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cashmoneyyysstuff · 5 months

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you’re watching the maury show on your computer when katsuki marches into your room without a word and flops down next to you on your bed.

“ hello to you, too.” you snort. his words are muffled by your sheets but you’re about 90% sure he told you to shut up, you ignore it.

he lays face down on your bed for a while not saying anything and you know he’s had a long day and wants to be close to you without actually talking. you don’t mind, you’ll give him his space until he reaches out himself.

and he does after a little bit, turning his head around to face you as he looks from you to your computer screen, eyes focusing on the woman screaming that the man she cheated on her husband with was 100% not the father of her baby, mixed with the cheers of the audience.

he looks at you and raises a brow “ what’s happenin ?”

“ lady cheated on her husband with his brother.” you respond.

“ his brother ?” he repeats. his eyebrows furrow and you know he’s hooked. if there’s one thing katsuki loves but will never admit he does, it’s trash tv.

you nod, grinning somewhat evilly “his brother. now they’re trying to find out which one’s the father.”

he hums, scooting himself closer to you so he can see the screen too. he flips himself around so his neck isn’t craned at that awkward angle anymore and settles himself down right next to you. hook, line and sinker.

he wraps his arm around your shoulder and shoves his head in your neck, breathing you in. you both don’t say anything. “do you want me to play it from the beginning for you ?” he shakes his head in your neck. you reach your hand up to scratch at his scalp and you smile when he sighs. he holds you a little tighter, pressing feather light kisses into your neck.

katsuki’s never been good at expressing himself with any other emotion that isn’t anger. it makes him feel stupid and weak and soft. he’s had a long fucking day and he doesn’t wanna talk about it, simply wanting to indulge in you but he can’t tell you that, can’t find the words to, so he tries to find other ways to tell you and he hopes you understand and you do.

katsuki’s thankful for you because sometimes he wants to talk, wants to open up about what’s bothering him but sometimes he doesn’t. he doesn’t and you don’t pry when you know he doesn’t and he’s so thankful for you. he presses kisses on your skin and soft bites at your flesh to convey just how thankful he is, how grateful he is for having you. he hopes every warm press of his lips against your skin can convey how much he loves you loving him. and it does, because you turn your head and kiss the side of his head so sweetly and he knows you’re it for him.

he’ll tell you all of this one day, he promises. he’ll tell you all the thoughts swimming around in his head one day, but he hopes this’ll do for now. and unknowingly to him, it absolutely does.

he pulls his head out of your neck and kisses you hard on the cheek one, two, three times and you giggle. you feel him smile into your cheek when he kisses you a fourth time.

“fuck’re they screamin’ about ?” he says and you turn to look back at the screen. the woman is yelling at her husband’s brother vehemently denying the possibility of him being her baby’s father. you feel a little bad for laughing. “ she says he’s not the dad” you answer.

he clicks his tongue “ why the fuck is she on the show then.” he says, turning his attention back to your computer but his grip on you stays secure. you press yourself a little closer to him.

you’re still smiling lightly when you look back at your screen, simply shrugging. “ she said something about her having more sex with her husband than with him.” you answer and he snorts.

“ ten bucks neither one of them’s the father.”

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farceurcole · 6 months

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STARL-L-IGHT~ WE JUUSSST KNEW YOU’D SEE THINGS OUR WAY~EHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!

#naptime attendant #daycare attendent #spooky #y/n looking in the mirror #yall they dont look stable rn #fnaf sb #lil blurb #rocking some new eyes #noice #this was meant for cringetober day 1 #my art #hehehe

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watermelonsugacry · 1 year

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This with yn and harry on the red carpet during the 1d days

oh my gosh YESS

As the band moves down to the next spot of the red carpet, YN clutches the side of the long train of her dress to make sure Niall or the other boys don’t step in it—by accident or on purpose. They all situate themselves so that each band member can place a hand on each other’s backs as they pose to get their pictures taken. Harry has to admit, this is one of his favorite stances that the band takes on walks like these. Since being a teenager, thankfully he’s been able to control the blush that tends to rise to his cheeks at her soft touch.

It’s moments like these where he slips into a faint daydream. While he loves the boys so very dearly, he imagines a scenario where it’s just the two of them on the red carpet—waiting in line at a coffee shop, walking down the streets lined with shopping outlets, or escorting her out of a fancy restaurant. With his hand protectively and possessively clutched around her waist, she would be his and nothing else would matter.

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the way how naturally she shifts her head to the screaming paparazzi in front of them, the lights from their flashing cameras are blinding but she makes it seem like it's no bother to her. She poses so elegantly, her mesh-covered leg peaks out just enough from the slit of her dress and it leaves him having to concentrate extra hard to keep his gaze forward.

He also sees the way she looks down at herself, taking her hand out from Niall’s back and trying (but failing) to discreetly tug on the top part of her dress as she feels it begins to slip. It was yet another tactic their management has forced upon her “good girl” image: making the fabric at her bust compressed and low yet “hiding” it under a layer of mesh to not seem too exposed.

Without a second thought, Harry rotates himself to stand in front of her as she adjusts her tight fabric over her chest. He doesn’t look down at her at first as he gives her the privacy that she needs. Instead, he fixes his gaze on one of the American Music Awards icons on the wall beside her head, rubbing his index finger under his nose with that furrow in his eyebrows.

YN looks up at him surprised but quickly takes the opportunity to finish fixing herself, ignoring the groans and questioning the paparazzi yell out. Although Harry’s the sweetest man she’s ever met in her life, the scowl on his face as he looks beside himself can intimidate any building of a man. When he finally meets her eyes, his heart nearly melts in his chest at the endearing smile she gives him. With a nod of reassurance, she gives him a loving squeeze of his arm in return as he goes back to his spot next to her left.

If this were a different scenario, if he truly acted out on the “bad boy” persona that their management team tried to bestow onto him, if he wasn’t media trained for it (or if his mum didn’t teach him any better), he would yell back at the deafening men at the barricade with their cameras reaching for the best shot of the band.

Unknowingly to her, all of his anger seems to dissipate when he feels her hand slide from its platonic place at the middle of his broad back to the bottom of his spine. The action is unexpected to him and it almost makes him physically shudder at her touch.

So instead of his mutual facial expression that he’s been giving the cameras from the start of the night, a small smirk sits comfortably on his lips.

SINCE 2010 masterlist

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rainylana · 2 years

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parenting<3

the trailer is absolutely trashed. there’s baby clothes everywhere. toys and diapers, empty bottles. the tv is on humming in the background, set on a low volume. there’s a small lamp illuminating the living room in an orange glow. there eddie lays on the couch, long legs dangling off uncomfortably, hair tied up in a tangled ponytail that’s falling out of place, while your baby daughter is tucked between his arms and fast asleep on his chest, swaddled in her pink, checkered blanket that wayne had gotten for her when she was born. her stuffed elephant is supported behind her father’s neck. he snatched it from her when she finally fell asleep.

