#i've finally made her as big and fluffy as she should be

[radioisntdead]

I don't know if you do parental asks, but if you do, could you bless me eyes by writing a father Alastor and child!reader who is a toy/doll demon? Reader is hyperactive but very clumsy so Alastor always has to keep an eye on her so she doesn't hurt herself and sometimes he resorts to having one of his shadows watching over her if he's busy. Reader is small so they always seem to get stuck in cabinets or closet, which scares the hotel residents when they see Reader in a random place. [Not me trying to cure my daddy issues] 😂😂

Good evening my dear! I've been expecting someone to request a parental Alastor, [No seriously I have, I had a feeling someone was gonna request it, it was only a matter of time] I'VE BEEN READY FOR THIS, Not to mention I'm related to a hyperactive child so taking inspo from that! (Please help me he bites)

Father! Alastor & child! Reader

Platonic, obviously.

Warnings!!!

Fanon, I'm going fanon for this, mild cannibalism, feral, reader is based off a porcelain doll but I am TERRIFIED of porcelain dolls, anyways feral reader, injuries etc etc Alastor scooped reader up from the side of the street, I like how I've had every parental hazbin character with a child figure reader just scoop them off the street, I should draw that later

No one knows how exactly how you ended up below, it was theorized that there was probably a mix-up or maybe you were one of those deranged child serial killers or maybe you WERE hellborn that just aged really slow, like concerningly slow, but from some of the things you say it was suspected you were indeed a sinner.

Anyways that's up to you to figure out, but what we do know is that Alastor stumbled upon you absolutely tearing apart a grown sinner in some alleyway, despite looking like a porcelain doll that could break if dropped on carpet, the radio static coming from him caught your attention,

And then you saw those big fluffy ears that sat on the top of his head, you ran towards him with the speed of a feral child, because you were, infact a feral child

"Fluffy!"

You immediately climbed onto him, little hands clinging onto the fabric of his suit before finally reaching for his ears,

He didn't even get a chance to get away from you. With a strained smile he grabbed you off him, and held you up as he inspected you, observing your appearance,

"How peculiar, don't do that."

He said as you continued reaching for his fluffy ears.

And that had sealed his fate, he could NOT get rid of you,

He left you back in that alley he found you? You showed up again two minutes later, he sent you into the Vee's tower? You are the reason Valentino has a messed up antenna.

Alastor became a father against his will, and honestly it could've been worse, you were a decently chaotic child, that would either follow him around or when in the hotel would climb up his back and play with his fluffy ears while maniacally whispering

"fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy"

"Dear, please get off me."

Your skin was covered in a light porcelain coating, like thin wax covering soft clay, If thrown harshly against something you could crack and bleed, it wouldn't make that much of a sound.

you were very much a fragile thing and as your reluctant caretaker Alastor made sure that you stayed out of trouble, safe and sound, and away from any sharp objects.

Unfortunately you were hellbent on getting into mischief, especially in the hotel where there were many things you could get into, like behind the bar where husk worked, He took a five minute break to grab something to eat and you had managed to slip yourself behind several bottles inside the cabinet, one wrong move and they all fall to the ground and shatter with the alcoholic beverages inside them,

He had to take out twenty bottles, place them on the counter then take you out, gently place you on the ground then put all the bottles back, it was a hassle, not to mention you had a thing for fluffy things, Husk was NOT an exception, if he wasn't paying attention you would claw your way up his back like a feral mongoose and just gently pet his ears while mumbling "Kitty cat, kitty cat kitty cat kitty ca-"

You got along well with Niffty, she was like a sadistic older sister but it was decided that she was a bad influence on you so whenever you're near her it needs to be supervised by someone.

You give Charlie mini heart attacks because either you'll be the sweetest little thing towards her, you'll draw with her, call her 'Big sister Charlie' or something like that and you will have her wrapped around your little fingers, or you'll be a source of stress because your playing on the railing and oops! Your falling twelve feet to the ground and she's rushing over to catch you, and after she catches you, probably breaking something in the process you just give her the biggest smile as you hug her saying she caught you, you've also terrified her and Vaggie more then once by hiding underneath their bed and popping out at the worst of times with confetti or something.

Speaking of Vaggie you had a similar relationship but she was more strict in a way, she has a soft spot for kids and she keeps an eye on you, she'll teach you how to spar as an attempt to burn any excess energy you have, she'll go for a run and take you with her, she'll have you on one of those child leashes because you can, will and have run into the road and almost got taken out, respawning was a very very painful process, it was like getting ripped apart, turned inside out, twisted and turned back out and put together again, there's a reason it can take time for a sinner to respawn.

A child like you should never have to deal with that, and Vaggie, while she can't respawn she understands and will prevent you from having too, Alastor may not like her all that much (Or at all) but she's proven to be a decent babysitter.

Sir Pentious was like a goofy older brother or that dork of a cousin, he'd probably invent something to entertain you or he'd read to you, you scare eggs out of him when he's working on something and BAM you pop up out of nowhere, the majority of the eggs were fearful of you too.

"uh, can you not bite me?" A egg asked as your unhinged jaw munched on him, slowly tearing away until he eventually cracked leaving you to run away from the yolk covered crime scene.

[He's the first person you go to when you are redeemed, a familiar face is what you need in an unknown place where you should've gone in the first place, the halo on your head makes him cry, you made it with him but that more then likely means you perished like he did]

Angel dust was no different from the others, he tones his language down a bunch but he's still Angel dust, a inappropriate joke can and will slip through the cracks but he doesn't mean any harm, he just panics and tells you not to tell your Pa, giving you some child-safe candy in return and if your running around like a manic Niffty he'll pick you up and try to find the more responsible residents, or you'd tug on his fluff, he was one of the fluffiest residents and that made him, a major target for your lil' grabby hands, if you ever want a snack your not supposed to have he'll give it to you, you want ice cream? Sure knock yourself out kid, He reminded you of someone you knew once.

What did they look like again? You couldn't remember..

When Alastor steps out of the hotel to go to a overlord meeting or whatever he does and no one is available to watch you, he'll have his shadows watch over you,

His shadows need a pay raise.

"I'll be back in a few hours, be good dear!" Alastor said patting you lightly on the head as you grinned up at him,

"Alrighty! Bye Papa!"

You wave as he leaves, as the door closes you turn around and wander around the hotel, everyone was busy preparing for something, you didn't quite know what yet though, but you were left to your own devices today! You ran up and down the staircases, you got a laundry basket and used it as a makeshift snowboard on the staircase which Alastor's shadow had to make sure it didn't fling up into the air, you jumped off a counter his shadow grabbed the collar of your shirt to stop you from face planting.

You eventually get bored of playing around and try to find Niffty to ask if she could make you something to eat but the hotel's resident housekeeper is nowhere to be found, so you enter the kitchen and it is a DANGER ZONE, you knew not to touch the stove or the sharp knives thankfully but that didn't stop you from dragging over a chair to climb up into the cabinet to grab a plate, a few cups falling in the process but the shadow caught them before they could shatter into the floor, You hopped down from the chair to get a tortilla, the shadow stood next to you ready to grab you if needed, you waddled over to the refrigerator and took out a pack of bacon bites and sour cream, you acquired a plastic knife to spread the sour cream onto the tortilla, sprinkling some bacon bits after before rolling it up and placing it onto the plate.

You grinned at your snack, this is what defined your childhood, you turn back to the refrigerator to grab a juicebox before taking the plate and booking it back into the main room of the hotel.

You sneakily made your way to the TV and looked around, you gave the shadow a 'shh' motion as you turned on the tv to vintage cartoons, like Popeye, Betty boop or if you were lucky to access more modern cartoons, you could watch Scooby doo!

This was the time Alastor's shadow could rest from protecting you, so it wouldn't snitch to Alastor about your consumption of cartoons.

It wished you would watch more cartoons because after your snack you were dangling from the chandelier! You didn't know how you even got up there?!

When Alastor finally returned from wherever he was you immediately ran, tackling the Radio demon in a hug, Alastor's smile tightened slightly but he bared with it, you were just an excited child that he cared for, like a pet.

"I take it you were behaved while I was away?"

You nodded, "Yep!"

The shadow would say otherwise because you were HANGING FROM THE CHANDELIER FOR AN HOUR, They had to lurk around in case you fell, which you did, Thankfully they didn't have to catch you, because Charlie had emerged at the right time to catch you as you dropped from the chandelier.

But Alastor didn't need to know that right now, he'll find out on his own when he's making dinner and he goes to check on you to see you dangling from the chandelier again with Angel and Husk scrambling beneath trying to catch you if you were to slip and fall.

"Aren't you a little troublemaker?" He would say as he snapped his fingers and you were brought down from the chandelier, safe and sound, he'd bring a clawed hand to your face as he gently pitched your check, tutting like a old lady before turning around and bringing you to assist him in the kitchen and give huskerdust a break.

Alastor didn't see himself ever having a child before you, and he could see you growing into a powerful overlord one day, he'd be there to guide you as you grew, you would've grown up loved, watching as sinners entered the hotel and left as saints,

For now you were standing behind him in the kitchen carefully mixing rolling out some type of dough as music played from the radio and you told your Papa about your day.

Once the dough was rolled out and cut Alastor pat your head saying that you did a good job before moving to dip the dough into hot oil, as you watched, a tentacle holding the back of your 1930's themed attire making sure you didn't dive into the oil by accident.

Within the hour you were sat at a table with freshly made beignets Infront of you,

"Enjoy!"

"Thank you Papa!"

You said before digging into one of the beignets as Alastor smiled per usual, it was a nice treat, you liked moments like these, you hoped you could stay in the hazbin hotel with it's residents and your Papa forever, they were your family and family stays together right?

Good evening folks! Thank you for tuning in! I was supposed to post this last night but I passed out, and We may be adopting a dog soon! I'm not using that as an excuse I'm just excited, anyways I'm working on requests, part twos and all that good stuff! Tune on in for that later on!

Also I may have added sprinkles of angst here but we don't talk about that =]

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor imagine #alastor & reader

[pablitogavii]

as you know gavi has a cut on his ear because of a foul and he returned back on the pitch. reader and gavi fight a lot because of this. reader is worried of his physic health and when he came back home they fight but with fluffy end

Worry

"Amor, you're being unreasonable! I need to go to Madrid! The team needs me!" Pablo and you were arguing abut his ear injury and the fact that the national team suggested he should consider taking a break to heal.

"Even the coaches said you should take it easy! You have three staples in your ear Pablo!" you said really worried when the doctor suggested about possible infection if he's not careful.

"Can you just let me do what I want!? Why do you care anyways!?" Pablo yelled feeling his ear getting sensitive and you sighed looking down sadly. He was so stubborn and you were so worried about him.

"Because I love you, cabrón!" you said pulling away when he tried to reach for your hand and walked out to travel back home to Barcelona.

"Ready to go Gavi??" Yamal called and Pablo sighed looked after you as you got into the car before leaving to the bus with his friend towards Madrid.

pablitoo❤️: pls don't be mad at me amor 🥺

pablitoo❤️: you know what this means to me

pablitoo❤️: i have to try and help my team

When you arrived home, you laid on the sofa watching some TV when your phone rang with Pablo's messages. You were not mad because of the stupid argument you had, but because he never takes care of himself properly.

You wanted to answer him but your phone died so you had to charge it first. During that time, Pablo was at the first training and he was dealing with impossible pain in his ear unable to properly concentrate on the game.

"Que pasaba contigo hermano?" Laporte asked Pablo who shrugged and started massaging his temple from the pain that started to become unbearable.

"Deberías haber escuchado a tu chica, hermano. Necesitas recuperarte." [You should have listened to your girl, brother. You need to recover.] man told him and Pablo knew he was right. When they first saw each other, he told him about the fight you had and he was going crazy that you weren't answering his messages.

He hated fighting with you especially seeing you sweet innocent eyes when you would look at him worried about his health. That same night, Pablo took a trip back to Barcelona anxious to see you again.

When he finally arrived at your shared apartment, it was the middle of the night and you were sleeping in your shared bedroom. Pablo smiled when he saw you wearing one of his big shirts and hugging his pillow while sleeping peacefully. He saw your phone charging knowing that's why you haven't seen his messages.

Pablo, you cabrón! She looks so adorable right now and you made her upset because of your stupid stubbornness!

"Amor..wake up" Pablo gently shook your body and you jumped a little afraid of who could be touching you in the middle of the night when Pablo wasn't home.

"Shh..shh.it's me preciosa..i'm home" Pablo said caressing your face while you calmed down sitting up and hugging him quickly as he pulled you onto his lap holding you tightly. Ah, how he missed having you in his arms like this.

"What are you doing home Pablito?? Did something happen?" you asked worried and he shut you up with a kiss reassuring you that he was alright.

"I couldn't stand you being mad at me..and you were right, I need to recover properly before playing again. I'm sorry preciosa" he said and you smiled nodding your head and kissing his lips again while he moved his hand underneath the t-shirt you were wearing and caressed your naked back gently.

When you laid down, you on top of him, he enjoyed touching your warm skin and smelling your freshly washed hair. This felt like home and Pablo could finally relax.

"I've missed you a lot your know..the way you smell..and feel..and even when you give me attitude..I've been craving it so bad" Pablo said and your cheeks were blushing as you looked up into his warm hazel eyes.

"It's all because I worry about you.." you say and he nods knowing that already and feeling really grateful for you in his life. He kissed your forehead lovingly and then your lips.

"I've never had anybody worry about me the way you do preciosa..so please never stop no matter what I say" he asks and you smiled nodding you head before moving up on top of him and kissing your his chin to his lips sideways to his cheek and finally to his ear.

"I promise.." you whisper into his ear before kissing around his stitched and he let you smiling wide enjoying every second of attention you were giving him now.

"What are you doing with me preciosa.." he said with a smirk and you looked into his eyes blushing while kissing him lips again feeling his strong biceps with your arms.

"Helping you recover mi rey.." you said and Pablo felt proud as he smirked nodding his head and letting you do as he please knowing that he made the right decision coming back home to his love.

#pablo gavi x you #fc barca #fc barcelona #fc barça #gavi #gavigif #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi #pablo gavi icons #gavira #pablo gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #pablogavixreaderfluff #pablogavixreadersmut

[burgundybmw]

Teenage Dream

Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader

Word Count: 8,643

Warnings: Smut (if you are under 18, or not a fan of it, don’t read in between the ***. this fic is mostly plot, so skipping it won't make things confusing moving forward), Drunk Fingering (I don’t condone this, but they’re the same level of intoxicated, and there is enthusiastic consent given the circumstances), Mentions of past bad sexual encounter (not SA, not Steve), Steve's shitty Dad (allusions to abusive parenting, very brief), This is mostly very fluffy!

Summary: Y/N Harrington, née Hopper, is trying to navigate her life as a newly married woman. Telling the people she loves how Steve and her got drunk and married in Vegas, figuring out what their next steps are gonna be, and moving the Byers to California. Steve and Y/N decide to follow them on the drive to help them move, and Y/N finds herself caught between falling for her husband, and guarding her heart from him.

Author’s Note: This is Part 2 of Waking Up in Vegas! I got so much love for that fic I decided to make this, and there will be a third and final part titled Dark Horse, so stay tuned for that!

Also, I originally wrote the smut scene in one shot, then Tumblr decided to pull some bullshit and deleted it. I spent over an hour trying to get it back with no success, so I had to rewrite it. I hope you guys like it, I’ve never written smut before, and now I've done it twice.

Y/N Hopper always had a vision of what her wedding day would look like. She imagined her dad walking her down the aisle, tears clearly visible in his eyes, but he would deny their existence. She would wear a beautiful white dress, lace, maybe some tulle. A full bouquet of flowers and a long veil covering her face. She imagined the ceremony out somewhere in nature, with flowers both natural and store bought surrounding them. Everyone she loves all gathered together, and the groom would wait for her at the other end of the aisle. Y/N didn't know if he'd be crying too, or if he would have a big giddy smile on his face, maybe a mixture of both. His eyes were always filled with love when she thought about it. They would say their hand written vows, a love letter to each other, before they would say I Do. There would be a kiss, and he would dip her with such flare like it was straight out of the movies. Well, at least the last one came true.

The night Y/N Hopper, now Y/N Harrington, got married she barely remembered it. A drunken fiasco in Las Vegas. Steve was her husband now, by law. Apparently, the state of Nevada doesn't accept severe intoxication as a valid reason to null the marriage. The newlyweds spent the Sunday after the wedding trying to figure out what their next move was. They both decided to wait until they got back to Hawkins to tell people what happened. From there they were sure the news would spread around town.

Steve insisted on replacing the class ring with two gold bands. He said that if they were legally married they should look married, and Y/N agreed. She asked him why he wanted to, considering they'd divorce as quickly as they could when they got home. Steve got quiet then, until he said that despite being near black out drunk when he did it, he made a vow to her. He would be loyal to her until the divorce went through, and he wanted other people to know that too. Y/N was speechless, she thought he wouldn't want to be tied down to her. Y/N told him he was free do whatever he wanted, that just because they were technically married that didn't mean she wanted to be his ball and chain. Steve looked offended when she said it, and he told her to never refer to herself as that again. They were friends, best friends, she would never be a ball and chain to him. They were partners in crime now, until they signed the papers that said they weren't. After they bought the gold bands she kept his class ring on a chain around her neck, she didn't know why, maybe for sentimental value.

The return to Hawkins was a nightmare. Steve called everyone and had them meet at his house, his parents were out of town and he had the space. That's when they broke the news about what happened. Dustin was the most upset, he said he wanted to be Steve's best man at his wedding, and was sad that he wasn't invited. It took 15 minutes for him to calm down, and Steve told him that he would be his best man the next time he had a ceremony. It was interesting, how he said it. Not a new marriage, or a new wife... a new ceremony. Y/N didn't know what he meant by that, but she didn't question it.

