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stnexus · 10 months ago

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(not so) lyrical genius…!

band members au

NSFW, R RATED, MINORS DNI, 18+

yuki tsukumo x black!fem!reader x choso kamo

summary: every artist faces writers block at some point, but you and yuki are there to ensure choso gets just enough inspiration.

cw: nsfw, smut, 18+, use of pet names, poly!couple, established relationship, explicit language, threesome, (1) creampie, oral (m + f receiving), fingering, blowjob, swallowing partner’s release, light dom!yuki, little bit of switch!reader, sub!choso, face riding, cowgirl, praise, good deal of kissing in here

names used(?): baby boy, baby, pretty girl, ma’am, mommy (like twice), pretty boy, good boy

wc. 4.4K+

tags + note: @chososluv @shemaycry @uc1wa when i say it’s actually comical that i got writer’s block while writing a story about writer’s block. something like that would only happen to me i swear. but ahhh band mates choso and yuki, i hope you all enjoy! comments, reblogs, and tags are always welcomed.

a guitar amp sat on the hardwood flooring near the end of the bed. black cords and cables decorated the floor and trailed upwards onto the bed. mindless riffs and melodies were pushed through the amp, sounding around the occupied room. yuki’s fingers lightly strummed over the guitar strings as her blonde hair framed her face, her bangs slightly covering her eyes as she peered down at her guitar.

“this is useless,” choso huffed from the upper part of the bed, interrupting yuki’s actions as the sounds emitted from the amp halted. his legs were stretched out as his sock-covered feet almost grazed yuki’s criss-crossed legs. in his sudden little outburst, choso dropped a notebook and pencil onto the black-silk bed sheets, right between yourself and him. your two barbie ponytails swayed a bit as you looked between your two lovers, peering over your phone.

“there’s gotta be something, cho,” yuki almost groaned. the three rings on her right hand sending out a ‘ping!’ sound around the room as she accidentally tapped the neck of her guitar. “you don’t usually get so…” yuki seemed to search for her words.

“stuck. i feel fucking stuck,” choso interjected, finishing yuki’s sentence. another stress-filled huff flowing past his lips as his fingers pinched at his nose bridge. the solid black tattoo that adorned it was manipulated by his actions.

“well, i don’t think beating yourself up about it is going to help.” you joined the conversation, dropping your phone into your lap. reaching over to run a hand through choso’s hair, loose from the confines of his usual two high ponytails, your nails running over his scalp. “when’s the next gig?”

“in three weeks,” yuki announced, fiddling with the tuning pegs on her guitar. “the band has got everything done. but we’re lacking in the lyrics department, as we can see,” yuki tried to joke with a little smile. though the joke seemed to push choso further into despair as he groaned and leaned into your touch.

“at least you’ve got time.” you tried to be positive as well, letting your hand slip from choso’s hair when he began to move away.

“that’s the thing; we had two months.” his already deep voice deepened a bit more as he spoke. rubbing a hand over his face quickly.

being in a relationship with two artists almost felt unreal at times. but as you all sat in bed, pajamas on, and somewhat relaxed — the moment was as real as ever. it had been almost two hours that you all sat, choso trying to write lyrics onto the notepad he had just recently thrown aside.

complaints about how time was running out were thrown around between the two at random times. the two members of a completely independent band were left stumped. yuki was just unsure of how to help her boyfriend at the moment. knowing they had the idea of producing a new single before their next show, the chances of that idea taking place were becoming slim.

setting her guitar on the bed, right below choso’s feet, yuki wrapped a hand around one of your ankles to grab your attention. rubbing at your soft brown skin with a soft — almost apologetic — smile for choso’s down in the dumps attitude.

“baby boy, it’s just writer's block. how do you usually deal with it?” yuki questioned, still sending a soothing touch over your ankle.

if choso could throw a full-on tantrum, you doubt he would hold back. his brain seemed to taunt him with a lack of creativity, blanking out completely when his notebook was in front of him. the lack of inspiration boiled into frustration, and that, in turn, pissed him off even more.

“it’s been a minute since i’ve had a block this bad,” choso confessed. watching as yuki tugged at you, beckoning you towards her for a gentle kiss. his eyes trailed over the matching pajama sets you both wore. a plaid black and red pattern decorating the bottoms and a simple black fitted baby-doll tee complementing you both beautifully.

in the quick moment, his constant feelings of luck set in. he always felt lucky to have you two, and he knew that would never change. he was simply weak for the both of you; hell, sometimes he could rarely fathom that you two interacted with him.

“is there something missing?” yuki questioned as she pulled away from your lips, dragging you into her lap. facing choso. her hand resting on your thigh as you placed your head against her shoulder. the sensation of her cool rings could be felt slightly through your pants. “we need to know where your head is in order to help.”

“we’re not mind readers ya’ know…” you jokingly poked fun at your other partner. inhaling yuki’s scent as it surrounds you. feeling choso eye the two of you for a moment, he searched his mind for the right words. a small frown playing at his lips but his eyes were a bit hooded as they flickered over both you and yuki. a look that your girlfriend did not miss when it took place.

“inspiration. i’m lacking inspiration right now,” choso admitted while sighing. dropping his hands to smooth over his heather-gray sweatpants, his fingers brushing over the hem of his white baggy tee in the process.

“that should be easy to fix, right?” you attempted to help again. “i mean, cho, i’ve seen you take inspiration from the smallest of things.”

“she’s right, ya’ know.” yuki agreed as her fingers played at the end of one of your ponytails. with a slightly raised brow, she tilted her head to the side, taking in the man before you two. his frustration had begun to teeter along the edges of something else and she knew just what it was.

“i don’t know where to even start,” choso confessed once again. mind drawing a blank for what seemed like the thousandth time. though, that left him clear to take on another range of emotions with the way he started to grow a bit warm with you two in front of him.

“you can find inspiration in anything— i mean not to judge, but have you heard some of the songs these other bands are making?” yuki said, a small laugh leaving her lips in her slight show of cockiness. but they died down as an idea flickered through her mind. if a cartoonish light bulb could appear over her head, it would shine as brightly as it possibly could. especially when her lips dropped to your ear, whispering words that choso couldn’t hear.

it was evident that the words made you a bit flustered as you let out a giggle, squeezing at yuki’s arm lightly. until a hum of agreement was pushed from you during her low-spoken words.

“you’re right. but that still leaves me with nothing.” choso nodded. brows furrowing a bit as he watches you two converse. yuki planting a kiss on your cheek as you let out a hum in place of a reply.

“well you’ve gotta start somewhere. what vibe are you going for?” you spoke up, feeling your girlfriend’s hand gently move from your thigh to your waist. tucking underneath your shirt to soothe you a bit, just as she had done earlier. though this time, a small hiss left your lips when her cool rings kissed at your warmed skin. “your rings…they’re cold.” you laughed a bit at the sensation.

“oh, i’m sorry, baby.” yuki apologized but her hand stayed exactly where it was.

“something…sensual…maybe?” choso spoke like he was questioning you two instead. “we have a number of upbeat songs. we need something…different.”

“look at it this way,” yuki started with choso again, “our biggest inspiration is right in our faces at this moment.”

a look of confusion overtook the man for just a moment as he let out an inquisitive hum. though he watched as yuki’s gaze flickered from his face to your own in a sort of silent reply. though her words caught up to her soon after.

“our pretty girl,” yuki said in a sure tone. “i mean look at her; she’s gotta be the best inspiration—��

“both of you are. you are both part of my inspiration.” choso rushed out. watching as yuki’s hand trailed a bit further into your shirt. no doubt — her fingers grabbing at you from what he could see.

“mmm, you want us to give you a little more inspiration? huh, cho?” yuki questioned as she locked eyes with him. nimble fingers grabbing at one of your nipples as a gasp was pushed from your lips.

“y—yes,” the man stuttered out a bit flustered.

“yes, what?” yuki demanded as she planted a kiss on your neck, her eyes never letting up on choso.

“yes ma’am,” choso corrected himself, a slight blush of pink presenting itself along his cheeks. to which yuki gained a lazy smirk before speaking.

“why don’t you go give our pretty boy a kiss, sweetheart?” yuki persuaded you as she pulled her hand from beneath your shirt. helping you off of her lap, yuki watched as you maneuvered yourself over to choso. his arm wrapping around you as he pulls you sideways into his lap. wasting no time in pushing his lips up against yours.

the kiss was heated, full of hunger on choso’s end. as if he had been waiting to get close enough to one of you. your pace mirrored his own in an attempt to bring balance.

“softer.” yuki ordered as she stood from the bed, tucking her guitar and amp away into a corner of the room. grabbing a hair tie from somewhere in the room to tie her hair into a ponytail — her bangs still hanging freely. then pulled her rings off one by one, setting them down somewhere she knew she’d be able to find them later.

on her cue, choso slowed his movements. there was no room for being indifferent today. he knew the best way to get anything he wanted was to comply. so his lips were soft against your glossed ones; the flavor of your lipgloss danced across his tongue. small moans of want meeting between the two of you.

“that’s it, good boy,” yuki cooed as she knelt onto the bed. pushing herself into the bit of open space between you two as she placed a kiss on your cheek, then choso’s cheek. ultimately ending with the three of you kissing at once. a mixture of sounds flooding the room.

your eyes closed as you felt choso’s hand snake up your torso, palming at your clothed tits. pinching at your pert nipples through your shirt at random. the kiss glided into just him and yuki as you worked to pull your shirt off, welcoming the air around the room to cool your warm body. hardening your brown nipples even more.

“fuck…” choso stated almost breathlessly as he and yuki separated, his eyes landing on you. which only earned a laugh from yuki as she tugged her own shirt off.

“we are about to fuck, choso.” she jokes sarcastically. letting the woman’s joke enter one ear and go through the other, his heavy hands grabbed at you. furthering the actions he had begun earlier, tweaking and pulling at your nipples at random. soon lowering his head to wrap his lips around one. groaning around you as yuki came into view, allowing him to grab at her with his free hand. her pert — almost pinkish colored — nipples being manipulated by his movements.

with her legs tucked below her, yuki pushed herself forward to reach for the waistband of your pajama pants. tucking her hand below the material as her fingers pushed against your panties. the fabric pressed into you underneath her fingers as a wet spot had begun to form. an almost whimper was pushed from your lips at the feeling of both of them.

“that feels good, yuki,” you assured as her fingers worked over your clothed clit in slow and light circles. the way your hips move and chased after yuki’s touch was enough to keep choso pliant as he removed his mouth from you. his cock hardening even more with each movement you made.

“i bet it does,” yuki almost whispered next to your ear. her fingers pushed your panties aside, two fingers swiping at the wetness between your legs. dragging her fingers heavily from your hole to rub at your clit momentarily. the little bud throbbing under her fingertips.

only a whine of disapproval left your lips as she pulled her hand from below your waistband. fingers glistening under the warm light of the bedroom.

“hush, shouldn’t we give choso a taste? we are trying to be inspirational, right, honey?” yuki asked, while your hips continued to grind over choso. in search of his hardness to help the ache that began to grow between your legs.

“yes, mommy.” you complied fully. watching as she pressed her soaked fingers against choso’s lips, and allowed him to wrap his lips around them. a grumble of delight muffled around them as he worked his tongue over her fingers. moving his hips so you could push up against him.

“ ‘taste so good, baby.” choso compliments as he looks at you as yuki slips her fingers out from between his lips. a mewl of thank you brushing past your lips in gratitude for the words and the help he provided you with.

as you felt your clit bump against choso repeatedly, yuki took her time ridding herself of her pajama pants. her black hipster-cut panties being the only things left when she got herself back onto the bed. moving to kiss as choso’s neck. allowing you time to do just as she did and remove your bottoms.

“would you look at that,” yuki giggled just a bit. “she’s so wet, she left a wet spot…through her pants.”

the mere sight almost made choso cum. a little wet spot sat perfectly over his bulge, and it sent a shiver through him as yuki palmed at him over the stain. his hands grabbed at her wrist to pull her into a straddling position.

yuki’s comment turned you bashful, as you were made completely aware of your wetness seeping through as you pulled your bottoms off. thighs a bit sticky from the mess as you left your underwear on, getting onto the bed again.

slipping her hand under the band of choso’s sweats and briefs simultaneously, yuki gripped at his length. slightly hovering over him instead of sitting firmly in his lap — leaving room to stroke him slowly.

“shit, yuki—” choso hissed out as he tried to focus on thumbing over her underwear, her clit attentive under his finger. your lips met his again as his groans began to accumulate, your hand caressing his jaw.

“you both,” he started in between kissing you, “oh fuck— are going to be the death of me.”

you and yuki let your laughter envelop the room. giving him a momentary break to help him remove his shirt and sweats. throwing in haphazardly around the room.

both leaning down to plant a kiss on his clothed cock, a small stain of presumably precum could be slightly seen and felt against the black material.

“can we take them off him now, yuki?” you nearly whisper. your words match exactly what choso had been thinking. knowing better than to ask and possibly receive longer teasing from yuki. your eyes locked in on yuki as she laid the palm of her hand on one of your cheeks, one of your ponytails brushing against her hand.

“yes, baby,” she agreed with a smile. “we’re just here for inspiration today, so i don’t think we need to prolong the teasing. unless he wants us to be mean…” yuki’s words trailed off. both of you look to choso for an answer to yuki’s words.

“nono, ‘just want you two,” he spoke flustered. his own hands trying to maneuver to push the briefs down. only for you and yuki to push his hands back.

“nah, we’ve got it baby.” you replied sweetly. helping yuki to pull them off him, only needing him to lift his hips. his cock springing free from its confines, slapping against his lower stomach. choso was once a bit reserved about showing himself off, shy at the thought of what his two pretty girls thought of him. but over time, you and yuki made him well aware that with his girth and length, there was absolutely nothing to be shy about.

the normally pale tip was a blushy pink color, mirroring his cheeks as he looked at the two of you. spitting into your hand, you wrapped it around his base as yuki took a lick at the precum threatening to dribble from his tip. you followed suit, as well as working towards stroking him.

watching as you both licked up the side of his shaft, only to meet at his tip — choso swore his eyes could have rolled out of his head from his reaction.

“holy shit—” choso stifled a moan as both your tongues ran repeatedly over his tip. like you two were kissing, and he just so happened to have been placed there.

placing a chaste kiss on his tip, you moved back. allowing yuki the room to wrap her lips around him completely. bobbing her head as she worked towards pleasing him. your hand worked in unison with her, stroking him, especially in areas she couldn’t fully take in. your free hand playing with his balls.

“they’re trynna fuckin’ kill me…” choso moaned to himself in disbelief. hips rutting up a bit, mindlessly. switching places with yuki, she sent choso a cheeky smile. lips riddled with spit and precum.

“inspiration, baby. we’re trying to inspire you not kill you,” the blonde woman teased.

with your lips around him, tongue working against his length, a hum of agreement was emitted from you. heightening his sensitivity to you and yuki’s actions. his hips jutted upwards — pulling a gagging sound from you in the moment as he quickly moved to pull his hips back.

“shit, baby, ‘m sorry,” he whined out, placing a hand lightly on your head in a soothing manner.

“ ‘m okay,” you confirmed as you let him slip from your lips. your voice a bit raspy from the way he had fucked up into your throat. your ponytails swayed as you and yuki went back to simultaneously licking at his tip. drawing sounds from him every second it seemed.

feeling him twitch below your tongue, you and yuki continued. the verbal warning and begging of i’m gonna cum, please don’t fucking stop falling from choso’s lips.

one final lick from the both of you, paired with stroking him, led him to his peak. cum spurting from his tip in thick ropes over the tongues of both his beautiful girlfriends. repeated swears said by him floated around the room as you both swallowed the milky white substance he had given the two of you. his hands weaved through his own hair for just a moment.

“such a mess, huh?” yuki questioned you as you both looked at the man. she almost laughed at his current state.

“mhm, and he tastes good too.” you nodded.

“well…i guess i’ll let you choose today, d’you want his tongue or do you want to ride him?” yuki asked casually, as if he weren’t sitting there panting. but at her words choso felt his abdomen clench, a feeling of warmth flooding his face once again as he began to harden.

it wasn’t long before you let yuki know you wanted to ride him. leading the both of you to ask him to lay in the very middle of the bed. his body surrounded by the silky sheets on the bed. straddling him, you slid your panties to the side for just a bit, a string of arousal clinging to them as you lowered yourself to grind against choso. your slick hugging into his cock.

with a sensitive grunt, his hands found your waist, helping you move your hips. yuki took the time to remove her underwear and kneel over him, drooling cunt hovering just above him as his anticipation began to grow. a giggle leaving her lips as she leaned forward to kiss you.

“take them off, pretty girl.” to which you complied once again with no indifference as you pulled off your underwear. throwing them off the side of the bed yuki leaned forward as she pushed herself onto choso’s tongue, the warm and wet muscle immediately seeking out her attentive little bud. which drew a gasp from her. yet and still — her hand wrapped around his cock as she helped push his cock into you.

your walls fluttered at the feeling, welcoming him with a sticky coating of your arousal as you took him inch by inch. feeling utterly done for when you felt the head of his cock beginning to push past your most sensitive spot. only to have him nestled right up to your cervix once completely in.

in your process of taking him, it was almost like you had droned out yuki in front of you. until she grabbed at your hands, intertwining your fingers with her own.

she had begun to look dazed with the way choso’s tongue lapped at her wetness. the sound was nasty and vulgar, causing a knot to form in your lower belly. circling your hips, you could hear choso groan beneath yuki as he began to grip at her thighs.

eventually you worked up the nerve to begin bouncing on his cock. a sheen of your slick wrapping around him as you did so. letting out a dragged-out whine, you looked at yuki in front of you, her hands still holding on to yours as she pulled you into kiss her. the moans falling from you two were like music to choso’s ears. like the lyrics he couldn’t seem to find.

you clench stupidly when your bouncing leads to angling your hips just right. allowing choso’s tip to abuse your sweet spot over and over again. your grip going slack on one of yuki’s hands as you freed yourself to plant a stabilizing hand against choso’s abdomen.

“his tongue is so fucking good, he’s so good.” yuki began to mewl against your lips. her brows furrowing each time choso’s lips latched around her puffy clit, sucking for a split second.

“he feels so good too…” you reply weakly. your search to motivate him had begun to crumble into fucking yourselves silly with the use of your boyfriend’s compliance. the praises you both sung went straight to his head, his mind fuzzing up below the two of you. though it pushed him to lend a helping hand even more.

one of his hands climbed up between yuki’s thighs, fingers finding purpose right up against her entrance. barely hesitating before pushing one finger in, the second finger being pushed into her not long after.

“fuuuck,” yuki almost whined into your mouth as she felt his fingers dragging along her walls — his tongue still working against her cunt. her kisses began to slow when choso worked towards picking up his pace. her breathing becoming ragged and her hand squeezing at your own. “you’re gonna make me cum, keep going cho.” yuki announced as she leaned away from your lips, voice shaky as she held onto every bit of dominance that she could.

as your bouncing continued almost mind numbing sounds of you and your lovers exclamations and skin slapping against skin ensued. a sharp gasp escaped yuki’s lips as her cunt tightened around choso’s fingers, gushing around them due to the fact that he’d started bullying her most sensitive spot. her rushed announcement of her peak mimicked the way choso had sounded not long ago.

her eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as she freed her other hand to make herself stable just as you had done. her breathing harsh as she drifted back to her senses.