Her tiny fist had a hold on his faded metallica shirt, her other hand up to her mouth with her thumb stuck between her tiny little lips. the front of her onesie is damp from the countless spills when she dropped her bottle, even Eddie has some too. You hated working the late shift at the doctors office, but you had to admit it, it was worth it when you got to come home to sights like these.

#eddie munson #stranger things season four #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson blurb #lil blurb #dad eddie #kill me #fluff af #lowkey wanna write a fic with eddie and a baby

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augustslippedavvay · 1 year

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when i see you, the whole world reduces to just that room (eddie munson)

summary: after what feels like the longest year of your life, you’re ready to ring in 1987 in the wheelers’ basement with your closest friends, one of whom you’ve begun to think of as a little more than that - and you’re starting to suspect he might have, too.

author’s note: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! idk i’m supposed to be finishing like, eight other wips but i decided to spur of the moment write a really self indulgent new year’s eve blurb bc why not!!! i’m feeling festive!!! i hope u like <33 also i scouted TIRELESSLY for lyrics for a good title for this before i settled on this one from ‘don’t delete the kisses’ by wolf alice - i looked through like a dozen ‘new year’s kiss’-esque playlists to find a good song LMAOOO

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader word count: 2k <3 warnings: none just fluffy nonsense, mutual pining, maybe a lil angst bc of the events of season 4

“I swear to all that is holy, if you two don’t make out tonight, I’m–”

“It’s not that simple, Buckley, okay?”

“It totally is that simple, Eddie! You’ve been crushing for ages, just kiss her already!”

“Everything alright in here?”

Eddie and Robin look up at where you’re leaning against the doorway, both of their faces pale, like you’ve caught them in the act of something reprehensible, but really they’re just standing in front of the kitchen sink talking in hushed voices. Which, in retrospect, isn’t any less suspicious. You cock an eyebrow. “I heard shouting.”

“Yeah, fine,” Robin says, smiling, then brushes past you on her way back to the basement. “Eddie and I were just discussing some very important business. I’ll be downstairs. Happy new year!”

“Happy new year,” you murmur, pressing a hand against her arm as she passes. You glance up at Eddie, frozen on the other side of the room, hesitating for a moment before stepping three paces closer. “You okay?”

Eddie hums, his back still turned to you. His Iron Maiden tee rides up on one side, exposing the tanned plane of his back as he reaches up to grab the champagne flutes Mrs. Wheeler keeps in the cupboard above the sink, where really nobody can reach them except the big kids, and now Mike, the beanpole. You press a thumb to your bottom lip contemplatively, take a small, shuddering breath.

“Are you sure? It sounded like you and Robin–”

“Yeah, sweetheart, all’s fine,” Eddie says, turning and gesturing towards himself with three glasses in his hand. “Can you help me grab the rest of these? Told Harrington I’d make sure they were ready for midnight.”

“Of course,” you murmur, taking the ones already in his hands into yours, your knuckles brushing only briefly against his, and watch him grab four more by the stem, wincing only slightly when they clink together. He turns to face you, meeting your eye momentarily and when you go to open your mouth again, he raises his eyebrows and angles his head in the direction of the basement. You sigh. “Yeah, sure, let’s get these downstairs.”

As you descend the stairs behind Eddie, you watch Robin, Steve, Vickie, and Nancy peel themselves apart, each of them giving you their own wary glances, heading off into different corners of the basement, busying themselves and avoiding your gaze. You stop abruptly when you reach the bottom of the stairs, try to cross your arms as far as they’ll go with the champagne flutes in your grasp.

“Seriously, you guys, what the hell is going on?”

“Nothing!” You shoot a glare at Robin, who crosses her heart with her fingers. “Nothing’s going on. Swear.”

“You’re all being so weird, and upstairs, in the kitchen, you and Eddie, like, practically jumped out of your skin when I walked in the room, and now this?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Robin insists, glancing sideways at Steve. “We, uh. We’ve all just been trying to convince Eddie to apply to work at that tiny new record store going in in the spring. He thinks it’s a long shot, but we all know he’s a shoe-in. He’s being too stubborn about it, honestly.”

Eddie scoffs, and you frown, but resume your descent, handing the champagne flutes to Steve, who sets them on a table set up in the furthest corner of the room. You glance at Eddie, suspiciously quiet, who’s ditched his own glasses and is now busying himself trying to figure out the TV.

“Fine, whatever.”

“We can have champagne tonight, too, right?” Max pipes up from the couch, and you narrow your eyes at her. She’s clearly in on whatever the others are up to, changing the subject like that. She holds her arms up defensively.

“No, Mayfield, everyone’s parents would kill me,” Steve scoffs, prompting some muttered insults from Max. “Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me. I’m serious.”

Protests pop up around the room, all of the kids suddenly offended at the prospect that they’re too young to have champagne with the rest of you, though they hadn’t been bothered until Max brought it up.

“I mean, I think, like, half a glass wouldn’t hurt?”

Steve looks at Nancy, eyes wide, a bewildered look passing across his face. “Nance, I thought I’d at least have you on my side!”

Jonathan laughs and throws an arm around Nancy’s shoulder. He shrugs. “What’s the harm, Harrington? Nancy’s parents are out of town, we’re all just gonna crash here anyway. Live a little, dude.”

“Yeah, Harrington,” Max grins, and Steve shoots her a warning glance.

“Fine, fine, whatever,” Steve says, glancing up at you. “Give me a hand again?”

Plastic cups of champagne are passed around, and you watch as everyone experiences it for the first time. El is sniffing the drink, not sure what to make of it, glancing up at Will, who seems not to mind the taste. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike are all watching Max for her reaction, and when she takes her first sip she immediately pulls a face, disgusted.

“God, it’s so…dry?”

Steve snorts. “It’s champagne, Mayfield! Get used to it!”

On the TV, everyone is preparing for the ball to drop. Jonathan grabs Nancy, Vickie grabs Robin, and you watch all of your friends hug and preemptively wish one another a happy new year. After the year you’ve all had, you can’t help but tear up a little at the sight of everyone you love safe and happy and together in the same room.

“Hey, uh,” Eddie whispers, standing at your shoulder with a full flute of champagne in his outstretched hand. You thank him and tap the glass against his own, watching him over its rim as you take your first sip. Eddie clears his throat, one hand clasped around the back of his neck. “You wouldn’t by any chance, I don’t know, want to be my new year’s kiss?”

You swallow the sparkling wine, trying to discern from the look on his face whether he’s being serious or not. His brown eyes are so bright, even in the dimly-lit basement.

When you realize he’s not joking, you take a step closer to him. “Yeah, yes, Eddie,” you breathe, one hand pressed against his chest through his tee shirt. Your hand holding your drink drops to your side, and Eddie clasps one hand around it.

“Yeah?” He says, grinning, and you nod one more time for good measure. One hand against the side of your face, Eddie lets out a long breath, his cheeks flushing. “You’re sure?”

“Munson,” you whisper into the space between your open mouths, and as the countdown starts, everyone in the room chants along. Five, four, three– “Kiss me.”

