so he went with, “Where have you been?”

“Around.”

His eyes squeezed shut for a moment, ache in his chest only growing, “Sweetheart, please. Please talk to me. What’s going on? You’re avoiding me, hanging around Billy again and not acting like yourself. Did I do something? If I did, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Eddie saw you fidget, brows furrowing as something akin to sadness appeared to pass over you.

“You didn’t do anything, Eddie,” He let you tell him. “Go away.”

You turned to walk up your driveway but Eddie was desperate, he reached forward to grasp your wrist and you whirled around, expression dark as your body tensed.

“I said. . . Go. Away.” It was hissed out between your clenched teeth with so much venom, Eddie almost backed down. Almost. The impending doom feeling returned, filling the warm night air with dread.

He clenched his jaw, preparing for you to attack him at that point but he’d take whatever you gave him. He could handle it, even if he had to wrestle you into submission. 

“No.”

Just as it looked like you were about to make a move, something odd happened.

You froze, eyes looking both at him and beyond him. The skin of your wrist under Eddie’s palm began to move in a way that was not at all normal or even remotely human. He stared in horror as your veins appeared to bulge and crawl up your arm, following them up to your face where the veins around your eye sockets—not normally seen to the human eye—were very apparent, bulging and dark. 

Your eyes were nearly pitch black.

With ease, you flung the arm Eddie had a hold of, sending him flying in the air before crashing onto the lawn on the other side of the street. 

He gasped, trying to get the air that had escaped his lungs on impact to return to him and was still gasping when he managed to roll onto his side, eyes darting around until they caught sight of you running towards a telephone poll with an electricity distribution box on it.  

Eddie watched, chest heaving as you tore the cover off, before flinging it at an alarming speed towards the telephone wires, one of the jagged ends catching along and snapping a wire from its place as its sparks rained down around you.

It was only then Eddie noticed the puddle of water, left over from last night’s storm, you stood in.

“NO!” He managed to yell, voice hoarse as he tried to warn you, gritting his teeth while he pushed his sore body up from the ground. He watched the wire dance around the street, sparks flying from the end. 

He’d just managed to get to his feet, ignoring the pain in his sides as he ran towards you.

Before Eddie could reach you, the wire end dipped into the puddle and he was sure his heart stopped.

Only, you weren’t electrocuted as you should have been. You weren’t affected at all.

Eddie’s running slowed to a stop as you reached down, grabbed the thick wire and raised it to your mouth.

“No fucking way.” He whispered into the air, mouth dry.

You bit into it and Eddie swore he saw your body illuminate, literally glow from within like a finger would if held against the lens of a flashlight, before the lights of the homes around him flickered, as did the street lights. Suddenly, telephone pole glass insulators burst on every pole as far as his eyes could see and the bulbs of every street light shattered. The homes went black, leaving your street and probably the next couple of blocks swallowed in darkness. 

Eddie could barely make out your figure fleeing under the cover of a total blackout, sprinting further and further away until he could no longer see you at all.

He stood in the middle of the street for quite some time before he painstakingly made his way back to the van.

The drive back to the community pool was filled with silence, his headlights the only source of light.

When Eddie pulled up to the pool it was obvious the area had been affected by the power outage but not too bad, a couple of lights flickering and the ones that weren’t were dim. The kids were all seated on the sidewalk, looking as defeated as he felt.

“We lost Billy. He’s flayed,” Max stated, sounding disheartened as Eddie sat next to her, grimacing at the shock of pain flaring through his side.

“So is she.” Saying it out loud made his eyes burn with the sting of tears, fists clenched as they rested over his knees. It was one thing to fear you were possibly under the control of that thing, he felt a whole new sense of terror knowing, without a doubt, you were. 

He explained what had happened on his end, how you possessed almost superhuman strength and managed to drain a large region of the town of its electricity, which also explained how you were easily able to start all those cars you’d stolen. The kids deflated further as they realized exactly what they were up against this time around. 

“What are you going to do, now?” Max asked quietly, fully expecting him to run for the hills. It’s what any sane person would do. 

Max didn’t know Eddie wasn’t sane. And if it hadn’t been you in this situation, he would have run, wouldn’t have even been mixed into this whack ass situation.

But it was you and Eddie was done running from you. It was high time he ran towards you.

“I’m gonna save her. Or—y’know, die trying, I guess.”

“The girl,” you asked, grabbing the rag at your side. “Was it her?”

“Yeah. It was her. She knows now. She knows about me.” Before you could press it to the cut actively bleeding on Billy’s forehead, his hand darted out to grip your arm. “Will Munson be a problem?”

“No,” Brief flashes of warm, pretty brown kind eyes, a smirk, a wide grin, and brown curls managed to slip past His control before they were snuffed out, the ashes left to sink into the the grips of the Upside Down, along with your freewill.

Billy’s grip on your arm loosened and despite his bruising hold, there were no marks left behind on your skin. You were one in the same.

“She could have killed me,” he continued, and you felt what he feared. The failure of your plan. Of His plan.

“Yes.” Billy would be no match for the girl with superhuman abilities. Even with the gift He bestowed you, you may be no match for her. “But not us.”

You turned your head, both you and Billy taking in the sight of your growing numbers, various members of the community now a part of your legion, a part of Him. Soon, you would all join Him as one.

“Not us.”

And He watched you, from the eyes of the creature left behind in the world he’d been cast out of. 

In his domain, the realm of the Upside Down, the being, the nightmare who would soon be known began his preparations.

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[irondad-defensesquad]

Would you know my name if I saw you in Heaven?

Also on AO3!

TRIGGER WARNINGS - past character death, hallucination, and delirium (might be medically incorrect).

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/roship DNI.

--

It’s a slow day today. Mainly because Tony canceled all of his appointments to take care of a sick Peter Parker.

Admittedly, Tony has never taken care of a sick kid before, but he just knew something was off when he realized Peter was late for school early this morning. Getting there, he found the boy running a high fever, whimpering to himself. Luckily, Peter was able to stomach some tea and enhanced medication Tony found in the lab. F.R.I.D.A.Y hasn’t detected any bad side effects for now.

Halfway through the afternoon, Tony is checking on the Spider-Man suit and the Baby Monitor. He already called both Peter’s school and May to let them know about the kid’s whereabouts. Nothing out of the ordinary for now. Everything seems peaceful…

That is, when F.R.I.D.A.Y gives him a concerning report.

“Peter has gotten out of bed and is now in the hallway. He seems to be in distress.”

Tony freezes. “What do you mean?”

“He appears to be lost and confused, unsure where he is. He must be experiencing a fever delirium, judging by his high body temperature.”

The man drops everything and rushes there, until he stops. Peter is touching the walls as though he has never been here before.

“Peter?” Tony calls him.

The teen looks back, clearly half-asleep. His eyes are deep like outer space. And for some reason, Peter looks shocked to see Tony. As in astonished. As in… he hasn’t seen him in years.

“... Uncle Ben?”

Oh my god.

Tony doesn’t know what to say.

All he knows is that he needs to get Peter back in bed, or else he’s going to get hurt.

“Is it really you?” Peter starts coming his way…

Only to stumble. Tony is not fast enough to catch him before he falls on the floor.

“I got you,” he whispers. The kid is burning. “I got you, you’re okay.”

He tries to help Peter stand…

But the boy instead wraps his arms around Tony very tightly, and he’s sobbing like never before.

“I-I’m sorry,” Peter begs. “I’m s-so sorry, Uncle Ben…”

Once again, Tony is at a loss of words. He can’t just say, I’m not Uncle Ben, he’s dead, he’s been dead for a while. That’s just going to make things worse.

