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mrsjellymunson · 3 days ago

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Something Old, Something New

Written for the @steddiemicrofic January challenge prompt ‘new’ || WC target: 517 || Rating: M || CW: very brief and vague allusion to sex, self-doubt, sentiment, fluff || Tags: nervous!Eddie Munson, background Steve Harrington, Wayne Munson, very background Al Munson

OLD

Eddie reaches into the collar of his shirt and runs his fingertips along the tarnished chain. It’s his old guitar pick necklace, the one he was wearing the day they met. He remembers how Steve asked about it, nervously. How he fiddled with it when they first spent time alone. How it swung over his face and chest when they finally—

“How are you doing? Really?”

Eddie looks away from the hotel mirror to regard his uncle. He tries to sound confident, but his voice cracks a little.

“I’m fine, honestly. You’re here, my friends are all here. It doesn’t get much better than that, right?”

NEW

“You look good, son.”

Eddie turns.

“Thanks, Wayne. But honestly, I think this suit is doing most of the work.”

He fusses in front of the mirror again, smoothing the black fabric and adjusting his tie for the dozenth time.

“Steve insisted I go to the same tailor he used, but also get something that was really me. I dunno though, I feel like a penguin.”

Wayne tries to quash Eddie’s self-doubt, which is clearly about more than the suit.

“Listen, I know you’re not used to someone taking care of you like this. But he’s good for you. He’s helping you to see your worth. And you’re good for him too. You keep him grounded, and will always remind him of how much he’s loved.”

Eddie gives him a thin-lipped smile.

BORROWED

Wayne clears his throat as he reaches inside his jacket. Pulling out a worn velvet box, he murmurs,

“I wanted you to have this, for today.”

Eddie takes it, a confused look on his face. He’s seen it at the back of Wayne’s closet, but never asked what it was.

He lifts the lid to reveal a watch, clearly antique. Gold or brass, he neither knows nor cares; it’s beautiful.

“It was your grandfathers. I managed to hide it, keep it from, well, you know…”

Eddie frowns and nods. Had his father known about this he would’ve pawned it without a moment’s thought.

Eddie places it on his wrist as his uncle fastens the clasp.

“I got the strap altered for ya. Had to measure one of those darned leather bracelets one day when you were in the shower. I felt like a goddamned secret agent’r somethin’.”

Eddie snorts as his uncle shakes his head.

He regards himself in the mirror again. The suit, the watch. He stands a little taller, a little straighter. Maybe Wayne’s right? He can do this. He deserves this.

BLUE

He glances out the window to where Steve’s baby-blue pick-up truck sits gleaming in the parking lot.

The Party’s decorated it with white satin ribbons, soda cans on string, and ‘Just Wed’ on the rear window in chalk marker. Eddie makes out geometric shapes, and wonders who suggested drawing D&D dice instead of hearts.

Wayne checks in one more time.

”You sure you’re okay, son?”

Eddie looks at his uncle and nods assertively, smiling.

“Definitely. It’s a new beginning. I’m marrying the love of my life, and I couldn’t be happier.”

A/N: You could take this literally, where the Something Old is Eddie’s necklace and/or the heirloom watch, and the Something New is his new suit and/or Steve’s pick-up. Or, you might prefer that Something Old is Eddie’s lingering self-doubt, and Something New is his burgeoning self-confidence and self-worth, or their new beginning, as they step into their new life together. Or you might pick both, or something different, it's entirely up to you.

A/N2: I initially wrote this to imply Eddie was getting ready to read the eulogy at Steve’s funeral, only to pull an abrupt switcheroo near the end. But quite frankly I couldn’t bring myself to write anything sad right now, even if it did end happily, as I think we all need cheering up given current world events.

And in case anyone’s interested, here’s the meaning behind the old rhyme:

“The Old English [Victorian era] rhyme is all about good luck charms, "Something Olde (symbolizes continuity), Something New (offers optimism for the future), Something Borrowed (represents borrowed happiness), Something Blue (purity, love and fidelity), and a Sixpence (maybe a 5 cent piece) in your Shoe (prosperity).”

Tagging my general list (open, just ask): @joejoequinnquinn @jamdoughnutmagician @guiltyasquinn @madaboutmunson @airen256 @sunshinepeachx @the-unforgivenn @skrzydlak @comeonatmebruh @jamiecb66 @80s-addict @abellmunsonmovie @definitionwanderlust @sheneedsrocknroll92 @munson-blurbs @wonderlanddreamer @daisy-munson @maedesculpaeusoubi @kurdtbean @mediocredreams @in2tswft @micheledawn1975 @littlebebebunny @12thatsanumber @alastorssimp @the-baby-angel @eddie-is-a-god @wolfqueenxxx @losingmygrasponreality @richter-raccoon @1deverland @evileyeandthecattywhumps @3rd-conchord @bellalillyrose

More Eddie & Steddie on my masterlist

#steddie microfic #steddiemicrofic #prompt: new #steddie #steddie fluff #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie fic #wayne munson #Steve Harrington’s new pick-up truck #steve’s blue truck #Eddie munson in a suit #WE HAVE A WEDDING #eddie munson fluff #steve harrington fluff #steddie wedding

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emsprovisions · 2 days ago

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Happy Wednesday everyone! Today's a bit of a crazy day but I'll try and make a post about fandom memories soon! It is the cutest idea and I love it. This is a bit from the Carlos fic I've been working on, that was originally supposed to be about Carlos confronting his religious trauma, but this fic is taking me on a ride in multiple directions and I am really loving playing with it so far! So please enjoy this lengthy snippet! 💕

“Hey, babe,” TK smiles, looking at Carlos like he hung the sun, the moon, and the stars. “Hungry?”

