#stanger things one shot

[eddieslov3]

First longer fic with Eddie Munson x Transmasc!reader . I just hope you will like it! In this one Eddie knows you're transmasc and is also madly in love with you, but you're oblivious. So a little sad but with a happy ending ;)! I just hope this is not stupid..

Trigger warnings: Transphobia, Homophobia, mentions of sexual actions, unprotected sex, oral, p in v, , drugs and alcohol (kinda), violence, dysphoria, unsafe binding. How to build a blunt with me (aka someone who never smoked weed). He likes to be called Master. Switch!Eddie and Switch!reader.

Its mostly fluff and sex but with a bit of plot...

Love, Love, Eddie Munson.

You're just staring at the words on your sheet of paper, your teacher gave you, your mind wandering. Today you woke up feeling super dysphoric and because you also had trouble breathing, you decided that binding wasn't the best idea. Yet you packed the bandages in your backpack. "Y/N are you okay you look so pale" a very familiar and to you comforting voice asks.

The Munson boy is looking at you from the row infront of you. Because usually you did talk to your best friend in Class. Today wasn't one of the days you were all bubbly and talkative. He frowned when you still didn't respond. "Hey.. Y/N." He even fully turned around his chair by now. With a low hum he just stands up. "Hey Mr.B. Y/N isn't feeling well, I'll get him home" he exclaims leaving both you and the teacher confused when he grabs your backpack, he didn't have to get his, because he never brought one like ever. And just drags you along out of the classroom.

Finally you realized what just happened and giggled while he just runs outside with you. Leaving school behind and jumping into his Van. "Come on baby, get in, lets go to my place" he said waving you over grinning. "Oh Eds you're such a mess, thanks for getting me out.. I.. I wasn't feeling well" you admit while getting in the car.

He snorts. "Yeah I know you little idiot", he says it lovingly and ruffles your h/c hair carefully. "I'm sorry that you have to go through that baby" he called you baby. He always does, it makes you feel special since he only ever called you baby. Even when the others are around.

Grabbing the steering wheel and turning the key, he does the little tounge thing and you can't not look at it. You stare at his hands in the process. No no no we can't be thinking about this...

You just think its adorable when he does. "You're doing it again Eds" you say putting your seatbelt on and then putting his seatbelt on for him too. "Doing what?" he asks starting the van and putting on music.

"the tounge thing! Put it away, no one wants to see your tounge!" you laugh and click in his seatbelt. He liked to be careless so you have been sticking with fastening his seatbelt because you don't want him to die. You lean back into your seat and look at him, raising an eyebrow. "So why did you kidnap me out of school again?" you ask him to get back onto the topic.

"You know how I care about you and can, clearly as your best friend, see when you're not feeling well. Especially when I know why~ so that's why we're gonna go to my place and just.. chill and smoke, okay?" he says his eyes focused on the road, but that somehow doesn't help since he isn't the best driver.

That is the last thing you're worried about. Became you're definitely used to his driving skills by now. "Smoking and just not thinking seems great", you respond clicking your tounge when he grins. "Oh please like you ever think at all" he teases trying to cheer you up, which is sadly not working at all. And he hates ut with a burning passion when youre upset. Hell.. he will do Anything just to make you feel better. To hear your beautiful laugh.

Slowly he pulls up to his Camper and parks the van a few feet away from it. As you buckeled him in, he also wants you to unbuckle him. "Baby can you unbuckle me?" he asks, voice soft and his gaze locked on yours. As soon as you hear him ask, you turn around and do it for him, your heads slightly bumping into each other. "Oh sorry Eds, I didn't mean to" you giggle and he just smiles. "Thats my boy" he says and unbuckles you before getting out of the car, slamming the door behind him.

You follow and gently close the vans door. He already has your backpack s you don't have to worry about that one. "Baby come on you're slow today" he calls out as he opens the campers door, smiling brightly as he sees that is uncle is not there.

Patiently he waits for you to walk in first. "What a gentleman you are, Eds" you say while kicking off your shoes and jacket. Even tho the camper wasn't the most beautiful or best decorated, you loved it there. The small bundles of trash from takeout or just old cans of beer and coke or the huge jar full with bottlecaps. Everything made you feel at home and safe. It may sound weird. It maybe could be that whenever you were with Eddie you could just be yourself and not face weird comments from classmates or even your own Family.

"Wanna drink something?" he asks you while you mindlessly walk to his room. "Can I maybe have a coke?" you then ask. He nods and grabs two cans and then hushes you into his room. Not really thinking about it you just crash into his bed, not long after he joins you. "So now can you finally really tell me whats wrong?" he knows, but on the other hand he also knows that it helps you when you can rant about it.

"nothing..." He already rises an eyebrow. "Ok ok fine, i couldn't bind this morning my lungs hurt from.. from binding too long and possibly wrong but how would I know" you ramble as he sets down the cans of coke on his nightstand. You run a hand through your hair. "So I didn't bind.. my mom called me her.. beautiful girl... And dad agreed." Your voice pitches a little when you say 'beautiful girl' just undermining how much you HATE when she calls you that. Because you did tell her you were trans.. she simply didn't care.

You quietly sniffle, tears streaming down your cheeks. Eddie lays down next to you, he's on his side, head propped against his hand. His other hand finding its way to you face wiping the tears carefully.

"she just doesn't care and it hurts Eddie.. its hurts so so much" you turn so that you can snuggle into his chest, not long after his arms wrap around you comfortingly. "Shh its okay.. she doesn't understand.. amd maybe she never will. But I understand and will never.. ever. You hear me baby. Never allow people to hurt you, even if it's your parents. No especially if your parents hurt you." he mumbles. "Really?" you ask sniffling.

He the looks at you, looking slightly hurt, you can tell that he is being dramatic. He lets go of you and swiftly brings his fist um to his heart collapsing onto the bed. You begin to laugh. "Oh no Y/N. You hurt my little black heart" he exaggerates and looks at you. You start laughing. "That's my beautiful boy.. no my beautiful manly man. You're manlier than me even, like have you seen me? I wear skinny jeans, babe" he said. Playing with his hair before sitting up again.

He grabs his weed and starts rolling a blunts always you look at him in awe. "You're Lite so good at this.." you look so awestruck everytime I do this" he mumbles doing the tounge thing again. "That's because I can't do it and try to copy your technique..." You say, telling the half truth. The other half being that you are literally crazy about his hands. He acts like he doesn't notice, but he always does. You're not particularly good at hiding shit from him. "You wanna try and roll one again?" he suggests. "We can do it together step by step.. come here" he pulls you closer and then goes to grab his grinder.

"that one I know, that's your Iron Maiden grinder, give that to me I can work that thing" you proudly say. He holds out his weed to you and you an smell him. He smells like cedarwood mixed with something that reminds you of how the sea smells with a tint of weed. But not the kind that smells awful. No. He just smells so fucking good. You just wanna lean into him and forget the world. Instead you grab the weed. "How many buds do we want?" you ask and he hands you two. "Just got a new delivery so as much as we like, which is two.. as of now. Wouldn't want you going home high as fuck" grinning he puts them in the grinder for you to crush them.

"That's right pretty boy" he says while breaking a cigarette for you, so that you can add tobacco to the blunt. You reach for his drawer. "Your filters were in your drawer right?" "Uh yeah the papes are there too" he says but he already has two filters between his lips. "Eds, can I have the one between your lips so we don't waste filters?" you ask, since he has two filters lodged between his lips. Grinning you reach out and take one, that's when he winks at you. "Thanks" you reach for the papes and give him one. "Now carefully look what I'm doing. I first take tobacco and put it in." You carefully watch and repeat the steps. "Now" he takes the grinder and empties it onto a small tray. "Some weed, make sure to spread it all over the tobacco" since he is concentrated his tounge is sticking out again, so does yours now tho. Doing as he says you smile, you knew these parts, what was hard for you was the blunt rolling. "Now the filter and then we roll" he states looking over. You're really focused on not fucking up. "Yes just like that. You're doing great" he smiles.

"now look how I roll it" he lifts your chin from your work and makes you look at his. With a few and quick movements, and him licking the pape, while you bite your lip, the blunt is done. "Voila" he grins. "Okay I can do that" you say, mostly to yourself. And then try, and to your surprise it works. You lick the pape and he looks you dead in the eye. "What?" you ask and roll the blunt. Not perfect but it works. "You're just adorable Sweetheart"

He grabs the blunt from your hands and sticks it between his lips. "Lets try, shall we?" Quickly he lights it and takes a hit, handing the blunt over to you. As always you take a hit just like him and lean down on the bed. His eyes scan you and you hold out the lit blunt. "Mh take it from me" you mumble and of course he does. After a few seconds of holding the smoke you puff it out in little circles. Eddie taught you one day and since then you like to show him every now and then.

Grinning widely he looks down at you and keeps smoking. "Good boy~" he purrs while softly blowing his smoke in your direction. "Thanks Master" you jokingly say and he just shoots you a weird look. "Mhh I like the sound of that" he mumbles but you're too distracted with sitting back up. "Mh what?" You ask and he just takes another hit, putting the thing aside and begins tickling you. "Eddie Stop!" you exclaim trying to push him away, beginning to laugh. "I will not, you little mischievous Idiot" he laughs lovingly while keeping to tickle you. This goes on for a solid ten minutes, but you actually don't mind. He is distracting you and you couldn't be happier.

He then gives up eventually, but you are still laughing and he can't help but look at you lovingly. "You're so pretty.." he mumbles and reaches out to cup your face.

A little confused you blink up at him. Without properly thinking, you answer. "No you are." He looks at you. Eyes to lips and back. You bite your lower lip slightly nodding. You don't need words, you just understand eachother. Slowly he leans in for a soft, pure and passionate kiss, slowly deepening it when he uses his thumb to open up your mouth a bit more, deepening the kiss. Slowly he pushes you down onto the bed, careful not to hurt you. "Eds.. I-"

"No, just.. let me know if you're okay with this.." he almost stumbles over his words but they still come out right and soft. Nodding you allow him to go further. "But.. just so you know.. I mean you know already- the point is. I have a vagina.. and you know." you reply while he just nods. "I know and that is okay." he continues, now slowly undressing you. If it is the weed that made you brave or him treating you like royalty, you just feel awesome.

Hesitantly you reach out for his shirt, carefully removing it from his body, tossing it somewhere next to the bed. Running your hands over his chest smiling and blushing at the same time. He chuckles. "You're adorable, you know that right?" he asks, while also tossing your shirt away, since you were already feeling bad in the morning, you had only thrown on a sportsbra, which he was quick to remove aswell. "Wow.. Y/N you're..."

Somehow this made you nervous so you covered up instinctively, he starts shaking his head slowly. "No need to Sweetheart, you're more than beautiful.. Handsome. The most handsome" he starts to leave small trail of kisses down your neck, then up again to your ear. Carefully he pulls you closer his hands toying with the hem of your underwear, you prefer to wear boxershorts, makes you feel manly.

Softly you take them off while looking at Eddie in the process. He just looks at you in awe, putting a strand of hair infront of his mouth. Clrearly blushing and pulling you close into a loving and pure kiss.

You can twll that he means it. Slowly he pulls you closer, kissing you slowly while you put your arms around his neck. You can feel his erection against your pussy, making you whine. "Oh fuck baby" Eddie hums into the kiss, rocking his hips slightly. Resulting in you moaning. "Eddie, please.." you say, voice breathy and shaking.