“you gonna cum for him, baby?” yuki questioned slowly, her blonde bangs shielding her eyes as she leaned forward again. this time dipping lower. “you gonna cum for our pretty boy?”

“yes— yes mommy,” you replied, feeling choso shift under you. his feet were planted into the soft bed below him. careful to secure his footing over the silk sheets as he began fucking up into you. feeling yuki press kisses onto your chest, she continued to do so all the way downwards. stopping only when her face was level with your cunt. watching how choso disappeared into and reappeared.

“taking him so good. poor clit looks lonely though.” yuki almost teased as she pushed herself back to eye level with you. a hand gripping dangerously close at the junction of your thigh.

“please touch her, ‘wanna make her feel real good.” choso pleaded from under yuki. her spent cunt still hovering over him.

“mmm. he’s such a giver,” yuki smiled as she pushed the pad of her thumb against your clit. rubbing the pleasure spot in heavy, lazy circles. placing loving kisses on your cheeks as choso bounced you up and down. “even when we’re supposed to be helping him, he’s a giver, choso’s such a good boy.”

“yeah, yeah…he’s a good boy,” you spoke with a heavy tongue. shaking a bit as yuki quickened her fingers against you.

“you gonna let him cum in you? come on pretty, give him something to write about.” yuki spoke lowly and persuasively into your ear as you nodded. one more roll of her thumb over your attentive clit and you were pushed over the edge. your stomach tightened then relaxed as it felt like a cord snapped. creaming around choso as he pushed up into you for the final time.

“cum in her, baby. give it to her…” yuki spoke to choso softly as she moved away from him. sitting next to you both, a bit winded as she watched him empty himself into you. praising him as he grunted out, grabbing your hips to keep you upright.

“you should have inspiration for days at this point,” you giggled breathlessly as you calmed down, shuddering as choso pulled out of you. the mixture of the two of you sticky between your legs, dripping from your cunt, and his face glistening with yuki’s slick. both of you supplying him with soft kisses pressed into his lips.

“might’ve been a little too much inspiration,” yuki chuckled as you both took in choso’s reddened face. his hair sticking to his face a bit.

“writing…” he spoke softly, “should be a breeze.”

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intimacyequalsdeath · 1 year ago

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Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas fics: Day One Decorating (Poly!Sinclair Brothers)

Hello all and welcome to my first 12 days of Christmas fic event! This is going to span from the 13th to the 24th to make 12 days even. With fics going up on both the 13th and Christmas itself. I came up with this idea back when Fictober was happening so I've been really excited to get it out to you guys, I hope you enjoy your Christmas present! <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Fluffy, no specific pronouns or descriptions of reader used. This is a Poly fic so if you aren't into that then this isn't the fic for you. SFW.

"Oh come on Bo please!" you pleaded from your spot on the couch. Bo sighed dramatically.

"Darlin' no, It's a stupid idea. who is even gonna see it ?" Bo questioned. You had asked Bo if you and your boys could decorate Ambrose for Christmas this year and maybe even the main house too.

"You, Vinny and Les would see it! plus Les thinks it's a great idea" You argued back.

"Honey of course Les thinks it's a good idea, He's not gonna be the one who's gotta clean it up" He deadpanned.

"No the four of us would put it up together and take it down together, I promise, We could start a new Sinclair family tradition with it!"

Bo rolled his eyes at you and took another drink out of his beer as the front door swung open revealing Vincent coming back from a day at the museum.

"Vinny!" You exclaimed jumping up to hug him "Don't you think we should decorate for Christmas?" you asked him, he shrugged.

"Why?" He signed "No ones around to see it" You groaned and Bo chuckled.

"Thank you Vince, that's exactly what I said" Bo snickered from the couch.

"Vinny WE would see it though! We could start a new family tradition and actually have fun for once instead of working all the time. Lester's already on board with it and if you're with us then we outvote Bo"

Now it's not clear if your convincing worked on Vincent or he was fueled by sibling rivalry and just wanted to oppose Bo. Either way with that, he was convinced.

"Yeah sure, sounds like fun" Vincent signed to you, you grinned and hugged him.

"Thank you Vinny" You said pressing a kiss to the cheek of his mask then turning to look at Bo with a smug grin painting your face.

"It's now 3 against one Bo and the ball is in your court" You said smugly. He groaned and rolled his eyes.

"I'm the only adult in Ambrose, Ya'll 3 are children" He muttered "Fine, if you want to decorate have at it, but like you said I'm not going to be the only one taking it down when Christmas is over"

You walked over to Bo and planted yourself onto his lap for a moment to press your lips against his.

"Thank you baby" You said gratefully once you pulled apart. Bo tried to hide his grin as he wrapped his hands around your hips.

"Yeah, It's whatever"

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"We look like fuckin' idiots" Bo grumbled from his spot on the ladder.

"You said it yourself Bo, it's not like anyone can see you besides us" You snickered from your spot on the ground, making sure Bo and Lester hung the lights straight.

Vincent stood next to you with a light sweater on and one in his hands just incase you needed it, despite Louisiana's lack of cold weather in the winter.

"Sweet pea does it look good?" Lester called from his ladder opposite of Bo's as they held the lights up to the roof of the house.

"Yeah it looks perfect Les" You called back, the two men nodded and started hammering the lights into the house.

"Vinny did you start making those candles I asked you for?" You asked him, He nodded.

"Yeah their almost done, just need to put the etchings in them like you wanted" He signed.

"Perfect Vinny, and we've found the old Christmas tree up in the attic right?" Vincent nodded.

"Yeah all the indoor decorations are still up there, mixed with mine and Bo's junk" He signed once more.

"Dammit Les can't you hold the lights straight!" Bo yelled sucking on his thumb from where he hit himself with the hammer.

"Sorry Bo! I didn't mean it!" Lester exclaimed biting back a laugh at his older brother's misery.

You smiled at their antics before motioning for Vincent to follow you inside to work on the Christmas tree. The boys had taken the liberty of moving the tree and a majority of the decorations into the living room for you to pick through.

Vincent helped with the heavy lifting of setting the tree itself up, while you went through all the ornaments. You smiled to yourself finding the ornaments the boys had made when they were kids.

One particular ornament caught your eye, it was a photo of all three Sinclair brothers before they were separated into foster homes. Trudy must've put it together one year before the boys were taken you figured. You didn't know if the boys would like it being on the tree as their mother was still a sensitive subject.

"Oh Jesus Vince!" You exclaimed when he suddenly put a hand on your shoulder. You could see his eye make it's way to what you had in your hand.

"Oh- i was just-" Vincent placed a finger to your mouth, silencing you before taking the ornament from you. For a second it looked like he was about to put it back in the box before he walked it over to the tree and placed it right in the middle.

He turned around to you to get your approval, you nodded at him with a smile.

"That looks perfect Vinny" He puts and arm around you pressing the lips of the mask to your forehead for a moment as the two of you gaze at the decorated tree.

The peace was disturbed by the front door swinging open.

"Bo I said I was sorry! I don't know what else ya want me to say" Lester said as he made his way into the living room.

"I want you to-, well would ya look at that" Bo stopped when his eyes landed on the tree. More specifically the ornament with the photo.

Lester made his way to the side of you not occupied by Vincent, also giving you a kiss on the head as the 2 of you waited for the oldest Sinclair to give his verdict.

"Whaddya think Bo?" You asked softly with baited breath. Bo's eyes were still glued to the picture of him and his brothers attached to that "stupid" as he would put it, ornament his mom made when they were kids.

"I-I think that maybe...Maybe Christmas ain't that bad" He finally said, his eyes tearing away from the ornament and landing on you and his brothers.

You smiled and walked over to wrap your arms around him in front of the tree.

"So can we do this every year?" You asked with a grin.

"I didn't say all that, I still wanna make sure I'm not the son of a bitch that's gotta take all this shit down" He said putting back on his facade as quick as he lost it.

You grinned at him never the less before laughing, Vincent and Lester joining you in laughing at their grump of an older brother. Though you could've sworn you saw a grin cross Bo's face maybe that Christmas miracle would have to wait until another year.

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amethystarachnid · 3 days ago

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Thank you for writing my little Tony story 🤍

If it's not too much, can you write a second part for me please? Tony and reader finding out the baby's gender, Tony surprising her with a beautiful surprise proposal, maybe the other Anvegers can even help 🤍 the marriage and the baby's birth? 🤍🤍🤍 I lobe family man Tony too, it's so cute 🤍🤍🤍

Thank you!

ACCIDENTS HAPPEN - part II

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: normal request

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 6.4k

ᯓ★ Summary: it's almost time for the baby's arrival so Tony decides that it's the perfect time to propose, as he drops to one knee you're sure you've found your happy ending,

ᯓ★ TW(s): childbirth

ᯓ★ I love family man Tony so much, matter of fact, I love every character seen as a family man I don't know why lol.

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The baby shower is shaping up to be a bigger event than you ever expected, though you probably should’ve seen it coming. With the Avengers involved, nothing is ever subtle. Tony, of course, is no help in scaling things back. In fact, he’s leaning into the chaos, throwing out extravagant suggestions like hiring live performers or setting up a drone fireworks display. You shoot most of his ideas down, insisting that this is a baby shower, not a red-carpet event.

Still, the excitement is infectious. Natasha takes charge of the planning—she’s surprisingly good at it, efficient and precise, down to the last detail. She ropes Bruce into helping, and the two of them become the only ones who know the baby’s gender. The rest of the team, including you and Tony, are kept in the dark, much to Tony’s annoyance.

“I don’t see why I can’t bribe Banner,” Tony grumbles one afternoon as he paces the kitchen. “He’s a terrible liar, anyway. A few drinks, a little sweet-talking, and he’d spill.”

“Good luck with that,” you reply with a smirk, stirring a cup of tea. “Natasha would kill him if he said anything. And you know she could.”

“Fair point,” Tony concedes, though he still looks annoyed. “Still, I’m calling it now: it’s a girl. She’s going to be brilliant, gorgeous, and way too smart for her own good. Just like her mom.”

You raise an eyebrow, amused. “Oh, really? Because I’m thinking it’s a boy. Stubborn, full of energy, and probably way too much like you.”

“Not possible,” he says with mock seriousness. “There’s only room for one of me in this world.”

Clint chimes in later that evening when the team gathers in the common room, his feet propped up on the coffee table as he munches on a bag of chips. “I’m betting on a boy,” he says, pointing a chip in your direction. “Gotta have someone to teach archery to. Plus, Stark with a son? That’s comedy gold.”

Thor, who’s been helping decorate the living room with streamers and balloons (many of which are Asgardian-sized), disagrees. “A daughter would be most fitting,” he declares, his voice booming. “She will have the strength of her father and the grace of her mother. A true warrior!”

Steve, predictably, tries to stay neutral. “I think you’ll be happy no matter what,” he says diplomatically, though there’s a glint of amusement in his eyes as he looks at Tony. “That said, I wouldn’t mind seeing Stark try to handle a teenage girl someday.”

“God help us,” Natasha mutters with a smirk.

On the day of the baby shower, the compound is transformed. There are decorations everywhere—streamers in pastel pinks and blues, balloons shaped like baby bottles, and a banner reading Welcome, Baby Stark! stretched across the main wall. The table is laden with food, drinks, and an elaborate cake that looks too beautiful to eat. There’s even a pile of gifts in the corner, ranging from practical items like diapers and onesies to absurdly expensive gadgets Tony probably ordered himself.

Natasha and Bruce are the picture of calm, though you know they’ve been coordinating the big reveal for weeks. The two of them exchange knowing looks every time someone tries to guess the baby’s gender, clearly enjoying their role as gatekeepers of the secret.

The main event comes after everyone’s had their fill of food and games, including a hilariously chaotic round of diaper-changing races featuring Steve and Thor. Natasha steps forward, holding a small box wrapped in neutral-colored paper. She taps a spoon against her glass to get everyone’s attention.

“All right, everyone, it’s time,” she says, her tone firm but playful. “Y/N, Tony, come up here.”

You exchange a glance with Tony, who’s grinning like a kid at Christmas, and follow Natasha to the front of the room. Bruce joins her, carrying what looks like a smoke cannon with pastel-colored confetti inside.

“Are we sure Banner knows how to use that?” Tony whispers to you, earning a chuckle.

Natasha ignores him and gestures for Bruce to hand the cannon to Tony. “This is simple,” she says. “On the count of three, you twist it. The confetti will tell you the gender. Got it?”

“Got it,” Tony says, his grip tightening on the cannon. He looks at you, his grin softening into something tender. “Ready, sweetheart?”

“Ready,” you reply, your heart pounding.

The room buzzes with anticipation as Natasha begins the countdown. “Three… two… one!”

Tony twists the cannon, and an explosion of pink confetti fills the air, raining down in a sparkling shower. The room erupts into cheers, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at the cloud of pink with wide eyes.

“A girl,” you whisper, your voice breaking slightly as the reality sinks in. “We’re having a girl.”

Tony turns to you, his grin splitting his face as he pulls you into his arms. “I told you,” he says, laughing as he spins you around. “I knew it!”

You’re laughing now too, tears streaming down your cheeks as the team gathers around, offering congratulations and playful jabs. Thor claps Tony on the back hard enough to make him stumble, while Clint pretends to look disappointed but quickly admits, “She’s probably gonna be cooler than a boy anyway.”

Natasha smirks, crossing her arms. “Told you it was worth the wait.”

As the excitement settles and the confetti begins to drift to the floor, Tony kneels in front of you, his hands resting gently on your growing belly. He looks up at you, his expression soft and filled with a kind of awe that takes your breath away.

“Hey, baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice low enough that only you can hear. “It’s official now. You’ve got one hell of a team waiting for you out here. But you know what? Your mom and I? We’re the lucky ones.”

Your heart swells, and you reach down to run your fingers through his hair. In that moment, surrounded by your friends, your family, and the overwhelming love in Tony’s eyes, you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

The nursery preparation becomes a joint project, though you suspect Tony might be using it as an excuse to turn every design meeting into a spectacle. It starts with a simple conversation over breakfast about colors and furniture, but within hours, Tony’s drawing up blueprints for a room so high-tech it could double as a lab.

“Tony,” you say, leaning over his shoulder as he sketches a design for a mobile with holographic planets orbiting a glowing star. “This is a nursery, not the International Space Station.”

He turns to you with an exaggerated look of shock. “Why settle for ordinary when our baby can have the universe in her room? Imagine it—she’ll look up and be inspired every night.”

You can’t help but smile, even as you roll your eyes. “She’s not going to care about any of this for at least a few years. Let’s focus on a crib that doesn’t look like it’s from the future, okay?”

“Compromise,” he says with a smirk. “The crib will be traditional. The rest? Cutting-edge Stark tech.”

Choosing the color scheme turns into its own adventure. You veto pink almost immediately, wanting something more neutral and calming. “What about soft blues and grays?” you suggest one afternoon as you hold up a paint swatch.

Tony raises an eyebrow. “Blues and grays? What is she, a baby or a Zen monk? Let’s go bold—deep purples, maybe some gold accents.”

“She’s a baby,” you remind him with a laugh. “She needs soothing, not a nightclub.”

Eventually, you settle on a compromise: a soft starry theme with muted blues, silvers, and whites, accented by golden stars and constellations painted along the walls. Tony insists on installing a custom ceiling projector that will display a moving galaxy, complete with twinkling stars and nebulae, for bedtime. You draw the line at installing an AI assistant in the room—at least for now.

The naming debate, however, proves to be even more challenging.

It starts casually one evening as you both lounge on the couch, flipping through baby name books. “Okay,” you say, running your finger down a list. “How about something classic? Elizabeth? Grace?”

Tony shakes his head. “Too stuffy. She’s going to be a Stark; she needs something unique. How about Nova?”

You pause, considering it. “Nova’s not bad,” you admit. “But it feels… incomplete.”

Tony grins. “Well, it’s lightyears ahead of Grace.”

You toss a pillow at him, laughing. “Fine. What else have you got, Mr. Genius?”

He leans back, pretending to think deeply. “Aurora. You know, like the northern lights.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Beautiful, but maybe a bit too Disney princess?”

The conversation goes on like this for days. Tony throws out names like Vega, Lyra, and Andromeda, while you try to steer him toward something more grounded. Neither of you seems willing to budge, though secretly you both enjoy the banter.

It’s during one of these discussions, late at night, that the perfect name finally emerges.

You’re lying in bed, the lights dimmed, and Tony’s hand rests protectively over your belly as he rambles about constellations. “Sirius is too much,” he says, more to himself than to you. “But it’d be cool if we could tie it back to something celestial. Something meaningful.”

You hum in agreement, half-asleep, when a thought strikes you. “Stella,” you say softly, testing the name on your tongue.

Tony freezes, then sits up slightly to look at you. “Stella,” he repeats, his voice thoughtful. “Latin for ‘star.’ Simple, beautiful, and meaningful. I love it.”

You smile, your heart warming at his reaction. “You really like it?”

“I don’t just like it,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “It’s perfect. Stella Stark. Our little star.”

The next morning, you tell the rest of the team about the name, and everyone agrees it’s fitting. Thor, especially, is thrilled. “A name worthy of the cosmos!” he declares, raising his coffee mug like a goblet.

Even Clint, who usually teases Tony at every opportunity, nods in approval. “Stella’s solid,” he says. “Classy, but not pretentious. Good pick.”

As the nursery nears completion and Stella’s name starts appearing on everything—from personalized blankets to a tiny plaque above the crib—you find yourself growing more excited with each passing day. The walls are painted, the furniture is assembled, and Tony’s holographic mobile is, admittedly, a work of art.

One evening, as you both stand in the finished nursery, Tony wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. “You know,” he murmurs, looking around at the room, “we might’ve gone a little overboard.”

“A little,” you agree, though you can’t help but smile.

“But she’s worth it,” he adds, his voice soft as he rests his forehead against yours.

“She is,” you whisper, your heart full.

As the galaxy projector casts a soft glow of stars across the ceiling, you know that Stella is already surrounded by more love and wonder than you ever could’ve imagined.

The shift in behavior starts subtly. At first, you think you’re imagining it—the way Natasha ends phone calls the moment you enter the room or how Clint suddenly has a reason to leave anytime you try to ask what he and Tony were whispering about. Even Steve, who’s usually a beacon of honesty, seems unusually tight-lipped when you catch him and Bruce exchanging cryptic looks during a mission debrief.

Tony, of course, is no better. If anything, he’s the most suspicious of them all. Normally, he shares every detail of his day with you, but lately, he’s been “working late” more often than usual. When you ask what he’s working on, his answers are evasive, laced with a nonchalance that you don’t buy for a second.

“Just tweaking some tech,” he says one evening, typing furiously on a holographic keyboard that he closes the moment you approach. “You know, the usual.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “The usual doesn’t usually involve secretive meetings with the entire team or you hiding your screens from me.”

Tony looks up, flashing you one of his patented grins. “Paranoid much, sweetheart? Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones.”

You roll your eyes, but you let it slide—for now.

