#Based on a prompt

[leasstories]

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Eddie Munson x gn!reader

No Trigger Warning

WC: ≈0.7K

Based on a prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting : “Being touch-starved and needy was really starting to mess with their reputation as a tough guy”

Eddie has always been known to be “mean and scary” at Hawkins High. Well, his reputation, this infamous reputation that protected him is slowly crumbling. All of it started when Eddie started dating you. You are Eddie’s first partner, which means, Eddie is slowly discovering how he is as a boyfriend. What made Eddie’s reputation crumbling is not the fact that he is dating you, it is more how he acts towards you.

Eddie discovered that when it involved romantic relationships, he was touch-starved. Eddie always needs to touch you however he can, even if it’s just holding hands. When he is far from you, he is grumpy. Even in High School, he feels this need to be close to him, and that is exactly what is destroying his mean and scary reputation.

Eddie is currently impatiently waiting for you, he doesn’t even listen to what Gareth is saying, all he can think about is hugging you, having any kind of physical contact. Eddie needs to feel your body warmth.

As soon as you get out of your class, Eddie rushed to you and hug you tight.

“Missed you babe.” He says in your hair.

You chuckle. “Missed you too Eds.”

Once Eddie feels the need to kiss your lips, he stops hugging you and cup your face in his hands before kissing you breathless.

Even if your love language is physical touch and Eddie is always like that with you, you are always a little bit surprised. You never imagined that Eddie would be so touch-starved. You don’t complain though, you love being close to your boyfriend. You don’t find him too needy. You think Eddie’s like this because of his childhood. You’ve learnt that Eddie stopped having physical demonstrations of love when his mom passed away and you think that even though he would never have admitted it, it was something missing in his life. But now, he’s got you, and you’ll give him as much physical touch as he wants.

 Eddie and you head to the cafeteria, Eddie’s arm around your waste, keeping you close to him. Then Eddie sits and motion for you to sit on his lap. You obey. You sit on his lap and Eddie wrap his arms around your tummy, keeping your back pressed to his chest. He keeps kissing you during lunch, he can’t help it.

Before you guys have to part to go to your respective class, Eddie kisses both of your cheeks, your forehead and then your lips. He has a hard time letting you do, which is something you find quiet endearing. You hate having to deny him physical touch, but you really have to go to class.

“I’m sorry Loverboy, I really have to go to class.” You say giggling.

“Don’t want to let you go.” He mumbles into your hair.

“Eds, we will cuddle after class, I promise…” You promise.

He reluctantly let you go. You both go to your afternoon classes. Eddie’s missing you, he misses holding you close to him. Class now, is even worse than before, this is the thing keeping you apart from him.

After class, Eddie rushed in front of your classroom and as soon as you got out, Eddie swept you off your feet. He kisses you, not caring about people watching you. You then walk hand in hand to Eddie’s van. He opens the passenger for you and hold his hand out to help you climb into the van, once you’re sat on the passenger seat he pecks your lips, jogs to his side, sit and as soon as he is on the road, Eddie’s putting his hand on your knee, squeezing gently.

Once you arrived at Eddie’s trailer, you hurried to his bed. You put one of his t-shirts on and he takes off his jackets and pants before cuddling with you for the rest of the afternoon.

Yes Eddie is touch-starved, but we’re not going to lie, you like it. You like the way he holds you like he never wants to let you go, you love that he always kisses you breathless, you love having his hand on your knee every time he is driving. It makes you feel love, and the fact that you are receptive makes Eddie feel loved as well, so why stop having public demonstrations of affection? For others? Hell no!

[tealty]

Posting it on its own as well cuz there’s something about Danny being naturally quite creepy in ghost form, just left of human shaped and unhinged about it too

Inspired by this thought by Paenling

[afewproblems]

Something Spicy (a first ever attempt at it!) based on a prompt from this list!

Also! If you were tagged in this but are not in the mood for Spice, please feel free to ignore!!

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Eddie bites his lip as Steve lifts his hips enough to shimmy his boxers down his legs, the last piece of clothing separating them finally gone.

He takes a second just to stare, taking in the bright red flush that paints Steve's cheeks and the top of his chest, only just visible through the hair.

Steve's eyes are glazed as he blinks once slowly, and smiles up at Eddie; awareness fights against the space that Steve has begun to sink into with just a few words.

"Colour, sweetheart?" Eddie says lowly as he finally reaches out to trace his fingers gently from Steve's cheekbone down to his jaw.

"Green," Steve mumbles after a minute, he blinks again and smiles. His hazel eyes crinkle at the edges just slightly before he brings up a hand to hide them.

Well Eddie can't have that now.

He reaches out again to firmly grasp at Steve's wrists and lifts them up above his head, he presses them down into the pillow, crossing one arm over the other.

