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This is me n Nat!!! I want to sleep with her but actually no clothes are coming off. btw itâs snuggles. Iâm talking about sleepy platonic snuggles
liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell
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Clint Barton
Feburary 17th, 2008
Unspecified location
Clint wakes to the sound of the other hotel bed creaking.
âNat?â he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes. âIâm fine, Barton,â she snaps, but her voice shakesâjust barely.
She heads to the bathroom, and he can hear her washing her face at the sink. He sits up, turning on the lamp as she returns. âYou okay?â he asks gently, noticing her red, puffy eyes. She grunts, the sound nearly a growl, and gets back into bed, facing away from him.
âWhy do we need extraction?â Nat asks after a long, silent moment, and Clintâs heart skips a beat when he realizes that sheâs never had anybody come back for her.
He shrugs. âIn case we got badly injured, I guess?â She looks over her shoulder at him, examining and evaluating his response.Â
âYou know you can tell me if youâre not okay, right?â he says just before she turns back around. âItâsâitâs okay to not be okay. I wonât think any less of you for it.â Nat stares at him. âI had a nightmare,â she says bluntly. Then she faces away from Clint again.
He turns out the light, curling back up under the blankets with a sigh. Itâs a while before Nat breaks the heavy silence.
âI dreamed that the extraction squad were double agents from the Room,â she says quietly. âAnd they came for me. And you let them take me.â Clint sighs sadly. âYou will never have to go back there if you donât want to,â he tells her firmly. âNot on my watch.â
Nat doesnât answer. Maybe she doesnât believe him; maybe sheâs reached her limit of vulnerability for the month. Clint canât tell.
He really, really hopes she believes him.
>>>âââââââââââââââ>
Natasha Romanoff
April 12th, 2009
Odessa, Ukraine
"ĐŻŃŃŃДб."
Natasha's voice echoes raspily through the comms, cool and calm as ever despite the immense pain dancing merrily through her injured body. Barton reopens his end of the comms immediately.
"ĐĐ°ŃĐș," he answers easily. She coughs, wiping dust off her face. "I've been shot," she tells him, rummaging through the supplies in the half-smushed jeep for a first-aid kit. "The engineer is dead." She pauses to focus on bandaging the bloody hole in her gut, and Barton panics.Â
âĐĐ°ŃĐș?! Respond!â he yelps right in her ear. âIâm doing first-aid, ŃŃŃŃДб!â she snarls, and she can practically hear his embarrassment. âSorry,â Barton mumbles, âI⊠I got worried.â His American accent is rough, raw, genuine.
For some stupid fucking reason, this makes Natashaâs heart constrict. She doesnât deign to respond except with a cold, âOver and out.â
She thinks about it as sheâs cleaning up the many, many scrapes from falling down the cliff. Did Barton really care for her like that? Was it all some greater scheme?Â
Fucking hell, she thinks, Iâm so damn sick and tired of being so wary of the first person to ever show me kindness.
>>>âââââââââââââââ>
Clint Barton
June 5th, 2010
Clint and Natashaâs shared apartment
Clint flops on the couch, exhausted. Absently, he wonders when Natâs going to get home. A few days was the longest S.H.I.E.L.D. had let them be apart since Budapest, and now theyâd been apart for two weeks, give or take.
Heâs only vaguely surprised to realize that he misses her.
The door clicks open. Lucky barks excitedly, and Liho meows from the back of the couch. And Natâs there, just as exhausted and even more beautiful. She looks at him, unsmilingly, yet Clint can see the glint in her eyes.
âHow are you?â she asks casually, sitting down on the couch next to him. âTired as shit,â he answers. She laughs genuinely. It wasnât even that funny.
He leans closer, waiting for the punch to his groin. Nat continues to watch him calmly. Clint swallows, tentatively running his calloused fingers through her red-gold curls.
Natâs eyes drift shut, and she leans into his touch. Clintâs breath hitches audibly and a delighted smirk curls Natâs scarlet lips. âI missed you, you dork,â she whispers, snuggling close against his side. âI missed you too,â he whispers back, nuzzling a kiss into her hair and holding her close. He closes his eyes, breathing in her pine scent.Â
God, she smells amazing.
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so this was meant to be long but the MCU's timeline is confusing and even longer and also I don't like having to bullshit scenes where we know they happened but we don't know the exact details because my brain is just like "But What If đ€ This Didn't Actually Happen đ€â
anyway
"ĐŻŃŃŃДб" = Hawk
"ĐĐ°ŃĐș" = Spider
#black widow#mcu black widow#natasha romanoff#mcu natasha romanoff#hawkeye#mcu hawkeye#clint barton#mcu clint barton#i platonically love her so fuckin much#i platonically love them so fuckin much#clintasha#platonic clintasha#romantic clintasha#does this count? idk#clintasha fanfiction#black widow x hawkeye#hawkeye x black widow#natasha romanoff x clint barton#clint barton x natasha romanoff#my stories
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There's a reason why we've been stuck with each other for 10+ years
#love her to bits <3 still don't know how I lucked out with such an amazing gal to call my literal platonic soul mate#me her and her boyfriend legit make the most chaotic trio it's so much fun#especially when me and her bf watch the game awards together we get so into it glshkdjw there was one time she left the room /lh#btw if I ever told you the âmy wife yelled across the taco bell âYOU'RE A FUCKING BRATâ at full volumeâ#yeah that's her#I yelled back âYOU FUCKIN KNOW ITâ with a big ass smile btw before swinging right into a âHi thanks for stoppin'! How can I help you :Dâ#I was on drive thru that night fkajdkwh#data log: personal#that's my fuckin platonic life partner I love her so so much I'd kill for them#and they'd kill for me <3
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ŃДбД ĐČŃДгЎа бŃĐŽĐ”Ń ĐŒĐ”ŃŃĐŸ ĐČ ĐŒĐŸĐ”ĐŒ ŃĐ”ŃĐŽŃĐ”
#black widow#natasha romanoff#i platonically love her so fuckin much#mcu black widow#mcu natasha romanoff#age of ultron#age of ultron gif#mcu#mcu gif#avengers#mcu avengers#marvel#russian#gif not mine#my posts
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HI NAT :D
⊠ive returned to this phase
#apparently im a lil shouty today lol#i can never seem to stay away for long#<- yesss#i used to have dreams about her once or twice a week#theyâre not as common anymore#but honestly#it doesnât really bother me because i know i still love her just as much#i love her platonically so fuckin much
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H E L L O LETâS TALK ABOUT ME N NAT /ny
[plain text: H E L L O LETâS TALK ABOUT ME N NAT /ny, or ânot yellingâ /end plain text ID]
because I fucken want to okay /lh /nmay
[plain text: because I fucken want to okay /lh, or âlight-heartedâ, /nmay, or ânot mad at youâ /end plain text ID]
look at this woman. look at her and tell me you donât want to give her a teddy bear and a mug of cocoa
Itâs weird for me because while I am a lesbian and find her attractive, any time I see/think about her in a sexual context, it immediately kills the mood. I think itâs because Iâve known her since I was seven and have also known I love her since before I knew what sex was, much less that women could have sex with each other. (I learned about it when I was thirteen and realized I was a lesbian only a few months later. leave me alone lol) And because Iâve known her since I was seven, I feel as though I should be several years younger and at least a full head shorter.
Plus, Iâm demisexual and romanticâmeaning that I simply cannot form any kind of romantic or sexual love for Natasha, purely because I have no real relationship with her. While I do find her attractive, itâs more aesthetic as well as the positive connotations I have with red hair, green or blue eyes, and a calm, serious face. And fuck, I love her smile. I love seeing her âbadass faceâ, but seeing her smile is always infinitely better. She has to make herself be all serious 50% of the time, sheâs sad or injured 35% of the time, and then during the last 15% she gets to just be happy. Best thing ever.
Any time I see her in my dreams, I always know itâs her, and can even sometimes tell which Natasha it is (i.e. S.H.I.E.L.D.âs Most Wanted, Avengers Assemble, Endgame/Black Widow), even if the face is blurry or just solid skin. Plus, weâre always friends; Iâve only had one dream where she seemed even a little annoyed. One dream I had was set in a forest. There were things on fire and alligators or maybe crocodiles. I remember getting into a bed with S.H.I.E.L.D.âs Most Wanted Nat for platonic snuggles.