“Peter, I’ll just–” Tony tries to lift him.

“No! Don’t go, please, don’t leave me!”

“Shhh, shh…” Tony embraces him more properly. “I’m not going anywhere, kiddo.”

“I’m sorry, please…”

“Shhh… it’s alright, bud.”

Tony feels awful for… pretending to be Peter’s dead uncle, but again, he knows that doing otherwise wouldn’t help. At the very least it’s enough for Peter to calm down, so Tony is able to guide him back to his room. The blanket was thrown to the floor, so Tony grabs it and tucks Peter in.

“Stay?” Peter grabs Tony’s sleeve.

The latter smiles, trying not to break right now. “Of course.”

Peter even scoots to leave some space for him. Tony protects both of them with the blanket and Peter… immediately glues to him again, sounding relieved and probably the happiest he’s been.

“... I love you,” the kid mumbles.

Tony doesn’t think he’s ever heard these words so clearly, coming from Peter.

They aren’t for Tony, though.

Regardless… “I love you, too, Pete.”

He doesn’t get any answer.

Peter must have fallen asleep again.

He probably didn’t hear Tony.

--

Peter sleeps like a rock.

When Tony is sure he’ll be okay and his fever has gone down, Tony decides to take care of the food. Something lighter so the kid doesn’t feel queasy or anything.

It’s nighttime, the TV is on, when Peter is caught coming to the kitchen, rubbing one of his eyes. He looks a lot better than before.

“Hey, kiddo,” Tony smiles. “Feeling better?”

“Mmm… I think so.”

“Alright, so, I got you some toasts, Gatorade… and a banana. I assume you’re hungry.”

“Yeah… But I think I can eat more than that.”

“Just be careful.”

Admittedly, Tony himself is not too hungry, probably because of stress. He just drinks his classic coffee for now. In the meantime, he watches Peter, who looks like he didn’t have that episode today. However, he still looks contemplative while he eats.

Eventually, Peter hums to himself.

“... Man, I had this weird dream… I woke up in my old apartment and then… I saw my uncle standing right there, calling my name. It was like I had just woken up from a nightmare… But, like, Uncle Ben looked kinda different. He had darker hair and he wasn’t wearing any glasses. But it was him, I knew he was there. He took me to bed and stayed with me until I fell asleep again…”

Just a few seconds later, Peter is laughing at the absurdity of his “dream”.

“Weird, right?” The teen comments and resumes his meal.

It’s so jarring.

Just hours ago, this kid was crying and holding onto Tony for dear life. Peter was begging him to stay. Peter said “I love you” to Tony.

But to him, it wasn’t Tony.

To Peter, it was Uncle Ben who came back to look after him one last time. It was Uncle Ben who told Peter that he loved him and didn’t hate Peter for what happened. Everything was okay then.

Tony can’t for the life of him ruin that. He can’t tell the kid that he was feverish or hallucinating. That would destroy Peter. Tony needs to let him have that, at the very least.

Even if Peter never meant “I love you” to Tony.

(After all, does he deserve it?)

“... are you okay, Mr. Stark?”

Now Peter is the one with a concerned look.

“Yeah, of course,” Tony replies, taking another sip of his coffee.

The teen may not believe him, but he looks away, focusing on his phone next to his plate.

Tony has decided he won’t tell Peter the truth about his “dream”, but… he also feels like he shouldn’t just do nothing about it. Every time he does nothing, something will always go wrong.

The hero knows he can’t fill the emptiness in Peter’s heart. He doesn’t want to replace it. But he doesn’t want Peter to believe it’s not important. It must hurt like hell. It must haunt Peter every single day of his life, even if it’s not obvious all the time. Even if the kid pretends it’s not a big deal.

Tony, for once, leaves the now empty cup of coffee aside. He’s next to Peter now, kneeling down to better face him. The boy looks confused.

“What?” Peter asks.

There are so many words to be said.

But all Tony does is… open his arms.

Peter’s brown eyes widen, knowing what it means.

“Mr. Stark… hey, come on, you don’t have to do that.” He hugs himself instead, looking away.

Tony sighs. “Kid.” He doesn’t say more, but he means more. I’m not doing this out of pity. I’m doing this because I love you. I love you. I love you more than you can imagine.

Peter looks nervous. He’s so hesitant to hug Tony back. Like he’s afraid of doing so. Knowing him, it’s probably because he doesn’t want to hurt Tony, not the other way around.

He eventually complies. He’s trembling.

Tony genuinely wants to cry.

He rubs Peter’s back, to let him know it’s safe.

The teen seems to shiver but in surprise, not because he doesn’t like the contact.

Until he relaxes and lets out a deep sigh.

“... Thanks, Mr. Stark.”

Peter doesn’t just mean the hug.

Tony squeezes him a little tighter.

“Always, kid.”

So many unspoken things.

But at least Tony is there and he’s not leaving.

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[chvoswxtch]

a compromise. (3/?)

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie munson desperately needs to graduate this year, and you're the only tutor that hasn't turned him down. (part 3 to i’m not above begging & shakespeare is metal)

warnings: cursing, jason carver being a shithead once again

word count: 3.4k

a/n: alright my loves, here is part 3 to the little series I still have no name for (oops)! I am once again apologizing for the word count (I had to tell myself to shut up when I reached 3.4k). this part is pure fluff but I do have some angst coming up (i’m a slut for some good angst) and it might even get a little ~spicy~. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

tags: @uraveragequeer @rosaline-black

I thought about faking being sick. Screw perfect attendance. I could easily convince my mom to call the school on my behalf. I had never stayed home sick, not even freshman year when I was running a hundred and two fever. It would be believable. I could even run the hairdryer over my forehead for good measure. I could ask my mom to let the librarian know to pass on the news to Eddie when he showed up for our session.

Coward.

I thought about coming up with a reason to cancel our session. I could leave a note in his locker saying something had come up, and we would have to reschedule. Then I wouldn’t have to look at him, and my heart wouldn’t shatter into a million guilty pieces. 

Would he get the note though? Does Eddie even use his locker? Would he think I just bailed on him?

I pulled my pillow tightly over my face and screamed until my lungs hurt. To my dismay, I didn’t suffocate. Surely that would be a better fate than having to face Eddie with the prying eyes of Jason Carver. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand that read 6:58. It was now or never.

Luckily I had been able to convince Eddie that my less than chipper demeanor was due to a case of insomnia. If he was able to see through my lie, he didn’t mention it, and carried on with our usual routine. I tried my hardest to be present, but every time I looked at him, that nauseous feeling rose in the pit of my stomach again. I kept replaying my conversation with Jason over and over in my mind. I had managed to placate him with my promise, but how long was that going to last? Would he just keep bothering me the more time I spent with Eddie? Would he ever leave it alone? Why the hell did he even feel like he had a say in my life anyway?

A snap of someone’s fingers quickly pulled me out of my trance and I focused my attention back on Eddie who’s large hand was still hovering in front of my face. His eyes were full of concern, head tilted slightly to the side as he looked at me with a timid smile.

“You with me, sweetheart?”

“What? Oh, yeah. S-Sorry.”

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?”

Eddie’s timid smile morphed into a playful smirk at the corner of his mouth, crossing his arms across his broad chest as he arched one of his brows in question. Embarrassment and guilt flooded my veins as I rubbed my palms over my cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry, Eddie. I wasn’t trying to tune you out. I’m just..tired. That sleep I didn’t get is really getting to me. What were you saying?”