“Yeah,” Carlos smiles. “It’s a nice day. Do y’all want to eat outside?”

“Yes!” Jonah practically vibrates in his shoes where he stands at TK’s side. “Please, Carlos!”

Carlos laughs, “alright, buddy, hang on, I just need to go grab a few things from my desk.”

A moment later, Carlos returns, placing the standard issue, white Stetson onto Jonah’s head instead of his own. The too-big hat falls over Jonah’s eyes, making him break out into a fit of giggles as he pushes it up his head. Carlos and TK smile at his immeasurable joy and lead him back the way they came, to the elevator.

“What’s on tap for lunch today?” Carlos asks, leaning against a wall in the elevator as he and TK watch Jonah crouch low to the floor on the ride down before he jumps as high as he can as it lurches to a stop.

“I took the leftover brisket from the other night and made sandwiches,” TK says. “There’s steak fries too.”

“Well that sounds amazing, babe,” Carlos smiles at his husband as the elevator dings and the doors seamlessly slide open, a blast of cool air from the foyer chasing them inside.

He almost misses it as they step out into the high-eighty degree weather that can only be described as a Texas spring day in early March.

They haven’t had Jonah in their custody for too long yet. Carlos’s sick leave after he was shot taking down his father’s killer ended over a month ago. He still has a hard time chewing the unsavory former Chief Bridges’s name in his mouth.

He’d been his father’s friend. A coworker for the better part of thirty-something years. A confidant most likely. The same man to take Carlos under his wing and march him in his father’s footsteps.

But Carlos is doing better now.

He has a therapist. He’s more open with his mom these days. He has TK to lean on. And he has Sam too, when he needs someone who gets it on the very same level as him. He has a fantastic support group, and with it, TK’s mentioned he’s noticed a bit of the Carlos he’d fallen in love with creeping back in.

“You’re smiling again, baby,” TK says softly, just for Carlos to hear as they claim a picnic table under some shady trees to eat their lunch.

“I’m happy to see you,” Carlos shrugs with a smile.

“I’m happy to see you too,” TK’s own smile grows, love twinkling in his eyes.

Carlos wonders sometimes if he’s dreaming up this perfect life, but he’d once told TK in front of all the people they both know and love that TK is the dream he’s never allowed himself to have. He’s allowing himself to have it now, he thinks, this life full of love for his husband and for Jonah.

Thank you for the tags @thisbuildinghasfeelings @paperstorm @lemonlyman-dotcom @everlastingday @futures-tense @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @nisbanisba @carlossreaders @bonheur-cafe @alrightbuckaroo

No pressure tags @whatsintheboxmh @ironheartwriter @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @tellmegoodbye @eclectic-sassycoweyes @butchreyes @lightningboltreader @henrygrass @rangersoup @chicgeekgirl89 @decafdino @captain-gillian @nancys-braids @welcometololaland + Open tag 🏷

#wip wednesday #tarlos #jonah morgan #911 lone star #em writes

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mushgloomz · 12 hours ago

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Hey there, lovely! I have a Joel request!

So i have an ear infection and fever and not feeling great and I'd love a smutty comfort fic of Joel taking care of you but also getting kind of obsessed with filthy thoughts about how warm and inviting your skin feels and that leads to him taking care of you/making you feel better in a whole other way.

Thank you! I love your writing!

EEK thank you so so much <3 one hot n steamy caregiver!Joel fic coming up my friend x

• Rating: 18+, MINORS DNI

• Tags: language, female reader, oral (f!receiving), pussy pronouns (she, her), joel being a slut for giving head :)

There were no words for just how shitty you felt. Every menial task you’d completed had left you entirely deflated by the afternoon; a sniffling, puffy-faced wreck sprawled across the tattered couch in your lounge. At this point, you’d rather take your chances with cordyceps over whatever virus was plaguing you at present. A tickle in your nose crept up on you, eventually manifesting itself as a sneeze. The pressure through your skull with the expulsion made your sinuses sing out with searing pain. Fuck cordyceps, even the sweet release of death seemed tempting now.

Very much in the throes of delirium, Joel returned from his patrol. His boots clomped along the hardwood flooring, the sound echoing as though they were made of lead. You instinctually squeezed your eyes closed but even that hurt; a quiet whine of discomfort passing your cracked lips. As he walked into the lounge where you were nestled, Joel let out a soft, rumbling hum as he acknowledged your presence.

“Still feelin’ rough, darlin’?”

Usually you couldn’t get enough of Joel’s gravelly baritone, but in that moment, it reverberated inside your head far too loudly. Another pained whine rolled from your throat as you covered your ears. “Joel, please be quiet…”, you mumbled, eyes screwed shut. By now, Joel had made his way around the leather couch and was stood in front of you, peering down with his burly arms crossed over his chest. A sympathetic smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a much quieter grumble passing his lips.

“C’mon sweetheart, tuck those legs up ‘n’ lemme sit next to you.”

With a groan and a concerted amount of effort on your part, you pulled your legs up toward your torso. Joel slumped into the space on the couch that your legs had previously occupied before patting his lap.

“Atta girl. You can lay ‘em back down now.”

Another groan later and your legs were strewn over thick denim-covered thighs. A calloused hand worked itself slowly over your shins, another resting on the meat of your thigh, tracing soft patterns into the skin there. It worked wonders at relieving some of the discomfort brought on by the full body ache you endured; a soft, appreciative sigh lilting from you. The delicate sound elicited a smile from your newfound masseuse.

“That feel good, baby?”