He continues and you start to rock against him. Grinning he looks at you. "Oh baby, you're so desperate for your master, arent you?" he asks, voice hoarse. His hands find their way to your ass and he holds you still while starting to massage it. Pressing your lips together yoy fight the urge to let out a lod moan. Instead you whimper and nust nod. "Use your words, Sweetheart~" teasingly he squishes your butt and then hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear.

"may I?" he polietly asks, and waits for your approval before continuing. You nod and look at him, lust in your eyes. With a slight chuckle he pulls on your underwear, with cooperating to take it off, the underwear flies across the room. "Fucking hell you're already so wet for me?" his tone shifted, his voice an octave lower while he lays you down on the bed to admire you. "Jesus H Christ.. you are even hotter than I could have imagined" he blurts out standing up to free his erection making you gulp. You bite your lip and immediately crawl up to him.

Licking your lips and looking up at him now it's his turn to whine. "Don't look at me like that, Baby" he warns you, but patiently waits for you to to do something. Finally close enough you adjust yourself. "I wanna give you a blowjob.. Please.. Master." you say giving him the best puppy eyes. "Mhhh fuck okay" he gives in pretty easily. "You're so fucking hot.." he mumbles while you take his cock in your hands and start licking the tip slowly. Trying to muffle his whines he bites his lip, lacing his fingers into your hair, grabbing it lightly. The power he now has over you makes you even wetter, you're basically dripping for him.

He throws his head back, his eyes rolling back with lust. He gently pushes you towards his lengh, just for you to lick all over and then take him fully in your mouth. "Fuck Sweetheart you're perfect" he moans through grittet teeth looking back down at you. While deepthroating his cock you innocently look up at him which makes him grunt, rutting his hips against you. You let him slip out of your mouth, licking your lips.

Now a little more confident, you stand up pushing him down onto his bed, crawling over him. "Now let me fuck you" you say running your hands over his chest, up to his throat scratching him a bit. He moans your name along with a few profanities. "Oh please do fuck me... You're literally so hot" he points out grabbing your butt and massaging it while pulling you into a heated kiss. You automatically deepen the kiss and just lay on top of him. His erection pressed to your lower belly, you grin into the kiss and start moving against it

"JesusH Christ, Y/N Sweetheart, you're being a tease" he grunts but still continues kissing you. "I know Babyboy" you tease him even more, your hand slipping between the two of you, running a hand over your wet pussy whining while doing, before using it to tease him even more, he can't thake hiss eyes off of you.

You coat his cock with your wetness as he moans your name again. "Fuck Baby" you say, slowly jerking him off teasing yourself with his tip. He starts to get impatient and grabs your hips slowly pushing himself into you. Both of your moans mix and you dind it extremely hot when he just carelessly moans, especially when he sits up, as he is doing, leans back a bit on one hand using the other hand to hold you in place, fucking you just right. "Fuck Right there keep going" you whimper and start moving against him.

Both of you moaning eachothers names and nicknames, when you call him Master again he starts moving a little faster, you lace your Hands around his neck, holding yourself steady. Which leads to him leaning forward to use his free hand to rub your clitoris. "I'm cumming" you moan at the pleasent feeling of him now hitting the right spot. "Me too Babyboy" he whines. Working to your highs together always gets you. As you feel his warmth fill you, your body reacts by climaxing aswell, juices mixing, him being out of breath, his locks sticking to his face from the sweat that build up.

For a moment the two of you continue moving, causing you to quickly climax again. "Fuck that was hot, not gonna lie" he admits grinning while slowly pulling out of you, carefully. He then gets up to grab a towel, slowly and as careful as possible to clean you up. "God I'm so in love with you Eds" you finally admit while he is cleaning up your pussy. With a slight chuckle he looks at you. "Good because I also am deeply in love with you, Y/N"

I so hope this didn't suck, I hope this made some people happy ;) and just hope you also like it. And just saying my inbox 📥 is open for ANYONE who needs help or just someone to vent or just if you wanna send me cute pictures of your pets! Have a Lovely day and just know you can also suggest things for me to write! I'm also open to write for different fandoms and ofc different stranger things characters!

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[aestheticaltcow]

Fatherhood: Billy Hargrove

Billy met you when he moved back to California after graduating high school and turning 18. He got a job working at an autobody shop. He watched you pull up in a baby blue 1969 Bronco; he was the first one to come up to ask you what kind of help you needed. You thought he was cute and hoped to run into him again.

While driving home after work, he noticed that same Bronco in the parking lot of the local grocery store. He didn’t want to seem like a stalker, but seeing you twice in one day felt like a sign.

He was right to ‘run into you’ at the grocery store- you asked him if he wanted to hang out that weekend, and the rest was history. 

Your relationship moved ‘quickly,’ saying ‘I love you’ after a couple of months, moving in together at six months, and engaged within a year of knowing one another. Your friends thought you were insane, and so did your parents- until they saw just how happy Billy made you.

After a small wedding on the beach, the two of you enjoyed a few years of married bliss before deciding to start your family. You wanted ‘like a million’ kids. Billy wanted to make you happy but couldn’t suppress his fears of being like his father. ‘Billy, you’re nothing like him- you’re different, love.’ as much as you tried to reassure him, it could only do so much.

You wanted to tell Billy you were pregnant in some cute way, but he beat you to it when he was emptying the bathroom trash, ‘Holy shit.’ he muttered under his breath before going back inside the house to ask you if it was true. When you nodded, he hugged you tightly and promised to be the man you saw him as.

Watching your body change throughout your pregnancy made Billy feral. Knowing you were having his baby- it just did something to him. He’d rub your feet and hands at the end of the day to help alleviate swelling pains. He’d help you rub cocoa butter on your bump to help with stretch marks. He went to every appointment and listened as you summarized parenting books to him. 

When the two of you found out you were having a boy- Billy tried not to think about the pain Neil had put him through; he would be the father he’d wished for as a kid.

Joseph Anothy Hargrove, 8lbs 14 oz, 19 inches, was born August 15, 1991. Billy was in love the second he laid his eyes on the infant; he had your eyes- how could he not fall in love with those eyes all over again?

In the early months of Joseph’s life, Billy felt useless. He tried his best to help and became inactive as Joseph got older and slightly less dependent on you. His favorite time of day was the early mornings he’d spend with Joseph; you’d be asleep in your shared bedroom. Billy would sit in the rocking chair in the corner and hold Joseph against his bare chest, ‘I got you, baby. Daddy’s always gonna be there.’ 

Billy kept that promise. Whenever his son needed him, he was there. He coached Little League basketball and even took a turn being the leader of his Boy Scout group. 

Both of you taught him how cars worked- although you’d sneak away after a few minutes to give the boys their bonding time, you loved how Billy relaxed when he was with Joseph.

Billy had broken the cycle.

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[luveline]

baby blurb about giggly kisses with steve 🥲🥲

this DID NOT end up a baby blurb <3 for you my angel

1k words gn!reader of giggly kisses with Steve

It's the kind of laughing that feels sticky. Fondness has you close-lipped and still you find yourself giggling as you kiss him, your twin smiles pressing together lightly, over and over. 

"You're impossible to kiss when you get like this," Steve says, though his tone would suggest he doesn't mind, not one bit. 

"I'm sorry," you say, similarly insincere as you stroke your hand over the side of his pretty face.

His smile affects every feature. His bark brown eyes squint softly. His lips turn up at the corners, lopsided in his pleasure driven sloveness. His pert nose flares with every laugh, and his cheeks apple with the force of his deitific grin. 

You lean forward to dot kisses over all of it. One kiss to each cheek, each eyelid, his nose bridge and the tip, his cupids bow, his lips. You giggle chestily to yourself as you do, enjoying the sensation of his hands over your back and your abdomens pressed together as your weight bares down on him. 

You brush the hair from his eyes and hold his face firmly in place as you kiss his forehead and his hairline.  

You pause, chest on fire at the sounds of his dizzied chuckling. 

Steve's hands climb over your shoulders, arms locked under yours, hugging you tightly as he kisses your bared throat clumsily, tiny hot pecks and then, to your startled delight, a careful nibble. 

You sigh at the feeling. 

"You like that?" he asks knowingly. 

You burst into a breathless pitch of laughter at his question and pull back so he can't get you anymore, meeting his heavy-lidded gaze. "Very much," you say sweetly. 

"How much?" he asks. 

You're so sick with love you could cry. You laugh some more instead, wondering if maybe the room has been filled with happy gas. "So much. So so," you inch forward, your noses almost touching, "so so," he closes his eyes and you follow suit, "so… so…" The heat of his breath tickles your lips as you brush them over his with a lightness that tickles.

Steve steals an arm from between your bodies to take your face into his hand. He kisses ardently, your lips parting in response to his enthusiasm, sighing as he deepens the kiss and his heat becomes yours. 

You sew your fingers into his hair and pull gently. He gasps and the kiss finally breaks, your eyes drifting open to see him.

Steve drops his chin. "Much?" he finishes. 

"So so so so so so so much," you say agreeably. 

It's not funny, it isn't, but you're both so happy you laugh some more, noses sliding against each other as you duck in for another handful of sweet kisses. 

Steve groans into your open mouth and ushers you away from him. "Okay, pretty thing. Take a breather." 

You know what he means. You're so happy you might split at the seams, your breathing coming hard and in untrustworthy waves. 

Despite his command he continues his plight, dragging your hand to his mouth to kiss as you catch your breath. He presses each of your fingertips to his lips in turn, then each knuckle, then the back. The skin he loves on feels tight and warm and tingling. 

You blow a hot breath out of the corner of your mouth. 

"You're beautiful," he says. 

"Me or my hand?" you ask. 

"Both. Both," he repeats, like he'd been talking to someone who wasn't you, like he has to argue the point. "You have pretty fucking hands." 

"You've got a pretty fucking face," you say. 

He tilts his head to the side, as if offering his cheek to you. You take him up on it, though without your hand which remains firmly held in his you've got no way to hold him still. You lean in to kiss his cheek and he quickly moves his head. Your lips land on his. 

"Cheater," you mumble into the softness. 

You gasp quietly as he sits up and pulls you with him, his height allowing him that little extra pressure, his kiss firm and his hands hungry as they leap for your hot face, his thumbs stroking quarter circles into your cheeks. 

"I never claimed to be anything else," he says as he pulls back a half inch.

You kiss him again quickly before saying, "Cheater's get disqualified." 

He pouts almost imperceptibly; his top lip rises a millimetre, his nose wrinkles gently. "You wanna stop?" 

"I didn't say that," you say, leaning back in. 

He evades you, grinning because he knows exactly what you want. He loves to tease. "Now, wait a second, baby. I'm disqualified, huh? No more kisses?" 

"I didn't say that," you repeat, eyebrows beginning to rise, as if to say, are you really gonna do this? 

His own eyebrows rise. I am. 

"Fine," you hardball. "No more." 

The two of you lie with your limbs twined together, a mess of clothes and heat and wanting, waiting for the other to crack. Steve looks incredibly attractive with kiss bitten lips and glassy eyes, his hair ruffled and his shirt collar unbuttoned, a strip of his exposed collar tantalising and taunting you. 

You can feel his eyes on you. You look up guiltily from your oggling and last about five seconds before you're leaning in for another kiss, the two of you predictably giggling like idiots as you join. 

"Let's stop with the games," he says, shaking his head, your lips skipping over his as he moves. 

"Stay still. You're impossible to kiss when you get like this," you parrot his reprimand from earlier back at him. 