"No touching, wanna see your beautiful face sweetheart," Eddie whispers as he leans down and captures Steve's lips in a soft kiss.

He pulls away as Steve opens his mouth to deepen it, "Ah, ah, not yet".

Steve huffs but doesn't move from his position, his chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm as Eddie sits up.

God, I could eat you up. I love you so, Eddie thinks before his brain catches up to the words and his expression twists.

Weird, and way too soon.

They've only been friends for the last six months since everything with Vecna and the Hawkins rebuild, and this thing between them is even more recent, fragile.

They've never really talked about it, only sharing soft kisses and endearments under the cover of night and the quilt on Steve's bed.

How would Eddie even go about doing so?

'Hey man, I think you're a great guy and I love fucking you, and you fucking me, and I think we should continue to do that forever if you'll have me?'

Definitely not.

Instead he says, “I'm gonna count every single one of those moles with my lips".

Close enough.

Eddie watches Steve shift slightly, his cock twitches in interest and the rose blush deepens in colour.

Eddie has ignored it entirely, since the boxers came off, and he has no plans to give it any attention just yet.

"You can stay still for me can't you baby?" Eddie asks slyly, as Steve nods, his chest rises faster now in anticipation as Eddie swings a leg across to straddle his thighs.

Eddie ignores the way his own dick brushes Steve's and the gasp they both let out at the brief contact.

He crawls up on his hands and knees and begins to hunt for freckles and moles with his mouth, leaning down to kiss along Steve's neck.

The kisses are soft at first, the barest press of lips to warm skin.

But before long Eddie is tracing his tongue along Steve's collarbone, connecting each mark in spit as he sucks bruises into tanned skin.

He feels punch drunk at the noises Steve makes below him and his own dick throbs as it continues to barely brush against soft skin and sheets.

Eddie sits up again as he finally finds himself between Steve's legs, which fall open slightly to accommodate him.

"Colour, baby," Eddie breathes out, his voice rough as he leans down and grasps at Steve's hips. He rubs little circles with his thumbs into the sharp points of Steve's hip bones and knows he'll never get tired of this.

"Green, so green," Steve blurts out impatiently as Eddie pushes his hips down into the mattress with a smirk.

"Good," Eddis says softly as he leans down to rub his nose along Steve's shaft, biting back a grin at the small moan Steve lets out.

Eddie places a few feather light kisses around his thighs as he gently taps underneath Steve's legs until he lifts them enough for his knees to be angled, his feet flat against the bed.

"Can you be good for me Stevie," Eddie murmurs, his voice pitches up into a laugh as Steve nods rapidly this time, "I need words lo--"

Eddie closes his mouth with a snap, he watches Steve's face for the smallest change of expression, the barest hint of recognition of the words.

He has to keep a better handle on this, it's too soon to be using words like that.

Steve smiles at him, he looks utterly debauched and thankfully far away as he tries to keep his breathing steady, "wanna be good," he manages to say before his eyes flutter shut.

Eddie breathes a sigh of relief, and grips his thighs with soft fingers, squeezing them once, "don't come until I say so".

"Yes," Steve whispers as Eddie leans down and takes him into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around the weeping head.

He swallows around Steve as he takes him deeper, Eddie lets go of Steves hips, letting them stutter once, twice, as he fucks into Eddie's mouth.

"Oh, Eddie baby, can I?" Steve asks breathlessly, his hands are still above his head, clenching into fists as though to stop himself from threading his fingers in Eddie's hair.

Eddie hums around Steve, pretending to consider it. He wants nothing more than to let Steve fuck his mouth, to pull his hair and pin him down but today is about Steve. Helping him float away this time.

He shakes his head and pulls himself away, letting the flat of his tongue drag over the underside of Steve's cock.

"Patience sweetheart," he keeps his voice steadier than he feels as he lifts his hands to press on the back of Steve's thighs again, guiding their movement until his knees are pressed into his chest.

"Keep those there," Eddie says firmly, "use that core strength you're always bragging about," he smirks as Steve scoffs at him.

"If you get tired, use your hands baby," Eddie relents after a beat.

Steve nods silently, though his hands remain diligently above his head.

Eddie grins, his heart aching at how much he loves this man, and blows gently over Steve's hole, watching as it clenches at the sensation.

He leans forward pressing soft kisses against Steve that get progressively wetter as he begins to lick around the ring of muscle. Eddie closes his eyes and focuses on the repeated, 'oh, oh, oh,' sounds Steve is making as he pushes the flat of his tongue against him, mimicking the rhythm.

Eddie stops just long enough to suck on two fingers before lowering his hand to press the slick digits slowly inside.