All you could muster was a slow, appreciative nod - even that made your head throb with the motion. Joel hummed, apparently satisfied with the response. His hands continued to work your aching limbs with a featherlight touch, each stroke of a palm causing you to somehow slump deeper into the upholstery beneath you. Despite the persistent pounding behind your eyes, you felt more relaxed than you had in hours.

“Skin’s burnin’ up, baby. You’re real poorly, aren’t ya?”

You couldn’t help it – the opportunity to be babied presented itself on a gleaming pedestal at his softly spoken words. Pouting your bottom lip, forcing your eyes to open just slightly in order to look over at him, you nodded once again. This was your area of expertise; you knew the man like the back of your hand, and shit, you were going to use it. Your eyes followed Joel’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard, his own eyes fixed on the glistening pink lip you stuck out at him. The hand resting on your thigh squeezed ever so gently.

“Don’t gimme that look, pretty girl…”

There was an unconvincing firmness to the rumbling voice; you could practically hear the cogs whirring and winding in his head as he toyed with the moral grey area your expression posed to him, contemplating on whether he should look after you, or look after you. Honestly, you weren’t sure what you’d prefer either.

“Dunno what you mean…”, you whispered, your throat scratching and adding to the needy tone you took. You could tell that it would only be a matter of time before he took the bait as he removed the hand from your shins to rub the back of his neck.

“Y’know damn well what I mean, baby.”

He was right, you were all too aware of the effect that you were having on him; a familiar firmness pressing against your calf as it rested in his lap. It did nothing but spur you on, as you intentionally dragged your leg lazily over the growing bulge in his jeans. He squeezed your thigh again, his grip firmer, a small grunt rumbling from this throat as he did so. Joel moved, as if to kiss you, but you held up an arm in protest and turned your head. “Don’t need you getting sick as well”, you said softly, not wanting to offend as you resisted his efforts.

Joel smirked as he retreated, a devious twinkle residing deep in his eyes as he looked you over. The gaze he had over you made your stomach knot with anticipation; you’d reeled him in with your performance – hook, line and sinker.

“You want me to look after you, sweet girl?”

Something had shifted in his tone; the question was just as endearing as before, but now laced with intent as his voice dropped an octave. A plush pink tongue swept over his bottom lip as he let his eyes scan over you. Joel shifted underneath your legs, palming your thighs in opposite directions until one slunk off the couch. “W-What are you doing? I said I don’t want you getting sick”, you half-protested.

“Ain’t gonna get sick if I stay down here now will I?”

The logic behind Joel’s question was hazy at best, but like fuck were you going to argue, especially as he lowered his head down to press gentle kisses along the inner thigh of the leg that remained on the couch. The caress of his lips against such sensitive skin sent shockwaves straight to the building heat between your legs. A heady sigh left your now-parted lips.

Fingers tucked themselves under the waistband of your pale blue cotton shorts, coaxing the garment along your legs until they were able to be discarded. The same followed with your underwear, though once removed, the motherfucker brought them to his face to inhale deeply, a growl of desire echoing from him as he did so. Any semblance of taking it easy and resting was long gone.

Who were you to try and deny the beautiful man between your legs access? Your leg propped up onto his shoulder and you were swiftly rewarded for your cooperation as Joel pursed his lips around the skin of your inner thigh, sucking until a small purple welt bloomed there. Kisses trailed higher, wet and firm, until he looked up just as he was about to reach where you needed him most.

“Sweet girl, shoulda told me you needed me this much. Woulda kissed her better if I knew she’d been cryin’ like this the whole time.”

The rich brown hue of Joel’s eyes was hardly visible; stretched into a slender ring around his blown pupils. Joel adored eating you out - it was the perfect combination of low physical effort and high reward. Of course he loved fucking you, but his knees weren’t quite what they used to be in his thirties. Spread out in front of him, Joel could lay down and make you see stars without having to pace himself.

He blew a cold stream of air against your clit, making your hips roll gratuitously toward his mouth. A dark chuckle replaced the cold gust with warmth as he remained hovered over your slick cunt, amused by your eagerness.

“Stay still baby. Ya gotta rest; can’t take care of you if you’re fidgetin’.”

You couldn’t help the small whimper that passed your lips as a strong hand splayed over your hip, pressing down and pinning you in place. Ever the tease, Joel kept his eyes locked on yours as he lowered his head, painstakingly slow, until contact was made.

He pressed his tongue, flat and wide, against your pussy before dragging from your entrance all the way to your clit. If there was any doubt in your mind about how much Joel enjoyed the act, it was swiftly removed as his groan of pleasure harmonised with the breathy moan that was forced from your mouth. Moustache now glistening, he raised his head once more as he spoke.

“Taste so fuckin’ good baby, so sweet. Gonna give me toothache.”

The man all but moaned the words at you before diving back down between your legs, ravenous after the taste he’d just had. As he lapped hungrily at your core, you saw his hips rolling against the cushion of the couch. It was downright pornographic, as was the moan that you let out as his tongue worked its way back up to your throbbing clit.

You reached an eager hand into the salt-and-pepper curls that littered the crown of his head, threading your fingers in between the strands and tugging just so. Too invested in the sensation of your needy pussy against his tongue, he opted to groan against you, not wanting to break contact for even a second. The gentle vibration that the sound produced was better than any archaic sex toy you’d been able to find whilst scavenging in the city.

Your spine arched off of the leather, your hips still held down firmly with one hand, like a territorial dog resource-guarding its favourite meal.

“God damn, pretty girl. Gonna make a mess of you.”

“That’s it, lemme hear ya.”

“Such a good girl for me, darlin’.”