Eddie hardly hesitates, and when the clock strikes midnight, he presses his lips to yours before you’ve even had the chance to close your eyes. His mouth is soft, his body so warm. His nose bumps against yours when you shift your head to deepen the kiss, which he welcomes for a moment before pulling away.

You all cheer, ringing in the new year, and now your frostbitten cheeks mirror his own, laughing as you catch Steve’s eye.

“It’s about time,” Steve says, rolling his eyes, but it’s playful, and you glance up at Eddie, watching as a smile makes its way onto his face, and you start to smile, too. You shove Steve’s shoulder then tuck your face into Eddie’s neck, who wraps one protective arm around you.

“Be careful aiming that attitude at my girl, Harrington,” Eddie teases, palming the back of your neck, pulling your face back to look him in the eye. His gaze is drawn down toward your lips, still wet from his, and kiss-reddened, for only a moment before it meets yours once more. The affection you’re faced with almost knocks your knees out from under you.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you respond, leaning forward enough to push your nose against his. Eddie grins.

“He’s right, you know,” Eddie whispers, and you nod. He is right. “Been wantin’ to do that for so long, you’ve got no clue. Just never plucked up the courage.”

“Is this what all of you were up to tonight? Which one of these hooligans finally convinced you to do it?”

“Um, all of us hooligans, actually,” Steve murmurs, chugging the rest of the champagne in his flute and pulling a face. Robin gives you a guilty look and mouths Sorry! when you aim a halfhearted glare at her. “He was like a lovesick puppy. It was gross, the way he’d moon over you, making eyes at you whenever you turned your back.”

Eddie makes a noise in the back of his throat, shaking his head. “I was not mooning, Harrington.”

“Oh, you were mooning, man. Thank God that’s over.”

“Hey,” you murmur, grinning up at Eddie. “If I tell you I was mooning, too, but I was just better at hiding it, would that make you feel any better?”

“You know what,” Eddie sighs, planting a kiss on your cheek. “That does make me feel a lot better, sweetheart. Thank you.”

“No problem, baby.”

Eddie laughs at the pet name and pushes both hands up under the back of your shirt, pulling you tight against him, one of his thumbs underneath the band of your bra.

“Seriously, should we give you guys the room, or?”

“Shut it, Henderson,” Eddie grumbles, leaning down and pressing his lips back to yours once, twice, three more times.

You grin against Eddie’s mouth and finally pull back for good, and when he whines, you give him a searing look. “We can continue this when there aren’t minors present, Munson.”

“Sounds like a plan to me, sweetheart.”

You begin to make your way around the room, hugging each of your friends close. Wishing everyone a happy new year. Knowing the cost everyone paid to be here today. Thankful to still be alive to hold the people you love. Glancing over at Eddie every once in a while, and finding that he’s already watching you, a sweet, shy smile on his face.

And if you fall asleep that night on the couch spooning Eddie, waking up in the small hours of the morning to turn him in your arms and kiss him silly, no one else has to know. You pull away from him, lips aching from the memory of his against yours, and click your tongue.

“You really spent all year pining after me?”

“Well, not...all year long.” You give him a knowing look, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear, and he laughs softly. “Okay, yeah, most of the year. I swear it wasn’t as bad as Harrington made it seem, but you just - you made it really hard not to fall in love with you, sweetheart, what with saving my life, you know,” he whispers, biting his lip, and sucks in one more sharp breath before finishing with, “and all.”

Fondness softens your gaze.

“You should’ve said something, Eddie,” you murmur, bringing your hand back up to run your knuckles across the side of his face. He preens at your featherlight touch, pursing his lips, his gaze slipping down to your mouth. “You should’ve said something sooner. I would’ve let you kiss me, like, six months ago, if I knew.”

“Yeah,” he says, laughing. “We got a lot of time to make up for.”

The two of you fall into silence, and Eddie smiles at you, a slow, soft, lover’s smile, meant only for you in the dark of the Wheelers’ den, the unspoken thought that thank God you even can make it up hanging between you. It’s not lost on you that it’s a miracle you’re even holding him it all.

The others are scattered, asleep, elsewhere in the house. All of these people you love, these kids who’ve had to grow up so fast, who’ve all faced the prospect of a terrifying end head-on and found respite in one another after the fact. The strongest, bravest group of humans you’ve ever met.

You hum, lost in thought, and shift so your face is pressed between Eddie’s neck and his pillow, your mouth against the skin right behind his ear.

“We have all the time in the world, Eddie.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson/reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things season 4 #stranger things season four #eddie munson stranger things #emily writes #lil blurb #i finished this while i was supposed to be getting ready to hang out w my friends tonight #the things i do for the little fanfiction people in my phone smh i love u all mwah i hope u like this!!!#also i read through it 3 or 4 times and spotted a few spelling/grammar mistakes that i fixed #but i might have missed more so sorry if u come across any!!!#also my 'c' key stopped working while i was writing this aksljdngfkl

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nanamimizz · 2 years

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thinking bout sharing dinner with toji.

not having a full meal i mean more like he serves everything in one big bowl or plate n he puts in between you two, comes with only one pair of chopsticks n you think its cuz the food is just for him til he starts feeding you n grunts when you try to get your own pair - “sit down ‘m giving ya more than enough.”

clicks his tongue and taps ur cheek - holds out what’s on his chopsticks to your lips and huffs fondly when you take into your mouth with a pleased hum. rubs sauce from your neck with his thumb and cracks an actual smile - not a smirk or a grin but an honest to god smile - “good girl”

little moments build on what the love between you is like and you are not immune to when toji shows you this side of himself, the side that leans into his better nature to take care of you. you lean into his shoulder, the crown of your head brushing his chin as he hums at the contact. every-time he offers another bite, he can hear you softly say thank you.

#lamb.talks #jjk. ♡#toji. ♡#toji x reader #lil blurb #i love toji being soft n kind to his s/o #it cures any aliment

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loved-witha-love · 2 months

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Dimebag/Gender neutral! reader

Summary :: Dimebag getting you to play guitar

TW :: Sorta uggestive, just a lil

[thank you for the request, anon <3]

Darrell ruffles your hair and sighs. "Love, why dont we go play some guitar together? i know you've been wanting to practice, and it's been hard to get motion for it." he says softly. You smile and shrug, not finding motion even after he suggests playing with you. "I don't know D.." Darrell chuckles and shakes his head. "Sweetheart...what if... you practice with me and after we can do WHATEVER you want. How about that?" You perk up at the offer. "Whatever I want?" You ask. He nods, and you don't think twice before grabbing your guitar - causing him to laugh.

#lil blurb #:]#dimebag darrell #dimebag #pantera #writing #my writing #blurb #very little blurb #darrell abbott #tripp writes ☆!¡!

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coy-lee · 2 years

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IIIIIIIII made an OC.....

His name is:

Betelgeuse

His alter is:

Super Nova

Betelgeuse is a chill bean. Taller than my Eclipse. He's modeled after the dying red supergiant star by the same name.

He has a loooooooooong fuse, and tends to keep a cool head.

BUT

If he is overwhelmed, at his wit's end, or in 'search and destroy' security mode, he transforms into his alter.