Eddie groans as his fingers disappear into the warm, wet, heat of Steve's hole; he scissors his fingers and shifts to take Steve into his mouth once more. He feels his fingers brush against Steve's prostate and hums at the long punched out groan Steve makes.

"Oh, God," Steve moans loudly, he turns his head to the side and breathes out, "Eddie, I can't--"

Eddie removes his mouth again, "it's okay baby, you're allowed," he says softly before swallowing down Steve's length once more. Eddie groans as he begins to hump the sheets beneath him, desperate for some kind of friction against his neglected length.

Eddie begins to pump his fingers in and out, making sure to stroke his prostate in time to the bobbing of his head. Steve's legs fall open as he finally lowers his arms to thread his fingers through Eddie's hair.

Yes, Eddie thinks to himself as Steve's hips begin to buck up, the heavy cock on his tongue a welcome weight. Eddie's eyes close, uncaring of the fact that Steve is no longer holding himself in position.

Eddie loses himself in the feeling of Steve fucking his mouth, the hard head of his cock repeatedly hitting the back of Eddie's throat, the firm hands holding his head in place, the way Steve begins to babble a mixture of praise and moans is just too much for him.

"Yes baby, oh fuck," Steve pants, "let me fuck you, yes, God--"

Eddie feels his last vestiges of control snap as he tumbles over the edge, cuming into the sheets as Steve keens loudly, tugging Eddie's hair once more as follows after him.

Eddie swallows, continuing to suck and lick at Steve's length until the hands in his hair gently push his face away. Eddie snorts a tired laugh at the whine Steve makes as he removes his fingers.

"How was that," Eddie hums, his head buzzing pleasantly as he flops onto the bed and rolls over onto his back.

"Perfect," Steve sighs, sitting up and flopping beside Eddie, he has the widest smile on his face and Eddie can't look away.

"Did you float baby," Eddie mumbles as a sudden wave of exhaustion hits him, he turns his head to the side to face Steve and blinks slowly, smiling as he feels a soft hand brush his hair away from his forehead.

"Almost," Steve says softly as he leans down to press a kiss to Eddie's nose, "thank you for doing that for me love".

Eddie hums, he's sure that Steve said something important just now, but he can't help but let himself drift, weightless and sated.

"Anything for you Stevie," Eddie yawns as his eyelids flutter once, twice, before they close.

Eddie feels Steve settle beside him; he knows they should get up, clean themselves and change the sheets if they want to avoid a mess in the morning.

But as Steve hums softly, running his hands over Eddie's sides, the gentle rhythm lulling him further into a doze, Eddie lets himself sleep.

Knowing when he wakes, he'll be met with warm hazel eyes and a warmth he hasn't felt with anyone else in a long time.

Permanent tag list (and maybe a few people who I think might like this? Though if you aren't in the mood for spice, please feel free to skip!)

@eriquin @luvinthefreaks @steves-strapcollection @flowercrowngods @steddierthings @strangersteddierthings @outpastthebrakers @steddie-there @stevesbipanic @henderdads

[celestial-fucker]

Would anyone be willing to beta a hualian one shot with a sad ending that I’ve written? 🥺

Oh yeh it’s explicit (not sex) btw

Comment, dm, or reblog if you want to

Edit: I have one, but several’s more than okay (I like multiple opinions:3)

[sylkiddsey]

The people have spoken and this coincidentally from the section I wanted to preview haha 🤣 Anyway, here’s a little sneak peek :)

🏡🍼❤️‍🩹

She can’t believe he was afraid she wouldn’t like him. She practically melted in his arms when he held her. He’s actually the one who stopped her meltdown when they first showed up to Patty’s.

Now, Julia’s fast asleep in his arms while they lounge on Patty’s couch. She looks so safe with him, and this is all she’s ever wanted since she delivered Julia.

“She loves you,” Sylvie whispers, resting her chin on his shoulder. “I knew she would.”

He grins. “You know, you’re definitely right about her being the cutest baby ever. She’s perfect.”

She really is.

He strokes his thumb against Julia’s tiny cheek. “I can’t believe she’s yours, Sylvie.”

Sylvie giggles at him. He still keeps referring to Julia as just her baby. It’s cute but a bit frustrating.

She kisses his cheek. “Matt, she’s ours. She’s as much yours as she is mine. You’re her dad.”

He exhales slowly. “I just can’t believe any of this is real. You saying yes. This baby. The fact I don’t have to think about you with that Dylan guy anymore.”

She whacks his arm. “Well, you better start believing it because all of it happened.” She holds out her hand. “I’m wearing your ring.”

“About time. I’ve had that thing in a box for way over a year.”

She still can’t believe that. If he just told her at Stella’s wedding that he saw a future with her, she wouldn’t have ended things.

Not in a million years.

Julia stirs from her nap and pops the pacifier out of her mouth. It falls to the ground.