Another dream I had was like a comic, specifically drawn in the same design as the comics MARVEL made to set up future movies. I donât remember a lot about it, but I remember a boat and Nat and Clint getting drunk and being silly together.
I donât really get why I feel what I do about Nat. But I know I started learning Russian when I was twelve solely because I had just found out it was Natâs native language, and I wanted to be closer to her, and also I had undiagnosed ADHD and autism.
Anyway. Love her â€ïžđ€
#/lh means light-hearted#/ny means not yelling#/nmay means not mad at you#wanted to add that one because the subscript seemed aggressive but also i wanted to keep it in#i really hope i used the tone tags correctly lmao#i platonically love her so fuckin much#black widow#natasha romanoff#mcu black widow#mcu natasha romanoff#comics black widow#comics natasha romanoff#my stuff
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THE BOY IS MINE - ( m.s )
REQUESTED**
summary- after years of friendship, youâve seen matt date people before, but none of them have been as bad as this new one. youâve never interfered with any of the girls in the past, but one night she takes it too far and your true feelings come out.
warnings- cursing, unprotected sex (pretend ur on birth control but also wrap it before you tap it), choking, cheating, dom!matt, itâs smut with a plot guys are we surprised (read at ur own fucking discretion PLEASE!)
a/n: thank you @stonermattsgf for the request!! i fucking loved this concept and the song eats down i hope i did u some justice <3 the touch it chris fic will be coming too cuz im fuckin with that song as well (if you werenât tagged it wouldnât let me tag you, iâm sorry!!)
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in no universe did you expect to be pining after one of your best friends.
it had always been strictly platonic between you and matt, aside from a little harmless flirting over the years. you loved him and his brothers so much that you never wanted to mess anything up, or complicate things when the dynamic was already perfect.
but as much as youâre close with each of them, you know youâve always understood matt on a deeper level. you share the same goals, the same fears, even the same taste in music and movies.
heâs always been the first person to check in, the only one who can read your mood like the back of his hand, the guy who cheers you up and lets you cry on his shoulder when things are shitty.
despite these sweet gestures, youâve both had your fair share of relationships and flings while being best friends. none of them have ever bothered you before, and youâve always tried to be respectful and kind to whichever girl he picks.
that is, until now.
matt is sitting across from you on the couch in their living room, slight frown etched on his face. his girlfriend, maya, has her legs sprawled across his lap comfortably, arms linked like sheâs claiming him.
her eyes are practically locked on you. you donât blame her; sheâs well aware that youâre not her biggest fan.
all she does is complain about all of the things she doesnât like about matt. last time she hung out with you guys, she was bitching about the fact that he kissed her in public at a party, as if she was worried he was scaring off other guys.
when he buys her flowers, theyâre the wrong ones. if he takes her to dinner, she whines about the food. sheâll even criticize his clothes, demanding that they match and he hides the tattoos. to her, he canât do anything right, even though heâs incredible just the way he is.
so it drives you absolutely insane watching the way she walks all over matt, all over his brothers, even you. itâs been two months of this agony, and you canât believe itâs even lasted this long.
you spend nearly every day thinking about how much better you could treat him. every time he touches you, no matter how briefly, your skin burns in desire. itâs selfish to want someone whoâs taken, and youâre well aware of that.
but you just love matt, you know him. and he deserves better. maybe itâs you, maybe itâs not. but itâs certainly not maya.
âgive it to me, fuckhead.â chrisâs voice rips you out of your trance, and you snap your head toward the middle of the U-shaped sofa.
heâs currently fighting nick for the remote, who slaps the side of his arm rather hard. chris lets go, only to pull his brother into a headlock seconds later. nick lets out a yelp of surprise, jamming an elbow into his side to get him to stop.
in all the commotion, you decide to grab the remote for yourself, a wide smile settling across your features as you take it into your palm.
they both notice quickly, groaning in protest as you wave it at them tauntingly.
âtoo slow! now i get to pick, idiots.â you tease.
âcâmon, i just went to war for that thing.â nick complains, kicking your leg half-heartedly, but you just shake your head.
âsnooze you lose.â
you scroll through your options, trying to pay no mind to the way maya is whispering to matt for so long she could be reciting the bible. then your eyes land on a title that makes you pause, chuckling a little to yourself.
âoh no way, they have fucking cocaine bear on here?â chris cackles.
nick looks rather amused himself, raising his eyebrows like heâs intrigued. âi mean, iâm game.â
you glance over at matt, whoâs already looking at you with a grin on his face. he mentioned the movie to you a little while ago, and how he just had to see how stupid it was eventually.
âwhy would we waste our time watching this shit? isnât it supposed to be awful?â maya chimes from beside him, and your gaze narrows in on her.
âitâll be funny, you know, âcause itâs so bad.â you reply, trying to keep your voice light and friendly.
she tilts her head to the side slightly, studying you with disapproving eyes. âyeah, iâm not so sure about trusting your taste. i mean, that god-awful outfit is just one example.â
the air seems to be sucked out of the room as you grip your sweats self-consciously. nobody moves, nobody speaks. you feel the anger flare up in your veins as you look at matt, wondering if heâs going to step in like he should.
but he doesnât. in fact, heâs avoiding your gaze altogether. so you square your shoulders and turn your focus back to the girl you dislike so much. youâre done with the passive aggressive comments, with all of the bullshit glares and insults.
youâre done letting her bulldoze you. if matt wants to go through that, fine. but he doesnât have to take everyone down with him by subjecting them to mayaâs presence.
âwell, you seem to be the only one who has a problem with my taste, so maybe you should just leave.â you say calmly, smiling sarcastically at the end because you canât help it.
her mouth pops open, and you can hear chris and nick trying to stifle their gasps and chuckles. even the corner of mattâs lips turn up, which makes you wonder.
maya turns to look at her boyfriend, completely astonished. âare you seriously going to let her talk to me like that?â
he seems conflicted as he briefly looks your direction, clearing his throat to buy some time. you tilt an eyebrow, crossing your arms like youâre just waiting for him to pick his side.
she may have asked the question, but now youâre dying to know the answer.
âmaya is right. and, uh, i think you should apologize.â matt fumbles with his words, unable to speak to you directly.
you feel the fury work its way up your face, and you force yourself to blink away the burning sensation of frustrated tears. maya looks far too satisfied, and you want to slap the smirk off of her face.
but you know you canât lay hands on her, so you decide your words will have to be your knives.
âyou know what, i am sorry,â you begin, raising your hands in surrender.
theyâre both a bit surprised by this change in direction, so after a brief pause, you continue.
âiâm really sorry that youâre dating a stuck up bitch. iâm sorry that sheâs constantly taking advantage of your kindness. iâm sorry that she treats you like shit, that she talks down to you like youâre a child, that sheâs never satisfied with the things you do. and iâm especially sorry that you continue to let her, because you can do so much better.â
if mayaâs eyeballs could pop out of her skull, you would imagine it would be exactly like how she looks right now. matt is also slack jawed beside her, and you canât be near him any longer.
so you stand up, turning to leave the boy you love so much without another word.
the fresh night air of spring is a relief once you step out the front door, and you try to let it calm you as you hustle toward your car. you can already feel your phone buzzing in your back pocket as you move, presumably nick and chris.
you hope theyâre not angry. itâs bad enough knowing that youâve royally fucked things up with matt, but you couldnât bare it if all three of them hated you.
you practically toss yourself into the drivers seat, slamming the door closed with a force that shakes the entire vehicle. youâre peeling out of the driveway before you can even reflect on the consequences of your actions, speeding home as if your life depended on it.
your ringtone continues to erupt as you drive along the backroads, but you force yourself to ignore it for the time being.
only once you throw the car into park in your own driveway do you check the messages, scrolling through the numerous notifications. unsurprisingly most of them are from nick and chris like you presumed, wondering if youâre alright and applauding you for finally standing up to the wicked witch of the west.
for a brief moment, their kind words make you feel better.
but then your eyes catch a contact that you actually donât expect; mattâs. you stare at your device, throat going completely dry. a missed call and two texts.
matt
iâm coming over
donât bother saying no, im already on my way
that was five minutes ago, which means heâs not too far behind you. you tear out of your car and across the yard, throwing the door open carelessly.
your heart is still slamming against your ribcage, and fear crawls up your throat as you press your back to the wood, kicking your flip flops off in the general direction of the coat rack.
your mind flashes to the idea of him yelling at you, which you suppose would be somewhat warranted. youâve seen matt angry on a couple of occasions, and you canât imagine he has anything kind to say to you right now.
you pace the foyer as you wait for his arrival, picking at the beds of your fingernails anxiously.
and then it happens; the loud knock on the front door, followed by another series of harsh slams.
impatient motherfucker.
you straighten up as your palm wraps around the knob, sucking in a breath before pulling it open to reveal a rather disheveled matt.
heâs breathing heavy, hair messy as if heâs been tugging at it for the entire drive. his earrings glint in the porch light as he stares at you like heâs trying to commit every feature to memory, wetting his lips hungrily.