Super Nova is the representation of just that. He is off the walls cray cray.

LOTS of energy, LOTS of fun, and LOTS of chaos. He appears when Betelgeuse loses control of himself.

Betelgeuse doesn't like turning into his alter do to a lack of control, but others think Super Nova is BAMF and great at parties lol XD

#lil blurb #oc betelgeuse #fnaf security breach

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nikkisixxsgirlfriend · 2 years

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crazy for you,oh boy

eddie munson x reader

[a lil blurb about sleepin in]

the sun came in little stripes through the blinds.your eyes adjusted to the room that definitely wasnt yours.you turned to the person holding you in their arms,it was eddie munson.his long hair changed colour when the sun hit.you sat there admiring all his features.his eyelashes,his lips.you raised your hand and stroked his cheek before kissing it.you were the luckiest person in the world.

you turned to see the clock on his nightstand.

oh shit.

"eddie,eddie wake up!"you whisper yelled.he groaned in response. "munson get up!" you said louder,making his eyes flutter open.

he saw you and smiled,tightening his grip around you.

"eddie,im serious,up,up."

"why?" he whispered in his sleepy state.

"we have places to be,come on."

eddies response was to snuggle into you and mutter an mm-mn."just stay here" he said.he was always clingy in the mornings.you just couldnt resist that little pout he had.and those puppy eyes he gave you.

"what am i gonna tell nancy?i had plans with her today." you excused

"tell her you're busy."

"you are such a child." you smiled,settling back into his touch as he placed little kisses on your neck.

you two sat there,asleep on the sun,holding eachother.

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"shit ___ why did you let me sleep in?!" eddie frantically said pulling up his pants whilst trying to comb his hair and put his shirt on.

"it was your idea."

"youre supposed to be the smart one."

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#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie x reader #eddie my love #lil blurb

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wordsofbee · 2 years

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i met a coworker from another department today. turns out she's an infp as well and she's been psychoanalyzing our coworkers in her department like i have been in mine. we had a fun time sharing our discoveries and i look forward to talking to her again

#i'm tempted to delete beetheinfp and just put that stuff here #we'll see #bee's thoughts #lil blurb #infp #mbti #coworkers #lilworkerbee

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legendoftherisingtide · 1 year

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laughing my hardest with you is worth the sore throat after

#lil blurb

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bonewreath · 2 months

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in which ellie shows you exactly who you belong to.

18+ minors dni!

You and Ellie aren’t together.

You’re not a couple. You’d both agreed to keep things casual. You’re just roommates who mess around sometimes; simple as that.

So why do you feel so guilty for going on a date with someone else?

You’re dressed and ready, adding the final touches to your makeup in the mirror, and you should be feeling excited - your date is a total dreamboat. Perfect on paper and so, so hot. But instead of that giddy, fluttery feeling in your stomach, all you feel is guilt.

You and Ellie aren’t together, you keep reminding yourself. You repeat it like a mantra in your head. There’s nothing wrong with going on a date, right? Because you’re single… Right?

On your way out, you run into Ellie, because of course you do. She’s sprawled out on the couch, head propped on a pillow, playing her Switch with a determined look on her face. Your stomach clenches when you see her. She looks up when she hears you walk to the front door, her eyes following you as you slip into your shoes.

“You look nice,” Ellie says from the couch. You look over and see that she’s paused her game; she’s sitting up and drinking in the sight of you, eyes lingering over your frame. You pretend not to notice.

“Thank you, Ellie.” You grin and look down at your outfit, palms smoothing over the fabric of your skirt. You do look nice.

“Where are you going?”

Your cheeks go hot at the question, and your first instinct is to lie - to tell Ellie that you’re going to see a friend. Just catching up with someone from college over dinner. But it’d be stupid to lie - you’re single. You’re allowed to go out.

“I’m, um, going on a date.”

You don’t look at her when you say it - you know you’d feel guilty, even if the two of you are just friends with benefits. Or… Roommates with benefits?

“Oh,” Ellie says, as you busy yourself picking off nonexistent lint from your shirt. Anything to avoid her gaze. “Okay. Have fun, then.”

There’s no bitterness in her voice, which you had expected. You glance at her face, and she’s back to that determined expression, focused on her Switch again.

You clear your throat. “Thanks. I’ll, um… See you later.”

Naturally, you spend the entire date thinking about Ellie. Her eyes, green and dotted with flecks of brown. Her hair, which falls in her face just right. Her mouth, and the way it feels against the supple flesh of your throat, Ellie’s lips soft and wet as she trails kisses down your neck.

And her hands - her strong hands. You can almost feel them on your hips, on your chest, between your legs.

God, this date was a mistake.

Still, you have the common decency to see it through. You pretend to be interested in your date’s job, their hobbies, their five year plan. They drone on for hours, only asking you a few pointed questions about yourself, and when the dinner’s finally over and they’ve signed the check, you’re itching to leave.

Not long after you’ve made it back home, you’re face-down on Ellie’s bed, moaning into the mattress as her tongue circles your clit.

She’d asked you about your date between heated kisses, her lips flushed and swollen. You hadn’t given her much details aside from it was boring and I just wanted to come home and do this. That seemed to give Ellie some sort of complex, because now, as she pumps her fingers into your cunt with one hand and lands a stinging smack on your ass with the other, she pulls back from mouthing at your clit to rasp, “That’s it, moan for me.”

And she’s always been talkative in bed, all slurred curses and dirty comments, but there’s something different this time. You arch your back deeper, giving her more access to pound her fingers into you, and she groans in approval.

“Good fucking girl,” she breathes, using her free hand to dig her blunt nails into the flesh of your ass. She gives it another spank for good measure. “Wanna tell me whose pussy this is?”

There it is - something she’s never said before. You can feel yourself getting wetter, tightening around her fingers as your hips involuntarily push backwards against her palm. You forget to respond entirely, every thought in your head smooth and shapeless, disappearing as quickly as it came. But Ellie won’t let you off so easily.

“Flip over,” she orders, the rasp in her voice sending a thrill up your spine. You obey wordlessly, and when you’re on your back, you see it: a possessive glint in her gaze, a sharp edge to her expression. You gush impossibly wetter, cunt clenching around nothing - the absence of Ellie’s fingers makes you want to sob.

“Ellie,” you whisper, brows knitting together. Her gaze softens. “Please make me come.”

A smile tugs at her lips and she nods, her palm rubbing over your stomach in soothing circles.

“I will, princess,” she assures you, “but I need you to tell me who you belong to. Think you might’ve forgotten.”

Guilt twists in your gut. “You, Ellie.”

“What about me?”

There’s a challenge in the teasing lilt of her voice. You swallow. “I… Belong to you.”

“Mm, that’s right.” Ellie’s hands travel upward from your abdomen to your chest, closing around each of your tits. You suck in a shaky breath when her thumbs stroke over your pert nipples, making them draw even more taut. “These are mine?”