“I’ll get it,” Sylvie says, grabbing it off the floor. “I’m going to go rinse it real quick. You okay here?”

He nods. “Yeah. I’m good.”

She hops off the couch and heads into the kitchen. Patty’s at the island, fixing up some sandwiches.

“You want my help with that?” Sylvie asks.

The older woman shakes her head. “No. No. You’re a guest. I got this.”

Sylvie wants to argue but she also respects Patty’s capability. She heads to the sink and rinses the pacifier under the water.

“You know, I recall having a conversation just the other day about how you were prepared to do this alone.”

She was. She didn’t really want to, but it was her only option. She had no idea Matt still loved her. A lot of her dreams died during the breakup with him.

She had to create new ones.

Sylvie smiles. “It’s funny. Anytime I pictured motherhood in the last few years, Matt was always apart of the picture. At first, I just imagined him by my side as a friend. He offered to do it years ago when I thought I might have to adopt my little sister.”

She was terrified that day at the idea of raising Amelia. She didn’t think she could handle it, but Matt made her feel differently. She didn’t feel alone.

“Oh gosh,” she mumbles to herself, fighting back tears. She doesn’t want to cry in front of Patty. “And then when we got together, I just couldn’t imagine not having kids with him. He’s just one of those guys that are destined to be fathers. He’s so good with kids. He has been since the day I met him.”

Patty nods, wiping her hands on her apron. “He seems like it. He’s great with her.”

She’s wanted Matt to be a dad for so long. She’s seen so many of his opportunities to do so be ripped away. It never felt fair because any child would be lucky to have him as a father. She never imagined she’d be the one to give him that but she’s beyond grateful she gets a front row seat to his fatherhood journey for the rest of her life.

Sylvie quickly wipes at her face. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m so emotional. It’s just…from the moment I helped Amber deliver her, I hoped she’d go to a good family. Now, I know that she’s going to be so loved and so protected by Matt. She’ll have the greatest dad in the world.”

Patty smiles. “I agree, dear but I also think she’ll have the greatest mom too. Don’t sell yourself short.”

She hopes she will be a great mom but with Matt, she knows he’ll be a great dad.

[aotomegane]

Their interactions.

1) One who has nightmare at night

2) Cooking together

3) Riding train together

4) Somebody got hurt

5) Swimming together

6) In the rain and forgot the umbrella

7) One hurts the other one

8) One stays overnight at the other

[zerokrox-blog]

wip wednesday

I got tagged by @steddieas-shegoes  this is from the prompt that she did for me with the Wolf sanctuary <3 

Eddie jolted awake. It was cold and wet outside. He stretched and got up. Humming he slipped into the main room only to realize that Steve wasn’t anywhere in their room. He noticed the front door was slightly opened. He yanked on some clothes and shoes, running out of their room searching for Steve. 

He passed every enclosure, with no sign of Steve. He asked people he passed if they’d seen Steve, and because they’d already been at the sanctuary for quite a few weeks, people knew them and recognized Eddie and Steve. But nobody had seen him.

Eddie was walking with James, the two of them walked by Herold’s enclosure and Eddie noticed something out of the corner of his eye and he stopped closer to the gate and his breath left his chest. 

“James,” he breathed, he waved his hand desperately to get James’s attention. 

James stopped and walked over to Eddie. “Herold is out, eh? Your boy..” his voice tapered off in shock at the scene in front of them. 

Herold was curled around Steve, man and wolf out in the open, under the shallow carved-out rock cave facing the pathway just beyond the enclosure. 

Herold growled low in his sleep and Steve jolted and murmured softly, “it’s ok honey boy. Steve is here. You’re safe, baby. I am here keeping watch.” Herold went quiet.

James turned to Eddie, a slow smile crossed his face, “well would you look at that! Your boy is truly one of a kind, Eddie. Nobody can calm Herold like that and we have all been here with him for months. Steve has only been here for a week and look at them.” 

Eddie’s eyes filled with tears. His boy was ok and he had bonded with the wolf Eddie knew would be good for him.

no pressure tags: @ladykailitha @anzelsilver @artiststarme @nburkhardt @not-close-to-straight @unclewaynemunson @ruelogy @piratefishmama @flowercrowngods @ghosttotheparty @xirayn @scoops-stevie @steviesbicrisis @angeldreamsoffanfic @inklessletter and whoever else wants to join in I am tagging you 

[nicofitz]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015), supercorp - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Supercorp - Relationship, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Agent Reign - Relationship, Samantha "Sam" Arias/Alex Danvers Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Samantha "Sam" Arias, Ruby Arias Additional Tags: Fluff, Adoption, Humor, Teasing, No Smut, Did I mention fluff? Summary:

SUPER fluffy Supercorp oneshot that is the result of a prompt I received on tumblr:

“I want to adopt with you.” + Supercorp?