He grasps the hills of your shoulders in big hands. "Yes, ma'am," he drawls, stilling. You roll your eyes and finally kiss him properly, his lips parting and pliant beneath yours. Things get much quieter after that. 

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[headkiss]

Hi there!! would I be able to request an Eddie x female reader story?? :) basically just high amounts of fluff where he comments on not only how timid/shy she is, but how short she is as well cause I’m a sucker for that! I’m also super short and I like to imagine that Eddie would find that adorable lol

Like “Oh you’re so little!”, “What’s up short stuff?”, and even “Jesus H Christ I wanna shrink ya down and put you in my pocket- ”😂😂

hiii i hope u like it!! thank u for the request :D | 0.5k words, short!reader fluff

Eddie’s surprised to see you at the party.

Though you’re his friend, not once has he encountered you somewhere outside of small gatherings or when you go over to his trailer to pick up some weed. It helps me sleep, you always tell him, like you need to justify yourself. To him of all people.

You’re standing in the kitchen when he finds you, tucked in the corner by the fridge and a red cup held in your hand. You move out of the way every time someone walks by, he notices. Every time they come close, even.

It’s hard for him to watch you make yourself small like that. He knows you’re shy, and you’re short by nature but he hates to see you trying to take up so little space when he thinks you can take up the entire room just by being there. He walks over.

“Hey short stuff,” he says, leaning on the side of the fridge behind you. You turn to lean your back against it, looking up at him.

“Hi, Eddie.”

You give him that smile of yours, small, hesitant, but he loves it all the same. He wants to kiss you then and there. He taps your nose instead, watching it scrunch up in response.

“Whatcha doing here?”

“By the fridge?”

“At the party, I mean.”

You look down, sheepish.

“I dunno. Wanted to see what all the fuss was about, I guess.”

“Clearly not great if you’re hiding out all by yourself, huh?” He teases.

If he’s honest, he doesn’t like parties all too well, either. He usually only shows to make some money selling and get free drinks if he feels like it. Actually, he was getting ready to leave when he spotted you. He changed his mind pretty quickly.

“No, no. It’s fine. Just not for me.”

“You can be honest, babe. I’m not gonna tell,” he smiles at you, close-mouthed and pretending to zip it up. Your secret's safe with me.

“What are you doing here anyways?” You change the subject, “I thought you hated everyone.”

“Not everyone,” he says. He’s looking straight at you when he does. “I’m just here for business, that’s all.”

You let out a small laugh and shake your head. Such an Eddie thing to say.

He’s one of the only people you find yourself feeling comfortable with, which is surprising considering how so many other people look at him. He’s kind, soft and sweet. A major juxtaposition to how he looks, though he’s very, very pretty.

“Is business good, then?”

“I was gonna ditch until I saw you, actually,” he admits.

You look away when he says that, bashful under his attention, warm from it, too. You never let yourself imagine what it would be like to truly be with him, but you don’t think you can stop yourself now,

You think he’d be mostly the same. He’d make you smile, distract you when you need it without having to ask. Only, maybe he’d kiss you, too. That would be nice.

“You don’t have to stay for me, Eddie.”

“How about I just take you with me, then?” He asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Can go get some food, anything.”

“That would be really, really nice.”

“Let’s go, short stuff. I’ll even give you a boost into the van!” He grins at you.

Despite his teasing, you grin back.

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[daddyissues133]

Sweetheart/EddieMunsonxFemReader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warning: Alcohol and drugs are mentioned in this story

Tags: smut, oral sex, rough kissing, making out, fingering, etc

As I walked into Eddie’s trailer home, I was super excited to smoke with him. We have been dating for the past few months, and it’s been wonderful. He’s mine and I'm his. It’s perfect, but we haven’t done it yet. And I had hoped we would do it soon, but no luck. Since I’m spending the night, maybe tonight will be the night. Not that that matters, just as long as I'm with him. “Why hello sweetheart” Eddie greeted me in the living room, I gave him a kiss on the cheek, as Eddie looked behind me to the outside. I was confused as to why, but I didn’t ask why. Eddie smiled at me before we headed to his room. He shut the door behind him and locked it, as I sat on his bed that smelt like him. His body sweats and his signature cologne lingering off the bedding.

I waited for Eddie to take out the drugs, as he did so, I was very impatient, but waited anyway. He took out two grams of weed, out of the giant bag of weed. I waited as Eddie grinded it up and put it into a bowl, gave one bowl to me and he took the other. “Lighter?” I asked, as Eddie slipped me a lighter then closed my hand around it and kissed my knuckles. I lit the bowl at an angle and inhaled, I let out a big puff of smoke. Then another and another, until I could totally feel it. Meanwhile Eddie was sitting next to me chilled out, staring at the ceiling. 

I laid back into the bed and stared at the ceiling with him. I looked at every crack, every line, every leak, everything. Then I could feel a gaze on me, so I turned to look at Eddie. He was staring intently at me with glossy and red tinted eyes. He started to lean in, so I did too. We slowly kissed each other, after we pulled away moments later we went in for more. Our lips locked together and craved more, so we kept kissing. Eddie’s hands settled on my face, as I curled my hands into Eddie’s hair. I then rolled on top of Eddie, straddling him. I deeply kissed him once more, grabbing the sides of his face. As I did so Eddie rolled me over so my back was on the bed, he kissed me passionately this time smashing my lips into his. 

 Eddie grabbed my waist and pulled me by my waist closer to him, so close I could feel his bulge through his jeans. My eyes widened at the feeling. But were discontinued when Eddie started to kiss down my neck, sucking on the skin effortlessly, I let out a moan which made Eddie smirk against my skin. I loved the feeling when Eddie kissed down my neck, and onto my collarbone. Suddenly he pulled away, I opened my eyes and asked “why’d you stop?” he responded with “I need to take off your clothes, sweetheart.” I nodded and crossed my arms and took the hem of my shirt and pulled it over, then I unclasped my bra and slid down my pants and underwear in one swift motion. Eddie gawked at my naked figure, which made me blush entirely. 

“You're so beautiful y/n” Eddie murmured, I smiled in delight just before I pulled him down and kissed him. He grabbed one of breasts and massaged one as he made out with me, suddenly his tongue entered my mouth and explored every inch of my mouth. I smirked at the tingly feeling. Then Eddie went to the other breast and massaged the other one, delicately needing it with his palm. I started to kiss Eddie’s clothed shoulder before he took it off and I helped him. It was his hellfire club shirt, he then threw it off the bed and smiled just before kissing me once more, this time more fiercely. God did I love him. He then started to work his way down, kissing my shoulders and then my stomach until he reached my lower v line. “Spread your legs, y/n” commanded Eddie as he lowered himself. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the end of the bed, I spread my legs as far as I could, exposing my damp cunt. 

“Look at that” gawked Eddie, it made me slightly insecure, but those thoughts vanished as Eddie swiped his warm long tongue against my slit. Swiping up and down, it sent tingles down my spine. Which I very much enjoy, Eddie once in a while would kitten lick against my clit or hole just to push me over the edge. Which is usually what happened. A moan escaped my mouth, and my back arched at the feeling of pleasure coursing through me. Eddie kept licking up and down my slit, not caring at every time I told him to stop. 

Suddenly he stopped and began to rub my clit, slow meaningful circles, then bam! Three fingers thrusted into my dripping hole, and without warning too. Eddie thrusted at the speed of light into my pussy, and the only sounds you could hear were the wet sounds of my cunt getting pleased and the grunts and moans from me and Eddie. Which made me more vulnerable to Eddie’s touch. Suddenly tight knots formed in my stomach and I clenched my walls around Eddie’s thick soft fingers. “That's it sweetheart, cum for me” Eddie cooed, just those words alone made me cum right then and there. I released all over Eddie’s fingers, and just as I imagined it, Eddie cleaned me up and licked up all my fluids.

I sighed a huge breath just before Eddie had slid off his pants and put on a condom from his pocket. After that he lined the tip of his cock into my entrance, then with one big thrust he entered me slowly and filled me up completely. I clenched around his walls at the gut wrenching feeling. He began to thrust slowly, in and out at a slow pace, just the way I wanted it. We stared into eachothers eyes, just then Eddie kissed me, our lips locking once more this time not letting go, we wanted every inch of each other. Our hands all over each other's bodies. I kissed Eddie’s shoulder blades and ran my hands down his abs that weren’t too toned but not super fleshy. 

“Faster” I breathed out to Eddie, he smiled and began thrusting faster and faster. I let out breathless moans, just squeaking noises coming out. My eyes rolled back into the ceiling and I swear I could see twinkling little stars at how fast Eddie was going. Pushing his tip all the way in then all the way out. “Rub your clit for me, y/n” Edie said, so I did what he said. Rubbing my clit in fast smooth circles, the more I did so the more I was close to climaxing. Then finally I hit my climax and I released a second time all over Eddie’s cock, and Eddie hit his climas and released in the condom. 

I took a big breath and sighed. Eddie threw away the used condom and flopped back onto the bed next to me. “God I love you Y/n” Eddie said out loud, I smiled and turned to look at him “do you mean that or is that the drugs talking?” I asked smugly, Eddie chuckled and replied with “I never hit the bowl sweetheart.” My mouth fell open “so this whole time it was really you and not the drugs talking and doing?” I asked, and Eddie nodded. “I love you too I guess then” I smirked, and Eddie cocked an eyebrow up and wrapped me in his arms, the blankets covering us. I could smell the sweetness of Eddie’s cologne. It smelt so good I couldn’t control myself. Suddenly as I drifted off to sleep I felt safe for once and it was the best feeling ever. My thoughts disappeared and a delightful dream took place. Me and Eddie in a Paris hotel making love before a fancy dinner, my dream is to move away from Hawkins and live in Paris with Eddie. The only problem is Eddie wants to stay here. But maybe I can change his mind tomorrow morning. 

The next morning I woke up to the soft snores from Eddie in my ear. I opened my eyes and turned to face Eddie, his beautiful brown locks in his face. I decided to give him a special treatment. I crawled underneath the covers and used my hand to give Eddie a hand job, I wrapped my hand around his tip then massaged down the base and up, then repeated. I did this for some time before Eddie woke up. “Well this is a pleasant surprise” Eddie smirked and kissed me. I crawled back to the surface and kissed Eddie on the lips before going back into the sheets, this time sucking on his tip then putting his whole length into my mouth, using slow sucking motions and hollowing my cheeks to give Eddie a better feeling. “Im g-gonna cum” Eddie said though an open mouth and some grunts. Suddenly he released into my mouth and I swallowed all his fluids, the nastly tasting liquid pouring down my throat. 

It was so bad I made Eddie get me something to drink, which he did. When he got back I gulped down the bottle of beer, chugging it down as fast as I possibly could. Then I laid back in Eddie’s arm until we actually had to wake up. Sleep consumed me and I lived through a steamy dream once more of me and Eddie. “I love you sweetheart” Eddie said as I drifted into sleep, but I responded with “I love you too.”

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[tonixe]

❛❛ ICE ❜❜

matching ・Coach!Steve Harrington x Ice Skater!Reader

genre・Fluff, maybe enemies to lover trope(?) 😏

warning ・None :/

words・1140

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Walking into the skating rink with your backpack in hand, holding your skates in hand, today was the day your new coach came in to help you improve your skating skills.

You sat on the bench, put on your skates, tied them up in the process, 'Might as well practice than waiting.'

The scarping of the ice once your skates hit the ice echoed in the skating rink; you were the only person there practicing your skills on the ice; it was owned by one of your childhood friends that granted permission for you to practice.