The filth that reached your ears only departed Joel’s slick-covered mouth when he came up for air momentarily. You could feel the coil in the pit of your stomach getting wound tighter and tighter; each flick of his tongue over your clit punctuated with a whispered moan of your name sending your mind and body into overdrive. The way he said your name was akin to a prayer whispered amongst pews, as if your cunt alone was the man’s saving grace.

The obscene visual of Joel grinding his hips desperately into the worn brown leather couch was the last straw. Your fingers, still interwoven in his hair, stiffened and pulled as your mind stilled, thoughts replaced in their entirety by blinding pleasure. Whimpering, your thighs trembled and Joel grunted against you, working you through your orgasm.

After ensuring that every aftershock of euphoria had been acknowledged and attended to, Joel reluctantly lifted himself from between your legs. The space between his nose and chin glistened, a testament to his devotion in getting you off. “Y-You’re far too good at that…”, you trailed off, something distracting you before you could finish your sentence.

Joel sat himself upright, snuggling himself back under your legs as he had done earlier, his cheeks flushed as he grinned at you.

“Pleasure’s all mine, baby.”

And you believed it; the small damp patch in the front of his jeans that you’d noticed just moments ago going unmentioned - he looked far too proud of himself to tease him about it right this second.

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(gif isn’t mine, but sorry can you not imagine how delicious that face would look with a damp sheen over his mouth??? i’m unwell)

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buntress · 1 day ago

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[IDs courtesy of @idmutts]

❝ Bělmeriti ❞

[PT :: Bělmeriti]

Alternative Spelling :: Byelmeriti Pronunciation :: Byel-mehr-ee-tee Word Source :: Běl - proto-slavic word bě̃lъ meaning white (source) Mer - proto-slavic word mertì meaning to die (source) Iti - A proto-slavic suffix similar to ic (source)

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Definition :: Bělmeriti is an umbrella term that can be used as a gender, a term for nonhumanity, an identity system, or in connection to other genders. Bělmeriti revolves around the concepts of darkness, cold, death, and isolation. A horrific cold that you can't escape, a chill in your bones as you desperately search for warmth. Trapped behind a wall of ice, desperate to escape your isolation, but unable to pass through the white death of the snowstorm that keeps you isolated. There is no escape from this cold, from this darkness. You will die here, teeth chattering and brain numb from the horrid cold. Concepts :: ❅ Cold ❅ Death ❅ Darkness ❅ Isolation ❅ Snowstorms // Heavy Snow ❅ Winter ❅ Silence ❅ Being trapped ❅ Survival Based Cannibalism ❅ Hunger // Starvation ❅ Madness ❅ Fear ❅ Night ❅ Hypothermia ❅ White & Blue This is not an extensive list but simply examples of what this term can contain.

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More Info + Alt Flags under the cut! For :: Anon, technically, but I had adderall in my system and went a lil nutso bonkers lol Notes :: This term is heavily inspired by Jacob Gellers video essay, Fear of Cold as well as The Thing (1982) and the game series Metro! Also along with the sourced wiktionary, I had the help of my lovely friend @sophie-spouting-specific-sighs who helped me in finding resources. We were originally going to use Old Church Slavonic, but the vibes just weren't right. Too fancy yknow? So we decided on proto-slavic instead to keep a more historical yet grounded feeling :3 Also thanks to my amazing beautiful handsome wonderful gf @chaoticsonder-mw for help w/ the teminology <3333

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Bělmeriti Terminology ::

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General Terminology :: ❅ Bělity (Byehl-it-ee) - Equivalent of femininity // masculinity // neutrality. ❅ Běline (Byel-eye-nn) - Equivalent of feminine // masculine ❅ TransBělmer (Trans-byel-mehr) - Term for transitioning to Bělmeriti (⚠️ Only to be done if non-harmful⚠️) ❅ BělmIN - Bělmeriti In Nature ❅ Grim // Cryo // Corpse - Equivalents to boy // girl ❅ Bělle (Byeh-ll) // Merter (Mehr-tur) - Equivalents to woman // man. ❅ Icicle - A bělmeriti person ❅ Anchor // Bight -A bělmeriti adult ❅ Frazil - A bělmeriti minor

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Attraction Terms :: ❅ Blizzard - Bělmeriti 4 Bělmeriti attraction ❅ Dyatlov Pair - Term for a two person // monogamous bělmeriti relationship ❅ Donner Party - Term for a polyamorous bělmeriti relationship ❅ Frostbit(e) - A bělmeriti crush ❅ Snow Well - A bělmeriti partner (derived from tree well) ❅ Cabinmate // Icemate // Cryomate - A bělmeriti spouse

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Tagging ::

[PT :: Tagging]

Archive Tagging :: @radiomogai @horrormogai @gendersystemarchive

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Taglist :: @thatonegaybrit @mimiscoiningcafe @discrophy @horrgores @smilepilled

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Cont Taglist :: @fukounagrl @scr-ppup

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Additional Tags :: @rammgender @transmourning @obscurian @melodicarias @apotheo-bah

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Cont Tags :: @honey-makes-mogai

#🦇 :: Coining #Bělmeriti #Byelmeriti #umbrella term #identity system #mogai #mogai coining #liom #liom coining #qai #qai coining #endo safe #mspec safe #coining #gender coining #flag coining

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heartstringsduet · 1 day ago

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Favorite Fandom moments (this got way too long who is surprised) Thanks for tagging me: @tellmegoodbye @nisbanisba @reyesstrand

@welcometololaland @rmd-writes

@she-walked-away @everlastingday @strandnreyes

1. I binged season 1-3 in December 2022 by myself. A fun fact about me, i HATE procedurals. Usually I can manage a few episodes and enjoy them and then I think the formula of episodic rescues/crime solving is too boring. I thought I could maybe stay for the hot gay dudes I saw on my dash. But I fell in love with so much more than that. I rarely have shows with ensamble casts where I genuinely really like all characters. Michelle is the only exception. Goddamn that woman should only play faeries for the rest of her life. And weirdly, something I appreciate is watching these three seasons all by myself. It allowed me to really take the episodes in without any outside opinions or controversies or even over-hyping through others. I loved the show all by myself. And though a part of me wishes I would have found it earlier, I find a lot of joy in having these three seasons locked deep in my own heart, just for me.

