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carolmunson · 2 years ago

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sweet you rock, sweet you roll

welcome to 1990 where our besties are still on the early side of their lil’ love journey. for those that are new here, i use the name ‘Stella’/'Stella Rink’ as a fill in for 'Y/N’, so don’t get thrown off if you see it. it’s still a 'reader’ fic. cw: swearing, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receving), kissing, touching, honestly some of the cutest shit i’ve ever written, daddy kink mention if you squint, two people being in love with each other, fluff, smut, fluffy smut. sort of casual dominance but not really? he just likes to do stuff for her. —

“No, can’t go there,” Eddie’s voice sounded a little tinny over the phone, but happy to talk to you just the same. You’d been on two dates already, planning the third after a three week hiatus while you went on a press tour. Now you were both back in California, and he’d been itching to see you again. “Why can’t you go to Rappaport? Not like the food or something?” you ask, looking at the list of restaurants your assistant brought you. “Oh no, like, I can’t go there,” he urged, “I’m banned.”

“Oh,” you say, “So definitely not Rappaport then. How’s Sorrelli’s sound?” “Banned.” “Deltas?” “Banned.” “Rain Bar?” “So banned that I can’t even be on the block, sweet thing.” “How many places are you banned from?” “Thirteen. At least in Southern California,” he explains, you can tell he’s proud of it.

“Ed…why? Where are we gonna go to dinner?” you asked with a whine.

“Fuck dinner, let’s do something metal,” he says, like you know something metal, like you know the difference between a bass and an electric guitar.

“Like the planetarium?” you ask, it’s a joke and he laughs so hard into the speaker that you have to pull the phone away from your ear.

“Oh Stell, that’s so sick,” he says, “Fuckin’ love the planetarium.”

So you went, in disguise – baseball hats and sunglasses – dressed down. As dressed down as Eddie could be in his metalhead get up. No one called the paps, the science museum employees didn’t jump and squeal when they saw you, you got to just be. You held hands during the presentation, giggling and ‘Ooh’-ing at the projections, laughing when the little kids at the show would shriek and say little kid things to their parents. Eddie would cast glances at you, admiring your face in the blue light reflecting off the 360 screen, he wanted to keep the moment as a photograph in his brain that he could whip out whenever he wanted. You were so happy next to him.

You toured the rest of the place when the show was over, looking at all the telescopes, listening to the tour guides exhibits. Some parents nudged each other, and looked in your direction and as you left a little boy came over to tug at Eddie’s jacket.

“Are you Eddie Munson?” he asked, his front tooth missing.

“Yeah dude, what’s your name?” he said, squatting down to get on his level.

“I’m Chris,” he said, a big smile spreading over his face.

“Hey Chris, how old are you? You just lose a tooth? That’s pretty metal, man,” he smiled, flashing his straight white teeth at him.

“Six!” he said, holding up his hands to show him the number, “The tooth fairy came and everything. She gave me a quarter!”

“A quarter? That’s rad,” he said, fishing into his back pocket for his wallet, “You know something? She gave me another dollar this morning to give to you for having such a cool smile.”

“Chris, you can’t be running off like that,” a guy with bleach blonde hair that hit his chin with a battle vest on that rivaled Eddie’s was jogging up to the little boy, “You’re gonna be the death of me kid, who you talkin’ to?”

The man scooped Chris up, resting him on his arm above his hip, “Dad, it’s Eddie Munson!”

Eddie stood up and nodded to Chris’s dad, “Hey man.”

“Oh shit dude, hey,” he had the same smile as his son, just with all his teeth, “Big fan, holy shit.”

“Big fan of your little dude, here,” Eddie said, “The tooth fairy actually gave me a dollar this morning to give to him, if that’s cool.”

“That’s real cool of you man,” the man said, “Thanks for talkin’ to my boy, takin’ the time.”

“Don’t sweat it, what’s your name?”

“Phil,” the guy beamed.

“Have a sick day, Phil. See ya later, Chris.”

“See ya laterrrr!” Chris called out from over his dad’s shoulder while they walked toward their car. “You’re so good,” you say, nudging his arm, “You’re sweet.”

“Oh no, the jig is up,” he says dramatically, “Now you know how nice I am.” It’s so easy to roll your eyes at his antics, but you can never get yourself to commit to doing it. Your heart fluttered when he reached out to hold your hand to walk back to his car, his ‘84 Mustang SVO – all black. He was so predictable. “Wanna just drive around? I don’t wanna be done hanging out,” he said, opening your door for you. “You gonna drive like you did earlier?” your stomach flipping, remembering all of his fast turns and speeding.

“Nah, I’ll do it nice and slow for ya,” he winked, shutting the door behind you once you got your seatbelt on. “That’s how you like it, right?” he asked, bouncing into his seat. He loved the effect he had on you, watching your cheeks get hot when he got a little dirty. You hadn’t even kissed yet and it was driving him insane, he could barely contain himself when looked at your lips for too long. “Shut your mouth,” you teased, your heart hammering now at his implication. “You know what I’m gonna say,” he said, putting his arm behind your headrest to pull out of the parking lot. “‘Make me’?” you guess. “Okay, well now it’s not a fun hot joke because you actually guessed it,” he huffed, fake exasperation flowing out of him. Once you made it to the highway, he put his hand on your inner thigh intuitively. You were buzzing at his warm touch, his thumb grazing the fabric of your jeans. It was so inadvertent, the hold he had on you, he wasn’t even trying. He was just Eddie.

The sun had gone down while you drove through LA, pulling into a McDonald’s drive through when you both said you were hungry at the same time. “Ed, I can’t,” you said while he pulled into the line, the yellow of the lights outside tinging you both through the windshield. “Angel, you just finished a press tour,” he argued, “I know you haven’t eaten in weeks, get a fuckin’ Big Mac and live a little.” “If my trainer finds out –” “I’ll kick your trainer’s ass. Let me order you some fine cuisine,” he said matter of factly, the car dragging up to the speaker.

“Heyyy, can I get two Big Mac meals, one with no onions and extra pickles, and light ketchup, like whisper of it if you can. The other is fine as is,” he leans out of the window slightly, his shirt riding up showing off his tattoos. If you weren’t drooling over him knowing your exact Big Mac order after only hearing it one time two months ago, you were now. “Anything to drink?” “Uhhh, lemme get a – two diet cokes?” he said, “Actually, fuck that, one diet coke, one regular coke cause she’ll want a sip of the regular one. Medium.” “Anything else, sir?” “And uh,” he looked at the car behind you, two kids and a tired mom in the front seat, “I’ll cover whatever the people behind me are getting.” “Are you sure?” the speaker asked back. “Hundred percent,” he said, “That’s all, thanks.” “I’ll let you know your total at the window, sir,” the speaker said. You ate in the parking lot in the car, watching families and cars walk by – oblivious to the two of you. “Can I have a sip of your–” “Yeah, baby, have the rest,” he said, passing you his regular Coke and taking your diet Coke, popping it in his cup holder. “I don’t want the rest,” you say back, but you know it’s a lie and so does he, so he doesn’t bother fighting you over it.

You ended up back at his place, it was closer and the traffic on the way to yours was brutal. It was very much a rockstar mansion, black and chrome and red all over. Vaporwave elements and neon at every turn, it would’ve been more cool if you were less exhausted. He was jittery when you ended up in his room, like this wasn’t his intention, “Uh, do you want some pajamas or something?” “T-shirt works,” you assure, “Do I get to pick the band?” “Absolutely not,” he says with a shake of his head, “I’ll pick for you.” He rummages through his drawers, fishing out a Black Sabbath ‘75 concert tee and tossing it to you. You tiptoe to the master bathroom to change, stepping out anxiously in just his t-shirt and a pair of mismatched socks. He’s sat on his four poster, now just in his jeans and his t-shirt from earlier – wallet, belt, vest, and shoes discarded elsewhere. When you asked why the bed frame looked so industrial he told you not to worry about it, but the metal loops on the posts gave you a pretty clear idea. He bit his lip when he saw you come out, a vision in his t-shirt with your hair down, your glossy lips tight in an embarrassed smile. You folded your clothes and put them on the bedside table closest to you, climbing onto the bed and sliding against the cool satin to lay on your side. He crawled up the bed to lay across from you, half of your faces hidden by the pillows you were laying on.

“We can watch a movie or something,” he suggests, but your sleepy face steers him away from it. Eddie’s soft gaze lingers on you, a shaking finger skating down the side of your thigh, “We can just stay like this, too.”

He watches your eyes flutter closed and then look back to him through heavy lids, mumbling into the satin pillowcase, “I like this. Bein’ next to you.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his ribcage could’ve snapped open, “I like being next to you, too.” He skated his finger back up your thigh, his hand palming the flesh over your hips. Eddie toyed with the hem of his shirt on you, fingering the fabric between his fingers. It had been through the ringer too many times to be worn out in public anymore. It was a thousand times in the washing machine soft, but to him, it wasn’t softer than the skin under it. He saw it all peeking out through the holes in the sleeves and at the neckline – just falling apart. He was falling apart just the same.

“Can I um, can I get closer to you?” his voice sounded like he was back in eighth grade on Valentine’s Day, passing out carnations to the pretty girls and going home with none.

You don’t respond verbally, just shimmying your body over the black satin duvet and lazily swinging your leg over his hip. He let you pull his arm over your waist, his hand falling onto the mattress behind you while the crook of his arm laid snugly between your hips and your ribcage. He brings his hand to splay across your back, tracing shapes between your shoulder blades.

Your noses are just about touching and looking at each other is a little distorted but he still breathes out, almost a whisper, “You’re so pretty.”

“You keep saying that,” you laugh quietly.

“I don’t think I can stop saying it,” he says. It’s quiet and he can tell by the steadiness of your breathing that you’re maybe ten minutes away from falling asleep. America’s Sweetheart in his bed, in his t-shirt, a little angel on his black cloud of satin sheets.

Eddie let his teeth sink into his lip, nervous was an understatement. He filled the small gap between your noses, his eyes closing too, “I really like you, Stell.”

“Hmm,” your soft sleepy moan was comforting, the little smile tugging at your lips made his throat tighten. Maybe you’d only heard him in a dream.

“I really like you, Ed,” you half whisper, stretching your arms and legs and letting them crash back over him, “Big crush.”

“You got a crush on me?” he teased, blushing redder than the bouquet of roses he sent to Chrissy Cunningham for her birthday his Junior Year. Saved up his pay from the auto shop for a month to afford them only to forget to sign the card. Jason saved the day by saying he got them for her, instead.

“Oh yeah,” you smile, “Huge.”

“I have a big crush on you, too,” he pulls you close to him so your chests are touching. The scent of your perfume hitting him in the chest where the butterflies were begging to get out. Eddie takes his hand from your back to your thigh, gently hoisting it up to align your hips with his. He holds his breath when your arm snakes around him too, tied up like balloon strings – like you’d both float away.

“You’re warm,” you say, looking at his lips while the hand that was on your thigh meets your cheek. You can feel his heart hammering under his No Rest for the Wicked '88 Tour t-shirt, as soft as the one he put you in when you said you were getting tired.

“You’re…” his tongue felt too big for his mouth.

“Don’t say pretty, again,” you sleepily tease, “Say something else.”

“Ugh, ya got me, let’s see,” he chuckles, putting his forehead to yours, “You’re…I don’t know Stell, you’re so many things.”

“So…many…things?” you whisper, your lower lip tucking between your teeth.

“Ugh, that was dumb, I’m sorry,” he was embarrassed as soon as he said it, but your eyes perked up from their sleepy state when he did. That teasing glint in your eye that made him feel like a kid on the playground where he got picked first for Ringolevio teams. Hawkins Elementary’s best tagger, fastest runner – shame he didn’t go for the track team – just ran away instead.

“I promise, I’m smooth,” he laughed, letting the hand on your cheek slide further back, a little behind your neck so his thumb rested delicately on your jaw.

“You’re…” he didn’t want to say the love of his life, you’d only been on three dates. How would he even be sure of that? Sure, he felt sure of that, he already called you his wife to his favorite paparazzo – but did you feel sure? He didn’t want to scare you away.

He leaned his head back a little to look at you, your features only lit up by the soft glow of the white Christmas lights artfully hung from the ceiling. He hadn’t really outgrown the early twenties male experience of decorating poorly – at least an interior designer had put them up for him.

“You know at the planetarium when they just showed the stars at the beginning? And it sort of feels like you’re suspended in mid-air? Like, in space?” he asked. You nodded back at him, stifling a laugh building in your throat.

“And you can’t believe the whole galaxy is so big around you, but everything is so bright and so exciting and you know you want to go explore it? But it’s sort of scary, right? Cause y'know, you don’t know how much oxygen you have and god, fuck, I’ve never even been to space camp, I’d never get hired to NASA so –”

“You’re rambling, Munson,” your voice is gentle, and his nervous prattling quells when you raise a hand to rake comfortingly through his hair.

“You feel like that, Stell. Like the whole galaxy. You’rebright, and exciting, and funny and I wanna learn everything about you,” his voice is almost pleading, like he’s asking for an invitation to explore, “But y'know, it’s sort of scary 'cause you’re just so – you’re really it.”

“I’m scared, too,” you admit shakily, your hand matching his behind his neck, your thumb sliding over the barely there stubble on his jaw.

“What? You’re not scared of anything,” he said, searching your face with his big sweet eyes for an answer, “Why’re you scared?”

“'Cause,” you started, becoming a little breathless at his gaze, “No one’s ever looked at me the way you look at me.”

“What do you mean, sweetheart? Everyone’s always lookin’ at you,” he teased, “I’m just some guy.”

“No, Ed. You really look at me,” it made your heart race to admit it, “Like you’re seeing me, and I – no one ever sees me.”

He put his forehead back against yours, your faces back to being distorted and bug like, “Is this what you mean? Am I seeing you like this?” he laughed your noses squished together. Your giggle makes him overwhelmed like he can’t believe he can make you laugh, that you think he’s funny, that you think of him at all.

“You know what I mean,” you say, back to just breathing, nose to nose.

He nods in agreement against your forehead, his eyes closed for a moment while he breathes you in. Your perfume is still putting him in a tizzy, he’d buy you four billion bottles of it if it meant you’d smell like that forever. His heart is still hammering against your chest, you can feel a nervous film of sweat building on the back of his neck.

“I really wanna kiss you,” his words are barely audible, eyes still closed, his full lashes tickling his cheeks, “I’m tryna be good though, y'know. A gentleman.”

“Such a gentleman,” you whisper back slowly while his eyes flutter back open and closed again. You can feel his strong ringed hand press against the back of your neck, tilting your head up to meet him. Eddie brushes his lips to yours just barely, ghosting over skin at the corner of your mouth. Electricity was thrumming through him, his chest becoming the most metal drum solo he ever heard. Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her. C'mon Munson don’t be a wimp.

His lips found yours, gentle and timid, warm honey pooled in your stomach at the feeling. You could feel his body tremble while he went in again, his kiss getting more confident, the arm he hid under your pillows snaking out to cup a hand on your other cheek.

Eddie’s mind is just static and the feeling of your lips, the way your hips rocked against his, the softness of your skin. He could’ve guessed that this is how it would be, like he’s known the whole time what your lips would taste like on his. Like they were always meant to be there.

You break away to breathe, looking at him with a heaving chest and pinked tinged cheeks.

“Was that good? W-was that okay?” he asked, catching his own breath, the heat on his body radiating higher and higher.

“More than okay,” you gasp back. Your heart matched his in beating, fluttering wildly in your chest. More, more, more, more, more.

“Should we – can I do it again?” he asked, his caution rivaling when he lost his virginity in the back of his van in his senior year. Seventeen and stupid with an old pack of condoms he stole from the gas station.

You don’t answer, just roll your hips so he’s flat on his back on the mattress with your legs on either side of him. Heat burning in both of your stomachs at the change of position. Eddie can’t think to keep his hands to himself while one arm snakes around your waist and the other one holds your back so you stay pressed flat against him.

The rest is hot breath and teeth and tongue, Ed’s gentle hands brushing over his t-shirt on your body, snaking it under to stroke the skin of your back.

“You’re so soft,” he mumbles into your lips, “I’m scared I’m gonna hurt you.” He knows he means it in more than one way, he hopes you don’t notice.

“You don’t have to be gentle,” you say into the next kiss.

“I want to be gentle,” he says, pulling away, “I wanna show you how that feels.”

You blush at him remembering that you complained that other guys you’d been with had always been so stifiling. So focused on their own pleasure, on seeing America’s sweetheart with their dick in her mouth, on showing you off. A trophy to be won, a PR stunt to be had, a body to be masturbated into. No one ever took their time, no one ever even bothered to ask.

You thought he wasn’t listening the first time you had dinner, but he was focused on tucking away every single word you said so he’d never forget it.

“At least until next time,” he smirked, “’M sure I’ll find some other things to show you.”

“Oh, so there’s gonna be a next time?” you tease, sliding your hands from his face to his hair.

“If you’ll have me,” he shrugged, his voice getting playful, “I’d love to be considered.”

“I’ll definitely consider it,” you smiled, sharing a breath with each other before your mouth reaches for him. You let your hips slide over the ever growing bulge in his jeans, savoring the friction against the heat between your legs. A little gasp popping out at the feeling of his hands quickly gripping your hips to steady them.

“Eaassyy,” he hissed out, holding back a breathy groan, “Go slow.”

“I think it would be more fun if you didn’t have these on,” you giggled, sitting up and back on the tops of his thighs, tugging at his belt loops.

“Stella,” his voice comes out with an exasperated edge, “I didn’t – I don’t want you to think that this is the why I invited you back here.”

“I know, Ed,” you said, “It’s okay.”

“Like I didn’t want to just bring you home and take you to bed, y'know? It was just gonna be a long drive back to yours.”

“Eddie, stop, I don’t think you had a master plan or anything,” you put your hands on his chest, your hair falling forward over your own. You looked at each other for a beat, both of you mulling it over.

“If they come off it’s like…that’s it,” he laughs, putting the heels of his hands over his eyes.

“I can’t believe I just told Stella Rink not to grind too fast on my dick,” he scolds himself with a cheesy grin, “Every man in America would literally die to be me right now.”

“Y'know I have a really big following in Budapest, too,” you laugh back, “If you’d believe it.”

He sits up to meet you with a kiss, “I believe it.”

“I think I’m the first girl you’ve ever told to slow down,” his heart pangs a little when you say it. You are the first girl he’s ever told to slow down.

“Not every day I have Andromeda in bed with me,” he mutters, maneuvering you off of him while pulling at his belt. He gets off the bed to peel his jeans off, standing there in his black boxer briefs, a sheen in the fabric glinting in the low light. His pulse throbs in his throat while he takes his shirt off, anxious if you’ll still like him without any clothes. He was running a little thinner these days, coming back from a particularly rough time with some friends in low places – he didn’t tell you how long he’d been clean. He didn’t tell you anything at all. You sat on your knees on the mattress, satin sheets sliding under you, taking him in. Every inked tattoo flashing harsh against his fair skin, the hair on his stomach trailing down behind black nylon. The veins on his arms protruded down to his hands where his rings sparkled. His soft pink lips slightly parted while he reached up to shake his frizzed curls out. “Wow,” your eyes are glassy and round while you look at him, your body pins and needles as he steps to the edge of the bed. Eddie pulls you in, sucking in your bottom lip before trailing kisses down your jaw. You hiss when he gets the base of your neck, your knees parting under you. “Right there?” he asked into your skin, his tongue slipping over that spot again. You can feel his confident smirk against your collar bone. “Mhm,” you whine, “R-right there.” Eddie tugs the neckline of the shirt to the side to leave soft kisses on your shoulder, the other hand smoothing over the curve of your waist. “You can take it off,” you blurt out. He pulls away from your shoulder, looking at you like you just told him he was playing Madison Square Garden for the first time. “Your shirt? My shirt?” he asked, his voice cracking, “I mean, the shirt you’re wearing?” He swallowed hard when you nodded and reached for the hem, gathering the worn fabric up over your arms. Your hair flounced back down, messy but somehow still in place. He kept the shirt in his hands while he looked at you, holding his breath. “Ed, you’re…” you suddenly felt self-conscious, his eyes lingering too long to just see your body. His gaze was pouring into you, “You’re giving me that look again.” He blinked and shook his head, letting out a sharp exhale through the mouth, “Baby, you’re – you’re perfect.”

“No one’s perfect, Ed,” you blush, your whole body burning. “No, no, I think you’re being modest,” he says, gently guiding you to lay back on the bed again. The shirt you were wearing had been forgotten, discarded on the floor. He placed himself between your legs, taking one of your arms to kiss just above your wrist, the crook of your arm, your bicep – he took his time, flicking his gaze down to you with each one. He put your arm down, caging you in with each of his arms on the side of you, leaning down to kiss the top of your chest. Sloppy and wet, leaving spit in their wake, his hair tickling over your breasts.