Skating Ice was fun; it was satisfying to hear your skates cut the layer of ice in the rink, wearing your ordinary sweater and legging as you skated around.

Practicing toe loops to the lutz, your jumps were perfect, landing onto the smooth ice with the crisp sound of ice being cut from your skates, but even with your everything, your rhythm was somehow always lacking some emotion, they say.

The thought of the idea of your dances lacking emotion anger you. "Does it even matter," you puff out. The lights shined on the ice giving it a white glow; the glow was enhancing you.

Wondering to yourself how the smooth ice was to skate on, how something frozen would be beautiful, not like normal icy water was appearing like an unawakened bear in its hibernation.

The scraping sound of ice filled your ears with glee.

As you held yourself in your arms, skating away on the rink, not hearing or being aware of who came into the skating rink, you were too busy with your thought to comprehend.

The door cracked open, with a cold hiss sound echoing the skating arena like opening a freezer.

Footsteps echoed and took your mind out of thought as you looked towards the arena entrances; he was holding in a duffel bag and had their skates in hand.

His luxurious, delicate locks bounced every time he took a step; you gazed in awe, wondering who this man was, especially when you thought this place was closed and wasn't always anyone in.

Your eyes couldn't take your eyes off him. It was something enticing about him; maybe it was about how he came in, how he walked, or perhaps it's his gorgeous hair alluring you.

Until his eyes spotted you and stared at you, you looked away in embarrassment and skated away from the area inaccessible to the benches.

Your face was hot, practically sweating from the encounter even though the whole rink was freezing; ghastly to say, he was reasonably attractive.

After that, you came up with somewhat of a decision. So you skated to the benches where you threw all your stuff on and did a couple of stretches so your body wouldn't cramp up while you were in the lesson.

Waiting for your new coach to come, since your old coach quit out of you because you were 'too hotheaded,' it is not your fault that they rated your triple axel loops wrong.

You did break some of the signs, but you couldn't hold it in; you rubbed your neck and rotated it to loosen your tense muscles and sighed; this coach is taking a long time to come here. Finally, when you close your eyes, he appears in front of you, not even admiring your personal space, "Your L/N, right?" his modulated voice ranged into your ears.

No way this hunk was your coach; your eyes widen in astonishment "…Y-yeah, are you my new coach?" you should have rethought that answer because it was a stupid question to ask.

"Mhm, I'm Steve, well my full name is Steve Harrington, but you can call me Steve for short," he utters, putting his hand out, signaling for a handshake; you are in a trance by his beauty not even admiring his hand, you just shook your head.

"Not much of a contact person, are you?" he pulled his hand away from you. Not much came out of your word; you just stared at him and crossed your arms.

"Well, shall we start on the ice?" he insisted, "Okay." you sat up from the benches and entered the ice sink with your coach, "Show me one of your routines, so you will know what is lacking. In?"

Did he say lacking, not even one second, and you already have a problem with him? You're never lacking; you are simply perfect and flawless in everything you do, especially ice skating.

You skated away from him and got in position, your arms twirled around your body, as your feet followed the rhythm of your arms, it was a bit awkward since there was no music, as your one of legs dismounted from the ice as you turned your body as you took flight, completing a 360 spin and landing on the ice.

As you push yourself back and accelerate your speed on your skates as you turn around, kicking your right leg back, using the weight of your body, turning yourself, landing on the ice with your right leg being held with your right hand, having your left arm out, to balance yourself on ice, completing upright spin.

You felt confident until you looked at him; his face emitted an unimpressed look; oh boy, that took a toll on you.

You lower your leg, propelling yourself around the ice as you spread your arms away from each other as you turn back and propel yourself up, doing a 360 spin and landing on your right leg as you tuck your arms.

Taking the speed, jumping up and spinning into the air, completing a toe loop and having your left leg in the air, bending yourself 70 degrees and turning in the air while your right leg takes the weight of your body, completing a camel spin.

You lower your leg to the ice, decrease your speed on the ice as you finish up your routine, pose on the ice, have a smug grin on your face, sweat dripping off your face, and your heavy breathing echoes in the arena as the sounds of clapping were followed up.

"That's good." he puts his hand back in his pockets, walking towards you; you turn yourself as you were looking face-to-face with him, "But your turns and jumps were lacking," he utters.

A big hit to the ego.

If that comment didn't make you angry, his critiques would. Releasing your anger was something he wanted you to do honestly; you didn't want him to be right about you at all.

He was breathing in and out, changing your state of mind to be calm. Then, dismissing him with a thank you, that smug smile formed on his annoying face angered you more.

"So..should we get started?"

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[qrosewinter]

Toxic

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Description :Part 1 - Part 2- part 3..To be continued.

Summery: Where a girl from New Zealand goes to brooklyn to live with her Auntie and Uncle, mets a brooklyn boy with secrets and a voice like honey with pretty hazel green eyes.

Where a brooklyn boy mets a girl from New Zealand with an accent he's never heard before, who he can't seem to forget.

The start of the most unlikely relationship between two people starts to bloom, between a brooklyn boy who's just a little misunderstood.

And a Polynesian girl struggling to find who she is in the concrete jungle of NYC so far from home.

Will this relationship bloom or stay untouched? Maybe we should let fate take the lead for this one.

Fic summary: slow burn, obvious to flirting, a little bit of angst, romance, revenge, anger.

WARNINGS ⚠️: Horrible attempts at slang, Horrible attempts at Spanish, Swearing, Weapons, Gore, Drugs, Alcohol, Mature themes, Spelling mistakes.

Be warned terrible attempt at slang for miles and Spanish, but we do be trying 🥲, this is literally my first time at trying out writing a fic and trying to finsh it too, so feed back would be nice and any ideas you may have ill take into consideration too!

Also I will be leaving little hints on what the chapters are about using small poems or quotes, so be sure to read those. It'll be a little insider on what (Y/N)'s past maybe even about Miles too, and even a little hint on what the chapter could potentially bring in the future 👀

chapter 1: Bumpin' into a stanger.

"Two souls don't find each other by simple accident" -Unknown

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"Ion want to hurt you ma" he said to me his forearm against the wall next to my head as he caged me between him and the wall.

But I couldn't make out his face, it was to dark on this street, the nearest street light was to far away to give me even a slightest glimpse his face hidden in the shadows.

The only thing I could make out where his lips. They looked so soft and plump.

"Who said I'd let you?" I couldn't help but fire back as my heart pounded in my chest, and I was sure if he leaned in any closer he'd hear it.

He chuckled softly, the sound like liqud honey, but also slightly deep and so undeniably fucking attractive "you ain't got no idea who I am, do you mamas?"

"What?" I said confused, my head tilted back to look up at him even though I couldn't see his face. my hands felt sweaty and clamy as I rubbed them against my upper thighs against my jeans to wipe it away.

He kissed his teeth as he huffed a little amused "Fuck, Chica" he said smoothly his voice touched by an accent.

Spanish, I think? I wasn't sure, couldn't bring myself to pay attention, now with how he moved just a little closer, now pressed up against me.

And jesus, did that voice have my knees weak and threatening to give out under me.

"qué me estás haciendo" he mumbled leaning in closer to me and my pluse quickened my breath hitching as his lips got closer to mine.

I held my breath as his lips brushed against-

"Y/N GET THE FUCK UP YOUR GONNA BE LATE" a voice yelled, snapping me out of my dream.

My eyes shot open in fright, I shot up in bed but well ended up tangled in my sheets and tumbled out of the bed "Fuck!" I cursed as I hit the ground and I groaned.

"Well what are you waiting for young lady, get up. ka tohe koe i tenei reiti." Came my Auntie Lily's voice from the kitchen as she grumbled to herself.

My Auntie Lily's like me, she's from new Zealand too, but ended up moving to brooklyn after she met my uncle and fell in love with him.

My auntie lily has beautiful long black wavey hair hair that stops mid back, light brown skin, and dark brown eyes. And still even in her mid-thirtys she's still very beautiful.

I heard the sound of shuffling feet filled the apartment of everyone wide awake and getting ready for the Day.

I groaned from where I lay on the floor in a tangle of blankets my cheek squished against the carpet, I lay there for a few minutes before I pushed myself up and untangled myself from the blankets.

"Fuckin' mornings" I grumbled under my breath as I sluggishly made my way to the bathroom I was thankful I had in the bedroom my Auntie let my have.

The room was still plain and empty of decorations seeing as I only just got to America two days ago, and well its only been two days since I've been in new york, so I was still getting used to things here.

I made it into my bathroom and sighed running a hand through my messy hair and looked up in the bathroom mirror and grimaced a little, because well I'd seen better days for sure.

I had dark bags under my eyes, my skin looked a little oily and kinda dry in some places as I rubbed my finger tips over my skin to get a better feel, seeing as I didn't get to do my skincare before I left to get on a plane here to New York, and well fuck the 16 hour flight I had to take here and the stuffy plane filled with assholes.

And well having to get used to an 18 hour time difference was hard too, but slowly and surely I was getting used to it but not as fast as I needed too seeing as I had only been here for about two weeks.

I thought rolling my eyes to myself, then I glanced at my piercings I had and hummed in thought, thinking of the last time I cleaned them.

I had a septum piercing nothing fancy just a sliver one, then snake bites on both sides of my bottom lip and yet again nothing fancy just plain old silver seeing as I could never get the right lip rings for them, either to big, to small or just not comfortable, course I had a tongue piercing but that was just an impulse decision to get it, a plain old sliver bar with red and white stripped balls on each end.

And finally I had both my first and second lobes pierced, for my first lobe it was just a plain old sliver hoop with safety-pins hanging from them, because I remembered reading somewhere that they meant something like being a trusting person always here to listen and help so I thought why not and added them, then for the second lobe was a sliver stud shaped like a small Angel wing with a little white crystal in the center, a gift from auntie Lily for my 18th last year.

And I grimaced as I ran a hand through my hair, it felt greasy and sweaty seeing as I didn't get to wash it for the past few days being tired and trying to adjust to being in such a new place, and well it didn't look any better either and was in some need of some good TLC.

With a slow deep sigh I turned on the shower to warm leaving it to warm up as I walled into my room over to my drawers to get some clothes and underwear.

I pulled out a fair of black cargos, and a black halter crop top I had cause it was right there and I didn't want to go digging for any other shirt feeling to lazily to look for something different.

I pulled out a pair of black ankle socks and threw them on my bed to put on after my shower, then a plain pair of black panties and a bra to match nothing fancy, along with throwing a black oversized varsity jacket I had with red accents on it, onto my bed too.

Before I moved off to the bathroom with my clothes to wash up, and get my day started even though I wanted to crawl into bed and die.

(About 30 minutes later)

I walked out of my bathroom feeling fresh and brand knew after washing up, doing my skincare, and putting some products in my hair and clipping it back in a messyish bun to keep my damp hair out of my face, but still I had a few stray hairs framing my face and curling gently against my cheek.

I slipped my socks on then my old warn black Nikes with white accents, i so happened to buy myself back home after going on a day out with my sisters, I'm our small town, cause why not and I needed some new shoes and by looking at these ones I'd need to get some new shoes later on too.

I quickly swiped on some of my vanilla oil perfume putting some just below my ears, then my collarbones and then finally my wrists before setting it down, slipping on my jacket then my cross body bay I got on sale it was a small black Nike cross body bag with about four different pockets.

the one right on the front of the bag had about three different lip balms in it, the one right on the back and some cash and my credit card in it, and on the inside it had my portable charger and a small charger cord in it for both my phone and well my earbuds, the other little pocket didn't really have much in it on the inside just my apartment keys and some lose change I had.