“Yours,” you gasp, chest rising and falling quickly. Ellie’s bangs fall in her eyes as she leans over to suck a nipple into her mouth, tongue swirling over the bud until you go cross-eyed, hips canting upward. She repeats the same torture with your other breast, leaving both of your nipples swollen and sensitive.

“What about this?” Ellie asks when she pulls back, her hand moving to the heat between your legs. You whine, a desperate, pathetic little sound that makes Ellie want to eat you whole.

“Yours, Ellie, it’s yours,” you say, voice betraying how needy you are. She dips a finger into your wetness, your folds silky with arousal, and you almost miss the way her eyes flicker back into her skull for a moment. She’s enjoying this just as much as you are.

“This is mine?” She drags her fingers up to your clit, drawing torturously wide circles around it - close, but not close enough. You could start crying right there. You nod, frantic.

Ellie clicks her tongue, tuts in disapproval. “No, baby, I need to hear you say it. Whose pussy is this?”

And it’s not so hard to admit - Ellie’s had you under her spell long before you went on that stupid date tonight. You realize it now, cheeks warming at the obscene sounds of Ellie’s fingers playing in your cunt, unable to look her in the eye without squirming.

“My pussy’s yours,” you pant, “s’all yours. Nobody fucks me like you, Els.”

You’re pushing your hips towards her touch, your tits in your own hands now, pulling at your nipples like it’ll relieve the growing need in your belly. Ellie eyes you with half-lidded eyes, lust heavy in her gaze, and it’s like you can see the remnants of her resolve break. She sinks between your legs and finally, finally laps at your desperate cunt, drinking in the taste of you as you whine and writhe above her.

When you come, it’s with Ellie’s name on your lips. And you know it’s true - you’re entirely hers.

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sunnysnotebook · 1 year

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12/8/22

cw: mention of blood

note: here is a lil piece that came out of listening to monster by dodie on repeat <3 heavily inspired by the music video for monster!

“Just a couple of monsters.”

Pink horns sprout out of fluffy purple hair. Like a sore thumb, he stands out in the crowd. He’d been a monster his whole life. He’d had his heart taken long ago. Numb to the world. Shuffling through the days like a zombie. The one that had his heart would never give it back. It was lost forever. So why was he still trying? Flyers scatter over the ground as he runs after her. Light blue flies through the air as the wind whips through her perfect hair. She’s a thief, but she couldn’t be more beautiful to him. She’s just a typical girl.

“We won’t eat our words, they don’t taste so good.”

Words were exchanged. She doesn’t have his heart. She lost it. He will forever be empty. How could she? The bar was full of average people. People who had hearts. People who were what he longed to be. He cut his hair and his horns in a desperate attempt to feel normal. It only made him stick out more.

“You think I’m a crazy bitch.”

Across the room was hazy. A blue orb was situated at a far table. One. Two. Three. One more shot on the way. Stomps from his combat boots fill the room. Her purse was on the table in front of her. Within the blink of an eye, he snatched it up and pulled out his heart. Chewing the bloody mess left her disgusted. The guy she was with looked disgusted. She’s a monster too. The haze clears and he was finally at peace.

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rebelfell · 4 months

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multiples.

eddie munson x fem!reader

“Multiple? Multiple what?”

cw: smut blurb about eddie making sure you arrive properly. ref to period pain, fingering, oral (m & f receiving)

2.7k 18+ MDNI

Eddie has a problem.

No, no, no—not a problem. That makes it sound like there was some issue he had to resolve or a task he had to complete. This is more delicate than that. A conundrum, maybe? A dilemma? Whatever he called it, it had consumed him for weeks now. And it boiled down to one thing:

He was pretty sure you weren’t coming.

At first, it was difficult to put a finger on what exactly was throwing him off.

When the two of you got together, he was thrilled. Like, running through the streets naked, jumping on top of moving cars, Wilhelm screaming, over the goddamn moon kind of thrilled. He’d been into you since forever and had always felt totally comfortable around you. You were hilarious and cool and probably definitely the smartest person he knew, easy—not that the rest of his friends were like Rhodes scholars or anything.

Still, it kind of blew him away that someone like you was actually interested in him.

The longer you saw one another and the closer you got, he only liked you more and more. Then you guys started doing stuff and he sort of kind of lost his fucking mind. He’d never been with a person that felt so much like home; someone he felt like he could spend forever with, if you’d only have him. And the sex was…unbelievable.

You let your bodies have long, in-depth conversations that lasted into the night and then picked right back up again in the early morning. He hadn’t ruined this many sets of sheets since he was a snot-nosed pre-teen first discovering the loving embrace of his own fist. But as the fog of your initial sex haze dissipated, he couldn’t shake this one thought that kept coming back.

He didn’t want to toot his own horn or anything, but Eddie had it on pretty good authority he was above average when it came to making girls arrive. And with you…

Well, it was just different.

You were pretty quiet, for one. Which was kind of odd, considering how brash and brazen you could be normally. Eddie thought maybe you were just more subdued during sex. Sometimes it was the quietest, most mousy-looking girls who rattled his trailer roof the hardest. So maybe the reverse was also true? And there was nothing wrong with that, if it was. Just because he was vocal in bed, it certainly didn’t mean he expected you to be.

But when you came—or rather, when you said you were—it just didn’t quite feel like he expected.

He was no expert, mind you. But after having dealt so much in theatricality and role play, he’d developed quite an ear for insincerity. And you are anything but insincere.

When he had you pinned underneath him, his hips snapping as he drove you into the mattress, the way you squirmed and writhed and squeezed around him was pure fucking bliss. But then, just when he thought he was getting you going, you would be wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in close so he could hear your heated whisper.

“Gonna come for me, beautiful?” he’d ask, his hand dipping between your bodies to rub at your clit. You’d nod, almost too blissed out to speak.

“I did, I did,” you told him, more breath than words. “I came already—I wanna feel you.”

And, well, when you say it like that…it’s all he can do not to blow his load on the spot.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe you. He just thinks maybe you don’t know what it feels like to really come. So it’s not that you’re faking—something is definitely happening down there—it’s just not an orgasm. At least not a decent one.

At least not one he wants to claim.

Considering the guys you’d dated, he’s not all that surprised. They all sounded like losers who worried about themselves first and only. Dumb jerks who thought their dicks were magic wands that made girls come as soon as they set foot in the lobby. He didn’t want to be like them.

He wanted to take you to the fucking penthouse.

But it’s tricky. He can’t just bring up something like this, can he? He doesn’t want to offend you. He doesn’t want you thinking he’s saying there’s something wrong with you. Because of course there isn’t. And he doesn’t want to keep going without you knowing what he’s trying to do.

Like he said…it’s delicate.

So the next time he had you over, he let you lead. He made no move to change your course as you kissed down his bare inked chest, over the sparse patch of hair that swirled just beneath his navel, and pulled him hot and leaking from behind his blue checkered shield. And even as his instincts screamed in protest, he let you take him into the warmth of your mouth and bob on his cock until he came—a shuddering, whining, blubbering mess as he filled your throat.

All part of the plan. All part of the plan.