Eddie couldn’t hold back a moan when he let his tongue slide between them, a hand reaching to softly massage one. Your whine made his eyes roll back when the rough pad of his thumb slid over your nipple, back and forth, watching the other one peak in time. His lips lingered over it, looking at you almost to ask if it was okay, you nodded feverishly. His tongue swirled and flitted over the nub of skin, smiling as he heard your first quiet ‘oh god’ fall from your mouth. He’d soothed you while you squirmed underneath him, moving from your breasts to your sternum, down to your stomach, your pelvis. Eddie’s tongue and lips only stopping to whisper soft little nothings into your skin like ‘you’re so perfect,’ and ‘be patient, baby’.

He got to your underwear and paused, on his knees on the mattress between your legs. Eddie let his hand run over your thigh, dipping his fingertips down to the soft inside flesh. You shivered.

“Is it okay if these come off?” he asked, fingers exploring from your thigh to the tops of your panties.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s okay,” you turn red at the question, no one had ever asked you that before. You were never really given so much choice. He was slow about sliding them off your body, watching them flow down your thighs and calves at the guide of his hands. Once they were making friends with your discarded t-shirt on the floor, he looked back up at you.

You cross your legs, nervous and excited for what he might do next. It felt good to not know, to let him take the lead. He touched you exactly how you liked to be touched, like he’d been studying it for years. You watched him make a mental note of every little gasp or whine you let out, every involuntary shiver.

His hands wrapped around your ankles, uncrossing your legs and putting them back on either side of him. He hoisted your legs up from under your knees, slowly parting the limbs until they were splayed out like butterfly wings. Childlike excitement bubbling in his chest, opening the biggest present from under the tree. There you were, your puffed up lips parting just slightly, the sticky sound of them separating over slickness whispering in the room.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers, a pot of honey to a bear, he’d never had so much restraint in his life, “Fucking beautiful.”

You blush, you don’t know if you’ve stopped blushing, your hands immediately going up to cover your face. You feel his finger trace over the manicured patch of hair between your legs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t wax,” you mumbled behind your palms, “I didn’t think we were gonna…I didn’t think you were gonna see it tonight.” “Sorry you didn’t wax?” he asked, your eyes peeking out through your fingers. He’s grinning down at you, his eyebrows quirk, he can’t believe you’d apologize, “I’m a grown man, Stell.”

“Let me see your face,” he said, “Wanna watch you, watch me.” “You’re so bad,” he sees your smirk while you say it, your hands coming down flop next to your head. “What? I like an audience,” he shrugged with a wink, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. His salivary glands are working double time while your hips move slowly underneath him. Eddie lets out a soft hum when your thighs twitch, his lips pressing more sloppy kisses against the soft and plush flesh. You can feel his breath at the crease of your leg to your groin, biting your lower lip while a soft desperate mewl shoots out of you. “I’ll get there, I’ll get there,” he teases, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, “I take it I don’t have to ask if this is okay?” “It’s so okay, Ed,” you huff, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him down the slope of your body. Eddie’s flat on the mattress on his stomach, propped up on his own elbows so he can push your thighs back and out. The guitar pick on his necklace dangling dangerously close to your entrance. He lets his tongue stripe up one lip, a huff of breath left at the top, your hips jumping at the feeling. He’s slow, licking up the other, ducking out of your hand reaching out to put his face between your legs. “So impatient,” he chides, “No wonder your assistant thinks you’re a nightmare.”

You let out a laugh, your head falling back and exposing your neck – he thinks he might love you like this. You might be the person he loves the most.

Eddie waits for you to look back down at him before giving in to you. You could’ve sworn those big brown eyes were magnetic with the way your gaze snapped to his. He kissed the fleshy part of your thigh again before finally sliding his tongue in a flat stripe between your folds, lingering over your clit but not touching it.

The gasp you let out made his head swim, ‘more of that’ he thought. His tongue flicked over your clit just once, your thighs twitching again, desperate. Tears wet your eyes as the anticipation built in your stomach, your chest feeling hot. “Please more,” you whined out, it came out a little more pathetic than you hoped, “Don’t tease, s’not fair.”

“Sorry, angel,” he smirks up at you, cockines falling into his voice, “Not polite to play with your food, huh?” You shook your head no, your mouth falling open at his tongue going back to work. Soft and slithery, you could feel him exploring you, dipping inside you to drag your fluids up and around while you just got wetter beneath him.

“Oh that’s – that feels so good,” you drawl out, his lips suctioned loosely over the bud of your clit switching agonizingly between sucking and licking, fluttering and vibrating while your walls clenched around nothing. “Can I use my fingers?” he asks, fingertips trailing your inner thigh, “Make you feel even better.” “Yes,” you rasp out, shaking on your elbows, knowing you weren’t going to last much longer. With his tongue still working your clit, you barely register his ringed finger teasing your opening until the first thick knuckle presses past your walls. “Oh fuck,” you hiss through gritted teeth. He wasn’t looking up at you anymore, eyes closing while his finger disappeared into your entirely, curving upwards to toy with your g-spot. He was completely in his own world where it was just him and your pussy, the sound of your moans, and the way your hips bucked against his unrelenting mouth and fingers.

“‘M gonna cum,” you pant while his ring finger meets his middle finger inside of you, stretching you out. You can’t believe how full you feel from just the two of them alone. “Oh baby, I know,” he breathes against your thigh, “I want you to.” “Wanna cum – ooh! mmm – with you inside me,” you beg him. He’s suddenly stupid after hearing your admission - with you inside me, with you inside me, with you inside me - ringing in his ears on a loop. His fingers slide slowly out of you and go to the mattress where he presses himself back up onto his knees. “You’re sure you want to? I know we’re in the moment,” he said, sliding his hands comfortingly up and down the sides of your thighs, “I don’t want you to feel like that’s what I want, so you have to.” “I want to,” you say, breathless and empty feeling, “I want you.” He maneuvers you, propping all the pillows up nice and fluffy and placing you over them, just your lower half down on the mattress. The rest of you on a mine of goose down feathers and black satin. Eddie’s next kiss is deep and wanting, hands immediately cupping your cheek and wrapping around the back of your neck. Your hands find his boxer briefs and he swats them away while breaking the kiss, “Again with the impatience Stell, your assistant must hate you.” Even his mischievous smile is endearing while he teases you, hopping quickly off the bed and sliding his underwear off. You can’t help the bulge in your eyes when you see it for everything it is – and its fucking big. “Yeah, yeah, the rumors are true, whatever,” he says, waving his hand dismissively. If there was anything you knew about Eddie before you met him was that every tabloid rag in America would have an exposé from an ex girlfriend or lover that said something along the lines of ‘Awful guy, huge dick.’

“Oh-kay big shot,” you tease back, while he climbs back on the bed between your legs, “Reel it in there.” He hits that spot on your neck again with his tongue and your back immediately arches, a soft and satisfied purr coming from his chest. He pulls at your hips, dragging you further down the mattress, the tops of your thighs kissing your chest. “You ready?” he asks while guiding the swollen tip of his cock to just outside your entrance. “Are you?” you ask gently. “Very,” he says, stroking himself long and slow, “I know you’re gonna feel as good as you taste.” The sentence comes out of him primarily and gutturally. Your walls flutter while he shifts closer, just the soft skin of the tip pushing into you at first. You watch his face as he pushes in slowly, his mouth hanging open with a huff, his head tilting forward on a hinge.

“God, fuck,” Eddie huffed into your hair while falling down against your chest, pushing into you to the hilt. He laces fingers with yours, pressing your hands into the mattress while he thrusts again, “Feel’s so fucking good, sweet thing.”

“Pussy like fucking velvet, Jesus,” his words coming between ragged breaths, whining, The grinding of his hips finding a slow and steady rhythm inside you.

You could barely talk, just choked gasps and breathy moans pouring out of your mouth while he rocked into you, your body barely accommodating his size. White blinding your eyes while the curve of his cock met the edge of the sensitive spongey button inside of you, over and over.

“Ooh, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” the words peppered out of you desperately, your hips rolling in time with his slow thrusts. Your sweat blending between your chests, leaving no space between you, “Just like that, Eddie.”

His face slacks, his brain nearly turning off at the sound of you moaning his name, coming back to reality quickly while his lips find your neck. He lets go of one of your hands to prop himself on a forearm, looking down at you, stealing a kiss as you moan into his mouth.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, a question he normally says with a mocking confidence when he’s backstage making groupies scream into his dressing room couch. Tonight it’s genuine and soft because he actually wants to know. Is he making you feel good? Do you feel what you’re doing to him? Can you tell he’s falling in love with you?

“It feels…huhn…it feels,” your breathy gasps answer for you.

“Don’t hate me for saying it sweetheart,” he starts with a smirk, leaning down to kiss your cheek, “But you’re so pretty like this.” “God, can I be anything else?” you giggle, a little moan squeaking out while his thrusts quicken. “You could um,” he gulped and swallowed, slowing down his pace to a stop, still staying inside you, “You could be my girl? If you want?”

You don’t reply at first and you can feel an embarrassed heat flash through his body. His mouth starts and doesn’t stop, barely breathing between words, “Totally get it if you just wanna keep hangin’ out though. If you hate labels, I hate labels – right, baby? Y’know, I wasn’t planning on asking under these circumstances – was gonna maybe ask on our next date. Not that I’m assuming there would’ve been a fourth date but like, I figured maybe you might want to see me again. I definitely would’ve wanted to see you again. Thinking about it now, literally five seconds later, I probably should’ve waited. Holy shit, I’m such an asshole – who does that? Who asks that while they’re fucking? I mean Jesus Christ, talk about manipul –” “Hey,” you say, putting your pointer and middle finger on the center of his lips, “You’re rambling again.” You lean up to meet him, taking your fingers away and replacing them with your lips. He involuntarily starts his rhythm again, sliding in and out of you with ease, feeling your heels bounce against his lower back. You quietly look at each other and your breath hitches, not just from how good he feels inside you, but from that look. You might love him, you might be falling in love with him. You might be so terrified of him that you can’t breathe, that you can’t think straight. Maybe he’s the best of the worst guys you could be with – or maybe he was the best of the best. Maybe you’re being fooled by his messy hair and big brown eyes, the dimples in his cheeks when he smiles at you. A charming little scorpion that’s waiting for you to give him a ride on your back across the river. Maybe he’s just like the snake tattooed down the right side of his ribs. “Sorry, ‘m just nervous,” he said, “You make me so nervous Stell. I feel like a fuckin’ teenager when you’re around.”

Nevermind. He’s an angel. He buries his face in your neck, returning to his steady pace. You weren’t expecting him to be so vocal this way, grunting and moaning while he fucked you. You’d expected mean taunting words, you expected him to mock you, to make you tell him how good he makes you feel. To be honest, as hot as it was to hear him in your ear while he pleasured you, you sort of wanted to know more about the authentic Eddie Munson sexperience.

Eddie pushed off you and on his haunches, angling your hips further back with his hands on the backs of your thighs. A high moan peeled through you when he pushed into you again, hitting every spot he could with his cock, he felt it too. Your moan reverberated back to you, bouncing off the walls and the ceiling, ringing in both of your heads. He was fucking you slow, but still managing to fuck you dumb. “Feels so good inside me, daddy,” you whimper out, not even knowing where that name came from. You’ve never called a man that in bed before. Eddie’s voice and eyes darken, his little devilish smirk passing across his face, “Careful with that name, baby. Don’t want him to come out too soon. Daddy isn’t nice like me.” You turn bright red but you aren’t sure if it’s from embarrassment or because you desperately want to know how not nice he can get, “I never say that, oh my God.” “That’s okay,” he said, hips finding a quicker rhythm now that he knows where you’re at, “You can meet him next time, yeah?” “Yeah,” you whine out, your voice getting small. “You want it a little harder?” he asks, gentle, gentle, gentle. “Mhm,” you say, eyes glassy up at him. He knows you’re at his mercy now, fucked silly, needy for it. He wants to slide into his regular routine – flip you over and pound you out with your ass up in the air, begging and crying for more. But no. You’re different, he wants to see you cum, he wants to see you love it. He wants to watch you love what he does to you. Eddie keeps his hands on the backs of your thighs, his thrusts getting harder and faster. Your head immediately pushes back into the pillows under you, barely able to contain yourself at the feeling. “Ah fuck, I’m close,” he hisses through heavy breaths, sweat sliding down his face from under his hair. You can hear the clap of his balls and hips against your ass, feel the grip on your thighs, the sound of his ragged chest. The euphoric slide of his cock slamming into you, pace getting erratic as he got closer to the edge. You’d been teetering on your orgasm since he pulled his fingers out of you, riding the coast of it while he made love to you. The coil tight in your belly close to snapping as he looks down at you, hungry and loving – that look. That look. He leans back down against you, knowing you need a little extra coercion to make it over the edge. Eddie’s hair tickles your chest while he gets back to the base of your neck, right at your favorite spot, his teeth drag gently over it. “Oh!” you cry out while he sucks up part of the skin, his tongue swirling, teeth gently coming down on it. The coil snaps, sending you reeling – you don’t know if your loud ‘Oh, God!’ is you moaning his name or not, but he’s moaning yours in your ear.

“That’s it Stell, cum for me. So good f’me, baby, so good…” You can feel hot ropes of his cum being let out inside you, warming you up from the inside out. He stays inside while you both come down, covered in sweat, heaving breathing into each other.

Eddie brings his head up, heart pounding like it was before he kissed you, and rests it gently against your forehead. He nuzzles your nose against his, coming in for a soft kiss. His voice when he speaks is small and innocent, almost boyish: “Can I keep you?”

You nod against his forehead, both of your eyes closed. He wraps his arms around you while rolling off to the side, spooning up behind you. He wants to scream at your nod, to do a victory lap, to call Wayne and tell him that he’s dating the biggest movie star of the early 90s. “Wanna be your girl, Munson,” you say sleepily, snuggling back into him. “You are my girl, Rink,” he murmurs, sleep sneaking into his voice, too, “Gonna be my wife one day.” “Gonna be your wife,” you repeat back. “Gonna be my wife,” he says again, with a soft kiss on your shoulder. The glow of the room comes back to you when you open your eyes, you know you should get out of bed and clean up – and you will. But for right now, this is nice. To be held by a maybe scorpion on a ride across the river, the sweetest boy you ever met who is banned from 13 restaurants in southern California, an angel with horns under his halo. Your boy. His girl. Gonna be his wife one day.

#rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie smut #rockstar!eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au #eddie munson rockstar au #eddie munson au

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 2 years ago

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Octavia x servant Hellhound Reader

When youd entered Lord Stolas' employ, you were actually the only Hellhound on staff at the Goetia palace.

This only done because you were exceptionally capable at your very young age and willing to work for the pittance Imps were paid. If they were paid at all that was.

Youd quickly assimilate to life at the palace, working hard and following yhe rules, although you were rather clumsy at times.

And while life was... alright in the palace, you were required by the lasy of the manor to heavily groom every morning to prevent shedding, a long, strenuous process.

But you took your job very seriously, even at your young age, you did everything to live up to the standards set by the lord and Lady of the manor.

Youd meet young Octavia one morning, you being assigned laundry, stepping into the owlets room to collect it, only to come face to face with the owlet.

You were actually the first Hellhound she ever saw in person. And she was totally fascinated by your furry form.

She'd look you over, head to toe, eagerly asking about your furry form, eagerly requesting to play with your tail.

And after a moment's hesitation, you'd allow it, the girl fawning over your soft and fluffy tail.

She'd end up petting your all over, you inadvertently loved, tail wagging, Octavia absolutely loving this. Petting you even more.

Youd end up on your back, belly being rubbed as she cooed over your fluffy form.

And that's when you were caught.

Luckily it was Stolas this time, and while he was harsh, reprimanding you for playing when you should be working, Octavia stepped up, telling him she asked for it, you just doing as she told you. Something you were technically required to do.

Youd get off this time, with a less then subtle warning not to allow such things to happen in the future, or... at least don't let yourself get caught doing so.

Stella would not be so forgiving.

Youd keep your distance for a while, taking shifts in the rest of the palace, although that could partly be due to your rather clumsy nature, being required to do more menial labour.

And of course, you not wanting to get caught doing something like that again.

But, then you ran into the young alady while on cleaning duty, Octavia eagerly greeting you.

You tried to stay fromal while getting away, but when she asked to touch you again, you just had too, she was so eager and always so nice, you just had to let her, the young Miss petting you again.

Youd talk a little, you admitting you'd kept your distance after getting caught, not wanting either of you to get into trouble.

To which, she told you you didn't need to do that, she liked you. She thought you were cool.

That'd red your cheeks, you telling her you thought she was cool too.

Youd talk a little, laughing when Octavia made a joke about how funny the staff had to dress, something you always agreed with.

But as you were talking, the girl playing with your ears, youd spott Lady Stella.

Seeing how unhappy she was at seeing you together, you panicked, grabbing the girls hand and making her smack you.

When Stella arrived, you were already on your knees, begging for her forgiveness.

When Stella asked what had happened, you'd quickly told her you'd gotten in her way, and Octavia was punishing you accordingly.

While the lady was proud of her daughter, telling her she'd done the right thing, it didn't stop her from slapping you harshly, telling you to stay out of her daughters way.

And once she'd left, Octavia apologised profusely, almost in tears, saying she didn't know why her mother would do that.

Well, you were practically in tears, that slap having knocked you off your feet, but even then you tried to comfort her.

Shed take you to the kitchen, getting something clod for your cheek like she'd seen her parents do when she had a bump on the head.

She'd apologise again, you telling her it was alright, it's what happened to hellbornes. You were basically scum.

At that Octavia squawked at you.

She was indignant as she told you, you were amazing and fluffy and the nicest person she knew. Other then her daddy if course.

And so, she ask if youd be her friend. You hesitated, but ultimately agreed, unable to say no to her big hopeful eyes.

And so, she'd make you promise to always be friends, you pinkie promising.

And that'd be the beginning of your super special secret friendship.

Youd often not be found sneaking off throughout the day, playing or talking, more often then not ending up with her petting you.

You got good at it over the years, hiding your friendship, you and the Princess mastering the times and places you can sneak off and be together.

It helped that as you got older, and became more capable, you could more readily change your schedule, better planning your meet ups throughout the week.

You really got close over the years, coming to confide and care for each other deeply.

And while she had to hide your relationship when you were young, she could be more open with it as you entered your teens. Playing it off as a somewhat one sided playfulness. While keeping the full extent of your friendship a secret.

And as you did get older, you inevitably began falling for her.

It certainly didn't help that she was a beautiful, intelligent, funny young woman that was so kind. And her being your only friend on top of that.

You had the biggest crush on her, those feelings only getting stronger with every pat and stroke to your fuzzy form.

And surprise, surprise, Octavia, over the years, would develope a crush on you as well.

You really being the only person outside of her family she could really talk to, even more so in some cases.

And while you'd both try and keep them a secret, you would be the one to accidentally admit it.

The two of you would be hiding off in the hedge maze, having memorised the entire lay out to better sneak around.

Youd be laid out on a blanket, laughing, telling jokes, having a giggle at the many times you'd almost been caught.

When you'd do a trick with your ears, able to move them around how you liked, Octavia happily telling you she loved that, you warmly telling her you loved her...

It was awkward for several moments, the girl asking if you really loved her. To which you'd try, and fail, to change the subject.

She'd berate and bug you until you told her the truth, confessing your love for the girl.

She was shocked, before confessing herself, the two of you staring at the other before leaning in for the kiss, the two of you having your First kiss in the hedge maze.

From there, your relationship exploded.

Now instead of just hanging out, you did all the romantic shit you could.

You had dates aglore. You'd often swipe food from the kitchen, the two of you sat in the attic my candle light, sharing a cake that had been cook that day, just chatting about your day, telling jokes and enjoying each other's company.

Not a whole lot different then before, except now you got to kiss.

A lot.

Youd keep the relationship a secret until... well, until Stolas' affair.

Stella, having been caked by Blitzø, would go on a rampage.

She'd end up in her daughters room, almost kicking the door of its hinges, and when she found her sat on your lap, the two of you kissing.

Hooo doggy, if she was pissed before, the woman was outright monstrous after that.

She'd chase you around the manor, intending on ending your poor existence, telling you as much until you managed to hide. Keeping yourself hidden until the woman's rage was redirected back to her husband.

Octavia would find you after searching the house top to bottom, finding you in the attic, the two of you rather awkward at first. But she'd end up in tears, ending up in your lap, comforting the girl after finding out about the affair and divorce.

Youd just stay close for a long time, you wrapped around the girl as you held each other.

Youd apologise, telling her you were sorry you'd gotten caught, Octavia telling you to shut it.

No one could have expected her father to have had an affair, and her mother to lose her shit and barge in.

But while this wasn't how she wanted them to find out, at least now they knew. Better now while everything was going to shit, then later when her parents could focus enough to kill you.

And so, life would... continue.

You'd manage to get back to work, although you had to constantly avoid Stella. And it wasn't just Stella.

The first time running into Stolas was... tense.

You were of course respectful, but you didn't step down, even when he warned you of the "dangers" of intermingling with Goetia.

The man coldly telling you how much better Octavia could do then you. And if you did care about her, you'd move along.