Robin couldn't stop herself from laughing, she was in tears, absolutely hysterical. She wanted to know all of the dirty details, and Steve told her he'd talk to her in private later. Y/N liked Robin, she was a cool girl, but she couldn't help feel a bit threatened by her. Steve and her got very close very quickly, and she felt like she was being replaced. She never told Steve any of this, and she never will.

Nancy had walked out of the room after Y/N and Steve had first said they were married, Jonathan following closely behind. Steve had watched her leave, and it nearly tore Y/N to shreds. She didn't doubt Nancy was happy with Jonathan, but there was a part of her that believed that Nancy might have regretted breaking up with Steve. That maybe he was the right person, but it wasn't the right time. He was her first love, and that kind of love stays with you. Y/N had a feeling, a rotten feeling deep down inside her, that as soon as the divorce papers were finalized Steve would realize that he should be with Nancy. That it would light a fire under his ass and he would try to win her back. She would still be friends with him if that happened, but it would gut her to see them together again. It took while for Jonathan to convince Nancy to come back, so they could finished explaining what happened. She didn't look upset, but Nancy was always good under pressure.

Eleven, Mike, Lucas, and Max were the most confused out of everyone. They gave Steve a bit of shit for it, but were overall quiet throughout the conversation. Joyce on the other hand had a lot to say.

Joyce told everyone to leave before she sat down and lectured the newlyweds. How much of a responsibility marriage is, how it's not something you can do on a whim. Y/N could tell she was disappointed in them, even if she tried not to show it. It was the type of concern only a mother would have for her kids, and she was a mother figure to Y/N ever since the demogorgon first appeared in Hawkins. When Hopper died, she checked in with Y/N daily. She told her that she could move to California with the rest of the Byers family, but Y/N turned it down. She couldn't leave the little cabin she lived in with her dad. Now with the money she won from Vegas, she could finally fix it up. It's what her dad would have wanted. In the end, Joyce told her and Steve she loved them both and would be there for them every step of the way, whatever they decided.

Murray had only one thing to say, and Y/N still didn't understand what he meant. He said "I was right before, and I don't doubt I will be right again." Murray had always been cryptic, so Y/N didn't waist energy trying to figure it out. Once they all left for the evening, Steve asked Y/N to stay. His parents would be home from his father's business trip in a couple days, and he still had no idea what he was going to say to them. Y/N could tell Steve was terrified of talking to his dad, so she stayed the night. They came up with a plan, and it completely went to shit.

The day the Harringtons came home Y/N and Steve were in the living room waiting for them. The other Mr. and Mrs. Harrington were puzzled as to why Y/N was there, Steve had told them to sit down, and that's when hell broke loose.

"I'll pay for it." Mr. Harrington had said, voice cold and unnerving. Steve hadn't even opened his mouth to tell them what happened when his dad interrupted.

"I'm sorry, pay for what?" Y/N asked.

"The abortion. I'll pay for it. That's what this is about right? My idiot son knocked you up? There's no shot in hell you're keeping it, so I'll pay for it to get taken care of." He said it with no emotion in his voice, like he was talking about doing his taxes. Steve tightened his grip around Y/N's hand, he had been holding it ever since they heard the keys jingle in the door.

"First of all, if Y/N was pregnant that would be her choice. Not yours. Ever. Second of all, she's not. That's not what this is about." Steve said with barely contained anger.

"Thank god, the thought of you as a father would make all the hair on my head turn gray." Mr. Harrington said in relief. Now it was Y/N's turn to get angry.

"Steve would be an excellent father. Now, a year from now, or 10 plus years from now. You should see how he is with the kids, he's amazing with them. He always makes sure they're safe and happy, and they all adore him. I am so proud to see how much Steve has grown over the past few years, and you should be too." Y/N said, her voice strong and unwavering. Steve looked at her like she hung the moon for him, and his mother saw it. Then she noticed the rings on their fingers.

"What did you two do?" Mrs. Harrington said in shock. She pointed the rings to her husband, and the man became as pale as a ghost.

"We're married. It wasn't planned, and we're still figuring it all out, what to do next, but we both thought you should know." Steve said calmly. The silence was thick around them, before Mr. Harrington stood up and walked to the kitchen. He poured himself a three fingers of bourbon and swallowed it all in one gulp.

"Y/N you should leave, I need to speak with my son alone." He sounded angry, a quiet angry, dangerous angry.

"Anything you can say to him you can say to me. We're in this together." Y/N stood up in front of Steve, who was still sitting on the couch. She had fought monsters from a different dimension for three years now, this man didn't scare her in the slightest.

"Go Y/N." Steve said quietly. She turned around, a protest at the ready on her lips, before she saw the look on his face. He had a thousand yard stare, looking into the distance like he knew what was about to happen, and he didn't want her to see it.

"But Steve-"

"Go. It's alright. I'll.. I'll talk to you later okay?" Steve interrupted. His eyes on her now, begging her to listen to him. Y/N didn't want to leave, she wanted to be there for him, but Steve was shaking his head at her. His pretty lips were sucked between his teeth, he looked scared. Y/N saw Steve walk into so many fights, ones where he thought he could win, and ones he knew he would lose, but every time he had a brave face. Not this time.

"Listen to him girl. Go. This is a family matter." said Mr. Harrington.

"I am family now. I married your son." Mr. Harrington looked vicious after she said it. "But if Steve wants me to leave, I'll respect his wishes." She got on her knees in front of Steve, she placed the hand where the shiny gold band rested on her finger on his knee, and looked up at him.

"Are you sure?" She asked, voice soft and patient. Steve nodded, and with a sigh Y/N got up to leave. She told him to call her if he needed anything and went to drive home.

A few hours later Y/N heard a knock on the cabin door, or what was left of it. There was plain plywood covering all of the holes, but you could still get in and out with little issue. She opened the door to find Steve standing there, his face was red and blotchy but he looked alright otherwise. Y/N let him in and gave him a hug, and the pained gasp he let out when she squeezed him tight made her heart break. Steve told her he didn't want to talk about it, but Y/N had an idea about what happened. They had banana splits for dinner.

Steve stayed inside the damaged cabin for a few days, and Y/N did everything within her power to take care of him. When he asked why she was doing so much for him, she said that's what wives do. They take care of their husbands. Steve went quiet, but when Y/N sat down on the couch after trying to turn the new TV she bought on, he wrapped an arm around her, and kissed the side of her temple. They didn't talk about it, Y/N didn't want to pry and Steve didn't mention it. Things got better after that.

Steve and Robin got hired at the Hawkins Family Video, Steve came home to Y/N with a giant smile on his face. Y/N had hired a contractor to fix the cabin, and she was assisting the process. They both decided it was cause to celebrate, so they went out to dinner to Enzo's. Steve talked about how excited he was to work with Robin again, and Y/N bit down the jealousy that rose in her throat. She was happy for Steve, truly and honestly, but she couldn't help it. Y/N told him she was considering taking up the newly hired Chief Powell's offer for being a secretary at the station. He told her that with all of the recent events Hawkins, they could use the extra help. Y/N knew it was because they pitied her, but she was gonna take it anyway. Steve was overjoyed, and that night they went back to the cabin and shared a bottle of Merlot he swiped from his Mom's wine fridge. They both ended up passing out in Y/N's twin sized bed, but neither of them complained.

It was a couple of months into Steve and Y/N's marriage, and the idea of hiring a divorce lawyer kept getting pushed back.

"We'll call them next week." Steve had said at the beginning of August. It was October now. Joyce had bought a new house in California, and they all helped the Byers, plus Eleven, pack up the house. Y/N had asked her sister if she wanted to stay with her in Hawkins, but Eleven had simply said that she was her sister, not her Mama, and that was the end of that.

Y/N was going to follow them on the road to California, and Steve didn't hesitate to come with her. It took a lot of groveling, but Keith gave him the time off. So now they were sitting in Steve's burgundy BMW, on the I-40 heading to Lenora Hills.

Steve was behind the wheel, fingers tapping mindlessly to a random Queen song that was playing on the radio. Y/N had her feet on the dash, the window was down so she could feel the cool desert night air on her face. It was day two of the drive, and they'd been on the road all day following behind the Byers moving truck. They were somewhere in New Mexico, maybe Arizona, Y/N had stopped paying attention to the road signs back in Oklahoma.

That was until she saw a sign that read 500 miles to Las Vegas.

"Should we take a detour?" Steve asked, eyes filled with boyish humor as he looked where Y/N sat.

"Oh ha ha, very funny Stevie." Y/N groaned, fiddling with the gold band on her finger.

"Just a thought, what's the worst thing that could happen?" Steve replied. Y/N looked over to Steve and watched him as he drove, his eyes were half lidded with poorly hidden exhaustion, but he had a small smile on his face as he looked towards the endless road in front of him.

"Well, I don't think we could get drunk married twice. But who knows where another night getting sloshed in Vegas could lead, I might wind up pregnant." Y/N said before she could stop herself. Over the course of the past couple of months, neither Steve nor Y/N brought up what happened that night, when they both got back to the hotel room. Both of them assumed the other didn't remember, but they both knew. Y/N thought about that night often, she could never forget it. That night was burned into the back of her mind forever.

***

Steve couldn't stop touching her. His hands were everywhere, gripping, pulling, caressing every inch of Y/N's body as he kissed her. Y/N had her leg wrapped around his waist as she ran her fingers through his hair, it was just as soft as she thought it was. They were both in the elevator heading back to their hotel room, the duffle bag of winnings kept banging into Y/N's hip, but neither of them cared. Their drunken minds too preoccupied with each other than their surroundings.

Y/N could vaguely hear the chimes of the elevator going up each floor, but she could barely pay attention to it when Steve started trailing kisses down her neck. Every nerve in her body was singing, she could feel the stubble on his chin drag across the plains of her skin. He started sucking on her neck, and Y/N couldn't control the moan that left her throat.

"Steve." Y/N whined, and he only stopped leaving the mark on her throat to groan as she said his name.

"Say it again." Steve ordered, voice husky and slightly slurred. He bit down on curve of her neck, and Y/N felt her knees buckle.

"Steve!" She moaned, so loud she was sure everyone in the building could hear what they were doing.

"Fuck, don't stop." Steve pressed his leg in between Y/N's open thighs, and that's when she felt it. The length of his hard cock was pressed against her, straining against his black dress pants. She slid her hips against it, heat pooling deep inside of her.

"Steve, Steve, Steve." She chanted as she rubbed herself against him. Steve started kissing her again, it was sloppy, wet, filled with tongue and teeth. Y/N didn't want it to stop.

The doors of the elevator opened, and he didn't hesitate to drag her across the hallway to the door of their room. They kept switching places with each passing door, with either Steve shoving Y/N against the wall or her shoving him. When they finally got to the door Steve let out a groan.

"We, fuck, we.. we never found my key." Steve whined.

"I have... I have mine. It's, uh, it's in my purse." Y/N replied as she turned away from him to open the door.

"You're a fucking genius Y/N. A goddamn, miracle." Steve said as he wrapped his arms around her middle, pressing his chest against her back. Y/N struggled to open the door, her mind fuzzy with alcohol and the feeling of Steve's cock pressed against her ass. She finally got the door open, and he all but shoved her inside.

It was a bit of a blur then, she remembers Steve throwing the duffle bag somewhere on the couch, and Y/N complaining that she felt sweaty. That's when she remembered Steve filling the hot tub, Y/N was on her knees trying to take off his jacket. She slowly peeled off every layer of his clothing until he was left in his boxers and socks. Y/N could see the tent that formed inside his white Calvin's, a wet spot at the very tip. She wanted to lick it.

"Turn around baby." Steve instructed. Y/N followed his order and turned away from him, he slowly unzipped her dress and lifted it over her head, tossing it somewhere in the room. She turned back around and Steve started kissing her again. The tub was full then, and he slowly stepped inside, leading her to join him. She didn't stop kissing him once.

The tub was warm and bubbly, Y/N was straddling Steve's lap, her hips grinding against him. She didn't know if it was her that was moaning or him, but she didn't care either way. She just had to keep touching him. She felt like if she stopped touching him, Steve was going to disappear.

"Can, shit, can I?" Steve asked, his fingers flicking the band of Y/N's bra. She nodded and started kissing him again, but he stopped her.

"I-I need to hear you say it. Please baby, I need to hear it." Steve begged.

"Yes, please, Steve, please." Y/N whined, kissing him between every word. She could feel him smile through the kiss as he skillfully undid her bra. She felt the straps slowly fall down her shoulders, before it started to float away in the jets. Y/N pressed her bare chest against his, not once stopping the slow rhythm of her hips as she grinded against him.

Steve had one hand gripping her hip tightly, while the other moved up to touch her chest. Y/N could feel the smooth touch of his fingertips as they lightly dusted across her nipple. She couldn't control the full body shiver she let out, and she couldn't control the loud moan that left her lips when Steve lowered his mouth to lick it.

Y/N let her head fall back with a whine, wanton and desperate. She arched her back, and Steve planted wet kisses across both of her breasts.

"Y/N, f-fuck, please. Can I please touch you." Steve begged in her chest, his kisses trailing upwards again towards her neck. "I'm gonna make a mess in here if you keep movin' like that. Please baby, let me touch you. I'll make it sooo good for you, I promise Y/N. Just let me in." She could hardly think, she was hot, too hot. All she could feel was heat, inside her, around her, just so much heat.

"Yes, yes please. I don't care if it hurts, just touch me." Y/N pleaded.

The first and only time Y/N had sex was when she was 17. His name was Sean McLaughlin, a rookie cop at the Hawkins police department. He used to flirt with her when she'd visit her dad at the station, he was freshly 19. He asked her out on a couple dates, and she hid it from her dad, his boss. She lost her virginity in the back of his pick up truck out by Lover's Lake. It hurt at first, and didn't feel very good throughout, but he said that was normal for girls. And she believed him. It was a week later that Sean announced he was leaving Hawkins for Indianapolis, she never heard from him again.

"Hurts? What, uh, what are you talking about?" Steve asked, his kisses coming to a complete stop.

"It's supposed to hurt for girls, I- I know. It's okay, as long as it's you." Y/N replied. She looked down to see Steve staring at her, his half lidded eyes sad and angry. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, caging her to him.

"I don't know who the fuck told you that bullshit, but it's not supposed to hurt. It's supposed to feel good." Steve replied. Y/N didn't want to ruin the moment, so she rubbed her hips against Steve's length, hard, and swallowed the choked gasp that escaped his lips.

"Then show me Stevie, show me how it's meant to be." Y/N whispered in his ear, pulling the lobe in between her teeth.

Steve wasted zero time in pulling her white lace panties off of her. She could feel the delicate fabric slowly inch down, before she was forced to lift her hips out of the water. He struggled to get them off for a moment, and it made Y/N giggle watching his face warp in frustration, like her underwear personally offended him. Once they were finally free off of her body, Steve swung the damp fabric around his finger, a smug smile on his face. He pulled the string back like a sling shot, and launched it to the other side of the room. Before Y/N could complain, Steve brought his lips against hers. Her head was spinning, and all she could focus on was the feeling of Steve’s fingers trailing down her middle.

His touch was feather light as he ghosted her skin, she barely felt him grace the trimmed hairs between her legs. Y/N desperately wanted him to move quicker, press harder. She tried to grind against his hand, but the firm grip he had on her hip kept in her place. She was stuck, and had to be patient.

Steve's fingers were slow, moving with a purpose. She felt them tread lightly against her pussy, warm and wet from the bubbling water around her. She was whining, begging him to do something. He chuckled, and finally gave in. She felt him flip his wrist and cup her right where she wanted him, his palm pressing hard against her clit.

"Yes, yes, more, please, please, please." Y/N was babbling, desperate and shameless with her begging. Steve kept his hand there, gently moving it up and down against her.

"You want some more sweet girl?" Steve hummed, perfectly content with keeping his pace. He was driving Y/N crazy.

"Yes, God, Steve, more I-I need more." That's when she felt it, his long finger pushing inside of her. Steve's thumb was rubbing gentle circles on her clit, pumping the digit slowly in and out, in, and, out. Y/N tried to lift her hips up, slide up and down on his hand, but Steve's grip never faltered. She loved it, she hated, she needed him to get a move on.

"Fuck, Steve." She whined, Steve finally letting up on his grip as he pushed another finger inside her. Y/N began bounding on his hand, back arched and chest fully on display in front of his face. He left kisses everywhere he could touch, maintaining a steady rhythm with his fingers.

Everything was too much, too much and not enough. She could feel her tits bouncing with every thrust of her hips, moans and whines escaping from her mouth without her control. She had never felt like this before, sexy, reeling with pleasure. Y/N ran her fingers through Steve's hair, and pulled.

"Fuuck, that's it Y/N, good girl. Keep going, s-shit, you're squeezin' the life out of me." Steve groaned, his pace growing faster and faster, pumping in and out of her. He could feel how soft, warm, and wet she was, how incredible she looked in the throws of ecstasy. He was sucking on her neck, gripping her ass as she rode his hand. Y/N didn't think anything could ever feel this good, that was, until Steve curled his fingers and pressed on something so deep inside her it felt like she was about to explode.

"Yes! Steve, Steve, right there. Don't stop, please, right there, right there. Fuck, don't stop!" Screw the hotel, Y/N was moaning so loud surely all of Las Vegas could hear her. Something was building inside her. Her pussy was pulsing, throbbing, with every thrust of Steve's fingers. A molten heat was spreading thick in her veins. She was on the razor's edge of bliss, she just needed a little more, just a little more and she'd be there.