2. Okay after all that too long blabbering, of COURSE I have to say the friends I made. Friendship has always been my biggest source of joy. Always. And I'm so blessed to have so many friends in my life, and more blessed to add people on my dash to them. If we text sometimes/often/daily or I just like your personal posts, know that I really care for what you put out there. You all matter to me, and I mean that.

3. Meeting some of you peeps IRL. And hoping to expand the list 💓

4. Sending out Holiday cards. Truly, I love doing it so much, even if the production last year was stressful I hope this year people will still be here and be interested in getting my lil card. And ofc I loved the ones I got back.

5. How creative and wonderful this fandom is. We are quite smol, but look at the big things we create. 2022 was the toughest year of my life, and a lot of what followed was an ebb and flow mentally, but one thing thatr eally helped me was to be more creative. And I thank every one of you who has left comments or sweet tags or created something themselves that keeps me motivated.

6. The Hello! Rafa/Ronen photoshoot . Still lives in my head rent-free.

7. Having people beta-read my humble writing. It helps me a lot! Just like reading fics by people whose writing I admire (y'all basically).

8. Fandom events. Like Gotcha charity, but also the Holiday exchanges and the watch parties and the server and so many little things in the cosmos of this fandom.

9. Even the disagreements. Idk. Very family dynamic to me and I don't mean to downplay how marginalized people are affected by some of it. But you tell me you hate someone's outfit and I will lovingly side-eye you like a cousin. It kind of is necessary to the eco system of fandom to not all be harmonious.

10. Most of all, how welcoming this fandom was from the very beginning. I try to be part of that. If I ever annoy you with engaging with personal posts, that's why. I want you to feel heard.

OPEN TAG (please use it if you want to participate and tag me back so I see!)

@herefortarlos @tellmegoodbye @paperstorm @eclectic-sassycoweyes

@emsprovisions @sapphic--kiwi @lightningboltreader @reasonandfaithinharmony

@alrightbuckaroo @theghostofashton @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk

@rangersoup @freneticfloetry @literateowl @firstprince-history-huh

@neversleepuntilfive @certifiedflower @ironheartwriter @henrygrass

@never-blooms @whatsintheboxmh @girlsnightout304 @bonheur-cafe

@lutavero @guardian-angle22 @toomanycupsoftea @actual-sleeping-beauty

@butchreyes @goodways @thisbuildinghasfeelings @ladytessa74 @lemonlyman-dotcom

@birdclowns @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @ameriicansrequiems @ambiguouspenny

@liminalmemories21 @louis-ii-reyes-strand @chicgeekgirl89 @fitzherbertssmolder

#911 lone star #fandom talk #michelle rambles #I LOVE YOU ALL OKKKKKKKKKKK

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 2 days ago

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Sweet on You, Chapter 6

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: HERE

Warnings/Tags: Sugar Daddy!Matt Murdock, Idiots to Lovers, No Age Gap, Alternating PoV, No Use of Y/N

Word Count: ~3700

A/N: Guess who's back, back again? Matty's back, tell a friend...

After months of fucking off to who-knows-where, Matt finally sauntered back into the writing room in my head with a smirk on his face and the DDBA trailer in tow, so expect updates to all of my Matt fics to start back up!

As always, many thanks to @realfernmayo for the divider!!!

Tag List: @danzer8705 @capylore @shouldbestudying41 @atemydadforbreakfast @peachy-flxwr @sleepysleepymom @fishinsuits @milkbummm @lazyxsquirrel @beezusvreeland @caughtthefever @bohemianrhapsody86 @yarrystyleeza @indestructeible @pepperthebi-spy @kezibear

“I need you to stay late,” Mr. DiStefano said the following evening as you prepared to leave the office.

You paused in the middle of unlocking your desk drawer to retrieve your purse. “Wait, what? Why?”

“Harrison just called, he wants to completely redo the condos we're designing for him so he's coming in for an emergency meeting. I need you here to take notes.”

You frowned. Harrison Coco was the head of the Coco Corporation, one of the largest and most prestigious development companies in New York. “He’s coming in tonight ?”

Mr. DiStefano shook his head. “I don't like it either, but he's our biggest client. I don't want to run the risk of losing his account.”

“Can't it at least wait until tomorrow? I had plans this evening.”

“Oh, well, if whatever it is you had planned is more important than your job , then…” Mr. DiStefano trailed off, his meaning evident.

You sighed. You had been looking forward to a quiet dinner with Matt after an already hectic day. “No, sir. It's fine, I can see if I can reschedule for another day.”

“Good. Make a pot of coffee, would you? We're going to need it.”

You pulled out your phone as Mr. DiStefano walked back to his office, sighing once again as you texted Matt. I'm really sorry, but I can't make it to dinner tonight.

Your phone immediately chimed with a response. Everything okay?

Yeah, an important client is coming in so my boss is making me work late.

Ah. I see.

“He probably doesn't believe me,” you muttered to yourself. Would you mind taking a raincheck for this weekend? Or I can even do an extra dinner next week if that's preferable.

You chewed on your lip in anticipation, hoping that Matt didn't consider you already in breach of your contract and tell you to just forget about the whole thing.