It took a bit of time for him to recover and he spent every second of it loving on you—each graze of his fingers and lips leisurely, but thorough. He kissed all the parts of you he thought might have been left unattended too long: the undersides of your breasts marked by the indentations of your bra; the soft span of skin that ran along the inside of your forearm to the crease of your elbow; the sides of your ribcage that quivered at the tickle of his warm breath.

And he watched your face every step of the way, studying you until you dropped fully into that deeply relaxed state. He let his hand drift down between your legs, skimming them over the sensitive skin there, making you tremble all over in anticipation. Alright, this was it.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured, a low rumble between kisses along your collarbone.

“Yeah?”

You hummed out your reply, looking down at him with heavy lidded eyes, half gone already. It made Eddie grin, his smile all teeth.

Oh, this was gonna be fun.

“I was wondering if you’ve ever had a multiple?”

The question made your brow wrinkle and you frowned slightly. “Multiple? Multiple what?”

“Multiple orgasms,” he said with a light chuckle. “Like if I fingered you until you came and then went down on you until you came again. Made you come over, and over, and over…”

You gasped as his tongue traced the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your body.

“Can that…does that happen?” you asked with a breathy sigh. He just smiled at the adorably incredulous look on your face and nodded.

“Of course,” he said. “I think that’s like the main thing you guys have going for you in this arena. Something to make up for all the annoying shit you have to put up with from your body.”

Another chuckle makes his chest shake as he rubs a hand over your lower belly, remembering how you’d asked him once just to press on it with his strong, warm palm and offer some relief from your cramps that were particularly bad one night.

“Oh. I mean…I’ve heard that, I guess. I kind of always thought it was a joke.”

“Well, I might not get you there,” Eddie said, giving you a smile he hopes is reassuring. “And if it doesn’t feel good or it hurts or anything, just tell me and we’ll stop. No harm, no foul.”

You pinched the edge of his comforter between your fingers and tugged at it, twisting it into a little peak at your side. “That sounds…really good,” you told him quietly.

“So, I can try?” he asked, brow lifting. “It’s okay?”

“I mean, yeah…” You chewed your lip, still a little hesitant. “But what about you?”

Eddie smirked, all sly and wily as he brushed the backs of his fingers along the softness of your cheek. “We did me already,” he reminded you.

Your cheeks heated at the memory, the taste of his come still sitting warm on your tongue as you swallowed thickly. Admittedly, you’d been kind of surprised when he let you go down on him first and actually finished in your mouth. Normally he was tugging you off him as soon as he felt himself losing it, grunting out something about not wanting to go too quickly.

“Okay,” you said with a small smile. “It just seems a little unfair”

“How’s it unfair if it’s what I want?” he murmured, voice dropping back to that low rumble.

Hard to argue with that, you supposed.

A beaming smile spread across your face and you twisted your fingers in the ball chain necklace that dangled around his neck to pull him closer. You answered his question with the press of your lips against his own, inhaling a shaky breath when you pulled away. Eddie’s nose nudged against yours, mashing into the softness of your cheek to resume the kiss. His hand came up to cradle your jaw and his mouth moved in that slow, sensuous way that made your insides dance and leap and spin like an entire company of ballerinas.

The kiss itself is so dizzying, you almost forgot about Eddie’s initial intentions until you felt his fingers begin to gently glide through your soaking folds. He swallowed your little mewl of relief as two of them finally sank inside your warmth while his thumb brushed teasingly light over your clit. It doesn’t take long at all for your arousal to coat his fingers, for your body to gush for him.

“Ed, I’m…I’m coming,” you breathed out, tingling with that initial burst of pleasure.

“Thats it, baby,” Eddie nodded, going along with it one last time. “You’re doing so good for me.”

He drew a single, high moan out of you—more like a gasp of relief as your body fully relaxed and all the stiffness in your shoulders and tension in your limbs melted away. You let your head loll to the side and smiled, almost dazed with the feeling. Pride surged in his chest from the way you looked at him sometimes—so perfectly content and elated because he was all yours.

The look he gave you was rapturous as he licked his lips and started to make his way down, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake that dotted across your chest, between the valley of your breasts, down your sternum and the soft pudge of your tummy. You propped yourself up to watch him as his mop of dark curls dipped between your thighs, fingers still sitting snug inside your warm, wet walls. Your chest rose and fell with each deep breath and he could only imagine how hard your heart must be pounding for you to try and slow it like you are.

“I’m gonna try for another, okay?” he soothed. “Stay relaxed for me, beautiful.”

You nodded back and let your head drop down, sinking deep into the embrace of your pillow.

Eddie pumped his fingers a few more times, faster now and crooking them upwards in search of that spot inside you that had eluded him far too long. The deftness of his touch coupled with the eager swipes of his tongue had your body heaving now as he traced a maddening pattern, swirling side to side and weaving it through your center.

Eyes suddenly fluttering open and closed, you whined softly and squirmed in his grasp as his tongue decisively swerved away from where you needed him most. The anticipation made your hips rock into his face, chasing more of the feeling as he teased you relentlessly.

His free arm promptly wrapped around your thigh, his hand gripping at the soft flesh to keep your legs spread apart. He was deeply thorough in his exploration, nose occasionally brushing against your clit that was practically crying out for his attention. His hot breath fanned along your inner thighs and he moaned deeply with each lick so you could feel the vibrations in your core.

You lost track of how long he was down there, allowing yourself to be swept away with the riot of sensations, realizing just a little too late your body was working towards something new.

The feeling creeps up on you, trickling through your muscles, causing all of them to twitch and spasm, tensing and releasing in waves. Little whines and pants of pleasure start to spill out of your mouth, the desperate little sounds like the most beautiful music to Eddie’s ears.

It makes him grind down into the bed, desperate to hear more.

“Feel good?” he asked, brow lifting behind sweaty bangs as round doe eyes look up at you.

“So g-good,” you panted, the sound almost pained with pleasure. “So sensitive…”

“You taste like heaven, you know that?” he murmurs to your cunt. “I could do this forever.”

He genuinely could, but it seems he won’t have to. You’re getting close now. He can feel it in the way your thighs start to tremble against his ears; the way another gush of you floods across his tongue. His eyes darted sideways to where your hand rests on the blanket, flexing with the need to grab onto something. Anything.

One last time, he squeezed at the meat of your thigh and then unwrapped his arm from around it to reach out instead and thread his fingers with yours. Your grip is bone crushing and only makes him hold on tighter as he points the tip of his tongue to increase its pressure.

“E-Eddie, it feels…something feels different…”

“It’s okay, baby,” he said, the pace of his fingers never faltering. “I’ve got you, just let go.”

He wished he could bottle the look on your face. Eyes scrunched up, brow furrowed as though you were deep in concentration. Lips parted in a wanton gasp as your chest swelled. His mouth came back to your clit, resuming the motions that had you clenching around his fingers.

“Oh…ohhh my…oh, fuck…”

When he feels you starting to unravel, feels that band coiled tight in your core start to snap, it takes everything he has in him to stay the course—especially when the hand of yours he’s not holding winds into his hair and you grasp desperately at his curls. The groan it elicits from him is deep and guttural, the sound of it radiating in the room. And finally he feels it happening—your pussy spasming around his fingers, threatening to snap them clean off you’re clenching so tight; hips bucking and stomach quivering with the effort of drawing breath.