But you and Octavia were still closeer then ever, the woman Berating you for even thinking for a moment you weren't good enough.

Royally pissed that her father would say that, especially after that affair.

She made sure you knew she loved you, and you her.

It was... tense for the next few weeks.

Stella and Stolas' marriage falling apart, the two of them constantly fighting. And Octavia caught in the middle, constantly relying on you for comfort, something you were happy to give.

Stella wanted to butcher you, and tried multiple times.

Stolas... well, he didn't try to murder you, which was nice. But he was hostile, and rather hypocritically thought Octavia deserved better them you.

But you always bit your tongue, riding it out until you could get back to Octavia, you doing anything and everything for the girl. Your romance strangely only growing stronger through the while affair.

Eventually you'd end up at Loo-Loo-Land, Octavia only agreeing if you could come along.

And while he'd glare at you, likely wanting to turn you into stone, but agreed none the less.

Youd never actually been out of the manor, at least not since coming there as a pup, and found yourself getting excited.

Youd actually have a lot of fun together, playing the games, you managing to out smart some of the games, winning your boo several stuffed animals.

And when Stolas actually wanted to take her into the Robo Fizzaroli, you would try and stop it, seeing Octavias reaction.

But Stolas would reprimand you, telling you to stay out of it, you didn't know his daughter. He was her father.

And the inevitable blow up was much, much bigger this time.

Youd be holding her close, and when she ended up hating it, you'd offer to take her out of there, that making Stolas snap at you, only for Octavia to snap at him.

They'd yell at each other, the two of them going off at each other as the park began to crumble around them.

Stolas tried to tell her how he was just trying be a good father, trying to rekindle their bond despite everything that happened.

Octavia telling him she was almost an adult, and he couldn't act like she was a nine year old again and pretend like everything was alright.

Everything that happened was his fault, not yours, and he had no right treating you so harshly when he was having an affair with some random Imp, while you had been there for her since you were kids. Loving her with your whole heart, proving it time and time again.

She'd tell him she was practically a grown up, and he had to show her even a little respect. Including respecting who she chose to love.

Stolas was silent for a long minute, before sighing, nodding his head.

He'd conced, saying it was unfair, and apologising for everything. Although he wouldnt actually apologised to you.

He'd carry her out of the crumbling park, you following after, arms filled with stuffed animals.

Youd go home Via portal, Octavia and Stolas seemingly rekindled their bond. The man turning to you.

He'd tell you you were his first pick for his daughter. Or his second choice. Or third. Or fourth. Or Fif-

He was cut off by Octavia jabbing him with her elbow. The man would tell you simply, you made Octavia happy, and that was enough for him.

Although he would warn you of the endless torment hed show you if you ever hurt her.

Your relationship was pretty easy going, moving into the future. Your romance was able to grow with the begrudging approval of her father.

And yes, not everything was amazing all the time, and Stella did try to kill you every week or s. But you got by, and with your little love bird, your romance only grew, loving her whole heartedly.

#helluva boss #headcanon #x reader #helluva boss headcanon #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss octavia #Octavia #octavia x reader #helluva octavia

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atticraccoon · 2 years ago

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Eagle Reon brings his daughter to meet the Shiratorizawa uncles.

Hayato: "Aw... They grow so fast! Look! She's already bigger than me..."

Goshiki: "Ooh! It's Reon-san's child! A real child!"

Tendou: "Ah! It's a miniature Reon!"

Semi: "She's so cute... It makes me want to squeeze her..."

Kawanishi: thinking she's fluffy

Shirabu: wants to pluck Goshiki's feathers off, but won't, because it would be a bad example

Ushijima: about to ask if she likes volleyball

Now, I shall briefly explain which eagle I chose for each one of them, and why.

Ushijima: an enormous Golden Eagle

Why: This is the eagle that you imagine flying freely over the vast steppes. A fierce and powerful hunter. The one you would call the king of the skies.

Reon (and his daughter): Steller's Sea Eagle

Why: The heaviest and one of the biggest eagles in the world.

Because of this choice, for now, I will call his daughter Stella. Hehe.

(Trivia: Reon has one of the highest BMI in the series)

Semi: Harpy Eagle

Why: Mostly because of the color, but Semi also has quite high stats, so I think he deserves to be the mighty harpy eagle, one of the biggest and most powerful raptors in the world.

Goshiki: Verreaux's Eagle

Why: It might not be as big as the others above, but the Verreaux's seems to be quite the daring bird, not being afraid to challenge the bigger and stronger Martial Eagle for their catch. Also, something in them reminds me of Goshiki's bangs...

Shirabu: White-bellied Sea Eagle

Why: Mostly because of the light color. It was hard to choose an eagle for Shirabu.

Kawanishi: White-tailed Eagle

Why: Mostly because of the lighter color. But also because it's big, but relatively chill. It was hard to choose an eagle for Kawanishi.

Hayato: Peregrine Falcon

Why: The 'haya' in Hayato is the same as the 'haya' in 'hayabusa' (japanese for Peregrine Falcon). It's not an eagle, but I think it's a good match. Smaller, but faster.

Tendou: Bearded Vulture

Why: It's Tendou. Also, they break bones to eat the marrow, so Vulture Tendou would sing the 'baki baki' song while doing that. (Fun fact: The red is not blood, it's just stains that come from the habit of bathing in iron-rich mud.)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #shiratorizawa #ushijima wakatoshi #oohira reon #semi eita #tendou satori #yamagata hayato #kawanishi taichi #shirabu kenjirou #goshiki tsutomu #reon's daughter #animals #my art

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scmg11 · 2 years ago

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HAILEE STEINFELD x READER

IT’S A FULL MOON KINDA NIGHT

A/N: HELLO PEOPLE! I know, I know I disappeared again, but I had been busy with college, ugh!

Anyway, here I am, back with another fluffy chapter! And since I trying to make amends with everyone of you guys, another chapter is ready to be posted!

Enjoy!

Sending so so much love to everyone ❤️

Summary: Y/N and her friends are in L.A. for a small trip and a random encounter with a "stranger" will make Y/N's trip so much more interesting.

Warnings: just fluff.

Word count: 6395 words.

It was a bright, sunny day in Los Angeles, people walking around the beach, talking, laughing, running, just having a good time and so were Y/N and her friends.

"Why is it so hot?!" Y/N exclaimed as she leaned on a light pole that had a bit of shadow to shield away from the scorching hot sun and fanned herself with her hand.

"Because it’s summer idiot."

"We too have summer and it’s not this hot jerk."

"I know." Nick, Y/N’s best friend chuckled at the harsh response and the small slap on the shoulder Y/N sent his way and patted her a bit dump from sweat shoulder, "I was joking. You forgot how to joke under this hot sun?"

"Oh, ha ha very funny." Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed him a bit more before thanking Stella, who handed her a bottle of fresh water.

"Y/N’s right, it’s very hot, I’m sweating where I didn’t know I could sweat." Marc butted in, sipping on his own bottle of water as he looked around the packed street.

"Thank you!" Y/N gestured in appreciation at his friend and bumped his fist enthusiastically before they got interrupted by Y/N’s phone ringing, "oh it’s my mom. I’m gonna be right back."

"Okay, we’re just gonna sit there to grab something to eat." Kate announced to Y/N and nodded towards a small café not too far from them.

"Alright, you know what I usually order." Y/N nodded before answering the call, hearing her other best friend nod before starting her walk towards the café, yelling a ‘coming right up’ over her shoulder making Y/N chuckle amusedly, "hello?"

"It‘a been too long since we’ve had one of our sister-brother hangouts."

"Yeah, we’ve been both busy these past weeks."

"It’s nice." Hailee sighed contentedly with her eyes closed behind her sunglasses, her head directed up to the sun to let its rays warm her skin up and to invade her body with a familiar sense of comfort.

"Yeah." Griffin agreed with a bright grin and a small sigh himself as her slid his arm around his sister’s shoulders to side hug her softly, "it’s been too long since we’ve took a walk around here."

"Yeah! Remember that time when you tried to impress a girl with your non-existent skateboard skills and fell on the ground right in front of her feet?"

"Ugh, of course you brought up that."

"How could I not? It was hilarious."

"Y’know what? I’m leaving you here. Forget about our brother-sister hangouts." Griffin went to walk away but Hailee stopped him with her hands grasping his left bicep as loud giggles left her lips.

"No, no! I was kidding." Hailee’s laugh subsided a little as she flushed her body on Griffin’s one, clinging on his arm to prevent him from walking away and leaning her head on his shoulder, "well I wasn’t when I was talking about how hilarious it was, but-" Hailee trailed off to pull on Griffin’s bicep when he tried to escape her sister’s grip again before continuing, "I won’t bring it up again, today."

Griffin rolled his eyes at her sister’s antics but smiled nonetheless at their playful banter, "you better."

"Hey, do you want something to drink?" Hailee asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence when she noticed a food truck with a few people in line not too far from them.

"Ugh yes! It’s on me, do you want anything to eat too?"

"Not now, thanks." Hailee smiled at her brother and shook her head gingerly, "I’m saving up space for our traditional spot."

"Ah yes!" Griffin snapped his fingers in realization with a big smile on his lips before he lifted his hand up and high-fived Hailee enthusiastically, "our favorite diner since we were teens."

"You know it!" Hailee giggled cutely as she watched her brother stand in line, thanking him when her returned with their drinks and accepted it with a grateful smile.

"Hey Griff!" Griffin was about to say something to Hailee when a voice calling him from behind Hailee stopped him, causing both of them to turn around to locate the source of the sound. They found a group of guys waving at the tall boy enthusiastically, making him laugh gently under his breath.

"Do you mind? I’ll be quick."

"Yeah sure, go ahead, I’ll stay here." Hailee grinned at her brother in approval and watched him leave after telling her quick ‘thank you’. As the singer started her short walk to go stand under a palm tree a few feet away from her, her phone dinged loudly in her pocket. She retrieved it and looked at the notification she just got, a cute picture of Martini her mother sent her, and was ready to reply to her when she collided forcefully on a body, the hash impact and her being distracted made her drink spill all over the person’s clothes. "Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going."

"Oh shit!" Y/N turned around at the impact as wild shivers invaded her body at the cold sensation when a drink drenched her shirt, successfully cooling her down from the hot weather, before almost fainting right then and there when she noticed who just bumped into her, "oh shit."

"I’m so sorry. I was looking at my phone and I wasn’t watching where I was going and I didn’t see you and-"

Y/N got out of her reverie when the brunette started rambling again and shook her head to focus, "hey, no it’s fine. Don’t wo-"

"Oh no, it’s staining your shirt!"

Y/N looked down at the big stain starting to get visible on her white t-shirt, but laughed it off. "Don’t worry, it’s totally fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Y/N smiled warmly at the brunette and nodded gingerly, "I totally needed something to cool off from this scorching hot, sunny day."

"But I ruined your shirt."

"Ah, don’t worry. It wasn’t my favorite one." Y/N waved Hailee off with a laugh and put the phone away in her pocket.

"I’m Hailee."

"Y/N." They shook hands as they smiled at the other. "Oh shit, you don’t have your drink anymore. Here, let me buy you a new one." Y/N gestured towards the same food truck Griffin bought their drinks but Hailee promptly shook her head.

"Are you serious? I spilled my drink on your shirt and you want to buy me another one?"

"Yeah?"

Hailee chuckled at the confused look on Y/N’s face and shook her head gently, making Y/N’s head swoon at the heavenly sound coming out of the brunette’s mouth stretched over a beautiful smile, "I should be the one buying you a drink and a new shirt!"

"You don’t need to do that! It’s fine."

"It’s the least I can do." Hailee insisted with her eyes showing her regret for her clumsily bumping into Y/N’s body and spilling all of her drink onto her and her shirt, "please?"

"Ugh, fine. But only a drink. I don’t want you to buy me a shirt for an accident." Hailee smiled in gratitude at her girl an nodded, "has anyone ever told you you can trick anyone into doing anything with just a look?" Y/N asked in a sarcastic tone as they walked over the food truck and waited their turn.

"Yes, actually. I use it all the time with my brother."

"Yeah." Y/N clapped her hands together and shook her head softly side to side, "do not do that again. It’s terribly cute."

Hailee felt her cheeks starting to burn slightly at the compliment but covered it up with a gentle laugh, "I hope I didn’t interrupt an important call or something before."

"Oh no, don’t worry. It was my mom and I was done anyway."

"Oh thank God! She won’t think someone attacked you or something."

"Oh that would’ve been hilarious to explain." The two shared a laugh before grabbing the drinks they ordered and walked back to the spot Hailee bumped into Y/N.

"Sorry if I am overstepping but, I can hear you are not from here." Hailee started gently, hearing a bit of an accent slipping a few times from Y/N.

"Because I’m not. I’m from Spain. I’m here on vacation with my friends." Y/N explained with a small laugh after taking a sip of her fresh drink.

"Oh wow! That’s so cool!"

The two talked a bit about Y/N’s trip, Hailee recommending a few places to visit since she was from LA before Y/N got a call from her friends asking her whereabouts, causing them to reluctantly putting an end to their surprisingly comfortable conversation. They shared a quick hug before saying goodbye, "well, it was fun! See ya around Steinfeld!" Y/N threw over her shoulder before winking, chuckling at the singer’s mouth opening in shock.

"Hey, you know who I am?" Hailee asked as she watched the girl walk away from her.

"Who doesn’t?" Y/N replied mysteriously with another chuckle and a small shrug of her shoulder before winking again, turning back around and walking away, leaving a bit flustered Hailee to stare at her retrieving figure.

After a few days of walking around and visiting the city, Y/N and her friends decided to spend the day at the beach, enjoying the sun and the ocean as they relaxed on the sand or in the water. They walked a bit to find a perfect spot isolated from loud people and got everything ready, "you guys! Ha ha always so fucking mature!" Y/N pushed her wet hair out of her face as she stared her friends down laughing their assess off after lifting her up from her laying position on the sand and carrying her in the water, before throwing her in and following right after. They spent about 10 minutes splashing each other or playing around in the water before Y/N decided to go back and sunbathe a bit, humming in appreciation when the rays of the bright sun warmed her in an instant, tingling her skin in a comfortable, delicate way that brought her a peaceful calmness. Y/N’s tranquility and quietness was interrupted about 4 minutes later when she felt something hit the side of her face followed by a loud sniffling then by a wet sensation on her cheek, "what the fuck?"

Y/N immediately jolted up and searched hastily what attacked her but as soon as her eyes settled on the source of disturbance, her body immediately relaxed as a loud ‘aw’ left her mouth, "Martini no!"

Y/N lifted her head up and focused her attention at the figure running towards her and smirked in amusement up at the approaching brunette, while scratching behind the dog’s ears, wagging her tail in excitement. "Are you stalking me Steinfeld?"

"Y/N!"

"Hey." The Y/H/C girl smiled brightly at the singer and nodded in her direction, "so?"

Hailee lifted her eyebrow up in confusion at the question before remembering the girl’s previous words and rolled her eyes good-naturedly, totally not blushing at the amused but totally enticing face Y/N had on and at the implications behind her question, "oh yeah totally!" Hailee replied in a sarcastic tone and crouched down beside Y/N to scold her dog, "Martini I told you to stay by my side!"

Y/N chuckled when Hailee’s dog ignored her completely and kept licking Y/N’s hand instead, "she’s so cute." Y/N giggled when Martini nipped gently on her fingers before pushing her tiny head into her palm to prompt her to keep scratching behind her ears, "do you like it baby?"

Hailee’s heart melted at the cute baby voice Y/N used with her dog and found herself smiling dumbly at her as she stared fondly at the- stranger? Acquaintance? Person she randomly met because she spilled her drink on her shirt? "She likes you."

"Well duh, who doesn’t?" Y/N quipped as she threw her wet hair across her shoulder with her free hand, eliciting a loud laugh from the singer, who pushed softly on her shoulder jokingly.

"I’m ignoring that purposefully. She is not so friendly with people she doesn’t know. It takes a while to warm up to people." Hailee pointed out as she sat down on Y/N’s towel to stop the pain starting to form into her legs from the uncomfortable crouching position.

"Oh well, it must be because I love her already, isn’t that right Teenie? Yes it is. Oh stop!" Y/N lifted Martini up with both of her hands and brought her closer to her face, making the dog starting to lick her nose excitedly.

Hailee’s smiled grew fonder as she witnessed the scene unfolding in front of her, her heart swelling at the nickname Y/N used, but snapped out of it a few seconds as she felt warmth form into her chest, "what are you doing here?"

"Well, I don’t know where you’re from, but where I come from when you go to the beach you go to swim, sunbathe, surf, y’know normal stuff." Y/N teased in a snarky tone and with a cheeky grin, causing Hailee to roll her eyes as she shoved a chuckling Y/N once again.

"Always that funny?"

"Yeah, it’s one of my best qualities." Y/N countered back nonchalantly as she winked at the singer, totally missing the small blush dusting over her cheeks as she was busy playing with Martini on her lap.

"Anyway, I meant here as in this deserted part of the beach. People don’t usually come here to swim."

"We wanted to enjoy the beach in a quiet, not crowded spot. So we walked a few miles and arrived here. Do you come here often?"

"Yeah, I live close by. I usually come here with Teenie to be alone for a while, enjoy the sound of the ocean and the peace surrounding me."

"You found a special spot. I feel oddly at peace here. We were going to walk a bit more further but I stopped my friends here. I felt a sense of calmness invading me, like a warm hug comforting me after a stressful day, making all my problems wash away in a blink of an eye."

Hailee shivered visibly at how accurate Y/N’s description was to what she also felt and nodded softly with a gentle hum. They didn’t say anything else, just soaked under the warm sun, with Martini now resting between them as both caressed each of her ear and looking at the sea in front of them.

"We seriously need to stop meeting each other at random spots." Y/N looked up from her book at the familiar voice and smiled warmly up at the girl standing in front of her, her stomach flipping over itself at the ethereal beauty that was Hailee dressed with a pair of ripped jeans, black t-shirt, her face makeup free, a pair of sunglasses perched on the top of her head and her brown hair flowing perfectly on her shoulders.

"Like I said a few days ago, you are the one stalking me." Y/N chuckled gently under her breath and shook her head, "wanna sit?"

Hailee smiled warmly at Y/N and took a seat in front of her, "where are your friends?"

"We went to a club last night. They are still sleeping their drunken asses off." Y/N chuckled amusedly as she took a sip of her coffee.

"And you didn’t?" Hailee giggled softly as she eyed Y/N close her book and putting it aside.

"Nah. I usually have just a couple of drinks and then stop. Just to have your head slightly unfocused but still sober enough to be in charge of your body and actions." Y/N shrugged as she called a waiter over for Hailee to order something. Hailee grinned in appreciation at the girl before giving her order to the waiter, then focusing her attention back on the Y/H/C beauty.

"Yeah, same. I enjoy drinking but why getting drunk and make a fool out of yourself so your friends could tease you forever?"

"Exactly. I already do that when I’m sober. I prefer keeping it that way. I don’t need being taunted for my drunk self too." Hailee laughed heartily at the joke and for a moment her head reeled out of control at how comfortable she felt with a girl she only bumped into 3 times in the span of less than 10 days, but she got pulled out when warmth invaded her chest when the girl giggled alongside her and decided she wasn’t minding it not even a bit.

"How long are you staying here?"

"Well, our vacation technically ends in 4 days." Hailee felt her heart drop at the information, not wanting the girl to go back home, but forced her stupid wishful self to stop, putting a blank face on. We live in the twenty-first century you idiot, phones exist so you can keep in touch with everyone all around the world whenever you want. "But I’m staying a bit longer."

Hailee perched up at that information and slapped herself for getting so overexcited, "oh, why?"

"Because I’m taking my master’s degree here in LA. I’m starting in a few months but I’m moving here earlier to settle in."

"That’s great!" Hailee smiled enthusiastically at Y/N and asked more about her master’s degree as they sipped coffee peacefully.

"Wanna go for a walk?" Y/N asked for a while, the sun was now shining bright since it was around 10 a.m. and it glazed over Hailee’s features in a heavenly and unfocusing way that Y/N felt the need to distract herself with something else like a walk because she didn’t know what could come out of her mouth if she kept looking at the breathtaking sight that was Hailee Steinfeld.

"Sure!" Hailee grinned warmly at Y/N at her question and started to collect her things to sit up and go pay for their order but Y/N stopped her with a hand on her own - the singer was totally unaffected by the gesture if the butterflies flying around in her stomach and her head spinning out of control are anything to go by - and shook her head gently with a soft smile, "you didn’t!"

"I did, when you went to the bathroom." Y/N replied sheepishly and dodged the hand Hailee swatted at her shoulder with a small chuckle.

"Y/N!"

"Oh c’mon! It was on me!"

Hailee huffed out childishly and rolled her eyes fondly, "okay, but next time, I’m paying."

"Deal." Hailee then slapped herself mentally for getting excited once again at the promise of meeting again for coffee with Y/N. "Shall we go, miss Steinfeld?"