[sunnynwanda]

Kill me softly: Part 2

Based on this prompt by @cryptidwritings

Part 1

Warnings: wanting to die, request of assisted suicide, suicidal thoughts, explicit description, staged death.

The light kept playing against their eyelids, prompting Hero to squeeze their eyes and yawn. They haven't had such restful sleep since … well, never actually. They stretch, feeling their muscles snapping into place. God, this mattress is unbelievable. Heavenly, even. They groan with pleasure.

“Morning, sunshine!” Hero jolts up, eyes snapping open at the sound of Villain’s teasing voice.

“Villain?” They look around, disoriented and failing to figure out where they are.

“Yes?” Villain coos, their smirk growing with every passing second. Hero’s mind is in absolute chaos.

“What the… am I alive?” their voice betrays them, mortification and relief painted on their face. Villain snorts, sitting down on the edge of Hero’s bed. Well, Villain’s bed, to be precise.  

“’Course you're alive.” They confirm, offering Hero a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Hero shakes their head no. “You didn't think I was actually going to kill you, did you?”

“What?” Villain shrugs, ignoring their nemesis’ pointed look. Hero is dismayed. “But you promised!”

“And I delivered,” Villain retorts, nodding to the TV reporter delivering the news of Hero's tragic death. “Officially, you're dead.”

“I-I don't understand,” Hero admits, earning a chuckle from Villain.

“It was not death you truly craved,” they start, and Hero leans back against the headboard. They feel lightheaded, and Villain’s presence on their bed doesn’t help. “It was freedom.”

They pause for a moment, allowing Hero to digest the statement. “But how?” 

Villain shakes their head, chuckling. “Oh dove, a bunch of civilians weren't hard to fool. How many times have I tricked you?” 

Hero can’t answer that. They probably can, but that’s not the point. Their rival continues, shifting to a more comfortable position. The fact that it entails moving closer to Hero might be intentional. With plausible deniability. “But, none of that matters really. Now that you’re free, what are you going to do?”

“I don't know, I haven't planned for this, ya know?” Hero thinks out loud. In all honesty, they did not. They meet Villain’s gaze before confessing what was clear to their opponent. “My trip to you was supposed to be the end of me.”

“In a way, it was,” Villain asserts, maintaining eye contact until Hero looks aside. “No one knows who you are. Now you get to start anew.”

“And you?” Hero asks before they can stop themselves. “No one knows your identity either.”

“With my nemesis now gone, I might take a vacation.” their voice is teasing, though there is some truth to it. A lot of truth. “Killing such a strong enemy took its toll on me.”

“You didn’t even kill me, Vil,” Hero grumbles, the corners of their lips involuntarily twitching up.

“Stop being dramatic. For what it’s worth, everyone thinks I did.” Villain protests, shifting again. Hero can’t help the heat rising up their neck. “You could afford to be grateful.”

“Okay, fair. I am grateful.” Hero admits, no longer suppressing their smile. “Thank you. For killing me without killing me.”

“Huh, you’re welcome... I guess?” Something about their smile hitches Villain’s breath. Hero seems to be aware as their grin grows wider.

“Uh-huh. So what were you saying about that vacation?” They chuckle at the way Villain’s eyebrows rise up, lips twitching before they speak up.

“Why? You wanna join?” Hero shrugs, sending a wave of shock through Villain’s entire being. Are they actually considering it? Villain isn’t ready to know that. 

“Will you take me?” Villain has to prevent themselves from nodding too fast. “Or is that too much to ask?”

“Why do you think I staged your death?” The question catches Hero off guard. They wish they knew why Villain didn’t kill them for real. They wish they knew why they bothered to orchestrate such a complex performance. 

“For triumph?” They suggest though the idea seems weak as soon as it’s uttered.

“Never cared for it,” Villain shrugs, leaning towards Hero who finds it increasingly more difficult to form coherent sentences.

“Then?” For some reason, they whisper. The proximity of their enemy is suddenly perceptible.

“Victory never mattered to me, nor did this city. Our interactions did.” Villain admits. The revelation leaves them feeling more liberated than ever. “I want your undivided attention, Hero. The reason I... ” 

Hero interrupts the impromptu confession, pressing their fingers to Villain’s lips to silence them. An action that leaves Villain frozen in place, blinking slowly to start their short-circuiting brain.

“Shh, just tell me one thing,” Hero requests softly, moving their hand to the side. If that was supposed to let Villain speak, it did not. All they manage is a breathless nod for Hero to continue. And continue Hero does, leaning forward until their lips brush Villain’s ears. “Can you handle my undivided attention?”

The one surviving brain cell in Villain’s head collapses, screaming uncontrollably, as Hero pulls them against their chest and combs their fingers through Villain’s hair before leaving a kiss on their temple. “Thank you.”