âmattââ
you barely get his name out before he wraps his ring-clad fingers around your throat, pulling your mouth to his harshly. he molds against you perfectly, his other hand traveling to your hip to hold you flush against his own body.
he just couldnât help it. he was so desperate on the entire ride over, replaying your outburst on a loop in his mind as he drove further and further away from his girlfriend. thereâs been only a few occasions heâs seen you that upset, and your comments had been a necessary slap in the face.
plus, watching you fight for him when he was too much of a bitch to do it himself was a bigger turn-on than heâd like to admit.
all heâs ever wanted is you. and it shouldnât have taken this long to admit it to himself.
matt guides you backwards, hand still squeezing your neck as he blindly kicks the door shut with one foot. you feel your back bump against the kitchen counter, and youâre trying to register what the hell is going on, but his kiss is so fucking intoxicating that itâs impossible to think clearly.
his tongue slides against yours passionately, and the flavored chapstick youâre wearing is driving him insane. you can feel him growing hard against your thigh as he toys with the elastic waistband of your pants suggestively.
you have no idea if this means itâs officially over with him and maya, but you find that you quite frankly donât give a shit.
in this moment, heâs yours.
his fingers finally dip into your sweats a few seconds later, traveling down to brush against your clothed heat as he moves his mouth to your jaw sloppily. a breathy moan escapes before you can stop it, involuntarily rutting your hips against his cold rings in search of more friction.
one of your hands goes to grip the hair at the nape of his neck while the other claws at his back, desperately wrapping your knuckle around the cloth of his muscle tee.
âyou like that?â matt grumbles against your throat, nipping at the skin as he begins to apply real pressure to your cunt in little circular motions.
your back arches and you tilt your head to the side so you can give him full access, silently hoping heâll leave a mark behind.
âyouâve been thinking about me touching you like this, havenât you? wishing i would come fuck you instead of her?â he questions further, moving his head slightly so heâs speaking directly into your ear.
the hand that was choking you slides down so he can grope your chest, his thumb running over one of your hardened nipples through the thin shirt youâre wearing. the combined pleasure has you whining in his grasp, a submissive sound that you wish you werenât making.
you can feel him grinning as he presses his mouth to that sweet spot below your earlobe, his tongue darting out to wet the area.
âyou want me just as much.â you manage to find your voice, though your claim is muttered with no conviction.
matt pauses his movements and brings both hands to your waistband again, which makes you whimper as you clench around nothing. his mouth finds yours briefly to swallow the sound, and he bites down on your bottom lip as he pulls away.
âyouâre not wrong. so are you gonna give me what i want, baby?â he asks as he teases your sweats and panties just a little lower on your hips.
âkeep going.â you plead.
you let go of your grip on his body so he can tug both items down to your ankles, helping you step out of their grasp before discarding them a couple feet away.
matt doesnât immediately stand back up; instead he takes his time, kissing the side of your knees as his hands slide up the outside of your thighs. you feel so exposed, so on-display that you clench your legs together before you can help it.
he immediately pries them apart, shaking his head slightly with a little smirk. âdonât be shy now, you had so much to say earlier.â
his words spur you on, so you spread yourself wider, opting to grip the counter as he reattaches his lips to your inner thighs. matt inches closer and closer to where you really need him, taking his time to nip at the supple flesh that comes before.
he pulls away right when you think heâs finally about to put his mouth on you, letting his hot breath fan across your soaked center. it makes you shiver in anticipation, and youâre getting a little too needy now.
âquit fucking teasâoh shit.â
you throw your head back as his two fingers spread you apart, tongue coming in contact with the middle of your cunt as he laps at the wetness that had pooled there.
he slows his pace slightly after a moment, making sure to pay attention to the whole area, working his way up until his nose bumps against your clit. you spit a curse out, letting one hand go so you can grip his soft hair.
matt continues on, his lips closing around the sensitive bud so he can apply more pressure and suction. your gut flips at the sensation and your grip on his roots tightens as his mouth works.
he grumbles, loving the way youâre pulling at him so desperately. the noise sends vibrations through your core, which only makes the experience more enjoyable.
âfuckkk, matt, feels so good.â you praise dumbly, your words slurring.
the vocal admiration makes his pulse quicken, and at this point heâs straining against his jeans. he just canât believe heâs got you like this, grinding your cunt against his face as if heâs the best youâve ever had.
he can tell youâre growing closer just based on the little gasps and moans leaving your mouth, and your legs begin to shake ever so slightly. but he wonât let you finish just yet.
âwant to be inside this pretty pussy.â he pulls away to say it, pressing one more wet kiss to the delicate area before he gets up.
youâre craving more, so you decide to take initiative, reaching for his belt and fumbling to undo the buckle. you tear it from the loops and toss it away, moving to his zipper as he reaches behind his head to tug his loose tank off.
his pants fall to the floor, leaving him in only his tented boxers. heâs quick to kick his shoes off, followed by his jeans right after.
then his hands go to your waist, fingers digging into the smooth flesh.
âup.â he instructs bluntly, helping lift you onto the end of the marbled countertop so heâs standing between your legs.
he lifts your shirt up next, and you help him out by throwing your arms above your head so he can fully remove it. his eyes train downwards, admiring the way your sheer bra hugs your tits. it hardly leaves anything to the imagination, and matt finds it extremely hot that youâve been wearing it all night without him knowing.
before he can make a move, you surprise him by reaching back confidently to unhook the garment yourself. you let it slip from your shoulders before throwing it to your side, revealing your bare chest to him wordlessly.
he pulls his lip between his teeth as he exhales, gently guiding you downwards so your back is pressed flat against the cool surface. matt looks intimidating standing over you, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your body.
âyouâre so fucking sexy.â he says in awe, leaning down to give you another real kiss, a salty mix of sweat and arousal on his lips.
then he finds his way down to your collarbone, staying there shortly before traveling between the valley of your breasts. without warning, he presses his tongue flat across one nipple, flicking it back and forth.
you push your chest further into his face with a moan, both hands in his hair this time. he moves to the other perky bud, sucking on it as his teeth graze the tissue ever so slightly.
youâre practically writhing underneath him, and you can feel the pit growing in your stomach again. so even though it feels incredible, you yank his head back off of your chest by his hair.
âneed you to fuck me.â you mutter, pushing his hair out of his face with both of your hands.
matt nods once, straightening so he can slide his underwear down. his erection finally springs free, pink tip glistening with precum. you watch as he spreads the wetness around, pumping himself in his hand a few times.
heâs bigger than you expected, and your mouth is watering just thinking about how much you want him to be pounding into you already.
âwrap your legs around me princess.â he commands gruffly, and you do just as youâre told, hooking your ankles behind his back.
his dick presses against your heat, and you buck against it to try and feel more. matt is quick to steady your hips roughly, holding you down against the edge of the counter as he teases himself into your entrance.
you both moan, his low and rumbling, yours high-pitched and greedy. you use your thighs to pull him closer, forcing him to drive into you fully so you can feel that pleasurable stretch.