Hailee giggled at Y/N sitting up and stretching her arm over for her to take and help her up from her chair, doing just that a moment later and boldly decided to entwine their arms together as they left the bar and started walking down the street. "So when we first met-"

"When you drenched me with your drink?"

Hailee slapped Y/N shoulder gently at her sarcastic tone and heard her giggle, "I told you it was an accident and I was sorry! Anyway, when we first met, you knew it was me?"

"Yeah. I mean, I may live on the other side of the world, but I don’t live under a rock. I am actually a big fan of yours- well not a crazy one but I like your music and watched pretty much everything you did. You are incredibly talented." Hailee noticed a faint blush unfolding upon Y/N’s cheeks and her heart just about melted at the girl’s admission, "you are also a big inspiration to me, a few life choices I made were thanks to you and your inspirational self. I’m always catching up with every movie or tv show you do because you acting is mind-blowing, you actually- nope- nevermind."

Hailee’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and curiosity now that Y/N’s face was burning red and she tried to squirm away from her grasp, but the singer tightened her arm around Y/N’s one and locked eyes with her, stopping altogether their walk and standing in the middle of the deserted beach, "now I want to know what you were saying."

"Nope, I got carried away and almost revealed an embarrassing thing."

"Okay, now I definitely want to know." Hailee stared Y/N down but the girl wasn’t relenting despite her face becoming beet red in mere instants, "please?"

"No! You would think I’m a creep or totally not cool."

"That would be impossible. I already think you are not cool." Hailee joked and laughed heartily when Y/N gasped indignantly with a hand on her chest and tried to push Hailee away from her, "sorry, sorry! I was kidding. C’mon! Tell me! I promise I won’t judge you." Y/N stared into Hailee’s eyes, now shining brightly with the sun reflecting through them, making her detect every shade into them, while her brown hair flowed perfectly with the wind blowing gently into them, causing Y/N’s brain to short-circuit at how ethereal she looked in that moment. She sighed out loud when she knew there was no escaping now.

"You are actually my lock screen."

Hailee gasped excitedly at the new information as she let her stomach flip over itself at the information, "really? I wanna see!"

"Are you out of your mind?! No! I already shared something I thought I would never tell you."

"Please, I want to see which picture you chose and if I look good in it."

"Hailee. Are you fucking serious right now?" Y/N asked incredulously and when the singer looked like she didn’t know what she meant with that she shook her head fondly, "you are beautiful Hailee. In every single picture you take."

Hailee had to actually make sure her feet were still planted on the ground after that truthful statement as her stupid mind reeled and her heart almost jumped out of her chest, "I- thank you." Hailee leaned her head on Y/N’s shoulder and enjoyed the small embrace a few seconds before lifting her head back up and meeting Y/N’s eyes, "show me that picture please! Now I’m curious."

"No!"

"At least tell me a few details."

"It was during the F1 Miami Grand Prix."

Hailee thought about the event taking place a few months prior and recalled the few outfits she wore during those days, "which day?"

"The first one, I think." Y/N wasn’t meeting Hailee’s eyes as she played with the sand with her feet. Since they both stopped walking and were just standing on a deserted part of the beach, Hailee fetched a towel from her purse and laid it on the ground for them to sit on, both sitting cross-legged across each other.

"Oh I got it now!" Hailee recalled her pink outfit she wore the first day she arrived in Miami and smiled brightly at Y/N, "I liked that outfit."

"Yeah, pink suits you." Y/N admitted before she could even process it and Hailee giggled when she saw the girl widen her eyes and clamp her mouth shut, "can we change subject please?"

"Okay-" Y/N sighed in relief but her breath got stuck in her throat when Hailee continued, "if you show me what picture we’re talking about."

Y/N rolled her eyes at singer’s cheeky smirk and pulled her phone out of her pocket, "blackmailing me, how petty of you."

Y/N handed Hailee her phone still blocked and closed her eyes in anticipation not wanting to watch Hailee’s reaction but opening them right after because she totally wanted to see her reaction. The singer tapped on the black screen and watched as it light up and showed her the picture of her holding a beer and smiling to the side on the lock screen. "I remember this picture. Why this one?"

"Because-" Y/N sighed out loud and shook her head, "I don’t know, there is something in this picture that just screams perfect. It’s hard to explain but you can clearly see how happy you were, having a good time with your brother. Your eyes are glowing and your smile can literally outshine the sun."

"Wow. And here I thought you chose it for my boobs on display." Hailee cracked a joke to divert the attention to her heart almost beating out of her chest at the truthful, loving words spoken by the Y/E/C girl and watched as the Y/H/C girl widened her eyes in shock and her jaw dropped open at her crass words.

"Hailee!" Y/N swapped the singer’s shoulder as her blush came back in full force, causing her to cover her face with her hands as she groaned out loud into them.

"What?! You can’t tell me people didn’t notice it."

And Y/N couldn’t find in herself the words to counter that statement back because she was only human and she in fact noticed it, or her abs for that matter. But let’s not focus on that. "What are you doing?" Y/N asked in confusion when she heard a few snapping sounds and removed her hands from her face to watch the singer taking a few selfies with her phone.

"I’m giving you your next lock screen." Hailee replied nonchalantly as she kept taking a few more pictures with her phone.

"Are you kidding me?" Y/N was sure she was ready to faint and she almost literally did when Hailee looked seductively into the camera and snapped a picture, before making a silly face and taking another one. If this is a dream, holy shit don’t wake me up.

"C’mere. Let’s take a few ones together." And Y/N let Hailee pull her towards her and tried to keep at bay the shivers that formed when her back collided with the singer’s front before grinning at the camera.

After about 15 minutes Y/N got a call from their friends and the two of them reluctantly sat up to walk back, Hailee to her car and Y/N towards the hotel she was staying in, but they were both happy to discover that they had to go in the same direction, so they spent the 15 minutes walk back in a comfortable silence, wrapped around their bubble and clinging on the other’s entwined arm gently for more closure. "Wait, give me your phone, unlocked please."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at the request but obliged nonetheless as she handed Hailee her device and watched as she typed something in a few seconds before hearing a beeping sound coming from her purse, "if you texted my friends something embarrassing, that’s very childish of you miss Steinfeld."

Hailee chuckled gently and handed Y/N her phone back, before grabbing her own and typing something away before smiling brightly at Y/N when Y/N’s device dinged in her hand, causing the girl to look at her in confusion before her jaw slacked open as she noticed the notification she just received. "You just texted me."

"Yeah, so I don’t have to pretend I’m not stalking you." Hailee joked with a small laugh and watched as Y/N rolled her eyes fondly and smiled sheepishly at her. "I need to go now, but I was thinking, Friday is a full moon. I always go to the beach and stay there to relax and enjoy it. You in?" Hailee asked shyly as she tried to not look away from Y/N’s eyes while a blush started to burn on her cheeks.

"Of course! Who wouldn’t?!" Hailee’s heart rate fluttered at the genuine enthusiasm on Y/N’s features and smiled gently at her before the two hugged briefly and parted ways with their stomaches going crazy at the prospect of meeting again in a few days.

Y/N/N 💕:

I am finally settled in my new home!

Pop Star ❤️:

Yay!

Pop Star ❤️:

This needs a celebration!

Pop Star ❤️:

Tex me the address.

Y/N/N 💕:

*insert address*.

Pop Star ❤️:

I’m on my way.

Y/N/N 💕:

Here?

Pop Star ❤️:

No, I’m on my way to Paris,

dumbass.

Pop Star ❤️:

Of course I’m on my way

to your house!

Y/N/N 💕:

Keep being so rude and

I’m fucking leaving you

outside.

Pop Star ❤️:

Love you too ray of

sunshine ❤️.

"Academy award nominee, multi-platinum singer Hailee Steinfeld picking me up after my classes. You are definitely making me the most popular girl in class now." Y/N noticed a few bewildered looks as they drove away and chuckled amusedly before focusing her attention on Hailee, now sporting a blonde shade to her brunette hair, making her ten times more beautiful and hot in Y/N’s opinion, but Y/N disregarded those thoughts again as soon as they resurfaced into her brain and smiled at Hailee before laying a peck on her cheek, "hi."

"Someone is in an happy mood." Hailee chuckled softly as she covered up the blush Y/N’s gesture elicited with her hair flowing down her face and staring straight ahead to focus on the road.

"I don’t have classes for the rest of the week, I already finished studying right before you picked me up and tonight’s is a full moon, which means I get to spend quality time with my favorite one." Hailee’s smile grew ten sizes at the words only for it to drop as her jaw slacked at Y/N continuing her sentence, "Martini."

"Okay! I’m leaving you here. Get out." Hailee stopped at a red light and signaled Y/N to exit her car but the girl merely laughed and leaned over the car’s console to peck the singer’s cheek repeatedly, causing Hailee’s stomach to implode at the affectionate gesture.

"I was kidding! Well not completely. I’m excited to see Martini, but I can’t wait to spend the rest of the day and tomorrow with you."

"Y’know I’ve always felt so connected with the moon." Y/N spoke up after a few minutes of silence, her gaze still locked on the moon in the sky as she let the calming sound of the ocean wrap around the two of them peacefully. They were laying down on a towel, a big, fluffy blanked on top of them to warm them from the wind blowing steadily as they soaked in the peacefulness of the night.

Hailee turned her head a bit to Y/N and admired her perfect profile for a couple of seconds before asking in a quiet tone, "why?"

Y/N turned her head towards Hailee and met her eyes, "because it can connect with anyone like someone across the world is staring at the same moon in this moment. And also because it’s a loyal companion of the earth. It’s always there, it never leaves. It helps a lot of people during hard time because it’s like a metaphor, a light in the dark and it’s always a source of inspiration. Everyday it shows us a different version of itself until we see it at its peak during full moon nights. And there are a lot more things that just look so beautifully poetical that you cannot love it by just looking at it." During her speech Y/N shifted her gaze from Hailee’s mesmerizing eyes to the moon but the singer’s gaze never left Y/N’s face as she memorized every single detail, from her nose, to her jaw, her profile and then her lips she swore she hears them calling her own lips. When Y/N noticed Hailee stayed quiet, not hearing a response, a comment or any thought from the singer she smiled warmly thinking she fell asleep, so when she turned around to verify Hailee actually fell asleep, she did a double take when she was met with a powerful, fierce gaze already staring intently at her. "Did we lost you space cadet?"

Y/N chuckled at her own joke and that was what made Hailee snap out of her thoughts and finally speak, "wow."

"Yeah, I can be a lot sometimes."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I met a few people that told me I talk too much." Y/N shrugged like it was no big deal and giggled gently, making Hailee’s heart clench at such mad statement.

"What?" Hailee furrowed her brows more at the nonchalance Y/N is saying those belittling words and clenched hard on her jaw as wrath boiled over into her stomach, wanting at all costs to comfort Y/N because she was literally perfect, "you’re kidding right?"

"No, I am not. They called me annoying, among other things." Y/N shook her head at the memory and the blonde saw a bit of hurt flash over her eyes, but it lasted only a millisecond before it got covered up with a sarcastic glint, "but who cares!"

"I do."

"It’s okay Haiz, I told them to go fuck themselves. I don’t need them in my life." Y/N continued earnestly and shrugged her shoulders gently, "anyway, I tend to ramble a bit on things I am passionate about. One time I spent 2 minutes rambling about my makeup routine only because my friend told me she liked my mascara. It was totally uncalled for and she was nice enough to not tell me to shut up but I could clearly see she was anno-umph." Hailee felt her heart soar into her ears the moment their lips collided, only for its rate to skyrocket wildly when Y/N pushed more onto her mouth and kissed her back, after a second of being still from the shock. Their lips glided over each other slowly, without rush, eliciting sensations neither of them ever experienced with their previous lovers and just that fact alone made their heads spin out of control. "Hi."

Hailee’s chest tightened at the cuteness of Y/N’s small, cute voice and giggled gently under her breath, before pushing a strand of hair that fell on her forehead behind Y/N’s ear, "hello back."

"I was rambling, wasn’t I?"

"Yeah and it was the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen." Hailee admitted truthfully before laying a soft peck on Y/N’s slightly kiss swollen lips, "I wanted for it to never end but I’ve been wanting to kiss you since we settled here on this towel and I couldn’t wait any longer. Not after that amazing speech about the moon."

"Would it be okay if I kiss you again?"

"Why don’t you come here and found out yourself?" Hailee murmured seductively on Y/N’s lips as she fisted the front of her shirt and pulled on it to crash their lips together again, this time the kiss a lot more deep and rushed from the previous one as their lips discovered each other with purpose. A soft hum resounded between them, although they didn’t know who was that emitted it, when their mouths opened at the same time to ask for permission, causing shivers to invade their bodies when their tongues slid over each other slowly, sensually, greedily to examine every nook and cranny of the other’s mouth. Hailee’s hands skidded up and combed into Y/N’s hair to push her more into the kiss when Y/N lifted herself up a bit from her lying position and hovered over Hailee, now fully laying down on the towel, with her forearm perching beside her head for leverage as the other caressed her jaw gently and both now hummed in delight when their upper chests flushed together and increased the sense of closure they were already feeling with kissing.

"You’re beautiful." Y/N murmured on Hailee’s lips when they pulled away from the kiss because air became necessary before planting a soft kiss on her cheek, "the most beautiful girl-" a peck on the other cheek, "inside and out-" a kiss on her nose, "I’ve ever had the pleasure-" Y/N’s lips laid gently on Hailee’s forehead, "to meet-" a kiss on the singer’s chin, "and to have in my life." Y/N finished attacking Hailee’s face with one last kiss on the girl’s lips, who beamed at her with a soft red hue on her cheeks.

"God, bumping into you months ago had been the best thing that happened to me." Hailee spoke up after a few moments of trying to kickstart her brain to work and pulled Y/N back down on her lips, this kiss playful but meaningful as their mouths slowly savored each other.

"Well we have to thank your clumsiness then." Y/N chuckled when Hailee opened her mouth in fake outrage and slapped the back of her head gently.

"Take that back." Hailee jutted her bottom lip out childishly and Y/N giggled loudly at the singer’s adorableness.

"Why don’t you try to convince me about taking it back?" Y/N smiled wolfishly at the blonde and watched as the blush she just got rid of returned in full force on her cheeks and that sight warmed her heart to no end.

"Hm, I have a few ideas." Hailee hummed lowly before pushing Y/N’s mouth back down on her own for yet another slow, tentative kiss. They didn’t need to rush anything. After sharing a few more gentle pecks, getting lost into a heavy make-out session that never went beyond a few deep kisses, they decided to move into Hailee’s house when the air started to get chilly and cuddled on the singer’s bed as the tv played a reality show they weren’t exactly paying attention to as they were too much engrossed in exchanging stories and just existing together in that moment, wrapped up around each other with a few soft kisses shared in between.

Baby 💕:

OMG I JUST HEARD YOUR

SONG ON THE RADIO!!!

Cutie ❤️:

Did you like it?

Baby 💕:

Are you kidding me?

Baby 💕:

I LOVED IT.

Baby 💕:

Wait- hold on.

Baby 💕:

Why didn’t you want me

to listen to it before it

got released?

Cutie ❤️:

Because I wanted it to be

a surprise.

Cutie ❤️:

And because it��s about you.

Cutie ❤️:

But now I’m sad that I didn’t to

get to see your reaction tho ☹️.

Baby 💕:

WHAt?!

Baby 💕:

Hold on, let me go listen

to it again.

Baby 💕:

HAILEE. STEINFELD.

Cutie ❤️:

Yes? 😇.

Baby 💕:

You- ugh.

Baby 💕:

I’m on my way to your house.

Baby 💕:

Get ready to "coast" 😉.

Cutie ❤️:

Can’t wait 😈.

Baby 💕:

And for the record, I’ll be

the one sinking into you.

Soon 😏.

Cutie ❤️:

Oh fuck, hurry up! 🥵.

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sserpente · 2 years ago

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A/N: Request from @ppartridgee. Naughty, spooky, fluffy. Well, I know I’m perfectly content now! :D

Words: 2616 Warnings: smut, fluff

Additional NSFW warnings: Daddy kink (well, that’s certainly a first on this blog!)

Thud. You scrambled to your feet when the door fell shut, shutting the book in your hands and frantically shoving it under your pillow. William Ransome had no business finding out what you were reading. You had bought the novel on your trip to London and Lord, was it sinful… about a young woman who fell in love with the priest of her town after he had convinced her that the only way to repent for her sins was to pleasure him… You bit your lower lip. Yes. William Ransome definitely had no business finding out about any of that.

“Don’t you think…” he began instead of a greeting, “…that you are exaggerating a little bit with all of your Halloween decoration?” You grinned when he stepped into your field of vision and crossed your arms before your chest, holding back a cough. You’d been feeling quite horrible and worn out all morning, like an invisible force was pulling at your limbs. You already suspected that you were getting sick but as long as you still had chores to do, you were unwilling to give in to it.

“No. Why?” The entire house was full of pumpkins. Some you had drawn funny faces on, others now made scary grimaces. Nearer the spookiest day of the year, you would carve some of them too and stuff them with a candle so they’d illuminate the darkness after dusk.

The vicar smiled and shook his head.

“I made some pumpkin soup, you want some?”

“Oh? Pumpkin soup? Good god, where did you get the pumpkins for it?” He asked jokingly as he sat down at the table.

Chuckling, you staggered over to your small kitchen area to heat up the pot. Will regularly came here ever since his wife died. There was a sad loneliness about the vicar that deeply touched you and somehow… you had found friendship in one another. Well… Will had found friendship in you. You had found a man you didn’t dare confess your love to.

You had not spoken about Stella in a while but you were unsure whether Will was still grieving, for if he was… you would never want to put him in a position where he’d have to choose between your friendship or… you sighed. Whatever the second option was.

“The kids and teens in town will go crazy again…” He sighed, burying his face in his hands. “I just hope they’ll live the church alone.”

“Oh, I’m sure they will. Last year was an exception and those responsible moved away. It’ll be fine. I’m looking forward to handing out some sweets, in any case.”

“They’ll be running your door in. You are the only one who puts effort into Halloween. I just wish you would…” Will looked up with an apologetic expression on his face. “I just wish you would… tone it down just a little bit. I couldn’t bear the villagers starting to call you a witch and ask me to cast you out or perform an exorcism on you.”

Heat pooled in your core, making you gasp quietly. Instantly, you were reminded of that one scene in the book where the priest had tied the protagonist to the altar as naked as Eve and then proceeded to lick every single inch of her body until he’d reached her wet folds, a teasing flick to her most sensitive part… You cleared your throat, finishing up Will’s meal.

“It’s just a holiday, I’m allowed to be excited about it. Besides, aren’t the Jack’O’Lanterns supposed to scare away evil spirits? They should thank me I’m doing your job!” You chuckled and set the soup on the table before him. Will dug in immediately.

“That’s not exactly how it works, darling.” Darling. He always had you weak in the knees when he called you that. Not that he knew.

You closed your eyes for a moment. The headache that’d been tormenting you since this morning kept getting worse, and no amount of fluids you drank helped. You winced after you’d finished cleaning up and Will had finished his soup.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, concern radiating over to you.

“Yeah… just a headache. I’m probably coming down with the flu or something.” The vicar frowned, rising from his seat to walk over to you. You gasped quietly when he brought his palm to your forehead.

“You are burning up, darling. You should be in bed. Come on… I will get the doctor.”

“I’ll be fine, Will. I’ve had this a dozen times before. A bit of rest and I’ll be…” You got interrupted by a coughing fit so bad your stomach hurt by the time you were done.

“Bed. Right now,” was all he said. Your lower regions clenched. That… fuck. That was by far the most dominant thing he had ever… you swallowed thickly. He never once took his eyes off you until you were back in bed, allowing him to tuck you in and sit on the edge of the mattress.

“I can brew you some tea in your kitchen if that is alright with you.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“And after that,” he said when he rose again, “I expect you to stay in bed until you recovered. No more decorating with pumpkins, okay?” He was so sweet. And loving, and kind, and caring and hot and handsome and…

“Okay, Daddy.” Your eyes widened. Fuck. You had said that out loud. Will stopped dead in his tracks and gave you a hesitant look.

“What… did you just call me?”

Biting your lower lip, you avoided his blue gaze, looking around your bedroom in an attempt to find the perfect excuse for what had just happened… but you couldn’t. Daddy was what the main protagonist in your book had started calling the honourable Father. Pure filth had followed the statement in the book… but Will wasn’t exactly fictional. Quite on the contrary. He was very, very real.

Panicking, you opened your mouth without a single sound escaping it, shuffling back a little on the bed and managing, on top of your embarrassment, to knock the book hidden under your pillow on the wooden floor.

Will frowned, giving you a questioning look before his blue eyes landed on the title. His lips parted as he picked it up. You watched, frozen in place when he flipped it over and skimmed the blurb. And then, his eyes locked with yours again.

“I can explain…” You started. But could you? The only explanation here was that your feelings for the town’s vicar went way beyond friendship and that you desired him like a dragon desired treasure. Will was your treasure. And up until now, you had been perfectly content with having him in your life as a friend, even if your heart… and your body… longed for more.