"You close sweet girl? Gonna cum for me? You're doing soo fucking good, baby. Please Y/N, fuck let me see it. I need to see it. Cum for me. Let me see my wife cum on her husband's fingers." Steve begged, his fingers maintaining the same mind melting rhythm inside of her. A few more thrusts and she was over the edge, waves of intense pleasure washing over her. She was cumming harder than she ever had before, it just went on and on and on as he worked her through it.

"There it is, perfect, fucking sublime. You look so gorgeous like this Y/N. Oh God, I could do this all day, every day, all fucking night. Watch you cum over and over again, I'd never get tired of it. So good, you did so good for me." Steve praised, pressing gentle kisses on her face. She never felt this good before, didn't think she'd ever feel this good again. It was so much, it filled her, consumed her whole. The waves trickled down as Steve slowed his fingers, Y/N's body collapsing into him.

She remembers Steve pulling his fingers out of her, and asking her something. She didn't remember what he said, but she did remember him softly chuckling to himself as he clumsily carried her out of the tub. His legs wobbly and unsteady as he grabbed a towel for her.

Steve got her dressed and tucked her into bed, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before he walked away. Y/N was barely conscious, but she would never forget watching him walk to the bathroom, sopping wet boxers clinging to his ass. She watched him slowly lower them onto the tile floor, before taking his cock in hand and finishing himself off. Y/N could see Steve's beautiful face through his reflection on the bathroom mirror, gorgeous chest and stomach on display, but not what laid underneath. She felt like a voyeur, watching Steve pleasure himself, but her drunken mind didn't care. She needed to see him cum, see what he looked like when he did.

After a few minutes she got her wish. Steve came into the palm of his own hand, his pretty pink lips in the shape of an 'o' as he did. He threw all of himself into it, head back, throat exposed, spine arched in bliss. Steve was vocal. Deep moans, whines and groans escaping his lips as he came.

It was rapturous, and Y/N passed out seconds later.

***

"Don't want to start on our six little Harringtons quite yet Y/N?" Steve jested as he drove. Y/N shook herself out of the fantasy, it wasn't the time nor place for a lustful stroll down memory lane.

"Please, I'm pretty sure we'd put your father in an early grave if I came home from this trip knocked up." She said with a note of relief. Y/N was grateful that their friendship hadn't been ruined, despite the colossal elephant in the room. Getting married was one thing, hooking up was something else entirely. You could write the marriage off as a drunken mistake, but the intimacy they shared in that tacky hotel room couldn't be, at least not for her.

Y/N wasn't naive, she knew Steve had experience. He had girlfriends, casual hook ups, a one night stand or more. It shouldn't bother her, didn't bother her, but it was different for Y/N. Her one experience was nothing compared to what she did with Steve. He took care of her, in more ways than one, and took nothing from her for himself. That night tilted Y/N's world on its axis, and the gravitational pull she felt for Steve only got stronger when her memories of that night returned to her. She feared that Steve was becoming her Sun, and she the lonely moon, basking in his light as she's drawn into him by a magnetic pull. Bit by bit Steve was placing himself as the center of her universe, but two celestial bodies don't make a solar system. She was just one fragment of Steve's life, and the thought ate away at her like an all consuming black hole.

"You're probably right. Wouldn't want to send my old man to meet his maker just yet, what a horrible tragedy that would be." Steve said, heavy sarcasm strung throughout. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of her situation. Here she was, driving to California with her legal husband Steve Harrington, joking around about having kids and his shitty dad. It made her miss her own father terribly, and suddenly she didn't feel like laughing anymore. She took her legs off the dash and put them in their rightful place on the car floor, all of the easy going feelings draining from her as she sunk her head into the leather headrest.

Steve noticed her quick change of mood, of course he did. He reached over and lightly grabbed the inside of her thigh, just above her knee, rubbing soft circles with his thumb. An innocent touch filled with affection, but Y/N couldn't stop the brief shiver that traveled down her spine. It was so similar to how it was that night.

"Your Dad would be proud of you, ya know." he consoled, "How good you are with El, your work at the station, all that jazz."

"You'd think he'd be proud of me for getting wasted and hitched in Vegas?" Y/N mused, turning her head to face Steve once again. His eyes quickly switched from her to the road, but even in the dark she could see the top of Steve's ear turn pink.

"I'm pretty sure your Dad would have kicked my ass. Shit, I'm almost positive if Mike wasn't 14 he would have knocked him around a bit, so there would be absolutely zero hope for me." Steve began, "You on the other hand? I think he'd just avoid the subject all together and pretend it didn't exist. Hopper didn't seem the type do well with awkward emotional stuff."

"You're certainly right about that one. He had to consult Joyce on anything that required sensitivity after Mom left." Y/N chuckled, "There was this one time, I was around El's age, and I had a massive crush on this boy." Steve whipped his head to face her, eyes scrunched and moody.

"Who?" He asked as he nearly drove the car into the oncoming traffic lane. He adjusted quickly, but Y/N was too busy laughing at him to notice. He sounded like a startled owl when he said it.

"Don't get pissy at me when I tell you." Y/N chastised, even though she knew he would.

"Christ, who was it?" Steve groaned. A part of her didn't want to tell him, but it wouldn't be fair to keep secrets from her legal husband.

"Jonathan Byers." Y/N stated, and it took everything within Steve to not slam his foot on the breaks.

"Jonathan?! Seriously Y/N?!" He complained.

"I told you not to get pissy at me when I told you." Y/N said as she rolled her eyes, knowing the theatrics Steve was about to bestow upon her.

"What is it about Jonathan fucking Byers that gets him all this attention. I mean Jesus Y/N, he was a year below you, how did you even notice him?" Steve tried to control the obvious jealousy in his voice, but he was clearly failing at it.

"Nancy was a year below you and you noticed her." Y/N had a point there, so Steve thought it would be best to keep his mouth shut. "Besides it was 8th grade, that's like ancient history."

"What did Hopper ask Joyce about?" Steve begrudgingly asked, too curious for his own damn good.

"Well as I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted." Steve rolled his eyes, but let her continue on with her story. "I had a huge crush on Jonathan. It all started when he complimented my Science Fair project on general relativity."

"Was that the one where you made outer space out of yarn? With the lead ball and magnets?" Y/N was surprised that he remembered it. The Science Fair was mandatory for all 7th and 8th graders, only of handful of kids got really into it. She spent weeks weaving her own version of the fabric of space, finding different balls with various sizes and weights to display how mass affects gravity. Only a couple of kids showed up to her display, but she didn't remember seeing Steve.

"Yea, how did you know?" Y/N asked, pausing her story once again.

"My display was across from yours. I had the really shitty baking soda volcano, it barely worked." Steve reminisced, "Anyway, continue on about how Jonathan Byers stole your heart over Einstein." He sounded a bit too jaded, but it was too late to dwell on it now.

"Well, he walked up to my display and asked me a bunch of questions on relativity. He was the first person, besides my Dad, who seemed to actually give a shit about what I had to say. It was instant butterflies." Y/N continued on, "I nursed this crush until Valentine's Day, I made him this really dumb card that said You Matter A Lot To Me with three cylinders, but instead of circle particles for each state of matter they were hearts." Hopper lost his mind with how much glitter she spilled on the living room carpet after she was finished with her card. It took weeks to get most of it out, but for years later she'd find a random speck of red glitter floating around as a reminder.

"Let me guess, he didn't like the card?" Steve would never understand it if he didn't, if she made him a card like that he'd put it on a frame on his nightstand till the end of time.

"No, I never gave it to him. I was about to put it in his locker when I saw him give Stacey Maloney a Valentine's Day card. My little 14 year old heart shattered, and I came crying home to Dad. He was completely clueless." Y/N giggled at the memory, "So he calls up Joyce, and after a brief argument of him asking why her son hurt his daughters feelings, he asked her what he should do. I don't know what she told him, but he took me out for ice cream and said I shouldn't cry over a dumb boy because he didn't like me. He tried to do this whole analogy thing about princes and ogres, but I think he got lost in the metaphor. It made me feel better though."

"And I'm assuming Jonathan was the ogre in that situation?" Steve snickered.

"Yea, he was. Does that make you feel better Stevie?" Y/N teased, amused by his thinly veiled annoyance.

"Oh yea, totally." Steve replied with a laugh, "I'm sure where ever Hopper is right now, he's glad you didn't accidentally marry an ogre."

"Does that make you the Prince then?" Meaning the words more seriously than they sounded. Steve looked over to her, a charming smile on his face.

"His excellency, Prince Harrington, at your service."

Steve and Y/N made it to Lenora Hills later than they thought. By the time they unloaded the moving truck it was past dark. Joyce thought the pull out couch she bought would have been delivered by the time they got there, but it never arrived. She felt horrible, apologizing ad nauseam to the two of them, but they didn't mind it. Steve reassured her that they would find a motel somewhere and help them finish unpacking in the morning, and after a few more I'm so sorry's, they were off on the search for a neon vacancy sign. They ended up finding a beachfront motel 30 minutes away that didn't look too bad. Steve took care of booking the room while Y/N dipped her toes into the ocean water.

She had never seen the ocean before, not in person. It was a deep rich navy blue, ripples of bright moonlight scattered across its surface. Y/N thought she could sit and stare at the open ocean for hours.

"I took care of the room, so we're all set there. I saw a convenience store a couple blocks back that looked open, if you want I could grab us something to snack on before bed." Steve said as stood beside her, Nike sneakers in hand.

"Can we eat on the beach? It's a pretty nice night, seems like a waste to stay inside." Y/N asked, eyes still facing the ocean waters. She didn't notice that Steve's eyes weren't focused on the picturesque scenery around them, they were locked on her as she stared at sea in wonder.

"For sure, sweet girl. Anything you want." Y/N felt the heat rush to her cheeks from the endearment, but before she could comment on it Steve handed her the room key and made his way to the car.

The motel room was simple in design, nothing like the room they shared in Vegas. The walls were light blue, cheap art of surf boards and seashells decorated the walls. There was a mini fridge, a small TV, and a circle table big enough for two next to the door. There was one queen sized bed in the center, and Y/N sighed to herself at the bizarre familiarity of it all. Steve had already carried their bags inside, and took the initiative of putting away their toiletries away in the bathroom.

She hopped in the shower to rinse off the sand and grime from a long day's drive, the warm water rejuvenating her skin. As she went through her routine her minded wandered to thoughts Steve, as she often did these days. The way he spoke to her, about her, throughout the trip was bittersweet. It was as if they were a real young married couple. When they stopped for gas she heard him ask the cashier if they had any Reese’s Cups in stock. He told the clerk that they were his wife’s favorite, and no Reese’s Pieces were not the same: “the Mrs. is very particular about her chocolate.”

He did that a lot, refer to her as his wife, refer to himself as her husband. She knew he took the vow seriously, as temporary as it would be, but every time he said it, the lines she so carefully drew in stone were whisked away like the sandy beach just outside their motel room door. Y/N battled with herself about whether or not she should tell him to stop. She wanted to tell him that every time he said it, she wished it were true. That they did everything right, fell in love, went steady, got married with all of their loved ones around them. It was a reminder that even though she had what she wanted, it wasn’t real. It was a drunken mistake, Steve would leave her the second the divorce papers were signed. The more he referred to her as his wife, the less she wanted to be known as his friend. Y/N didn’t think she could handle the heartbreak of losing the man of her dreams while she still had his last name. She never told Steve this, but a few weeks before they left for California she legally changed her name to Harrington. The new driver’s license sat heavy in her wallet, knowing she’d have to change it back eventually. Y/N told herself that it just made things easier until they could call a lawyer, but deep down she knew she wanted proof that on some level, she belonged to Steve, and he belonged to her.

“Y/N? You there?” Steve’s voice rang out through the small motel room.

“Finishing up in the shower Stevie, be right out!” Y/N wrapped her body with a towel and walked outside the bathroom. Steve was scavenging his duffle bag for the beach towel they packed, the six packs of beer and plastic bags filled with goodies he bought from the convenience store scattered around him. She casually waltzed over to her bag and grabbed a pair of jeans and the sweatshirt she stole from Steve after their Vegas trip, and went back to the bathroom to get changed.

"Did you pack the beach towel?" Steve asked after he dumped the contents of his duffle bag on the ground.

"It's in your black duffle bag at the bottom." Y/N shouted from the bathroom as she pulled her legs through her jeans, jumping a bit as she pulled the belt loops up. They were her favorite Levi's, and she shrunk them by accident at the laundromat. They still fit, but they hugged her hips and thighs tighter then normal.

"I just checked and it's not in there." Steve groaned, roughly shoving the stuff back in the bag.

"It's in your other black duffle, with the white seams, not black." Y/N was almost finished getting ready, all she needed to do was roughly blow dry her hair. Steve packed hers specifically, it was another thing she was particular about.

"It's not here." Steve said as he walked into the bathroom, hands on his hips and a grumpy look on his face. Y/N playfully rolled her eyes, Steve could be so dramatic at times. She didn't notice that the frustrated look disappeared as he checked out her ass in the jeans she wore, a pair that quickly became Steve's favorite.

"We put it in the back of the trunk remember? Pretty sure the miniature hospital kit you keep back there is blocking it." She giggled as she finished up with her hair. Steve quickly shot his eyes back up to her face, not wanting to get caught by his stare.

"I've had my ass kicked one too many times to not keep a first aid kit back there. Besides, with all the little buttheads we supervise you can never be too careful." Steve sounded slightly peeved, but there was no denying he would drop everything for those kids if they needed him. Steve walked outside the motel room in search for the duffle bag, and Y/N took inventory of all the stuff Steve bought. There were two six packs of Corona, chilled to the touch from the fridge, a couple of limes, a large bag of tortilla chips, a jar of spicy salsa, and two packs of Reese's cups. All of her favorite things. It scared her a bit, how much Steve knew her. It wasn't the same fear she felt when facing the demogorgon, demodogs, or Mind Flayer, it was the type of fear of being known so well by one person, despite trying so hard to keep yourself guarded.

"You were right, right there in the trunk. I swear I'd be lost without ya Y/N." Steve joked as he swung the large beach towel over his shoulder. Her heart warmed by his words, and she desperately wanted him to mean them the way she did.

"Sure, Stevie. Whatever you say." Y/N said with barely contained fondness.

The two of them made their way to the beach, the moon and stars the only sources of light on their path. Steve carefully laid out the towel and scattered their convenience store bounty on top. They both sat down and dug into their feast. Steve cut open a lime with the Swiss army knife he carried on his keychain, struggling a bit before finally releasing two wedges to put inside the bottles of Corona. They made a toast to a successful drive, and sat in a comfortable silence as they ate.

They cleared through both six packs, feeling a bit tipsy from the alcohol and light food in their stomachs. Steve was telling a story about the first and and last time he saw the ocean, before this trip together. It was his freshman year in high school, his parents were on one of their many business trips and made him come along. Normally Steve would stay home with a sitter, but his dad's business partner was bringing his daughter along and thought they could spend time together. Her name was Jenny Connors, and she was his first girlfriend.

"So Jenny and I spent the day at the beach. I wanted to go swim in the ocean but she wanted nothing to do with it. She said she didn't want to ruin her hair, or something. Which I get 'cause, well, it's me. I take great pride in my hair, but she wouldn't even let me go in the water 'cause she didn't want to be alone. I was so bummed out 'cause that was the one thing I was excited about that whole trip." Steve went on, "Dad said it was my job to make her happy, so I just did whatever she wanted. Took her on dates and shopping and shit, which is fine, but she didn't wanna do anything I brought up. We just never clicked ya know? Don't know why I wasted so much time with her." Steve took a long sip of this last beer, finishing the bottle off. His Adam's apple was bobbing up and down as he drank, Y/N was transfixed with the movement, before she forced herself to look away from him.

"Maybe because you were 15 and that's what 15 year olds do. They date." Y/N sounded slightly bitter, knowing she was the exception to the rule. She never wanted to casually date, there were hardly any boys that caught her eye. Her standards were impeccably high, and the one guy who did meet them was sitting right next to her, completely oblivious to her thoughts about him.

"Yea, I guess. Back then it was just something I thought you were supposed to do, I didn't take it seriously. But, I don't know... Never mind it's stupid." Steve mumbled.

"No, come on tell me." Y/N began, "I promise I won't think it's stupid." Steve laid down on the beach towel, eyes staring up into the sky. She laid down next to him, but couldn't help but stare at his face as he spoke.

"I always kinda imagined myself as a puzzle ya know? Like, there were a bunch of pieces of me that slowly got put together over time, and I knew there was always gonna be missing pieces if I didn't find them." Steve continued, "Like, the missing pieces weren't a part of me exactly, they were from other people. I found one when I started hanging around Dustin, and because of so many fucked up circumstances he wiggled his way into my puzzle. The little twerp is like a brother to me, and I can't imagine my life without him. Hell, each of the kids are puzzle pieces, and I know my future kids will be pieces too. There are more important pieces too, like you."

"Me?" Y/N breathed, heart pounding in her chest.

"Yea, of course. You're like, easily my favorite person Y/N. You're my best friend, but don't tell Robin or Dustin that, they'll flip." Steve chuckled, "But yea, you're a huge puzzle piece. You help make me a more complete puzzle."

Y/N was speechless. She had no idea she meant so much to him. It pained her a bit to listen to him refer to her as his best friend, despite it being true. He was her best friend too, but unlike Steve, she wanted to be so much more than that.

"You're a missing puzzle piece for me too, Stevie." It was the only thing Y/N thought to say without giving herself away. She leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, pushing past her sandy boundaries once again, and sat up on the blanket.

"It's getting late, we should head back." Y/N said as she tried to stand up, but Steve stopped her.