Villain hums, wrapping their arms around Hero’s torso. They feel Hero pull the blankets over them. “You’ll get to thank me yet.”

Part 1

Masterlist

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Keeley faints from overworking and Roy & Jamie are there to take care of her. (thank you for the request!)

For the day 30 prompt: bridal carry.

Read on ao3.

[leasstories]

Being Rockstar Eddie Munson’s girlfriend

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

@noneknxws ‘s VALENTEBUARY

DAY 5: Free day

No Trigger Warning

WC: ≈1K

You’ve been dating Eddie since senior year. As soon as you both graduated in 1986, Eddie got an opportunity, a label offered to sign Corroded Coffin. That’s something he cannot say no to and you even pushed him toward that path. Now the magazine name you ‘Rockstar Eddie Munson’s girlfriend’.

But there are downsides to be a rockstar’s girlfriend. First of all, you often feel insecure when girls throw themselves at your boyfriend. You trust him, of course you trust him, but you don’t trust them, besides you have a very poor self-image even though Eddie has been nothing but reassuring about it. Another problem is the paparazzi, wherever you go, even alone, photos of you get taken. Another downside is when Eddie is on tour. Even though Eddie earns enough money to cover the both of you, you decided to have a job. You wanted your own money, you wanted to be independent. But having a job means you cannot always come on tour with Eddie, and you miss him, a lot. You also both have really different jobs and sometimes it makes you overthink. You wonder if he wouldn’t be happier with someone who is in the entertainment industry as well. But one of the worse downsides is that Eddie is almost always busy. It’s really hard for the both of you to have free time together, just the two of you. It’s hard to plan a date night or to even just stay at home and chill.

You are currently in the kitchen, cooking dinner when Eddie comes into the apartment, all excited. You tell yourself that he is that excited because of the new song they are recording, or because he has had a new tour planned. You weren’t expecting at all the words that comes out from his mouth.

“Baby,” Eddie says, wrapping his arms around your midsection while you keep cooking.

“It was a good day Eds?” You ask, chuckling at his excitement.

“Mmh,” He answers, pausing before speaking again. “But not as good as tomorrow.”

“What happens tomorrow?” You ask confused, while putting the cut tomatoes in a bowl.

“I have a free day.” Eddie says. “and I know it’s your day off.” Eddie says while kissing your neck.

You mix the tomatoes with the salad and mozzarella and smile. “Really?” you ask, your eyes sparkling at the idea of spending the day with your boyfriend.

Eddie nods while kissing your cheek.

The next day, your boyfriend wakes you up with breakfast in bed. He went to your favorite coffee shop, ordered your usual as well as some pastries. As soon as he put the breakfast down, Eddie stripped out of his clothes and went back to bed with you. You ate breakfast while cuddling and kissing, like two lazy teenagers. Once the breakfast was over Eddie insisted that you stayed in bed a little bit longer and you ended up dozing off in Eddie’s arms until noon.

At noon, Eddie gently wakes you up and you kiss him softly before asking. “What time is it?”

“Noon baby, get dressed for lunch, we are going at Gino’s.” Gino’s is the pizza place right around the corner. You know the boss and he always put the two of you at the most hidden table to avoid curious fans or paparazzi.

“Why did you let me sleep that much baby… I feel like I’ve ruined our day…” you whine.

“You didn’t ruin anything baby, I swear” he tells you gently before kissing your forehead.

You both put your clothes up and go to Gino’s. Obviously, on the way there some paparazzi take pictures of the two of you, but Eddie, always the gentleman, shields you from them. As soon as you’re in the familiar place that is Gino’s, you finally can breathe.

“Ciao amici!” Gino, the boss, tells us.

“Hi Gino, is our usual table available?” Eddie asks.

“Si! Follow me!” Gino says, leading the both of you to your usual table.

“The usual?” Gino asks.

Eddie and you both nod and Gino disappear into the kitchen.

“I missed those kinds of days.” You confess, breaking the silence.

“Me too.” Eddie says. “I’ll do my best to have more of those. I know how hard it is on you, I know it because I miss you just as much.”

“I’ll try to take my days off during your next tour, so I can come for a bit.” You speak.

“It would be the dream baby. I’d love for you to discover the world by my side. I know how it is important for you to be independent and work, but know that the day you want to stop, I’ll pay everything for the both of us baby. It’s no problem for me.” Eddie tells you.

Gino pits yours and Eddie’s usual in front of you and you start digging in.

“I know Eddie.” You answer while Gino left. “I’m going to try to work less hours if it’s possible, so when you are in town, I can be with you more.” You say.

“I’d love that babe.” Eddie answers.