âmmmnâfuck, youâre so tight.â he sighs, giving you another moment before he begins to drag his cock in and out at a steady pace.
you rock with him as best you can, finding the perfect rhythm so that heâs plowing his full length into you, filling the house with the sound of skin slapping skin.
matt lets one hand wrap around your neck again to choke you, tattoos on display as his muscles flex, and the pressure traps your lewd cries in your throat. his other fingers continue to toy with your nipples, which makes you arch off the counter, head rolled back as your eyes screw shut.
âlook at you, taking me like such a good girl. just like i knew you would.â he compliments breathlessly.
he starts snapping his hips harder, enjoying the way your tits bounce as you slide slightly against the slick counter. you look so fucking beautiful, mouth partially open, barely able to squeak out a moan.
never in a million years did matt think heâd get the opportunity to fulfill all of his shamefully dirty fantasies about you, but here you are, completely naked and spread out in your own kitchen.
youâre squeezing around him now with every stroke, and he somehow keeps getting deeper, hitting your g-spot in a way that makes you jerk.
the familiar feeling of your abs tightening occurs as you get closer to your orgasm, and you swear youâre seeing stars at this point. heâs right there with you, a groaning mess as your fingers reach up to dig into his bicep.
âyes, matt, right there! mâgonnaââ you fumble over your words, unable to finish the thought as the satisfaction builds.
he uses the last of his strength to drill into you, moving both hands back to your waist quickly so he can slam you down on his cock a few more times.
âcome all over this dick baby, donât hold back.â
youâre practically screaming his name as you hit your high, releasing all over him as his hot cum spills into you at the same time.
he slows his movements as you look up at him with bleary eyes, enjoying the last moments of being inside you before he pulls out. you feel your mixed arousal dripping out onto the counter, and you donât even care that youâll have to clean it up later.
that was completely worth the mess.
your chest continues to heave as you relish in the come down, dropping your thighs from his hips so heâs free to move around.
but matt stays between them, leaning down to capture your mouth with his one final time. itâs brief, but it means more than either of you truly understand.
heâs the one to break it first, pressing his forehead against yours before he speaks. âyouâre incredible, you know that?â
you smile weakly, pushing against his chest to put some distance between the two of you. reality is creeping back in, reminding you that this was probably a one time thing.
âhelp me down?â you ask, and he complies.
matt lifts you a bit as you slide off the countertop, setting you back on real ground a second later. youâre not sure what to say as you stand before him, completely fucked out and terrified of whatever is coming next.
âso, umâŠi should probably get cleaned up.â you try to sound casual, even though youâre feeling anything but relaxed.
he immediately notices the switch in tone, the way youâre wrapping your arms around yourself like youâre trying to shrink away and hide. heâs also pretty sure he knows where this insecurity is coming from.
his fingers go to grip your chin gently, demanding that you look him in the face. your eyes widen as he brushes his thumb along your swollen bottom lip.
âiâm cutting things off with maya. i justâŠlove you. and iâm sorry it took me so long.â matt finally admits.
it takes a second to click in your brain, but when it does a wide grin spreads across your face. butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you kiss the pad of his finger as he moves it along your mouth.
âi love you too, but i think you knew that already.â you tease playfully.
âyeah, maybe. but i like hearing you say it out loud.â
#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#Spotify#matt sturniolo smut#sturniolo fanfic#fanfic
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Helluva Boss Characters Reacting to You Asking for a Hug
Tbh this series is just for my own enjoyment at this point lmao
Iâm so normal about them, I swear.
BLITZĂ
Honestly, it depends on what type of relationship you have with him
Familial relationship? Best BELIEVE heâs coddling the shit outta you rn
^ def a cheek pincher
âHey sweetie? Do you need me ta fuck someone up for ya?â
But if yâall are platonic, or SATAN FORBID
R O M A N T I C ?
Ur not getting Shit
Well, until you start crying
âYouâre a fuckinâ baby, you know that?â
Very casual hugs
Always sits his chin on you
Will complain the entire time
But you both know he loves you
LOONA
âOh shit, you good?â
Sheâs blunt, not heartless
Honestly pretty touched that you asked for a hug instead of just going for one
Like her adoptive dad, very casual hugs
Usually just slings an arm over your shoulders
Wonât talk to you about it
Yâall just sit in comforting silence
Donât let anyone point out that sheâs letting you touch her
Will get v flustered
Depending on how you both feel - may let you play with her hair to self regulate
MILLIE
âSure thing, hun!â
Doesnât matter who you are, or why you need a hug, sheâll take it
Physical affection is her top love language idc
Squeezes super super tight
Like, you can barely breathe
Gushes over how sweet you are
Will probs pepper your face in kisses too (doesnât matter what ur relationship with her is)
((Millie is a strong believer in non-romantic kisses, she told me herself))
Will probs ask Moxxie to bring yâall a drink
MOXXIE
âUhh, you sure you want a hug from me?â
Yes babe Iâm sure
Doesnât think heâs the best one to be comforting you - will palm you off to Millie if he can
But will be offended if anyone else says he canât look after you
^^ Gets all huffy about it
Distraction is his new best friend
Will tell you a mixture of stories and fun facts to try and make you feel better
Will also make you a hot drink
If you want to, will talk out your feelings with you
STOLAS
Babes just blinks for a hot minute as your words register with him
Has the softest smile
âOf course, dearest. Come here.â
A hug isnât enough for him, youâre in for a full blown cuddle sesh now
Likes the feeling of having you fully wrapped up in his arms
Forehead kisses. Forehead Kisses.
Will sometimes swaddle you in blankets like a literal baby
Hums softly for you
Tries to ask whatâs wrong, will def push the subject
He just wants to fix it, okay?
Will just,,, smother you in affection until youâre okay
And then some
OCTAVIA
Judgemental eyebrow raise.
Judgy, judgy girl
Yâall gotta be CLOSE for her to hug
((But not really, sheâs so touch starved its not funny, but we donât talk about that-))
Long, comforting hugs
If u end up crying, will fix your makeup for you
Donât mention it though
Like, literally donât mention it or it wonât happen again
She probs just breathes a sigh of relief when yâall hugs
Holds on a little too tight, for a little too long
If you ask first, sheâll start coming to you for hugs now too
FIZZAROLLI
Baby. Baby, baby man.
Will wrap his arms around you several times over
Another really tight hugger
You had shit to do?
Sike, not anymore
Now youâre spending all day with Fizz
Your fault, you started it by asking for a hug
Is super worried about you, but tries to play it down
Will do stupid shit just to see you laugh
Will ALSO flirt with you until you canât stand it anymore
ASMODEUS
Immediately concerned, does not try to hide it
Much like his bf, cancels all plans for today
Yâall are gonna be chilling in bed and cuddling now
Just kinda,,, scoops you up?
Definitely plays with your hair
Gives a SOLID head massage
So so gentle and sweet
Just lays you on his chest
Draws pictures on your back and makes you guess what heâs drawing
^^ he does this to help ground you
Tbh heâll probably drag Fizz to bed too, so know theyâre both looking after you
Mans isnât gonna let anyone get left out
#helluva boss x reader#helluva x reader#helluva boss#helluva fizzarolli#helluva blitzo#helluva loona#helluva stolas#helluva asmodeus#blitzo x reader#loona x reader#millie x reader#millie x moxxie x reader#moxxie x reader#stolas x reader#octavia x reader#fizzaroli x reader#asmodeus x reader#viziepop#fandomfixations headcanons#fandomfixation hcs#fandomfications helluva boss#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#someone just pls hug me ok i need it
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bad idea right
for @steddiesongfics July prompt using song lyrics from âbad idea rightâ by olivia rodrigo
rated e | 1569 words | cw: alcohol, super mildly dubious consent because of the alcohol | tags: angst with a happy ending, post break up, exes to lovers, getting back together, sex
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Eddie isnât afraid to admit that he makes mistakes. Sometimes, he makes big ones.
Answering the call from Steve is the first big one.