I didn't forget to slip my phone into my back pocket while putting my JBL earbuds in my bag too after taking the earbuds out of the case.

Bought them myself when they were on sale, cause I had a Job back home, made decent money too, got paid 25 an hour just to clean some rooms on the weekend or even ever school was out, I always put half of what I had away in my savings and the rest I kept for myself to spend on what I wanted or needed.

And as I walked out of my room I swiped on some coconut lip bam cause my lips felt dry, as I started to walk for the door, after shoving it back into the front pocket of my bag.

"I'm off! Bye Auntie!" I called out to my Auntie as I slipped out the door.

"Bye have a good day!" I heard her call out after me as I slipped out the door, putting my ear buds in my ears, and tapping the side of the right one once to press play as the song 'Baby by me by 50 cent and Ne-yo' filled my ears as I walked down the apartment hallway.

down the stairs and then finally the apartment building and down the street to get my schedule from the new school I was starting in a few days, but first I was having a little meeting with the principal so he could show me around first.

~Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire~

I hummed along under my breath as I walked down the street hands in my jacket pockets as I walked, bobbing my head a little to the beat of the music as it played in my ears blocking out the sounds of the city around me.

Taking in the sights around me cause I haven't actually stopped to take the time too really look at everything, all I really knew what this was Brooklyn, a little run down but still in its own way beautiful, graffiti here and there on the sides of buildings, a few old looking stores, people going about there day, and well a few shady people lurking around alleyways, but I knew better then to look at them so I didn't.

But the people here had spirit for sure, I could here the mix of New York/ Brooklyn slang, home cooked meals being made, the sounds of people taking even over the sound of music in my ears, the mix of American and Latin culture being thrown around with Spanish too, a language I didn't quite understand but was still beautiful nonetheless, the beautiful blends of skin tones ranging from dark mahogany skin to light skinned brown with a few pale skin tones and tanned.

~Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire~

I stopped at a crossing as I pulled a hand from my pocket to press the button on the pole to the traffic lights before stuffing it back in my pocket, waiting for the red light to turn green.

~I don't play no games (I don't play no games, so when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang), come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean, ow (See what I mean)~

Once the light turned green I walked across the crossing with a few others, dodging out of the way of people almost brushing against me cause they weren't looking where they were going and I did not want them touching me.

Personal preference really, I wasn't overly fond of being touched. Never been an overly touchy person either, hug's definitely weren't my thing unless I was close enough to you to be comfortable hugging you. Then again it took me nearly four to five years being comfortable to hug my own friends back home. But like I said it was personal preference.

I kept walking feeling glad I had gone with my Auntie when she had first signed me up for my new school, and that new school was brooklyns Visions Academy I was lucky enough to get into. I know you've got to be well really smart to get in and I wasn't exactly the smartest, but they started up an art program I managed to get a scholarship for to be able to join the school I think so far I was one part of the first ten students to get the art program school.

But most of all I was glad I went with her on that car ride to the school because I was so anxious and paranoid I was gonna forget the way to school, that I had before hand set up the directions on my phone incase I did forget the way there, or maybe I was just overthinking making myself anxious and paranoid.

And I had tried my hardest to memorise the way there and back home too....yeah I'm definitely just overthinking again, a very bad habit of mine I couldn't shake off.

~Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on), bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone), come see what I mean ( see what I mean), see what I mean (see what I mean), come see what I mean, come on~

I walked down two more streets before turning a corner and spotting the school up a head with students lingering outside or making there way into the school as I walked up to it.

I took a deep breath in and tried to shake off my social anxiety as I got nearer to the stairs leading up to the school.

"That's a lot of people outside" I muttered to myself, but I cleared my throat and tried to ignore the lingering feeling of anxiety prickly at my skin.

I made it up to the stairs of the school and walking up them and passed people as I walked through the school doors ignoring there stares, and if there where whispers I was glad I couldn't hear them over the music in my ears blocking out all noise, forcing myself to focus on the music then the stares burning themselves into my back as I clenched my fists in the pockets of my jacket.

~first it's her neck, yeah then her back, yeah I'm a freak, I get into all that, girl I perform for ya, like a porno star, 'til you had enough, then I just need a little bit more~

I was lost in thought and the music playing its up beat tune in my ears a much needed distraction from my anxiety as I hummed along lowly under my breath as I looked down at my feet as I shuffled down the schools hallway to the principals office, having memorised the way there the first time I was here.

Weaving through people and trying my damn hardest not to bump into anyone, or get in anyone's way as I slid past a group of people just standing in the hallway talking to each other, a group of girls not really caring they where in the way of others getting to there lockers and trying there hardest to balance books in there arms as they headed to class a little early .

And seeing as I wasn't looking up or paying much attention being to busy daydreaming as I weaved through and around people, I manged to walk into someone, bumping into a hard chest.

'Good job (Y\L), did the one thing you were literally trying not to do'

And I winched in embrassment as I pulled away tugging an earbud from my ear and shoving it in my pocket "Shit I'm so sorry" I apologised to the person infront of me I had just walked into.

~I don't play no games (I don't play no games), so when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang), come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean, ow (See what I mean)~

~Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on), bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone), come see what I mean ( see what I mean), see what I mean (see what I mean), come see what I mean, come see what i mean~

I glanced up to see who I bumped into, another apology on my tongue, but it died when I got a look at the guy infront of me, but that felt wrong to call him a guy or even a boy, cause he looked like a man and held himself like one too, like someone who had to grow up just a little to fast making him so much more mature for his age then others.

He had dark skin but not to dark skin it was like the perfect mix between milk chocolate and dark chocolate somewhere just in between, he had barely noticeable freckles I could only just see being so close to him dotting his nose bridge and cheeks, his features where soft yet sharp in some places making him look more mature then he should for his age but he still had that soft boyish look under the stoic expression on his face, his lips looked soft and plump if not just a tiny bit chapped.

His hair which looked like he had 4B textured hair in dense coils was braided back, in two braids down the back of his head and only just brushing past his shoulders, a hairstyle that suited him but I could tell by the way his hair was just slightly frizzy and looking like his hair may have grown out just a bit, he was in need of a touch up.

he was taller then me thats for sure, I was 5ft6 and he looked around 6ft something and towered over me so I really had to tilt my head back to look at him, sure I wasn't exactly tall, but it was clear he got his tall genes from maybe his father? Or even his mother, but I wouldn't know, this was literally the first time I'd ever met him.

But what really got my attention was his eyes, they were a Hazel colour with hints of green in them but one eye his left had more green in it then the other did, but it was very subtle unless you where up close to him. His eyes reminded me of a forest the brown of the tree trunks with the green of the leaves or even moss, reminding me a little bit of home.

And for a moment I felt just a little ping of something I couldn't identify, maybe homesickness? Or maybe just missing the vast green of the forests, mountains and trees I was used to seeing. Compared to the concrete jungle that was NYC so vastly different.

He had on the Visions Academy uniform, his tie was hanging loosely from his neck like he just loosened it or just didn't bother to really out it on properly, the sleeves of his white button up rolled up to his elbows his school jacket nowhere in sight probably in his bag or even in his dorm, the dark navy blue trousers that went with the uniform fitting him quite well too.

Expect his shoes were Nike airs purple and white with black accents, that well made him stand out a little. But even then his school uniform didn't hide the fact he was lean, not just hard muscle, not lean enough to show he was always busy physically in the way of going to the gym or even maybe another kind of activity just as physical for him to keep his figure just right, not to much muscle, but not quite just skinny being just bones and all, it was a perfect balance in between the both of them.

"It's aight ma, don't sweat it" he said, his voice was deep but not to deep, and the way his words rolled off his tongue like honey and a hint of an accent I couldn't really place at the moment with music still playing in my ear, and the noise of students walking around us.

He had a hand on my waist having set it there when I had bumped into him, a reflex probably to make sure either he didn't fall over or to make sure I didn't ass over either.

His hand on the bare skin of my waist peeking out just under my crop top, his hands felt rough calloused just enough so it was clear he did hands on physical work but not to rough to the point it felt like the skin on his palms were gonna scratch my skin, it was a strangely pleasant feeling feeling the rough skin on my own.

And for a moment that threw me off, I hadn't ever liked someone's touch before, not even my own mothers. So for the fact I didn't mind his touch, that this feeling wasn't like the usual feeling I got when someone touched me. That it didn't feel like my skin was crawling and making me physically uncomfortable....was strange, so very, very strange to me.

I blinked a little in surprise, 'Ma? Well that's a new one' I thought to myself before I shook it off and cleared my throat stepping back away from him shoving my hands back in my pockets.

"Sorry again, I should have paid more attention" I said to the mystery man in front of me with a small awkwardly apologetic smile.

'Jesus I feel fucking awkward as hell right now, get a grip (Y/N) stop being a little bitch'

"Mm, ain't nothin' ma, just look where you goin' next time" He sounding almost a little amused, but if he was I couldn't tell over the rising anxiousness and awkwardness as he looked down at me as he seemingly shurgged off the situation, his hand fell from my waist dropping back to his side.

"Uh yeah, I'll remember that" I said a little awkwardly cause well I wasn't a people person and clearly didn't get out much to be standing here trying to have a normal conversation.

"Well I better get going, have a good day, and sorry again for bumping into you" I said to him automatically falling into a more polite tone, one that had been drilled into me for years back home by my parents, family and everyone I basically knew.To always been polite unless given a reason not to be polite to them, just like I was told to be respectful, until they didn't have the right to earn such respect for me if they couldn't give it back in return.

AI stepped away with a small smile and a nod to the man I bumped into as I started to walk away.

"See you 'round ma" he called out to me as he watched me leave, as I continued to walk down the hallway to the principals office, taking my earbuds from my pocket and shoving it back in my ear as I walked just a little faster away from him, feeling so goddamned embarrassed and awkward.

(Miles's POV)

Miles watched as the girl who had bumped onto him apologised one last time so politely making him almost, almost crack a genuine smile for the first time in along while, even told him to have a good day before she left and he couldn't help but be amused by that.

And a small smirk tugged at his lips as he watched her walk away, his eyes trailing over her from her hair clearly damp from a shower clipped back messily to the clothes she wore.

Black varsity jacket with red accents on the collar and chuffs of the sleeves, black cargos that hugged her lower body just right, he paused for a moment to look at her ass, as she walked, and yeah those cargo's definitely hugged her just right.

She had an accent too, one he didn't recognise, but it sounded like a mix of two completely different accents that seemed to blend so easily together when she spoke, her voice wasn't like the other girls voices in this school.

Coming out a tad soft and like honey when words fell from her pierced lips and slightly high pitched from embarrassment and being a tad awkward.

But what he noticed the most was how when she spoke her two uniquely blended accents just come out more pronounced with certain words as she spoke, sometimes sounding more like the other the blended together.

But it was clear she wasn't from Brooklyn not with that accent and the way she acted either, but the biggest give away was how jetlagged she still looked, along with her features that looked unique, unique in the way that showed where ever she was from she was a perfect blend of two cultures, and that was enough for him to know she was new to his city.

She was also not bad looking either, she had pretty (E/C) eyes, a pretty little body too softly curved in the right places. He remembered too how soft her skin felt against his rough palm, the tingling feeling it left behind on his palm from were his hand had been on her waist.and unconsciously he clenched and unclenched the hand that had touched her soft skin.