“It’s just a novel.”

“A novel about a young woman and her… vicar. And you calling me ‘Daddy’ surely was no accident, was it?” He looked at you, not in a reproachful way, but as if he wanted to, no, needed to figure you out. Your thoughts, your feelings. As if he suspected… The way he said “Daddy” made you shiver with need, even more so when he said your name.

“If we go… there… you know things would never be like they were before then.”

“You… Will… Do you…”

“I… I do. I do reciprocate.”

Your lips parted, both excitement and shock filling your core at the same time. “Why… why did you never tell me?”

“Because…” He paused, looking up to the ceiling as if fetching the words from there. “Because I am your vicar. I am supposed to protect you and provide comfort, not lure you into a romantic relationship with me.”

“You needed company and comfort as much as I did, Will. You can’t possibly believe that God will provide you with that when you’re all alone in that church praying.” Another coughing fit. Damn that flu.

“I did not allow myself to go any further. I am supposed to be mourning my wife…”

“It’s been over a year, Will. She wouldn’t want you to waste away and…”

The vicar closed his eyes for a brief moment, finally setting your book aside. “If we do this…” He repeated. “I’m not sure I will be able to go back to being your friend, darling.”

“I… I know.” But you felt like you might die if you didn’t get to feel him. Taste him, smell him, let yourself be consumed by him. “I don’t want you to.”

Will’s gaze was so loving you feared you’d melt into a puddle, even more so when it darkened with a start and he said, “Then be good for me and sit on my lap.” Testing the waters. Seeing how far he could take it. Exploring and daring. This was as new for him as it was for you.

The corners of your mouth twitched when he sat down on the bed and you crawled over to him to obey. “Okay.”

“Okay…?”

You pressed your legs together. Fuck.

“Okay… Daddy.” You blushed, making him chuckle.

“I’m sorry…” you choked out. “I didn’t… the book… and it’s kind of hot given you’re…”

Will smiled. “No need to be ashamed. I like the idea… I simply didn’t think you’d have such a filthy mind, darling.”

You grinned despite your growing headache. “Is that a sin? I might need to be… punished if it is.”

Will took the hint and smiled. “Perhaps another time. For now, we need to nurse you back to health. Are you sure you don’t want to see the doctor?”

“No… it’s that time of the year, I’ll be fine. A sore throat, and a bit of a fever… I’ll just… stay in bed and rest. I don’t want to miss Halloween.”

“Very well then… I’m sure we’ll find a different way to make you feel better. You know…” he began, moving your skirts out of the way so the only piece of fabric still protecting you from his soft hands were your cotton knickers. Your heartbeat sped up, along with a familiar heat pooling right between your legs. “…last time I was in London, Dr. Garrett and I had a very interesting conversation about how the release of endorphins… is believed to reduce stress and pain. And do you know what causes a high release of endorphins at once?”

“N-no?” Your breath was shaky, and so was your entire body. You brought your hands to his shoulders to steady yourself all the while Will spread your legs even further. This was happening. This was truly happening.

“Orgasms, darling.” Your knickers were wet. Soaked.

“So let me take care of you…” Sucking in a deep breath through your teeth, you let him push the fabric aside and then leaned forward to press your lips against his. Oh… Quickly, you turned your head.

“Let me kiss you, darling.” He smiled, hiding his irritation.

“I don’t want to infect you.”

“Ah… but what we are about to do will not infect me?” As if to make a point, Will began to unbuckle his belt. Then, suddenly, he paused, looking you deep in the eye. “Are you certain you want this?”

“Y-yes. Are… are you?”

“More than anything, love. I just never thought you would feel the same way. I would never pressure you into…”

“You’re not!” A cough. “I promise you’re not. I want this,” you stressed. You inched forward, feeling his hard length hidden beneath his trousers.

Whimpering when he freed himself, Will then grabbed a hold of your bottom and gently lifted you up, onto his throbbing member. Fuck, you were quite positive you had never seen a cock this beautiful. And every fibre of your being was aching to feel it inside of you.

Eager to ride him, you bucked your hips to sit down, the vicar, however, stopped you.

“Slowly… we don’t want you to exhaust yourself, right?” You shook your head, biting your lower lip so hard you feared you’d draw blood.

“No, Daddy…” Calling him so only fuelled your arousal, even more so when he growled. He actually growled. Fuck. Inch by agonising inch, you impaled yourself on his hard manhood until his tip was pressing against your cervix almost painfully.

Will was guiding you as you began to ride him, heeding his advice to go slow. His large hands were on your hips, rocking you back and forth in an almost soothing manner—and at this point, you were already so lost in your pleasure and quite possibly your fever that you would have done anything he asked for. You had a feeling that the vicar was very well aware of that and it was touching how thoughtful he was being with your vulnerability.

Never before had you felt like this. So at ease. So innocent, so… you took a deep breath, increasing your speed a little. Subspace. You’d read about it before. Deeper and deeper you fell into that blissful state all the while your arousal grew higher and higher.

Your clit was rubbing deliciously against Will’s pelvic bone, the sound of sex echoing through the room.

“Easy… don’t rush it…” You heard him mumble when you sped up yet again, eager for the orgasm that was slowly creeping up on you like a poltergeist.

“But… what about… you…” You breathed out in response, barely able to form a functioning sentence anymore.

“I am already struggling to hold out for a while longer, sweet angel.” Sweet angel… Your pussy clenched around him, a delicious precursor of what you were hunting like a hungry lioness.

“You’re close…” He said. It was not a question. Nodding mutely, you dug your fingernails into his clothed shoulders, looking him deep in the eye with parted lips. Your mouth formed a perfect O when you finally came undone, gushing all over him as you let your climax consume you.

Will moaned. “I have to… pull out, darling… We can’t risk…” He groaned once more. It took you all of your willpower to stop riding him, to avoid feeling him cumming inside of you and filling you up with his seed. But in the end, you managed, if anything because you were not exactly fond of the idea of getting pregnant just yet either.

Will lifted you off of him, flipping you over so you came to lie on your back, and wrapped his hand around his thick length, finishing what you had started. A couple more eager thrusts were all it took for him to stain both the bed and your stomach with his warm seed, accompanied by heavy grunts and groans.

Then, for a few peaceful and quiet seconds, it was utterly silent. You were too exhausted to lift yourself up, instead left it to Will to stand, adjust his trousers, and then reach for the cloth next to your washing bowl on top of the vanity to clean you up.

“Thank you…” You whispered, allowing him to tuck you in straight after, smiling weakly when he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Are you feeling alright? Perhaps… we should have waited until you feel better…”

“No… no, I’m fine. Tired but fine. That was… God, that was amazing.”

Your eyes fell shut but you felt his smile nonetheless.

“It was. I only ever dared dream of being with you like this.” He paused, stroking your hair. “I’ll get you your tea now. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

You smiled. When he turned around to leave the bedroom, before you could utter another cheeky “Thank you, Daddy”, you had already fallen asleep.

A/N: *logs out of Tumblr to bathe in Holy Water*

#william ransome #william ransome imagine #william ransome x you #william ransome x reader #william ransome x female reader #will ransome #will ransome imagine #william ransome fluff #william ransome smut #will ransome x you #will ransome x reader #will ransome smut #will ransome fluff #the essex serpent #the essex serpent imagine #tom hiddleston

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waayoutofline · 2 years ago

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Daylight

Stella x Beatrix (Winx Fate)

Prompts: Fluff. Like a lot of it.

Summary: Stella has been glued to her phone for weeks now.And the girls just want to find who is the person that makes the light fairy’s magic go chaotic.

Warnings: None. Well, does some inappropriate language count?

Word count: 1574 words

It’s a Friday’s night, the cold weather has already settled in. Stella is happily tucked away on the couch, in a fluffy pale pink blanket. An untouched, barely hot cocoa cup rests on the coffee table, totally neglected by the blonde girl that only seemed to haver her attention on her phone.

She was also totally unaware of the five stares burning on her. And no, it’s not because she’s a princess and consequently always has someone looking at her, and consequently, is used to it. It was because of the unknown person on the other side of the chat that pulled her sole focus like a magnet, eyes not leaving the device for a second.

Whoever it was made Stella grin like an idiot, a faint blush adorning her cheeks, sometimes growing all the way up to the tips of her ears anytime her eyes scanned the screen. And while Musa has her power weakened because of the bracelets on, she still got the buzzing, warm and tingly feeling that only a person in love feels. The feeling is so sweet and intense that she wants to barf, she doesn’t want to image what would it be like without her bracelets.

Her friends have never seen her like that, all giddy and smiley. The usual neutral and composed masked crumbling into pieces when she gets a text.

Not only that, but her magic has been quite… erratic.

All week the girls have been startled by Stella, that activated her invisibility without her noticing right in the middle of campus. Her happiness is quite literally making her glow, it makes her like a portable sun, which is troublesome at night. But Flora was getting the worst part of it, as her night stand lamps started shining so bright that the bulbs exploded four days ago. Now all the lights in their suit seem to be following the same destiny.

Still, the girls decided to give Stella some time for her to come around. After all, they knew how hard it was for the girl to let her guard down. But then again all this prior mentioned things are getting even worse. The curiosity is eating them alive, growing each time that the damned “ping” has Stella furiously searching for her phone (the very few times she doesn’t have it with her, at least).

“Alright, this is killing me!” Bloom starts, tired of waiting for someone to speak up. “Who are you taking to Stella?” She asks, but the girl in question doesn't seem to pay any attention. The girls huff, Aisha rolls her eyes before standing up to pull the blanket from her. Stella yelps, eyes finally leaving the screen to look indignantly at Aisha.

“What's your damage?” She protests, trying to grab it, but failing when the water fairy pulls it away completely.

“Now, THIS is how you get her attention.” Aisha remarks at the other fairies and goes back to her seat, totally unfazed by Stella’s glare.

“And why exactly do you want it so badly?” Stella addresses, dramatically bringing her knees up to hug them.

“We literally asked you barely one minute ago” Musa says in amusement. Stella huffs again.

“You just weren’t paying attention because you were texting. Like you do quite a lot lately.” Bloom remarks. Stella looks at them, unimpressed.

“And your point is?”

“Who is this mysterious lover of yours?” She finally asks, a sly smile on her face that didn't fail to grow Stella’s annoyance. But as much as she tries to put on a poker face, her body tail tells her when a scarlet blush covers her cheeks and neck. When they see this, all the girls squeak and run to her, making a circle like some children around a storyteller. Stella has no escape.

“So there is! I told you.” Aisha chants. “You have to tell us. Who is it?

And automatically, she's been shot by questions. “Is he your boyfriend?” “Are you two dating?“For how long?” “Is it a specialist or a fairy?” “Where did you two meet”? “Do we know him?” The list goes on and Stella feels overwhelmed.

Because she isn’t texting some random guy. She is texting Beatrix. Her not so recent friend. The friend that she has been low-key, hiding from the girls in fear of their reaction. Especially from Bloom.

Since Beatrix approached her with the need of a drink, the two of them have been hanging out a lot. In the office, in the dungeons, the campus when dark. All these last nights have been spent with her company. They have grown on each other, and loved to be in each other's company when all the other students weren’t around to point at their odd relationship. The mean girl and the princes? Scandal. She didn’t need her mother to point her, as she called it, “associates”.

So while the two interact sometimes in daylight, they mostly meet in the dark. These last nights have been either spent next to her or…well, texting. Stella found it hilarious when Beatrix texted her thoughts about Rosalind's agenda and Andrea's army of lapdogs. Her witty remarks and snarky commentaries never fail to make her laugh.

With Beatrix, Stella didn't feel like playing the well crafted, perfect character she has always been forced to play by her mother. Didn’t have to take care about her royal status or fancy stupid suitors with expensive cars. She didn’t need to hide any of who she truly is or feels.

In some kind of way, she has always been waiting for this. For the person that would make her forget about all the chaos in her life that attached her to the ground, for someone with whom she could trust her soul, a confident with who she could share her utmost being. She craved this intimacy, this ability to show her vulnerability with someone. Call her a romantic, but it’s true. She attributes this to the luck of emotional stability she was exposed to ever since her father passed away.

For the longest time, she thought Sky was that person, but she was terribly wrong.

Beatrix is the one she has been waiting for.

And now that she has been thinking about it, yeah, maybe she isn’t just a friend. Maybe she is so much more. But she’s still not ready to face all this overwhelming feeling, thoughts and opinions. “Oh please, there is no lover or nothing of the sorts. How would you think about such thing anyway?” Her friends look at each other before breaking in uncontrollable laughter, as if Stella just said the most amusing thing ever. Her frown deepens.

“C’mon Stella! You have been glued to that thing for ages now.” Terra debates, taking a stray tears off the corner of her eyes. “It is like...a body extension of you. So you can’t really blame us to suspect that you are talking to a special someone. Constantly. At all times, even.” Stella rolls her eyes.

“Not only that, but your magic is chaotic. Do you have any idea of how many light bulbs you have broken by now?” Flora inquires, with a not so serious face, more like mischievous. “Because my wallet sure knows.”

“You keep appearing and disappearing in the campus, like you are hiding from someone…” Musa teases. See, that is not her fault. She just gets…overwhelmed when she sees the air fairy on the school grounds, all radiant, and beautiful and…

“Okay, I get it!” Stella scoffs, not liking being called out. Yeah, maybe her magic has been a little… all over the place. And so what? It’s like Beatrix has control over her emotions lately. Not that she will confess that.

“Is no one. There is no boy. And my magic is fine. Besides, I just saw a…” Stella stutters, her brain searching for the words. “A…mime. Yeah, that.” They all send her puzzled looks. Bloom arches a brow.

“… You mean a meme?” The redhead questions in amusement. She nods, standing up while the girls are unfocused and quickly reaching the dorm.

“Yeah, exactly. Now, if you'll excuse me, I will retire for the day. Good night, ladies.” And then the door closes. The girls left with even more confused faces and way more curiosity

Stella sighs, resting against her door, her heart is racing at an alarming speed. Maybe she does have a silly crush on Beatrix. And sometimes she has the sensation that Beatrix also feels something more for her. But then again, that girl is so hard to read, it drives Stella insane sometimes. She really doesn’t want to misread all her relationship like she did with Sky and screw up over all over again. She doesn’t think she can do it again. Not with Beatrix.

Especially with Beatrix.

Exhausted, she falls in a non-princess manner on the mattress, confusion and overwhelming feelings all over the place. But then a ping sounds. And Stella heart races again, the fear that was clouding her mind leaving as she opens the phone.

“I may or may not have a bottle of that whiskey you so much love. Want to share it, princess?”

A smiles parts her lips. The light flickers before shining way too brightly.

“Oh, for fuck's sake, Stella! You are doing it again!” The girls complain, but Stella pays no mind, already daydreaming about seeing her again.

#stellatrix #winx fate #fanfic #fluff #winx stella #beatrix

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poisonouswritings · 2 years ago

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Ahh shiz the brainworms got out again-

* worm delivers request to you*

Ahem anyways, can I request a last legacy fic with the main 3 or 4 (specifically knight wife anisa) and a s/o that somehow gets transformed into a Ilephta (probably because of Felix's spells) for like a day and how their li reacts to their s/o purring and doing the doggy foot thump (I'd be fun if s/o is like a mix between cat and dog ilephta) all while their li is torn between making felix fix their s/o and maybe they should stay this way...

Well anyway thanks for listening to my rambling but I've gotta get these brainworms back before they cause any damage!

Ps. Steve the brainworm like you and your writing!

Thank you Steve! An excellent delivery. 12/10 little FedEx dude

I do have a couple MC!Ilephta posts that I'll link here too because I should be allowed to shill my own shit sometimes for your convenience

What Ilephta Best Fits the M4

Felix With A Cat Ilephta!MC

Sage and Ilephta!MC

More Sage and Ilephta!MC

Sage Petting Cat Ilephta!MC

^also Disney Anon I was going through my asks and I saw you asked about Sage with a cat ilephta!MC a little while ago so you can check out this one!

GN!Reader, I'm not specifying which animal you are but you have both dog and cat characteristics that switch depending on the moment so do with that as you will, very minor catnip joke, The Starsworn Share A Braincell

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You have got to stop offering to help Felix test his spells.

It's a perfectly average day when Anisa and Sage return to Fathom. They'd spent the whole afternoon out chasing a bounty together, and it's been a very good reminder of Why Sage Could Never Be In The Sunstone Knights and Why Anisa Could Never Be A Griefer! They're friends but they are [] this close to killing each other. So You and Felix totally need to get in there and diffuse the situation a little bit.

And it's as they're coming in through the main entrance that they see you, laying on your back, snoozing in a sunbeam. You, their usually-human friend/partner, with fluffy ears and a fluffy tail. And when you yawn, you have fangs. Maybe you even have marks on your cheeks.

They also see Felix, crouched over you and scribbling in a notebook with a quill.

And Stella, who is batting your tail around.

When Felix does finally acknowledge everyone (which doesn't happen until Sage literally picks him up by the scruff of his neck like a kitten), he explains that he was testing a spell to improve agility and you'd offered to be his subject! And it had. Well. Unintended side effects.

It's about then that you stretch out and wake up with a yawn, fangs glinting in the sunlight and sliver-pupils widening and contracting. Your tail wags in excitement when you see your partner.

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Felix Escellun

Yes, Felix is aware that he massively screwed up. But he's also aware that you're adorable and this is probably the best he's ever screwed up, ever. So.

You two are in his study, you curled up in a sunbeam to nap and Stella curled up against your side. Cats sleep 12-16 hours a day and dogs sleep 12-14 hours a day so you nap a lot! Felix, with his perpetually terrible sleep-schedule and night owl tendencies, is more than happy to nap with you.

He wakes you up by petting you,, soft,,,

Once you're awake, it's play time! He pulls out your trusty laser pointer and starts pointing it around. You know what he's doing but your instincts refuse to let you ignore it.

(If you're in a poly with Rime then he breaks out the rest of the cat toys, and the boys team up to bully play with you.)

Felix decides that with your new superior sense of smell, you should help him hunt for ingredients for a potion he wants to try making! Also it'll take a potion to reverse this spell so like. Two-fer.

So you guys go out to the forest. He's got some samples of what you need, and he holds them out to you wrapped up in a handkerchief.

"Felix, I'm not a bloodhound! I can't" *pauses* *starts sniffing the air*

"Pardon, love, a what hound?"

*grabs his arm and pulls him along* "This way!"

"Darling, what in the world is a bloodhound!? Is it some demented sort of hellhound that goes after all the living instead of solely the damned?"

You continue yanking him along, your brain totally hyperfocused on the scent you've picked up.

You two pick your way through the forest. On the bright side his spell partially worked!! You now have cat-like agility and dog-like speed, so you're running circles around him. You have to help him across a tree-trunk bridge (you have heightened balance and we'll assume a little bit of extra strength since all the ilephta characters seem to be physically very strong) and he's clinging to you while complaining that He Could Have Just Portal-ed You Across!

Felix walking around,, trying not to trip on roots,, nose buried in his book,,, you keep zipping around him,,,, you're not used to this level of speed so you run face-first into a tree more than once,,,, he fusses over you every time (nearly dropping his book more than once) but is also trying not to laugh a bit.

He's not used to walking around so much so you'll have to stop and take multiple breaks throughout the day. If you start getting restless then he pets you and that's enough to calm you down.

Middle of hunting,, you just plop down in a sunbeam and be like 'okai nap time :3' and now Felix is dying because The Forest Is Not A Place To Sleep Because There Are Dangerous Creatures Afoot!! But Also You Are Very Cute And He Is hesitant to wake you up.

If this is after Nyacromancy then like. Like. He gets it.

Anisa Anka

Anisa has hair poofs when she's startled... you get hair/fur poofs now and suddenly she understands why you're always teasing her. It's adorable.

Firstly she's checking on you, making sure you feel okay and everything. Then she's lecturing Felix. Then she finally gets a chance to properly fawn over you. Totally gives you a treat. And kisses. And constantly strokes your hair/fur. Just generally dotes. If you're a cat ilephta then some of her grooming instincts might come out? She's a half-ilephta so I'm not. entirely. sure how strong her instincts are.

You had made plans to help her out with patrol the next day. Initially she assumes you'll not want to go, and makes plans to call in sick so she can keep an eye on you, but hey! You're up and raring to go as soon as the birds start chirping (because you tried to pounce on them). You promise her you'll try your best to reel in your instincts but Boy oh Boy you just are not prepared

The day starts out relatively normal! You both head to the castle so Anisa can clock in and give out routes to the other kni- aaand you're biting the arm of a training dummy and thrashing it around a little bit. Like an attack dog. Okay then.

Then you start batting at a butterfly. Like a kitten. Okay then x2.

The other knights are trying so hard to avoid laughing, both because they respect Anisa immensely and also because she will not be happy if they make fun of you. Annie herself is trying really hard to ignore it but is also covering her mouth to not make it obvious shes laughing.