"Can we do something kind of stupid before we go to bed?" Steve asked as he held onto the sleeve of his old sweatshirt.

"What?" Y/N questioned with a tilt to her head.

"Can we just act like dumb kids for a bit? Go night swimming, stuff our faces with the candy I bought, and I don't know, build a pillow fort in the motel room or something? I just think... I think we had to grow up really fast. I just want hit pause for tonight, just for us." Y/N couldn't help but giggle at his odd request, but in that moment she thought there was nothing else in the world she wanted to do more. She could spend the rest of her life doing exactly that, hit pause on life so they could enjoy each other for awhile. It sounded like a dream.

"Yea Stevie, I'd love too."

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Bernadetta/Raphael with fluffy prompt 4?

Been editing a very long fic and remembered all these tiny fics sitting patiently in my drafts. Hope you all are having a lovely winter holiday!

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4: "Is that my sweater you're wearing?"

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It wasn't Bernadetta's sweater. It wasn't even close. Bernadetta didn't own anything made with yarn so thick or so yellow. Or anything this large. As soon as Bernadetta found the sweater in her laundry pile, she should have marched back to the clothesline and hung it up for the owner to retrieve. Stealing another student's clothing, even by accident, could only lead to trouble.

Instead, she found herself tugging the sweater over her head. It was enormous on her, more akin to a blanket with arms than a sweater, and the head hole nearly exposed her shoulders. But it was warm. Bernadetta found herself sinking into her bed with a sigh, legs scrunched up under the long hem.

It could be her sweater for the day, she decided. Just one day. Winter had settled thick over Garreg Mach, and Bernadetta was having trouble adjusting to the temperature. One day borrowing this sweater and its warmth-- then she'd give it back.

A week later, there was a knock on Bernadetta's dorm door.

Bernadetta jolted awake. She had been reading by the window, wrapped up in the sun-yellow sweater, but had apparently dozed off at some point. What time was it? Had she missed class? Was this the Professor coming to drag her to detention? What if she had missed a test and the Professor was going to make her do it in front of everyone?!

Bernadetta practically ran to answer the door. Flinging it open, she stuttered over a dozen apologies-- then her mouth snapped shut. "R-Raphael?" She managed through her shock.

Raphael grinned down at her. "Hey, Bernadetta! Sorry if I scared yah."

"T-That's okay." Heart still in her throat, Bernadetta opened the door a little wider. "What do you need?"

"I've been trying to figure out whose this is," Raphael said, holding up a small-- well, small compared to Raphael-- grey shirt. "I found it in my laundry this week and..." He trailed off, staring at Bernadetta. His eyebrows went up. "Is that my sweater you're wearing?"

Bernadetta covered her chest as if exposed. "No! I mean! Maybe! Give me that!"

Ripping the shirt from Raphael's hands, Bernadetta slammed the door. She quickly tore off the yellow sweater, pulled on the shirt, and opened the door again with her face burning. "Here! I'm sorry!" She thrust the sweater into Raphael before shutting the door for good.

Bernadetta groaned and rest her forehead against her door. What was she thinking, holding on to another student's clothes for so long? It should have been obvious it was Raphael's! Who else would have a sweater so big! And now he was going to tell everyone what a weirdo she was. Bernadetta the Clothes Stealer. That's what all of Garreg Mach would call her until graduation. No, no! Should couldn't let that happen!

Once again Bernadetta practically pulled the door off its hinges as she flung it open, intending on racing to Raphael and swearing him to secrecy by any means necessary--

Only to run into what felt like a brick wall.

Raphael was still standing exactly where Bernadetta had left him. He laughed when he saw her, a booming thing that threatened to knock snow from the porch roof.

"You can't go around like that!" He said with a wave at her measly grey shirt. "Here. I can let you borrow it a bit longer if you want."

And he held out the yellow sweater.

Stunned, Bernadetta took it, not even flinching when he laughed again. "That's sure to keep you nice an' warm! I'll see you in class later, alright?" With a wave, Raphael left. The crunch of his boots on the frozen grass had long since faded before Bernadetta finally went back inside her room. She put the sweater back on and sat down by the window, book in her lap.

Strange-- it was the same yellow sweater as a few minutes ago. But now it felt like a gift. It was warmer, softer even, knowing Raphael had wanted her to have it.

Sinking in her seat, Bernadetta ignored the blush on her face, and opened her book.

#bernadetta von varley #Raphael Kirsten #fire emblem three houses #raphetta #beagles run #theres one person in particular i know enjoys this ship and i hope they see this

[loubombshell]

Billy taking care of his sick girlfriend.

requested by @constellationsofthedark

Billy came home from work, exhausted and tired. He took out his black shoes and his jacket. He walked into the kitchen and took a look around, looking for his girlfriend.

Usually she already welcomed him by a bear hug at the door. All these stupid thoughts rushed through his mind. Did something happened? Didn't she make it home from work? Someone took her away from him?

His thoughts were interrupted by a sneeze, thank god.

"Y/n, is that you?" Billy asked.

"no, it's the monster under your bed. Of course it's me!" She said and coughed about her loud voice.

The man smirked a bit about her anger and walked into their living room. There she was, laying on the couch, surrounded by tissues and three big cups of camomile tea.

"Billy." She whined and looked over the couch, when she heard his heavy steps. "I'm sick." She explained, followed by another sneeze.

"My poor baby, what happened? Didn't you wear a jacket outside? I told you it's fucking freezing." He asked her and started cleaning up around her.

"I'm sorry." Y/n fell back down into the many fluffy pillows. "I'm so exhausted just by walking into the kitchen and back." She explained and looked after him.

Billy threw the trash into the kitchen and walked back to his girlfriend. "You should take a bath, you'll sweat everything out." He explained.

Y/n shook her head and groaned. "no, I can't make it to the bathroom." She told him.

The man raised an eyebrow amused and walked into the bathroom, turning the hot water on and light up some lavender candles, she loved so much. He added some eucalyptus oil into the water, for her nose and lungs.

He walked back to their couch and picked her easily up, carrying her into the bathroom and closed the door behind them, so the heat couldn't disappear. Billy sat her down onto the edge of the bathtub and started taking out her warm socks, followed by her pullover and later her underwear.

"You just waited for that, didn't you?" Y/n asked him smirking and Billy tried to hide a smirk, looking up to her.

"You're so weird when you're sick." Billy chuckled and sat her down into the warm water, kneeling next to the bathtub. He took a cloth and started rubbing her back up and down.

Y/n closed her eyes relaxed and took a deep breath in, finally smelling a bit lavender mixed with eucalyptus.

"You're definitely not going to work tomorrow, sweetheart. You'll stay at home and relax until you're feeling alright." Billy told her and Y/n looked to him.

"I really can't, they need me." She explained to him.

"Yes you can, if you're not doing it for you then do it for your colleagues, you don't want them to get sick too." Billy told her.

Y/n scoffed and turned back to the water, splashing a bit around.

After a few more minutes, she crawled out of the bathtub with the help of Billy and he wrapped her into a fluffy towel. He took her pyjama from the heater and get her dressed.

Both of them walked back into the living room and Billy sat her down onto the couch again, wrapping her into the next blanket and turned the TV on for her, starting a disney movie.

Next he walked into the kitchen and made her a tea and an fruit salad. "You need a lot of water, vitamin and sleep." Billy explained to her and sat the bowl in front of his girlfriend for her to eat.

"aw, you're such a softie." Y/n smirked and wanted to kiss him, but she held herself back, she don't want him to get sick too.

Billy looked to her and rolled his eyes about her words. "I'm not, now shut up and eat." He said and looked to the Tv.

"You are." The girl whispered chuckling and started eating the salad.

The man looked back to her. "You're going to bed after you're ready, young lady." He smirked and walked in their bedroom, closing the curtains already.

Y/n pouted about him and get ready with her salad. "no please, I've to watch the movie before." She told him.

Billy came back to her and picked her up again. "Oh please you already watched Tangled a million times." He laughed. "It's always the same, the hot prince gets the princess and nobody dies." He explained.

Y/n looked to him and settled down in their shared bed. "Flynn wasn't a prince, he was a criminal and fell in love with a princess." She explained to him.

Billy smirked. "He reminds me of someone." He said and put the blanket over her. After turning the TV out and getting everything cleaned up, he settled into the bed next to his girlfriend. "Have a good night." He smiled and kissed her shortly.

-

The next day Y/n woke up from a sneeze, it wasn't hers no. It was Billy's sneeze. She looked to her right and saw her boyfriend laying next to her already awake.

"I think I'm sick too." Billy whined and looked to her.

Y/n looked to him. "I'm sorry." She told him honestly and sneezed too. "Call Frank, we need someone to take care of us." She added.

Poor Frank.

#billy russo #the punisher #billy russo x reader #netflix #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x you #ben barnes #request

[disastardly]

WIP Writing Poll

Trying something a little different since I've got a (blissfully) clear weekend ahead of me and I didn't do WIP Wednesday in the usual sense this week:

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips and then for whichever wins, write one sentence for every vote it gets (but you should also write 1 sentence for every vote each of them gets!)

Not expecting a ton of traction but I figured it's worth trying.

WIP blurbs below the cut!

Emergence:

Wholesale rewrite of Power Rangers Mystic Force. Nick still rolls into town, the core five are still recruited, Udonna still loses her Snow Staff, but all it takes are a few changes to change everything. Madison makes a move. Koragg recognizes his missing son. Everything is the same, and nothing is the same. More romance, more mysticism, more focus on the characters.

Tales of the Outer Planes:

Prequel series to Descent and TFaK. What happened between March and August 1986 that brought Eddie and Steve so close? A few big incidents, and even more smaller moments that build to something new.

A Brother is Born for Adversity:

Immediately after the end of Righteous Gemstones 3x08. Kelvin's on Cloud 9, Keefe's anxious, and they need to have a talk. Missing scene, essentially.

Magical Mysteries Never Give a Single Thing Back:

Summer 1985: Eddie Munson makes a deal with a demon, trading away true love for musical success. One hitch: that demon looks like Steve Harrington, and says he could give Eddie love in exchange for his musical talent instead. Eddie refuses. Part two is still a WIP and tracks the fallout of that deal, for better or worse.

Steddie Witches AU:

Steve Harrington is from a long line of well-respected witches in one of the world's most powerful covens, but he's never quite lived up to the name or the expectations. He assumed he'd live a life of magical grunt work, but he finally gets a mission from the circle to hunt down a hedge witch, someone operating outside the rigid magical structure of covenhood that keeps everyone safe. Steve thinks he's ready, but nothing could prepare him for Eddie Munson, rogue hedge witch.

Til I Lose My Breath:

Ronance oneshot inspired by girl in red's i wanna be your girlfriend. Robin's helping Nancy organize some things while she's home from Emerson, and Nancy's definitely sending signals, right? ...right?

Snowed In:

Oneshot about a young Udonna and Leanbow getting snowed in while away in the mountains. Fluffy, with basically no plot. Inspired by every K-drama ever where the main couple gets snowed in for the night and has to share body warmth, except one of them is an ice witch.

Mama's Biscuits & Gravy:

Kelvin used to make biscuits and gravy with his mama every Saturday morning. It's pretty much the only thing he knows how to actually make. So why can't he get it right for Keefe?

Evergreen:

Kelvin/Keefe (Gembers?) fluff about dyeing Kelvin's fauxhawk.

Beyond the Crystal Cave (There's a Tunnel Made for Lovin'):

Sequel to Descent and TFaK. The Spicy Six go to a local festival, eat crappy food, ride rides, and get stuck on the Tunnel o' Love when it breaks down. They get stuck for a WHILE. Shenanigans reasonably ensue.

No pressure tags (if you wanna do your own or just vote idk I'm winging it): @hairstevington @eriquin @serpentinegraphite @poemsingreenink @grimalkintoes @t0rchlitgarden @horsegirleddiemunson

#writing game #writing games #make me write #writeblr #my writing #stranger things #the righteous gemstones #power rangers mystic force

[thedawningofthehour]

6, 14, 17, 18, and 29 for the fic writer asks (or however many of those you want to answer!! I know thats a lot sorry lol)

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

@spectralsleuth's Little Scraps of Wisdom. It's the perfect blend of just fluffy enough to not require tons of mental energy, but also serious and angsty enough to keep my attention. Also the format makes it really easy to pick a section and just dip in-perfect for my ADHD ass.

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

Doth, at least parts of it. The whole thing wouldn't translate well to visual media-there's tons of introspection, conversations that wouldn't be all that interesting visually. (at least not animated-you don't really get Cersei Lannister-esque performances from animated characters) Stuff like the actions scenes, big scenes with multiple people speaking, those would probably translate the best.

My Dishonored fic, god no. It's video game media and it's very obvious that that's the source material. It would be incredibly boring if you weren't in Daud's head the whole time.

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

Uhh. Like. So much stuff?

For doth, it's been insanely broad. On any given day, my writing window might be filled with Wikipedia pages on scientific topics, cultural, history, law. Right now I have a bunch of pages open about military tactics and technology, a Google Maps of NYC, and then some articles on nobility and royal titles.

For The Red Queen, I had to learn a lot of architecture terms when writing Daud running around doing backflips off rooftops. I don't even think half of them even made it into the text, but I had to know what he was perched on top of like a daddy seagull. I also did a whole dive into the Black Death for that one. Oh, if you want an interesting fact, did you know the plague was actually carried by fleas and not rats like many assumed? That's partially why it was so bad in cities. Poland actually had a much lower death toll than the rest of Europe in part because of its high Jewish population (mostly refugees because many cities blamed them for the plague-because of fucking course they did) who washed more frequently than the average peasant at the time and their neighbors decided to get in on that too. Milan survived relatively unscathed because whenever someone showed signs of plague, they and their family members were walled up in their homes and set on fire.

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

I like the entire exchange between Leo and Draxum on the roof. There were a lot of details written into those lines that gave extra information or conveyed something about their mental states.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

I've played around with writing out Cass's consensual kidnapping and walking in on Gale being brainwashed, with some blurbs about her adjusting to life in the Hidden City. They never really got past scraps, but I can post this scrap.

She’s just getting back from school, last week before winter break, her head swarming with final this and final that. Tom says hello to her from where he’s working at the dining room table. Casey says hello back and promptly excuses herself to go work on her final paper for English.

He should be happy about that. She’s actually doing her homework.

Tom’s not bad, she supposes. He’s nice enough and doesn’t try to catch her coming out of the shower. He and Cindy offered to pay the fee if she rejoined the hockey team this year. But he gets on her every last nerve. She’s their first foster and they are absolutely trying too hard. At least Cindy isn’t home enough to annoy her.

She shuts her bedroom door and drops her backpack on the floor. Ugh. She could kill whoever invented academic papers. Well, the Odyssey isn’t going to write about itself.

“I have to say, this wasn’t-”

Casey whirls around, grabbing the first thing she registers-some Hello Kitty knick-knack she keeps on her dresser, in this case-and hurls it at the intruder.

Draxum bats it away, barely raising an eyebrow.

#doth asks #ask game

[eddie-van-munson]

Ok I just had this thought and I’m writing this out during a sleepover!

Eddie Munson who participates in a campaign run by some girl (the reader) who lives on the other side of the country and runs the campaign through radio. Eventually reader has to postpone the campaign because she’s moving to Hawkins!

Eddie and reader finally meet face to face and god he is enamored just at the sight of her and of course the hellfire boys don’t believe that A: He’s been participating in a campaign and B: He likes a girl!?

Alright! I changed it just a teeny tiny bit, but I'm hoping this is what you were wanting! I'm sorry if I misunderstood! I do think it turned out super cute, though!

Warnings: Cursing, Spicy Kisses, Implied Sex, She/Her Pronouns

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-Eddie's brain is going at a million miles a minute because today is the DAY

-Y/N L/N is coming to Hellfire.

-You're Dustin's cousin, and Eddie was skeptical when he'd first walked into the drama room to see a huge ass radio sitting beside the Hellfire table.

-But Dustin insisted he give it a go and play one radio campaign with his cousin because 'she's a legend'.

-That may or may not have made Eddie a little jealous.

- Anyway

-The radio campaign you'd written to do with Hellfire was fucking AMAZING.

-Eddie was in AWE over this campaign, guys.

-He stayed after to talk to you over the radio and ask you a million questions about it.

-So, you became an honorary member of Hellfire. Dustin started setting up the radio every week so you could play along with the boys.

-Eddie even gave Dustin a shirt to mail to you.

-Last week in Hellfire, the boys were all sitting around and Dustin dropped the bomb that you're coming into town next week!?!?! And you want to see their campaign!?!?!?

-Eddie was frantic

-"Are you kidding, Henderson!?! You should've told me weeks ago!! Now I have a fucking week to write the best campaign of my life!!!"

-Eddie has such an obvious crush on you but he would never NEVER admit it

-It's pretty pathetic. He goes beet red every time.

-"What!?!?! Noooooo. Nooo Why would I??? I've never even seen this chick!!! This girl!!! How could I??? What!? Noooooo."

-Eddie has worked on this campaign tirelessly

-Because it has to be PERFECT

- And today's the day

-He's so fucking nervous guys he's never like this about girls

-He showers the night before?? Like he actually showers!! And he does his hair as best as he can and washes his Hellfire shirt for the first time!!

-And he's still nervous but he's feeling a little more confident now, ya know? Like, he's lookin' good! His curls are fluffy and clean and he smells good!!

-He's ten minutes late for Hellfire, which never happens, but it's just because he's so nervous

-When he finally shows up be doesn't see you at first. He just sees all the boys crowded around. But oh my god, it's like something out of a movie.

-He hears this sweet, gorgeous voice...

-"Eddie?"

-And the red sea of Freshmen parts to reveal you

-And holy fucking shit you're gorgeous

-Your hair is just...and your eyes are like...god and your lips are so...