But he also remembered the smell of her perfume once he got a whif of it when she had been just inches from him, it smelt like vanilla and something softer, something sweet kinda like marshmallows. it wasnt strong like most perfumes that stung his nose and over powering his nose with the harsh smell of someone drowning themselves in there perfume. it was soft and subtle, Not over powering the soft scent of coconut sticking to her skin mixing in so well with the vanilla.

Miles turned around and walked off to his Spanish class his backpack slung lazily over his shoulder "Interesting" he muttered to himself under his breath as he kept walking, a barely visible smirk on his lips as he walked shoving his hands in his pockets, as he lazily strolled to class.

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END OF CHAPTER ONE

Next chapter

Hope you enjoyed that let me know of there's any spelling mistakes 🙃

Translations: qué me estás haciendo = What are you doing to me?

ka tohe koe i tenei reiti = Your gonna be late at this rate

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x you #miles morales x reader #42 miles morales #miles g morales x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #prowler miles #Spotify

[lovestay-channie]

Start of Something New- Jeongin Imagine

Pairing: non!idol yang jeongin x fem!reader

Genre: stangers to lovers, fluffy

Synopsis: yang jeongin has had a rough year. could things turn out to be different for 2024 at a karaoke club?

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning: alcohol consumption

A/N: happy new years everyone!! let's be happy and healthy in the new year! (also not proof read or edited bc i'm lazy tonight lol)

“Aaaand that was Bang Chan with Die For You by The Weekend!” 

It’s New Year's Eve in Seoul. The evening sky was lit by the bright lights of the skyscrapers. The roads are filled with people: friends who are bar hopping, couples finding a sweet spot to share an intimate moment with one another, families eating together, and the hustle and bustle of the busy city. Jeongin was with his friends Chan, Hyunjin, and Seungmin. They decided to end the year at a Karaoke Club. 

“Nice job Bang!” Hyunjin says, patting his friend on the back. They were sitting at the bar watching Chan sing his heart out on stage. 

“Ahh it was nothing,” Chan brushes off Hyunjin before taking a swig of his lukewarm beer. “I need a new drink. Anyone want anything?” 

Seungmin leans back from his stool, “I’ll take another shot of Tequila, please.” 

Chan nods at his friend's requests and asks the bartender for another round of shots. 

“You’ve barely touched your beer, Jeongin,” Hyunjin says, lifting the can to feel how full it is. 

Jeongin shrugs and takes a sip, “I don’t want to get wasted tonight.” 

It had been a difficult year for Jeongin. He didn’t want to drown his sorrows into alcohol like he did for most of this year. College at JYPU was becoming more difficult as he was getting into harder classes, his girlfriend of a year and a half cheated on him, and he couldn’t keep a job to save his life. Truth be told, 2023 was not his year. 

“Come on Innie,” Seungmin says, handing the youngest a shot. “Screw 2023!” 

Jeongin scoffs at his friend and accepts the shot he was given. He welcomed the burning sensation going down his throat. “Who’s going to sing next?”

“I don’t think I could read the screen properly,” Hyunjin laughs. 

“I’m not about to embarrass myself out there. I have a reputation I need to hold up for law school,” Seungmin says, fiddling with his drink. 

“We come to a Karaoke bar, and you aren’t going to sing?” Jeongin questions. 

“Exactly!” Seungmin turns around. “We come here to watch drunk people attempt at even holding the microphone.” 

Next thing they know, the strobe lights were flashing around them, signaling the announcer was about to speak. “Aaaaall right, everyone. It’s time for Popcorn Tiiiimee!!!”

The four boys looked at one another. Popcorn Time was just as scary as popcorn reading in school! A person at random will be chosen to sing, and they don’t really have a chance to turn it down. The only good side to Popcorn Time is getting a free drink for being brave enough to sing with a stranger. 

“Let’s get the spotlights going!”

Two spotlights turn on; one pink, one blue. They start going around the audience, fishing to see who they will pick. Next thing they know, the blue spotlight landed on none other than Yang Jeongin. He sighs defeated. Thankfully, he is a music major, so he has something underneath his belt. Chan squealed in his ear as Hyunjin pushed him to go up to the stage. “Come on over young man!”

Jeongin looks at the crowd as the pink spotlight is still going around finding someone. As soon as he reaches the stage, the pink light stops on a girl sitting with her friends. They all freakout as the girl is also pushed to go up to the stage. 

The two strangers are now standing side by side, microphones placed in front of them. “And what are your guys’ names?” 

“Hi. I am Yang Jeongin, 22, student at JYUP.”

“Hello, I’m Y/l Y/n, 21, also a student at JYUP.”

The crowd cheers for the brave souls who are about to sing a song with one another. “And what do you guys want to sing?” 

The two meet each other's eyes for the first time, both unsure of what to sing. She shrugs her shoulders and leans out a hand for Jeongin to pick. “Uh, do you know the movie Tangled?” he asks. Y/n nods her head, eyes shine at the mention of the movie. “I See the Light?” 

The crowd “Awwws” at the song suggestion. “Quite a romantic song for two people who have just met. Let’s do it!” Just as the announcer starts to leave, he says one more thing for just the two of you to hear, “Someday you will thank me for this… or not.” 

He exits the stage, leaving Jeongin and Y/N together. The crowd goes quiet, knowing it’s a softer song for a club. The screen turns on with the song title on display. Jeongin just realized that there were hundreds of people here and he was about to sing in front of them. His hands started to feel a little clammy. He didn’t even realize that song had started until Y/n started to sing. 

All those days watching from the windows

All those years outside looking in

His head snaps in her direction. What looks to be this shy girl had a beautiful voice beneath her. His breath was taken away. He hadn’t heard anything so beautiful before. 

All that time never even knowing

Just how blind I've been

Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight

Now I'm here, suddenly I see

She turns her head towards Jeongin, who hasn’t stopped looking at her while she was singing. 

Standing here, it's all so clear

I'm where I'm meant to be

She was serenading him as if she was putting him in a trance. 

And at last I see the light

And it's like the fog has lifted

And at last I see the light

And it's like the sky is new

Jeongin snapped out of the trance he was in, breaking eye contact with Y/n, realizing that his part is coming up. He grabbed the microphone so he could hold it in his hand instead of his being on the stand. 

And it's warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted

All at once everything looks different

Now that I see you

The crowd applauded and cheered for Y/n’s verse. It made Jeongin’s ears ring a little bit. Thankfully, there is a minor music break between their verses. He scanned the crowd to find his friends. He could see the bright, blonde haired Hyunjin who was standing up. He gave Jeongin a thumbs up, encouraging him that he was going to do great.

All those days chasing down a daydream

All those years living in a blur

All that time, never truly seeing

Things the way they were

The verse he was singing was almost ironic. Truthfully, he didn’t have a good year. There were so many lows that it outweighed the highs. But he had his friends and family by his side the whole time. He was never alone. 

Now she's here, shining in the starlight

Now she's here, suddenly I know

Then there’s Y/n. A complete stranger who has one of the most beautiful voices he had ever heard singing with him. He glanced at her, and she was already looking at him. Maybe the end of the year could turn the new year around.

If she's here, it's crystal clear

I'm where I'm meant to go

Y/n leans into her microphone to sing with Jeongin.

And at last I see the light

And it's like the fog has lifted

And at last I see the light

And it's like the sky is new

And it's warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted

All at once, everything is different

Now that I see you

Jeongin takes a step towards Y/n, grabbing her hand before singing the next verse. 

Now that I see you

He gets lost in her star-lit eyes. His heart is beating a million miles a minute. The scariest thing he could have experienced ended up being the greatest thing he has ever done. What he doesn’t notice is the screaming, applause, and whistles cheering for the two on stage. They look towards the crowd, bowing, and exiting the stage hand in hand. 

Jeongin pulls Y/n into a more private area so he could talk to her better. “You were incredible!”

“Me?!” she exclaims. “Did you hear yourself out there?! You were amazing! Great song choice, by the way!”

Jeongin blushes, “Oh, thanks. It was the first duet that came to mind. Not really one for a club, but it seems like they liked it.”

“Yeah, I think they did..” 

A comfortable silence came between the two new acquaintances. Jeongin looks up to find a clock. 11:59PM. “It’s almost the New Year.”

Y/n turns to glance at the clock he is looking at, “Oh yeah, it is.” 

“Do you want to watch the fireworks with me?” he asks. 

Y/n looks back at the handsome boy. Her cheeks turn pink and her eyes crinkle from the smile forming on her face. “I would love to.”

They walk to the balcony, still hand in hand. The air was brisk and cold, but Jeongin’s heart was warm. The countdown to the New Year began, waiting for this year to end. 

“5!”

“Thanks for singing with me,” Jeongin says. 

“4!”

“I didn’t really have much of a choice,” Y/n teases. 

“3!” 

“Maybe, but I’m glad I got to sing with you.”

“2!”

“Me too.”

“1!”

“Happy New Year, Y/n,” Jeongin smiles.

“Happy New Year, Jeongin.” 

The start of the new year wasn’t so bad. Maybe 2024 can be the start of something new?

#lovestaychannie #stray kids #yang jeongin #yang jeongin imagine #skz fanfic #skz imagines #i.n imagine #stray kids fluff #i.n stray kids #i.n x reader #stray kids au #kpop x reader #kpop imagines

[luveline]

Could you write some robin x reader fluff 💖 I don't really have a plot idea just soft idiot robin

first time writing robin !! thank you for your request this is very soft so i hope it suits <3

"That one's Orion," Robin tells you quietly as the back of her hand brushes yours. 

Alone with her in the dark, there's no secrets. 

"How do you know?" you whisper, lolling your head to the side to take in her pretty face where she lays next to you in the grass.

Robin knows everything and this is no different. You watch her lips part, her words quick and sweet as her brain works faster than her mouth. She's halfway through her explanation before you remember to look up. 

"See how there's three that are super bright? Those are the Three Sisters. Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka. They make up his belt." Her hair brushes tickles you as she points them out to you, the tip of her finger kissing the very last. "That's Mintaka. She's technically a star-system; a double star." 

"A double star?" you murmur. 

"Right." The way she says it makes you want to kiss her, how she's encouraging though all you've done is repeat her. 

"What does that mean, Robs? Like an egg with two yolks?"

The thread bracelets around her wrist slide over your arm as she shifts, looking at you with fondness. Fondness mixed with something else – something big. 

"No," she says, her bottom lip curling in just slightly with the force of her smile. Time feels sticky slow. "No, not like a double yoke."  

You can't help beaming too, her happiness infectious.

She hikes up on one elbow, stroking the skin above your eyebrow with the pad of her index finger carefully until she reaches the end of its tail. "It's two stars orbiting each other." 

"Each other," you murmur. 

"Mm-hmm," she says. The lilting cadence of her voice is intoxicating. "Just the two of them. Eighty thousand times brighter than the sun." 

"I like that better than a double yoke," you say decidedly.

You can tell from the look on her face that Robin's going to kiss you. Rather than let her, despite everything in you wanting to be kissed, you push up and hover over her, the two of you giggling under your breath as she lays down flat again. 

You rest your hand in the space over her shoulder to lock her in. 

You lean down. You can see the moment she starts holding her breath, pressing your free hand into the space between her breasts and waiting for her chest to lift, and only then do you press your lips to hers. The barest of touches, so lightly that you're not sure if it's an imagined contiguity or the real thing.

"How do you know everything?" you ask.

Her lips part. You steal her breaths.