âSteve?â Itâs been almost a year since heâs heard from him, their breakup being the finite end to any and all communication. âYou okay?â
âEddie! Oh my god. So Iâm out right now, and Iâm all fucked up, and I was thinkinâ âbout that time I got so drunk you had to carry me to my bed.â Eddieâs listening to Steve, but he feels like his soul is leaving his body. âYou remember how gentle you were? You were so worried about tripping up the stairs and you kept cussing when you lost your grip. You kissed my head when you thought I was asleep.â
Steveâs words are slurred, but Eddie can make them out fine. He was good at understanding Steve all the time, even inebriated.
âI knew you were awake,â he gulps. Robinâs gonna kill him for even entertaining Steve like this. Actually, speaking of her- âIs Robbie with you?â
âNo.â Eddie can hear the pout on his lips. âSheâs on a date with her girlfriend.â
Right. Sheâd mentioned that to Eddie yesterday when they were texting about plans for next weekend.
Robin had refused to be split between her two best friends when they broke up, and rightfully so. She may have been Steveâs platonic soulmate, but she knew that what happened between them wasnât Eddieâs fault. She made sure to spend time with Eddie when Steve was otherwise busy.
âAre you good to get home? I can send an Uber for you.â Eddie offers even though heâs sure Steve thought of that already. Even drunk, he would know how to get home.
âI can get my own Uber.â
âI know.â
âI missed your voice.â
Eddie is doing his fuckinâ best not to make his second big mistake tonight, but itâs not going well. He knows whatâs gonna happen. He knows because heâs weak and loves Steve more than anything even after having his heart torn to pieces by him. Even knowing itâll only lead to more heartbreak.
âYou should get home, Stevie.â
âMissed that, too.â
Itâs quieter on Steveâs end now, like heâs stepped away from whatever club or bar heâs holed up in, maybe outside to get some much needed fresh air. Eddie hopes it sobers him enough to realize what heâs done so he hangs up.
âSteveâŠâ
âCan I come over?â
Eddie makes the second big mistake of the night and says yes.
-
When Steve arrives, heâs a beautiful mess.
Heâs drunk, but the ride mustâve helped a little. His eyes are clear, his cheeks not as flush as they probably were before.
Eddieâs waiting at the door when he gets there, standing with a smile that doesnât belong. Heâs trying to be welcoming to a man who did everything to make sure he felt like he didnât belong.
Steve is in his arms as soon as he makes it to the front door. Eddieâs third big mistake of the night is wrapping his arms around him as if heâd never stopped, as if this last year wasnât the worst of his life and heâs barely made it through.
âSorry I called. I didnât know where to go.â
And now Eddieâs confused. Heâs confused because Steve has an apartment of his own, one that he definitely knew how to get to even when drunk. Even if he didnât, he wouldâve been able to call Robin to help. Or Max. Or Lucas.
And heâs sure that Steveâs been drunk in the last year and not called him.
âWhy couldnât you go home?â
âToo quiet.â
11 months ago, almost to the day, Steve Harrington told Eddie Munson that he was too loud, too hyper, too messy.
11 months ago, Eddie Munson gathered whatever he could find in four minutes and left Steveâs apartment for the last time.
11 months ago, Steve ruined a three year relationship because heâd been feeling overwhelmed and didnât tell Eddie until it was too late.
Now, Eddie Munson is sure that Steve Harrington is about to be his fourth big mistake tonight.
âYou wanna come in?â He asks, already knowing Steveâs answer.
âPlease.â
-
Steve is tucked into Eddieâs bed, curled around a pillow, mouth open as he snores quietly. Eddie watches him for a moment before tip-toeing from the room.
Robinâs livid when she answers her phone.
âThis better be good. I was two fingers-â
âSteveâs here.â Eddie interrupts what was sure to be too much information about what Robin was getting up to on her date. âDrunk.â
âHe just showed up at your house?â Robin sounds less mad now, more concerned, though heâs not sure who sheâs more concerned about.
âHe called first.â
âAnd you answered.â
âYeah. Well.â Eddie sighs. âIâm gonna sleep on the couch, but just wanted you to know heâs safe and Iâll make sure he gets home tomorrow.â
âEddie, Iâm so sorry. He said he was just gonna watch a movie tonight or else I wouldâve suggested he go hang with Dustin or something.â
âItâs not your job to babysit him.â Eddie doesnât like the way she said that, but heâs probably reading too much into it. âHeâs an adult.â
âYeah, no. Heâs. I mean, heâs fine. Itâs just that we all try to keep his mind busy sinceâŠya know.â Robin explains, though Eddie feels even more confused.
âSince he specifically told me I was too much for him?â
Robinâs silence speaks volumes.
âEddie?â Steveâs voice is behind him and heâs quick to turn and make sure heâs okay. âSleep?â
âIâll text you,â he whispers to Robin before hanging up and turning to Steve. âYou should go lay down. Iâll bring you some water.â
âYou too?â Steve was blinking slowly, barely awake as he stood in Eddieâs living room.
âI donât think thatâs a good idea, Stevie.â
âIs it because of what I said?â
Itâs not the time for them to have this conversation, and itâs not the time for Eddie to wish he could forget it ever happened so he can hop into bed with Steve. But he thinks Steve is probably sobering up little by little, and if he expects Steve to sleep, he may have to do this.
âYou made it very clear how you felt. Iâm just trying to respect your space until I can get you home tomorrow.â Robin would be proud of how heâs handling this, he thinks. Heâs at least keeping things civil even though his head is screaming at him.
âI didnât mean what I said.â
Eddie stares at him, tries to find the telltale signs of Steve lying. He doesnât see any.
Steveâs too tired and too buzzed to hide it.
âThen why did you say any of it?â Eddie feels his chest constricting, his heartbeat racing the longer he looks at him. âWhy did you make me think I was too much?â
âMy dad came by that day,â Steveâs head falls, his hands wringing in front of him. âMy dad had spent two hours telling me I wasnât enough and that Iâd done nothing but disappoint him and Iâd never be what he wanted. And it wasnât the first time, but it was after my boss gave a promotion to someone else even though I was more qualified and my head was killing me and Robin and I had gotten into a stupid argument that morning and it was a bad day.â
Eddieâs staring at him, mouth wide open, watching as the man he loves falls apart.
âItâs no excuse. I shouldnâtâve said any of it no matter what. Not when itâs not even true. Iâve never felt like youâre too much or too loud.â Steveâs stepping closer now. âIâve always just wanted to soak up whatever energy you have. And I didnât know how to tell you that youâre more than I deserve without saying youâre too much for what I can offer.â
Damn Steve Harrington and his charm, even when buzzed, even when exhaustion is causing him to curl into himself.
Damn Eddieâs inability to avoid his fifth mistake of the night.
He doesnât know if he is the catalyst or if they both are, but suddenly his mouth is on Steveâs and teeth knock together, and thereâs a slight taste of blood on Eddieâs tongue.
Thereâs moans and hands against skin and in hair and hard cocks rubbing against thighs and bruises on hips.
Thereâs Steveâs head hitting the pillow and Eddieâs mouth sucking marks into his stomach and inner thigh and the blanket falling off the bed as they try to strip out of their clothes too fast.
Thereâs laughter and soft touches and nails biting into skin and check-ins.
Thereâs love when Eddie holds his face in his hands as he slides into Steve for the first time in too long, and thereâs hope when Steve cries out for more, and thereâs passion that Eddie knows heâd never find with anyone else.
After, when thereâs sweat and tears and cum and an unfortunate wet spot in the middle of the bed, thereâs whispers of tomorrow and the next day and apologies and promises.
It may have been a bad idea answering Steveâs call, but Eddieâs happy to make more mistakes if it means keeping Steve in his arms and being enough for each other.