-You're perfect

-He wants to run up and hug you but he's not sure if he should?? So he just kind of sits there with his eyes big

-"Y/N?" His voice cracks, like, really bad.

-But you're so sweet!! You just giggle and run over and give him the biggest, tightest hug.

-He hugs you right back and he lifts your feet off the ground and gives you a little spin.

-You're holding the lapels of his jacket when you pull back to look at him, "Look at you!! You're so handsome!!"

-Eddie 100% thinks he's going to black out when he hears that. He's so handsome?

-You ruffle his freshly washed curls, "And you smell so good! Like green apples!!"

-Now he's sure he's got to be dreaming.

-He stutters for a moment, just fighting for his life to put a sentence together.

-"Eddie wrote a whole new campaign just for your visit!" Dustin jumps in to save him.

-Your eyes go wide, "Oh, Eds! Did you!?"

-He just grins and nods, god bless him.

-The campaign goes really well and oh my god, Eddie feels like a king on his throne. He's cocky as shit. He's never had so much fun playing DM in his life.

-After the campaign Dustin tells you his mom is here to pick you up.

-"Oh, I was going to help clean up! Eddie, do you think if I stayed a little later you could walk me home?"

-He just nods dumbly it's so cute.

-So now it's just you and him, and it's so quiet as you pick up the pieces left of the game.

-Finally Eddie just blurts out.

-"Do you really think I'm handsome?"

-You smile softly, blushing. "I do."

-He grins, hiding his own blush, and pumps his fist a little. You giggle.

-"Eddie?"  He hums, meeting your eyes again. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

-His ears are on fire. He sets his book down, "I...I think you're perfect."

-The air is tense and thick and god you're literally everything he could have ever wanted.

-And something deep in his chest gives him the twenty seconds of insane courage he needs to walk over to you, hold your face in his hands and kiss you like it's his last day on earth. Like he's the hero in his own movie.

-He kisses you just once before pulling back to look at your face. To see if he's fucked everything up.

-And your expression is unreadable. Your eyes are big and your lips are parted with shock.

-His stomach flips, filling with instant regret. "Shit...Shit. Shit. Shit. Christ, I'm so sorry. I totally misread that didn't I? God, I'm so sorry. I just-"

-You cut him off, tugging his shirt to pull him down against your lips again.

-He gives an almost relieved sounding moan against you and kisses you back so desperately, and you feel like you must've died because there's no way heaven can get better than this.

-Your hands lace in his hair, giving it a tug, and the sound he makes will be burnt into your brain forever. God it's so hot.

-He backs you against the Hellfire table, hooking his arms under your knees to lift you up onto it. You're at the perfect height now, and his hands feel warm and big as they glide up your thighs.

-You don't notice the door open. Hell, you don't even notice anyone is there until Dustin yells, "Guys!"

-You jump apart from one another, Eddie smoothing his hair quickly as you adjust your skirt where it's ridden up. You can't even look at one another, much less make eye contact with Dustin.

-He walks further into the room, grabbing his stuff, "I forgot my backpack, you animals."

-He's almost out the door when he calls out, "Maybe lock the door next time, sickos."

-Eddie sprints over to lock the door as you jump back up onto the Hellfire table, and he's on you again before Dustin even makes it back out to the car.

***********

#eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie imagine #eddie imagines #eddie x reader #eddie x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #eddie munsen x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munsen #eddie munsen imagine

[broiderie]

Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 23

It's finally here guys. SO sorry. This had been a hell of a summer. Not to get too into detail, but I've been dealing with heart trouble all summer. Recovery just isn't as swift as I'd like it to be - especially with me still working full time and sometimes a lot more.

I'm not getting a lot written every day so I'm behind. Very behind. I am still writing. It's just behind as hell.

Without further ado - here we go.

As always, please do not repost, translate, or otherwise reuse my work.

Warnings: none as far as I know. I don't think I even curse in this one. As always let me know if I missed something. This is a fluffy daddy-daughter day.

Hank chuckled as Megan broke down into a fit of giggles at her godfather and aunt’s play. She snuggled back into his lap and lifted her face to his for a kiss. He kissed her gently and smiled again.

“So… what do we do until the meeting?” she asked. 

“Well… You are going to take it easy, Poquito. You’ve been going nonstop for days,” Bishop said, sipping his coffee.

“But Tío…”

“Don’t ‘but Tío’ me in that cute voice. I know you’re healing just fine, but even so - a day of rest won’t hurt you.” He smiled softly. “Don’t make me assign you a babysitter. Your prima would be happy to oblige, I’m sure.”

Taza laughed at the pout Megan was giving the Mayan president. “How about a compromise, Chica?”

She perked up a little. “Like what, Papa?”

“If you promise to take it easy, we’ll go to the tack shop and find you a saddle, hmm? One with stirrups short enough for you to ride.”

Megan’s face brightened considerably. “I promise not to overdo it, Papa,” she assured him.

He looked to Bishop. “Fair enough?”

Bishop nodded. “Fair enough. But it’ll have to be without Hank.” He looked at the large Mayan who was cradling her still. “I need you with me today. Need to start planning the next shipment for Galindo.”

Hank sighed and nodded. “Alright.” He glanced down to meet Megan’s big brown eyes. “You’ll be okay with Taza, right?”

She smiled a little and nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips and smiled. “Any chance I could talk you into taking my bank card with you?”

She rolled her eyes. “Not in the least.”

Diana laughed as Hank made a face. She looked to Marcus with a small smile. “And you, mi rey?”

Marcus affectionately tugged her off the arm of his chair and into his lap. “I am spending the day with my girls before they have to head back.”

Tessa peeked around the kitchen doorway. “Really, Papa? The whole day?”

He smiled and waved her in to sit her on his other knee. “Until I have my meeting this evening - yes. The whole day.”

As the dishes were finished, both clubs split up to take care of day to day tasks. Marcus took Diana and Tessa to the movies for family time. Bishop, Creeper, Riz and Hank split for the clubhouse to begin discussing routes for the next heroin  protection run. And the others all split off to do their own things leaving Taza and Megan home alone.

Megan quickly went to get her boots on - cowboy boots today - and slipped her back up gun into her ankle holster. She used the waist holster today for her 9mm to better conceal it under her hoody.

Taza rapped at the door gently. “Want your hair done, Chica?”

“Please, Papa? It should be dry enough now.”

He grinned and moved to stand behind her at her dressing table. “How do you want it today?”

“Can we just do one braid today? I’m going to wear my hat.”

“Of course.” He quickly french braided her hair into one long braid, fastening it with the hair tie she handed him. He reached and got her cowboy hat from where it hung on the corner of her dresser mirror and handed it to her to settle. “Beautiful, Sweetheart. Let’s go get our kuttes on so we can head out.”

Megan settled the off white hat on her head with her good hand and smiled. “Alright, Papa.”

Megan picked up Rex’s leash from the hook by the door, but left his harness. His collar would be enough for the feed store.

Taza loaded Rex with a smile and settled into the driver's seat of Megan’s Mustang. He’s already helped Megan to buckle up and now it was time to fulfill the promise he’d made her on her second day of knowing him. They were going to get her a saddle.

The tack and feed store was on the other side of town from the ranch, but neither of them minded the short drive. They spent the time talking about what kind of tack Megan preferred. 

Taza was surprised when Megan admitted that she’d owned two different kinds - a roping saddle and an Australian saddle.

“I figured you had a roping saddle. I saw the videos of you doing goat tying. I just figured that’s what you always rode,” he said smiling at her when they stopped at a red light.

“Well - I loved my roping saddle, but it wasn’t practical for cutting competitions. I couldn’t grip the saddle horn well enough to stay on. My Aussie had breakaway stirrups and a much taller horn. Besides, it was so much larger than my roping saddle. That meant I could ride the bigger cattle horses.”

Taza shook his head, amazed at how she could break down the sports that she spent her teenage years doing. “Well Chica, we can probably find you a roper today. We can ask about the Australian though. I don’t think that’s a common saddle here.”

She laughed. “I’ll ride anything that I can reach the stirrups on, Papa. I’m not picky.”

It wasn’t long before Taza parked the Mustang in front of a small, rundown store outside town. Megan could see silos behind the building and a peeling sign that stated that it was the “Feed Store”. Taza quickly came around to help Megan out of the car and unload Rex. 

“Alright, Chica, c’mon. I want to introduce you to Evan. He does barn chores for me when I need him to. He’s also the one who will be delivering the feed, so we should probably introduce him to Rex so he doesn’t get eaten next delivery.” He grinned as Megan settled her hat better and adjusted Rex’s leash so that she’d have better control over the big dog.

“Lead the way, Papa.”

After introducing Megan and Rex to the teenager who Taza paid to take care of his hoofstock, Taza led the way to the back room of the store. There were racks of saddles there, new and used.

Megan took a deep breath and smelled saddle soap and leather. She smiled and felt the smile grow as she moved to examine the saddles closer. 

Taza chuckled and tugged Rex’s leash out of her hand. “Go on Chica. See what you can find.”

Megan never stopped smiling as she went to work. She kept coming back to a black saddle with minimal tooling on it though. It was a Mexican Roping saddle which meant the saddle horn was larger than the one she’d had in Tennessee, but the stirrup length was highly adjustable. There was very little decoration on it. Just a few stars tooled into the skirting in black on black along with a single star on the saddle horn. She finally looked up at Taza. “Papa?”

“Sí, Chica. Is that the one you want?” he asked. 

“If you don’t mind…”

Taza chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind any of them, Sweet Chica.” He called Evan over. “Do you have a breast band and bridle that match that one?”

Evan checked the item number. “We do. The bridle has star conchos on it in silver.”

“We’ll take them then. And a saddle pad,” Taza said. He grinned at Megan. “I tend to double blanket, so the saddle pad can just go under the blanket you pick.”

She laughed. “Alright. But I don’t know if this one will fit Trucker. He’s huge.”

Evan checked the size. “You won’t be able to double blanket him, but it should fit well enough for trails. Shouldn’t be a problem with Rocket and Sugar though.”

Megan breathed a sigh of relief. 

Taza grinned. “She’ll probably be on Rocket the most. She was a barrel racer,” he explained to the boy.

“Ah yeah. That one will fit Rocket real well. It’ll look real pretty against his coat too,” Evan said. “I’ve got that new snaffle in for you too, Taza, and I’ll find a black tie-down to add to this for the ranch trails. Need anything else?”

Taza looked to Megan who shook her head. “I think that’s it Ev. Just add it all to my bill this month, will you? And can you deliver the saddle this evening?”

“Sure. No problem. You want me to ring you up now or…” the teen asked.

“Just charge it, please. Megan doesn’t do well when she knows the prices of things.” Taza chuckled as Megan stuck her tongue out at him playfully.

Even grinned. “Yes, sir. I’ll bring it by when I come to muck out this evening.”

“Good.”

After a little more polite chit chat, Taza excused them from Evan and they loaded back up in Megan’s Mustang. He grinned as he settled into the driver’s seat. “Ready, Chica?”

Megan looked puzzled. “For what, Papa?”

“Well - I’ve got you all to myself until this evening so I thought we’d do something fun.” He slid his round sunglasses on and handed Megan gers. 

That made her giggle as she slid on her own. “Alright. So where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Megan smiled and settled down into her seat as Taza drove. Every once in a while, Rex would nudge her good arm with his enormous head for scritches.

They weren’t driving very long when Megan caught sight of a ferris wheel in the distance. “Papa. Are we going to a carnival?” She looked at him excitedly. 

He laughed. “Your tíos saw a poster for it. They’ve got a rodeo going today too.”

Her eyes lit up even more. “Seriously?”

Taza nodded. “Probably just the minor and pre-events. The big stuff like bull riding and the finals will be tonight while we’re in Mexico. I thought maybe we’d have some fun on the midway and watch a few events.”

Megan bounced in her seat. “That sounds awesome!”

Taza chuckled and shifted gears to turn down the gravel road. He paid for them to park in the field across from the midway. After helping Megan out of the car, he put the top up to keep the dust out.

A few minutes later they were walking through the gates to the middle of the carnival.

With Megan’s arm still injured, rides were out of the question, but the games were still an option. Taza bought Megan some cotton candy and won her a stuffed duck throwing baseballs at milk bottles. When it came to the shooting games though, Megan beat his score every time. He had great aim, but Megan was still better even one handed.

As it approached lunch time, Taza convinced Megan to eat from one of the local charity booths. He ordered them both ribeye sandwiches with cokes. Once they’d claimed their food, he led the way to the arena in the back. Megan chose seats halfway up the metal bleachers in the center of the stands. As they situated themselves, the announcer came over the loudspeaker.

“Ladies and gentlemen - it is now time for our junior girls speed competition. These beautiful young ladies will compete for the best time as they dodge in and out, weaving between these poles on their horses. May the best lady win!”

“Ooh! This is a fun event,” Megan said, sharing a bite of her sandwich with Rex. 

“Yeah? Did you ever compete in it?” Taza asked smiling as he watched her sit forward to see.

“Once or twice before I was really old enough to ride barrels. It takes a different skill set than barrels does. Your horse can’t be just fast. They need to be able to change direction really quickly too.” She pointed at the horse and rider entering the arena. “Oh - these are the littles too. They’re so cute.”

Taza chuckled at the girl who was lining up to run. She was probably a pre-teen, but her shirt and tack shone with rhinestones. “I kinda wish I had pictures of you from your first rodeo day.”

Megan laughed. “I wasn’t nearly as sparkly and shiny, I assure you. I think when I rode my first time, I’d just been thrown while exercising one of the ropers' horses and was covered in red clay dirt and manure.” She thought about it. “It probably wouldn’t hurt to contact my old coach though. We might be able to find some.”

Taza smiled. “Yeah? You think?”

“Maybe -” Megan sat up straight. “Oooh - here she goes!”

Taza laughed as Megan cheered each little girl at the top of her lungs. He had to remind her to eat between competitions. 

Two events later, the loud speaker crackled to life. “Ladies and gentlemen, we will now release a group of calves into our arena. You will notice that each animal has a number. For our next competition, these young people will be cutting a specific animal from the herd and keeping it separated for a set amount of time. It’s now time for our junior cutting competition.”

Megan grinned at him and bounced in her seat a little.

Taza smiled back. “That was your event, right?”

“Mmmhmm. These are the juniors though, so if it’s like back home they’ll probably be like eleven to fifteen. I started in the seniors when I was sixteen. Some of the ones at home had been doing it their entire lives though so they could have easily taken on older competitors.” She shifted excitedly on the hard bleacher seat and absently scratched Rex’s ears. 

“So- what’s key here? What should I watch for?” he asked curiously. He loved how animated she got when she talked about it. 

“Well - we’d draw a number and separate the matching steer or calf from the herd. We had to keep it separate for a certain amount of time depending on what level we were competing at.”

“Sounds pretty self explanatory…” he prompted. 

Megan grinned. “Except you have to do it without appearing to move at all with the perfect form while your horse turns on two feet.”

While they were talking the arena workers had released about twenty older calves into the ring. The calves all milled around nervously. The first competitor was announced and a young girl entered on a horse that almost looked too big for her. 

Megan grinned again. “Watch. She’s trying to find her target.”

Taza watched as the girl slowly moved the horse into the herd. Once she’d spotted the number 99 on the side of a calf, she managed to quickly separate it from the herd. 

“Oh! She’s got it! Now the fun part…”

Taza watched as the girl gripped her saddle horn with one hand and appeared to lay her other hand down and not move the reins. The horse wheeled and spun on its back feet to cut the calf off as it tried to dart back to the herd. It didn’t look physically possible for the tiny girl to stay in the saddle. He winced as the horse ran full out to block the calf again before spinning to cut it back off when it changed direction. The entire time the little girl on its back held tight and didn’t move the reins from the horse’s neck. 

“Is she in control or is the horse just that well trained?” he asked Megan in an awestruck tone without taking his eyes off the arena.

Megan chuckled. “Probably a bit of both. She’s using micro movements and weight shifts mostly. We just can’t see them from up here. Either she was raised in that particular horse’s saddle or that’s a beautifully trained animal. She’ll probably take the competition.” She smiled as the buzzer sounded and the girl picked up the reins to tell the horse to release the calf. 

Taza took a deep breath. “How old were you when you started to do this competition again?” He turned back to her with wonder on his face. 

“Seriously? About fourteen. I dabbled the year before that, but never had my own horse to actually get very far. Honestly the politics of it is insane off the circuit. When you only ride shows and not rodeos like this - you usually end up burned out from the damn politics and not the riding. Rodeo is better. There’s no ‘girls vs. boys’.” Megan shrugged as best she could.

“Damn Chica. Did you ever get really injured?” Taza’s forehead creased in worry.

“Mostly dislocated shoulders. Had a mare fall with me once. I got caught in the stirrup and couldn’t bail. I got lucky though. Broken arm, ankle and ribs. After that, I always rode breakaway stirrups.” Megan turned back to the arena as a boy in his early teens started his run. “Nope - too sloppy,” she muttered.

Taza watched the kid as his thoughts raced. His daughter had ridden this competition. This dangerous sport. She’d been injured - seriously, from the sound of it - but thought nothing of it. He watched Megan out of the corner of his eye as she continued to enjoy the event. 

A few kids later, the arena M.C. asked them to clear the arena. Taza glanced down at his watch. It was getting late. 

Megan caught the movement and smiled. She knew Taza didn’t want to drag her away from the rodeo. “Papa?”

“Yes, Chica?” he asked, meeting her eyes.

“Can we get a caramel apple before we go? They’re my favorite,” she said, standing to stretch a bit. “I’m getting stiff sitting on these bleachers.”