Eddie simply stared at me with a lopsided grin, shaking his head as he waved his hands in front of me in dismissal.

“It’s alright, angel. I understand. If it helps, you’re still as pretty as you were yesterday, so I don’t think your beauty sleep was affected.”

Pretty. He thinks I’m pretty.

God, I didn’t deserve Eddie Munson. I didn’t deserve his kindness and sweet smile. I definitely didn’t deserve him calling me pretty when I knew for a fact I looked like a hot mess. I’d only had five minutes to get ready after losing the internal battle I waged with myself. 

Get a grip. He’s just being nice because you look like shit and you’re acting weird.

“I was saying you should sit with us today.”

“Sit with you?”

“Yeah, at lunch today. Come hangout with us.”

My eyes widened slightly as my brain registered what Eddie was asking. He wanted me to sit with him and his Hellfire club during lunch today. The same lunch period we shared with Jason Carver and his basketball minions. I typically spent my lunch period in the library, fitting in a few extra sessions with desperate students, or I spent it in the newspaper room with Nancy helping her reach important deadlines. I couldn’t sit with Eddie and his friends. I could already see the pissed off look on Jason’s face, stalking over to no doubt start a fight. I couldn’t subject Eddie to that.

“O-Oh, I uh..I can’t. I have some um..things I need to finish for a class.”

“Oh come on, sweetheart. Take the day off, you work too hard. You need to give that pretty little head of yours a break.”

Pretty. He said it again.

“I-I’m sorry, Eddie. I just..can’t. I’m sorry.”

There was a flash of hurt that swept over his features. He quickly covered it up with a tight lipped smile, but it was too late. I had seen it. And it made me want to die.

“Yeah, sure. No, I uh..I get it. Got a reputation to uphold, can’t have our cult tarnishing it.”

There was a bite to the way he said cult. I dug my fingernails so hard into my palm I thought I was going to break the skin. God, you are such a bitch. Just tell him the truth!

“No no, no Eddie it’s nothing like that. I swear. I just..I just don’t want to cause any trouble. That’s all.”

“Trouble? How are you causing trouble if I’m inviting you?”

“I..it’s..it doesn’t matter right now. Look, can we please get back to work? We only have ten minutes left.”

I forced the most convincing smile I could conjure, picking up my pencil once again and turning to a fresh page in my notebook. We had been working on an outline for Eddie’s essay to keep his ideas on track and organized. I attempted to direct him back to the page of Hamlet we were going over, but Eddie wouldn’t budge. He stared at me with an expression I couldn’t read, and clasped his hands together in front of him on the table.

“I want to negotiate the terms of our arrangement.”

“W-What?”

“When you agreed to tutor me, one of your rules was transparency. You said I had to be up front about when I needed a break, if I was going to be late or couldn’t make it and shit like that. Right?”

My brows pulled together in confusion as I stared over at Eddie, trying to gauge where he was going with this conversation. I gave a slight nod of my head to signal him to keep going.

“I want to negotiate that transparency applies to both of us.”

“Eddie..these sessions are for you. To help you. They’re not my personal therapy sessions. If I eat up our time crying about my problems, then I’m not doing my job, and that’s not fair to you.”

Eddie’s lips curved upwards into a small smile, his rings knocking against the wood as he tapped his knuckles on the table with a shake of his head.

“Well, I hate to disagree with you sweetheart, but I simply can’t focus when I know there’s something bothering my favorite girl. It wouldn’t feel right to keep pretending I give a shit about Shakespeare when you’re not your usual ray of sunshine. So, until you accept these new terms, I’m afraid William here is gonna have to wait.”

Eddie’s mouth stretched into a cheshire grin, clearly pleased with himself. Warmth erupted in my belly at his words and I found myself subconsciously pressing my thighs together under the table to relieve the pressure that was beginning to build. 

Oh. 

My lips parted slightly as I racked my brain for a normal response. But it was blank. I couldn’t think of anything other than the fact that Eddie Munson just used the words “my” and “favorite” and “girl” in a sentence about me. 

My favorite girl. Yeah, I could get used to hearing that.

His words ignited a flame in my belly that quickly spread over my body, roaring in between my thighs. I gripped at the edge of my skirt under the table, swallowing thickly as a sinful thought of Eddie whispering those same words in my ear crossed my mind. I couldn’t stop the words that tumbled from my lips.

“I don’t want Jason to bother you.”

Eddie’s entire demeanor instantly changed. The playful smile on his face disappeared, his full lips settling into a hard line. His jaw clenched, accentuating how sharp his features actually were. How had I never noticed how sharp his jawline was before? Have his cheekbones always looked like that? God, why is he so attractive? What is happening to me?

“What does that have to do with you?”

Eddie’s voice came out gruff in a deeper tone than I had ever heard him use before. I wanted to smack my forehead realizing what a mess I had just created in the midst of my distraction.

“It’s..not important. Let’s just keep going.”

“Are you guys dating or something?”

There was a scowl coating his lips and his face twisted in disgust as if he’d just smelt something rancid. My head snapped up instantly to stare at him in surprise, completely taken aback by his comment.

“What? God, no. Why would you think that?”

“Because you’re not giving me much to work with here, sweetheart. The only reason I could think of that asshole not liking you sitting with us is he doesn’t want his girlfriend near the freak.”

“I am not dating Jason Carver. I can’t even believe you think that I would! God, I would rather jump into that volcano in the motor place.”

“Mordor.”

“Whatever, you know what I mean!”

“So, then what is this all about?”

I dropped my pencil on the table and let out a sigh of frustration. What was all this about? Honestly, I had no fucking idea. I still had no inclination on why Jason Carver was suddenly so interested in my safety that he felt was at risk. 

“I..he just..he came up to me yesterday after we left the library and told me he could get you to leave me alone and that I shouldn’t be tutoring you. He thinks I’m like your next virgin sacrifice or something and he wouldn’t quit until I promised to come to him if I felt ‘threatened’.”

“Did you?”

“What?”

“Promise him.”

“Oh..well, yeah.”

There was that expression again that I couldn’t read. Eddie stared at me silently, and I felt nervous under his gaze. His eyes flickered to the notebook in front of him, a low hum sounding from the back of his throat. That nauseous feeling returned to my stomach with a vengeance. 

“Eddie, I don’t think that about you. I don’t believe any of that stuff. I know that you would never do anything to hurt me or make me feel uncomfortable. I only made Jason that stupid promise so he would leave me alone. He’s the one that makes me uncomfortable. He..he doesn’t even know my name. I’ve tutored him countless times and he never bothered to remember my name, but now all of a sudden he feels the need to ‘protect me’ because of some bullshit that he believes about you. Look I just..I don’t want to give him another reason to be mean to you or any of your friends. If I sit with you guys, he’s not going to like it, and you know how he is when he doesn’t get his way. I’m not going to be another reason for him to treat you badly.”

A huff left my lips after I finished my long winded rant and my lungs notified me that I hadn’t bothered to stop and take a breath. A considerable weight felt like it had been lifted off my shoulders, and that nauseous feeling was beginning to fade. I just wanted Eddie to understand where I was coming from. I wanted him to know that I didn’t think he was bad or dangerous. I wanted him to know I thought the world of him.

I was nervous to meet his gaze, but when I did my brows furrowed quizzically. His face was a mixture of amusement and disbelief, his big brown eyes appearing slightly larger than usual.

“Did you just swear?”

“Eddie! Seriously? That’s all you got from that?”

A riotous laugh ripped through Eddie’s chest, filling the confinements of the library. His eyes crinkled at the corners and his mouth was split wide open into a huge grin as he held his large hands up in surrender.