“Fuck, Eddie, don’t stop!” you cried out. “That feels so good, holy fucking shit—”

So much for being quiet, Eddie thought mischievously.

Your head is pushing back into the pillow now, back arching under you, lifting you off the bed. He’s clamped tight against you though, his lips sealed around your clit and sucking like his life depends on it. In a way, it feels like it does.

“I’m gon…I’m gonna…I’m co—”

The words dissolve into a moan, the sound of it higher and louder than anything else Eddie has drawn out of you before. Pride explodes in his chest as he finally feels what he’s been waiting for—that exquisite vice around his fingers as he continues to stroke that sacred spot.

Your body floods with the feeling, waves of it surging through you, seeing white behind your eyes that are still pinched shut. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before—every synapse firing at once, every molecule in your body exploding like a tiny firework.

Distantly, you register his voice coaxing you through it as you reluctantly return to earth. Yes, baby, that’s it, thaaaat’s it—fuck me, you’re so fucking hot when you come, Jesus fucking Christ…

You opened your eyes, blinking through bleary vision as the world came back into focus.

Eddie grinned, smile almost wolfish when he lifted himself from between your legs. Triumph flashed in his dark eyes, his gaze roving all over as he began a slow crawl up your body, his cock now standing at attention with its vigor renewed.

“Okay,” he panted, dragging his hand across his mouth and chin that were slick with your spend as he leaned in to kiss you. “That’s one.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things smut #ok I went back over it and feel a lil better now #so if it suddenly seems longer…#that’s what she said

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augustslippedavvay · 2 years

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Can we get a fluff Steve Harrington request where he and the Henderson!reader take Dustin to meet Suzy at a museum and maintain a distance from them and they reminisce about how they started (childhood friends to eventual lovers) and they talk about their future?

this is so cute i'm crying 😭 i got a little carried away hahaha hope i did this justice for u!!

just some stinky stupid face-melting fluff <3 also i imagine this taking place at the natural history museum in SLC, idk when it opened and when they had what and hell i don’t even know if they have a second floor, but you and dustin and steve all road tripped out to utah to visit suzie et. al and took them to the museum for the day on a lil date bc everybody knows utah is the place to BE for fossils!!!!

no warnings, steve harrington x henderson!reader (this one doesn’t have any gendered language/any gendered descriptors, so gn!reader!), ~1.4k words :)

"Alright, kids," Steve sighs, shoving his wallet back into his pocket after shelling out the admission fee for the four of you. He crosses his arms over his chest. "You get two hours on your own, then you meet us back here, you hear me?"

Dustin is glancing around at the other museum guests, his hand tucked in Suzie's, and you smack your brother on the shoulder. He yelps Ow! and fixes you with a glare, rubbing the stinging skin with his free hand.

"Are you listening to Steve?”

"Meet you back here in two hours," Suzie says, smiling, and you nod at her, reaching down to grab Steve’s hand in yours.

"Two hours. If you need more time after that, we’ll set you off again, but I’m so serious. I don’t want your parents killing me because I lost you today, alright?”

“I’m setting an alarm on my watch for an hour forty,” you say, pressing a few buttons on the Casio at your wrist. Dustin and Suzie mutter their understanding and then shuffle off, Suze pulling him toward the stairs. She wants to head to the gemstones first, but Dustin’s protesting faintly about wanting to see the dinosaurs. Their bickering trails off as they get further away from the two of you, you and Steve laughing lightly.

"God, they're cute," you sigh, and Steve snorts, squeezing your hand. You watch Dustin and Suzie as they disappear around the corner.

"For a couple'a dweebs."

"Harrington," you murmur, glancing up and setting your most accusatory look on him.

"Alright, alright," Steve says, chuckling and bringing your joined hands up and around your front so that his arm is now resting over your shoulder. "They're cute, I guess."

“So, where are we heading first?”

“Well, I think those two nerds are on their way to the gems and minerals exhibit. Wanna go look at some dinosaurs with me, baby?��

“Do you even have to ask, Steve?”

Steve grins and kisses the side of your head, and the two of you wander away from the admissions office, stopping to pick up a map from one of the museum attendants.

“Looks like we gotta go up,” Steve murmurs, bumping his hip against yours to get your attention, then dropping your hand and taking the stairs up to the second floor two at a time. You whine as you trail behind him.

“What, you really want those two beating us back out here? We’ll never hear the end of it. Gotta step it up, baby.”

You roll your eyes at him and hold your hand out, making him take it in his again. You have to walk through a few other exhibits before you make it to Past Worlds, your eyes widening at the sight of all the skeletons in the room.

“Wow,” you whisper, and Steve hums, seemingly as speechless as you are. “This is insane.”

“Look at that guy,” Steve says, using your joined hands to point at a Stegosaurus. “Bet nobody messed with him back in the day.”

You smile over at him and lean in to kiss him on the shoulder. I love you so much, you think, the look of wonder on his face twisting your stomach into knots.

“Are you guys following us?”

You whirl around at the sound of Dustin’s voice and smile at him from across the exhibit, waving with three of your fingers. The two of them look so at home admiring all of the fossils, it kind of warms your heart.

Steve snorts, immediately bristling at the accusation. “Why would we be following you, asswipe? We thought you were going to see the shiny rocks. We’re on a date, too, here.”

You elbow Steve but you start to laugh, too, at the expression on Dustin’s face. Suzie is laughing, too, leaning up to mutter something in Dustin’s ear. His glare fades, but he rolls his eyes at Steve all the same, putting on a tough guy act that you think is, quite frankly, adorable.

“Alright, well, just. We’re heading down to gems and minerals now. I better not see you losers there.”

Dustin pulls Suzie out of the room, but not before the two of them stop short in front of the Ceratopsian wall and gaze up at it in awe.

Steve scoffs, looks over at you, and you can’t help but laugh even harder at the offended look on his face. “Seriously, where does he get off?”

“It’s his first girlfriend, Steve,” you mutter, looping an arm around his waist and squeezing. “I’m sure if you had an older sister who chaperoned all of your dates at that age, you’d have been a bit sensitive about it, too.”

“At that age, I had had a dozen girlfriends, so.”

“I remember,” you groan. “Vividly.”

Steve purses his lips and leans down to kiss the top of your head. “Aw, baby. You know it’s always only ever been you for me.”

You pinch Steve’s arm and he yelps, jumping back.

“What was that for?!”

“It’s how I’ve decided to check your ego whenever you say something like that,” you laugh, relishing in the sour look on Steve’s face.

“I thought I was being romantic! I mean, seriously, Henderson,” Steve sighs. “Can you imagine if we’d had our shit together at that point in our lives?”

“What, you mean, like, if we’d figured out we were in love with each other before our senior year of high school?”

“Exactly,” Steve says, smiling softly at you. “Imagine all those years we would have had together.”