The day of the proposal dawns like any other. You wake up to the sound of Tony humming softly beside you, his hand resting protectively over your belly, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of him. At seven months pregnant, your body feels heavier and more tired than usual, but Tony’s been nothing if not attentive—sometimes to the point of hovering. Still, there’s something in his gaze this morning, a kind of nervous energy that makes you suspicious.

“What’s with the grin?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as he leans in to kiss your forehead.

“No grin,” he says, though the corners of his mouth betray him. “Just appreciating how stunning you look, as always.”

“Mmhmm,” you murmur, giving him a skeptical look. “If you’re planning something, Stark, I’ll figure it out.”

He smirks, leaning down to kiss your belly. “No secrets here, baby girl. Daddy’s just got work to do today.”

That afternoon, Natasha convinces you to go out for some “girl time,” which in itself feels suspicious. Nat rarely suggests spa days or shopping trips, but she waves off your questions with a smirk.

“Can’t a friend treat her very pregnant bestie to some pampering?” she says, steering you toward the door. “Besides, it’s not like you have anything better to do while Tony tinkers in the lab.”

By the time you return to the compound, you’re relaxed but even more curious. The hallways are quiet—too quiet—and the usual buzz of activity is strangely absent. As Natasha leads you toward the common area, your suspicions grow.

“What’s going on?” you ask, stopping in your tracks. “Why do I feel like I’m walking into an ambush?”

Natasha just smirks, tugging you forward. “You’ll see.”

The doors to the common area slide open, and your breath catches. The room is transformed. Soft, glowing lights hang from the ceiling like stars, casting a warm, ethereal glow. A pathway lined with rose petals leads to the center of the room, where Tony stands in a perfectly tailored suit, looking more nervous than you’ve ever seen him. Behind him, the rest of the Avengers stand in a loose semicircle, all wearing knowing smiles.

“Tony,” you whisper, your heart pounding as Natasha gives you a gentle nudge forward.

He takes a step toward you, his usual confidence tempered by the kind of vulnerability he rarely shows. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, it’s like the rest of the world fades away.

“Y/N,” he begins, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “You’ve already given me so much. You’ve made me happier than I ever thought I could be, and in just a couple of months, you’re going to give me the greatest gift of all—our daughter.”

You feel tears welling up as he continues, his hand reaching out to take yours. “But before she gets here, I want to give you something, too. I want to give you my heart, my name, my everything. I want us to be a family, officially, because… well, because I love you more than words can ever say.”

He drops to one knee, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket and opening it to reveal a dazzling engagement ring. The diamond sparkles like a star, and you can’t help but gasp.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice soft but firm, “will you marry me?”

For a moment, you’re too overwhelmed to speak. Tears spill down your cheeks as you nod, a laugh bubbling up through your emotions. “Yes,” you finally manage, your voice breaking. “Yes, Tony, of course!”

Tony’s grin is so wide it looks like it might split his face. He slides the ring onto your finger, his hands trembling slightly, and then he’s standing, pulling you into his arms. He holds you close, burying his face in your hair as you cling to him.

“You’re crying,” you murmur against his shoulder, your voice teasing despite your own tears.

“I am not,” he protests, though his voice wavers. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes glistening. “Okay, maybe a little. But don’t tell anyone, all right? I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

You laugh, wiping at your own tears as he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. Behind you, the Avengers erupt into cheers and applause, Clint letting out a loud wolf whistle while Thor raises his hammer in triumph.

“About time!” Clint calls out, grinning from ear to ear.

Natasha smirks, her arms crossed. “Told you she’d say yes.”

Later that evening, as you sit together in the nursery, the engagement ring glittering on your finger and Tony’s hand resting over your belly, you can’t help but marvel at how far you’ve come. He looks at you like you’re his entire world, and for the first time in a long time, you feel like nothing could ever go wrong.

“You’re happy,” you say softly, studying his face.

Tony looks at you, his expression filled with a love so deep it takes your breath away. “I’m more than happy,” he says, his voice low and earnest. “You and Stella… you’re everything I never knew I needed.”

You lean into him, your head resting on his shoulder as the baby kicks gently against his hand. “We love you too,” you whisper, and in that moment, the universe feels just right.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The day starts out completely normal—or at least as normal as life gets when you’re living with Tony Stark and the Avengers. You’re lounging on the couch, rubbing your enormous belly, when you feel the first contraction. It’s mild, more like a cramp than anything else, but enough to make you pause mid-sentence while you’re trying to convince Tony that the name Stella is not negotiable for her middle name.

“Everything okay?” Tony asks, looking up from where he’s fiddling with one of his many gadgets.

You nod, brushing it off. “Yeah, just… I think she’s practicing her escape plan.”

Tony chuckles. “Smart kid. Of course, she’s my daughter. She’s already planning ahead.”

You roll your eyes but let the moment pass. That is until another contraction hits—not unbearable, but definitely noticeable. You wince, shifting in your seat.

Tony’s eyes narrow. “Okay, that wasn’t just a practice run. What’s going on?”

You try to play it cool. “I think it might be starting, but it’s fine. First labors take a while. No need to—”

But before you can finish, Tony is up and moving like the house is on fire. “FRIDAY! Get the car! Clear a path! Call Banner! Wait, no, call Bruce AND the hospital! Get Nat to pack a bag—do we have a bag? Where’s the bag?”

You laugh despite yourself, waving a hand to calm him down. “Tony, relax. I’m not even sure it’s—”

Tony is already pacing, pulling his phone out to make calls. “Relax? RELAX? You’re about to bring an entire human into the world, and you want me to relax? You know who doesn’t relax? Tony Stark. I plan. I execute.” He points to your belly. “That tiny genius in there is counting on me!”

Another contraction interrupts your attempt to reassure him, this one stronger than before. You grip the edge of the couch, exhaling sharply. Tony’s eyes go wide, and his face pales.

“That’s it,” he declares. “We’re going now. FRIDAY, where’s the car?”

By the time you get to the hospital, Tony’s nerves are a full-blown circus. He’s barking orders at the nurses, double-checking every piece of equipment they wheel past, and generally acting like a man whose entire world is on the brink of chaos.

“Are those sterilized?” he asks one poor nurse, gesturing to a tray of instruments. “Because I know a guy who can check for microscopic contaminants.”

“Tony,” you groan from the wheelchair they’ve put you in. “Let the professionals do their job.”

“Right,” he says, nodding quickly. “Right. Sorry. Carry on.”

Once you’re settled in the delivery room, the contractions intensify, and so does Tony’s panic. He’s pacing again, alternating between squeezing your hand and apologizing for squeezing your hand too hard.

“Why is this taking so long?” he mutters, glancing at the clock. “Is there a way to, I don’t know, speed this up? I mean, we’ve got science, right? Lasers? Something?”

Your labor nurse gives him a patient smile. “Babies come on their own time, Mr. Stark.”

Tony points at her, dead serious. “I’ll have you know I’ve streamlined multi-billion-dollar manufacturing processes. I could totally streamline—”

“Tony!” you snap, gripping his hand through another contraction. “If you don’t stop talking about lasers and streamlining, I’m going to throw you out of this room.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says quickly, wincing as your grip tightens. “You’re doing great, by the way. Absolutely phenomenal. Ten out of ten.”

As the hours pass, Tony alternates between being overly helpful and hilariously unhelpful. At one point, he tries to "coach" you through the contractions, repeating advice he clearly Googled five minutes earlier.

“Breathe, babe,” he says, crouching next to you. “In through the nose, out through the—OW!” He yelps as you squeeze his hand, your patience wearing thin.

“I am breathing!” you growl. “You breathe!”

“Right, got it,” he says, shaking out his hand. “I’ll breathe quieter.”

By the time you’re ready to push, Tony looks like he’s aged ten years. His hair is a mess, his suit jacket is nowhere to be seen, and he’s nervously chewing on his bottom lip as if he’s the one doing all the hard work.

“Okay,” the doctor says. “It’s time to meet your baby. Dad, are you ready?”

Tony blinks, his face going pale again. “Wait, me? What am I supposed to do?”

“Just stay next to me and try not to pass out,” you deadpan, glaring at him through gritted teeth.

The actual delivery feels like a blur, but Tony’s reactions are crystal clear. As soon as Stella’s first cry fills the room, he freezes, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and disbelief. The doctor places her on your chest, and you look down at the tiny, wriggling bundle of perfection. Tears stream down your face as you cradle her, overwhelmed with love.

Tony leans over, his hands hovering awkwardly as if he’s afraid to touch her. “She’s… she’s perfect,” he whispers, his voice cracking.

You glance up at him, smiling through your tears. “She is.”

He swallows hard, blinking rapidly as if trying to fight back tears of his own. “I’m not crying,” he mutters, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s just… dusty in here.”

“Sure, Tony,” you say, laughing softly. “Whatever you say.”

He finally reaches out, gently running a finger along Stella’s tiny hand. When she grips his finger, his face lights up like you’ve never seen before.

“Hi, baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice trembling. “It’s me. Your dad. I’m the guy who’s going to spoil you rotten and probably embarrass you in front of all your friends someday.”

You laugh again, your heart so full it feels like it might burst. As Tony leans down to kiss your forehead, then Stella’s, you know this moment—this messy, chaotic, perfect moment—is one you’ll never forget.

The ride home is surprisingly smooth, considering Tony’s usual flair for drama. He insists on driving, despite your gentle protests, and the way he handles the car like it’s made of glass is almost endearing. Stella, snug in her carrier, sleeps through the whole thing, her tiny face scrunched in a way that makes your heart ache with love.

“Are you sure she’s breathing?” Tony asks for the third time, glancing back at her in the rearview mirror.

“Yes, Tony,” you reply, trying not to laugh. “Babies sleep. It’s kind of their thing.”

He huffs, clearly unsatisfied. “Well, it’s nerve-wracking. I’m used to things that come with a manual, not ones that just… exist and rely on me not to screw up.”

“She’ll be fine,” you reassure him, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “We’ll figure it out together.”

The Avengers are waiting when you arrive at the compound, their faces pressed against the windows like eager kids waiting for Santa. Even Clint, who normally pretends to be too cool for this sort of thing, looks uncharacteristically excited.

The moment you step inside, carrying Stella in her carrier, they descend like a swarm.

“Oh my God, she’s so tiny!” Natasha coos, her usual stoicism replaced with pure, unfiltered awe. “Look at her little hands.”

Steve grins, leaning down to get a better look. “She’s beautiful,” he says warmly, his voice tinged with a kind of reverence.

“She’s definitely got your nose, Y/N,” Bruce chimes in, smiling shyly. “Lucky kid.”

Even Clint, who’d joked for months about how he wasn’t going to fawn over “just another Stark,” can’t help but soften. “She’s pretty cute,” he admits, though his grin betrays his attempt at nonchalance.

“Cute?” Tony cuts in, feigning offense. “Try perfect. Absolute masterpiece. My finest work.”

You roll your eyes, laughing. “She’s not one of your inventions, Tony.”

“No,” he agrees, his gaze softening as he looks at Stella. “She’s better.”

Thor, meanwhile, looms in the background, looking uncharacteristically nervous. You catch him shifting his weight from foot to foot, his brows furrowed as he watches the others coo and fuss over Stella.

“Thor,” you call gently, motioning him over. “Do you want to meet her?”

He hesitates, his usual bravado replaced with uncertainty. “I am unsure,” he admits, his voice low. “She is so small. What if I… break her?”

Tony snorts. “Relax, Point Break. She’s sturdier than she looks.”

Thor’s eyes widen. “Are you certain? For I have been told I am… exuberant in my movements.”

You can’t help but smile. “You’ll be fine. Just be gentle.”

Carefully, you unbuckle Stella from her carrier and place her in Thor’s massive hands. He cradles her like she’s made of glass, his expression a mix of awe and terror.

“She is… radiant,” he says after a moment, his voice soft. “A tiny warrior in the making.”

Stella squirms, letting out a small gurgle, and Thor immediately panics. “What is this sound? Is she displeased? Have I offended her?”

You laugh, taking her back before his nerves get the better of him. “She’s just waking up. You did great, Thor.”

He exhales in relief, looking visibly proud despite his earlier fear. “Then I shall strive to earn her favor, as a worthy uncle should.”

As the evening wears on, the Avengers take turns holding Stella, each of them surprisingly adept in their own way. Natasha rocks her gently, whispering something soft and sweet in Russian. Steve looks completely at ease, cradling her with a quiet confidence that makes you wonder if he’s done this before. Bruce hums softly, his gentle demeanor soothing Stella when she stirs.

Clint, ever the showman, gets her to grab his finger and immediately declares, “She likes me best. Sorry, everyone else.”

Even Thor eventually works up the courage to hold her again, this time with less fear and more awe.

Tony, meanwhile, hovers nearby, alternating between beaming with pride and trying to direct everyone on the proper way to hold her.

“Support her head,” he says for the fifth time, gesturing like he’s leading a workshop. “And don’t jostle her too much. She’s had a big day.”

“Tony,” you say, placing a hand on his arm to calm him. “She’s fine. Look at her—she’s surrounded by love.”

He glances around the room, taking in the sight of his teammates—his family—cooing and fussing over Stella. His shoulders relax, and a small, genuine smile tugs at his lips.

“Yeah,” he says softly, slipping an arm around your waist. “She’s going to be okay.”

You lean into him, watching as Stella lets out a tiny yawn, completely unfazed by the chaos around her. In this moment, surrounded by your unconventional but loving family, you know she’s going to grow up in the best possible way.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The day is perfect—blue skies, warm sunlight, and the hum of excitement in the air as friends and family gather in the garden of the Stark estate for the wedding. You stand in the bridal suite, adjusting the lace sleeves of your gown, the soft fabric hugging your body comfortably enough to accommodate the postpartum changes you’re still embracing. In your arms, Stella squirms, her tiny hands tugging at the delicate veil trailing over your shoulder.

“Mommy’s trying to look fancy,” you murmur, kissing her chubby cheek. “Try not to drool too much on the dress, okay?”

Natasha appears in the doorway, dressed elegantly in a flowing gown but still managing to radiate her usual aura of cool confidence. “Ready to knock Tony off his feet?” she asks with a smirk.

You laugh nervously. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Natasha leans in to take a peek at Stella, who’s now gnawing on her fingers. “And what about you, little one? Ready to steal the show?”

“She’s been ready since birth,” you say, smiling fondly. “I just hope she doesn’t start screaming halfway down the aisle.”

The music starts—soft, romantic, and unmistakably orchestrated to perfection because, of course, Tony insisted on hiring the best string quartet money could buy. You step out into the aisle, holding Stella securely against your chest.

All eyes are on you, but your gaze locks instantly with Tony’s. He’s standing at the altar in a sharp tuxedo, his hair immaculately styled, but it’s his expression that floors you. His eyes are shining, his lips trembling slightly as he takes you in—his fiancée, his daughter in your arms, walking toward him like a vision straight out of his dreams.

When you’re halfway down the aisle, you catch him discreetly wiping at his eyes, though his attempt to play it cool is utterly transparent. You can’t help but smile.

“Crying already?” you tease softly as you reach the altar.

Tony’s voice cracks as he replies, “It’s allergies. Don’t get used to it.”

The officiant clears his throat, gesturing for everyone to sit. You pass Stella to Natasha, who holds her with practiced ease, but not before Tony sneaks a kiss to his daughter’s forehead. “Don’t cause too much trouble for Aunt Nat, okay?” he whispers.

The ceremony is beautiful, filled with laughter, a few tears, and vows that manage to be both heartfelt and hilariously Tony.

“I promise to always make you laugh,” he says, his voice soft but steady. “To build you anything you need—even if it’s just a better coffee maker. And I promise that no matter how big our family gets or how crazy life becomes, you’ll always be the center of my world.”

You smile, your heart full as you reply, “And I promise to keep you grounded—even when you’re flying. To stand by you, even when you’re being insufferable. And to love you, completely, for the genius, ridiculous, wonderful man that you are.”

The guests cheer when you kiss, and you can hear Clint shouting something about “finally making an honest man out of Stark,” but you’re too caught up in the moment to care. Tony’s hands are on your waist, his forehead pressed to yours as he whispers, “You’re stuck with me now, Mrs. Stark.”

The reception is lively, filled with laughter and champagne toasts, but the true star of the evening is Stella. At six months old, she’s the smallest guest but easily the most adored. She’s passed from one Avenger to the next, each of them taking turns cooing and playing with her. Steve lets her grab at his finger, grinning like a proud uncle. Bruce gently bounces her on his knee, her giggles drawing smiles from everyone around. Even Thor takes a turn, holding her aloft and declaring her “the mightiest of babes” before you quickly retrieve her, worried he might throw her like Mjolnir.

Despite the joy of the day, you and Tony find yourselves constantly glancing toward wherever Stella is. When you see her reaching for a cupcake, her tiny hand almost toppling the entire dessert tower, you excuse yourself mid-conversation to intercept.

“She’s got your appetite,” you say, placing Stella in her high chair and handing her a safer option—a teething biscuit.

“And your stubbornness,” Tony adds, crouching next to you to adjust her little headband. He kisses her forehead before looking up at you, his expression soft. “We did pretty good, didn’t we?”

You smile, leaning down to kiss him. “We did amazing.”

As the night winds down, you dance with Tony under the fairy lights, Stella dozing peacefully in Natasha’s arms nearby.

“Today was perfect,” you whisper, resting your head on his shoulder.

Tony pulls you closer, his hand warm on your back. “Because of you,” he murmurs. “You and Stella—you’re my whole world.”

You tilt your head up to meet his gaze, your heart swelling with love. “And you’re ours.”

The music swells, and for a moment, it’s just the three of you in your own little world, the rest of the party fading into the background.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Four years later

Four years later, the Stark household is as lively as ever. Stella, now a spirited and endlessly curious four-year-old, is the undeniable star of the compound. She’s sharp like her dad, determined like her mom, and, to everyone’s ongoing astonishment, utterly enamored with Thor.

“Where is Uncle Thor?” Stella demands one morning, her tiny hands on her hips in a perfect mimicry of your stance when you're irritated. “He promised we’d go find worms for the garden!”

You chuckle as you rest a hand on your growing belly. “Honey, Uncle Thor’s busy with work. He can’t always come running every time you call.”

“Why not?” she counters, pouting. “He’s the Mighty Thor. He’s not too busy for me.”

You shake your head, smiling. “You’ve got your daddy’s charm, you know that?”

Tony walks in just in time to hear the exchange, a cup of coffee in one hand and a slightly sour expression on his face. “I don’t know what he’s done to brainwash her, but I don’t like it,” he grumbles, leaning down to kiss your cheek before ruffling Stella’s hair.

“Uncle Thor is the best!” Stella declares, throwing her arms up dramatically. “He’s teaching me how to lift Mjolnir!”

“Is he now?” Tony says, narrowing his eyes. “I thought I told him no godly powers until after kindergarten.”

Later that afternoon, Thor arrives as promised, and Stella runs to greet him, her excitement so infectious even Tony can’t entirely suppress a grin. Thor sweeps her up, spinning her around like she weighs nothing.

“Ah, my favorite little warrior!” Thor booms. “Are you ready to brave the wilderness?”

“Yes!” Stella squeals, clutching onto him tightly. “Let’s go, Uncle Thor!”

“Wilderness?” Tony interjects, crossing his arms. “You mean my backyard?”