Would tomorrow work for you? 6 PM at the restaurant instead of 7?

You huffed out a relieved breath. Yes, that should work. Again, I'm so sorry, my boss literally just sprang this on me.

That's quite alright, I have some things I needed to finish up tonight at the office anyway. I'll see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

You put your phone away and headed to the kitchen to brew the requested pot of coffee. Design meetings typically ran for several hours as it was, but meetings with Harrison were always even longer and more detailed. Might as well make extra since I'll probably be here until midnight.

You measured out the coffee grounds then added water to the reservoir, wondering if you'd have the time and energy to at least scarf down the leftover baked chicken you had made the previous evening before needing to get ready for bed or if you should order something to eat at the office for dinner.

You pressed the start button on the coffee machine, deciding to err on the side of caution and order in something.

You headed back to Mr. DiStefano’s office. “I'm going to grab something for dinner, do you want anything?”

Mr. DiStefano nodded. “Yeah, actually. What were you getting?”

“I was thinking maybe that ramen bar down the street.” It was relatively inexpensive and close enough to the office to where you could just run and pick it up rather than having to wait on delivery.

Mr. DiStefano nodded. “That sounds good. Give me a minute and I'll let you know what I want.”

“Okay.”

You went back to the kitchen to pour the coffee you had made into a carafe to keep warm, then brought the carafe into the meeting room and set it on a table against the wall along with some cups, a caddy full of various sweeteners and creamers, and several bottles of water. Okay, I think that's everything.

You walked back into Mr. DiStefano's office. “Decide what you want, sir?”

Mr. DiStefano nodded. “Yeah, get me the black tonkotsu with a side of takoyaki.”

You pulled your phone out to place your orders. “Okay, not a problem.”

Mr. DiStefano pulled his wallet out of his pocket and took out some cash. “Here, this should cover mine.”

You took the money and stuck it in your pocket. “I’ll let you know when I leave to go pick it up. What time will Mr. Coco be arriving?”

“Around 6:30 or so. He just got back into town from a business trip and will be on his way shortly.”

You nodded. At least that would give you enough time to eat. “I’ve got coffee and water set up in the meeting room. Do you need anything else?”

Mr. DiStefano shook his head. “No, I think that’s it for now.”

You went back to your desk and responded to a few emails from clients that you had originally left to answer the next morning, then stopped by Mr. DiStefano's office once again in order to let him know that you were leaving to go pick up dinner.

At least Abbott and Williams have already left for the day so I don't have to worry about having to deal with them too , you thought as you locked the office door behind you.

You walked the three blocks to the restaurant and picked up your order, then headed back.

“Mr. DiStefano, I'm back,” you announced as you unlocked the door and stepped back inside. “They had initially forgotten your okonomiyaki sauce, but I made sure to get them to put extra in the bag for you.”

“Okay, thanks,” Mr. DiStefano said as he came into the lobby. “Before Harrison gets here I need you to pull the current renderings for the condos as well as the designs for the Baker, Hawkins, and Guiducci accounts. Hopefully we can convince him to stick with the original design or at the very least go with something similar to what we've done before.”

There goes my time to actually sit and enjoy my dinner , you thought . It was already 6:00 and it would take you at least 15 minutes to find and pull the requested designs. “Yes, sir.”

You handed him his order and put your own on your desk before going to pull the designs. While most architectural firms were utilizing digital-only designs, DiStefano and Associates still used mostly hand-drawn renderings depending on the needs of the client. “Digital renderings may be faster,” Mr. DiStefano had once put it when you had asked him about it, “but a computer can't give you the warmth and depth of a space that hand-drawn designs can.”

Apparently the architecture world agreed, because DiStefano and Associates had been named one of Architecture Today ’s top firms for the past 5 years straight.

You found the requested plans and brought them to the meeting room then returned to your desk to hurriedly eat your (now cold) dinner.

You had just finished when you heard a tap on the front door. Perfect timing.

You hurriedly threw your take-out container in the trashcan next to your desk and walked over to unlock the door. “Mr. Coco, it's good to see you,” you said with false-but-professional pleasantness as you opened it.

You honestly didn't have anything against him personally -- he was a tall, medium-built, good-looking man around your age with dark hair and piercing blue eyes -- but you couldn't help but be annoyed that he had (unknowingly) caused you to have to cancel your dinner plans for the evening.

“Same to you,” he replied. “And I've asked you before, please call me Harrison. Mr. Coco is my father.”

You stepped out of the doorway to let him inside. “Come on in.”

You locked the door behind him and led him to the meeting room. “I'll let Mr. DiStefano know that you're here.”

Harrison nodded. “Thanks.”

You walked back to Mr. DiStefano's office. “Mr. Coco is waiting for you in the meeting room, sir.”

Mr. DiStefano nodded. “Okay, thanks. I'll be right there.”

You passed by your desk to grab your notebook and returned to the meeting room. “Mr. DiStefano will be with you in a moment. In the meantime, there's fresh coffee and bottled water if you'd like anything to drink, or I can bring you a cup of tea if you'd prefer.”

Harrison looked over at the coffee station, then back at you. “Actually, a cup of tea would be nice.”

You nodded. “We have English Breakfast, green tea, Chai, Earl Grey, honey-chamomile, and herbal peppermint. Which would you prefer?”

Harrison thought for a moment. “Let's do the Chai.”

“Okay, I'll be right back with that.”

You went to the kitchen and brewed a cup of hot water then placed a tea bag in it before returning once again to the meeting room. “Here you are.”

Harrison nodded as you handed him the cup. “Appreciate it. So, how have you been?”