If you're helping with patrol then I guess you should probably be wearing a Sunstone uniform? Anisa had to help you pull it on and you kept biting at the strap and tugging on it and loosening it. Poor Annie. She cups your cheeks and sternly tells you to stop and then you do a little whine because 🥺 Oh No GF Mad 🥺 and she scritches behind your ears to calm you down.

Once everyone has been given their assignments and sent off, you two can finally head out. Anisa gave you a route through the marketplace so you'll have lots of stuff to do while you're all exciteable.

Both dogs and cats have way fewer taste buds than humans do. So Anisa buys you a ton of snacks (food is her love language) and you just,, can't taste,,, most of them. Or rather they're very dull. She makes sure not to feed you chocolate or grapes or anything else that could potentially be hazardous.

Anisa is a pretty popular public figure, and by extension, so are you. So you get more than one question about what's with the sudden ears and tail. Little kids try to get you to join in their games by throwing balls and Frisbees and stuff. More than one person offers you a treat.

You guys run into Ayanna,,, she thinks it's hilarious. Teaches you some little tips and tricks about how to navigate being an ilephta.

C...ca....catnip?? You and Ayanna smoking catnip??? Anisa coming to check on you and you're both high and Anisa is lecturing her mother but Ayanna is not listening even a little

Once your shift is over, you guys go back to the apartment for dinner and to unwind. Anisa even picked up groceries so you can cook together! How considerate :) and as she's pulling groceries out of the bag she happens to put a cucumbe-

You Get The Zoomies And Freak The Fuck Out and Promptly Tear Up The Kitchen. Then Run Away To The Living Room. Then Tear That Up. Then Hide Under The Overturned Couch.

Meanwhile Anisa is standing there, hair-puffed, holding the cucmber to her chest because What In Talos' Name Just Happened

You're incredibly embarrassed, but Anisa is sweet about it. She gives you lots of headpats, scratches, and kisses until you calm down. Then you guys can clean up together and make something that doesn't involve cucumbers.

Later on, you guys are laying in bed,, Anisa jokingly rubs your tummy and your leg starts kicking,,, she thinks it's the cutest thing ever. And if you purr? She's Dead.

Takes her hair ribbon out and kinda dances it around in the air for you,, you immediately start batting at it. Which turns into biting at it. Which turns into her trying to keep you from accidentally swallowing it.

You spot a mouse and immediately pounce after it,, promptly destroy the entire apartment again,,, you didn't even catch it, it escaped out the open window,,, Anisa drags you off to bed and decides you guys will just clean it up tomorrow instead.

Sage Lesath

Okay I'm gonna get it out of the way now all the new sounds and smells are very overstimulating and you're kinda running around a lot and Sage has to keep chasing after you and one time he's holding you from behind so you can calm down and he grins and flashes his fangs and says if you don't settle down, well, he'll have no choice but to put you on a leash-

No but Sage is fucking enamoured and he's genuinely considering begging Felix to say there's no way to reverse it so you'll just stay like this permanently.

I mean not. Like. Literally because he wouldn't just do that. But if you did decide to remain an ilephta I think he would never stop smiling.

You guys head out to the tavern to start your day and pick a bounty and all, and the entire time Sage calling you his Puppy/Kitty. Emphasis on his. Now that you're an ilephta, you're able to smell exactly how much Sage has been scent-marking you. And whenever someone compliments you/is a little too flirty, Sage slyly rubs up against your back just to give you that little extra mark.

Possessive Kitty Possessive Kitty Possessive Kitty

Side note with how much I love doing jealous/possessive Sage,, like I really should just do a yandere thing at some point. It's sort of an x reader hallmark. I don't have much of an idea though so we'll see how it goes

In the tavern,, you have a drink (either alcohol or water or whatever you want) and you kinda lap at it like a dog would,, Sage thinks it's adorable

Yes he makes a joke about what else your tongue can do ;3

Okay okay okay hear me out,,, Ilephta!MC experiencing a heat,,,, ehehehehe,,,,,

Anyways, you guys have a bounty to go after! So once you've got some food, you head out into town and get to tracking. With your super-senses working together, you two are able to track the criminal down pretty easy. Now you just gotta catch up to the- oh you're already running

Sage watches in a mixture of awe and amusement as you go sprinting off like an arrow. Normally he'd be concerned about you taking down a bounty yourself, but your prey is so surprised by the sudden exciteable cat/dog/fluffy person suddenly pouncing on them and pinning them down. Your tail is wagging with pride at your catch and you look up at Sage with the cutest expression and You Deserve A Treat!! Sage promises he'll get you something after you bring the bounty in.

You spend the entire walk back staring at Sage's tail,, randomly batting at it,,, biting it once or twice,,,, Initially Sage is amused but he's gradually getting more and more flustered. He tells you that if you don't knock it off you guys are gonna have to take a detour ;)

As you hand over the bounty, the guard starts flirting with Sage. So you promptly wrap your arms around him from behind and start rubbing your face against his back to scent mark him. He's both a little turned on and also incredibly flustered about it because It Makes Him Happy To Know He's Yours.

Love bites,,, You'll be zoned out and then suddenly start nomming on him,,, tail curling around his wrist,,,,

You're sitting on his lap,, he's petting you all over,,, you start kneading biscuts against the floor/table/whatever and Sage is internally squealing,, Is this why you constantly tease him for being a cat? Suddenly He Gets It.

He brushes your fur,, You keep growling and biting the brush,, he's as soft as he can be but snags are inevitable. When you stop growling/biting, he makes sure to kiss the top of your head and praise you for being so good. Once he's done you fall back against him,, reclined against his lower stomach,,, smiling,,, and doing that slow blink things cats do when they're content,, your tail is wagging,,,,

He's so in love with you he feels like he needs to cough up a hairball.

#fictif #fictif last legacy #felix iskandar escellun #anisa anka #sage lesath #felix escellun

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shootingstarbit · 2 years ago

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saki pokemon team! 💫🦄🧚‍♂️

I put way too much thought into these choices if anyone is in the mood for infodumping

minior: i thought if i was to make this into a miniseries, each L/N member would have a different colored minior as a symbol of their friendship, and the meteor shower that brought them together as a band :) yellow because it’s her uniform color

jigglypuff: by far the simplest one. it’s cute and pink like her hair, and it sings. she sings sometimes. there is no piano pokemon

audino: healthcare companion, uses its stethoscope feelers to keep tabs on her condition. moves like heal pulse would be helpful in a pinch

oricorio (pom pom style): pure vibes! saki is her friends’ biggest cheerleader and is full of playful energy. the yellow feathers and round shape language are dead on, they’re a perfect match

galarian ponyta: “tenma” means “pegasus,” and while unfortunately there is no pegasus pokémon yet, we DO have a very pretty unicorn with similarly fluffy hair! i imagine tsukasa would have a matching rapidash :)

staravia: sort of a deep cut, stella, the song commissioned for saki’s first focused story event, has repeated lyrics referencing a “nighthawk.”

“If we could fly high in the sky like a nighthawk / People would have told me I was beautiful and it would make me feel special”

“I’m not going to be a nighthawk, that’s why I want to fly away”

staraptor is much more of a hawk in design compared to staravia, but i wanted something younger to compliment saki’s current stage in life. maybe it’d evolve as she evolves as a performer!

if you have any suggestions for teams for other pjsk characters, particularly L/N members, feel free to reach out!! love brainworming abt this stuff 💕

#tenma saki #project sekai #pjsk #minior #audino #jigglypuff #galarian ponyta #oricorio #staravia #Pokémon #my art #shesalothalite

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dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling · 3 years ago

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Ep.7 of Helluva Boss was heart wrenching, I’m seeing all these characters in a new lights and it makes me weak. Can I request some fluffy HC’s with Stolas, Blitzø and Verosika? Reader is basically the epitome of contentment, full of cuddles, soft kisses and pulling their partners head into their lap so they can caress them and whisper sweet nothings to them.

Oh gosh I love this ask ^v^

Stolas, blitzø and verosika x reader fluff

Stolas

★Stolas never really had a fulfilling relationship before you came along. His relationship with Stella was purely political and the thing he had with Blitzø didn't really count as a proper relationship.

★He loves cuddles, being the big spoon obviously. This results in him laying his arms across your body while spooning, or you nuzzling your face into his body while being the little spoon.

★He's not really familiar with the consept of mutual love so when you praise him it would mean the world, he probably responds with three more complements for each one you give him.

★His favorite thing however, is when you bolth fall asleep together and then wake up to you clinging to him like he's a teddy bear.

Blitzø

★He really wants to be close with someone, the relationship he had between Stolas wasn't very good for his health and he wasn't really in touch in himself during his relationship with Verosica.

★When you came along it was scary for him in the beginning, he even considered breaking up because he was scared, but he's glad he stayed to see it through...

★He's very clingy when cuddling, he usually ends up nuzzling into you're stomach and falling asleep. He ushly purrs in his sleep (like a cat!) whenever that happens.

★If you where to lay down with him after a long day at the office and pull him into your lap he'd melt at just that, but if you where to say things like "you did so well, love" or "don't you worry, everything is alright' you wold have him wrapped around your finger.

Verosika

★Despite the reputation she has as a succubus, she really wants to have a deep relationship with someone. As shown with blitz she is open to date someone and be in a committed relationship.

★It will take her a hot minute to stop thinking dirty things during cuddle time. Whenever you spoon her she likes to burry her face in your chest and have her arms around your waist, even if you are smaller than her.

★If you praise her verbally she won't really know what to do, despite being a pop star she doesn't get that kind of affection. Whenever you point out something about her personality that you like she will melt, but try to refrain from showing it.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss x reader #helluva blitz #helluva stolas #helluva boss verosica #blitzø x reader #stolas x reader #verosika x reader

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carolmunson · 2 years ago

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old times. (stella's version - rockstar!eddie)

let's revisit our life as stella rink in the rockstar!eddie universe. another day another crossover, check out libby's version here. catch up with the rockstar!eddie au here.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, drugs and drinking mention (mild), pregnancy talk, general tension, puking/pregnancy sickness, very sweet and overbearing eddie, all around deeply fluffy.

“What heels should I wear?”

“It’s a house party with some of my old friends, Stell, why do you wanna wear heels?” Eddie asks with a laugh, coming out of the bathroom with a towel slung around his hips. He looks at you through the water droplets falling in his eyes from his curly bangs and smiles at the outfit laid out on the bed. Some little red number and nylons, four different pairs of heels laid out at the base of the hotel's California King bed.

“It’s not that kind of party, sweet thing. I told you,” he shakes his head, “just jeans and a t-shirt. There's no one to impress.”

"Are you sure?" you ask, turning to look in the mirror on the wall, tapping out a crease the concealer under your eyes.

"I'm sure," he encourages, "You want one of my shirts?"

"It's gonna be cold, right?" you wait for his confirming nod and start rifiling through the hotel dresser full of way too many clothes for a four day trip.

"I'll give you a sweatshirt, honey," he urges, tugging on a pair of old ripped jeans over a pair of boxers, "Just be comfortable, you're not supposed to be stressing out like this."

You roll your eyes playfully at him while he approaches you slowly, dimpled grin plastered on his face. A scratchy smatter of facial hair had come through over the past couple days that he hadn't bothered to shave and it tickled you while he leaned in for a kiss.

"It's bad for the baby."

Ever since you saw the little pink plus sign on the test, Eddie had taken any chance he could to say, "For the baby." He'd taken to calling you 'mama' in a Wayne like drawl ever since the blood work came in. He'd buy any onsie he saw in a store, always picking up one in a new state with some cheesy saying on it like, "My Daddy went to Texas and only got me this onesie!" He asked his manager to contact their merch developer to start making little Corroded Coffin shirts three weeks into the pregnancy. He asked the contractor on for the Hollywood house to start planning the nursery with him. There wasn't anyone more excited to be a dad than Eddie Munson.

Before you know it, you've found yourself in a pair of boot cut jeans (perfectly tailored of course) and white on white Adidas shell toes. A turtle neck and one of Eddie's Corroded Coffin sweatshirt's kept you warm on top -- not something you'd ever wear to a party in The Hills, but The Hawkins Daily probably doesn't care that you're not in Versace's SS RTW '94 collection.

You didn't look as glamourous as you would with a whole team, but at least your nails were done and your engagement ring sparkled brilliantly next to your diamond studded wedding band. Your small gold hoops hugged your earlobes -- you just needed something to add some pizzazz. You felt so tired and bloated these days, everything made you sick -- you deserved to feel pretty.

"You ready to go, lil' mama?" Eddie asks, rubbing his hand up and down your forearms to keep you warm. He looks so casually cool, you almost wanna shove him off you. Beat up old Reeboks from the 80s, ripped jeans, some stupid crudely drawn on shirt that said 'Hellfire' on it from years ago that wore tight against his adult body -- but still effortless, still sexy.

You blame it on the leather jacket and his over decorated battle vest. That had to be it.

You nod, heading down the back exits of the Indianapolis hotel to the parking garage where you loaded into Eddie's old van from high school. He preferred to drive this around when he was back home, brought on less attention than one of the Jeeps or Jaguars you both had lying around in California. While the outside still looked dingy and untouched, the inside had been redetailed and updated to keep up with the times. New carpeting, new sound system, updated leather seating, air conditioning, anything you'd want in a mid90s car -- it was in 'Charlene' -- named effectionately after one of Wayne's ex-girlfriend's who let Eddie have it when it wouldn't start anymore.

The ride felt simultaneously short and long, the rolling of your stomach in the car paired with the anxiety of being with a group of people you didn't know was inching up your throat. You looked pale in the side view mirror, pinching your cheeks hurriedly to bring some blood back to your face.

"You feel okay, honey?" Ed asks, "Want me to pull over? Did'j'you bring your water with you? I brought some if you need it."

"I'm fine, I'm fine," you assure. You're not fine, but it's better not to worry him. You weren't sick. Just nervous.

"Should I have just gone to Wayne's?" your heart sinks when you ask, "I don't want you to feel like you need to entertain me all night or anything."

"You know Dustin – you met everyone else at the wedding," Eddie says, putting a hand on your thigh, "It'll be okay. We're just gonna do a short campaign for D&D -- you can watch. You'll get to see my acting chops."

When he winks at you, you melt. It's been five years and you still feel like a teenager every time his gaze lingers on you for a little too long.

"You're gonna put me out of business," you joke back, "Hollywood's next girl next door, huh?"

"They're gonna beat down the door to book me," he replies with a faux-seriousness that makes you giggle, "Gonna outshine all you little bitches."

The rest of the ride is filled with laughs because he knows you're nervous. He knows you don't feel good. And sure, Wayne would love to have you tonight and make you dinner and talk about the baby but Eddie so rarely gets to show you the old him -- the version of him before he was famous. Before he ever did heroin -- when all he did was sell weed and comic books out of Hawkins Comics & Gaming Expo after dropping out of high school in '83 so he could get his big break.

Every trip to Indiana was a holiday or so short they'd only be there a night. You both almost exclusively saw Wayne, either staying at the trailer -- since he gifted the house Eddie got him to a new single teen mother who'd found her way to Forest Hills two months after the renovations had finished -- or in a hotel in the bigger cities. You both never had the time to show each other your old lives, even after all these years together. So when Will Byers got on the phone during one of Eddie and Dustin's weekly calls and invited him to his birthday party -- Ed cleared his schedule to make room for the occasion. He hadn't seen the guys in a while, not since the wedding in October, and before that it was during his stint in Hawkins after 'the incident' in Toronto.

When the van pulled into the driveway, already littered with cars, and your nerves pooled back in your stomach. It wasn't just not really knowing them well that was making you nervous, it was them not really knowing you. The press about the sex tape was just starting to die down -- but had they seen it? Did they know about it? Did they watch Eddie on Leno? Did they hear about the broken microphones when he got in a fight with Howard Stern? Did they know about how Eddie had to pay to get Howard's studio redone?

"He shouldn't have talked his shit, then, baby," Eddie shrugged when he got the legal papers in the mail. You'd never seen him so angry in his life than when Howard called you his 'whore wife'. The clip of Eddie saying "Excuse the fuck out of me, but what did you just say about my wife? Do you wanna lose your fuckin’ teeth man?" Replayed on a loop on all the metal radio stations before playing a Corroded Coffin song.

Were these guys going to judge her the way the press had? Should she mention the pregnancy? Did they already know? They had to have known. Eddie called Dustin minutes after you both found out.

"It's gonna be fine, Stell," Eddie knocked you out of your running thoughts with his soothing voice, opening your door on your side of the van. He offers his hand to help you out, he always does, like a prince helping you out of a carriage. You walk hand in hand to the door and you can feel the coolness of his wedding band against your skin -- it's the only gold jewelry he wears, even though you offered to get it in platinum. 'I want it to stand out, baby. Want everyone to know I'm Mr. Stella Rink.'

Eddie rings the bell, pressing a kiss to the top of your head while your other hang grips the handles of the bag of treats and expensive champagne you brought. The champagne you can't drink. The charcuterie board with cold cuts that you can't eat. Your stomach lurches again.

You're greeted by all the boys when the door opens and they all start to scream -- low and vibrating yells from men in their mid and late 20s who just wanna be boys again. Your nose is hit hard with strains of four different colognes, weed smoke, and beer and you grab Eddie's arm in a panic. Fuck.

"Oh, shit, shit shit," Eddie starts, "Sorry, sorry, can she use your bathroom. I think she's gonna puke."

"Yeah, of course, c'mon, c'mon in," Will is so immediately caring that you want to cry. His hand on your back while he and Eddie lead you to the bathroom around the hall. You drop the bag of food and liquor outside the door before you run inside to wretch, closing the door on both men behind you.

"Sorry man," you hear Eddie explain, "She's pregnant so she's just, y'know, like, puking everywhere all the time."

"It's totally okay," you hear Will assure.

"Not surprised she's pregnant," you hear another voice say with a snicker, "We all saw it on the news."

"Hey," you hear Eddie's voice get lower while another heave of bile comes out of you, "Watch your mouth, Wheeler."

There's silence and then the sound of a smack on the back, "I'm just kiddin' man. Fuckin' love you guys."

You finally think you're done, rinsing your mouth out in the sink.

"Do you guys have mouthwash?" you call out, hearing their murmur of conversation.

"Behind the mirror," Mike responds. Your sigh of relief at the Listerine is audible and the boys snicker and you laugh too. This is ridiculous. What were you so nervous about? This was going to be fine. Just fine.

Eddie's waiting for you outside of the bathroom, offering his hand again when you emerge, "You okay?"

You nod and he picks up the snacks and wine while leading you to the kitchen. He puts the champagne in the fridge, maneuvering it amongst hundreds of beer cans and a covered grocery store cake. You go to open the snacks before Dustin stops you.

"I got it, Stell," he urges, "You should sit down."

"Henderson," you say with a cocked head, "I'm pregnant, not dying. I can put out snacks."

"Look, I'm just doing what I'd do for Suze," he says, "If I'm here, you're not lifting a finger."

"And where is Suze and the baby now?" you ask with a smile.

"They are in Utah to visit her parents and her brother's and sisters," he explains matter of factly, "And...lucky for me, I couldn't take off work this week to go visit them, too."

"I'm sure your thrilled," you laugh. He puts a finger to his lips and laughs too, fatherhood suits him so well. Despite being five years younger, Eddie has gotten so much wisdom from Dustin. Asking every question that comes in his head, picking Suzie's brain about pregnancy even though you have to keep reminding him that all of this is different for every couple.

Eddie puts a plate in front of you full of snacks you can have and strokes your hair, "Do you want water? Soda?"

"Can I have a Heineken?" you ask with a hopeful smile.

"No," he singsongs, "But you can have a Coke if you want?"

You frown, "Fine, fine."

Eddie opens it for you and places it next to your plate, barely biting into a cracker before the doorbell rings again. You've started your conversation back up with Dustin and Eddie to tune out the ruckus at the door and you swear you hear it -- but you can't be sure.

"Libby!"

Absolutely not.

There's no way.

You peer a little past the wall of the kitchen blocking off the view of the front door to see a glimpse of her hair falling over Will's shoulder and you know if she's here -- so is he. Your heart races in your chest, sweat building under your arms and in your hairline like you're going to be sick again.

You peer over a second time to see Steve on one knee taking off her shoes for her and bite back a scoff. You feel Eddie's hand on your shoulder and your attention snaps to him, "What're you lookin' at, baby?"

He follows your line of site and sees them, too. Eddie's regualr smile falls to a thin line, "What the fuck?" he mutters quietly.

"Of course he's taking her shoes off for her, can't do anything herself," you huff.

Eddie squeezes your shoulder, "Don't," he says with a shake of his head.

"Don't act up. You're just gonna make yourself upset," he warns. You both had a right to be mad, but Eddie didn't have the energy for negativity anymore. Lucky for him, you have enough energy for the both of you.

"I'm so sorry, dude. I should've told you," Dustin said. Their conversation is muffled while shock rings in your ears. You watch her give Will a gift, their jovial conversation, her dolled up outfit. Lucas and Mike giving her hugs hello. She sparkled. The life of the party. Her miserable hulking jock boyfriend hanging behind her with her purse in his hand.