“I’m sorry! I’m just..shocked to hear such foul language from you, angel. I didn’t know you knew such words.”

“Oh I’ve learned plenty from you in the past three weeks.”

“You’re right. That’s my fault. I shouldn’t speak so crassly in front of a pretty lady. I promise to be better.”

Eddie’s full lips tugged into a smirk as he stared across the table at me. My face instantly felt hot and I found myself clutching at the edge of my skirt under the table once again. Did he even know what he was doing to me? Could he even tell? Does he look at other girls like this and call them pretty?

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“B-Because..I-I thought you would be mad at me.”

I lowered my head in shame, suddenly finding a loose string on my tights very interesting. Guilt flooded over me like a monsoon. I didn’t want to see the disappointment. I couldn’t handle it. I don’t think I could survive Eddie Munson being mad at me.

“What? Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I..I didn’t correct him.”

“Sweetheart, it’s alright.”

“No, it isn’t! I just..stood there while he said horrible things about you, and I didn’t say anything. I didn’t stand up for you and I-“

“You already did.”

“What?”

Eddie reached over to place one of his large hands over mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. His skin was so warm against the stark contrast of the cool metal covering his fingers. My heart started to race and I could hear it pounding in my ears. 

Eddie Munson is holding my hand. 

“That day, in the tutoring center, you stood up for me. You agreed to help me when everyone else shot me down. You stand up for me everyday when you show up. Everyone else would have given up at this point. But you’re still here. You’re always patient with me. You don’t treat me like I’m an idiot when I don’t get something. You put up with me consistently getting off topic and ranting about shit I know you could care less about. You encourage me. You stick up for me everyday whether you realize it or not. I don’t give a shit what Jason Carver thinks of me. All I care about is what you think of me. And if you think that I’m worth sticking up for, that’s enough for me.”

The room suddenly felt too small, and I was certain if Eddie kept looking at me like that I was going to melt into a puddle on the floor. My heart swelled in my chest. There was so much I wanted to say, but I felt like I couldn’t speak. My words were being held hostage by the lump forming in my throat. I glanced down at Eddie’s hand that had completely covered my own. I loved the way his hand felt on mine. It felt so..right. So natural. I never wanted him to stop holding onto my hand. I managed to utter the only words my brain could form.

“I do.”

The shrill ring of the bell pulled us out of our serene little bubble and back into a harsh reality. Eddie slowly retracted his hand and I immediately found myself missing the warmth of his touch. Eddie flashed me a tender smile as he rose to his feet, placing his hands on his hips.

“So, will you please accept these new terms and conditions of transparency? I’d really like to graduate, but I’m committed to my cause.”

I pursed my lips, tapping my finger against my chin as I looked up at Eddie with a playful grin. 

“Okay, fine. After careful consideration, I’ve decided to accept these new terms and conditions.”

“Pleasure doing business with you, sweetheart.”

Eddie shot me a quick wink on his way out of the library. That damn wink. Eddie Munson will be my demise. I was in the middle of gathering my things when a sharp gasp left my mouth as a sudden realization dawned on me.

I had told Eddie Munson that I was a virgin.

The bang of a tray being dropped on the table caused me to jump, my attention being ripped from the algebra homework I was working on and settling on the source of the commotion.

Eddie.

“Boys, this is Y/N. Y/N/N, this is Hellfire. That’s Jeff and Gareth, and I believe you already know the little hellions: Henderson, Sinclair, and Wheeler.”

I smiled shyly at the older boys, turning my head to look at the trio of freshmen in front of me that were clutching onto their lunch trays and staring at me with huge grins. I had met Mike several times while hanging out with Nancy, and had been introduced to Dustin and Lucas through him.

“Uh..y-yeah. Hi guys.”

Eddie took a seat in the chair beside me, the rest of the boys immediately following suit after their leader. He closed the textbook I had open and shoved it aside, picking up my long-forgotten lunchbox from the floor and setting it in front of me.

“Eat. Drink. Be merry.”

I glanced around the now crowded table, seeing each of the boys eyeing me expectantly with friendly smiles on their faces. 

“Um..Eddie? What..what’s all this?”

“A compromise.”

“A compromise?”

“I’m not letting that dickhead ruin you hanging out with us. If you can’t come to us, we’ll come to you.”

“We don’t mind, really. It’s kinda nice to have a break from those jerks.”

Dustin looked at me with the biggest grin on his face. He was always such a sweet kid, and actually quite hilarious. Nancy always hated the sound of their group’s constant bickering, but it always made me giggle.

“Thank you, Dustin. And thank you guys too..for..coming to hangout with me.”

My cheeks flamed from the attention. I always felt uncomfortable being stared at. But right now I was mainly just nervous. I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of Eddie and his friends. 

“So..what do you guys normally talk about during lunch?”

“Dungeons and Dragons, mostly. Wanna see this drawing I did for a new character I made?”

“Henderson, pipe down. Don’t freak the girl out. If you blow this, she’ll never hangout with us again, and then I will make it my personal mission to make sure you perish in every campaign from here on out.”

I couldn’t help but giggle as Dustin began to protest. Out of all the boys, I could tell that Eddie was closest to Dustin from the way they interacted. They had a true sibling dynamic.

“No no, show me! Please? Seriously, please don’t feel like you guys have to do anything differently in here. I mean, Eddie you can’t stand on the table and go on a rant, but please..just..be yourselves.” 

“Ha! See? I knew she was cool. In your face, Munson.”

Dustin immediately wedged himself in between mine and Eddie’s chairs, showing me the pages of drawings he had done for his characters and firing off anecdotes about what everything was and what it was for. Eddie eventually shoved him back towards his seat, glaring at the other two younger boys as if warning them to also stay in their respective spots. 

The boys immediately settled into their usual routine of discussion. I didn’t hardly understand anything they were talking about, but I found myself genuinely enjoying their company. I snuck a glance at Eddie to find him already looking at me with a small smile on his lips. I felt my heart swell again at the gesture. He didn’t have to drag his friends to come sit with me. He didn’t have to be here. But he did it for me.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, angel.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #hellfire club #jason carver #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #nancy wheeler

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Hi hi!! Alright, a request: Spirit + Aiden, but he's the sickee and she's got no bloody idea of how to deal with him (but she also cannot possibly leave the man in this state! She's not a monster!) cue, cuteness 🥺🥺 (tummy bug prefarably, but whatever best fits your plot)

Ya'll, I'm lovin' the ending of this one!!!!

Should I do a part 2??👀

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Aiden felt like he was dying.

He’d woken up in a cold sweat, his stomach twisting painfully. He’d spent the better part of the morning sitting in front of his toilet, waiting for something to come up, but nothing did.

He felt too sick to eat anything before he left home. And even when he got into the heated campus building, he felt too cold to take off his warm jacket and gloves.

Now he was in his Criminal Justice class, not really watching or listening to his professor, really just staring off into space with his arms wrapped around his abdomen.

He was glad that his energetic classmate, Brody—who was a friend of his and another intern at the city’s police department—wasn’t there that day. The guy was observant as hell and would’ve dragged him out of class and forced him to go home if he were.

The whole class passed in a blur, and by the end of it he had taken no notes and was dragging himself to his feet to go to his next lecture.

———

“Black Dahlia,” Spirit said, and Birdie frowned.

“Really? Of all the flowers, you pick one that literally symbolizes sadness?”

Spirit shrugged. “It’s pretty.”

“It’s gloomy!”