Thor just grins. “Every great adventure starts somewhere, Stark.”

As they head outside, you and Tony watch from the window, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders.

“I can’t believe she picked him as her favorite,” Tony says with mock despair. “What does he have that I don’t?”

“A magic hammer?” you suggest, smirking.

Tony gasps in mock offense. “Unbelievable. After all I’ve done for her.”

“Don’t worry,” you tease, patting your belly. “Maybe this little guy will be Team Dad.”

Tony’s face softens immediately, his free hand coming to rest gently on your growing bump. “He better be,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss it. “Otherwise, I’ll have to build another suit—Baby Iron Man Edition.”

Stella eventually drags Thor back inside, both of them covered in dirt but grinning like co-conspirators. Thor greets your belly with a reverent nod, placing a hand on it like he’s bestowing a blessing. “He stirs with strength already,” he declares. “A future warrior.”

Tony rolls his eyes. “He’s not even born yet, Point Break. Let’s not start handing out titles.”

Stella crawls onto the couch next to you, her small hands carefully pressing against your belly. “Mommy, when will the baby come out?”

“In a few months, sweetie,” you say, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “He needs to grow a little more before he’s ready.”

“Will he be bigger than me?”

“Not at first,” Tony interjects, scooping her up onto his lap. “But don’t worry, Stella. You’ll always be the boss. It’s your job to teach him everything you know.”

Stella beams at that, puffing out her chest. “I’m going to be the best big sister ever.”

Tony chuckles, kissing her on the forehead. “I have no doubt.”

The rest of the day is filled with the usual chaos—Stella insisting she help with dinner (which mostly means spilling flour everywhere), Thor recounting dramatic tales of Asgardian battles to an enraptured audience, and Tony tinkering in his lab while occasionally glancing over to check on you.

Later that night, as you’re tucking Stella into bed, she clings to your arm, her wide eyes full of curiosity.

“Mommy?” she asks softly. “Do you think the baby will like Uncle Thor too?”

You laugh, stroking her hair. “Probably. But I think he’s going to like you the most.”

Her face lights up, and she snuggles deeper into her blankets. “Good. I’ll share Uncle Thor with him, but only a little.”

After kissing her goodnight, you return to the living room, where Tony is waiting on the couch, a glass of sparkling water in hand for you.

“Is she down?” he asks, pulling you gently into his side as you sink onto the cushions.

“Out like a light,” you reply, taking the glass. “She was asking if the baby will like Thor.”

Tony groans, tipping his head back dramatically. “That man is a menace.”

You laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. “You know you love how happy he makes her.”

Tony’s arm tightens around you, his voice softening. “Yeah, I do. But you know what makes me happiest?”

“What?”

“This,” he says, resting his hand on your bump again. “All of us. Together.”

You smile, your heart full as you lean into him. “Me too.”

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tothosewhoyearnforit · 2 years ago

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serving double - minnie and miyeon

-I saw this on my way back home from my jog and I knew I had to write it so here we are ! I think I’m gonna make this a universe where all the women you interact w are rich so... stay tuned! And also cuz I had a bunch of other ideas but I didn’t know how to link them but now that this is here, I can finally write more smuts.

-threesome, anal, breeding, facial

-word count: 1831

-male reader x miyeon and minnie

“Yah! Keep up! You’re far too slow.”

I’m trying, you say to yourself. If only either one of the two women turned back to see that you were struggling with the numerous shopping bags filled with branded luxury goods; Gucci, Louis Vuitton, some brands you never even knew existed but were sure cost more money than you could fork out with a month’s worth of your salary.

But you really weren’t one to complain.

After all…

Both Minnie and Miyeon were paying off your services in more than just cash.

As soon as you drop the mountain of shopping bags back in the hotel room, the two of them are all over you, pinning you down into the large king sized bed. They’re like vultures. Ripping away at your clothes to reveal your vulnerable peachy skin, before their mouths are on your skin, leaving bite marks and faint stains of their expensive lipstick on your abs, your neck, your nipples, your ears. Everywhere.

Minnie gets up to take off her clothes and tosses them in some corner of the hotel room while Miyeon’s lips meet with yours, her tongue finding contact with yours as you start peeling off her clothing. Soon, all three of you are stark naked on the bed, Miyeon on your left and Minnie on your right. A passionate makeout session ensues, as you wrap your arms around the two drop dead gorgeous ladies, feeling your way around the geometrically perfect curves and welcoming their tongues into your mouth.

“Time for the appetizer, baby boy.” Minnie says in her expensive, lustrous voice, as they both move their heads down to your raging boner but shifting their butts to face you, creating the eighth Natural Wonder of the World. Their plump buttcheeks, both reasonably voluptuous, just warrant a smack from both your hands.

Smack!

As if on signal, the two women start working on your cock, with Minnie giving gentle kisses starting from the head and Miyeon doing the same from the base of your cock. Their gentle breath blowing against your balls as they work their magic on your cock causes it to twitch. Their heads then both hover above your phallus as they engage in another kiss, this time letting their saliva drip off their chins messily and onto your cock. Minnie then uses her slender fingers decorated in bone white nail polish to rub in the saliva concoction. Once lubricated enough, she takes your length in your mouth, slowly working her way to half your length. She pauses there to compose herself, before going all the way down, her lips coming into contact with your pelvis as your cock hits the back of her throat. A moan escapes from your mouth. Miyeon on the other hand, is working on giving your balls a nice oral massage, coating each ball sack in her spit.

After a while, the two girls rotate their bodies, both their eyes now gazing intently into yours with a certain hunger. Miyeon and Minnie then switch roles. This time, Miyeon gets into a doggy style position facing you. Minnie sees this as an invitation to get behind her and work her mouth magic on Miyeon, causing her to moan. The sight before you is truly one to behold. Miyeon’s innocent doe eyes look at you warmly while Minnie’s head is buried within her butt. The vibrations of her vocal chords from her moans send a tingling sensation throughout your nerves as you throw your head back in pleasure. This continues as she bobs her head up and down, precum and spit starting to coat her mouth. Soon, you feel your cock start to twitch and you tap out. Miyeon releases your cock from her heavenly mouth.

“Kneel.”

Diligently, the two girls get down onto their knees on the floor as you stand up. You bunch both their hair into makeshift ponytails and take turns facefucking the two of them. Three thrusts into Miyeon. Pull out. Three thrusts into Minnie. Pull out. You don’t care if they gag, you’re too drunk in fulfilling your own carnal desires, but they probably don’t care either. It doesn’t take long before your cock sends another signal of its climax. Pulling out of Minnie’s, or was it Miyeon’s? Doesn’t matter. You pull out from either of their mouths and they both place their faces together while you stroke your spit covered cock, pointing at their faces. After a few strokes, streams of your cum erupt out of your cock. Minnie’s mole under her right eye is covered and gradually her picture perfect face is. You direct it to Miyeon’s innocent doe face and let out the rest of your fluid, painting it in your unholy white paint. The two then lick the remnants of your markings off of each other's faces. It’s like a performance, a really sensual one at that.

“Our turns next.” Miyeon says, her voice intoxicated with lust.

You climb onto the bed and the two vixen follow suit, crawling at you like panthers. Minnie positions herself in the cowgirl position on your cock and lowers yourself onto your cock. Her doing that is the last thing you see before Miyeon sits on your face facing her female counterpart, your mouth now right below her pussy while your eyes only able to see her gaping asshole right in front of you, its lewd scent clouding out the smell of the hotel room that you three were in. Instinctively knowing what to do, you stick your tongue into the caverns of her nether region, while taking in the sight and smell of her glorious asshole.

“Ahhh…Shit, your warm breath… blowing against my exposed asshole is turning me on even more!”

Bringing both your hands up, you spread her buttcheeks apart, allowing your tongue to go further into her cunt and also allowing more of her lewd ass scent to escape into your smell receptors.

“Shit! Just like that.”, Miyeon cries out, while the sound of Minnie’s butt slapping against your skin can now be heard.

“Your cock is fucking huge. I don’t want any other cock but yours boytoy.”

Wanting to overstimulate Miyeon, you start eating her out even faster, your tongue exploring deeper into her caverns. In response, she moans and clamps your head with her thick thighs and sits all the way down, blocking out all access to air that your lungs have. But you really don’t mind it. It was a fucking glorious way to go out, your head in between the beautiful honey thighs of a princess that clearly worked hard to maintain their skin complexion while a Thai princess is riding you out, your dick getting constricted by the folds of her cunt. Just as your head starts to go queasy because of the lack of oxygen, Miyeon’s hips buckle as she screams out and cums, her squirt coating your mouth.

“Fuckk that was insane…”

She collapses onto the side, both you and her panting furiously.

Now, you can focus on Minnie for a while. One powerful thrust upward into her is all it takes for her to lose her stability as she screams out and collapses into the crook of your neck, her dark blue-black locks of hair draping over your face.

She’s all mine, you think to yourself.

Your mind is overridden by lust as you wrap your arms around her back and hug onto her body tightly, thrusting your length into her furiously.

Placing your mouth at her ear, you growl into it, “You’re my fucking cocksleeve you slut.”

“AHHH…FUCK….I’m your fucking…cocksleeve”, she repeats.

All mine. And I’m going to leave my mark inside her to prove it.

“Fuck…Fuckk…FUCKK….” she screams out one last time, before her pussy walls melt around your cock and a stream of squirt sprays all over your body below her. The sudden tightening of her pussy catches you off guard and your cum gets wrung out from your cock.

“Shit…Your cunt suddenly got so tight that I came so much Minnie.”

The beauty slumps over to the side, her mind a haze as she replies to you.

“Really?…ha…That’s good…I’m your…cocksleeve, just like you said…”

“I hope you still have cum for me baby boy.”, Miyeon is now up, her vigor restored as she licks her lips. She inches towards you and whispers into your ear, “I’m going to wring Every. Last. Drop. of cum you have within you.”

The string of words turns you on even more and your cock, despite going for two rounds, feels perfectly fine once more. You grab Miyeon’s delicate frame and toss her onto her belly, preparing to ravage her pussy with your shovel, before you get stopped by her.

“I want it in my ass now. You were playing with it so much before, so why not fuck my ass?”

You smile at her. This woman knows me so well.

Miyeon gets into a doggy style while you coat your dick in lube, then coat your middle finger. With the lubed up finger, you slide it as far as it goes into her puckered up asshole, earning a moan from her.

“Fuck! My asshole is going to get destroyed today.”

After testing how tight her asshole was, you slowly load your dick into it.

“It’s so damn tight, Miyeon.”

“FUCK! I know it is, baby boy. You’re taking my anal virginity.”

Can’t let the first time go to waste can I?

With one thrust, your entire length goes in. Miyeon loses stability in her hands as she collapses into the king sized bed, screaming out for the nth time today. It’s only now you recognise the beauty of her sweaty back. The essence of sex coating her smooth skin in a shiny layer.

Miyeon snaps you out of your momentary delusions, “Ya! Nobody told you to stop! Continue!”

Once more a slave to her every word, you resume thrusting into her again.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

You lean forward now, changing your angle for deeper penetration. You tuck her dark locks of hair behind her ear and say:

“I’m about to cum again, Miyeon!”

“Ahh.. Ah… Ah…Me too!” she replies in between thrusts.

With one final deep thrust of your hips, you send your cock as far down her asshole as you possibly can, rearranging her guts inside and planting your seed deep within Miyeon. Miyeon’s pussy explodes with her love juices as her body goes limp onto the bed, completely spent by your relentless use of her sacred virgin butthole, which is now gaping wide open, cum flowing out and staining the bedsheets.

Finally resuming your role as the “caretaker” of the two women, you tuck both their nude bodies into the bed, leaving a space in the middle between them for you to climb into. You just know that in the morning before you leave, you’re going to be greeted by their cock hungry faces once more.

#smut #gidle smut #miyeon smut #minnie smut #kpop smut #gg smut

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little-wicked10 · 9 days ago

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Soldier Boy and Butcher being Dads🩵

Summary: Little glimpse into the beginning of The Boys going domestic.

Warnings: fluffy fluff, cursing, Ben’s outdated way of thinking.

Notes: This blurb kinda came out of an idea of Ben reacting to Butcher’s daughter pushing his son. Butcher as a girl dad feels right😍, and Ben being an over involved boy dad feels right up his alley.

“Oi! Oi! Welcome, Welcome!” Butcher called out from the living room.

A delightful giggle of a little girl followed the Brit’s booming voice.

“Hey! Where should we set the beer?” She called out.

Ben held up two cases of 24-packs as he walked in behind his girl and son, setting them on the counter once they reached the kitchen. Butcher and his lady invited the Boys over for a BBQ. Something surprisingly domestic for the group, but that’s what happens when kids come into the picture. It would have been surprising that Butcher was the first to be expecting a child if the team hadn’t been witness to the child’s conception.

A few months later, Soldier Boy found out he was going to be a father. His happiness only grew when a few weeks later he found out they were having a boy. Like any real man, Ben couldn’t contain his excitement in the doctor’s office. Shadow boxing and acting like he just went 10 and 0 with Muhammad Ali. Ben couldn’t help but rub it in a little that he was having a boy and Butcher was expecting a girl. Ben was a proud father, and the team let him gloat.

“Go hang out with the boys, baby. I’m gonna catch up with Annie. I haven’t seen her in forever,” She pecked Ben’s lips before handing over their son.

Ben took his son in his arms and walked into the living room. Butcher, Frenchie, MM, and Hughie sat around the large living room. Butcher’s little girl, Amelia, was playing in the middle of the floor, controlling the atmosphere around her. The little toddler was playing at her dad’s feet, decorating his boots and bottom of his jeans with stickers and little toys as he drank a beer and chatted away. Upon inspection, Amelia was making her way around the room as Frenchie and Hughie already had some pretty bedazzled sneakers.

“There ‘e is! ‘ow’s father’ood treatin’ ya, guv?” Butcher asked.

“Good since I’m not being bossed around by a two year old in a princess dress,” Ben huffed as he sat on the couch.

Ben set his son, Connor, on the ground and gave him a couple little army guys to play with. It was obvious that Ben didn’t want his kid playing with Amelia’s toys, or any girl toys, because he’d be damned if his son ended up a pussy. While his better half has tried to tell him that’s not how it works, he still held on to that belief.

“Dada!” Amelia grinned widely.

Butcher leaned forward and looked down at his boots, “Well, looky ‘ere! That’s beautiful, princess! Even got me favorite color an’ everythin’. Why don’t ya see if Uncle MM wants some stickas. Ay?”

He gave her a big bear growl and hug as he kissed her chubby little cheek and squeezed her. Amelia squealed and giggled as she held onto the man’s face, his facial hair tickling wherever he kissed. Once she was free, she gathered up her many sticker books and little backpack full of toys and scooted over to MM.

“Make sure to use a lot of purple. Unc M loves purple,” MM leant over to look at the many options the toddler laid out.

“Why do ya let her do that? All that glitter seems like a pain in the ass,” Ben arched a brow.

“Ass,” Amelia repeated.

They all tried to stifle a laugh at her little voice saying a cuss word.

“No cussin’, mate. Melia’s been repeatin’ everythin’ and me Missus don’ find it as funny as I do,” Butcher explained.

Connor toddled his way over to Amelia on the rug. She was flipping through butterfly stickers when the little boy sat next to her, tracing a finger over a super glittery one that caught his eye. “What’s Connor saying these days?” Hughie asked.

“Dada is his favorite right now,” Ben’s chest swelled with pride.

“Bet that drives ya lady up the wall,” Butcher chuckled as he watched his daughter.

Ben glanced down to see his little boy looking at Amelia’s toy bag, “Connor, buddy, play with your own toys.

Before the supe could chastise his son any more, a beer appeared in front of his face with a soft hand on his shoulder. He looked up at his lady with a smile and a sweet peck as he took the cold drink. Her eyes flicked over her little boy to make sure they were fine before giving her man a warning glance, “He’s fine, babe. He can play with her stuff. I’m sure Amelia won’t mind. You should let them spruce up your crocs.”

She ran her fingers through Ben’s hair before heading back into the kitchen. Ben scoffed as he sipped his beer and continued talking to the group. “How do you have the audacity to talk any kind of smack when you’re wearin’ crocs, man?” MM asked.

“I’m hanging out with you assholes not the Queen of fuckin’ England. Don’t need to break out the top and tails,” Ben rolled his eyes.

“Fuckin’,” Amelia repeated in a loud accent that sounded just like Butcher.

Butcher couldn’t keep in the loud bark of laughter.

Amelia’s eyes lit up with glee when she made her father laugh, “Fuckin’!”

Her face was even happier as the living room burst into laughter.

“William Butcher!”

“Fuckin’!” Amelia yelled.

Butcher winced at his full name but still wiped the tears away from his eyes, “Amelia! Baby, don’…don’ say that!”

When the toddler yelled it again, they all lost their minds and fell over on the couch. Butcher called for his daughter who happily went over to her laughing dad. Through his fit, he tried to tell her not to say that, it was a bad, all that stuff, but the look in her eyes said she didn’t care. It was locked in her mind that, that word made her daddy laugh.

“She’s just like you! Why did I have children with you?!?” The cussing toddler’s mom screeched.

“Can’ answer that in front of the kiddies, love,” he snickered.

An annoyed groan came from the women in the kitchen. Amelia had run back to her toys, helping Connor rummage through her little bag for something else to do. Ben would have said something, but he stopped himself when Connor picked up some of his army guys scattered around to start placing on MM’s shoes. He couldn’t help the little bit of relief he felt. After all the shit he’s seen of this new world, the last thing he wanted was for Connor to grow up to be some long haired pussy.

A while later, the ladies joined their men in the living room, watching tv, chatting, and letting the kids play. Terror had made himself at home on the floor and was now getting all the attention the bulldog craved. Connor lined up his toys along the outside of the dog’s body while Amelia was still going sticker crazy. Terror was content to be an active participant in their play time, checking every sticker Amelia picked out for him with a sniff and staying stock-still as to not knock over any of Connor’s toy wall.

“That’s one good dog,” Annie admired.

“Ain’t he though?” Butcher grinned.

“Terror was a a cry baby when he realized all the stuff we got for Amelia wasn’t for him. I caught him so many times in that baby swing,” Butcher’s lady laughed, “Now he’s like one of those nanny dogs.”

“I keep saying we should get a dog. Look how much Connor loves it,” Ben pointed out.

“I can barely get you to change diapers. I’m not dealing with a baby and a puppy,” she was quick to cut him off making the group laugh.

They didn’t know when it happened, but at some point, the toddlers decided to play chase. They screamed and squealed joyfully as they ran around into circles with Terror chasing them around and barking. It was a little grinding on the ear drums but as long as no one was crying, the adults were happy. Hysterical laughter would ring through every time Frenchie and Kimiko pretended to grab at them when they would pass by.

A few years ago, this happy family portrait would have been a laughable fever dream to all of them. They still had their wild and crazy moments when duty called or they needed to let off some steam.

Connor decided he was done running and wanted to look in the toy bag again. He once again waddled over to the bag and rummaged around before finding a little toy horse. Amelia stopped running when she noticed Connor had been touching her things without her supervision. The sass radiating off that child as she B-lined towards the boy wasn’t to be trifled with. In one swift motion, she yanked the toy from Connor’s hands and pushed him with an angry whine. Connor fell on his butt and instantly started to cry.