“Fine, thanks.” Harrison was one of the few clients who always took the time to actually speak to you and made you feel seen and not like furniture. “How about you? Mr. DiStefano said you just got back from a trip?”

Harrison nodded. “Actually, yeah, which is why I --”

“Harrison, hello!” Mr. DiStefano's voice boomed as he walked into the meeting room. “It's good to see you.”

Harrison turned to shake Mr. DiStefano's hand. “John, thanks for meeting with me so quickly.”

Mr. DiStefano shook his head. “Not a problem. Please, have a seat.”

You sat in your usual chair in the corner of the room as the two men sat at the table.

“So tell me,” Mr. DiStefano said. “What's the issue with the condo design? I thought you said you loved it.”

Harrison sighed. “I did, I did, it's just that upon looking at it again I realized it looks like every other condo building in New York. I want something different, something that makes Coco Corp stand out. I need something… inviting .”

You wrote down different and inviting as Mr. DiStefano nodded. “Okay, I can absolutely see that. I've pulled a few comps for you to check out.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes. You knew you were just Mr. DiStefano's office assistant, but the least he could do was to say he’d had his assistant pull the blueprints rather than act like he had actually taken the time to do it himself.

Mr. DiStefano reached over and unrolled the first rendering. “Here's one we did for the Taylor Group --”

Harrison shook his head. “No, you don't understand me, John. It's gotta be a completely original design, unlike anything else in New York. I want people to look at it and see something unique, not just another high-rise taking up space where there used to be a park. And I want it to be as environmentally friendly as possible.”

Environmentally friendly, you added to your notes.

Mr. DiStefano sat back and scratched at his chin. “Well, going back to the drawing board and starting over completely from scratch is going to cost you, Harrison. I mean I've already put a lot of time and effort into the original design…”

“I don't care how much it costs. I'll pay you triple your usual hourly rate, I just need a completely new, unique design by Monday morning. I have to get the new plans over to City Hall for approval before I leave for Taiwan Monday afternoon.”

Mr. DiStefano nodded. “It'll require me to work through the weekend, but considering it's an emergency and it's for you, I'll do it.”

Harrison grinned. “Great. Let's get started then.”

You sighed to yourself. You'd been hoping that Harrison would like one of the other designs with just a few tweaks being made to make it part of his signature style, but to completely start the design process over?

It was going to be a long night.

“Walk me through step-by-step what happened when you arrived on scene,” Matt's voice said on the recording of his interview with Officer Stanton from earlier that day.

Officer Stanton had sighed. “The housekeeper answered the door and let us in, then led us to Senator and Mrs. Thompson’s bodies.”

“She was the one who discovered the victims, right?” Matt had listened to her original deposition that morning and already knew that she had arrived at the Thompson residence around 8 AM to start her workday only to discover Senator and Mrs. Thompson dead in the foyer, but he'd wanted to confirm it with Officer Stanton.

“Yeah.”

“Was anyone else at the residence?”

“No, but Mrs. Thompson’s sister arrived shortly thereafter.”

“Ah, yes, Ms…” Matt had paused to check his notes. “Stafford.”

“Yeah, that's right.”

“The Thompson’s deaths hadn't yet been made public and no next of kin had been contacted at the time, correct?”

“Right.”

“So her reason for being there?”

“She said she had made plans with Mrs. Thompson to go shopping and to have lunch.”

“And she was the one who first mentioned that my client had argued with Mrs. Thompson the previous day?”

Officer Stanton had shifted in his seat. “Yeah.”

“Yet you testified in court that it was Ms. Davies who initially mentioned the argument.”

There was a rustle of clothing as Officer Stanton had shrugged. “I got mixed up. Ms. Stafford mentioned it to us then Ms. Davies confirmed it during questioning.”

“How did Ms. Davies know about the argument?”

“She overheard Mrs. Thompson telling Ms. Stafford about it during tea at the Thompson residence.”

“Did either one know what the argument was about?”

“No.”

“Had anyone else other than my client ever been considered a suspect?”

“I don't know, you'd have to ask Detective Fraser. He was the lead on the case, I was just the first officer on the scene.”

“I will. That's all the questions I have for you, thank you for your time.”

Matt turned off the recording and took out his earbuds. He needed to talk to Detective Fraser, but he was pretty sure the police had never looked beyond Conrad -- who was clearly innocent -- for suspects.

He sighed. There wasn't anything else he could do on Conrad's case that night and he had already wrapped up his other tasks earlier in the day in anticipation of his scheduled dinner with you.

Matt had admittedly been disappointed when you had texted him to cancel and initially thought that maybe you had changed your mind about your arrangement, but had believed your explanation of having to work late, especially after you had offered to make it up to him.

He checked the time as his stomach rumbled. 11:34 PM. Shit, I should call it a night. Probably should eat something, too, since I skipped lunch.

There was a deli nearby that was open until midnight, so he gathered his belongings and headed out of the office, locking the door behind him.

He unfolded his cane and headed down the sidewalk, the smell of freshly-baked bread and sliced meat becoming stronger and more enticing the further he got down the street.

His brow furrowed as he picked up the sound of your voice. Your office was about a half a block from the deli and you had said that you'd had to work late, but Matt definitely hadn't expected you to be working this late.

“Goodnight, Mr. DiStefano,” you were saying. “See you in the morning.”

Matt frowned. He presumed that you would be walking home since cabs were scarce at this hour, but even with his efforts as Daredevil the streets weren't 100% safe. I should make sure she gets home okay.

He bypassed the deli and kept walking, reaching your office right as you were finishing locking up behind you.

You double-checked that the door was locked tight then turned towards him. “Matt?”