“Why are we even talking about this again?” Spirit asked. “I’ve told you before, I practically live in a box. My dorm is too small for me to add a pot of flowers, and I’d probably let them die anyway. Not everyone has your ‘magical plant touch’, Bird.”

Pouting, Birdie stopped in front of her next lecture hall. “We’re not done talking about this,” she stated, walking into class.

Rolling her eyes and chuckling, Spirit continued down the hallway, on her way to the library. Her class had been cancelled thanks to the stomach flu that had been going around since Christmas. Too many teachers were calling in sick, and not enough TAs were well enough to fill in for all of the classes.

As Spirit walked, she startled at a sudden commotion.

Not far down the hallway, a few people were staring at and backing away from some guy braced against the wall, doubled over with a puddle of sick in front of him. People were saying “Eww” and “That’s nasty”, and not bothering to help him at all.

It took Spirit a second, but she suddenly remembered him and walked forward, going over to Aiden’s side. She didn’t know what exactly she was doing. She and the guy had barely interacted since she got a concussion, and she wasn’t exactly the best when it came to comforting.

Once beside him, she reached out awkwardly to touch his back before letting her arm just drop to her side. “Um, hey. . . you okay?” she asked

He vomited in response and she cringed. After coughing, and spitting into the sick, he looked up at her and seemed to freeze.

God, he thought. Why her of all people? He had no idea why he thought that though. His cheeks burned and he felt ridiculously embarrassed for some reason.

“I’m fine,” he lied, wiping drool off of his chin with the back of his hand, only to cover his mouth with the same hand as he gagged again. His mouth flooded with vomit, but he swallowed it back down.

Spirit raised a brow at him. “Fine?”

He lowered his hand, rolling his eyes. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“I wish I believed you,” Spirit droned, “but I have a few spots of your nasty puke on my shoes.”

Aiden looked down and, indeed, there was a few drops of watery yellow vomit on her sneakers. He cringed. “Sorry. I—” His hand flew up to his mouth again to muffle a sick burp. He was going to puke again. He knew it.

There were still people around them, staring and whispering. Suddenly, it felt as if he was back in high school and Aiden hated it. He just wanted to curl up and die.

“C’mon,” Spirit said—more of a demand than anything—grabbing his elbow and forcing him to walk with her. “What’re you staring at?” she snapped at the onlookers with a menacing glare that had everyone quickly walking away or minding their own business, and Aiden felt so relieved.

He still felt so embarrassed, though, even without all of the eyes. Here he was, likely looking like the most pathetic display of a man while this beautiful badass helps him.

He was feeling dizzier. The world kept blurring and un-blurring, and he was sweating despite how cold he felt.

Spirit opened a door and pulled him into a room. A bathroom, he realized. The boys’ bathroom.

Aiden let out a relieved sigh when he saw there was no one in the bathroom. He could just imagine a bunch of guys calling her a bitch and yelling at her to get out.

Spirit guided Aiden into the handicap toilet stall, and he collapsed onto his knees, immediately vomiting.

In the large stall, Spirit could crouch down beside him. Her hand automatically touched his back, and she started to rub a little between his shoulder blades. “Okay. Get it up.”

They stayed there for a good twenty minutes with Aiden barely being able to get a breath in between each gush of sick and Spirit trying her best to be comforting.

When Aiden stopped throwing up, or rather when he was entirely empty, he whimpered and hugged his arms tightly around his unhappy gut. “I feel like shit,” he groaned. He startled a little when he felt a cool hand cup his forehead.

Spirit scoffed. “You have a fever. You’re throwing up like you’re auditioning for The Exorcist, and you have a fever.” She pulled her hand away, looking annoyed. “You have the goddamn stomach flu that’s going around, don’t you?” The words sounded more like a statement than a question.

Surprised by how mad her tone was, Aiden said nothing, quite literally staring at her like an idiot.

Spirit glared. “Great. Now I’m gonna get sick, too.” She stood and groaned, starting to pace. “I can’t get the freaking stomach flu! Jesus, if I get sick, it’s your fault. Who the hell goes to lectures when they have the fucking flu?!”

Aiden flinched a little, feeling guilty and a little emotional, likely the effect of a fever-cooked brain. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Spirit stopped pacing and looked at him, but her glare melted away a little when she saw the pitiful look on his face and the feverish flush coloring his sickly pale cheeks. She sighed, crouching down beside him again and reaching for his jacket. “Take this off,” she said in a slightly softer voice. “You’ll cook alive in this.”

Aiden frowned. “It’s cold, though.”

Spirit shook her head. “Your mind is playing tricks on you.” It was still January and the weather was still in the fifties so she understood why he’d wear the jacket outside, but the building had shockingly powerful heaters and even in a t-shirt with her hoodie tied around her waist she was warm.

She managed to get Aiden out of his jacket and took his gloves, shoving them in his jacket’s pocket. Then she stood up, reaching a hand down to him. “C’mon,” she sighed. “I’ll drive you to your place.”

Aiden let her help him up, shivering without his jacket, but he frowned. “You don’t have to do that. I can—”

“No, you can’t,” she deadpanned without letting him finish. “I’m not gonna let you on the road. I swear, you’ll drive into a light post or something. I’ll drive you.” She walked out of the stall, and he followed without any more argument left in him.

They left the bathroom and walked down the hall—Aiden cringed at the sight of a janitor cleaning up his mess from earlier—and he followed Spirit out into the parking lot. It was even colder without his jacket outside, but he knew Spirit likely wouldn’t give his jacket back if he asked for it.

She’d grabbed his keys from his jacket pocket and asked where his car was.

“There,” he answered, nodding towards his sky-blue BMW.

Spirit raised a brow. “Nice car,” she said sounding genuinely impressed, and Aiden couldn’t help but wonder what kind of car she drove.

She got into the driver’s side and Aiden slumped into the passenger seat, sighing and leaning back against the soft leather, closing his eyes.

“Address?” Spirit asked, and he told her. She put it into the GPS in her phone and drove off.

As she drove, Spirit kept glancing at Aiden, frowning. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for him to pass right out, and Spirit could’ve laughed.

Spirit couldn’t help but notice thanks to the blush his freckles were more pronounced. And because of his glasses, the pinkness of his cheeks and his freckles, he looked like kind of. . . cute.

Spirit focused entirely on the road as soon as the word popped into her head.

Aiden didn’t live far from campus—a seven-minute drive without traffic. She parked in the parking lot of a decent-looking apartment building and shook Aiden’s shoulder a little to wake him up. He blinked dizzily for a few seconds before managing to focus on her. “Hey,” he said in a tired and hoarse voice.

Spirit felt his forehead again, and this time she cursed, brows furrowing. “Dammit, how did you already get hotter?!”

Aiden couldn’t help but smirk deliriously at the words. “You think I’m hot?” he joked with a little chuckle.

With an unimpressed frown, Spirit pulled her hand back and got out of the car, going around to Aiden’s side. She realized the idiot had forgotten to put on his seatbelt, but that didn’t really matter anymore.

“Okay, come on,” Spirit urged him, grabbing his arm.

Aiden groaned, his head spinning as he stood and he swayed dangerously on his feet, making Spirit yelp a little. “I swear to GOD, you better not fall on me you fucking giant!” she said, but she didn’t yell it much to Aiden’s relief.

She took his arm around her shoulders to help steady him and she walked him into the building. Never had Spirit ever been so glad that she was an athlete.

“Second floor,” Aiden mumbled dizzily. “Apartment twenty-three.”

Spirit nodded. It was a struggle since there was no elevator and they had to take the stairs, but they got to the second floor eventually and Spirit found his door.