The both of you keep eating your meal, laughing like you used to when you were in high-school. During those days, you feel like teenagers all over again, forgetting about your responsibilities and jobs.

Despite Eddie’s protests, you pay for both of your meals. After Gino’s you decide to take a walk in the closest park. You walk hand in hand. It is calm and the two of you just live the moment, not even talking, which is a rare occurrence for Eddie. You just enjoy the moment, you enjoy each other’s company.

After your little walk, the two of you went back home and took a hot bath together. Eddie loves blowing bubbles on you, and you find it so endearing. After your shower, you cooked your dinner together and enjoyed it.

Eddie’s day off was a small parenthesis in your busy lives, but you both know that with a little bit of work on both ends, those days can happen more often.

[eir-trixa]

Someone should really pay for the mental damages Becky gets from this friend group

[robin-j-nives]

A is for Ancient

You asked me something earlier, before we stepped into this arena.

Is it true that age equals experience?

Not always, I would say. Sometimes, it doesn’t: a 90-year-old who’s never picked up a brush is nowhere near as experienced as a teenager who’s spent their life painting. But that same teenager most likely knows next to nothing about work and taxes and how to cope with someone’s death.

Oh, I know. I know yours wasn't a question. Your taunts really aren't as subtle as you think they are. But you asked, and I want to answer, so hear me out.

Experience isn’t universal. But let’s say that you meet someone much older than you: they’re not a warrior, the same as you, but they’re so much older that boredom has led them to an occasional dance with a blade, on and off. 

When you’re fighting, you don’t need to be good. You just need to be better.

And someone who’s spent fifty years on and off swinging a blade at a mannequin is bound to have learnt something, yes? Oh, no, I don’t mean several times over the course of fifty years. You misunderstand me.

I mean fifty years in total. A span of time that’s greater than you’ve ever lived, and a tiny little drop in the ocean of my existence. I’ve lived fifty years so many times that it may as well be a week for you, if we were to draw a fair comparison.

Boredom is more powerful than someone as young as you can comprehend.

Well, we’ve talked long enough, judging by your face. Tell me, my friend:

Do you still think you have a chance?

[myeyesandheartadjust]

I Do Not Love You Anymore

@waitingforthesunrise Tada!! finally got a chance to finish this today!!

Based of a poem by @waitingforthesunrise and a prompt by @yarrrdonut

"No! I don't" she sobbed as she dashed away from him.  

He reached out to grab her arm but she expertly dodged it, picking up her skirts as she ran into the back gardens.  

It was pitch black so Letitia could hardly see as she ran. Her vison was obscured by the tears streaming down her face as well as the inky blackness the surrounded her 

How could he still think that she loved him? How? Especially after everything that had occurred. The secrets. The lies. 

She could hear footsteps coming after her as she ran. She sighed. She would not escape him this night. Confrontation was inevitable. But she could meet him on her own terms. On her own ground. Briskly Letitia walked towards the center of the garden where a large willow stood.  

Soon he came into view, panting and gasping for breath. In the past Letitia might've felt sorry for them, but now she simply didn't care.

"Letitia."

"What do you want Kendric?" She surprised herself at how firm her voice was given thst she had previously been crying. I have already said all that I needed to. I am simply not in love with you anymore and I beg you to leave."

Kendric took a step forward and caught one of her hands, holding it tightly so she could not twist it away; even though she tried. "You are in love with me," he said. "Our love is strong. It always has been. You and I promised each other that we would always be in love with each other. That was our promisec"

"And that promise was broken!" she all but shouted, finally succeeding in wrenching her hand away from his. "It was broken through your lies, your deceit! If you were always going to love me then why did you hurt me? You hurt me Kendric! And once and for all, I do not love you anymore!.

Letitia turned away, bitter tears coming to the surface of her vision. She wouldn’t let them show. "Goodbye Kendric." Then she turned walking away from her past and towards her future.

She did not love him anymore.

[aworkinprogressuofc]

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Did great-grandma manipulate everyone and end up hated?

Pulling guns and shaming all the ones she created?

Do you fear that you’ll end up just like her?

Sorry, can’t help: fate can’t be deterred

[sylkiddsey]

Prompt: “I could’ve helped.”

Set in season 12

She’s frozen.

She’s actually physically stuck in front of the tv in the common room. Stella or Violet is behind her, bracing her shoulders.

She can’t move. She can’t think. Her heart is free falling in her damn chest. The tv is broadcasting a breaking news story about a recent shooting.

A shooting in Portland at a firehouse. The firehouse Matt works at. The station her fiancé went to this morning for one of his last shifts.

The one where the reporter has announced multiple injuries on site. The one a gang member walked into and fired shots.

“Brett.”

The voice is muffled by her internal panic but then Severide is kneeling next to her. He looks worried but also confident. “I’m sure he’s okay. He probably wasn’t involved.”