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#steddiesongfics#exes to lovers#getting back together#angst with a happy ending
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Since hazbin is out can I have platonic headcanons with fem reader with alastor and velvette? Seperate please thank you đđ
ALASTOR AND VELVETTE PLATONIC HEADCANONS WITH READER .
pairing ; alastor + reader (platonic), velvette + reader (platonic)
note ; thank you for your ask!
warnings ; none
ALASTOR â
he often surprises you with rare and antique radios that he finds during his ventures in hell.
alastor enjoys spending quiet evenings with you, listening to the old radio shows he loves so much.
he also often surprises you with old-fashioned gestures, like offering his arm when you walk together or holding doors open with a flourish.
it's his way of blending his peculiar charm with a touch of gallantry.
he's knowledgeable about classic literature and often recommends books for you to read.
you've engaged in many discussions about the great works of various eras.
despite his often erratic behavior, alastor is a surprisingly good listener!
you've found comfort in confiding your thoughts and feelings to him, and he responds with expected wisdom.
alastor often challenges you to friendly and harmless board games or card matches.
doesn't matter if you like them or not
you WILL play with him
alastor is an excellent chef!
so of course, you've had lots and i mean lots of his tasty food
VELVETTE â
late-night gossip sessions are a common occurrence between you and velvette.
whether it's discussing the latest drama in media or sharing personal stories, you two can talk for hours without getting bored.
velvette is your go-to demon when you need a pick-me-up.
her energetic and lively personality never fails to lift your spirits, and she's always there with a shoulder to lean on during tough times.
velvette is fiercely protective of you, especially when it comes to dealing with judgmental demons.
she won't hesitate to shut down anyone who dares to criticize or belittle you.
movie nights with velvette are a FUCKIN blast.
her contagious laughter make every movie night less tiring.
like this girl laughs so loud
velvette often surprises you with small, thoughtful gifts that perfectly match your style.
it's her way of showing appreciation for your friendship and adding a touch of glam to your afterlife.
shopping sprees in pride's marketplaces are a regular occurrence with her as well.
#HAZBIN HOTEL#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel velvette#alastor#velvette#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor x reader#velvette x reader#y/n#reader insert#x reader#ask#headcanons#platonic
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Propaganda
Bette Davis (All About Eve, Now Voyager, Jezebel)âShe is a bitch and I like her so much. Also: unf. She does it all: rage, vulnerability, romantic passion, hauteur that invites beholders to say "step on me" under their breath. Her work in the 1930s, from melodramas to romantic comedies, is excellent, but I've mentioned 1940s films above because I feel that she really was at her best once the studio allowed her star image to get edgier. Also her decades-long platonic friendships with male co-stars (e.g. Paul Henreid, Claude Rains) are very important to me. Anyway: bow down before Bette Davis, HBIC.
Gloria Swanson (Don't Change Your Husband, Queen Kelly, Sadie Thompson, Sunset Boulevard)âthe absolute BALLS this woman had! an icon of the 1920s, her career had simmered down, decent living in radio, deciding you know what? you know what i'll do? I'll star as the haggard old aging decrepit horror icon in Sunset Boulevard, that's what I'll do. Nobody else in Hollywood would take the part (every other actress didn't want to be framed as a has-been)âgloria said, fuck that, I'll eat this role alive and serve cunt the whole time. she was still so gorgeous when they made Sunset Boulevard they had to intentionally make her up/costume her to make her look older than she was. mad respect for the screen legend who says yeah, i am a screen legend, i was always that bitch and here I am again to prove it
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"Sheâs Bette fuckinâ Davis! She had a great sense of humor and a lovely pair of eyes! She was a camp icon and fuckinâ knew it. And she wasnât afraid to make fun of herself!"
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"shes got a whole song of saying how hot someone is bc they look like her"
"She's got Bette Davis eyes! Incredible character actress, charming, witty as all hell. Her favourite accessory was a lit cigarette."
Gloria Swanson:
She was THE idea of a 1920s sex comedy star, and was a hot (and totally unhinged) older woman in Sunset Boulevard. Hot as a young woman and as an older woman? Yes plz
I feel like she would slay in alternative fashion
her performance as Norma Desmond in sunset boulevard makes me insane. I love her
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MY BABY đ„čđ
Natashaboo Romanoff aka the Spooky Black Widow, even with a jar of peanut butter!
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Hi darling đ„° I love, absolutely love the way you write Eddie and I have an idea for a fic! Maybe reader is Eddie's best friend forever (she has the same style, taste in music, also plays D&D, has tattoos, colorful hair) she is also in love with Eddie, but for some reason she thinks Eddie is attracted to cheerleaders and would never pay attention to her sooo she gets quiet and closed off, she's hurt and sad, she feels not enough but our dear boy finally gets the truth out of her and shows her his love, that she's the only one who really matters to him đ„č If you are ok with it they have romantic sex but no pressure! Love ya!
AN | Friends to lovers! Fools in love! Requited pining đ„șđ„°
Warnings | Language
Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 3k
Masterlist | Main, EddieÂ
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
He had a pretty smile. A really fuckinâ pretty smile.Â
It had been one of the first things youâd noticed about him when you met him as an awkward pre-teen. Now it was one of your favorite things about him. Among everything else, but you know, that wasnât important. Sure, you were in love with Eddie Munson, also known as your best friend, but that was beside the point. WellâŠmaybe it was the whole point.Â
But none of that mattered. Because while you were in love with your dorky, funny, and hot best friend, nothing was ever going to change. While you were like him in so many ways, and people always presumed the two of you were dating (to which Eddie liked to remind people that you were platonic with a capital p), you were absolutely not his type. God, it's brutal out here.
No, his type was soft, ultra feminine, pastel pretty girls, bonus points if they were cheerleaders. If you had to sum it down to a singular person, Chrissy Cunningham fit the bill. And, honestly, you couldnât even blame him. Not only was she pretty, smart, and funny, she was also kind. Sheâd never had so much as a singular rude thing to say and that made you want to hate her even more. Eddie was infatuated with her and all you were was his best friend. And it fucking sucked.
No matter how hard you tried to get over him, by hooking up with other people, trying to expand your interests to include other people, and even - for just a horrible moment - youâd tried to change yourself to be more his type, it never worked. Your thoughts, feelings - your heart - always went back to him.Â
Eventually youâd had enough and decided that it was time to make a change. Even though you knew it would break your heart, you decided that this was the only way youâd ever get over him.
You had to create a divide, to set a distance and boundaries between the two of you. It was going to hurt at first, but that would pass, hopefully, one day and perhaps youâd both be better.
That was the plan in your head anywayâŠtoo bad life decided not to play by your little plan.
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
âHey sweetheart,â ugh. Your heart cracked at the sound of the sweet pet name heâd always called you. Normally you liked itâŠnormally when you werenât trying to avoid him. He slid into the seat next to you, elbow on the table as he rested his chin in his hand. You could feel him staring at you before he reached over and delicately twisted a lock of your hair around his pinky, ânew color. I like purple, it looks pretty.â
âT-thanks,â you swallowed thickly before staring down at your tray, your appetite slowly disappearing, âdid you need something?â
âUmm duh,â he teased, âitâs Friday night, aka movie night, and I am making sure you remember since youâve been avoiding me like the plague. Which I wonât take personally, unless it continues on.â
âOh,â you hadnât forgotten movie night. It had been a tradition for the last five years, but you couldnât bring yourself to face a night alone with him. You drummed your fingers along the table, âI-I canât tonight. Sorry, Eddie, IâŠforgot.â
âYou forgot movie night?â his entire face fell and as you shrugged your shoulders and nodded slightly, âbut we alwaysâŠhave movie night. How-â
âLook, Iâm sorry,â you allowed yourself one little look at the boy before feeling your heart drop. Youâd never seen such a sad look on his face before. You grabbed your bag before standing up, âI just forgot, Iâm sorry. IâŠIâll see you around.â
You were off and out of the cafeteria before he could say anything. You left him sitting there, staring after you with a heartbroken expression. Youâd never forgotten, youâd never turned him down before. Not until today anyway.
Eddie decided that he wouldnât think too much of it. It was only the first time and maybe you really did have something else pressing to do. He wasnât going to freak out yet; he was sure things would be back to normal order shortly.
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
Except Eddie was wrong. Very wrong.