Matt said your name in what he hoped was a believably surprised tone. “Hi. Wow, are you just now getting off of work?”

“Yeah, design meetings always take forever, especially meetings with this particular client.” You paused. “What about you? Are you just now getting off too?”

Matt nodded. “Yeah, I lost track of time working on this one particular case and totally skipped dinner, so I just left the office and was heading to Raoul’s to grab a sandwich to eat at home.”

“Oh, um, you passed it. It's about half a block back the way you came.”

Matt made a fake grimace. “Oh shit, did I? Damn, it's late and I'm tired, I must've miscounted the steps.”

“Want me to escort you there?”

“You don't mind?”

“Of course not.” You moved to stand next to him and offered him your arm. “Come on, it's right down here.”

Matt took your arm and allowed you to guide him back down the street to Raoul's. “Thanks, by the way.”

“No problem.” You slowed to a stop as the two of you reached the deli. “Here it is.”

Matt nodded. “Thanks again.”

You huffed out a light laugh. “Part of the service, remember?”

Matt grinned. “Right, right.”

“I'll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” Matt bit his lip. “...Unless you don't mind waiting a few minutes for me to get my sandwich then letting me walk you home?”

He could feel you relax as you shook your head. “No, I don't mind. I'd actually really appreciate it.”

“Okay, great.”

The two of you headed inside and walked up to the counter.

“Welcome to Raoul's, what can I get you folks?” the clerk said.

“Ah, yeah, can I get turkey and ham on a sub, hold the mustard?” Matt turned towards you. “Would you like anything?”

“Oh, no thank you,” you replied. “I had dinner at the office earlier.”

You were telling the truth, so Matt just nodded. “Okay. That'll be all, thanks.”

He paid for his sandwich then the two of you moved to the other end of the counter to wait for it.

“So do you work late often?” Matt asked.

“No, not really,” you answered. “And even when I do it's usually never this late. We just had a very important client insist on meeting tonight about an emergency redesign on a project my boss is doing for him and I had to be there to take notes.”

You paused briefly before continuing. “I shouldn't need to cancel dinner so last-minute again.”

Matt shook his head. “Honestly, it's fine. I might have to do the same on occasion.”

“Also, thank you for agreeing to reschedule. I was afraid you'd tell me to just forget the whole deal.”

Matt's brow furrowed. “Why would I do that?”

He heard the ruffle of your coat as you shrugged. “I dunno,” you hedged. “I thought that maybe you wouldn't believe that I was working late and that I was actually seeing another S&S client or something.”

The thought had never crossed Matt's mind, but now that you mentioned it... “ Do you have other clients?”

“No, you're my only one right now. But what about you? I know you said you're single, but you could still have a friend with benefits… with actual benefits.”

Matt shook his head. “No, there's no one in my life in that capacity right now either.”

He chewed on his lip as he thought for a moment. “How about for both our peace of mind we add an addendum to our contract? Something along the lines of ‘Neither party shall seek out or participate in other companionship or romantic entanglements while joined under the terms of this contract’.”

You let out a breath. “Agreed. I mean, since we're going to be letting people believe that we're legitimately dating it makes sense for both of us to be otherwise unattached.”

Matt nodded. “I'll write it up and we can sign it tomorrow before dinner. And now that I'm thinking about it, I probably should increase your monthly stipend since I'm preventing you from taking on other clients.”

You hesitated briefly before answering. “I appreciate that, but it's not necessary. You're already paying me more than enough as it is.”

“Are you sure? Because I don't mind increasing it.”

“I'm sure. But thanks for the offer.”

“Okay then.”

“Do you still want to meet at the restaurant? Or would you rather meet at your office to sign the addendum?”

“Restaurant is fine. It's just one extra clause so it's only one page.”

“Okay, that sounds good then.”

Your conversation halted as Matt's order was called. “You folks have a good night,” the deli clerk said as he handed Matt a plastic bag containing his sandwich.

“Thanks, you too,” Matt replied.

“You as well,” you added before the two of you headed outside.

Matt unfolded his cane and took your elbow. “Alright, which way are we heading?”

You turned back towards your office. “This way.”

The two of you walked silently, each lost in your own thoughts.

“By the way --” Matt began.

“Hey, thank you again --” you started to say at the same time.

Matt chuckled. “You go first.”

You took a breath. “I was just gonna say thank you again for walking me home. I really do appreciate it.”

Matt nodded. “It's not a problem.”

“So what were you going to say?”

“Oh, just that Foggy and Karen want to meet you.”

“Oh, okay. That's not a problem, just let me know when and where.”

“I told them maybe in a couple of weeks once we see how things go.” Matt grinned. “I want us to be comfortable with each other before I subject you to the rest of Nelson, Murdock and Page for cross-examination.”

You huffed out a light laugh. “I'll be sure to prepare, counselor.”

Matt felt you slow down as you reached your apartment building. “Well, this is me. Thanks again for walking me home.”

Matt smiled and gave you a slight nod. “Usually I'm embarrassed when I accidentally pass up places I'm trying to get to, but tonight it worked out. I'm glad I ran into you.”

“Me too. Do you need directions back to your place?”

Matt shook his head. “Nah. I can use the GPS on my phone.”

“Okay.” You gave his arm a light squeeze. “I'll see you tomorrow evening then?”

Matt nodded. “See you tomorrow evening.”

He waited as you went inside your building then turned and headed towards home, his mind going back and forth from Conrad's case to Matt's contract with you. There was something he was definitely missing in order to definitively prove Conrad's innocence, but he couldn't quite figure out what.

He shook his head. He needed to eat, shower, and sleep. He'd work on proving Conrad's innocence and writing up the addendum to his and your contract tomorrow.

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