“Amelia Butcher!”

“Hey!” Ben snapped.

The little girl jumped in fear as her mother and Uncle Ben snapped at her. If it had just been her mother, she wouldn’t have given a second thought to sassing her, but Ben’s voice was much scarier. Fat tears welled in her eyes, and she flopped on the ground to start crying as well.

“Oi! Don’ yell at my kid!” Butcher suddenly stood up off the couch to scoop up his daughter.

“Ben, it’s okay. You don’t need to yell,” she tried to calm her man, “I’m sorry.”

Ben stood up and picked up his son, irritation evident on the man’s face as he tried to console the upset boy. The look on the supe’s face said his pride was hurt by what happened. Ben was so proud that his first kid was a boy, and anything that came close to threatening his “master” plan of raising a strong man upset him. The problem is he can’t tell an almost two year old to be a man, so she catches him micromanaging things like making sure he plays with boy toys. The love that comes with fatherhood was slowly changing his mindset, but there were days when he slipped back into old habits.

Amelia was latched on to her daddy like a koala as fat tears rolled down her cheeks. It was one thing for parents to yell, but another adult? An adult that was supposed to be the fun adult? Bring on the waterworks. Butcher pet and kissed her head of dark hair as he carried her into the kitchen to get a little treat. Her mother rolled her eyes with a small smile as she watched him spoil their daughter instead of punish her for being naughty. The second Amelia turned on the tears, Butcher would have to fight for his life to not crumble.

When Ben saw the look on her face, he knew he was in for an earful. He sighed in defeat as he followed her to the next room. Within the privacy of a guest bedroom, she let him have it, “Just because your son gets pushed over by a little girl, doesn’t give you the right to yell at her!”

“But why didn’t he like…push her back?” Ben asked irritated, “Why’d she have to push him?”

She groaned, “They’re babies, Ben! Babies! Barely two! Playing with stickers and dolls is not gonna turn him into a pussy, and certainly losing one little toddler tantrum won’t make him one either.”

Connor absentmindedly played with his own hair in one hand and Ben’s in the other, like he was comparing them while his parents were arguing about him. Ben cast his eyes down to the floor, tiny bit of guilt creeping in. He didn’t mean to make Amelia cry, but it was hard to reign himself in when it came to Connor.

“I know all of this is because you want to be a good father,” she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, making him look at her, “You are a wonderful father…when you get out of your head.”

Ben slowly nodded, “Just want him to be the best. I don’t want him to be affected by all this…shit.”

“Raising children has changed, big guy. While we’re both figuring out parenthood, you gotta trust me when I tell you stuff is done differently,” she explained, “And you can’t yell at someone else’s kid like that. Especially not our friends’ kids. Ya gotta let them parent their child and step in when ours is involved somehow.

Ben nodded, “I know…just lost my cool. I didn’t mean to scare Amelia. I kinda feel bad now.”

“You should. Soldier Boy shouldn’t make babies cry,” she teased, “Now go apologize for real.”

Ben sarcastically groaned before smirking, “Alright. Anythin’ for you, doll.”

The couple kissed before exiting the bedroom to re-enter the living room. Ben handed Connor to his mother, and he walked over to Butcher standing in front of Amelia who sat on the kitchen counter with a little spoon trying to dip into a container of ice cream.

“Hey, Butcher, ‘m sorry. Lost my cool and I shouldn’t have,” Ben stood up straight like a man and owned up to his mistake, “They’re babies and uh…gotta remember that.”

“S’alright, mate,” Butcher accepted, “We’re all learnin’. Just don’ let it happen again.”

The supe nodded. That was that.

Ben looked to Amelia who shrunk away from him and grabbed for her daddy. Butcher wrapped an arm around his little girl as she stood on the counter and tangled her arms around his neck, her little face buried in his neck.

“Melly Belly,” Ben cocked his head as he saw her peak up at the nickname, “‘M sorry, sweetheart. Uncle Ben didn’t mean to scare ya.”

She rubbed her face back into Butcher’s neck who chuckled, “I wonda’ if my Melly has some stickas she might wanna give ‘er Uncle Ben.”

She poked an eye out.

Ben swallowed his frown, this was all part of being a dad/uncle and he could take it, “Ya think ya got some blue ones?”

Amelia swiveled her head to reveal her face and nodded.

Ben shot the group daggers as he was hunched over being led back into the living room by the little girl.

“She’s a bossy little thing,” Ben groaned as he sat down on the couch.

“Gets it from ‘er mum, she does,” Butcher joked before being hit by his better half.

Across the room, Connor became fussy in his mom’s arms to be put down to join the play. The little boy rushed over into his dad’s waiting hands and giggled as he was picked up and set in Ben’s lap, “There’s my lil’ man!”

Connor pushed his hands on Ben’s face to make him make funny faces. Ben scrunched his features and made funny expressions. He was fully aware of the eyes on him. Soldier Boy dropping the macho act and acting like a real dad.

“Wanna help Melly with dada’s shoes?” Ben asked.

“Ye-th!” Connor said through his fingers in his mouth.

As Connor was set on the floor, she came and sat next to Ben to snuggle into his side. The tone changed back to a happy gathering. Friends talking and joking as they drank and entertained the little ones running around. Life was good. Life was full of life. For a team that banded together over death, they had found an ending full of life.

If anyone has any ideas, message me!

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sea-owl · 9 months ago

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Have this cute little idea I had for the spouses friend group

Phillip knows how to make perfume and does so using the plants he grew. He makes them when he (almost always) accidentally grows too many of his plants and sells them in his nursery as a side gig along with cologne, and pet friendly perfumes.

It started out as a bet between Michael and Phillip back when they were rooming together in university. Penelope had just become their roommate and Phillip as a welcoming gift grew her some of the roses that share her name. As always, Phillip accidentally grew too many.

"They smell really good," Penelope said as she picked up one of the roses. "Imagine it as a perfume!"

"Would they make a good perfume though?" Michael asked.

Phillip snapped his head towards Michael. "Watch yourself Stirling, those are fighting words talking about my babies!"

Penelope was taken aback; she had never seen Phillip that fired up. Michael grinned; he loved getting his friend this riled up.

"Oh, wanna bet?" Michael asked. "If you can make a perfume, a good one, out of your left-over plants than I will behave for a month."

Phillip raised an eyebrow. "A whole month? Even when you get bored?"

Michael nodded. Penelope's jaw dropped. One thing she quickly learned with living with these two is that getting Michael to behave when he's bored often required the wrath of his mother, and even then his head of the family cousin would often just give Michael a slap on the wrist, or Michael will sweet talk his way out of it. Now don't get her wrong Michael doesn't blow off responsibility when he needs to do it but there has been more than one rule made because of him.

It was a deal too sweet for Phillip not to take and the pride of his plants were on the line.

Phillip shook Michael's hand. "Deal."

After doing the research the boys agreed to giving Phillip six months to extract the oils from the plants, mix them together, and let the perfume age in an airtight bottle before trying it. Based on their living space and what materials he could get Phillip decided to use the enfleurage methods to extract the oils. On a sheet of glass he laid down a thin heated layer of coconut oil with a small amount of beeswax. Letting it cool Phillip proceeded to place the petals of the roses in it before setting it between a wood frame. He would then change out the petals once or twice a day until he got the desired fragrance.

Determined to win this bet Phillip even paid one of the art students to design a decorative bottle for him to put the perfume in. The glass was the same shade of creamy pink as the flower with small wires and jewels wrapped around it to form a butterfly.

"Done," Phillip said as set down the bottle in front of his friends.

Penelope picked up the bottle and sprayed a little on her wrist. "Oh, this smells delicious!'

Michael takes Penelope's wrist and sniffs. "Damn, now I have to behave for a month!"

#bridgerton #spouses friend group #besties michael phillip and penelope #phillip crane #michael stirling #penelope featherington

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creedslove · 1 year ago

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HEARTLESS 💔 - PART TWELVE

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: The day before Wyatt's birthday brings you a series of information on Jack you didn't expect, revealing he was a lot more broken than you thought

(This is the twelfth chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE TO ELEVEN ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: angst, hurt, mentions of depression, mentions of implied suicide attempt, fluff, mom!reader

A/N: This was a difficult chapter because it ended up being a lot more angsty than I intended, but it felt right to the story, I hope you besties enjoy it ❤️🥺

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You bit your lips as you took the road that led you to Jack's ranch. You felt an anxiety creeping up your chest, at the same time Wyatt couldn't take his excitement of going back to his papa's house. It was going to be a big weekend for your baby boy: his birthday party happening on Saturday on the ranch for the very first time. It was a huge event for Wyatt as kids are absolutely obsessed with their birthdays and for Jack too, being the first birthday he'd get to spend with his boy. Not only that, for the first time, his ranch would welcome a party and be filled with people, kids running around, music, laughter and everything Jack's lonely heart had ever wished for since the moment he'd bought that ranch.

Jack had asked you to go on Friday afternoon, he had a surprise for Wyatt and he would like for his son to be able to enjoy it before the party, so there wouldn't be too many kids wanting to play too and stealing his thunder.

For the past two weeks, you'd been in contact all the time, for visiting as your son and his dad couldn't stay away from each other, growing attached each passing day and because you and him needed to plan the party. Jack had assured you all you needed to do was to decide decoration, food, and pick any other details and he would make it happen, regardless of how much it would cost. He was willing to make your son's little dreams come true and he wasn't going to spare any money.

However, as the co-parenting part was going great, your relationship with Jack was someone else. After that morning at your apartment, he just took his distance from you; he was physically there several times during the week, playing and spending time with Wyatt and planning the details of the party with you, buying the three of you dinner from your favorite places or ice cream for dessert, he was still kind, generous and polite, but he was emotionally distant from you, understanding that you didn't want anything to do with that old cowboy. So now he respectfully addressed you by your name and only that, no sugar, sweetheart or darling, he was keeping respectful. He also hadn't mentioned anything related to his love life nor yours, so you had no idea if he tried Tinder again or going on any dates, the thought still bothering you even if you tried acting like it didn't, but it also puzzled you that Jack hadn't said anything about Frankie either. It didn't take big brains to assume the cowboy hated the pilot and vice versa, but you expected Jack to go full maniac and have someone at Statesman get a hold of Frankie's classified file or criminal records and whatever, and your guess was that Frankie was clean, otherwise Jack would've said something already. Sometimes you thought Jack's reaction was an exaggeration but overall it felt reassuring to know he would do his best to keep you and Wyatt safe.

As for you and Frankie, things were… slow. He had some jobs to do here and there and you were quite thankful for that, it's not that you didn't want Frankie anymore, but you thought that maybe you and him weren't on the same page anymore, or perhaps you never were and your whole relationship was just a way to try and run away from the haunting ghost that was your former relationship with Jack Daniels. You had even invited Frankie to the party - especially after Jack gave you a free hand to do whatever you wanted to - because you thought it would be nice for him to bring his daughter Melissa along. She was a year older than Wyatt and though you'd never met her just as Frankie had never met your son, you assumed it would be cool, it was another kid for your son to play with on his special day.

Wyatt was a giggly mess, not containing himself as he couldn't wait to see his daddy and play on the ranch. You felt your heart warming with love, at your son's happiness, having his daddy around was essential for his blossoming into a more extrovert and confident child.

You parked in front of the ranch, finding it odd Jack's bronco wasn't there, but instead of overthinking things, you helped Wyatt unbuckle and get out of the car. You held his little hand as you walked inside, but he immediately ran away at the same time Helen welcomed you with a hug. She was so glad to see you and your son again, and especially after she learned you and Jack were on good terms, even if it meant you were friends and nothing more, it was good to see Jack smile, go back to riding his horses, excited about things once more, from one who watched him from afar, it seemed he went back to life, after getting his family back.

"Dada???" Wyatt squealed at the top of his little lungs once he got into the house, he thought it was odd for him not to welcome them, but his attention was immediately shifted to the coffee table, where he was the most adorable horse action figures he'd seen. Helen smiled at him "you're daddy is at work, but he left these horses for you" she explained as Wyatt rushed to the table, sitting on the floor and immediately began playing with them "did you know your daddy was your size when he played with his little horses? His mama found the box she kept them and sent it over to your daddy, so he could give it to you" Helen explained to your son in her gentle voice, while her hand ran through his soft curls. Wyatt smiled widely, so entertained by the toy, and no matter if the action of time was visible, he fell in love with each little horse of the set. It was a simple one, and you could have a small glimpse into Jack's humble but also very happy childhood, and suddenly a suffocating need to see your cowboy appeared. As if Helen read your mind, she smiled "Jack is back at Statesman, he went to hand out some invitations for tomorrow, but he shouldn't take long"

You nodded and followed her into the kitchen, knowing your son would be quietly playing by himself and accepting Helen's cup of tea.

"A penny for your thoughts?" She tilted her head and chuckled at your frowned expression "I can see something is going on in this pretty little head of yours, honey and I know it has to do with a certain cowboy…"

Your cheeks heated up immediately and you looked around a little embarrassed to see you were too easy to read, or perhaps Jack told her everything that happened, it wouldn't be too surprising if he had, as he often got very chatty once he drank a lot, and Helen played the role of friend very often too, whenever she didn't have to act like Jack's mother at his irresponsible behavior.

"What has he told you about the latest events?" You raised your eyebrow and let the woman make an account of what Jack had told her about his attempt of going on a date and everything else that happened after that. "...He was very upset when he got home that morning, I assumed he had done something bad, but I see he was just feeling rejected; though I can see you aren't looking like a million bucks either, so I'm guessing the situation messed up with the two of you"

"I just don't know what to do anymore, Helen… I try so hard to fight my feelings for Jack, but they're still so strong, even after everything he did to me, I can't help but love him. But at the same time I'm scared of giving into this love, how can I trust him? He even talked about trying for a little sister for Wyatt, but Helen, how can I get pregnant with his child after everything he did to me?" You said as your eyes were full of tears, you were just too confused and scared of what things would be like, of what people would talk about if you ever decided to give in and try things with Jack.

"Y/N!" Helen chuckled "you are overthinking things right now… a baby? Sure, that's a situation to think about, but no one is asking you to jump into that right now… Jack is asking you for a chance! A chance of taking you on a date, of showing you he can take care of you and Wyatt and that you will be happy with him" Helen took your hand and caressed it happy "Jack loves you and Wyatt, he's a man who really loves his family and I know he's done some real bad shit, but he's proving to you he's turning into a better person, isn't he?" She smiled as you nodded and bit your lips "no one is telling you to jump right into his bed, but let him in, you want him to get near too, don't you? Give him a chance, spend the weekend with him, feeling what it would be like to be an actual family with your cowboy" Helen smiled but a shadow crossed her face as something dark flickered in her eyes and she cleared her throat "I'm sorry if I seem insisting, I don't mean to make you embarrassed but I just worry about Jack so much… but ever since you walked into his life… Well, ever since he walked back into your lives and you accepted him, he has improved, you know? Because he was bad…"

"Yeah, I know… he told me about the mission and all" you always felt sad when you thought about that, looking at Helen and seeing how she went serious

"What about before the mission? Did he tell you what happened?"

"No… what else happened? Did he get hurt?" You gulped, as your anxiety was increasing by the minute you realized the subject was even more serious than you thought. Helen sighed and got up, going to the kitchen window and checking to see if Jack's bronco wasn't there, she knew he wouldn't forgive her if he overheard her telling you what had happened.

"You have to promise me you're not gonna say anything to him at all, please, he's gonna be really angry if he knows I told you… he doesn't like talking about that at all"

"I-I promise, now please Helen, tell me already, you're making me anxious…"

The older woman sighed and rubbed the back of her head "Jack's behavior had been really erratic, especially the months before he decided to finally go after you and Wyatt. I noticed he seemed to be more and more depressed, as he was dwelling into his loneliness and guilt, and that's when the heavy drinking began. I mean, you do know he drinks, but it wasn't just his usual drink, it was more, and he was mixing up alcohol too, something I had never seen him do… he's a classy man, and he likes whiskey and that's about it"

She took a breath and served the two of you some more tea, taking a longer sip and swallowing slowly, before she could talk again

"And with the drinking, it also came the dangerous behavior… it was first the driving and drinking, he had always been extra careful with that, but suddenly, it was like it didn't really matter anymore to him, he would just get drunk and speed up whenever he needed to leave home. Then we had the horse incident… Jack decided to ride one weekend, he hadn't been around his horses very much, and especially not Silver Pony and I guess it's because it reminded him of you, but still, he went riding and he didn't get his saddle correct and he fell from the horse, and Y/N, you know Jack and how good he is at horseback riding, you know he wouldn't simply forget to fix his saddle. Well, he fell from the horse and the doctor said it was a miracle he hadn't broken any bones and if he had hit his head in the fall…" Helen sighed and watched as you looked at her in horror, your eyes wide at what you had just started learning from him. You had no idea until what extent he was broken, but that made you hurt in a way it was impossible to explain.

"And there was this evening I called him because dinner was ready, but he wasn't answering. It was just odd, Jack isn't the kind of guy to ignore, so I went to his room and I found him passed out… He'd washed down some sleeping pills with whiskey and god… I don't even like to think what would've happened. Of course he denies it and says it's an accident, but when the Statesman forced him to go to therapy, I sighed relieved, and when he first came back home after spending time with you and Wyatt and I saw the beautiful smile in his face, I prayed so hard he would find his way in life, and of course I know you're not a savior and it's not obligation to save anyone, but it's important to know you have such positive effect on him, and well, if you two are meant to be, there's really no other way out of this, you'll stay together"

By the time Helen was finished telling you those things, you realized your tears were running down your cheeks; you sniffled and tried to wrap your head around the fact that if it weren't for fate, or a little divine intervention, your cowboy Jack, would be dead by then. It was a suffocating feeling, there wasn't a loss, but the mere prospect of it was enough to make your stomach swirl and your chest get too heavy to breathe.

"Dada!!!" Your son's voice was enough to break the spell you were under and you quickly dried your tears as best as you could, being able to hear Jack's heavy boots walking and his voice cheering and talking to Wyatt. You and Helen looked at each other and you tried your best to pretend you hadn't been talking about Jack for the past half an hour, as he walked into the kitchen, he politely greeted you and at that moment you knew you'd give everything to hear him call you sugar.

The cowboy was carrying Wyatt in his arms and tickling his tummy, loving to hear his happy giggles, but frowned immediately as he saw your crying face

"What happened?" He asked concerned and took a step closer,

"Uh, nothing… I was telling Helen about my mom" you mouthed the end of the sentence so Wyatt wouldn't be curious or wouldn't get upset at the mention of his grandma "she's not coming to the party because I didn't invite her after what happened…" you added to your half lie, as you hadn't invited her at all especially because she would give you shit about letting Jack throw the party and also because you were sure she would end up screwing up the party to one of you, if not to everyone.

Jack bought your excuse as he felt sad to know you were having problems with your mom, of course he still felt guilty about that, but he was aware that you have always had problems with her, so it's not like it'd started just because of him. Yet, the cowboy took a step closer and took his hand to your face, his thumb wiping the last tear that insisted on rolling down your cheek.