Not only you had feigned that youâd forgotten movie night, you soon seemed to forget every plan and usual things done with Eddie. Whenever you saw him, you ducked around a corner or walked the other, or hid in the girlsâ bathroom. You never answered the phone when he called your house, and never appeared to be home when he stopped by - which he knew was a lie.Â
Youâd gone from being thick as thieves to slowly drifting apart, and Eddie was scared that he was going to lose you forever. Maybe it was dramatic, but he couldnât imagine a life without you in itâŠ.heâd even wager to say it wasnât worth living. Call him dramatic, which you only did, but he wasnât just going to accept you walking out of his life without some sort of answer.Â
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
It was another afternoon of suffering through the mundane classes at Hawkins High. At least lunch afforded you some to go outside, to breathe and get some fresh air. You were sitting at a small table by yourself, sketchbook open and pencil in hand, but yourself found yourself lacking inspiration. It wasnât until you looked up and stared off into the distance that you noticed Eddie. A small sigh escaped your lips as you watched him stalk off into his secluded little spot behind the schoolâŠwith Chrissy in tow.Â
The two of them were laughing about something, and that just served to make your blood boil. Why would Eddie even need you when he had pretty, perfect little Chrissy at his beck and call? He wouldnâtâŠ.he wouldnât need you anymore.Â
You slammed the sketchbook shut, but not before looking down at what you had mindlessly created. Of course. It was a quick sketch of Eddie, something youâd done a million times before, but today it just served to make the bile rise in your throat.Â
This was harder than you ever dreamed it would be. You missed himâŠyou really fucking missed him.
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
You almost jumped when the chair across from you was pulled out. It was a quiet afternoon in the library, and youâd been the only one working in thereâŠuntil now. You looked up and frowned when you realized it was Eddie. He gave you a small smile before slipping into the seat, âhey.â
âIâm studying,â you pointed to your books as if it wasnât obvious enough, âdo you mind?â
âAre you coming to Hellfire tonight?â youâd skipped out on the last couple of meetings, feeding one of the younger boys some excuse as to why you werenât able to make it. It seemed to placate them well enough, but Eddie wasnât buying it. You sighed lightly before shaking your head.
âI canât,â you lied, âIâve got this big test Iâm studying for, I just donât have the time.â
âFunny,â he mused thoughtfully, âthatâs exactly what you told Dustin last time.â
âI have multiple classes and different tests,â you hissed, âbesides, theyâre AP classes, which require more work than the same basic pre-calc class youâre taking for the third time.â
And oh. That was a shitty low blow and you both knew it. You hated how it sounded as soon the words left your mouth. You didnât mean any of it - you were just angry and wanted him to leave you alone and figured that might work. But Eddie, steadfast and sweet Eddie, wasnât moved.Â
âThis will be the third meeting in a row youâve missed,â he whispered, âyou know the rules - three missed meetings and youâre out. And rules are rules, even when itâs you.â
âFine,â you grabbed your books and shoved them into your book bag, âkick me out then, thatâs fine. Iâll live.â
Okay, there was absolutely something going on that you werenât letting on about. Eddie knew you better than that; youâd never just miss Hellfire for no reason and just not care about being kicked out. That was absolutely not you.
âWait -â
âNo,â you hissed through gritted teeth and stalked out of the library. But Eddie wasnât made. If anything, he was more determined to figure out what was going on.Â
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
It was late but you werenât sleeping just yet. You couldnât - your mind was way too loud and incessant for that. Truthfully you hadn't slept well in weeks, but youâd adapted to living under a cloud of tiredness.Â
It was the loud tapping at your window that snapped you wide away as you looked up from where your head bent down and stared at a textbook. You had no clue what the noise was, and wondered if you should ignore the sound. But then it came again and you knew that it wouldnât stop until you examined what was going on.Â
âYou open the window, or Iâll do it myself,â the voice from outside reached your ears and you quickly pulled the curtains back. There was Eddie Munson, perched on the roof outside your window, ready to open the window himself.
âEddie,â you decided to take mercy on him and opened it so he could come inside. He landed without any grace on your floor, almost tripped over his own feet, âitâs past midnight! What are you doing here?â
âIâm here to see you,â he insisted and you sighed as you sat down on your bed, shaking your head at him. He dropped to his knees in front of you and reached for your hand, which you just pulled away, âwhat is going on, sweetheart? And donât lie to me and say itâs nothing. Youâve been avoiding me for weeks, and we both know it. I just want to know what I did, so I can fix it, I want to make things better. Please, let me fix it.â
âEddie,â tears had already pearled up and run down your cheeks. Of course he wanted to make things better, he was still willing to try despite how terrible youâd been to him, âI-I donât think you can fix it.â
âYou donât know that,â he insisted meekly, âyou just have to tell me what it is.â
âItâs you,â you breathed and watched as his face turned into a look of confusion, âyouâre the problem. And thereâs no way to fix this, not anymore.â
âIâm the problem?â he looked so taken aback, so hurt. He had no clue what he could have done to hurt you or upset you, at least not knowingly. Heâd never hurt you; heâd take the pain and brunt a million times over before letting you get hurt, âwhat do you mean? W-what did I do?â
You wiped at your cheeks with the back of your hand and shook your head before exhaling shakily. Youâd already made a fool out of yourself, might as well get it all out there in the open, âIâm in love with you.â
A heavy, thick silence fell over the two of you as he watched you closely and you just sniffled and looked anywhere but at him. He spoke up when he couldn't stand it anymore, âwhatâs so bad about that?â
âEddie,â you turned back to him and noticed he had the softest and most gentle of smiles on his face. That just confused you more, âI canât be your best friend and be so in love with you and watch you fawn over girls and date them and eventuallyâŠforget about me.â
âWait, Iâm confusedâŠwhat do you mean other girls?âÂ
âPretty girls, the ones that you like, like Chrissy,â you shrugged and tried to act like your heart wasnât completely broken, âI saw you with her.â
âI donâtâŠI donât like Chrissy,â he confessed as your brows knitted in confusion, âsheâs nice and I was with her, to sell her some stuff for a party, and another time for some advice.â
âEveryone likes herâŠâ you shrugged lightly, âyou can tell me the truth, that youâre into her and all those other pretty cheerleaders. Besides, what advice could you possibly get from her? Itâs fine if youâre into her, Eddie, it justâŠI donât think I can be your friend and have to see you with her all the time. Maybe thatâs really selfish, but itâs true.â
âStop, please - just listen to me for a moment. I was asking her about you,â he professed and you looked to find his eyes searching you. Your mouth opened and closed a few times and Eddie took advantage to brush a few rogue locks of hair out of your face, âbecause youâd been avoiding me and acting like you hate me. I was asking her what I could do to get you to talk to me again.â
âOhâŠa-and what did she say?â
âShe told me to be honest with you,â it was his turn to breathe shakily, his eyes soft but nervous, âto get it all out there and tell you that Iâm in love with you.â
Your eyes snapped to his, positive you hadnât heard him correctly. There was no way that he said what you had been so desperately wanting to hear for years. This had to be you trying to manifest your dream into reality. He laughed nervously when you didnât say anything, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly.
âWhat did you say?â your voice was so soft and small as you looked at him nervously, âEddie?â
âI said I was in love with you,â he plopped onto the floor, sitting in front of you as he waited for you to say something - anything.
âDo you mean it?â
âYes,â he promised, âof course I do. Iâd never lie to you. IâŠI thought you knew, I thought it was so obvious. And then when you started pushing me away, I got scared. I thought I was going to lose you forever.â
You slid off the bed and flopped onto the floor so you were sitting across from him, your leg resting against yours. You swallowed the lump in your throat before leaning in to him, âI thought I was going to lose you forever too.â
He exhaled through his nose sharply, making a small sound of amusement before looking at you intensely, âsoâŠwhere does that leave us? If you still donât want anything to do with me, I can leave. Whatever youâd want, I respect.â
Your silence almost killed him as you seemed to be mulling over something. Every moment seemed to take an eternity as he waited for you to speak. He was braced and ready to leave, figuring you really were done with him.