You look back down at your plate of snacks -- you wanna puke again but you don't know if you need to puke again. You hear Libby and the rest of the crew maneuver into the livingroom, laughing and joking as they go. Her smile is so evident in her voice and your heart can't help but break at the sound of it -- she was your friend, too. Once.

It's not long before you hear it, the familiar stomps of a one Steve Harrington entering the kitchen with a cigarette between his lips. The interaction feels like it's happening in slow motion when he stops in front of the table.

"Shut the fuck up," you say under your breath, "You're joking."

Eddie instinctively steps in front of you, one hand sneaking behind him to stop you from talking -- ‘I got it.’

Steve stands there, dumbfounded at first, and then shakes his head.

"You gotta be fuckin' kidding me," he mumbles, looking straight at Eddie's face. It had been over a year, but rage surged through Eddie's system for a moment before he took a regulating breath.

"Uh, Eddie um, I just got my car uh, detailed -- wanna check it out? See if they did a good job?" Dustin offered, trying to break the tension.

"Yeah Henderson, that sounds like a great idea," Eddie agreed slowly, keeping his eye on Steve while the boxer turned on his heel to go back to the livingroom.

It was no longer a question of whether or not you wanted to puke.

You needed to puke.

Eddie and Dustin headed outside while you barreled back down the hallway to vom, turning the water on so no one would hear, praying that this would be the last time. After a couple of dizzying minutes, you gather yourself, rinse with Listerine, and cautiously head to the door.

You only see her feet in the corner of your eye, blocked by everyone surrounding her before you open the door. The cool March air kisses your face like a lover back from war, catching on the sweat of your clammy skin. You shut the door, making sure it's not locked, and scan the street for a sign of your husband.

"Over here," he calls from across the street. You jog over in your sneakers, Eddie looks you over, "You get sick again?"

"Yeah, but s'fine," you nod, "I'm okay."

Eddie reaches into his jacket pocket, hearing the crinkling of plastic, and his hand reappears with two gold wrapped candies.

Ginger chews. The only thing that kept your stomach settled these day. Eddie bought them in bulk the moment you found something that helped and kept at least 50 of them on him at all times, lest you felt even the slightest bit ill.

"Here, baby," he offers, holding the candies out on his outstretched palm, "You'll feel better. Think you need to eat something real, soon. You didn't eat a lot at breakfast."

"Ed, I'm fine," you assure, taking the chews and horking them down. You just don't want to feel sick anymore. He takes out his keys and hands them to you.

"I got a big bottle of Evian in there for you, go grab it," he instructs, "You're gonna just get more sick if you're dehydrated."

"Honey," you say with a warning edge, taking the keys, "I know. I can take care of myself, okay?"

He frowns, "Just tryna help."

You sigh with a smile, pecking his cheek, "I love you. I appreciate it. M'sorry." You cross the street again, catching Libby and Will in an animated conversation through the window and avert your eyes to the van. You grab the Evian and crack it open, practically chugging it behind the coverage of the passenger door -- heaving breaths out of your mouth when the bottle leaves your lips.

"Trying to pretend it's a real party, Stell?" Eddie teases, "Sucking that down like it's Moet."

You roll your eyes, "Fuck off, Munson."

"We're gonna go back inside, sweet thing," he says, tilting his head over to Dustin, "You need a minute?"

"Um, yeah, gonna let the ginger set in first and then I'll come in," you smile.

"I think they ordered pizza, that sound good? Want me to see if I can get you something else?" Eddie smiles.

"No, no, pizza's fine honey," your smile is tight while you watch them walk back in, the sound of too many voices and music peels through the open door.

You take a few deep breaths to steady your nerves, looking at yourself in the side view mirror again. You sigh, you’re sure you look fine to everyone else but you look bad to you. You step half way up and in to the van to open the center console, fishing out a spare blush and lip gloss that you kept there for emergencies. Your touch up helps make you feel a little refreshed, but still came the daunting task of going back into the house.

You crept in the door quietly, seeing Eddie and Dustin laughing with Mike and Lucas, standing like pretend grown men in a circle. You scan the base of the couch again and see Libby’s socked feet, taking a swig of your water while you position yourself next to Eddie. His arm naturally finds its way around you while he talks and you feel safe again. The vibration of his chest while he speaks, the scent of his cologne mixed with less and less cigarette smoke while he works on quitting before the baby comes. His presence lulling you back into security without as much as a word.

Lucas and Dustin walk away to help set up the table for the game, while Mike continues to talk to Eddie about guitars. Wheeler wants to get a new one but he isn’t sure he has the right adapter for his amp and your brain glazes over in boredom. If you never heard about amp adapters again it would still be too soon.

“Technology’s moving too fast, babe. The sound is getting too manufactured.” He’d complain throughout the house like a grumpy old man.

Will calls Mike over and they start talking about playing, you hear Libby’s voice in the background and your head swims. When the conversation pauses, Eddie looks down at you and smiles, “You look pretty, you put a different blush on?”

His ability to still notice the little things makes your heart leap, “The one in the car. Felt like I sweat all my makeup off after puking.”

“You look like a million bucks, mama,” he winks, pulling you in tighter and kissing your forehead, “Gonna go help set up sweet thing, why don’t you go put some food in your body with that water.”

You chug your Evian to stop from fixing your mouth to say something bitchy. It’s hard to let him take the lead, to have him suggest how to care for yourself in this state. You want to tell him to mind his business, to snap at him — but he’s doing it from a place of love and you know that. You’re not good at having someone take care of you like this. You never let him do it before.

There was someone at this party who had told you that to your face.

You get out of the way, padding into the kitchen and grabbing a handful of pretzels and tossing them on a plate, your previous snack plate thrown away. You gather some cheese curls, M&Ms, chips, anything in a bowl for eating and pile it high. Munching on it while you watch the party set the living room up for the game. Dice and maps and papers being passed out to eachother. Beers and weed being offered.

You're only half listening while you came back over to the table where everyone was sitting in fold out chairs or the couch, only to realize there was no seat for you. Eddie turns at your movement, sitting on the end. He scans the room, there’s space next Libby on the couch but that’s not happening so he spreads his legs a little farther, patting his thigh.

“C’mon,” he says quietly, “S’fine, honey.”

You perch yourself on his lap and watch him look at your plate, he opens his mouth to say something but then closes it — plucking a chip off and popping it in his mouth, then another.

“Really looking forward to this birthday campaign, Byers," Eddie says across the table, "Never thought Wheeler could come up with something so creative."

"Rude," Mike scoffs, "But, even though I'm definitely that creative -- I didn't write it. Libby wrote it." You look down at the pretzels on your plate as if they are much more interesting than anything else.

“You wrote it?” Eddie asks gently.

“Yeah, I mean, I just threw it together,” Libby assured, “It’s nothing special.”

“No, no,” Eddie urges, “It’s good. It’s really good.”

Bile creeps up your throat.

Good enough to kiss her at the bar again? You shake it out of your mind. You’ve moved past that. He can compliment her and have it not mean anything more than that. He complimented Max's hair at your wedding, he compliments your manager Simone all the time. You bite into a pretzel — it’s incredibly dry. Eddie’s hand finds your hip and your mouth runs drier. Did he touch you after so that you wouldn’t be mad? Why are you thinking so far into it?

You reach down to get your water but he beats you to it, putting his character sheet down with his other papers to open it for you.

“I can do it, Ed,” you assure gently, “You’re busy.”

“I'm never too busy for you, Stell,” he whispers while the conversation continues around him, “I just — I’m sorry.”

You stay on his lap, snacking, feeding him snacks while he pays attention to everyone else.Minutes pass, they feel like hours while you watch everyone else laugh and joke with each other. Libby is glowing -- completely in her element, and you're here in your husband's sweatshirt feeling like hurling every five seconds and no one cares about you at all.

You need air.

You get up and fish into Eddie's pockets while he talks, grabbing a handful of ginger chews and the dregs of your Evian bottle and walk over to the kitchen to the back door. For the second time that afternoon, the cool wet air feels good on your face.

You shut the door behind you and take a deep breath, putting your head down and leaning forward with your hands on your knees at the exhale.

"You too?" you hear. It's a gruff voice. A voice you know well.

"What? Not havin' fun, Harrington?" you ask dryly, rolling up slowly, vertabrae by vertabrae.

"Could ask you the same thing," he says with a shrug. You turn to look at him, still big and hulking as ever. Sunglasses over his eyes and a cigarette between his lips. You look at eachother for a moment, you can feel his eyes through the lenses -- the honey eyes that looked like daggers the last time you saw him. The honey eyes that rounded like saucers when you told Libby to leave while she still could. Looks like she didn't heed your advice.

He takes a small step toward you, "Want a smoke?"

The box is nearly empty and you don't smoke Marlboro's anyway, "I'll pass."

He shrugs, taking one of the remaining cigarettes left and popping it between his lips.

"So, when're you due?" he asks while he brings up his lighter.

"Excuse me?" you ask, eyes narrowing. You cross your arms protectively over your chest.

"When's the baby due?" he asked again on his exhale, blowing the smoke away from you.

"Who told you?" you look at him quizically -- it's not like him and Libby would've found out any other way but this party. You weren't announcing to the press until you were at least 12 weeks.

"No one," he smirks, "Any other party I've seen you at you're normally stumblin' around with some Cliquot and chain smoking by now."

"I am not," you huff.

"And fuckin' Munson hasn't broken out any party favors yet so either you're knocked up or you finally put him on a shorter leash," his smirk widens while he takes another drag.

"Get his name out of you're fuckin' mouth, Harrington," you spit. You see his jaw clench, like he's holding back.

"See you haven't changed much," you mutter, opening your bottle of water only to see that there's nothing left. Steve drops the butt of his cigarette, stomping it out with his shoe before turning to one of the coolers outside and fishing out a Sprite.

"S'not as fancy as Evian but," he cocks his head while offering it to you, "Might settle your stomach."

You peer at it, and then at him, slowly reaching for the dripping can, "Thanks."

It comes out more apprehensive than you expect. You walk over to the picnic table that seems decades old, sitting down on the damp old wood of the bench and opening the can -- catching the bubbles as they over flow. You see Steve fish a Sprite out for himself and head over to you, lighting the last cigarette in his pack. You jaw clenches.

"Uh, congrats though," he says, flipping his glasses to rest on his head and running his hand over his face. You nod, feeling a little uncomfortable -- it wasn't pregnancy making you sick at this point. It was the threat of where this conversation could go, and you had a sharp tongue today. It was the fear of Eddie coming out here and causing a scene because -- despite it being over a year -- he wouldn't want you out here alone with King Steve.

"You know what you're having?"

"Twins."

Steve chokes on his Sprite, turning around to spit the liquid out onto the yellowed grass. He turns back around, wiping his mouth.

"Good fuckin' luck," he breaths, shaking his head. "Fuckin' twins."

"I know," you say quietly, toying with a piece of splintered wood on the side of the table, "I haven't told Eddie about it yet."

"The fuck you mean?" Steve asks, concerned, sitting down on the bench opposite you.

"I just found out before I came down here," you confessed, still toying with the splinter, "He was already in Indiana when I went to the 7 week appointment -- that's when they saw two of them in there. Fraternal. I'm due in November."

"Shit," Steve mumbles, "Uh...you okay?"

You nod, "I'm nervous he's gonna freak out. He's excited but I know he's so nervous about being a dad. He's so scared he's gonna fuck up -- I feel like this will be too much for him."

"I don't know why I'm telling you this," you say, shaking your head while the rest of you shivers, "I don't even fucking like you."

He barks out a laugh, "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Rink."

You laugh with him and for the first time, there's a subtle softness between you that hadn't existed before.

"Um," he starts, "Not sure it's my place to say this but -- I think Munson'll be fine -- he's off the heavy shit, right?"

You nod, looking at the opening of the Sprite can, the liquid reflecting the sky above you. Your shoulders tense at him mentioning Eddie's drug use -- 'How're those veins holdin' up Munson?' Eddie hadn't touched anything beyond weed and a few bumps of coke (off your body) since '92.

"He's been off for two years," you say, ripping the splinter of wood off the table and tossing it into the grass.

"See? Already ten times better than my folks. You’ll be just fine," Steve says softly -- you'd never hear him speak like that. So inward, almost calm.

Your eyes meet, holding each others gaze with understanding before Steve slides his glasses back down.

"Drink," he demands, his chin jutting towards the can of Sprite.

"Pfft. You sound just like Ed," you groan with an eye roll.

"What, is he finally bossin' you around?" Steve lets out a chuckle while he puts his last cigarette in his mouth.

"No one bosses me around," you snip, eyes reaching the sky, "God he just doesn't stop it's so fucking --"

"Steve," you hear Libby's voice behind you, her socked feet at the door frame. She tip toes clumsily in the dry grass, light on her feet as she does and gets behind him, reaching into his pants pocket.

"Baby, what're you --"

"There it is," Libby says with a smile, his wallet in her hand. She fishes through it, grabbing a few bills. She looks over at you, but doesn't make eye contact, "Oh, hey Stella."

"Hi Lib," you say to the rotting plank of wood at the center of the picnic table. You try to stifle a laugh from how clear it is that she's really been enjoying herself.

Steve looks up at her blankly, and she grins down, "The pizza's here, Stevie. I don't want Will to have to pay for it on his birthday."

She turns to tip toe back to the door with the cash in hand and he follows, her socks dirty with wet soil and grass. You don't hear it, but you know he's scolding her for something -- his fingers gentle around her chin while he talks to her.

He comes back when she disappears into the house and sits back down -- the bench creaks.

"She's having fun," you smile, "Happy for her."

"A little too much fun," he takes a drag of his cigarette, "That Sprite isn't there for you to look at, Rink."

You roll your eyes but take a sip of it anyway, "I know you're not telling me what to do. Must be the roids talking."

He catches your mean smirk and smirks back, his eye roll rivals yours. You're almost impressed.

Steve looks at the house, seeing Libby in the window with the boxes of pizza and his brows soften behind his glasses. He takes a moment, like he's considering something.

"Look, Rink -- what I did..." he starts, lifting his glasses to rub one of his eyes, "In Toronto and Malibu..."

"Steve it's --"

"No, no, shut up -- stop," he says, resting his glasses back on his nose, "What I did, what I said -- it was shitty."

He pauses, you sit in silence for a moment.

"I shouldn't have done that."

"Yeah, you shouldn't have," you agree, taking another sip of Sprite -- you're annoyed that it is making you feel better.

"Everything I said was the truth, so -- I'm not apologizing to you," you say with a smile and a shrug.

"Fuckin' Rink," Steve shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair, attention turning to the door again where Libby is standing.

"Come eat!" she calls. Holy God, you're fucking hungry.

"Go," Steve instructs, and you wanna snap at him too, but whatever demons are growing in your uterus are really begging for cheese and sauce. You get up, looking behind you while Steve works on finishing his cigarette and step into the house.

"Shoes off, baby," Eddie says when you see him in the kitchen, a plate of pizza in either hand. You kick your Adidas off and scurry over to the front door, leaving them with the pile of everyone else's before meeting your husband back in the kitchen.

"You want veggie or pepperoni?" he asks, holding either out in front of you.

"Veggie," you choose, taking the plate of his hand. You turn to see Libby waiting at the door for Steve, a plate of slices in her hand -- offering it to him when he comes in the door. Your heart sinks. You want to believe it's a good relationship, you really do -- but when you see her like this, this contrast of her bubbly nature with the group versus her obedient meekness when he's around -- you worry. Eddie catches you staring and looks at you through heavy lids, his lips a straight line.

"What?" you ask, "What's that face for?"

"Don't be sneakin' around on me," he warns, "I don't like that."

"Baby, it's fine," you say lightly, "I wasn't sneaking around -- you were busy! I just needed some air."

"It's not fine. I didn't want you to see him again," he says through a bite of pizza, "And definitely not by yourself."

"Oh stop," you click your tongue, "Put that fake macho attitude away."

"I'm so macho, what do you mean?" he quirks his brow while he gets in your face, dimples deepening when he smiles into a soft, pizza saucey peck on your lips. You look at him, his eyes are a little glassy and blood shot.

"Are you stoned?" you ask with a laugh.

"Eh...not a lot, enough that this tastes like the best pizza I've ever had," he laughs back at you.

"C'mon, lets sit," he urges, giving you a tiny pat on the ass to get you out of the way of all the moving parts in the kitchen. You cozy up next to him on the oversized recliner by the couch and look at the maps and dice left abandoned on the table.

"Are you winning?" you ask, taking a bite of your slice. Fuck, you might not be stoned but this is definitely the best pizza you've ever had.

"It's not that kind of game, baby," he smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the edges when he does.

"Oh, sorry," you blush, "I didn't know."

"S'okay," he says with a stretch of his arm, wrapping it at around you while he folds his now empty paper plate with his free hand.

"You having fun?" you ask, shoveling another bite of pizza into your mouth.

"Feel like I'm back at a highschool party," he blushes, "Excited to get to the making out part of the night. You know there's this girl I have a crush on? Her name's Stella. Think she'd wanna be my make out partner?"

"Oh, so wild," you play along, "I know her. Do you want me to ask her if she likes you?"

"No, no, she'd never go for a guy like me," he fake frowns, "I'm a loser in a rock band."

Almost as if on cue, a Corroded Coffin song comes on the radio and you playfully lean over him to turn up the volume on the stereo. Eddie covers his face with his hands, biceps bulging in the tight fabric of his shirt.

"Oof, so embarrassing," you tease. The party, sans Libby and Steve, clamber over to join in on the teasing, but it all turns into hype when they start screaming the lyrics at him. He peeks over his hands and then drops them, screaming the lyrics with them.

You feel the air around you get hot at the sight of him air guitaring the exact right chords, his face getting confident and concentrated like when he's really playing. He notices your stare, looking up to shoot you a wink but when you blush at him he can't help but pull you into a kiss. It's lewd and sloppy, like how you'd make out at California parties when you both had too much to drink. You know deep down he misses that version of you, but he can always find her when he kisses like this.

The hype turns into childish playful groans of disgust and teasing coos, "Ewwwww, don't be gross."

"Get a room!"

"No wonder you have a baby on the way," Mike teased. The grouped lulled in quiet, everyone blushing but not at dark as Wheeler. Your eyes flit quickly to Steve and Libby, and a strike of guilt pangs in your chest. She didn't know. How would she?

Always good at breaking tension, you make a joke at the expense of yourself, "Don't act so surprised, you all saw it on the tape."

They probably had. It was all over the news.

The room erupts in cackles and you laugh into Eddie's hand while it claps over your mouth, "Shh, shh, stop." His giggle in your ear is infectious. You reach up to touch his hand, your finger sliding over his wedding band as a reminder that he made all the changes he said he would. He put in all the work he promised. He's still going to meetings and still seeing a shrink -- he's even brought you with him a few times.

'Eddie mentioned he thinks you might have some issues with letting go of control.'

'I think you don't know what you're talking about.'

In your peripherary, you catch Steve pull away from her touch -- renderring her visibly upset. She gets up and heads to the hallway and part of you wants to get up and go after her, but your attention turns to Steve. His eyes lock with yours and he gives you a look like 'See what I'm dealing with here? What did I do?'

You look back at him flatly at first because he knows what he did. You motion your head toward the hallway at him mouthing a small 'Go!' He huffs and bobs his head with another award winning eye roll because he knows you're right.

Mrs. Fuckin' Munson.

Both of them disappear in the darkness of the hall and you watch as Max and Will's gaze follow them.

"It's okay," you assure them quietly -- it grabs their attention. Will was better, but Max always got flustered when you spoke to her or paid her any mind. You weren't a stranger to people being star struck around you -- but you wished it wouldn't happen around Ed's friends. Especially when he just wanted to be normal.

"Stell, you wanna hear a story about how Eddie struck out with a super hot babe at Hawkin's Comics back in '85?" Lucas asked.

"Yes, absolutely," you nod feverishly, "I want every painstaking detail."

"Oh god is this the story with --" Eddie starts, flush blooming on his cheeks.

"Yep, with the magic trick," Lucas interrupts with a laugh.

"Oh yes! When he punched her in the face?" Mike adds. Eddie's head falls into his hands, grin plastered on his face behind his palms. His face matches the can on Coke on the side table next to him.

"He punched a girl in the face?" you gasp but it turns into a girlish laugh -- a mean girl laugh that you thought you threw away in grade school. You run your hand over his back in soothing circles.

"Who knew he'd be Hollywood's heartbreaker a year later," you tease, "Tell me everything."

You listen to the tale intently, Eddie eventually finding comfort resting against your chest to feel the vibrations of your laugh under him. His eyes lull when your fingers graze over his scalp, running through his hair -- an absentminded soothing action you did without realizing it. He can't wait for you to be a mother -- he knows you're gonna be great at it. You've already spent so much time taking care of him, how different can some rugrat be?

When the story is over and everyone is nearly crying with laughter, your stomach lurches.

"Oh shit," you groan, wretching nothing, "Fuck, sorry, hold on."

You race to the bathroom for the third time only to be met with the closed door opening to Steve and Libby. You wretch again, looking at them while they look at you.