"I'm sorry about that, sugar, but pretty girls like yourself shouldn't cry… ain't that right Wyatt? Don't you think that pretty girls like mama shouldn't cry?" He talked to your son, who joined the conversation excitedly, at the same time you leaned into Jack's touch, before he could shy away.

There it was: sugar.

You had no idea how much you'd missed that until you heard it again from his lips after weeks of awkwardness around each other. You didn't think twice before wrapping your arms around Whiskey and burying your face into his chest you sniffed into his scent and playfully nibbled your son's little legs, making him squealed in pure happiness. You felt the cowboy's arms wrapping around your body and keeping you in that embrace, his family's embrace.

You looked up at Jack's puzzled face and smiled big at him

"I guess I missed you" you rested your head against his chest once more and felt when his lips pecked the top of your head, and chuckled when Wyatt did the same, imitating his daddy in being an authentic southern gentleman.

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Jack had kindly asked Helen to set things out in the backyard so he could grill his famous burger for dinner. He knew you used to love them when you were together and he was hoping his son would also take a liking to it as well, but first, he was overly excited to show the two of you, Wyatt's birthday gift. He wanted it to be a day before his actual birthday so the other kids wouldn't make a fuss about it and he could play calmly. He called you to follow them, placing his own stetson back on and handed Wyatt's small one. You felt kind of disappointed Jack didn't have one for you, after all, he had said he would get you a hat too, but you felt sad to realize he probably assumed you'd been just joking. He guided you towards the stables, Wyatt was very excited, his arms wrapped tight around Jack's neck and little eyes widening the second he spotted the new farm fence right next to the horses. You were also extremely curious to know what the cowboy had come up to your baby.

"Do you know how to read?" He asked Wyatt who shook his head a little confused as he stared into a sign at the gate of the dence, Jack smiled sweetly at him "then papa's gonna teach you. Look!" He pointed at the W and his fingers followed the sequence

"W… Y… A… T… T…" He read out loud "Wyatt's ranch, that's what it says baby boy, it's your ranch" Jack explained to him excitedly with a shit eating grin, opening the gate and pulling Wyatt down the moment he spotted the pony his daddy got for him.

The little boy felt he was going simply insane, as his present was also his new best friend, he immediately hugged the little pony which was very gentle and easy going towards kids. He loved how the pony looked like a tiny little version of Silver Pony and he looked up at his parents, his eyes had happy tears, being so emotional to have the best birthday of his little life. Your son clung to you and Jack, and sobbed happy tears, at the same time he giggled when the pony nudged his hand gently. He sniffled and leaned into his daddy's soothing touch, who dried his tears and smiled

"W-what's the name daddy? Of my pony?" He managed to ask, and Jack chuckled "she's yours, baby, you can pick whichever name you want" he caressed his soft curls and smiled at you.

Wyatt nodded and caressed the pony cute head, thinking very hard as he looked at you "she looks like Silvew Pony, mommy…" he said melting your heart, so you just nodded and stroked his cheek "yes she does… maybe Silver Pony is the mommy and she is the daughter" you suggested, knowing it wasn't possible but for Wyatt's innocent head it made so much sense he gasped. He held her head gently and looked into her eyes, showing how good he was at handling animals, again, another trait inherited from his dad senior agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

"Silvew Staw" he said proudly.

You didn't know exactly how long you and Jack spent watching Wyatt play with Silver Star, but it didn't matter as your little boy was thrilled. He was so happy and wouldn't stop giggling and cuddling the pony, kind of treating her like a puppy, while you and Jack took turns between watching and playing along. When evening came, Jack said it was time for dinner, though Wyatt didn't want to leave Silver Star, which caused the three of you to take the pony back to the house and let Wyatt play with her while Jack worked on grilling his burgers. Helen had set everything up, and your heart clenched as you saw she'd placed everything you loved, your favorite bread, your favorite sauces and fries too, knowing how much you loved when the cowboy made his burgers or steak.

You held Wyatt who sat on your lap exhausted and downed a box of apple juice, as he watched his dad make dinner. You could tell your son was tired but extremely happy as he couldn't stop smiling. You snuggled him and rested your chin on his head, loving how warm your son was. You could tell he was hungry but he was so tired he didn't even seem to notice.

You on the other hand, nearly salivated the moment Jack served you your burger, you ate it so quickly, savoring each bite and not one single bit embarrassed about your satisfied moans, Jack thought it was quite amusing and couldn't stop watching you, feeling happy at that moment of pure domesticity, he extended his hand and placed it above yours, stroking it gently, you bit your lips at the realization of how big his hand was and what they were capable of doing. He pointed at the lawn and the two of you laughed softly as you saw Wyatt and Silver Star napping on the grass together. The toddler was snuggling his pony and that made you very happy.

You looked back at Jack and took his hand again

"Thank you, for everything… Today's been wonderful and it's already the best birthday he's ever had, even if his birthday is technically tomorrow… and his present is amazing"

He chuckled and caressed your knuckles with his thumb "anything for our son, sugar and anything for you too, all you gotta do is ask"

"I know you were there Jack" you suddenly said and he frowned in confusion "the day I gave birth to our son, I know you'd been there, in the hospital… I saw you, you went there to see us, but I was too feverish to say anything and in the morning my mom assured me I had hallucinated" you sighed sadly and Jack immediately left his chair and sat next to you.

You looked into his eyes and there it was, his soft, teary eyes, full of hurt and regret, but at the same time making you see he was still your Jack, your cowboy

"I-I tried holding Wyatt, I really did, but your mom told me not to, she said you'd given orders to specifically not let me get near Wyatt" he swallowed "I'm sorry I didn't insist more, maybe if I had held our son, I wouldn't have left, hell, I'm sure I wouldn't have left, I'm sorry Y/N, I know that you will never forgive me and I know I'm not worthy of your forgiveness but I wish I could show you I mean business when I say I want you and Wyatt, I want to make things right between us and our son" he said in his desperate way once more, even after he had vowed not to beg for you any longer.

You stroked his cheek "I'm confused and I know I make you confused too, Jack, we're like cat and mouse now, I wish I could just take a decision and stick to it, I wish I could be rational with my feelings, but feelings are never rational" you said "the rational thing would be moving on from each other, me finding a nice guy to rebuild my life and you finding yourself a new sugar, someone you can give yourself fully into your relationship now that your late family is behind you, but we both know this is not possible"

You blinked some of your tears "I wanna try if you wanna try, Jack… I wanna believe and have faith in you, so I guess I want a chance for us to see if we can still be a family, but I also need some time, I need to talk to Frank-"

Jack interrupted you by placing a peck on your lips, he didn't even want to hear you mention that other guy's name. He thought his heart would burst out of his chest at any minute, it was like his dream was coming true.

"I don't want to just jump into your bed Jack, I want us to do things right, restart, get to know each other again, because we are different people after everything that happened… all I'm trying to say is: will you be patient with me?"

"I'll do anything for you, sugar" he leaned towards you and kissed your lips, as you two decided to take a step together towards the future.

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A/N: Hi besties, did you like the chapter? I hope so ❤️ Whiskey is the best dad in the world or what? And for a brief moment I considered making him also gift reader with a baby goat because 🤏🤏🤏

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corroded-hellfire · 2 years ago

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Where The Heart Is, Part 3 - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Christmas is getting closer, and your and Eddie’s relationship only grows stronger as you prepare for and enjoy the festivities together. You can read part two here!

Note: Merry Christmas! I would just like to apologize for any more errors than normal because I tried to rush this to be done by Christmas lol.

Warnings: underage drinking, smut, oral m!receiving

Words: 17.4k

[Where the Heart Is masterlist]

Wayne has to know what’s going on. There’s no way he could not know, with the way the two of you are constantly touching one another, giggling at whispered words, and the ever-present grins that have never come off your faces. He’s not a dumb man, and he knows what’s going on in that small back bedroom in his trailer. He also knows that Eddie’s a smart kid and that there’s a box of condoms in the bedside table right where Wayne told him to keep it.

And though Wayne hasn’t known you long, he can tell you’re a smart kid, too. The way you make Eddie smile is all he ever wished for his nephew. Wayne’s a proud uncle and knows he brought the boy up right when he sees him open doors for you, compliment you until you’re red in the face, or makes sure that you know you’re welcome in their home and to help yourself to anything. Wayne likes you. And he can see that Eddie clearly more than likes you.

One evening before Wayne has to head out to work, you and Eddie come in the front door, shopping bags in hand - Eddie being the gentleman and carrying most of them, of course - both with rosy cheeks from the winter air, laughing as you have some silly debate.

Wayne swears he’s never seen so many Christmas decorations before as you and Eddie unload them from the bags. There’s candy cane striped garland, snowman salt and pepper shakers, nutcrackers dressed in toy soldier attire, angel candle holders, snowflakes hanging from strings to be hung in the window, and even a small porcelain nativity set that sits perfectly on the counter. Wayne’s sure he’s never seen a more beautiful decoration in his life as he admires the mini baby Jesus asleep on the fragile yellow painted hay. He knows that when he comes home from work, the trailer will be a winter wonderland.

But Wayne hadn’t even seen the ornaments that the two of you had purchased. There were baubles in bright reds, purples, and pinks. Little golden bells, smiling elves, even an adorable tiny kitten wearing a Santa hat that you just needed to buy. The ornaments would stay in the bag for now though, since you hadn’t gotten the tree yet.

Since the dark of night came so early in the winter, putting lights up outside would have to wait until tomorrow, so you two would actually be able to see what you’re doing.

It was the end of a fun, cold day that you’d spent with Eddie.

“Hot chocolate?” Eddie asks.

“Mm, yes please,” you hum. As Eddie prepares the drinks, you walk over to the window and look out at the dark evening. If the orange streetlights weren’t so bright, you’d be able to see the stars since there wasn’t a single cloud above.

The hot chocolate is hot and comforting as you sip it while in Eddie’s arms on the couch. He sips on his own, coming away with a chocolate mustache each time. There’s no television, no music, just the two of you sitting in a cozy bubble, enjoying your drinks and each other’s company. Once the drinks are finished however, you two enjoy each other's company in a different, more naked way.

In the morning, once you’d thoroughly wrecked each other once again, you take a shower - together, to save water Eddie claims. But you can’t fault him for his idea while the hot water streams down your back and Eddie leaves scorching kisses on your lips and neck.

Finally putting clothes on that you intend to keep on for a while, you bundle up to face the bitter air outside. There’s a light dusting of snow on the ground as you and Eddie head outside, arms full of light strands. You untangle the mess of extension cords while Eddie drags out the ladder from behind the trailer. It’s tall enough to get Eddie on the roof, which was the goal. Carefully holding the handle of the staple gun in his mouth, Eddie climbs up, a string of lights hoisted on his shoulder.

Eddie’s been on the roof of the trailer many times in his life. Once even resulting in a broken arm. So he knows the perfect spot to start hanging the lights. You watch him work as your fingers move through the tangled wires. Bundled up in his leather jacket, boots, black jeans, the red scarf you insisted on buying him, and his adorable black beanie, he’s just about the most precious thing you’ve ever seen. As he gets down on his knees, ready to staple the strand of lights into place, his tongue pokes out of his mouth in concentration. It makes you giggle softly to yourself.

Eddie continues with the strands along the roof and you start connecting the plugs to everything once the cord situation is handled. By the time you’re both done, lights are hanging off the top of the trailer, framing the front door, and wrapping around the railings on the porch steps. A triumphant smile comes to your lips as you look at the cozy trailer all festive. Eddie wraps his arm around your shoulders as he takes in the view, too.

“Can't tell ya the last time this place had Christmas lights on it,” Eddie says, eyes still roaming around.

“Why?” you ask.

Eddie shrugs.

“Never seemed to matter. Christmas was never a big thing for us. Wayne and I get each other a present, exchange them, then the rest of the day goes about the same as any other day.”

“No Christmas dinner?” you ask.

“Sometimes,” he says. “It depended on Wayne’s schedule. We’d eat fish if he was home.”

“Fish?” you ask, nose wrinkling.

“Mhmm,” he affirms. “My grandmother - my dad and Wayne’s mom - was very Italian. It’s an Italian tradition to have the Feast of Seven Fishes on Christmas Eve. But it became mine and Wayne’s tradition to take one of his catches from the lake and cook it up for Christmas dinner.”

“That’s sweet,” you tell him, snaking your arms around his middle.

“What about you?” he asks. “How do you decorate your apartment?”

“Can’t put up lights outside, unfortunately, but I always get a nice wreath for our door.”

“Like that one.” Eddie nods to the pine wreath woven with red ribbon that’s hanging on the front door of the trailer. Another one of your purchases yesterday.

“Yeah, usually something like that. Then we’d have the tree in the living room, but that’s about it. I’d put up lights in my room, though. I’d hang them all around, watching them blink and twinkle as I fell asleep.”

“What about your Christmas dinners?” he asks.

“When I was little, they were pretty perfect. Four of us around the table in our house in the cutest suburb. There’d be chicken and mashed potatoes, and I always insisted on biscuits. But after Dad died, sis left, it was just me and mom in the tiny apartment. Christmas dinners became meatloaf if I could scrounge up enough ingredients around the kitchen. If I couldn’t? Maybe canned soup if there was any.”

Eddie presses kisses to the top of your head and opens his mouth to speak, when he’s cut off by a shout from behind you.

“Looking to connect with someone, Munson?”

Over your shoulder, you see Max bundled up in a hoodie, coming your way.

“What?” Eddie asks her as she comes to stand behind you.

“The lights,” she says, nodding her head at them. “Gonna talk with someone?”

Your brow is pinched in confusion until you remember what Nancy told you about Will communicating through the lights when he was in the Upside Down.

“No, just being festive, brat,” Eddie says.

“Hey,” Max says to you, a small smile on her face.

“Nice to see you again,” you tell her.

“You too. You here for Christmas?”

“I’m here until school starts back up again in January.”

“Really? That’s awesome.” Max looks genuinely happy that you’ll be around, and it warms your heart. “I can always hang out with you when Van Halen over here has to work.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and drops his arm from your shoulders.

“That sounds great to me,” you say and Eddie scoffs.

“She’s a horrible influence,” Eddie says, gesturing to Max. The redhead doesn’t deny it, just shrugs her shoulders.

“I think I’ll be okay,” you tell your boyfriend, patting him on the shoulder.

Late that afternoon, Eddie drives the two of you up to the tree farm, where families stroll through the rows of pines, trying to find the one that’s just right for their home. Hand in hand with Eddie, the two of you take your time walking around the small space. The scent of pine is overloading your senses and you think you’ll be able to smell it for a month after you leave this place.

The perfect tree for the Munson home is found in the back corner. It’s tucked away, two bigger pines trying to hide it from view. But Eddie catches sight of it first. He tugs you in the direction and reluctantly drops your hand so he can move offending brushes out of the way. The tree is the perfect size for the trailer. It’s full, needles dark and green. An employee helps you both load the tree onto the top of Eddie’s van and tie it down for the drive. You give the rope one more tug for good measure before you slip into the passenger seat.

The first mini argument you and Eddie have starts when you’re trying to set the tree up in the living room.

“No, the water goes there.”

“Babe, can you hold this or what? It’s going to fall on me.”

“I already said that! Twice!”

“It goes like this. Yes, I’m positive.”

There’s a part of you that likes squabbling back and forth with Eddie like this. It makes it feel like a real relationship, where you feel comfortable enough to express your thoughts and opinions without fear the other person will just leave you high and dry. You know you can have these silly little arguments with Eddie, but at the end of the day, he’s still yours. It’s a beautiful feeling, you’re just not used to experiencing it.

It’s decided that no decorations will go on the tree until tomorrow. That would give Wayne the chance to see it in all its natural glory, plus it’s getting late and Eddie wants to get you in his room. Now.

When you wake in Eddie’s arms the next morning, you can hear Wayne is already home, moving around out in the living room. One look at Eddie’s adorable sleeping face you can’t bring yourself to wake him. Doing your best not to move him too much, you carefully lift Eddie’s arm and place it down on his chest. You slip off the bed and tug on a pair of your boyfriend’s sweatpants and a Black Sabbath sweatshirt. The bedroom door hinges squeak as you open it, so you carefully close it behind you so you don’t wake the sleepy boy.

Wayne greets you with a smile as he sees you come into the living room.

“Mornin’ doll,” he says. “What’s got you up so early?”

You shrug as you pad into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water.

“Dunno,” you say. “You hungry? I could make pancakes.”

“Nah, you don’t have to do that,” Wayne says, waving a hand.

“I don’t mind,” you tell him with a smile. “I like to cook.”

Eddie opens his eyes to a cold, empty bed and frowns to himself. He thinks maybe you’ve gotten up to use the bathroom so he closes his eyes to wait for you. But when he hears your familiar giggle coming from out in the living room, he opens his eyes again and smiles to himself. He gets out of bed and is about to open the door to the hall when he remembers the only thing he’s wearing is his boxers. When he sees his Black Sabbath sweatshirt is no longer laying over his stereo, he rolls his eyes to himself, but there’s a fond smile on his lips as he thinks about you wearing it. Pulling on an old Hellfire shirt and a pair of sweatpants from his many piles of clothes around the room, he heads out into the hall and can tell by the buttery scent in the air that you’re in the kitchen.

“No, it’s true!” you’re saying as Eddie steps into the kitchen. You let out a squeal in surprise as Eddie swoops in, wrapping his arms around you from behind and hugging you close to his body. He places a big kiss on your cheek with a loud mwah!

“What’s true?” he asks you, sliding his hands down to your hips.

“Wayne doesn’t believe that you picked out the tree,” you say, gesturing to the Christmas tree in the corner with your batter-covered spatula.

“You usually come back with a sad looking thing,” Wayne says in his defense.

Eddie turns to his uncle who’s leaning against the other side of the counter. Even as he turns, your boyfriend manages to keep one hand on your hip.

“I have impeccable taste, thank you very much,” Eddie says.

“Before, I woulda said that was questionable,” Wayne says. “But you picked a winner as your girlfriend, so maybe you’re right.”

You beam in pride as Eddie turns back to you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“What’s the best girlfriend making, hmm?” he asks.

“Pancakes.” You reach up and wipe a bit of flour on the tip of Eddie’s nose. His tongue comes out of his mouth and tries to lick it off, but as talented as his tongue is, it’s just not long enough.

“You really are the best.” Eddie’s tempted to give your ass a playful smack, but he remembers his uncle is standing right behind him so he only kisses your shoulder before stepping back. He uses the sleeve of his sweatshirt to wipe his nose clean and walks around the corner to stand next to Wayne, giving you space in the kitchen.

“You kids got any plans today?” Wayne asks.

Nothing you need to know about, Eddie thinks to himself.

“Don’t think so,” is what Eddie says aloud. He looks at you to double check and you shake your head to say you don’t think so either.

“What’s up?” Eddie asks.

“Well, this lady at work, Abigail, has this booth at a Christmas fair. Was thinking it might be fun.”

“Aw, that sounds nice,” you say, using the spatula to stack the pancakes on a plate.

“A lady at work?” Eddie asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep,” Wayne says, not looking at Eddie as he accepts a plateful of pancakes from you. “Thanks, darlin’.”