But then, suddenly and surprising the both of you, you leaned in and kissed him. It wasnât even a proper kiss, more of a brush of lips, saccharine and shy. You sat back down, your entire face and body flushing with warmth as you looked at him nervously. You found the biggest and most lovesick smile on his face as his bambi eyes softened.Â
He reached for you, his hands settling on your waist before he pulled you into his lap. You gasped in surprise at the suddenness of his action, finding yourself face to face with him. He settled a hand on your face, tenderly brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek. You couldnât stop yourself from leaning into his touch, sighing softly as the feel of his soft palm and calloused fingertips.Â
He leaned in and you couldn't help but wonder what was coming next. Was he going to kiss you and then call it a day? Was he just going to leave? Was he-
Eddie quickly answered your question by kissing you, his hand going from your cheek to tenderly cup your neck. You leaned into his touch and let him take the lead. He didn't stop kissing you until you were dizzied and drunk off his touch. You imagined this so many times, and so many ways, but nothing compared to the real thing.
"I love you," he gently cradled your face in his hands and it felt like he was looking into the depths of your being, into your soul. You wrapped your hands around his wrists and blinked back your tears, âI mean it, sweetheart. Itâs always been you. And Iâm sorry that I ever did anything to make you like it wasnât you.â
âItâs been you too,â you whispered softly, causing his cheeks to flush a pretty shade of pink, âalways you, Eddie.â
âFuck,â he sighed softly before kissing you again, âIâve been waiting so long to hear you say that, sweetheart. Youâve been my dream girl since we met, you know.â
âThatâs a strong way of putting itâŠâ you wanted to hide your warm face, but he wouldnât let you. He shook his head softly, clearly disagreeing with you.
âBut itâs true,â he insisted softly, âcan I kiss you again?â
âI donât ever want you to stop,â you confessed sweetly, causing his heart to practically melt, âI want everything with you, Eddie.â
âEverything?â
âEverything,â you promised, taking advantage of his momentary shock to kiss him again. You could feel him smiling against your lips before he kissed along your jaw and down your neck, biting at the delicate skin to leave behind a haze of pretty lavender bruises. You already felt like youâd died and gone to heaven, âEddie.â
âCan I make love to you?â
âYes,â you pulled back to your lips and kissed him gently, âplease.â
#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie muson x fem!reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson one shot#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x you#joseph quinn x reader#st
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Omg omg omg I just thought about uconn wbb team with their manager on live moments. Can we get a headcannon or fic for this?
I like to think that despite being the manager, she is best friends with the team and tends to be with them (they totally didnât pull her from her work cuz she works so much noooooo, not at all)
(^ this could also possible be why people are suspicious of she has something going on with one of the team members cuz sheâs almost ALWAYS with them even outside of school and itâs to a point where ppl are like âumđ€š sheâs around yâall a lot to JUST be a manager.âJust food for thoughtđ)
BUT IN THIS CASE, as i mentioned before we canât expect manager-baby to be in tiktokâs and other videos and just (somehow) not being pulled into their live shenanigans.
BUT this is where people see a. just how done the manager is with the girls and b. THEIR PERSONALITY
I guarentee the girls always say how the manager is like âsheâs very witty/sarcastic/a smartass/sweet/hyper.â and ppl at first are like â??? you mean that manager with a mean ass death stare?? no way.â And this is where the live moments come through.
You can really see how much she cherishes the team and her bond with them, and no matter how much they may bicker and tease eachother. They love one another.
Thereâs 100% a tiktok compilation of the manager being sassy/a smartass in lives you cannot convince me otherwise. Also I think manager has a MEAN ass side eye.
Along the sweetness you can also see how much they fuckin bicker.
âKK, youâre delulu with or without a man involved.â
KK: âOkay youâre off the live.â *shifts camera*
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âPaige you have the confidence of a much taller woman.â
Paige: âBro Iâm LITERALLY taller than you.â
âThatâs what makes it more embarrassing.â
ââ-
Also, THE TEAM PULLS OUT MANAGERS SOFT SIDE!!!! Manager may be strict but is very sweet and loving. I also personally headcannon that theyâre one of those people that call their friends pet names like âbabyâ âbabesâ âdarlingâ âloveâ âsugarâ âpumpkinâ etc. on instinct cuz of their sweet nature. And itâs not like theyâre TRYING to fluster people, itâs just what they do. Manager loves platonic love!!!! Theyâre also the girls safe place.
Manager canât help but melt when it comes to the team because she just cares for them so much and they just easily take away her tough guy mask.
Also more rare clips of manager lowkey (high key) flirting with the team, which is something she tends to do off camera but sometimes slips out when the cameras rolling. (Thereâs 100% someone on the team that calls the manager their wife. The âyall argue like a married couple.â people)
-đč
yes, nonnie!! manager is really close with the team because she's known them for so long and she spends sooo much time with them, it's kinda bound to happen
at first i feel like people would not like manager just because she's the friendilest (AT FIRST!!!!) but when they begin to make tik toks/do lives with her, everyone falls in love with her!!!!!!!
she's very much the glue of the team and like, she has a dynamic with everyone on the team. her and nika are like BEST friends, kk and her have a little/older sister dynamic, paige and her have an old married couple dynamic, so on and so forth. every loves a good dynamic so everyone just falls in love with her!!
oh my god, YES. she becomes a staple in UConn "fandom" bc like, she's just so iconic like??? there's like a million compilations of manager side eyeing people bc its sooo funny
the whole petname thing is SO real, thats also why people start to believe that she's dating one of the playersđđ ALSO, when she meets fans and stuff, she will call them petnames (again cus it's like normal for her) and again people just fall in love w her
there are more random manager headcanons coming soon promise đ«¶đŒ
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how I feel about gravity falls ships (pines twins edition)!:
younger pines twins:
dipper x pacifica: I love this ship so much!!! They complete each other!!! Practically canon.
mabel x pacifica: they would be the best sugar and salt couple ever!! Love this!!!
mabel x gideon: nope. Gideon is too manipulative and pushy and doesnât match her, but I am curious about someone that would like gideon and gideon would like them back.
dipper x wendy: if dipper were the same age as wendy then obviously, but if he isnât, then itâs a no.
dipper x bill: I literally gagged writing that. No way. Even though dipper is like ford in several, he canât be swayed as easily as him and has a problem trusting people heâs just met. And bill would literally appear out of nowhere in his dreams. Heâd call bs to that.
dipper x mabel: đ
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ââïž get the hell away from me. Ur ass donât deserve this showđĄ
older pines twins edition:
ford x bill: YESSSSS. A HUNDRED PERCENT YESSSS. NO ONE WILL EVER BE ABLE TO SWAY ME INTO THINKING ANYTHING ELSE. THEY WERE TOGETHER. THEY BELONG TOGETHER. IT IS CANON.
ford x fiddleford: they would be the cutest couple ever. Forehead kisses and holding hands and talking about being nerds together. Such couple goalsđđ
stan x fiddleford: bonded over a egotistical and self centered ford who treated them badly. Can one hundred percent see this happening after ford was thrown into the portal.
stan x bill: it wouldnât work out. Theyâre both con artists and can see through each otherâs tricks. But that could also be something that they bond over so I kinda donât knowâŠ..
bonus: Iâm a fan of toh and gf, so stan x eda. It would be fuckin hilarious if eda was the woman that stan married in Vegas. They would definitely bond platonically now because they both got a chance to be someoneâs parental figure. Theyâre both big softies in the heart and willing to do anything to protect their families. But just me, if I got someone as hot as eda, she wonât be able to get rid of meâŠ. Rose x eda foreverâŠ
I felt like writing an essay because wellâIâm very bored and enjoy procrastinating.
#gravity falls#bill cipher#alex hirsch#the book of bill#billford#fiddlestan#fiddauthor#gravity falls ships#stanbill#dipper x pacifica#mabel x pacifica#mystery twins#fandom ships#toh#eda clawthorne#eda x stan#god I wishâŠ.
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Love you forever Nat. Stay safe, okay? And whether in this life or the next, I hope you get to see Clint again. â€ïžđ€đ
Natasha Romanoff
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#black widow#comics black widow#natasha romanoff#comics natasha romanoff#marvel comics#marvel zombies#i love her platonically so fuckin much
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