She unlocked the door with the only other key on his car-key ring and they stumbled inside together. Spirit shut the door with her heel.

She led the giant guy to his couch, and he collapsed onto it with a heavy sigh. Spirit let out a relieved breath now that his weight was gone and she rolled her shoulder.

“Okay, wait here,” Spirit said, walking over towards his open kitchen. She started opening cabinets and drawers. She found a hand towel and grabbed that, and then she found a medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of Pepto. And she found a bucket under the sink, just in case. She wet the towel with cold water from the sink and carried the stuff back to the living room.

Aiden’s eyes were closed but the flew opened as she sat on the couch beside him, planting the bucket at his feet and placing the towel on the coffee table. Aiden watched her as she opened the Pepto bottle and poured some of the pink goop into the measuring cap.

“Here,” she said, handing it to him.

Frowning, he took it and downed it in one gulp, grimacing at the nasty sweet taste.

Spirit took the cap and set it on the coffee table, grabbing the towel, but not moving to touch it to his face. He watched her with dazed eyes as she seemed to get lost in some sort of mental gymnastics.

Spirit hesitated before clearing her throat. “I don’t know, um. . . Y-your fever is really high, so. . ." she bit the inside of her cheek, feeling awkward and a little embarrassed. But then she sucked it up, reaching up and stroking the side of his face.

Her touch was gentle. She brought the towel from his temple down to his cheek, and then repeated slowly. She tried her best not to meet his eye, focusing on her hand while he just stared at her, blinking heavier and heavier.

Slowly losing consciousness, his feverish thoughts became stronger. “You’re pretty,” he mumbled, sleep ebbing at his brain.

Spirit let out a little amused scoff. “You’re delirious.”

Aiden hummed in response. Then, “I wan’ta ask you out,” he mumbled, eyes slipping shut and Spirit froze, her hand and the towel stopping on his cheek.

“What?”

But she got no answer.

Because he was already asleep again.

#fluff #fever whump #aiden #spirit #thebrilliantidiots #PART 2?????????????????????? #Y'ALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE TWO!!! #Aiden is my bbyyyyyyyyyy #What will Spirit do now???👀👀👀👀👀

[esmealux]

Grocery shopping.

Takes place in my roommates au.

“Lucifer, would you please get the- Lucifer,” Chloe hisses through her teeth. One second he’d been walking beside her, complaining about how terribly tedious grocery shopping is, and now he’s standing by the vegetables, studying an eggplant and a zucchini, probably comparing which one best resembles a penis.

She sends him a stern glare.

He ignores her. “Detective, which one do you think looks the most like a-”

“Neither,” she answers before he can finish the sentence. “Will you please come here and help me with the rest? We’ve been here for half an hour already.”

He gives the vegetables one last glance before he puts them down and half-runs to join her by her side again. “Eager to get home, are we?” He smirks, his face so close to hers she can smell his cologne.

Warmth spreads in her cheeks at the reminder of how close they’d been to… whatever would have happened if she hadn’t noticed the time and realised they only had three hours before their friends would be coming for dinner.

“We’re having guests in less than two hours,” she reminds him.

“We can still cancel, you know,” he tells her, not for the first time. And not for the first time, Chloe is tempted. When they’d planned this dinner, they didn’t know that they’d be… that it’d be only a few days after Lucifer had told her- shown her the truth, and everything changed between them. They didn’t know that there’d be nothing they’d want more than to spend the night alone with each other, just the two of them and this new, exciting thing between them, but-

“We can’t,” she tells him. “We planned this months ago. And besides, the cart is already half-full with ingredients for lasagna for six people and a baby.”

“I’ll make six lasagnas for you,” he offers. “And we can just tell them you’re sick.”

Chloe glances at him as she pushes the cart. “I thought you didn’t lie.”

“Well, you could just tell them you’re sick.” He smiles at her, that annoying, teasing, frustratingly irresistible smile that made it hard to get out of the house in the first place. “And then we can eat six lasagnas and drink that Barolo you like.” 

Chloe purses her lips around a smile. Butterflies flutter in her stomach.

“Look, it’s not because I don’t want to,” she assures him, stopping up to face him properly. “Because I really, really do.” 

A bright, yet soft smile pulls at Lucifer’s lips. His eyes twinkle with wonder.

“But we can’t bail on our friends just because we’re…” Chloe stops. She doesn’t know what they are, exactly. They’re roommates, and they’re definitely friends—best friends, now more than ever—and even though they haven’t talked about it, she knows they’re also something more. She can feel it. She just can’t put a name on it. Not right now, at least. In the middle of a grocery store.

Lucifer looks at her with big brown eyes, holding his breath.

“Just because you’d like to have me all to yourself,” she finishes with a coy smile.

He grins. “I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual, Detective.”

It is, Chloe thinks as she lets her gaze glide over him, over his face and his smile and the shirt that might have been discarded on their floor by now if they hadn’t invited their friends to dinner.

It really is.

“Excuse me,” someone says behind them. Chloe takes her eyes off Lucifer and makes room for the stranger to pass by.

“Should we…” she gestures to the still half-full cart, suddenly brought back to reality.

Lucifer blinks, and gives a put upon huff. "Yes, I suppose. If you're going to be stubborn about it."

They continue through the store, Chloe picking up things from their list and Lucifer pushing the cart, complaining about her cheap taste and picking out everything but things from the list. Exactly like it’s always been. 

Except that as Chloe’s reaching check-out and Lucifer rejoins her after having been off to God knows where to find something they don’t need at all—she lets their fingers touch and grabs his hand.

Not because he’s wandering off like a bored child or to stop him from buying something ridiculous or expensive, or ridiculously expensive.

But because she wants to.

He looks down at their hands immediately. Then he looks up at her, an unbearably soft look of surprise on his face. 

Chloe smiles at him.

A breathless chuckle slips past his lips, disbelief and happiness all in one. 

Almost carefully, as if trying it out, he strokes his thumb across one of her fingers and stands a little straighter. 

Chloe bites her lip around another smile, warmth settling in her belly. It’s a little silly, feeling so giddy over holding hands in a grocery store, like a teenage girl with a crush, but she can’t help it. 

She has a pretty huge crush on Lucifer, after all.

And from the smile he gives her, both now and when she grabs his hand again later under the table during dinner—the kind of smile she feels in her chest, pulling warm and tight at her heart—

She thinks he has a pretty huge crush on her, too.

#prompt by Sox #one-word prompt #home sweet you #roommates au

[unbossed]

Sorry about the self-reblog barrage earlier. I’m kinda brain-fogged and got stuck in a pattern. I finally tested positive for covid and it hit pretty hard earlier. It’s kinda coming and going and I’m in a mostly lucid state right now.

My de facto mother-in-law is the type who’d hide a zombie bite and she’s so determined for us to move back down near her that she showed up at our next place on Wednesday to help us unload some things we took down that day. She was acting strangely and claimed that she had to get home quickly because she’d supposedly eaten some bad walnuts and her stomach was bothering her. On phone calls between then and yesterday she mentioned that she “hadn’t been feeling well.”

@v8pontiacgirl had pretty bad symptoms start early yesterday so she tested herself and confirmed with a second and both were positive. Her mom was the only person we’ve been in close-ish contact with in almost 2 weeks so she was the only likely vector. She’s both the “nothing bad happens to people who are right with the Lord” and “everything works out for the best eventually” type so she was in severe denial that it was covid. My partner finally convinced her to test herself and she kept claiming that she was fine but that “something went wrong” with multiple tests. It turns out, as she finally admitted this evening, that the something wrong was that she kept getting positive results.