You slide a plate over the counter to Eddie, who blows you a kiss as he accepts them. Picking up the bottle of syrup and your own plate, you walk around and perch yourself on Eddie’s lap. He wraps an arm around your waist as he eats with one hand. It takes him a bit longer, but it’s worth it to hold on to you.

“These are delicious,” Wayne says between bites.

Eddie hums in agreement as she shoves half a pancake in his mouth at once.

The Christmas fair is in downtown Hawkins, and the entirety of Main Street is set up with booths, stalls, and tables selling an assortment of goodies. There are baked goods for sale, making the air smell sweet and delicious as you walk, fingers laced, with Eddie. Wayne walks on the other side of Eddie, his eyes scanning the owners of the booths as you pass, making you think Eddie might’ve been on the right track with his teasing before.

Wayne buys the three of you hot chocolate when the wind picks up and starts to whip around the street. Eddie’s bundled up in his leather jacket and you smile at seeing the red scarf you bought him around his neck again. You’d slipped your own jacket over Eddie’s Black Sabbath sweatshirt, having refused to take it off. Why would you want to when it kept you warm and smelled so strongly of your boyfriend?

You tug Eddie over to a few stalls, one selling handmade jewelry, one selling miniature figurines of animals, and another selling hand woven blankets and quilts. The talent showcased at each stop amazed you, unable to fathom how people could make such beautiful things with their bare hands.

The three of you are more than halfway down the street when Wayne says he’s spied the woman from work and you and Eddie follow him over to a booth where a friendly looking older woman with graying blonde hair looks over the table she’s behind, a beautiful assortment of ornaments spread out before her. Wayne clears his throat as you all approach and the woman looks up, a smile lighting her face when she sees Wayne. You and Eddie share a knowing look, sensing this crush isn’t one sided.

“Wayne, what are you doing here? I didn’t think this was your scene.”

Eddie’s uncle slips his hands into his pockets and gives a charming smile.

“Thought I’d come on by, bring the kids out for some Christmas fun,” he says. He’s silent for a moment, before apparently remembering you and Eddie are standing behind him. “Oh, this is my nephew and his girlfriend.”

She introduces herself as Abigail as you and Eddie shake her hand, introducing yourselves in return. As you look over the trinkets on the table, Eddie tugs on Wayne’s denim jacket and pulls him to the side.

“You’re not subtle,” Eddie whispers.

“What?” Wayne asks and Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Just ask her on a date.”

“Eddie, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wayne says, shaking his head.

“Oh, come on,” Eddie whines, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ve known you as long as you’ve known me, old man. You like her. Admit it.”

Wayne rolls his neck and Eddie smirks at the obvious nerves.

“Eddie…” Wayne trails off, not really knowing what to say. “Eddie, the more I get to spend time with Abigail, the more I can leave you two alone.”

Eddie’s face lights up and he nods.

“Come on,” Eddie says, hitting Wayne lightly on the chest. “I’ll be your wingman.”

“Good Lord,” Wayne mutters as they both step back up to the table.

“These are beautiful, Abigail,” Eddie says. He wraps an arm around your shoulders as he joins you in looking over the ornaments.

“Thank you, dear.”

“Oh, hey Wayne,” Eddie says, looking over his shoulder at his uncle. “Didn’t you say you wanted a new ornament to put on the tree?”

Wayne huffs out a sigh and you bite your lip to keep from laughing. You slip out from under Eddie’s arm and back up to where Wayne is standing. Abigail picks up an ornament to show Eddie and you let out a quiet giggle as he feigns interest.

“Tell me,” Wayne whispers to you. “How did Eddie manage to pick you up if this is how he is with women?”

This time you giggle louder and have to cover your mouth with your hand.

“I have no idea,” you whisper back.

Wayne steps up to the table, asking about the ornament Abigail is showing. Eddie politely backs away and comes over to you. He sends you a wink as he wraps his arm around your hips.

“See how I work my magic?” Eddie asks.

“Oh yes, Casanova,” you answer, leading him away from the booth. “Now come on, leave them alone.”

A few more stalls down, you come to a booth that’s selling custom painted clothing and accessories.

“Oh, look at these shoes,” you say, walking over to a pair of high top converse painted with symbols of New York City. There’s the Empire State Building, taxi cabs, the Statue of Liberty, and Broadway marquees. “They’re amazing.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “They remind me of the sneakers Robin wears.”

“Well, that’s perfect,” you say, nudging his arm. “What custom painting would she like on a pair? You can give them to her as her secret Santa.”

“Shit, you’re right.” Eddie’s brow furrows as he looks at the shoes, thinking of what he should have painted on them. His face quickly turns into a smirk and you don’t know if you should be worried or happy that he’s thought of something.

“Can I help you?” The woman who runs the stall comes up to you and Eddie. He inquires about getting a pair of the shoes painted, and when the woman tells him that she’s the artist and asks what he has in mind, he asks her for some paper and pencil. You stand over Eddie’s shoulder as he sketches. Quickly, you realize what the images are and you roll your eyes, in a loving manner, at your boyfriend. You hadn’t known Eddie was so good at drawing, though. You tell him as much when you’re done at that booth, the woman saying the shoes should be ready any day and Eddie would get a call.

“I didn’t know I was dating such an artist,” you say.

“Eh, I can doodle,” Eddie says as you walk farther down the street together.

“More than doodle, babe,” you say. “That was really good.”

Eddie’s cheeks are already flushed from the cold, but you think they get even redder at your words. The two of you come to the end of the fair, so you turn back around and head in the direction of where Wayne’s truck is parked. When you walk by Abigail’s table, Eddie’s uncle is no longer there, but he’s waiting for the two of you at his truck with a small package in his hands.

“Oh boy,” Eddie says as the two of you get closer. “What did she swindle you into buying?”

Wayne frowns and gives Eddie a huff.

“I don’t get swindled, boy. But I did see this and thought y’all might like it. If not, if I overstepped, just tell me and I’ll take it back.”

Both you and Eddie share a face of confusion as Wayne offers forward the package. Eddie takes it and starts to unwrap the layer and layers of tissue paper it’s rolled in. He pulls the ornament out by its red ribbon and holds it up for you both to see. It’s a wooden disc with a Christmas tree carved into it. The details are beautiful, from the star on the very top, down to the lights and ornaments adoring the branches, to the wrapped presents underneath. At the very bottom is the year 1986 carved in. To the left of the tree is your name, painted on in a delicate hand in red paint. Eddie’s painted name sits on the right of the tree, written in the same lovely handwriting.

“S’your first Christmas,” Wayne says with a shrug. “Something to remember it by.”

“Oh Wayne, this is beautiful!” You rush forward to throw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. He’s a little stiff at it at first, but eventually returns the affection. “Thank you so much. I love it.”

“Me too,” Eddie says, still staring at the ornament. He packs it back up in the tissue paper and pats Wayne on the shoulder as he walks by him to get in the van. It might’ve seemed cold to other people, but you were learning it’s just how these two were with one another. No flowery words or long embraces. There was teasing, small acts of kindness, and the occasional pat on the back or arm between this uncle and nephew.

You climb into the truck next to Eddie, and he immediately takes your hand in his own.

Once you get home, Wayne has to get some sleep before his night shift, so you and Eddie stay out of the house. Eddie makes sure your new ornament is safely in his room before the two of you get in Eddie’s van and drive.

It’s dark when the two of you get back, and Wayne’s already headed to work. The heat inside the trailer warms your bones and you let out a content sigh as you toe off your boots. You’re hanging up your jacket when Eddie comes back down the hall, your new Christmas ornament in his hands.

“What do you say?” he asks. “First one up on the tree?” When you nod with an excited grin, Eddie offers the decoration up to you. “You may do the honors.”

The tree is taller than you, but not so much that you’re unable to reach the top branches on your tiptoes. There’s a sturdy branch high up, protruding out a bit farther than all the rest. It’s the perfect spot, you decide, so you stretch your body up as high as you can reach and hang the red ribbon on it. Stepping back towards Eddie, you lean into his side to admire your handiwork. With the dark green background of the tree, the light brown wood and bright red paint stand out vibrantly.

“I love it,” you say.

Eddie wraps his arm around your neck and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“It means a lot, actually.” You sense that he isn’t don’t talking yet, so you look up at him as you wait for him to continue. “Wayne’s not a very sentimental guy, if you haven’t noticed. Bet he’s not mentioned my Aunt Laura to you since you’ve been here, right?”

“His wife you told me about? The one who died when you were little?”

“That’s her,” Eddie says with a nod. “He never talks about her. Or any of our family, really. He doesn’t buy souvenirs, he doesn’t save birthday cards, he doesn’t even have photos on the walls at all. So that,” Eddie says, nodding to the ornament, “says a lot. About you. About us.”

“He likes me?” you ask, though you were already kind of getting that feeling anyway.

Eddie turns to face you and takes both of your hands in his.

“More than he likes me, I think,” he tells you with a smirk. “But really. This is him basically saying you’re family so you’re stuck with us now. That he sees you sticking around for a long time.”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere, so that’s good,” you say. Eddie leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Maybe he just wants you to keep cooking for us.”

You snort and swat Eddie on the chest.

“Come on, sweet talker,” you say. “Let’s get the rest of these ornaments up.”

Eddie has a mixtape of metal covers of Christmas songs - because of course he does - so he blares that as you break out the ornaments you bought at the store the other day. Eddie says he’ll take the higher branches, even though you can clearly reach most of them, and that you can take care of the shorter ones. Halfway through decorating, you realize you don’t know the last time you decorated a tree with someone. It’s usually you all on your own, putting the few ornaments you had on your small tree. But now, you look up as Eddie hangs a golden bauble on a high branch, tongue poking out in concentration, and you can’t help the well of emotion you feel. This tiny trailer you just stepped foot in for the first time the other day feels more welcoming and more like home than your own home of the last ten years or so.

Eddie takes notice of your misty eyes and comes over to cup your face in his hands.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“Nothing,” you say with a watery smile. “This is just really nice.”

He leans in and presses a slow, soft kiss to your lips.

“Having fun?” he asks.

“I am. Just emotional.”

“Well,” Eddie says, pausing to peck a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Then it’s probably as good a time as any to bring out these.”

Eddie goes over to the hall closet and reaches for something on the top shelf. Brow pinched as you watch him, you wipe away a stray tear that decided to go rogue and slide down your cheek.

“Aha,” Eddie says, pulling an old shoe box out of the closet. He closes the door with his foot and makes his way back over to you. “Wayne may not be a sentimental guy, but I am. Enough to keep these, anyway.” He lifts the lid of the shoebox and there are a little over a dozen ornaments inside, most of them looking as old as Eddie.

“Who’s are they?” you ask quietly.

“Mine now, I guess,” Eddie says. “They’ve all got some kind of meaning.” He sits down on the floor and gestures for you to join him. Once you’re sitting next to him, he pulls out the first ornament. It’s a little toy soldier, plastic, with fading colors of red, blue, and green. “This was my mom’s. I don’t have a whole lot of good memories with her, but I remember her lifting me up so I could put this one on the highest branch of the tree. And this one.” Eddie takes out an Elvis ornament that makes both of you laugh. “This was Aunt Laura’s. She was in love with Elvis. Sometimes she’d sing me Elvis songs as a lullaby.”

“Which was your favorite?” you ask.

“I always liked Jailhouse Rock,” he says.

“That’s a good one. I think I like Can’t Help Falling In Love best.”

“Pretty sure that was her and Wayne’s wedding song.” He sets that ornament down and picks up one that’s got Santa Clause riding a motorcycle. “This was my dad’s. Don’t know why I still have it, but I don’t want to throw it away either.” He sets that one aside quickly and lets out a sigh. “I think this one here is my favorite, though.” Eddie holds up an ornament that shows two polar bears in a boat, fishing. “Wayne bought me this for my first Christmas with him.”

“Beautiful,” you say, and Eddie knows you don’t just mean the polar bears. He puts the ornaments back in the box and stands up with it, offering his hand to help you up.

Eddie balances the shoebox on his arm as he scopes out places to put these new additions. His dad’s goes towards the back of the tree, while his Aunt Laura’s gets a place of honor in the front. The two polar bears go near the ornament Wayne had just given you today. For hanging up his mom’s toy soldier, Eddie sits the box down and opens his arms for you. You look at him in confusion as you step into them. He places the ormanament in your hand and leans down to wrap his arms around your legs, just under your ass. You’re hoisted up and let out a squeak, balancing yourself by putting a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Go ahead,” Eddie says, smiling up at you. “Put it on the highest branch.”

His eyes are watching you with so much adoration that you can hardly take it. You reach down and cup his cheek, your thumb stroking over his cheekbone. Turning back to face the tree, you spot the highest branch and lean towards it while trying to stay steady in Eddie’s grip. The hook slips easily over the branch and the little toy soldier looks ready to defend the tree from any incoming enemies.

Eddie sets you down and admires your handy work.

“Perfect,” he says.

Taking a few steps back so you can take in the tree as a whole, you nod to yourself in approval.

“Perfect,” you agree.

Eddie has to work the next day, so after your morning shower session, he heads out and you call up Nancy. She says she’ll be by in fifteen minutes to pick you up. Part of you wanted to take Max up on her offer to hang out while Eddie is working, but you and Nancy had already scheduled your plans for the day, and Eddie was working tomorrow as well. Hopefully, Max is available then.

Nancy takes you to a cute little sandwich shop and you’re glad it’s mostly empty because once you and Nancy are seated with your food, she gets into the questions she’s been dying to ask.

“So,” she says with a smirk. “How long after Steve and I left the other day did you two do it?”

Sprite almost comes out of your nose and you have a small coughing fit, which amuses your friend greatly.

“Who says we did it at all?” you finally respond, voice still raspy from the burn in your throat.

But she’s not dumb, she can see all the signs. Eddie wanting to explain his scars to you, sleeping in the same bed every night, alluding to the fact that you had phone sex the other day, and you have a pep in your step that you didn’t have the last time she saw you. Nancy rolls her eyes and leans in towards you across the table.

“Spill. I want to know everything,” she says.

“Everything?” You raise your eyebrows.

“Yep.” It’s so casual, as if she’s asking to hear about a test you took in class.

“I’ve never talked about it before because I’d never done it before,” you say with a giggle. “I’m not sure what to say.”

“Hey, I told you about my first time,” Nancy says.

“I know! And I’ll tell you about mine, I just don’t really know what to say.”

“Was it good?” She takes a bite of her chicken salad sandwich, but her eyes never leave you, eager for an answer.

“It was really good,” you tell her.

Nancy looks around and sees there’s a mom with her two kids sitting not far from you and she frowns. It seems she’ll have to talk in code.

“Did you…get there?” she asks.

You clocked the small family the minute you sat down, so you know Nancy’s trying to be conscientious for their sake.

“I did,” you say, a smile pulling at the corner of your lips.

“During?” Nancy sounds astounded. Not only did most girls not reach orgasm from penetration during sex the first time, but Nancy didn’t either.

“Before. When he, um…” You can’t think of a way to phrase it without it being crass, so you just tap your finger against your lips.

Nancy’s brain processes it quickly and her mouth drops open.

“Lucky you!” she says with a smirk. “I don’t know how many times Steve and I did it until he finally got to that.”

“Eddie said he liked it,” you tell her.

“Steve does too, I think. He’s never said it, but the longer we’ve been together, the more he wants to do that.”

“We’ve got generous boyfriends,” you tell her with a teasing wink.

“So, it’s official? You’re his girlfriend?” she asks.

“Officially, I am. Which actually changes the rules of the game for me.”

“What rules?” Nancy asks. “What game?”

“Secret Santa,” you tell her. “Rules were couples can’t have their boyfriend or girlfriend since they’ll already get them a gift. I didn’t pick Eddie, but now that I’m his girlfriend I guess I have to find a pretty damn good gift for him, huh?”

“That doesn’t change the rules then,” Nancy says with a laugh. “As long as he didn’t pick you, nothing changes. Except that you’re buying Eddie something.”

“I would’ve done that anyway,” you admit with a sheepish smile. “And no, he did not pick me for secret Santa. I did help him find the present he is giving, though.”

“There are some cute stores just a few blocks over. We could go there once we’re done eating?” Nancy offers.

“Perfect.”

The grilled cheese on your plate finally gets your attention as Nancy’s questions have slowed. But they still came.

“Did it hurt? Or just, like, uncomfortable?”

“Have you been on top yet?”

“So…how big?”

That last question got a potato chip thrown her way. But truthfully, it was nice to have a friend to talk to about all of this. Nancy understood. She knows Eddie, she’s the reason you met to begin with so she’s been invested from the start.

Once you’ve finished lunch, Nancy takes you to the stores she mentioned, and the two of you stroll around, seeing if anything catches your eye. Nancy already has her gifts for her secret Santa, Steve, and her family, so she’s just here to help you now. You browse for a few hours, neither of you having anywhere else you need to be. It’s nice to have a girl’s shopping trip with Nancy, though. Sure, you hung out constantly at school, but this was different. You weren’t talking about tests or papers. You weren’t bitching about professors or roommates. You were in Nancy’s hometown - where you feel just as at home - shopping for Christmas presents with your best friend.

The stores you went to turned out to be successful, and you clutched the bag holding Eddie’s gifts in your lap the entire drive back to Forest Hills. When you hug Nancy goodbye, she says she’ll see you in two days at the party. You tell her you can’t wait and wave as she drives off.

No one’s home when you walk inside, which feels a little odd. Wayne had already left for work, and Eddie hadn’t come home from work yet. You wander around the trailer, looking at the different hats hung on the walls, counting how many different metal bands are featured on t-shirts scattered around Eddie’s room, but then decide to do something useful.

Rummaging in the kitchen leaves you with limited options, but you can work with what they’ve got. By the time Eddie is walking through the door, the trailer smells like a starving man’s dream - which Eddie is currently considering himself.

“Holy shit,” he says as he sees you working in the kitchen. “Come home from a long day at work, just wanting my girl, and here she is making me dinner? Jesus Christ, what did I do right in a past life to deserve this?”

You chuckle and shake your head at his dramatics.

“It’s nothing fancy, Eddie.”

He goes to strip himself of his oily t-shirt, a habit that he usually does after coming home from work, but he sees oil in a pan and senses there’s a chance of splatter. The last thing he needs is another type of oil to be his enemy.

“What is it?” Eddie comes up behind you and runs his hands up and down your sides.

“Chicken.”

“Why’s it look all crispy and good and shit?”

You turn in his arms so you can give him a proper kiss hello.

“I covered the chicken in butter and ritz crackers. Super easy. Super tasty.”

“My woman’s a genius,” Eddie says, going in for another kiss.

“How was your day?” you ask.

“Long,” he says with a sigh. “I’m usually fine at work, it never seems too boring. But today all I could think about was the fact that you’re here, in Hawkins, and I wasn’t with you.”

“You’re with me now,” you tell him. “And you helped fix cars that people need for their jobs and to take their families places. So you did good.”

Eddie’s smile is bashful and he presses a kiss to your forehead before walking out of the kitchen.

“M’gonna go change,” he tells you as he starts down the hall.