"Sorry, please -- just, please move -- " you plead, shoving past them and shutting the door on their backs. You heave into the toilet. Undigested chunks of pizza and veggies plopping down into the water unceremoniously -- the fizz of the Sprite crawling back up your throat burning while it mixes with your stomach acid.

"Ugh, shit," you groan as another hurl rolls through your body -- up your back to your neck and out of your mouth. Your coughs and sputters turn to more upheavels until there's nothing left to throw up. You take a few deep breaths, resting your head on the cool porcelain on the toilet seat -- not even caring at this point if its dirty.

With wobbling legs you get up and rinse your mouth for the third time that day, splashing some cold water onto your cheeks. The knock on the door makes you jump and you wait to hear Eddie's 'Baby, you okay?' come from the other side, but it doesn't.

"Hey, Stell?" it's Libby asking for you.

"I got you some water. Can I come in?" she asks. Your heart races. Steve you could handle -- but you don't know if you can handle this. You hesitate for a moment, looking at the door then back at yourself in the mirror, then back at the door again.

You reach for the handle and click it open, revealing her and her glassy stare -- cup of water in her hand, and one for her in the other.

"Uh, here."

You reach for it, your mouth and joints suddenly feelings the strain of dehydration, and gulp some of it down. Letting out a 'thanks' with a sigh.

You're silent for a second, mulling over your next move. You could just walk away and go back to your husband or you could grow the fuck up. You and Eddie have had countless talks about their hookup. He never shyed away from it, always doing his best to be as open and honest about it to quell and insecurity you might've had. It didn't kill you that he'd had a little crush on her, you had little crushes on plenty of people -- you worked along side the most beautiful and charming people in the world. At the end of the day, the ring was on your finger -- his vows were a short novel that he got bound in leather and gave to you the night before your wedding. He still knew your Big Mac order. He still knew you'd always take a sip of his regular Coke when you ordered diet.

"Do you wanna go outside with me? I just really need some air," you offer. You see her eyes widen, but she nods while you walk into the space she made for you in the hallway. You walk ahead, slipping your sneakers back on and finding Eddie back in the game with the boys. Steve sitting in darkness off to the side with his sunglasses on -- what a putz.

Eddie's character voice is low and gravely but animated -- some kind of accent lacing the words but you know it's his poor attempt at Northern Irish. He turns his head when you giggle as he finishes his sentence, sneaking behind him and reaching into his jacket pocket for some ginger chews.

"You okay?" he murmurs to you.

"Yes, honey," you whisper, grabbing the candies and sneakily slipping out his box of Camels and his lighter to slide into your jean's back pocket.

"Your character seems really cool," you smile into a kiss on the side of his head from behind, "You sound great."

"Thanks," he blushes, still whispering with you while the other members continues.

"I'm gonna step outside," you say with a rub to his back and he nods before joining a huddle with Lucas, Dustin, and Will to plan their next steps. You turn back to Libby and motion towards the back door, heading back outside towards the picnic table -- the sun begginning it's descent. You shivered a little in your sweatshirt -- you should've worn a coat or maybe another layer. You watch Libby as she comes outside, sitting across from you with her back towards the door.

"Hi," you say softly, with a smile, "It's been a while."

"Yeah," Libby nods. There's a permeating silence, neither of you knowing how to start the conversation. The last time you'd seen each other had been so cold. You had only kept up through seeing whatever brand deals she might have garnered, or running into some of Steve's fights on TV. Sometimes when your makeup artist had worked with her she'd give you her insight, but it had never been enough. Apparently Steve wasn't hovering so often.

"So how do you know these guys?" you ask, because this was the last place you ever thought you'd see Libby and Steve. She lights up at the question, easy and middle ground.

"Oh, I was really close with Will in high school. Some seniors were picking on him and I...sorta yelled at them," she explained.

She giggled at the memory, "How about you? How do you and Eddie know this bunch?"

"Eddie started living with his uncle when he was around 10 and then sarted working at Hawkin's Comics after he dropped out of high school in '83," you say it like you've heard this story a thousand times before, and you have, "The boys used to come in and buy new issues and some Dungeons and Dragons play books, eventually they started a little club and stayed friends after. I'm sure since you knew them back then you might've heard about it."

"He stayed friends with the boys for the most part, but stayed really close with Dustin -- so when he was here last year after um -- y'know -- everything. They sort of all got a chance to reconnect. And here we are."

"I bet it's weird, huh?" she asks with a shrug, " Not knowing many people, being far from home."

"And I'm sober for it," you complain with an eye roll. Your chin goes to rest on the heel of your hand, leaning on the table.

"Congratulations, by the way," Libby cracks a shy smile, "On the baby and the wedding."

"Thanks," you smile back, "I'm due in November. Y'know I thought I'd be so relieved once the wedding was over after all that planning but -- with y'know the tape and all the press -- and then getting pregnant it's been...it's just been a lot. Kinda lonely."

"I saw some pictures," she responded, "You looked really pretty."

Your heart breaks, "I wish..." you trail off for a moment, unsure if you should say what you're thinking.

"I wish you could've been there."

"Me too," she says, eyes casting down towards the table.

"It was fun, and all the boys were there -- and Max. You would've had a good time," you say, and then pause to think, "Maybe not Steve. He doesn't strike me as good at dancing."

Libby laughs, "Steve never dances."

'Not much of a dancer but good enough in bed that you stayed with him this long? What kind of rhythm is he even working with?' you think. You laugh too, but it fades out when your heart swells -- it's better to be honest.

"Not just the wedding though. When the tape came out and -- everything that went down. I wished you'd been around. It's hard y'know, when everyone is talking about how much of a slut you are for having sex with your own husband," you confess, "And then Jesus, everything with Ed and Howard -- so embarrassing."

"I only had my sisters and my mom for a while. It just would've been nice to have a friend around, too. Someone who understood," you pause for a beat, "I missed you."

You grab the box of Camels and his lighter from your back pocket to open it. It's half full, which is impressive since Eddie bought this pack last week -- really following through with cutting down. Any other time, this pack would've been gone by noon at the latest. You hold the box out in your hand across the table -- not the olive branch you thought it would be, but it'll do.

"Wanna light?" you ask, "It helps sometimes just to smell it around me. Takes the edge off."

You're surprised at how quickly she reaches for the pack, fishing out a cigarette and lighting it with one fell swoop. The kind of speed you see back stage at fashion shows or in the back alleys of the studios you shot at.

"You're telling me," she mumbles through a drag.

"Didn't realize you were one of us now. Are you that stressed out?" you asked. There was no way things were going that badly already. You watch her look over her shoulder with a nervous shiver, certainly looking out for Steve.

"It's just like you said," she says before blowing out the gray haze, the scent hits your nostrils and your heart finally stops thrumming, "to take the edge off sometimes. Steve doesn't know."

"I'd imagine not," you tease.

There's a moment of silence while Libby takes another drag. Smoking suits her, she looks more established -- more grown up. Sure of herself.

"I missed you, too," she says. You think it's the pregnancy hormones that make you want to cry. You both smile at eachother, eyes shining in the cold air. It would've been a different year entirely if you had just stayed friends.

"Is—has everything been okay? With Steve?" you asked. The answer seemed obvious since they were still together.

"Yeah, things are good. They're..." you watch her consider the answer. No longer under the watch of America or her family, but someone who'd seen some of Steve at his worst, "...they're much better. He's been going to therapy, it seems to be helping," she admitted.

You laugh at the confession. King Steve sees a shrink. Of course.

"Ah, that explains it," you grin, fiddling with Eddie's zippo on the table. She laughs with you. It's nice to laugh with someone else other than Eddie.

"I'm sure that was a terrifying moment for you," she jokes, tilting her head towards the house. It was at first, talking to Steve one on one -- but then maybe it wasn't.

"I definitely didn't wonder if you had him cloned and rewired," you tease before reaching out to her across the table, "And you? How have you been?"

"Good. We're back on the road next week, Steve has a fight in Chicago," she explains. You knew that life.

"Any more Prada shoots?" you ask. Your mind wanders for a brief moment if Steve ever ended up giving her the card you wrote her.

"Maybe. But...I don't know, ever since we came back to Hawkins, I've been...no, it's silly," she waves her hand, making a face -- but you want to know what she wants.

"No, I know it's not! Come on, tell me."

"I've been thinking about...maybe taking some classes. I wanted to go to school, before I met Steve, and I'm just...wondering if maybe I still could," she says nervously. Like a secret she'd been keeping for years.

"Libby, I definitely think you still can," you encourage, "I think that's a great idea."

"Ah, I don't know. We'll see. What about you? How far along are you?"

You pull your hand away -- you're excited but almost a little exhausted by talking about the baby -- babies, you keep having to remind yourself. But you know it'll only get worse the more you start to show.

"Not very, just due in November. I mean, I'm scared shitless, but I'm excited. Eddie's nesting more than I am and he's not the one puking every five seconds," you can't help but get exasperating at his constant flitting about -- but thinking about him with a baby makes your heart melt.

"But...he's gonna be a great dad," you confess, your cheeks heat up for a moment.

"Yeah, he is," she agrees, "And you're gonna make the best mom, Stell."

You gulp and shake your head for a second, "I dunno. You think so?"

"I know so," her smile genuine and warm and you want to reach up and give her a hug but something moves behind her that catches your eye.

You spy Steve at the door way and your eyes flick to the lit cigarette in her hand while she talks. He takes a strong step forward, eyes meeting yours -- he puts a finger to his lips with a devilish smile as to warn you not to reveal his unfortunate surprise. You want to roll your eyes while she takes her next drag, but you know it'll give it away.

He comes behind her and cups his hand under her jaw and you stifle a laugh while she sputters out the smoke into his face.

"Hey, angel. Whatcha doin'?" he asks, you can sense he's less than happy about her currently predicament. Another reminder why he probably didn't want you hanging out with Libby in the first place.

"I-I was just keeping it lit for you," she says with rounded, mischevious eyes. You giggle, which makes her giggle, while he makes a face -- and you know he doesn't appreciate it.

"You think that's funny?" he asks down at her, but you know he's asking both of you.

"No -- " she starts, her voice falling into something small and meek. A familiar head of shaggy curls appears behind Steve's hulking frame. Fuck, you forgot your husband was here.

"Stell, babe, have you seen my Camels?" he asks while he jogs out, slowing down to a confused stop when he sees all three of you outside. He stands next to you, seeing the box of cigarettes and his lighter on the table -- a lit cig in Libby's hand.

"Okay, so when did you start smoking?" Ed asks, furrowing his brow.

"She doesn't," Steve says down at her. It's the only slight interaction they've had all night. You cringe.

"Sure you don't want it, Stevie?" Libby asks, offering it to him. He gives her a look and shakes his head -- tossing the cigarette into the grass.

"I don't smoke that nasty shit, and neither to do you," he almost looks offended that she asked. Eddie turns his attention back towards you, shoving his hands in his coat pockets -- his exasperated breath floating out in contrast to the cold air.

"What're you doing, huh?" he asks, "It's freezing out, you have no coat on. You've barely eaten. You're a foot away from someone blowing smoke around you. C'mon Stell, it's bad for --"

"For the baby. Yeah, yeah, I know, Ed," you sass. He picks up the box and puts it in his back pocket, lighter shoved in the inside pocket of his leather jacket.

“Well, I hate the break up the Girl Scout meeting over here," Ed announces dramatically. You notice Steve's jaw tick.

"But I need to get you some dinner,” Eddie says, his hands giving your shoulders a soft squeeze, “Let’s go say goodbye inside so we can get going.”

“Ed, no, I’m finally having fun,” you complain.

“Don’t argue with me, please,” he says softly, “You got sick three times and barely finished your pizza. Let’s go get something that agrees with you. We can go to the diner.”

“No,” you half whine, grabbing Libby’s hand across the table.

“Let’s go, Stell,” he urged, annoyance and edge building on his voice — feeling Steve’s eyes on him while his wife blatantly doesn’t listen. Eddie turns and walks towards the house, expecting you to follow him but you stay on the bench and cross your legs. They tighten when Eddie turns back around half way to the house in the grass, frustration clear on his face.

“Stella Lynn,” he growls, "Get over here, now."

You huff, and you swear you can hear Steve snicker under his breath. 'You finally lettin' him boss you around?'

"Sorry, I have to go," you frown, getting up and taking a step over to him.

"You're being a buzzkill, Ed," you say loudly enough for them to hear. He takes a few steps back to meet you, putting his arm around you while he scowls.

"What's our agreement, these days -- hm?" he asks, not even caring that the other couple is there watching you, "If I don't get to do cocaine -- you don't get to what?"

"Don't get to start shit," you reply with a frown. You know Steve is snickering and you'd give anything to be back in the ring in Toronto to give him a right hook that you actually know how to do now.

"So let's go," he repeats.

"Just give me like, one second okay?" you ask, pecking him on the cheek. You scurry back over to Libby and Steve and interrupt their conversation.

You meet Steve's eye and before he can speak you put your finger in his face but your face is playful, "Don't."

"555-4823," you say down at Libby on the bench, "That's my new number. Call me literally whenever."

You hurry back over to Eddie who pulls you back in tight at the waist, leading you back into the house. The warmth envelopes you like a hug, you hadn't even realized how cold you were until you came back inside.

"Everything good out there?" Dustin asks, his concerned stance matching Eddie's from outside.

"Everything's fine, Henderson," you singsong, "Don't let Munson get in your head."

He smiles and reaches forward to pull you into a tight hug, "I'll see you guys tomorrow, okay?"

You hug him back tightly, letting go to go around with Eddie for the rest of your goodbyes -- Max nearly falling over herself when you reached forward to wrap your arms around her. Eddie smiles when he watches you interact with his friends, a little heart broken to take you away just as you started to loosen up but he planned to make more trips home now that you were about to start a family together.

You hear Steve and Libby come in while you make your exit, the door shutting behind you when you hear Will call out to her.

"You have fun?" Eddie asked, opening the van door for you. He helps you in, but you shake your hand out of his when he reaches for it. Eddie frowns but shuts the door for you before appearing on the other side.

"Yeah, it was fine," you smile, "Talked to both of them."

"How'd that go?" he asked, apprehensive. The van chugs to life when he puts the keys in the ignition, pulling out of the driveway.

"Good. I think," you nod, "I think it's good."

"I don't wanna go to the diner," you confess when he pulls onto the road.

"No? What'd you want?" he turns, and then focuses attention on your tummy, "Better question, what do you want?"

"I think McDonalds," you admit, making a face. He pulls a face that doesn't match yours, he's frustrated with you.

"I don't think that's a good choice, baby," he says softly.

"You don't really get to tell me wh--"

"It's not that I think it's a bad choice because it's unhealthy, it's a bad choice because you've barely put anything else in your body -- you need nutrients, babe. You didn't even take your vitamins today," he says, his voice raising slightly to talk over you.

"I'm not made of fucking glass, Ed," you snap, "This whole week you've been up my fucking ass, I'm so sick of it. I know how to take care of myself."

"Stell..." his voice softens, "I'm just trying to help you."

"Well, don't!" you smack the console between you -- your voice was petulant but you didn't care.

"Okay," he says, his voice calm. He doesn't want to fight with you, not after a good day. Maybe you'll be happier after you eat something. He keeps one hand on the wheel, knowing the roads well, the other slides over to you with his palm outstretched, "You wanna hold my hand?"

You look down at it and pout, sliding your fingers in to lace with his own, "Yeah."

Eddie smiles at your admission – something about your little mood swings these days was fun for him. Much easier now to reel you back in from being scathing, all he had to do was be a little cuter than normal. (And he was already pretty cute to begin with, if he does say so himself.) Ed pulls into the drive through, your order never changing, and before you know it you're back on the road with two hot bags full of burgers and fries on your lap.

"Want me to bring you to one of my old stomping grounds?" he asked with a smile, "We can pull over and eat instead of going to Wayne's right away."

"Oh, is it where you punched that girl in the face?" you tease. He huffs, spare hand reaching up and squeezing your cheeks while he keeps his eyes on the road.

"You're cruisin' for a bruisin', Rink," he laughs, teeth gleaming behind his lips.

"Nah, it's where I used to go hook up with nerdy babes from the shop," he blushed, turning down a heavier treelined road -- the mist of the rainy day settling against the warm orange lights.

"I'm sure they were throwing themselves at you," you mocked.

He turns to look at you, mildly offended, and scoffs, "I'm sorry. Have you seen my dick? Of course they were."

You giggle with him while he turns into an empty parking lot, a lone car further to the back. Eddie looks at the car and back at you, "Think it's a couple of kids?"

"Yeah, probably," you nod. He grins.

"Wanna go ruin their night?" he laughs.

"Ed, c'mon, let them have their fun. No one was interrupting you when you were screwing around," you chide, but as you pull closer you see the bounce of the car.

And the car is familiar.

"Oh even fucking better -- it's Harrington," Eddie is giddy at the realization, leaning on the horn with an evil giggle.

"ED!" you yell, swatting at his hands, "Stop! Stop!"

Ed turns on his high beams, able to see through the slight fog of the back window.

"Is that Steve's ass?" you ask, peering forward while Eddie beeps the horn again.

"Hey, don’t look at that," Eddie snaps, covering your eyes while he pulls away -- Steve's middle finger pointed directly at him. When you squeal out of the parking lot, you roll deeper down the road and onto the backway to Wayne's -- pulling in front of his trailer without getting out.

"Wanna eat in the back?" he asks, "We could fool around after."

"Just like with your nerdy babes?" you tease, "I can't wait."

You both hop out and meneuver to the back where he slides in close to you, passing your food over. You don't wait for him to get situated, your stomach growling at the smell of salt and cheese -- your saliva might as well be whatever oil they dunk the fries in.

"Woah," he says with raised brows, "That little gremlin is really hungry, huh?"

You swallow hard, gulping down a sip of your diet Coke.

“Little gremlins,” you say to the floor of his van.

“Hm?” he asks, “You know I can’t hear you all the way when you mumble, baby.”

The only perk of him losing some of his hearing in his right ear is that he can’t always catch on, but you knew you couldn’t keep this from him any longer.

“Gremlins,” you repeat, “As in plural.”

Eddie looks at you, eyes wide, like he’s trying to understand what you’re saying.

“As in two,” you say softly, pausing for a moment while he nods with your words, “As in twins.”

“Twins,” he repeats, his voice normal before his eyes blow. It hits him, finally, what you were saying.

“TWINS?!” you let out a breath of relief when he smiles, “We’re having TWINS?!”

“When – what — when did you find out? Why didn’t – how were you – we’re having TWINS?!” the food is left forgotten and fries skitter across the carpet of the van. He pulls you in before you can explain and kisses you, hard and intense, lips trying to move through his smile but he can’t stop grinning into your mouth.

“Why didn’t you tell me when you found out?” he asks, resting his foreheard against yours, “Did they tell you yesterday?”

“Yeah,” you smile up at him, tears pricking your eyes, “I don’t know, I was scared you were gonna get stressed out or – or – be mad.”

“Be mad?” he asks, “Stell, you’re having our babies. By proxy I don’t think I’m ever allowed to be mad at you for the rest of my life. Especially not for having twins.”

He kisses your forehead while he continues, hands massaging the sides of your scalp, “Do you think maybe you’re a little stressed out and instead of owning it, you decided maybe I would be stressed out when you told me?”

You give him a look, “What, you see a shrink for two years and suddenly you think you know everything?”

“Oh, so I’m right,” he nods with a smile, your look doesn’t subside.

“I get that you’re stressed, because two is a lot – and we don’t even know what it’s like to have one,” he soothes, “But you’re gonna be the best mom. I keep telling everyone about how great you’re gonna be. I know you’re scared, but I’m here with you the whole way, okay?”

Your lower lip wobbles, and a few tears sneak their way out, “Okay.”

You are scared – but no one would hear you say it outloud. He pulls you against his chest, instinctively stroking your hair like he always does when you start to cry. His excited breaths steady so that yours can, too.

“Can we go tell Wayne?” he asks, “He’s gonna lose his fucking mind.”

You nod while he lets you go to pick up the mess he made, shoving slightly at your shoulder when you lean down to help.

“Please let me,” he mutters, “Let me do it, just go inside. I’ll be there in a minute.”

You can’t help but sigh while you open the van doors and slide out. His shoulders tense at the sound.

“You gotta let me take care of you one of these days, Rink,” he says while you linger outside with your hand on the door. He scoops up the fries and puts them in one of the empty bags before crunching it up and hopping out of the van to meet you.

“Deal?” he asks, offering his empty hand to you.

“Deal,” you smile.

“Okay but you can’t just say deal and then not actually mean it,” he rambles while you walk towards the door of the trailer.

“Oh my God, Munson. You’re being so insufferable right now.”

“Will you two stop yellin’ out here!” Wayne calls from the window, “They can hear you two counties over.”

You both giggle. Still just two kids under the pregnancy. Under the sex tape. Under the wedding rings. Under the fight in Toronto. Under rehab. Under separating. Just two kids holding hands who don’t know how to be quiet when the street lights are on.

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