Taza chuckled and stood as well. “Of course. Let’s go find you one. Maybe some more cotton candy too.”

Back at the car, Taza loaded Rex and then helped Megan back into her seat. She was contentedly munching on a corn dog. Taza sat the bag with the other treats in it in the Mustang’s center console. They’d gotten Megan’s caramel apples in a few different flavors as well as kettle corn and more cotton candy for home. A giant cup of fresh lemonade was in the cup holder between them. He started the engine and they pulled out of the field where they’d parked and back out onto the gravel road. 

“Thank you, Papa. That was a lot of fun,” Megan said as she leaned her head back in her seat. 

“You’re welcome, Sweet Chica. The rodeo was eye opening. I never really paid that much attention to the little events.” He patted her knee. “I’d like to see you compete one day.”

Megan smiled softly. “It would be fun, but cutting horses are expensive. We’d have to find one already trained. I don’t have the skills to train one on my own.”

Taza turned onto the main road and headed back towards the clubhouse. “We could ask Evan to keep a look out for one though. I think I will. I’ve got plenty of room for another horse even if you decide not to compete.”

She laughed. 

At the clubhouse, Hank met them as Taza parked the car. The ignition wasn’t even off before he had Megan’s door open and he was helping her unbuckle. Megan giggled as he guided her out of the passenger seat and straight into a deep kiss. 

Taza laughed and let Rex out on his side. 

“Damn bro - let the Princessa breathe. She wasn’t gone that long!” Angel called from the clubhouse porch.

Megan wrapped her good arm around Hank’s neck and flipped Angel off with a giggle.

“Oh - I see how it is, Shorty. See if I save your ass from him again,” Angel grumbled loudly.

Hank finally broke the kiss with a chuckle. “Welcome back, mi amore. Did you find a saddle?”

Taza shook his head exasperatedly but grinned at Bishop. “We weren’t gone THAT long.”

Bishop grinned. “Long enough for Hank to realize that he left without giving you her pain pills. He’s been worried sick all damn day.”

Taza started as he realized Bishop was right. He hadn’t had her pills which meant that she’d been without pain relief all day. “Shit! Why didn’t he call or text? We’d have come and got them.” He turned to watch Hank murmuring a question to Megan. 

Bishop shrugged. “I told him you’d call if she needed them.” He nodded at where Megan was shaking her head and popping up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to el pacificador’s mouth. “Looks like she is just fine to me, Hermano.”

Taza sighed and rubbed the back of his head. 

“Did you end up taking her to that carnival?” Bishop asked as Taza climbed the stairs and accepted the beer Bishop held out to him. 

That made him grin. “We did and we watched some events at the rodeo too. Even caught the cutting competition.” He shook his head. “Brother - it brings a whole new appreciation for her tenacity watching that event with her.”

Bishop grinned. “Maybe we all need to go sometime.”

“Megan would probably love that.” Taza went back to the car to pull out one of the caramel apples. “C’mon Chica. Let’s go cut up your apple,” he said with a grin. “Much easier to eat that way.”

Once everyone was back in the bar and Megan’s apple had been cut, they settled in to wait for Marcus and Chibs. It was time to go meet Adelita. 

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[lady-maria-the-wolf225]

a short Mikey kitten story part 2

Mikey didn't want to say goodbye to cookie. she has been one of the best things that has ever happened to him in his whole life. he sobbed quietly as he pets her soft fluffy fur as she purrs happily. all of a sudden, his cell phone rang, and hears your voice. you notice by the sound of his shrilled sad voice coming from the other end of the phone call. "Mikey. sweetheart. what happened? did your brothers fight with you again?" Mikey sniffled out his words trying his best to speak as tears fell down to his cheeks. "I-I fo-found th-this kitten at an ally-w-way all alone, and I de-ci-ded to take h-her h-ome hop-ing m-my bros would be o-okay in h-having me ke-keep her, b-but they s-said N-No." you felt sorry for your terrapin boyfriend. you start to ask him questions what kind of cat she is, and so on. "does she have a name?" Mikey responded but still feeling upset. "her n-name is Cookie. she's a M-Maine coon." you try to comfort him and you decided to come by and check on him and look at the kitten yourself. that afternoon, you and April and Casey came to the lair. you walked up to Mikey and hugged him. "It's okay. I'm right here Hun." he hugged back and he shows you the kitten in his room. April and Casey followed. you and April meet cookie for the first time, and you instantly fell in love with the small kitten. you picked her up and examined for any broken bones or illnesses. luckily there was nothing. Mikey noticed how motherly you treated the young kitten which made him smile a bit. after you and April had a talk about what to do with the kitten, you decided to make a decision. Mikey and his brothers sat down along with you and April and Casey. April spoke to the boys "okay. the three of us spoke on what to do with cookie, and (Y/N) has decided to make a final decision." Mikey was afraid what he would hear. would cookie be sent to a shelter? back to the streets? he wasn't sure until you finally spoke. "I've decided that Cookie should live with me." Mikey slowly looked up and spoke. "But....I found her. she needs me." Casey sighs and speaks to Mikey for his brothers. "Look Mikey. we understand that you love this cat. but she needs to be in a better environment. the sewers is not a good place for a cat like cookie." You gently rub Mikey's shell and spoke gently to him. "she'll be happier. besides you'll get to see her as much as you'd like." April nodded. "Yeah. exactly. she will always be there waiting for you. it's going to be okay Mikey. at least she'll be in a better home." Mikey looks at his brothers as they gave him the look of them agreeing with this kind of decision. Mikey sheds a few tears and finally agrees to give cookie to you. he hugs and kisses cookie talking to her one last time as tears fell, and puts her in the cat carrier that you brought with you. you kiss him goodbye, and he watches you and cookie head out of the lair after hearing one last tiny meow from her. Leo walks up to Mikey and pats his shell. "you did the right thing little bro. *sighs* I know it's hard to let go of something close to you. you'll see her when you get the chance." Mikey nods and sighs. a few weeks have passed, and Mikey is now at high spirits. he went to visit how you and cookie were doing. as he got there, he hugs and kisses you happy to see you. you take him to a second room you have in your apartment, and it's now a kitty playground. it had a cat tree, automatic feeder and water fountain, proper cat toys, and a big kitty bed. Cookie meows at Mikey happy to see him. he notices a collar with a tag around her neck. and thanks to Donnie, he gave her a GPS microchip in case she runs away and gets lost. you and Mikey were having a great time being with cookie playing with her and messing around. he is glad a girlfriend like you decided to keep cookie and the fact you are now one big happy family. THE END @raisin-shell @kawaiibunga @shikobahkin @raphsweapondealer @turtle-babe83 @cowabunga-doll @raphslovemuffin80 @angelcatlowyn @nittleboo @nikitaboeve @foreignbrunette @mysticboombox @dai-su-kiss @cowabunga-doll @roxosupreme

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[pugwitharug]

The Griefers Go To IKEA

I've had this sitting in my head for a few days and I finally decided to put it in words lol. Also I haven't been to an IKEA in like five years and the closest one to me is in another country so take what's in here with a grain of salt

Let's say they just moved into their shared house and they're in desperate need of furniture--better furniture than the crappy ones they had from previous living arrangements--so they take the trip to the Swedish wonderland of IKEA

Balsam, Tulsi, and Elowen actually want new furniture, Lucan is there mainly to look at all the cool stuff, and Sage is just there for the meatballs

He wants to just go to the cafeteria but Tulsi grabs him by the scruff and drags him along with the group

They test out all the couches that can fit the five of them. I don't think all five of them would be on the couch at any given time but it's nice to have. They'd just sit on the floor anyways lol

Lucan and Tulsi steal as many tiny pencils as they can. Tiny things are cute and they have too many

They have two lists, one for actual purchases and one for whatever Lucan and Sage want that definitely won't be bought

Balsam likes looking at the kitchen model things, running his hands over the islands and appliances and imagining himself using them, in a fancy apartment, with the people he cares about

Sage lays down in all the beds in the bedroom models and invites everyone who passes by to "test it out with him." Tulsi tells him to stop before he gets kicked out

Elowen and Tulsi look at all the fancy desks. Elowen gives me nice desk vibes, and Tulsi wants something for her little office/workspace

Show them one of those desks that switch between sitting and standing, they'll eat that up like groceries

Lucan wants a cool hanging egg chair! You know the kind, but he's afraid that he's too tall and heavy for it. He's a hunk with muscles made for hugging

Balsam wants to look at wall art, so he'll be there. You guys go on without him, he'll be staring at a painting of a cow for two hours

Lucan likes looking at the kids section, he thinks it's all cute and cool. Elowen secretly likes it too but again no one will ever know

You know when they made stuffed animals out of kid's drawings submitted to them? Sage picks the stupidest one there and gives it to Tulsi like "here's your new friend Mr. Pissbaby." Tulsi says she hates it but she clings it to her chest if anyone tries to touch it

Before they go to the lower level to actually get the stuff, they stop by the cafeteria! The boys have been whining about how hungry they are for the past half hour. They're big boys, they need to eat a lot to keep their physicality up

I don't know what exactly they serve there except meatballs, but everyone gets meatballs. It's tradition, you always get the meatballs

Elowen tries to steal food from Sage and he almost stabs her with a knife. Not Tulsi though, Tulsi can have as much food as she wants

After they eat, they go down to the basement and scan the shelves for the names/numbers they wrote down. Safe and Lucan are bored out of their fluffy little tails so they go off to fuck around

The one I last went to had a smaller cafe section with ice cream and stuff so they go there and eat and chill on their phones. They get smoothies for everyone else. Sage tries to steal from Elowen's but Lucan stops him

Finally, after half an hour of looking and three carts (the stuff they got was too big for just one), they're finally done! They go to the parking lot and open up the back of their car and, after many tries, they shove it all in the back

Maybe they should get a bigger car....or another one......

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[heximagines]

I want to make a request for Eddie <3 (my first request ever)

I’m thinking about reader being kinda in love with Steve but he breaks her heart with a good ANGSTY thing. So Eddie is there for her and keep showing her how much she deserves someone better, so fluffy ending with them being cuties with each other and Steve realizing his mistake idk (i like when they suffer) 🫣 so yeeesss plz and thank youuuu 💕💕

Your first request! I'm honored. 🖤🖤🖤 I hope you love it.

Steve Harrington was a fucking moron. At least Eddie figured he had to be because here you were. Sweet, perfect you sitting on the edge of his bed with tears streaming down your beautiful face. He reached forward and wiped your cheeks with his thumbs. You leaned into the touch and sniffled in a way that made you feel pathetic. "I'm sorry you have to deal with me right now. I'm so humiliated." "Hey," Eddie shook his head, "don't you apologize to me. And I don't deal with you, I care about you. You're my friend y/n." You gave him a wavering smile that didn't quite light up your eyes like when you were genuinely happy. His heart ached at the sight and he pulled you in for a tight hug. You melted gladly into Eddie's warm, comforting touch. "You wanna tell me what happened? You don't have to if you don't want." You buried your face in his chest and Eddie hoped that you couldn't feel how it made his heart pound. He also hoped his deodorant was holding up. You give no indication that either of those things were a problem. "He totally led me on… I thought he really liked me." 'Of course,' Eddie thought, 'typical popular asshole behavior. Into one girl only until another walks by.' "But you should have seen him Ed, the second Nancy Wheeler walked into the party he practically shoved me off of him! And he was totally up her ass, dude. They broke up like a year ago." Eddie scoffed, "Doesn't that chick have a boyfriend anyway? God what a douche." "Exactly!" You looked up at him with big watery eyes and Eddie wanted nothing more than to kiss you. Kiss you until you forgot all about stupid Steve Harrington. Until he was the only guy on your mind. But he didn't, instead he wiped away more fresh tears. "Don't worry about Harrington. He wouldn't know a good thing if it ran up and kicked him in the balls. I'm pretty sure he's got hair where his brain is supposed to be." You couldn't stop yourself from chuckling and your friend's eyes lit up at the sound. He grinned and flopped back onto the bed, taking you with him. "That's more like it. I want to hear more of that." His fingertips lightly grazed along your sides. You let out a squeak and tried to wriggle away but Eddie wasn't having it. Soon you were crying from laughter as he tickled you relentlessly. 

Finally when your face was red and your laughter tapered off to wheezing his fingers stilled and he wrapped his arms back around you. You took deep gulps of air before pressing your cheek against his shoulder. Idly your hand rubbed over the spots on his chest where your tears soaked through his Hellfire shirt. "Sorry about that…" Eddie scoffed, "What did I say about apologizing?" You looked up at him with a smile that was just a tad bit less sad this time and he gave you a squeeze. "Seriously though, that guy doesn't even deserve you. You're so much better than him. You're the coolest person in this whole  shithole town." Eddie stared up at the ceiling as he spoke, too afraid that if he looked at you you'd see something in his eyes he wasn't ready to say. "You think so?" It nearly killed him how soft and vulnerable you sounded right then. "Absolutely. I've thought so since the first day we met." Your fingers came up to play with the ends of Eddie's hair. You were so glad you ditched out on the rest of that lame party to be here with him instead. "Can I stay here tonight?" "Any time you want," he said without a second thought. 

Eddie was in the living room sorting through his movie collection when he heard your soft steps padding up behind him. "Hey, do you wanna watch a horror or a co-me-dy-" his voice tapered off when he turned to see you in his clothes. Sure he had offered them to you, and he knew you were going to put them on, but he couldn't explain how it felt to see you in his shirt and sweatpants. He swallowed dryly and was glad you didn't seem to notice his nerves. "Hmm, how about both? You have Fright Night yeah?" God you were the woman of his dreams. "You know I do." He grabbed the movie and started putting the others back when there was a knock at the door. "I think that's the pizza. Can you grab it? There's cash on the counter." You nod and snag the 20 off the counter before opening the door. To your dismay you were met with Sam Barnes, a friend of Steve's. He seemed equally as surprised to see you. In Eddie Munson's trailer, wearing Eddie Munson's clothes. You trade him the cash for the pizza and after a tense pause he asks if you wanted any change. Eddie, having finished his task, was now behind you taking the box from your hands. "No worries man, keep the change," he waves him off. You give Sam a tight lipped smile and a nod while he continues to look at you like you've grown 5 extra heads. Finally you just close the door on him. "I think you stunned the delivery guy with how cute you look," it slips out before Eddie can stop it and you laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up. "No, I don't think that was it." 

You make yourself comfy on the couch with a slice of pizza and a blanket in your lap while Eddie turns off the lights and hits play on the VCR. He came to join you on the couch, hesitating before sitting on the opposite side. You frown a bit at the distance. Scooting closer to him you take the blanket and cover his lap too before lifting Eddie's arm and tucking yourself under it. His face flushed and he looked down at you. "Miss me?" "You're nice and warm," you shrug before turning your attention to the screen. Eddie smiled and leaned his head against yours. Steve Harrington was definitely a moron. 

"I'm telling you man! With Eddie "The Freak" Munson, wearing his clothes," Sam banged his hands on the counter of Scoops Ahoy. Steve looked completely flabbergasted, and his coworker Robin added a tally to her board. "Sounds like you fumbled that one real bad, Stevie boy," she tisked. He whipped his ridiculous hat off and tossed it at her. "Don't call me that, and cover me for a minute. I gotta make a call." Steve hopped over the counter before Robin could protest and took off towards the pay phones. He dialed your number and waited. After a tense few moments your sister answered. "Julie, where's y/n. I have to talk to her." She scoffed over the line, "She's not home. She's busy." "She's not home or she's busy?" Steve was already agitated. "Both. Bye." The line went dead and Steve banged his head against the wall. He had majorly fucked up. Later that afternoon, once he was off work, he drove by your house only to see your car wasn't there. He chewed his lower lip before popping a U-turn and heading in the direction of the trailer park. 

You had spent pretty much the whole weekend at Eddie's, minus a run home to grab some clothes and tell your sister about the party. Honestly you had missed Eddie. Since you and Steve started seeing each other a few months ago the two of you couldn't seem to get any hang out time anymore. You hated that. You never wanted to be one of those people who let their relationship mess up their friendships. So now you sat on the picnic bench a few feet from Eddie's trailer and he was teaching you how to roll a joint. "Fuck this looks sad," you laugh. "It's not sad!" He defended your work as if it were his own. "It's just got character. I bet you it's perfectly smokable." "Only one way to find out," you hold up your lighter. And sure enough Eddie was right, your joint may not have been as good as his were but it was indeed very smokable. And the one you rolled after that was even better. And the third one you rolled? "Holy shit, it's perfect. This is the Mona Lisa of joints, y/n." You giggle uncontrollably and Eddie holds your joint up to the sky like an ancient artifact he'd discovered. "I almost don't want to smoke it… Almost." He turned to you, beaming at your laughter. "Can't light it without this." You dangle the lighter in front of his face. Eddie reaches out to grab it and you yank your arm back, laughing at him. "Oh is that what we're doing now?" He tucked the rolly securely behind his ear before making another grab at the lighter. You hop up on the table and climb over to the other side. Soon Eddie was chasing you.

Steve pulled into the trailer park and cut his engine. Getting out, he heard you before he saw you. He followed the sound of your laughter and watched as Eddie Munson chased you around a picnic table. He stopped short and so did you. He faked you out before finally managing to grab you around the waist, hauling you up off the ground. The way you laughed and squealed made Steve's chest hurt. You never sounded that happy with him, you never laughed that hard or smiled that big. Steve wished he never ditched you at that party, he'd completely blown his chance for a girl he'd already lost. Part of him wanted to march down there and fight Eddie on the spot to win you back. But he had been knocked down enough pegs the past year to know when he was beat. He gave you one last glance before turning around and heading back to his car. 