After several hours of multiple phone conversations today she also finally admitted that she had been sick enough on Wednesday that she’d had to force herself to come meet up with us, for all of 15 or 20 minutes. She has bad knees that make it difficult for her to carry anything of significance so her presence to help unload was absolutely pointless. “I just wanted to see you so badly,” she told my partner, despite the fact that we were scheduled, with a truck reserved even, to move fucking yesterday. This is the same woman who wouldn’t take her own daughter to the doctor for things like ear infections as a child because it was so expensive, so none of this but the audacity is particularly surprising.

We had planned for her and her husband to come up yesterday to help, with him driving the U-Haul to the new place, me driving our farm truck, my partner driving her dad’s truck (both of us hauling our ducks and chickens), and her mom following in my partner’s car. As late as yesterday morning she was still planning to do that but mentioned that she would need to take breaks on the drive back because she’s “been pretty tired lately.”

When my partner tested positive on Saturday morning this woman kept trying to convince her that the tests were wrong and that we should stick to the plan. She even expressed disappointment that we’d cancelled the truck. The real shit of it is that she fucking knows that her daughter has multiple chronic health conditions and is at increased risk and that she finally admitted to being virtually bed-ridden even before Wednesday. She “just couldn’t wait until [v8pontiacgirl is] close enough for me to show up unannounced at any time of day to visit again.”

She’s never been the type to take others’ medical and health concerns seriously and that could very possibly kill someone. But, you know, if she does it will just be “according to God’s plan.” FFS these people are a threat.

#excerpts from the novel that i'll never write

[lol-jackles]

Oh man there's so much: Jared's accident, Jensen being a dick about his prequel again to fans, Misha's hilarious coming out straight story...LOL I need your thoughts

My first thought was why do these things seem to happen when I'm on travel for work? Why can't I be rolling in happy shit in real time with you all?

The NJ con is like a glitch in the Matrix and we got a peek into the mutliverse if Jared had left after season 3 or 10.   Think of the YANA campaign but 100x less funny.  When Jared is missing, everything goes out of control for the worse.  Only the bizarre tale of Ezra Miller, whose face and hairstyle reminds me of Lord Farquaad, terrorizing the people of Hawaii causes more chaos than the Jared-less NJ con and it’s resulting fallout.

Did Misha read my rant over his bad posture? Timestamp 59:20 here.  Other than Misha recounting time the cast made fun of his fight!Cas scene and Jensen mining it, the Jensen - Misha panel was boring AF.  Neither guys acted differently, they just didn’t have a Jared to make the panel coherent, smooth, and fun.  Jensen and Misha don’t work well as a team is because they only seek to be understood for themselves, they don’t seek to understand others first.  So instead of synergizing, they only do things their own individual way  They aren’t team players so they aren’t teachable.  Remember when I said you can’t have two personality actors in the same screen because they cancel each other out?  Yeah.  Yawn. 

Misha’s un-coming out tweet didn’t need 5-part self flagellation thread oh my god.  Was he trying to imitate Jared’s sincere “I’m gutted” with his own “I feel sick to my stomach!” and also  “fierce ally!” *point at himself*.  Misha, I know people like to joke about you single-white-female-ing Jared but that doesn’t mean you actually want to be the female gender.  One more time kids, FIERCE ALLY

Edit to Add: I mean Timestap 59:20

#Misha Collins #njcon22 #njcon2022 #Jensen Ackles #Jared Padalecki

[andvys]

ANDY!! how are you? I just caught up with the last 2 chapters and they were amazing!!

“Uh, it’s your birthday present.”

oh??? 🤨 is that a bomb

He scratches the back of his neck, “uh well, apparently Ray is a fan of pocket knives,” he laughs. 

omg i remember in school when we were like 14 boys used to bring pocket knives with them and that was scary cause wtf

You weren’t good enough for that – he did not want to change for you. 

NOOO DONT THINK THAT BABY

“She is not you.”

steve... what the hell.

“She’s not the one that I want.”

ANOTHER STRIKE BACK TO BACK???

“I know,” he whispers, frowning at the ground, “I know, I’m sorry. I-I made a mistake and I will regret it for the rest of my life.”

the rest of your- BOY

“We both made mistakes.”

girl... i don't think you did tbh

“I was a fucking asshole, y/n. I was an asshole to you, every day of our relationship, I kept fucking up, over and over again and you tolerated it, you never left me. You never got mad at me, you never said anything rude, you never did anything bad, you were – fuck, you were perfect, you are perfect,” he holds your hand tighter.

yeahhhh she's way too good for you

“I’m sorry that I acted like I wasn’t interested in the things you loved doing. I’m sorry that I didn’t show you how much I really loved you. I’m sorry that I didn’t hold you enough, that I didn’t kiss you the way you should have been kissed, that I didn’t take care of you.” 

took him long enough 😭

This year he can’t even hug you.

BOOOOO

“I’ll throw it away later, huh?” She asks, mocking him. 

OH I'D BE PISSED TOO NANCY

Her eyes have strayed away from him just a few weeks after he left you for her. The moment Jonathan stepped into her life, her heart was no longer his, she gave it to her supposed new friend. 

OH SO YOURE BEING PLAYED LIKE YOU PLAYED Y/N AHAHAHHAA

It makes your stomach flip – you don’t know why. 

girl... calm your horses 🤨

“Uh, the store!” Robin says, sheepishly as she gives you a crooked grin. 

SHES SO ME 😭

“Oh my god, y/n!” Heather snorts, “stop joking about it or you’re actually getting them someday!” 

i would actually jump off a cliff if it happened to me 😭

Apparently you are pregnant with Eddie’s baby and living in his trailer. 

NOT THIS

The pregnancy rumor made you physically sick – it made you stand in front of the mirror, checking for signs that you had gained weight. You did not, it still made you feel nauseous and you had to cancel your dinner ‘date’ with your friends. 

OH NO BABY :(((

“You have no idea how much I wanna get rid of that title,” you laugh, “I’m ready to give that position up to Chrissy.” 

girl we don't have cheerleaders here, do you know what i would do to be a cheerleader?? 😭

Jonathan shrugs, refraining from rolling his eyes, “cause you’re the captain of the basketball team and she’s cheer captain.” 

CAN PRINCIPAL MAKE IT EVEN MORE AWKWARD

Jonathan huffs with a soft chuckle, “yeah, you look good but uh, Steve? You’re supposed to look into the camera,” he says awkwardly. 

PFFF THIS IS SO AWKWARD IM—

“That uh, that was our dream. I only wanted to go to college with you.”

bro really based his whole life on a high school girlfriend 😭 that's bravery

“I got a job at the ice cream parlor,” he clears his throat, “Scoops Ahoy.” 

YESSSSSS OMG WE'LL GET SAILOR STEVE (and Robin? 👀)

“The one I’m pregnant? The one where he sacrificed a lamb to get my undying love and devotion? The one where I cheated on Steve? Which one of them all?” 

NOT THE POOR LITTLE LAMB 💀 was it served with hot sause

“Y-You look amazing is what I’m trying to say,” Nancy says nervously. 

enemies to lover arc with Nancy? 🫨

“You’re a little oblivious, aren’t you?” 

A LITTLE

btw how did you like 1989 TV? 👀 honey anon

BESTIE HI!!!!