"I don't know anything," she says, her eyes fluttering open and boring into yours. She brings her hand to your face.

"You do. My smart girl." You tap her nose with yours, waiting for a babble of self-diminishing chatter that doesn't come. 

"I know one thing," she concedes. 

"Just the one?" 

"Yeah." 

Your eyes are closed, rubbing your nose into the pert point of hers, back and forth, waiting for her to tell you what it is that she knows. You kiss her, a true kiss, lips against lips. It's sweet and small – you want to know what she has to say. 

She seems to understand that you're waiting. 

"You're so pretty. I- I'm so happy you're with me."

Your chest fills with the heat of the sun. Two suns, two stars, chasing each other in circles two thousand light years away and underneath your hand, Robin's heart a skipping pulse to mirror your own.

"That's two things," you chide fondly. 

"Want a third?" she asks. 

You follow up her high cheekbone and tuck silky strands of hair behind her lovely ears.

"Is it that I'm a great kisser?" you ask, and kiss her.

Patience has never been a virtue you possess, especially with her lying under your hand, pliant and pretty as a peony. 

She laughs into the kiss, a giddy giggle. You understand the feeling. You're quick to deepen your kissing and Robin responds in turn, lips searching for yours, her head lifting from the blanket. 

You break away to take a breather and Robin does the same and the two of you pant and grin like idiots. You press your head to her chest as you do, only intending to take a small break. 

Her arms wrap around your head to pull you in. You can't begrudge her. 

"What's the third thing?" you ask the rigid triangle of her sternum. 

She cups your cheek, fingers bent and braced against your temples, palm squeezing the dough of your cheek. "Besides your immaculate kisses?" She wrinkles her nose at you, lips upturned. "I love you." 

You're grinning into her skin as you say, "You're not smart for that, I already knew." 

"Uh-huh." 

"I love you, too." 

Robin's hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you close though you couldn't be closer. "You were right. I do know everything." 

The night sky speckled with a hundred thousand stars, brilliant crushed pearls blanketed in a velveteen ebony, and still you ignore it all for the chance to press your face into Robin's chest.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader fluff #robin buckley one shot #robin buckley drabble #robin buckley fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stanger things #stranger things 4

[marinaiguess]

Blaze and Rouge hanging out and stealing stuff together in Murder of Sonic

ah, i love them so much. have never thought how these two would hang out, so this is gonna be fun!

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"Give that back."

She looked at her as they both halted, looking kind of surprised with her request. "Give what back, darling?"

The other sighed in annoyance, she didn't know how much patience she had left in her. "The Sol Emerald, Rouge. I can sense them you know. You just stole one from me."

Visiting Sonic's world was always a delight, often hiding tons of surprises. And this trip did not differ at all. She wouldn't miss Amy's birthday party for the world (or the cake, since, in this dimension, they were absolutely delicious) but for a moment, she thought that was all there was. That this was just a birthday party. Amy's request to have them wear specific outfits seemed oddly specific but she supposed that this was how birthday parties worked in this world. Not that she ever had a proper, informal birthday party herself in her own kingdom, so how should she know? She was just following the request; disappointing Amy, no less on her birthday, was something she would despise to do. However, not much to her surprise, the party turned out to be something entirely different; a Mystery Game.

That didn't exactly make sense to her at first but she accepted it of course. Her friends seemed to like the idea so maybe she had to try it first before drawing a deduction. Sonic in particular was very excited about it and even explained to her how this was supposed to go, before getting wrapped up in a conversation with Vector. Her remaining quaries were answered by Amy herself. Like, the question of where she would be stationed.

She wasn't expecting to be partnered with Rouge. It made sense, given their 'lore cards', for both of them to be in the casino station, but she wasn't expecting it. Indeed, Sonic's world was full of surprises. Rouge didn't seem bothered by that, by the fact they barely knew each other or that she was a fire-weilding princess that could set her on fire any time of the day. On the other hand, she had a lot of thoughts regarding the matter. If anything, Rouge wasn't a complete stranger to her, which made things much harder to handle. They weren't friends, not really, but they weren't stangers either. And she could handle the latter group just fine, she'd practiced it lots of times in her own kingdom. But something in-between? Yeah, she definitely had her reservations about it.

If anxiety took the best of her as they were together, trying to find the best way to handle their social situation, she managed to hide it pretty well.

"'Steal', is a very strong word, Blazey. I'd prefer the term 'borrow'." Rouge crossed her arms as she smirked at her.

"Using the word 'borrow' explicitly states that you would return it eventually." Blaze countered, mimicking her actions while also raising a brow at her, almost in a challenging manner. "Would you?"

"Eventually." she winked. But at Blaze's unimpressed expression, her smirk faltered. "What?"

The cat only raised her palm as a response, standing perfectly still otherwise, still maintaining her poker face and really giving Rouge a run for her money.

"You're no fun, you know that?" Rouge let her arms fall.

"I know." Blaze smiled. "Now, the Emerald please?"

Rouge pouted, before taking the cyan-colored gem out of her glove to admire it, even for one last time. "Well, it was worth a shot."

"It definitely was." Was her reply as she got tossed the Sol Emerald, catching it without any problem. Rouge still aproached her immediately after that, holding her by the shoulder. That earned her a side-glance but she went on unbothered.

"Want to make this actually fun?" Rouge grinned at her, almost deviously, like she was planning something.

Blaze brushed her hand off and started walking again. "I don't think your idea of fun matches with mine." She simply stated. And while it was true, she had a feeling of what Rouge might be suggesting and she wanted to avoid getting entangled in such a case.

"Aw, come on, darling, what are we supposed to do for the next few hours?" she grabbed her by her shoulder again to make her stop.

"Follow Amy's request and keep her happy on her birthday party?" Blaze said with a perfectly even voice, trying not to sound too annoyed.

"That, but also, this is a party, so we can have fun at the same time." she blew her a kiss playfully, giggling at how Blaze scrunched her nose in response.

"Alright." She rolled her eyes. " What do you propose we do?"

"Hmmm...we could..." she tapped her finger on her chin while staring at the ceiling, trying to come up with an idea, "...search for the secret treasure of this train?"

Of course she didn't come up with this right now. "Secret treasure?"

"Well, yes!" She exclaimed, clearly excited. "Actually, I'm sure there are a lot more than just one lying around here, so you can also practice your 'treasure hunting' skills while we're at it!"

"Treasure hunting skills?" Blaze knew Rouge referred to herself as a treasure hunter but if said skills were the ones used to take the Sol Emerald away from her, then she doubted that they both understood the concept of treasure hunting in the same way. "You mean, you want me to steal something for you?"

"Find a treasure." She emphasized, as her hand flew to her face to massage her temples. "Man, it's so obvious that you hang out too much with Sonic. But even he knows to let loose from time to time."

Rouge noticed the blush on her cheeks and she smirked but managed to compose herself and not make any snarky comment about that. Maybe some other time. "Besides," she added, "we could do it by your own rules and return the treasure afterwards. I'm sure you'll be fine with that."

She was fine with that but she didn't know if she should be. If it was right to search the train and steal someone's property just to return it back not long after. Rouge's scrutinizing gaze, accompanied by her confident and smug smirk was all she needed to make her decision, even though she felt like this wasn't a choice she had a say in to begin with.

There was something behind that smirk, behind her expression that felt weirdly familar. Blaze couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was but it was a rare occurence that this ever happened to her, that she found a person whose mannerisms reminded her of someone else's, without her being able to name the other person.

With a sigh, she gave up, giving Rouge her first win against her. "Fine, let's see how treasure hunters enjoy themselves."

Blaze did really have fun that day, even if she hadn't expected it at first.

She snorted at the thought. Full of surprises.

#rouge reminded blaze of sonic by the way. she just doesnt know it #to me rouge and sonic are very very similar and i think blaze will realize that soon #very similar except for the selfless/selfish type of thing #anyway. there would be more to this but i got tired so. im sorry #maybe i'll get to work more on it in the future? either way #i enjoyed this a lot. so thank you! it was refreshing to write rouge #hishighnesstheprincess #sonic the hedgehog #the murder of sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic #rouge the bat #blaze the cat #tmosth #fanfic #sonic fic #fanfiction #sth fanfic #my drabbles

[headkiss]

hi there! i was wondering if i could request an eddie x reader where the reader has really severe cramps and kinda unwillingly needs eddie to take care of them? i totally get if that's not something you wanna write though! thanks for reading this all, and i hope you have a lovely rest of your day/night <3

hiii thank u for requesting!! hope u have a good day/night too :) | 0.8k words, fem!reader, period pains

Cramps were the absolute worst.

You were cursed with bad ones. They would render you immobile, basically. Curled up into a ball on the couch or the bed. Sometimes the floor, on the really bad days.

Eddie knew this, had seen it many times. He hated to see you in pain like that, especially when nothing helped that much. All he wanted to do was make you as comfortable as possible and he always did.

He was a gentle lover, different with you than anyone else.

Today happened to be a really bad one. Your stomach practically attacking you from the inside. Eddie left to go grocery shopping, checking in on you before he did and leaving with a kiss to your forehead.

They got bad shortly after he left, and you counted down the minutes until he was home. Even his presence made things better.

While Eddie was out, he thought of you. He saw your favorite snacks and grabbed them, and asked a worker which heating pad was the best.

He finished up as fast as he could and headed home. Back to the trailer he shared with you, just a couple down from uncle Wayne’s. He loved having you around, and even though he wishes it was nicer than a trailer, he’s just glad you get to share a space.

He likes your stuff on the bathroom counter, your clothes in a dresser with his, you in his bed every night.

You’re curled up the way you usually do when you feel this way when Eddie gets home. Something random playing on the TV and your eyebrows scrunched in pain.

His heart squeezes at the sight, and he wants to hold you but his hands are full of bags. He drops them on the counter, grabs the snacks he bought you, and goes to kneel on the ground in front of the couch, his face level with yours.

“Sweet girl. How you feeling?”

“Like shit. Periods suck. I’m a bit better now, though,” he knows you say that because he’s home. He smiles.

“Bought you some stuff,” he holds up the snacks, sets them on the coffee table so they’re in your reach.

“Thank you, Eds,” your voice is quiet, but your appreciation shows in your expression, the way your eyes melt just a little when you look at his smiling face.

“There’s more, hold on.”

You hear him look through the bags, open a package, and then come back. He has a heating pad in his hand, and you’re about to tell him you already have one when he speaks first.

“I know we’ve got one, but the lady at the store told me this one was the best. You wanna give it a try?”

“You’re cute,” he waves his hand in the air, a silent ‘stop it,’ and then looks at you, waiting for an answer. “Okay.”

He plugs it in, and you lift up the blanket so he can set it against your stomach. You can’t ever wrap your head around how sweet he is, how much he thinks about things like a heating pad or what snacks you like when you’re on your period. He pays so much attention, loves so wholly.

“I hope it helps, sweets. Hate seeing you in pain.”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it. I wish I wasn’t so useless, though.”

It’s true, your cramps are worse when you try to stand or do basically anything. It’s like they know you’re trying to be productive and want you to stop. You hate that you can’t do much, that Eddie has to take care of you even if he reassures you time and time again that he doesn’t mind. Not one bit.

“Oh stop. ‘M gonna go put the groceries away then I can cuddle you real good, ‘kay?”

You like the sound of that. You hope he didn’t buy too many things, “be quick.”

He is, you can hear the way he shuffles around, the time he drops something and curses at himself. You smile at the idea of what he probably looks like, long limbs moving about in a hurry, his hair probably falling in his face because he hasn’t gotten a trim in a while.