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[littlemissaddict]

Can I request a fluffy Eddie x Chrissy long fic where they celebrate their daughter’s 1st Birthday?

I'm sorry this took so long to write (long enough for you to send it through twice oops) but it's done finally so I hope you like it.

Word Count: 1804

Chrissy really shouldn't have been as surprised as she was when she left the bedroom after putting Blair, their almost one year old down to sleep for the night, to find Eddie in the midst of decorating the living area of the trailer for said almost one year olds birthday tomorrow. Before she was born, Eddie had made it clear that he planned to give their daughter everything that he had missed out on as a child, well up until he came to live with Wayne that is, although by then he was in his early teens and adamant that he didn't need all the fuss for his birthday.

"Eddie, honey are you sure this isn't too overboard? I mean she's only one, she probably doesn't even realise what her birthday means just yet" Chrissy enquiries. She doesn't mean to put a downer on his plans but she's trying to remain practical and she knows Eddie, every year he'll try and make her birthday better than the last.

Hearing her voice, he looks up from the banner he was untangling. His big, soft brown eyes wandering over to her, still filled with so much love for her even after all these years and the rocky start to their relationship, love that is only matched by the love for their daughter. "But it's her first birthday, it's a big day" he pouts as if that is all the explanation he needs to give to explain his desire to decorate like he is.

"I know Eddie, all I'm asking is do you think we need 5 birthday banners, the thousands of streamers and god knows how many balloons you've got tucked away in that bag" she laughs softly, reaching out to pull the bag closer to her to have a peak and see how many balloons and whatever else he's got tucked away. She only laughs more when he swats her hands away from the bag with an indignant 'hey' and follows it by pulling the bag closer to him and out of her reach.

"I haven't got thousands of streamers," he huffs, even though he does see where she's coming from even if he doesn't fully agree with the sentiment. Eddie had always gone overboard on things that mattered to him, always standing by the sentiment that if it was worth doing then it was worth overdoing and he wasn't about to stop now, not when it was for his baby girl. "And for your information I've only got three packets of balloons hidden away" he smirks, pulling the packets out to show her.

Chrissy doesn't miss the 'twenty balloons' written on the front of each packet and she sighs in defeat as she flops down on the floor opposite him and takes a packet of balloons from his hands. "You know it's a good job you're full of hot air, should make this easy for you" she teases, pulling a balloon from the bag as Eddie chokes in surprise at her words.

"Yeah well you get to put your blowing skills to good use" he shoots back when he finally recovers, following his words with a wink as she shakes her head at him.

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The following morning she's woken up by high pitched squealing and giggling coming from beside her in the bed. A quick glance at the alarm clock on the bedside tells her that it's just before 8am and it's a surprise to her that Eddie's willingly awake this early considering it's usually touching ten o'clock before he rolls out of bed if he has the chance. Rolling over she finds Eddie sitting up, leaning back against the headboard with his mini me perched on his lap giggling away as his hands wiggle against her sides as he tickles her. She notices the look of pure joy in her baby’s eyes and she can’t help but think that this isn’t such a bad way to wake up.

The movement of the bed seems to catch Eddie’s attention and he looks down at her, an even bigger smile lighting up his face when he sees that she’s awake before he turns back to the small girl in his lap. “Look baby, Mummy’s awake” he coos and she watches as the small girl whips her head around, her curls bouncing as she does so, looking as if she’s just realised that Chrissy is there.

“Mummy” she squeals, clumsily clambering off of Eddie’s lap and he winces as a pair of tiny elbows hit him in the ribs and tiny feet kick his thighs.

Chrissy can’t help the sleepy laugh that bubbles out of her as her baby practically launches herself at her, she wraps her arms securely around her tiny body as she pulls her to lay on top of her. A warm feeling fills her as Blair snuggles into her and she glances over at Eddie half expecting him to be inspecting the impact sites from tiny limbs but instead she finds him watching the two of them, his girls, with a fond smile on his face.

“Happy Birthday baby” she smiles, turning her attention back to the now wriggling girl in her arms as she babbles away in her own mixture of baby talk and intelligible words. “Is that so?” Chrissy smiles conspiratory as the baby talk ceases, “Well I sure hope you told daddy” she giggles as the baby talk resumes as Blair makes grabby hands for Eddie at the mention of her dad and Eddie happily takes her from Chrissy to give her space to get up.

“You hungry princess?” Eddie asks, chuckling as the baby babble becomes more energetic, “I’ll take that as a yes, how do pancakes sound? Yeah? Sweetheart?” He turns to Chrissy who breathes out a ‘sounds good’ and that’s all he needs before he’s rolling out of bed with Blair somehow sitting on his shoulders. She would worry but Blair’s excited squeal and giggles are all the reassurance she needs that she’s okay although it doesn’t stop her from following closely behind the pair to just to be doubly sure, well that and she doesn’t want to miss Blair’s reaction to the thirty or so balloons that they had blown up before calling it quits.

She hears the gasp, followed by “Daddy, Mommy look” as they come to a stop, her tiny hands gripping tight hold to Eddie’s hair and pulling it in her excitement and Chrissy doesn’t miss the way he winces at that.

“Happy Birthday princess” Eddie beams, untangling her hands from his hair and sighs in relief as he lifts her off his shoulders, “you wanna go see while Daddy makes breakfast” he asks and Blair nods excitedly, already trying to wriggle her way out of his arms. Once she’s safely on the floor the two of them watch as she wades into the sea of balloons covering the floor, her chubby little legs kicking them about much to her amusement. Amusement that lasts just about as long as it takes Eddie to make the pancakes, by then she’s itching for something else to do but luckily the food is enough of a distraction for her and like expected he’s gone overboard but Chrissy can’t find it in herself to care about it or about the mess that it’s sure to make because the happiness it brings them is more than worth it.

“A special breakfast for the birthday girl” he smiles as he presents two pancakes, cut up into small bite size pieces for her, drizzled in sticky syrup and accompanied by a swirl of whipped cream covered in sprinkles. Chrissy moves to help her as she usually does, the plastic baby fork in her hand ready but Blair seems to have other ideas as her pudgy hands go straight for the whipped cream and all she and Eddie can do is watch as it goes all over.

Chrissy sighs before turning to Eddie who was in the midst of accidentally spilling the syrup, “Just like her father” she says with a teasing smile as he looks back at her with wide eyes at the fact he’s been caught.

“But beautiful like her mother” he counters with a cheesy smile before he reaches for a cloth in an attempt to clean up the spillage.

Wayne turns up just as she’s finished opening her presents and he takes one look at the floor littered with balloons and torn wrapping paper and shakes his head but there's a smile on his face that can’t be missed. Blair clocks him as soon as he walks through the door, running towards him as fast as her tiny legs will take her and leaving a wave of balloons behind her. “There she is m’favourite girl” he drawls, bending down so that he can scoop her up in a hug and then groaning as he straightens up with her in his arms.

“You're getting old Wayne” Eddie teases his uncle with a laugh.

“Maybe but give it a few years boy and you’ll see” he shoots back, used to Eddie’s teasing after all these years. Blair on the other hand, isn’t happy that he has taken Wayne’s attention from her and makes it known with her unhappy babbles, “I know sweet girl but grandpa’s got a gift for you” he smiles, his free hand lifting to show her the rather large, brightly coloured gift bag that have her eyes widening and her mouth forming a small ‘o’ shape as she makes grabby hands for it.

He sets her down on the floor, opting to take a seat on the couch himself rather than joining her on the floor, maybe if he was younger he tells himself as he sets the bag down within arms reach of Blair who is quick to reach for it. She knocks it over in the process and Eddie prays that whatever it is isn’t breakable but then again it’s a gift for a one year old why would it be breakable. Chrissy joins Blair in the floor giving her a helping hand at pulling whatever it is out of the bag and the almost glass shattering squeal she makes when she finally sees her present makes them all wince.

“What is it princess?” Eddie asks, now joining the group as he smiles down at Blair who is clutching a teddy bear in her grasp that is almost, if not bigger than she is. “Wow look at that, what do you say to grandpa baby?” he encourages when she holds the bear out proudly towards him, showing off her new toy.

“Tank you” she grins adorably up at Wayne.

“Ant time sweet girl” he nods as she goes back to the teddy, babbling away to it as the three of them watch fondly.

#eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #hellcheer #request #borhapgirlforlife19

[chaoswithkaycee]

Hellfire and Honeysuckle, Chapter Two

Synopsis: A new girl has moved to Hawkins after the events of the hospital attack, with her own story and her own secrets. She's passionate about many things - her education, baking, friendship, kindness - and ready to finally make friends after a lifetime of running from place to place.

Warnings: Social awkwardness/anxiety, discussion of birthday, scenes in cars, discussion of parents, discussion of abuse, a little fluff

Rating: Minors DNI, this fic will have smut in later parts.

Author’s Note: I'm not fully happy with this chapter, so be extra nice about it. The story is picking up and my writing is improving. I'm so happy so many people are interested in the adventures of Honey. This fic is both an attempt at self-love (the character's image, accent, disability, and some history are very much based on my own) and the first work I've written in over a decade. It's also the first thing I've ever posted to a public forum. Please be nice. A big thank you, once more, to @thisishellfire and @writerwannabetree for creating stories with plus-sized characters, spurring me to create a story with a character like me.

Also fun-fact my birthday is next Saturday, the 10th <3

Word Count: 4k-ish again

Honey

But Monday, it seemed, could wait for her. The weekend passed at an agonizingly slow pace - somehow two days began to feel more like two decades. She passed the time by unpacking boxes, gingerly moving her tender arm by lifting the lightest items she could - and thinking about Monday. She considered whether she’d actually try sitting in the cafeteria this week, then quickly shot her own idea down. No, she’d rather not. She mulled over her homework assignments, already completed, questioning whether she should return to them to triple check answers - then reminded herself that it was only the first week and she had plenty of time to show off how smart she was. 

Consistently, however, she thought of Hellfire club. There were the three new babies : the curly haired, chubby cheeked Dustin who smiled with his tongue pushing between his teeth; Lucas, with his high-top fade and endless nervous energy; and the wiry, skinny, and exceptionally tall Mike, black hair feathering down past his chin and brushing his shoulders in the back. Then, a junior named Gareth with fluffy brown hair who seemed very fond of plaid vests - Gareth, the one who’d winced when she told her story about how she injured her shoulder. The rest of Hellfire was composed of seniors. There was a husky boy who asked everyone to call him Freak - which she respected, not because it was a nice name but because she understood not wanting to use the name one had been born with - and another named Jeff, whose entire closet seemed to consist of Black Sabbath t-shirts and acid-washed jeans. And, of course, there was Eddie. Eddie, ever the gentleman, intense but goofy, aloof but sweet - and herself. She knew Friday meetings were about to become the central point of her week.

Finally, after a lifetime, Monday arrived. She managed to wake up before her mom even made it home from work, brushing her teeth in record time as she considered the day. Why was she even excited for a Monday? Hellfire wasn’t until Friday, and she didn’t have any classes with any of her new friends. But she’d be there, at school. She might run into one of them in the hall. She might get the nerve up to sit in the cafeteria. She might, maybe, enjoy her day. 

Spitting the toothpaste foam out, she rinsed her mouth and wandered back into her room to figure out today’s outfit. Jean shorts today, that was a given. She wore jeans every day, shorts when it was warm like today, pants when it was chilly. Jeans were easy, they fit in everywhere. But which shirt? She was still digging through her boxes of clothes, half dressed, when her mom walked in from work. Mama’s scrubs were rumpled, her shoes scuffed, and she had dark circles under her eyes. But still, she crossed the room to kiss Honey’s temple. “Good mornin’, Honeysuckle. Excited for school?” Honey nodded, turning her back to her mother. This was the routine while Honey’s shoulder remained in the sling - Mama came in after work, before school, and helped Honey to clasp her bra and do her hair. Mama hummed quietly as she did so, running her fingers over Honey’s strawberry-blonde curls.

“Did you want just the sides back today, a ponytail, or a braid?” She hummed, voice dripping with comfort, though Honey could see the exhaustion on her face. She considered for a moment, then looked across the room at the mirror in the corner a few feet away. “A braid. French, if you have the energy.” Her mother smiled at the reflection of the tiny redhead. “Absolutely. Sit.” Mama pulled the desk chair out and put her hand on Honey’s good shoulder, pushing her into the chair so she could start to work on Honey’s hair. Honey winced once when Mama pulled the hair too tight, but in a few minutes she had a perfectly formed french braid pulling her hair out of her face and off her neck. Mama regarded Honey in the mirror for a second, fixing her bra strap on her shoulder, then smiled. “Beautiful as a bluebonnet.” She stated, kissing Honey’s temple again. “Lunch is in the fridge, and I expect you to eat the carrot sticks before the cookies. Do you need anythin’ else before I go lay down?” Her voice was soft, but stern. Mama had never raised her voice or hand to Honey, and for that she was thankful. With every move, every club, every school, every job and new house, she had remained Honey’s safe haven, her heart and home. Though Honey was now old enough to do her own hair, pack her own lunch, and wash her own clothes, she was happy to let Mama do them anyway. Mama seemed to sleep much better knowing that Honey wasn't going to school hungry or messy. Maybe because her own parents hadn’t taken the same care with her, or maybe she thought it would make up for Honey not having a father - though neither of them really minded him being out of the picture. Still, it was a nice routine to sit and let her do Honey’s hair. They only had a little bit more time before she’d leave for college and Mama wouldn’t be there to do it anymore, so they didn’t mind stretching it a little more.

“No, Mama. I just need to find a shirt and I can head out. Go sleep. I’ll be home before 5.” She nodded, passing one tired hand over Honey’s head to smooth flyaways and turned to walk out. “I’ll see you later, Honeysuckle,” She called over her shoulder, the end of her daughter’s name melting into a yawn. Honey smiled and decided on a baby blue blouse with a high waist and a square neckline. It was one Lilah had bought for her, though that was four years ago and it was beginning to fit a little too tight across the chest. Still, it was a cute shirt, it was comfortable, and it was clean. She looked in the mirror again, patting her freckled cheeks and smoothing her shirt over her stomach, then placed her arm in its sling and situated it. Her shoulder felt almost normal, and she was happy to consider being without the sling by the end of the week. Honey grabbed her backpack, stopping in the kitchen to slip her lunch into it, then shuffled out the door. “Love you Mama!” She shouted as she pulled the door closed, hearing a muffled “Love you too!” from her mother’s room just before it clicked closed. 

She was fiddling with her keys, trying to lock the door, when she heard a car pull onto the gravel in front of her home behind her. She assumed someone was using the cul-de-sac to turn around, but the engine seemed to be idling. She turned, reaching for her bike, when her eyes locked onto the van. Eddie. Eddie’s van was parked in front of her house, and he was hopping out of the driver’s seat to open the passenger side for her as he chewed on the end of a dum-dum lollipop. She stepped out of the chain link fence, closing it before turning to him. “Hey, uh, what are you doin’ here?” She asked, inwardly wincing at the way her accent dragged “you” into “yeeew”. He pushed his hair out of his face, giving her a small smile and leaning against the open car door. “Picking you up?” There was something in his voice, not anxiety but something that sounded like it. He was waiting for her to turn her nose up at him, she realized. 

“Well, yes, I assumed that, but why?” She pushed her bag onto the passenger side floor, indicating that she’d go with him regardless of his answer. “I know you said you wouldn’t be able to use your arm for another week, so I figured I’d just give you rides until you can hold both handlebars on your bike. We don’t need to lose our newest cleric to a bad spill on her bike.” He answered back, still smiling and giving her his arm to help get herself into the van. She nodded a thank you and pulled herself in, waiting for him to close the door. But he didn’t. No, he apparently thought she was incapable of basic care, because he proceeded to pull himself up to her side, grab her seatbelt, and pull it across her body.

She caught the scent of apples in his hair as he pulled back, patting her leg and finally closing the door while he jogged around the other side. As he started to pull off, she noticed the curtain in the living room window shift and groaned inwardly. She just knew Mama was going to question her later. If there was one thing Mama worried about, it was boys - particularly, older boys. After all, Honey’s father had been twenty-four when she’d been born three months before Mama’s 18th birthday. Honey didn’t blame her, but she’d also never given Mama any reason not to trust her. Still, Honey started the mental preparation for what she knew would be a long, long talk after school.

The ride to school was uneventful, Eddie played his music and talked about his plans for the next school week - it sounded like a lot of skipping was involved, truth be told - throwing his chewed up dum dum stick out of the van window at some point between her house and the school. “What about you?” His question pulled Honey out of her thoughts. “What do you mean, what about me?” She asked, trying to remember what he’d been saying. “I asked what you’re planning this week. You know, new kid, new school, new town.” She shrugged on her good side. “Nothin’ much. I think Mama’s makin’ a cake this weekend, so I’ll probably be helpin’, but that’s all I’d really planned.” He cocked an eyebrow at her, turning to actually look at her as he sat at the red light in front of them. “Why’s your mom making a cake?” His voice was colored with curiosity and he stared so long that the car behind him honked when the light turned green. She stared back, unblinking. “For my birthday,” Came a short answer. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to him - she just had no idea how.

“No shit, your birthday is this weekend?” He smiled, pulling into the parking lot. She bounced with the van as he passed over potholes in the parking lot. “Well, kind of. My birthday’s Friday.” He slammed the brakes on the van as he pulled into a parking spot, throwing the car into park before looking over with guilt as he saw her rubbing her shoulder from all the jostling. “Shit, sorry. Still. Your birthday is Friday, you weren’t going to tell us?” For a split second, he almost sounded hurt. “I just told you. I guess I hadn’t considered tellin’ anyone. Sorry.” She moved to unbuckle herself, but he reached across and clicked the button for her. She could almost swear his eyes watched the trail of the seatbelt as it slid up her hip, over her thighs, and across her chest. 