It’s the probably that is tearing her soul. She can’t help but think about the last firehouse shooting at 51. She witnessed him take a bullet, but it was different then. They were friends. They hadn’t fallen in love yet.

Now, she’s the most in love with him (and anyone) she’s ever been. Now he’s the man she’s marrying and building a family with.

She’s white knuckling her phone, willing for Matt to call her back. The second Kidd flagged her down when she got back, Sylvie called him. She called him once, twice, three times and a few dozen after that.

He won’t answer.

“I…this isn’t real,” she whispers, tears filming her eyes. She looks at Severide, then behind her at Stella and the rest of 51. “Right? Tell me this isn’t happening.”

Obviously, no one can.

She doesn’t know if he’s okay. She doesn’t even know if he’s alive. Her head is spinning, and her heart physically hurts.

Mouch places a hand on her back from his spot beside her on the couch. His reading glasses are perched on the edge of his nose as he scrolls on an iPad. “I’m going to find you flight, okay? Just in case.”

Oh god, this isn’t happening. She’s going to pass out.

Severide squeezes her knee. “Boden is making calls. He’ll find something out. It’s going to be fine.”

She appreciates his comfort, but he doesn’t know that. Her voice shakes when she speaks. “Severide, I can’t…”

Lose him.

He nods. “I’m sure he’s fine.”

She’s about to point out the facts but then her phone vibrates in her hand. She almost breaks her neck checking the ID.

She springs from the couch and instantly answers, pushing her way past 51 towards the kitchen. “Matt.”

She hopes it is him and not someone calling from his phone to deliver the worst news possible.

“Hey, I’m okay.”

The sound of his voice breaks her resolve. She lets out a sob and covers her mouth. Her relief, however, worries all of 51. Severide looks panicked from her reaction.

She gives them all a thumbs up to communicate he’s fine. All of 51 looks relieved too.

She’s probably going to be a wreck over this phone, so she wants privacy. She exits the common room and heads towards the locker area.

“Oh my god,” she cries. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he assures. “I’m sorry. I just got my phone. I would’ve called you sooner.”

She’s just glad he’s calling now. She sits on the floor against her locker. “I’m just so relieved you’re alive. I…I can’t even imagine what I would do if…”

“Hey, don’t go there,” he whispers. “I’m perfectly okay.” He pauses for a second. “Well, more or less.”

Now that she thinks about it, she has heard a lot of voices in the background. It doesn’t sound like he’s home.

“Are you in the hospital?”

He hesitates which gives away the answer.

“Baby, what happened? How bad is it? How could you not lead with that? What hospital?”

He chuckles. “It’s nothing. It’s just a graze.”

What does that mean? What kind of graze?

“Did you get shot?!”

“No, not technically,” he says. “I was grazed by a bullet. I’m fine.”

She’s equally terrified and furious. Matt downplays his injuries. She has no idea what he’d define as a graze.

“You’re not fine. You were shot. Where? Has a doctor seen you yet? Have they disinfected the wound?”

“Honey.” His voice is full of fondness. “I’m okay. A bullet grazed my arm. I barely lost any blood and I needed only a few stitches. Now I’m just waiting for discharge papers. I swear to you, miss paramedic, I’m fine.”

She has a hard time believing that but she’s going to try for her own sanity. “Okay. Okay, you’re fine. How is everyone else?”

He sighs. “Everyone is going to make it. The guy who fired the gun definitely isn’t though. We’re all okay for the most part.”

That’s a relief. She’s gotten to know the people he worked with while in Portland. She likes everyone there.

“I wish I could’ve been there,” she whispers, shutting her eyes. A tear rolls down her cheek.

“I don’t. Sylvie, I don’t want you anywhere near that. I’m just glad you’re safe in Chicago,” he replies. “Plus, there isn’t anything you could’ve done.”

She’d argue that.

“I could’ve helped. I’m a paramedic and you’re, you know, my man. I could’ve taken care of you.”

He laughs. “Your man, huh?”

Sylvie grins. “Yes.” She glances down at her engagement ring and blinks back tears. “I just…I really thought I lost you, Matt.”

“Hey, that’s never going to happen,” he replies. “Do you really think I’d let a little bullet get in the way of making you my wife after all these years?”

She smiles because she knows he’s right. He’d fight like hell to come home to her but that doesn’t mean terrible things can’t happen.

“I love you so much,” she says. “And if you were here right now, I’d kill you for doing this to me and Severide.”

“Well good thing I’m in Portland then. I know what you’re capable of and it’s scary as hell.”

He’s such a dork.

“Hey, I love you so much too, baby,” Matt says. “And I’m genuinely sorry I scared you. I’ll make it up to you when I’m back in Chicago.”

She’ll hold him to that.