Your pain flares up again and you groan, eyes pinch shut.

Luckily, Eddie shows up soon after that. He gets one look at your face and he knows that it’s worse again. He frowns, pushes the hair from your forehead.

“Poor baby.” He’s not being patronizing, he actually feels so bad for you. For anyone that has to deal with this.

“Mmm,” you shift forward, so there’s a gap between you and the back of the couch for Eddie to slide into. “Come hold me, Munson.”

“Right away, sweets.”

He squishes himself in behind you, your back to his chest. He wraps an arm around your waist, his hand spreading wide across your stomach, holding the heating pad there.

It’s the most comfortable you’ve been all day.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson requests #eddie munson request #eddie blurbs #eddie x reader #eddie stanger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things

[vapmie]

This is my first time posting one of the fan fic ideas! Now, do mind the spelling errors as well as grammatical errors That’s due to my dyslexia so yeah, enjoy!

So this is a what if of what if Celeste did get turned into a vampire

The documentary crew carmas pans over to two twin children with the left side corner titled "Celeste former masters " and beginning their talking head.

"Yes, usually newly turned vampires go through what we call 'familar crazy. ' where the fledgling go on and about and adopt so so many familiars because they find them so helpful and well relatable and they were human not just a moment ago, but new vampires don't understand the massive responablity of having an familar. Like the feeding, the cleaning, resisting the urge to eat their plump red faces, and many more irritable things they need. so we told her that she could only keep two of the familiars that she collected, and rest either go to a shelter or back their old master. Celeste was very stern about the shelters being one of a "no kill." Nature well, fine, we gave in to that stupid notion. Although the two she chose are abosultely wonderful additions to the house, and if we're honest, we've grown some affection for them! Which is quite rare with familars be very enjoyable"

The scene shifts to Guillermo sitting on the end of a queen size bed, a massive upgrade to his closet space of a room. The title in bottom corner was now changed to "Guillermo De La Cruz: Celeste familar"

"So hey, yeah, this is all really. I have to say fast, but like amazing! I mean, of course, I miss well the old house, but what Celeste and the twin been providing me have been so much more the the past 10 years! They give me breaks, food, buy me clothes, and spend time with me. They even take me out with them to the night market! But I was on a leash and collar but they weird thing is I didn't actually mind it, I felt weirdly loved because they even git the collar custom made and they all praise me and dont seem disgusted with like affection I give, in fact they sometime come over to me and pet my head telling me!-" Guillermo pause and face seem freeze frame for a moment as the gear behind his eyes seem click something into place and look back carma with eyebrows crease together "I'm just being treated liked a spoiled pet aren't I."

The next shot shows Guillermo and Sam sitting on a couch. But the couch looks new and does not match the aesthetic of the other furniture in the house. It was more cushiony being ingulfed by pillows, the brims of the bottom, and the steps of the couch was golden with the carved in pattern of bats along the golden plating. Celeste walks into the room and starts cooing and gushing at the cat and human, scratching under sam chin while her other hand is petting Guillermo hair. With suprise, both the familiar looks very happy and even lean into the touch, with sam purring and Guillermo just with a big dorky smile. While this all happens, a tall broad silhouette with the shine of two dots of gold can be seen through the window.

-

Overall, pretty much Guillermo and Sam stay, and they are treated like pamper spoiled pets and honestly pretty good for both of them, but

Nandor comes in full jealously, seeing Guillermo giving away his affection so freely to theese complete stangers! Never once have he had guillermo hugging him like that. How could he! [Never mind the fact he rejects every time guillermo tries to initiate said affection]

But he set up meeting with the twins and trying discuss how should give him famikar back his rightful home and hiw rude was of Celeste just take a familar without asking. But the twins reject nandor's offer, saying how his familar have made Celeste so happy and pretty much like when somebody dog get taken another family and try get it back but parents making excuse keep it because their kid like the pet so much type of ordeal.

So obviously mean nandor has to kidnapped Guillermo back because he misses him.

#guillermo de la cruz #wwdits guillermo #wwdits #nandor #nandermo #guillermo x nandor #celeste the vampire #guillermo is just a spoiled pet is funny to me #sam the cat #what we do in the shadows #fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic ideas

[trainerbob23]

Alrighty everyone its time for a bit of "who is this cat that zach has/ why is zee zee into a full on cat and living with a complete stanger" made by me and @stardustshimmer

Zee Zee's story/Oc Reference:https://www.tumblr.com/stardustshimmer/726426982951370752/say-hello-to-my-kitty-boy-zeezee?source=share

In short: ZeeZee is Queen Somnia's loyal servant who grew jealous over all the praise she received from her subjects, while no one gave ZeeZee any of that, and he does just about everything around the kingdom. So in order to gain the respect of the Cloud Kingdom, he made many attempts to overthrow/kill Somnia to take her spot on the throne. When the Queen held a royal ball in the Cloud Castle, she was giving a speech in the main hall right underneath a giant chandelier. So as she was addressing the guests, ZeeZee made the chandelier fall on top of her and made it look like a complete accident.

and now for the backstory of how did he get to dreamland: The story begins at the Cloud Castle. It's been approximately 5 hours since Queen Somnia's death, and Detective Delilah is still searching for the culprit. Meanwhile, ZeeZee is not worried one bit. He thinks the people of the Cloud Kingdom are too stupid to find out he loosened the chandelier, especially since he did so using his powers. A little bit of context: ZeeZee had fled the scene immediately after the chandelier came down, and no one noticed he was gone until every other Cloud Kingdom resident's name was cleared, and he was the last one left to interrogate. Lila followed clues to ZeeZee's location and began questioning him. After a high-pressure interrogation, ZeeZee cracked and fessed up in front of everyone. When he did, Kracko decided to banish him from the Cloud Kingdom permanently. ZeeZee was dropped from all the way up there and landed right in the Fountain of Dreams. He emerged from it, soaking wet, So he goes from the type of anatomy he normally had, to looking like an actual cat. He'd also lose his powers as well. To add insult to injury, it started raining. Lightning struck him a few times. Then he went off into Dream Land to find some shelter.

How did zach find zee zee? in the rain walking back to his house. later on he would adopt t zee zee

one shot where zach picked up zee zee and brought him into his home and adopted him:https://www.tumblr.com/stardustshimmer/729772247667113984/zack-whats-the-matter-scared-he-said-in-a

and by the way did you know that zee zee has a baby sister called kiki as well:https://www.tumblr.com/stardustshimmer/733522057857548288/zeezee-meeting-his-new-baby-sister-kiki

zeezee loves to be carried around in zachs backpack: https://www.tumblr.com/stardustshimmer/738351505563926528/zack-uses-a-backpack-to-carry-zee-zee-around-just?source=share

zee zee eat catfood: https://www.tumblr.com/stardustshimmer/730720567972462592/zeezee-eat-cat-food

Zee Zee trivia:

He likes tuna. And milk. Typical cat foods.

He normally wears his wizard robe and hat, but since it's all wet and dirty at the moment, he likes warm sweaters. Bonus if it's a turtleneck.

Normally all he used to do in his spare time is fly around the castle tending to his duties, but now he'll have to find some new hobbies. Try some things out with him, see what he likes, here is a little hint: 🎹

Since ZeeZee was a bit miserable about having lost his wizard powers, Zach would try to cheer him up by making “potions” with him (which would just be like, bath bombs and glitter in water or something).

Ok so he likes fruit in the morning. Specifically raspberries

He’s mostly an introvert. Considering how during his time in the Cloud Castle, he’d spend the majority of the day in his room/cat tower

Quirks? He goes “mrrp” a lot. Usually when he’s embarrassed or frustrated

He (now) prefers family. Now that he has Zack in his life, he realized just how much he needed a family member in his life.

He’s an indoor cat. He pretty much hates it outside, except during nighttime. He gazes at the stars during the night.

He used to do studies on fairies since Queen Ripple came into Queen Somnia’s life

He likes thanksgiving. He eats a lot during that time.

ZeeZee doesn’t really care about his birthday and has never gotten a bday party. Somnia used to bake a small (pet friendly) cake for him, tho.

He’s just embarrassed about the whole chandelier incident and every murder attempt on the Queen before that.

Fast rides make him sick. The only amusement park ride he can go on is the ferris wheel.

He jumps at the smallest things, so horror movies are NOT for him.

Me and Stardust thinks if Zack were to take him to an amusement park, he’d take ZeeZee on, let’s say the spinning teacup ride. …you can guess how that would end up.

Also yeah, he’d despise haunted mansions

and i think thats it for now, me and stardust have so much more to share in the near furture. so stay tuned

#stardustshimmer’s zeezee #not my oc #kirby oc zach #zee zee #kirby oc #kirby

[hippiegoth97]

Hey everybody, I figured I'd put this poll up to see if anyone has input of what non-Stanger Things story idea I should write next. I don't know if many people care, especially since these characters aren't exactly current, or very popular. But I like getting feedback from my readers, and it could just be a fun little thing to do. It'll be up for a week, so have at it!

#writers on tumblr #fanfiction #smut #tumblr polls #oneshot ideas #buffy the vampire slayer #ghostbusters #pretty in pink #x files #once upon a time

[glygriffe]

This Month’s Reading

The cold and the snow made me want to snuggle with a good story in December! I found some that I'm sharing with you here. Have a wonderful beginning to the New Year and celebrate by reading!

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Supernatural

Untitled Drabble: amnesic Castiel by @supernaturalfreewill (Castiel x Reader)

Plan B: When an angel vanishes from Earth, what happens to the human vessel they leave behind? A wonderful exploration of a facet of the Supernatural world less explored. By akajed on AO3. (No pairing)

Tell Me About the Things I Don’t Know: A SPN/The Winchesters crossover where Stanford-era Dean gets to meet the Monster Club. By Dukefan01 on AO3. (No pairing)

Untitled comment Drabble: If Sam and Castiel are friends, shouldn’t they argue more? A fun idea by @scoobydoodean (No pairing)

Dibs on Samuel: a tender Samwena story by Hiding_Amaranth on AO3, taking a lot of the canon's later seasons crumbs for this ship (Sam x Rowena)

Christmas Magic: A special present for Dean on Christmas night, by @jessjad, written for the @spnfanficpond Secret Santa event. (Dean x Reader)

Run Right or Lie: What if Dean died in Faith and the brothers met Castiel at the peak of Sam's faith? An orphan one-shot on AO3. (Castiel x Sam)

Other Fandoms and Original Works

Two Candles: a first original work (on AO3, at least) for @nateconnolly about two sisters. It is full of delicate images of traditional folk stories, with the kind of poetic vibe I love. (No pairing)

Night 1 - November 30th, 1983: Joyce Byers celebrates Hanukkah with her boys to put some of the trauma behind them. A fluffy Stanger Things story by adara_writer on AO3. (No pairing)

72 seconds: That's the amount of time Max stayed dead after Vecna broke most bones in her body. A Stranger Things fic by @hawkingabouthawkins on AO3. (Lucas x Max)

Untitled fic comment: He looked at her like she was the sun. No fandom, just good writing, and an interesting perspective. By @louisamayanniecat as reported by @thecosmicrap

#rec list #fanfic rec #spn fanfiction #stranger things fic

[raphael-alfons]

Finally got the chance to use my girl Talia in a lv 20 one shot yesterday! I don't know what those kids from Stanger Things were so worried about. Vecna is no match for the powers of punk rock!

#dnd #dnd ocs #bards