“Yeah, but, Steve - as much as I love holding your hand and kissing you and all that stuff, and as much as I want to do it for the rest of our lives - you’ve always been my best friend. So, you know, I’m alright with when we got our shit together.”

There’s a brief, comfortable silence, and then Steve smirks at you. “You want to do this for the rest of our lives?”

Your face flushes. “You know I do, Steve.”

The grin on his face widens and he leans down to kiss you deeply, and you let him for a few moments, before pushing your hand against his chest.

“There are quite literally children here, Harrington,” you murmur, carefully shoving him off of you.

“Yeah, but I’m lovin’ on my baby,” he laughs, and you groan at him, twisting your hand into his hair and scratching gently. “And my baby wants to love on me for the rest of our lives. That’s the kind of stuff you gotta celebrate, you know? With kisses.”

You shake your head but the smile growing on your face betrays you. You let him lean back in to plant a few short, quick kisses on your mouth before you slip your hand into his again and pull back.

“I do love you, Steve Harrington,” you say.

“I love you too, sweet thing,” he replies. “I always have.”

You groan and point a finger down your throat, fake gagging at the two of you, and Steve laughs, throwing his head back.

“Enough outta you. More dinosaurs?” Steve tugs on your hand, but you shake your head, and he drops it, backing off to go check out some of the older fossils while you stay put in the Jurassic period. You can’t help but watch him from across the room, studying the way his face gets all pinched when he reads something he thinks is cool, the way he has to squint to see the fossils high above his head. You smile at the thought of how many more museum dates the two of you have ahead of you.

He glances over and catches you staring, blows a kiss at you and laughs when you blush, before going back to reading the information boards in front of the exhibit he’s checking out.

After a while, you meander back over and lean into him. He throws an arm across your shoulders and steers you to a large fossil on the opposite side of the exhibition.

“Woah.”

“Right?”

“Huge,” you agree. The two of you stand there in silence, both heads cocked to the side, studying the dinosaur carefully.

You feel a buzz at your wrist, so you check your watch and furrow your brow. You’d been wandering around the museum for almost two hours already?

“Steve,” you mutter, glancing around. No red EXIT signs in sight.

“Yep,” he replies, popping the p, staring straight up at the Allosaurus.

“How the fuck do we get out of here?”

#ask #anonymous #lil blurb #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington/reader #emily writes #i wrote this instead of working hahahahhaha #one thing i hardcore gotta work on is figuring out how time passes in writing LMFAO #can't believe i'm trying to pass 1k words off as two hours smh #whatever <3

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little-pondhead · 9 months

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DP x DC Prompt

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There are no more heroes.

Well, okay. Rewind a bit.

Danny has been doing the hero thing for a while now. He’s had a big reveal; everyone has accepted him (including his parents), the GIW disbanded, the Anti-Ecto acts repealed, and generally, everything is going great. Some of the A-Listers are even training as junior ghost hunters to help give him a break from his rogues! (Being Ghost King makes things hectic sometimes, and he just needs the extra help. Sue him!)

The point is, literally nothing is wrong with Danny Phantom’s afterlife.

And then Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress, disappears in front of his eyes.

Danny is baffled! She’s just…gone! Valerie just popped out of existence, like she was never there. But no matter how hard he searches in the Ghost Zone, he can’t find her soul anywhere. His core isn't broken in grief. So she’s not dead. Which is good. So then, where is she?

Some of the others come forward with ideas on how to find her. A few ghosts volunteer to go out into the mortal realm, an area Danny had declared off-limits, to see if she was out there. Danny approves it. He rounds up some of the friendlier (i.e., discreet) ghosts and Amity Parkers and demolishes the outside travel ban.

So everyone spreads out, looking for their dear frenemy and teammate. But it becomes apparent very quickly that something is wrong with the rest of the world.

There are no more heroes.

Every single living superhero on the face of the Earth has just…vanished. Villains are running amok; the countries are in chaos! Some aliens are invading Earth, mythical deities are trying to take over, and society is crumbling to the ground. Everything is on the brink of collapse.

Well, Danny was still there. And so were his people. They were pretty spread out, so could they just…take up the mantles? He also knew where to find the souls of dead heroes in the Zone; surely they wouldn't mind coming out of retirement for a little bit, especially if they couldn't die again. Oh! And that skeleton army leftover from Pariah Dark's reign might be useful in repelling those invading forces.

Honestly, there were more than enough hands to go around! And with the heroes gone, Danny didn't mind letting everyone out for a little break, as long as they followed his rules. They wouldn't stop the search for the other heroes, but hopefully, when they found them, the heroes wouldn't mind Danny's intervention too much. :)

In other words:

Someone fucks up, and all of Earth's living heroes are either wished out of existence or are whisked away to some far-off realm where Danny hasn't checked yet. In the attempt to figure out what's going on, Danny lets the dead run amok over the Earth as they search for clues. The skeleton army repels the invading armies, the souls of dead heroes deal with the world leaders, and his rogues and other Amity Parkers set up shop in place of famous heroes, trying to get the cities under control again.

Basically, they just do their best to keep everything from imploding until the Justice League and others are back.

(And why is it that Danny hasn't disappeared? Well, whatever caused everyone to go poof! only affected living heroes. Anyone heroes that were dead in the first place, or even just half-dead, stayed behind.)

#pondhead blurbs #danny phantom #dpxdc #reveal gone right au #ghost king au #for plot reasons #it doesn't count if the hero had died and then came back to life #lots of heroes would still be around then #but this is me pushing the halfa!jason todd narrative work with me here he deserves the fun #deadman is there too #and he's just thriving honestly. it's so nice to be around his own kind even if the world is ending #maybe ellie is whooshed away too cause she never technically died but she took up danny's moniker when he was crowned #vlad is ecstatic cause danny put him in charge of several states while they looked for clues including Wisconsin #skulker is replacing superman and just has a shitty S painted on his chest and just eats kryptonite like candy the first time he meets Lex #Kitty and Johnny take over in gotham and sam is now the new wonder woman #idk man just stupid stuff like this #the press is flabbergasted cause the fucking KING OF GHOSTS just showed up and he's 14 and just looking for some friends #Danny: hey guys sorry about the zombies and fire i'm just here to find my coworker and lil sister and maybe the other heroes #Danny: in the meantime i'll just let my army into the mortal realm to defend it while we figure out what's going on pls don't yell at us :)#the press: how do we explain this to the justice league when they come back. how do we explain that earth was saved by a 14 year old boy-#also idk which heroes are technically dead but are still kicking so if you feel like someone deserves liminal status slap it on them idc #some villains are trying for world dominance and some are just trying to find their buddies. their fight buds. where'd they go? :(#joker gets bitch slapped by a skeleton two days in and waylon becomes bffs with wulf #danny uses the watchtower as a base of operations and it's the only thing he doesn't want to give up when the heroes are back #i have no plot ideas beyond this #i just want everyone to be baffled that an army of the dead showed up while they were gone and just made sure everything stayed cool #later danny realizes he was technically the ruler of the world for a bit since his people were everywhere keeping the villains in check

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