But that was silly. Before he could say something else, she popped open the door of the van and jumped down, hissing a little at the landing. It was higher than she’d realized. Almost as if he’d raced around, suddenly Eddie was next to her, snatching her backpack before she could grab it. She sighed. “Eddie, I promise I can carry my own backpack. I’m not gonna have you around all day to carry it for me, now am I?” He didn’t answer, just shrugged at her and stared back in defiance. “Alright, fine, you can carry it ‘til the bell. But I need it back at the bell, understand?” He nodded, a hint of a victorious smile at the edge of his lips.

“So, how old are you turning?” He asked, slowing his pace so she didn’t have to run to keep up with him as the two of them trudged towards the school together. “You should know that it’s rude to ask a lady her age,” She joked, then gave a tight smile when he looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll be 18.” She admitted, fiddling with the hem of her shirt as she stepped inside the school. His lips twitched up. “Aw, I never would have thought you’d be so grown up.” He laughed, comparing her height to his with his hand. She laughed with him. “Okay, yes, I’m short, but I still age.” A thought crossed her mind. She needed to thank him for the ride to school. “Turn around, I need to get into my bag.” He did so, surprisingly without argument, and dipped his body down just enough for her to reach the zipper. After a few seconds of fiddling, she pulled out the small ziploc bag of chocolate chip cookies she and her mom had made the day before. She zipped the bag up and patted it, signaling he could turn around. He did, eyes falling to her hand. “Here, it’s a thank you for givin’ me a ride.” She pressed the cookies into his hand, giggling at the shock on his face. “Honey, no, I gave you a ride to help, not because I expected payment.” He tried to push them back, but she pulled her hand away and leaned against the wall, looking up at him. “No, I want you to have somethin’ for the trouble. Besides, Mama gets annoyed because I keep eatin’ the sweets in my lunch first and, truth be told, I should cut back.” She was half joking, pinching the fat on her tummy through her shirt and looking down at it.

She didn’t expect his reaction. “Hey.” He demanded her attention, voice low and stern. She looked up again, hand falling from her waist. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. It’s much more rude than asking a lady’s age.” The bell rang in the time it took her to digest his words, and he slipped her backpack onto her shoulder, trotting away. She was still reflecting on it as she made her way into first period English Lit, sliding into the isolated seat in the back of the classroom that she’d been in all week before. She liked it, she was next to the window and there was no one next to her to bother her. Until, of course, there was. She was busy pulling her notebook out when she felt a presence to her right, turning to find Eddie sitting in the next seat, chewing on one of the cookies and nodding his head in approval. “What are you doin’, stalkin’ me?” She joked, trying to keep her voice lighthearted. He shook his head. “No, this is my class.” She made a face, uncapping her pen one-handed and leaning over the side of the desk to whisper. “No, I’ve been here for a week and I’ve never seen you.” He smirked, whispering back conspiratorially. “Well, yeah, I skipped. I’ve done that first-week shit twice already.”

She stared, incredulous. “You skipped the entire first week of classes?” His smirk never wavered as he pulled another cookie out, munching on it and nodding. She blinked, twice more, before deciding not to push it and turned to face the teacher. He was going to be the death of her, she just knew it. She already couldn’t think straight from this morning, and now all she could smell were the hints of apple in his hair and the chocolate chip cookies as the teacher started going on about Ray Bradbury. She tried to take notes, but they ended up swimming in front of her eyes. She was relieved when the bell rang an hour later, stuffing her notebook in her backpack and rushing out before Eddie could try to take her bag or say anything.

Hours passed, lunch arrived, and she found her place at the picnic tables outside. She was midway through a carrot stick, nose in Fahrenheit 451, when she heard the click of a lunch tray across from her. She smelled apples. God, please, give me peace. I don’t want a crush. But she looked up from her book. Eddie sat across from her, his familiar smirk painted on as he munched on a fry. “I see you’re eating your vegetables.” He joked, pointing his chin at the carrot stick in her hand. She nodded politely but said nothing. His face fell. “Honey, are you mad at me?” His eyebrows were drawn together, the fingers of one hand dancing on the table while he licked the salt off the fingers of his other hand.

“No, Eddie. I’m not mad at you. I just…I don’t know how to talk to people. We moved around a lot, sometimes twice in one year I’d have a new school and new people to meet. I don’t…I don’t know how to be a friend, I guess.” She picked at the orange nail polish on her thumb as she lied. Well, partially lied. She did have trouble talking to people - but more so, she had trouble talking to him. She could already tell she was developing a crush, and she didn’t want or need that. First, it was way too soon in meeting him to have any types of feelings and second, he likely wouldn’t return the feelings. Most people didn’t. If her size didn’t turn them off, then her lack of social awareness did. And if neither did the trick, her disability took care of the rest. She’d never even had a boyfriend, in all honesty, though she’d always been a hopeless romantic who gobbled up Disney movies and fairytales like candy.

And like that, he was back to the happy, goofy boy from this morning. “That’s okay, I’ll just keep trying.” She was in awe at his perseverance, his kindness. Which only served to make the problem worse as she thought about it throughout the day, remembering the smell of apples, the brown of his eyes, the curve of his smile. It was all she could do to hold back a smile when he met her outside the building, swinging his car keys around his finger. That’s okay, though, since he did enough smiling for both of them. The car ride home, luckily, was uneventful - until he pulled up to her house. Her mom stood in the doorway, already in work scrubs, and watched Honey exit the car. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Honey.” He whispered as she turned to close the door. “See you tomorrow, Eddie.” She answered, pushing it closed and turning towards her house.

And now, it was time to face her mother. 

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Eddie

Eddie had been sitting in front of the TV on Sunday night, finally thinking about attending school - and the new girl. She’d let slip during Hellfire on Friday that she was a senior, like him, and he’d been kicking himself all weekend wondering if she had been in any of his classes that he’d skipped, if he’d had a chance to meet her a little sooner that he’d missed. And now, he couldn’t even guarantee he’d see her until Friday - assuming she came back to Hellfire - and he wanted to see her now. All at once, like a bolt of lightning, he had an idea. Her shoulder was messed up for another week. He could give her a ride to and from school for a week, it gave him an excuse to see her, to listen to that pretty accent again. He made sure to get to bed early that night (well, before midnight) so that he could be out the door with the sun to pick her up.

That was how he found himself sitting in front of her now, chewing on a french fry and watching her nibble on a carrot stick. He was still mulling over the way she’d insulted herself this morning, making a comment about her image like she wasn’t the most gorgeous girl he’d seen in his life - though he was wondering if he’d crossed a line by warning her to stop. She’d been quiet since they’d started English Lit, and had left so quickly he hadn’t even been able to say goodbye or thank her for the cookies. She’d been down the hallway and out of sight before he’d even managed to get out of the classroom, and he hadn’t seen her since. Honestly, he’d thought she was skipping lunch when he came into the cafeteria and didn’t see her, until he’d looked out of the cafeteria window and noticed she was one of a handful of students eating at the picnic tables outside. He’d plopped himself down in front of her, watching her eyes flick up to him silently and back down to the book they were supposed to be reading for class. He, personally, was not a fan of dystopian future novels, and had decided to just skate by from his memory. 

But now, he was watching her force a smile as she tried to tolerate his presence, and he became more sure every second that he’d crossed a line in telling her not to speak negatively about her body. He had to know. “Honey, are you mad at me?” He drew his eyebrows together as he licked the salt from his fingers, tapping his other hand on the table as he watched her. She seemed to be wrestling with the idea of answering him, until she finally dog-eared her book and gave him her attention. 

“No, Eddie. I’m not mad at you. I just…I don’t know how to talk to people. We moved around a lot, sometimes twice in one year I’d have a new school and new people to meet. I don’t…I don’t know how to be a friend, I guess.” He tried not to let her see the empathy he felt for her. Obviously that would have made it hard to make lasting friendships or learn any real social skills. She already seemed like a naturally shy personality, and to be shuffled from place to place during one’s formative years couldn’t have been easy. He decided he’d make it easy for her. He smiled, picking up another fry. “That’s okay, I’ll just keep trying.” And he watched as her lips twitched up, almost in a smile. He gave her a quick wink before letting her return to her book, content to watch her read for a few minutes before pulling The Hobbit out of his own bag and reading in tandem. He swore he saw her smile as they separated back to their classes and he spent the rest of his classes thinking about it. Thinking about her smile, her blonde eyelashes, her orange nail polish. Her birthday. Oh, shit, her birthday. She’d said it was Friday. He knew immediately, he needed to get the guys together and plan something for her - whether they liked it or not.

At the end of the day, he raced to the front of the school, waiting for her and swinging his keys on his finger. And then, there she was, pushing through the crowd with her sling pulled close to her, her eyes catching his. As he drove her home, he watched from the corner of his eye as she chewed on her finger, clearly nervous - and once he pulled up to her house, he saw why. Her mother, practically a blueprint for her, was standing at the door, hands on her hips and her own strawberry blonde curls pulled into a messy ponytail. He parked, letting her out. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Honey.” He whispered, watching her close the door. “See you tomorrow Eddie.” She mumbled back, closing the door and walking up the sidewalk to her house. Her mother gave him a glance over her shoulder, surprising him with a friendly wave as she closed the door. By the time Eddie got home, he already had a plan for her birthday. He just needed to wait until Friday, to get the funds together. He even found he was excited before bed that night, thinking about seeing her the next morning.

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #hellfire club #honeysuckle #texas #survivor #fanfiction #new writer #new kid #birthday

[casspurrjoybell-24]

My Mate - Chapter 7 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

I think I'm freaking out a little... or a lot.

Tomorrow's my birthday... I'll be eighteen... I'll be able to detect my Mate.

'Why am I freaking out? I've been waiting for this forever.'

Frowning at my naked form in the mirror, I turned from side to side before looking down at my groin.

I'm not very big in that department.

'What if I can't satisfy my mate? What if I'm not attractive to him?'

I mean, everyone has always picked on me because I'm a small blond Omega.

They make it seem like those features are unattractive.

What if my mate thinks the same?

I don't have much body hair, my leg and armpit hair is more of a strawberry blond and can't really be seen unless you're looking closely.

Should I shave my legs like my Mom? Maybe I should shave my pubic hair, it's strawberry blond like the hair on my head.

Shrieking, I shifted into my small wolf and took off out of my room.

While I was running down the stairs to the first floor, I tumbled and ended up falling the rest of the way down.

Landing with a thud, I grunted and laid their unmoving for a moment before pushing myself up.

Mom and Dad were in the living room and I went to Mom whimpering.

She looked up from her Kindle and I jumped up on the couch beside her.

I was unconsciously yipping like a young pup for its Mom as I pressed my head against her side.

Dad was watching curiously but I hid my face.

Mom sighed and started running her fingers through my copper fur which had an immediate effect and calmed me down some.

Like in my Human form, I'm not very big... I'm a runt.

My wolf is about as small as a medium sized dog and my fur is still kind of fluffy like a pups.

I looked like a house pet but at least I could curl up on the couch beside Mom as she scratched behind my ears.

She was reading again and I slowly wiggled until I was laying half on her lap so she could scratch my belly... I liked that the most.

My leg involuntarily kicked as she scratched some spots but I didn't mind, it felt good.

I woke a few hours later alone and to the smell of food that made my tummy grumbled.

Slipping off the couch, I went upstairs to my room knowing Mom would yell if I went into her kitchen with my fur.

Shifting and quickly dressing in pajamas, I went back downstairs and found my parents in the kitchen.

They were talking lowly but stopped and looked at me when I entered.

Looking away embarrassed by how I'd acted, I climbed up onto a barstool.

"Hungry?" Mom asked knowingly and I nodded.

"Good, I'm making your favorite since I can't tomorrow."

I frowned at that and looked up.

My birthdays usually weren't happy days for me... especially after all those years mom made me hand out invitations to my whole class.

I'd spend the day on the couch waiting for at least one classmate to show up... no one ever did.

I finally got the nerve when I was eleven to tell mom I didn't want to celebrate my birthday anymore.

So we compromised and mom decided she'd make me a birthday dinner with only immediate family.

"Don't look at me like that. I have to be at the pack house tomorrow, the Alpha is having guest from another pack for dinner."

"What? Why?" I asked, curious.

The Alpha doesn't just allow anyone on his territory, it'd have to be someone important.

"Who?"

Mom shrugged and I looked at Dad who pretended not to notice.

"It doesn't matter, you're going to stay away," she said, looking up to glare at me.

They must be really important... maybe another Alpha?

"Yes ma'am," I said after realizing she was waiting for a response.

"Now, are you going to tell us what that was about earlier?"

I dropped my head onto the counter and groaned.

"Nothing," I said lowly.

"Sit up and answer your mother."

I did as Dad said and sighed.

"It was nothing. I was just being stupid."

It was stupid of me to worry about my Mate not liking me, even if he doesn't, he's stuck with me for life.

"Just... I was just thinking about tomorrow."

Mom looked up from the noodles she was boiling, a smile stretching across her face.

"Thinking about your Mate weren't you?" she giggled excitedly and I looked at her weirdly.

"Any idea who it could be?"

I shrugged and Dad laughed.

"There's someone you'd like it to be," Dad said knowingly, making my face burn.

Before they could gang up on me, the front door opened and they both sniffed before looking at each other.

Clearly speaking through their bond link.

I didn't smell anything but I heard two sets of footsteps and I dreaded the thought of Robert being with him.

I didn't want to see him at all and was about to get up and run upstairs to hide until Calvin entered the kitchen.

That dark haired female I remembered from the fair following closely behind.

"Calvin," Mom said putting on a fake smile.

"Who's your friend?"

Calvin seemed hesitant before he grabbed the female's hand and pulled her to his side.

My eyes widened in surprise as I got an idea of where this was going.

"Mom, Dad, I have something to tell you."

'Oh this was not going to go good... Mom lost her smile as if knowing this too.'

"This is Carmen, my girlfriend."

Calvin looked down at the female and then back to our parents.

"And she's pregnant... with my pup."

[ohtumbly]

The Secret Life of Pokémon episode 4

Out at the Fair

A Pokemon Fair has began this summer and I've practiced on baking recently, with the help of my Pokemon. With this, I could be able to make a fresh bakes stand and sell these for a small amount.

I made cookies, cupcakes, and these colorful macarons, and packed them in a basket.

Pokemon in bag:

- Machamp

- Ampharos

- Pidgeot

- Meganium

- Braixen

- Lapras

Following me:

- Mime Jr.

- Wynaut

- Pikachu

- Eevee

I've finally arrived at the fair. There were tents, a carousel, game booths, vendors, and people evrywhere, followed by their pokemon.

I've unpacked the basket and laid everything on a sturdy crate. The cupcakes, the cookies, and the tip jar, all on the crate.

I got myself another crate and unpacked the ingredients for baking on the other crate.

Machamp shaped a sheet of stiff metal to a baking tray,

and Braixen prepared a bonfire.

Back at home, the rest of them at home were busy cleaning up the kitchen.

Magneton: Phew. The oven's done with the cleaning. But next time don't let me deal with a hot oven.

Marill: I've packed everything in the lunchboxes, and boy have we got room to spare.

Scorbunny: So what can we put in there?

Marill looked at the empty kitchen counter.

Marill: Uhh...we'll think about it.

I grabbed a permanent marker and started writing on a big canvas:

Decorated Cupcakes: P15 for 1

Cookies: P10 for 1

Assorted Macarons: P15 for 1, buy 2 get one free

Rocky Brownies: P12 for 1

Berry Brownies: P12 for 1

Flying Meringue: P14 for 1

P(x) stands for Pokemon dollars, I can't find the symbol

It's pretty small, I know, but it's for everyone.

Our first customer is my sister. She's busy setting up a Farfetch'd shooting game (no real Pokemon were used here) and decided to grab a grub of the baked treats I have here.

She asked for six rocky brownies and eight berry brownies. Some for herself and the rest for her other Pokemon, especially Snorlax.

I gave her the brownies on the tray and made more berry brownies.

I mixed flour, sugar, an egg, a splash of moo moo milk, a good dusting of cacao powder, and berries, into a bowl and mixed it up. I then poured the batter onto the pan Machamp made and placed it over the fire.

And just like that, the brownies are ready. I restocked them onto the tray where all the cupcakes and everything else were placed.

The second customer was Cousin JW with his friendly Bellsprout. He's got a hungry Carnivine to feed, so I baked lots of cookies and piped up two cloudy meringues for him. The meringue was fluffy all over.

I've decided to follow my sister and Cousin JW to try out the game booths, so here's what all the other Pokemon I've left at the stand doing:

Braixen: Phew, dealing with this oven's really tiring. I've definitely needed some rest.

Will you help me watch the fire for me?

Meganium: Nah, I can't go so close to that fire.

Eevee: How's all the stones at my shelf?

Pikachu: They're alright, in mint condition.

Wynaut: Why!

Mime Jr.: Who's in this pokeball?

He dropped the pokeball on the floor and Lapras comes out.

Whoops!

Lapras: Help! Where's the water?!

Machamp puts him back in the pokeball.

Machamp: We better put him back. If we find an apple bobbing bucket or a pool, we'll drop him there.

Ampharos: Since the boy's not here, I think we should make more of these delicious treats!

Machamp: I'm up!

Wynaut: Why!

Mime Jr. poured everything into a bowl and stirred it with a wooden spoon.

Wynaut poured the batter into cupcake liners and tossed them into the tray.

Braixen puts them over the fire.

I've came back and the stand was full of cupcakes.

With this many, I've got to get more people to buy them, or I'll have to raise the price like it's yeast!

#the secret life of pokemon