I’m doing okay!!! I’m excited for Christmas season! 🤭 how are you? 🩷

OMG NO!!! why would they bring pocket knives to school 😭 (i got one too but only because i’m afraid of men LMAO)

Nancy had a reason to be pissed but damn girl, you stole someone’s boyfriend 😩

Robin buying the store bought cake is so relatable. I love baking but the moment I gotta bake a cake for someone I always fail 💀

AND WE DONT HAVE CHEERLEADERS HERE AT SCHOOL EITHER!!! 😭💔 like you can join a cheer team as a hobby but there’s no cheer teams or sports team in general at the schools here. I would’ve definitely been a cheerleader too if we had that here 🥲

And the principal ships steve and reader 😌 he cried when they broke up 😪

You’re definitely getting Steve and Robin at scoops ahoy with they’re cute little sailor uniforms 🤭

Also enemies to lovers with Nancy? Imagine if that was the plan all along 🤭 Nancy’s song would be Mastermind then

I LOVE THE VAULT TRACKS!! I love all of them but especially Slut! and Say don’t go (but is it over now? too ugh) AND I KNOW PLACES THE GROWL IN THE SONG? I SCREAMED 😭😭 how did you like it? 🤭

#andy’s asks #honey anon <3

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Mrs. Alexton frowned at Natasha. “What are you wearing? When I said you could dress casually for this event, because it might make you look hip and trendy, I didn’t mean you could wear just anything. You have a closet full of preapproved casual attire, where did you get that jacket?”

The two were far from the crowd, watching as her employees set everything up to demonstrate her company’s new invention. It was a huge machine like something out of a sci fi novel, a small podium with a huge device hanging overhead, with a small pointed protrusion pointed downward.

“An up and coming fashion designer made it. It’s unique, one of a kind. It will probably be worth millions someday. Well, perhaps not millions, but I bet it will become valuable.” She spun around to show it off. “Look, it’s really high quality, you can’t even tell it isn’t a big name fashion brand.”

“You’re right, it does appear to have been made by skilled hands, but that doesn’t mean it was okay for you to disobey me.”

Natasha flinched, she hadn’t disobeyed. She hadn’t even been sneaky, this wasn’t some big loophole she’d found and exploited with a sly grin. This was approved- she’d been told to dress casually to this event. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go against your word. I misunderstood what you meant. I’ll double check next time.” She took off her jacket and handed it over. “But can I please keep it to wear at home in private.”

Mrs. Alexton stuffed the jacket into her purse. “If you behave yourself today, then perhaps you might.”

Natasha tensed up, hoping that everything would go smoothly from here. Thankfully, someone approached to distract Mrs. Alexton before she could take out her frustrations on Natasha any further. Looking up, Natasha felt her stomach flip.

Vivi.

“Ah, hello, Miss Elakha, how nice of you to come today.”

“It’s my pleasure,” she said with a bow. “Though I was surprised when you asked me, I work in data entry so I’m afraid I don’t know much about the actual science behind the company’s devices, but I’ll do my best.”

Mrs. Alexton put on a smile, one so fake it made Natasha sick. She was amazed something could make her soul freeze and her blood boil at the same time, you’d think they’d cancel out.

“I know dear, and to be honest, that’s why I wanted you. Sometimes I feel so lost at these events. I want to do good by my husband, God bless his soul, but running his company can be so hard when I don’t understand a single thing going on. It’s always nice to have someone else here who can relate.”

“Yes of course.” Vivi bowed politely once again.

Natasha held her words in. She didn’t have anything against, Vivi, in fact, she thought the woman’s pink hair was cool. But for someone like Mrs. Alexton, who was old fashioned and preferred order, she suspected there had to be some deeper reason. Like she was using Vivi for some publicity stunt or something. Really help sell that hip and modern image she was trying to project.

It was almost hilarious, Mrs. Alexton tried so hard to project a quiet and reserved image around the house and when talking to board members, but she wanted the company to appeal to a broader audience. She stood there, hands folded, watching with a smile as all the photographers gathered around with the other visitors.

Vivi Elakha took to the stage. “Hello, everybody, welcome to the Achefall Electronics Expo. We at Alexton Inc. have been hard at work to bring you this.” She gestured to the strange laser machine. “The R.E.S.T.O.R.E. Laser.

“That’s Repair Everything Save Tarnished Objects Restoration Energy Laser.”

“What’s it do?” Someone asked.

“I’m glad you asked.” Another employee approached her, handing her a small porcelain doll in a clear box. The doll had cracked skin, and her dress was dirty and torn. Vivi carefully removed it and set it on the small podium beneath the laser. “It’s quite marvelous, really. It fixes things. Here, let us show you.” She flicked a switch, and the machine began lighting up like a Christmas tree. It hummed and glowed as it charged a small laser, only firing after a minute.

Everyone watched in amazement as the cracks in the doll began vanishing, dirt seemed to melt right off the dress, and the threads mended at the tears. It wasn’t perfect, the dress still looked a little frayed, but it had gotten much better.

“As you can see, there are still things worth fine tuning,” Vivi flicked the switch again, turning off the laser. “This isn’t some miracle machine capable of reversing time. It finds things that are broken or repaired and mends them at an atomic level. This is still cost prohibitive on a larger scale, we intend to find cheaper ways to build this machine. But for now, this proves it can be done. And we believe in dreaming big.

“One day technology like this could be used to on larger scales, making quick repairs to damaged phones or cars, mending torn clothing on the go. Break a pair of glasses? No longer will you need to wait to pick up a new pair, you’ll be able to fix it in the comfort of your own home!”

Audiences clapped, but reporters launched into a series of questions. How long did they expect the project to take? How much would the technology cost when it was complete? Did it take a lot of energy to run? Vivi smiled and directed them toward the scientists. Stepping down from the stage, she rejoined Alexton and Natasha, placing the doll back in its glass box.

“Hmm, such a pity,” said Alexton. “I was hoping to completely fix this doll. It’s a rare and valuable antique you see. It was meant to be preserved and displayed, but one day I came home to find Natasha playing with it out in the yard.” Alexton shot Natasha a glare. “It’s been ruined ever since.”

Natasha froze up, thinking of the cracks, the frayed clothing, the dirt- none of that had happened because of one simple play session. Natasha wanted to play with the doll on display in her room, after all it was left in her room, so she assumed it was a toy for her. Never in a million years did she imagine it was meant to show off to visitors so she could look sophisticated and important.

She wasn’t even really that interested in it, she simply didn’t have anything else to do. She just wanted to take a nice picture of it, hoping to send it back to her old foster home. Maybe Kris would see and know she was okay. She took it outside because that’s what she’d always seen on TV, you take dolls outside to play and have tea parties.

It only got damaged when Alexton, with a smirk, said, “Oh, dear, if you were bored and wanted a companion, why didn’t you simply say so. Would you like to play with one of my dogs?”

That sounded fun, so Natasha nodded next.

She never expected that “dog” in this instance meant a German Shepard. One that had been trained to scare off intruders, but not attack the staff or members of the household. But Natasha didn’t know that. She was just a child, barely eleven, who saw a large dog, barking very loudly.

It wasn’t a mean dog, nor was it dangerous- but conveying that to a frightened child could be difficult. So when the dog jumped at her, barking, Natasha got scared and fell backward, dropping the doll to the ground. It shattered in a pile of dirt as the Natasha scrambled backward, flicking it at the dog.

Mistaking it for a chew toy, the excited dog chomped down on the doll, frightening Natasha even more. She was never hurt during that incident, not physically. Mrs. Alexton was too smart for that. She kept this all at a level she could easily pass off as playtime gone wrong.

Natasha would later learn just how well trained these dogs were. This was certainly no accident.

#submission #natasha #maris stella