Eddie would never admit it - maybe to you one day, but not yet - but he always wanted this kind of domestic life. It always seemed so foreign to him, never having it, but always seeing it in friend’s families and in television and movies. When he walked in the door and saw you cooking, it hit him that this is what he wants. He wants to come home to you everyday, or have you come home to him. Whoever gets home first would make dinner, then you’d eat it together and talk about your days, just like you’re doing now. It’s pure domestic bliss and he’s mentally kicking himself because that does not go with the metal head persona he’s got going on.

When you go to bed, you’re both already taking your clothes off before you’ve even crossed the threshold to the bedroom. This is also part of what Eddie wants. To hold you in his arms every night, to make you moan and whimper and call out his name in pleasure. He wants to take care of you, in every sense of the word.

Once you’ve gone three rounds, you're both thoroughly exhausted. But as he pulls you to his chest afterward and you press your nose against his shoulder, placing soft kisses along his skin, the word smacks him in the face.

Love.

This overwhelming feeling of needing you, wanting you, but wanting you to live the wonderful life you’ve built before you even met, too. Eddie wants the world for you and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t help you get it.

“I’ve got a question,” Eddie says.

You hum against his skin in acknowledgment.

“I’m not asking for, like, now, okay? I don’t want you to freak you.”

Frown pinching your face, you look up at him and melt under the large doe eyes he’s giving you. You’re pretty sure he doesn’t even know he’s doing it.

“Okay…” you start. “What is it?”

“Do you want kids? You know, someday.” His fingers trail up and down your bare back in a soothing manner as he speaks.

“I do,” you tell him with a smile. “What about you?”

“Yeah,” he admits. “Used to think I never wanted them. But, I don’t know, it doesn’t seem as scary anymore.”

“You can take a test run with my niece one day. She’s seven and a total firecracker,” you say.

“I’d love to meet your other favorite person,” Eddie says.

In the morning, you whine when Eddie starts to get out of bed to get ready for work. All you want is him snuggled up next to you, keeping each other warm in the cozy space.

“I’ll see you tonight, baby,” Eddie promises with a kiss on the forehead.

When you finally force yourself out of bed, you dress in warm clothes and tug on your boots. You’re pretty sure you remember which trailer Max came out of the other day, so you roll the dice and knock on the door. The redhead herself answers, and smiles when she sees you standing there.

“Hey,” she says. “What’s up?”

“Well, you said we could hang out when Eddie’s at work. And…well, he’s at work,” you say with a nervous chuckle.

“Totally,” Max says. Then she realizes how cold you must be so she steps aside so you can come in. You rub your hands together and blow some hot breath on them. It helps a little.

Growing up, being the little sister sucked. You got less time with your dad before he passed, you got abandoned when your sister left you with your then-alcoholic mom the moment she turned eighteen, and you had no choice but to raise yourself because the older people weren’t there for you. You’d always imagined you had a little sister to play with in those moments when it just became too much. You’d imagine a girl a few years younger than you who made you laugh when you needed it. You see every single quality you gave to your imaginary sister in Max.

She tells you about Lucas, and hanging out with the guys, and once she realizes you know about the Upside Down, it’s like a weight has been lifted off her chest. She can talk about it to someone who will believe her and actually listen. So, Max tells you her story. From the moment she moved to Hawkins with her asshole ex step-father and her step-brother, to when she finally woke up in the hospital, barely remembering anything that had happened to land her in there. As she’s finishing up, you realize that she needed this. She needed to tell someone about everything she went through. Someone who wasn’t there, who didn’t already know. It was probably itching her to tell her mom, and though you’re nowhere close to that, you think maybe this helped ease the burden she felt a little bit.

For lunch, Max encourages you to try a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich, which you have to admit tasted pretty damn good. You’re glad to see there’s still some kid left in her, even after all the awful shit she’s been through in her life.

“So, who’d you get for secret Santa?” Max asks as you two wash the dishes together.

You almost spill, having already told Eddie and Nancy. But you catch yourself at the last moment and shrug your shoulders, hoping it seems nonchalant.

“You’ll see tomorrow, I guess,” you say.

“Come on,” Max says. She takes a plate from you and dries it off with the towel. “What if I tell you who I got?”

“Still not telling.”

“You’re telling me you don’t want to know who I’ve got?” Max asks.

“I didn’t say that.” You can’t help the smile from forming on your lips. Of course you want to know. “You’re more than welcome to tell me, but I’m not telling you.”

“Ugh, fine.” She’s silent as she dries the next plate so you assume she’s not going to tell you. But it seems like she can’t hold it in. “I got Steve.”

“Oh, really?” You chuckle as you turn the faucet off. “What’s Steve got to look forward to getting tomorrow?”

Max laughs, and it sounds slightly diabolical.

“I got him the ugliest sweater I found at the store.”

“Why?” The thought of Steve in an ugly Christmas sweater is pretty hilarious though.

“Watch,” she says as she walks back over to the couch. “When he opens it he’s going to say he loves it. I’d put money on it.”

“And why’s that?” you say, sitting down next to her.

“Because he loves me so much. I don’t think he’d ever say it out loud, but he totally does. He’s taken on the role of being my big brother, and that was even before I was in the hospital. After? He’s like a damn mother hen.”

“So, you bought the ugliest sweater on purpose? To test his love for you?” you ask.

“I don’t need to test it,” she says with a scoff. “This is purely for a good laugh.”

“I knew I liked you,” you tell her.

Max tells you that she’s not sure when her mom will be home from work, and you relate to that too much, so you invite her over to the Munson trailer for dinner. She helps you make spaghetti that’ll be ready by the time Eddie comes home, and you tell her more about your home life as you get everything together.

“So, your sister just…left you? Even though she knows what your mom is like?”

“Pretty much,” you say with a sigh. “She was only eighteen, so I get that she couldn’t support me. But I’d hoped she’d come back for me. Two years later she was pregnant though, so I knew she’d never come take me away.”

“Jesus. How old were you?” Max asks.

“Eight when she left. Ten when Chloe was born.”

“Chloe’s your niece?”

“She is.” You just can’t help the fond smile on your face whenever you talk about her. Max takes notice.

“You’re the cool aunt, huh?”

A laugh comes out and you nod your head.

“I am. Her dad’s sister is a total bitch, so I’d win anyway, but I’m still her favorite.”

The loud engine and blaring music from Eddie’s van reaches your ears and you roll your eyes in a fond way. You know the minute it starts to get warmer outside he’s going to want to have sex in the back of it. He needs to make it smell better in there, then.

“I hate that stupid thing,” Max says as Eddie’s brakes squeal.

“Honey, I’m home! Oh. Hi, Max.” He ruffles her hair as he passes her, leaving her huffing and reaching up to fix it. He gives you a soft kiss as he tosses his keys down on the counter, adjusting a package under his arm. “Smells good.”

“Thanks,” you say. “What’s that you’ve got?”

“Robin’s gift,” he says. “Just gotta wrap it. But later. Now, I’m starving.”

“It’s almost done. Go change.”

Max’s eyes dart back and forth between the two of you, amusement lighting her features. You give her a questioning look as Eddie goes down the hall to the bedroom.

“You’re like a couple in a 50’s sitcom,” she says.

“Calling me a housewife?” you ask with a smirk. You drain the water out of the pasta and Max takes the sauce off the burner.

“That’s not a bad thing!” Max says.

“I agree,” you tell her. “It’s hard work.”

“Is that what you want?” Max asks. She pours the sauce over the pasta and you begin to mix it together.

“I don’t know,” you say. “Not right away. Maybe eventually, though. I’d like to have a career. But when the day comes that I have kids? I think I’d like it.”

“Aww, you wanna be a mom?” Max teases.

“What?” Eddie asks as he comes back into the kitchen.

“Your girlfriend wants babies,” Max tells him.

“I know,” he says, opening the fridge and pulling a beer out. “We literally had that discussion last night.”

“You what?” Max asks. “Are you guys crazy? You’ve barely been a couple!”

Eddie rolls his eyes and you let out a laugh.

“Not like, tomorrow, Max!” you say. “One day. Far in the future.”

“Yeah, why do you seem the most freaked out about us having kids?” Eddie asks, giving her a playful shove as he walks by you. “You’d only be the babysitter.”

“I’m the Steve here?” Max asks.

“Eh, you’re right,” Eddie says as he plops down on a barstool. “I don’t think we’d trust you enough for that.”

“Here,” Max says, dropping a plate of spaghetti in front of Eddie. “I poisoned it. Enjoy.”

There’s not much to do the next day before the party at Steve’s. So once you’ve officially worn Eddie out enough that he lets you out of bed, you take a look around the kitchen and talk Eddie into taking you to the store so you can buy ingredients for cookies. As you make them, he keeps trying to steal dough, so you’re forced to threaten him with no sex tonight if he doesn’t stop. It’s an empty threat and you both know it, but it works.

While the cookies are in the oven, Eddie breaks out the wrapping paper and you wrap your gift for Max while he wraps his for Robin. Once they’re all nice and fancy looking, Eddie asks you to help him pick out an outfit for the party. He’d look drop dead gorgeous in anything, but you can’t say no to him when he turns those doe eyes on you. He sits on his bed while you dig around in his closet. Towards the back you find a long sleeved green t-shirt and you pull it out.

“This!”

Eddie catches the shirt when you toss it at him and he looks it over.

“Yeah?” he asks.

“Green is a Christmas color, plus it looks really good with your eyes,” you tell him.

Eddie smirks and whips off the Metallica tee he’s wearing, eyes never leaving yours. You don’t back down from the stare, raising an eyebrow at him as he sits there shirtless.

“You’re going to get cold,” you tell him. He shakes his head but you know he’s full of shit because his nipples are so pebbled. After holding out for a minute, he groans and slips the green shirt on over his head.

“Black jeans and your leather jacket will work with it.” You walk over to perch yourself on Eddie’s leg. “I’d ask you to pick my outfit but I’d be a little scared.”

“Oh no, I’ll do it.” Eddie smirks and tosses you back on his bed so he can walk over to your suitcase. He sits down in front of it and thoughtfully goes through your articles of clothing.

“See anything you like?” you ask.

“Besides your bras and panties?” he asks, and you don’t have to see his face to know he’s smirking.

“I think I’d be cold if that’s all I wore.”

“You’ll just have to wear them, and only them, when we get back to my nice warm room,” Eddie says.

“Wow, you want me wearing that much clothing?”

“Good point.” Eddie tosses a piece of clothing over his head and you have to dart to the left to catch it.

“This is a cute cardigan,” you say, holding the purple material in your lap. “Kind of need something under it.”

“Is there a dress in here?” Eddie asks.

“A few,” you say. “Uh, black one, blue one, and green one that I’m wearing tomorrow.”

“Black works with purple, right?” Eddie asks and you hum in confirmation. “Aha!” Eddie stands up, brandishing the dress above his head.

He stands there and watches you change, of course, a dopey smile on his face the whole time. While you add a touch of makeup, Eddie changes into his black jeans and puts the cookies in a bowl to take with you. If one or two don’t make it in the bowl, he’s sure no one will notice.

Eddie helps you into your coat, then you’re out and on your way to Steve’s.

When you get there, the house is already loud and crowded, not that you expected anything different. Eddie drops your gifts on the pile and you join the rest of the gang in the living room.

“Hey!” Robin calls when she sees you. She makes her way over to you, almost tripping on her feet as she does. “Ooh, you made cookies!”

“Cookies?” Mike’s head snaps up and he looks in your direction. You shake the bowl at him like you’d shake treats at a dog, and he’s by your side in the blink of an eye. “How are you?” he asks, but doesn’t stick around to hear the answer before he’s walking away with the baked goods.

Nancy walks out of the kitchen, bottle of wine in her hand and a smile lights her face when she sees you.

“Hey! Want some wine?” she asks.

“Always,” you say. She tugs you over to a couch with her and pours both of you a glass. You sit shoulder to shoulder, leaning back on the couch as you enjoy your glasses of merlot, and you breathe a contented sigh. You didn’t realize how much you’d missed being around this gang.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Nancy says, as if she was reading your mind.

“Me too,” you say. “Makes me not want to go back to Boston. Again.”

“You may be the only person who prefers Hawkins to Boston,” she says.

“Boston has you,” you say. “Hawkins has you and Eddie.”

Nancy chuckles and nods her head.

“Fair enough.”

Max walks over and sits down on the other side of you. She raises an eyebrow as she looks over the rim of your glass.

“Can I have some?” she asks.

“No,” you and Nancy say at the same time.

“You guys aren’t 21!” Max argues.

“Closer than you,” you tell her.

The redhead huffs and crosses her arms over her chest.

At dinner, you sit between Eddie and Will, who you notice are more alike than you thought. They talk about D&D, art, books, over you during the meal, with you piping in here and there. Will starts to ask you about Boston and school, and he tells you he’s probably going to major in art, but he might minor in psychology. You tell him about your classes, which ones you like, which ones you find boring.

Dustin sits on the other side of Eddie and keeps trying to say kind things to him to make up for hitting the back of his van a few days ago. Eddie insists on acting like he’s still pissed at the boy, but the truth is that Eddie is secretly finding it all hilarious.

Looking over, you see Nancy sitting between Steve and Lucas, and the two guys are arguing about a basketball game. She widens her eyes when she meets your gaze, mouthing the words “help me” to you. You chuckle and give her a helpless shrug.

Eddie takes your hand under the table and gives it a squeeze. Lacing your fingers with his, you give a squeeze in return. Across the table from Eddie, El is giving the two of you a smile. As you return the gesture, you realize this is the first time you’re seeing her since finding out she basically has super powers. Then you get in your head and tell yourself not to stare, but of course once that’s in your head, it’s all you can think about. Like Eddie can sense where your mind has gone, he leans in towards you and whispers in your ear.

“Doing okay, baby?”

“Mhmm,” you say. “You full yet?”

“Never,” he says with a smirk.

“Really? Even after sneaking those cookies?”

“You saw me?”

“No, but I know how many I made,” you say with a laugh. “It was not the number that was in the bowl when we got here.��

Once everyone has finished eating, Jonathan offers to help Steve clear the table while the kids start clamoring to open presents. Nancy, stepping in as the deputy mom of the group, tells them that we can all get to presents quicker if they help clean up. It doesn’t work, but it was a valiant try.

They finally get their way, though, and Mike and Eddie carry in all of the gifts, piling them up on the Harrington’s coffee table.

“Who goes first?” El asks.

“I think there should be a fight to the death to decide,” Robin says.

“What’s the prize?” Dustin asks. “Dying?”

“As someone who almost died this year, maybe it should be me,” Max says.

“I’m sorry, who came closer?” Eddie asks her, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh my God,” Steve says, running his hands through his hair in exasperation. “El, you go first.”

With a smile on her face, El leans forward to find the present with her name on it. She picks it from the pile and sets the box on her lap. Everyone’s quiet as she rips into the paper, waiting to see what she’s got.

“Remember,” Dustin says. “You’ve got to guess who gave it to you.”

El nods as she pulls the top off the box. She pulls out a pair of overalls that have different colorful patches all over them. All eyes turn to Robin, who has a smirk on her face because she’s wearing the exact same outfit.

“Robin?” El asks with a laugh.

“I thought you might like to have matching outfits!”

“It’s great,” El says, looking back down at the outfit. She doesn’t look like she’s patronizing either, you notice, it seems to mean a lot that El received a matching outfit with her friend. “Thank you.”

“You are very welcome,” Robin says. “Do I pick mine now?”

“Yeah,” Lucas says.

Robin wiggles her fingers as she leans forward to inspect the pile of presents.

“Aha!” she snatches hers up and shakes the box next to her ear. You try not to laugh, Eddie rolling his eyes next to you.

She’s not careful about ripping through the paper, and you can basically hear Eddie’s jaw clenching as he remembers how long it took him to wrap it. Robin lifts the lid of the shoebox and pulls out one of the painted converse.

“Whoa,” Robin says. She turns the shoe in front of her face. The Hellfire logo looks amazing painted on the outside of the shoe, while the instep is decorated with different types of dice that are used in D&D. “This is sick.” She sets the shoe back in the box and pulls out the other one, painted with “Corroded Coffin” on the outside, musical notes on the instep. “These are so cool. But I wonder who gave them to me…”

She whips her head to the side and gives Eddie a smirk.

“They’re hand painted,” Eddie tells her.

“Shit, really?” She takes another look at the shoes, jaw dropping in awe. “I’m afraid to wear these now.”

“I was told they’re fine even out in the rain. Snow? I’m not so sure,” Eddie says.

“Thank you!” Robin drops the shoe back in the box and lunges over Max’s lap to hug Eddie. He’s startled at first, but pats her back when he recovers.

“You’re turn,” Dustin tells Eddie. Eddie’s gift is in a flat, square box and you instantly have an idea of what could be inside. You’re proven right when he opens it to find four new vinyl records.

“Hey!” he calls out happily. “Metallica, Ozzy, all the good shit. This is the best.” He narrows his eyes as he looks around the circle of friends, trying to find out who gave them to him. His tongue pokes out of his lips as he thinks, and that’s quickly become one of your favorite habits of his. Eddie and his damn tongue.

“Take a guess,” Mike says and Eddie waves him off.

“I’m thinking,” he says. “Uh, Lucas?”

“Nope,” Lucas says, shaking his head.

“Shit,” Eddie says, resting the albums in his lap. “I’m the first one to get it wrong.”

“To be fair,” Robin says, “yours is the hardest one so far.”

“Yeah, only you would give Corroded Coffin and Hellfire shoes,” Max says. “And Robin’s literally wearing a replica of her gift.”

“So who was it?” Eddie asks.

Nancy raises her hand, a shy smile on her lips.

“Wheeler! Thank you. Really, I love them,” Eddie tells her.

“You’re welcome,” Nancy says.

“Who goes now since Eddie guessed wrong?” Will asks.

“Since this isn’t even officially a game, I don’t think,” Steve says with a shrug. “Nancy can pick.”

“Mike looks impatient,” Nancy muses. “So not him. Um, Lucas. You can go.”

Lucas grins as he digs his present out of the pile. The box is kind of large, but when he opens it to see an official Boston Celtics basketball, he stands up so quickly the box gets knocked to the floor.

“Holy shit!” he yells. “This is the coolest thing ever!”

“Whoa,” Steve says, getting up to look at the ball as well.

“It’s a ball,” Eddie whispers in your ear and you pinch his thigh, making him snort.

“There’s two people here who spend their time in Boston. And one was already outed as giving a gift, so…” His gaze falls on you but you shrug your shoulders.

“Sorry, wasn’t me.”

“Who?”

El giggles and waves her hand at him.

“I had Nancy get it for me,” she says. Lucas wraps her up in a hug that almost suffocates the small girl.

“Another wrong guess. El can pick,” Nancy says.

El picks Jonathan, whose gift is a set of film and developing solution. He guesses it’s from Max, which is wrong. Lucas takes credit for the gift, then picks Will to go next. His present, to no one’s real surprise, is art supplies. He would’ve guessed Eddie since they have that hobby in common, but Eddie had already been called. Will’s not sure but guesses Max, which was incorrect. Steve stands up and takes a bow, glad that he wasn’t guessed correctly for the present. Max picks Nancy to go next, and she opens her small box to see a beautiful silver tennis bracelet. It’s gorgeous and dainty, and just exactly what Nancy would wear. Nancy guesses Will and she’s right. There’s a cheer from the group, because she’s the first one to guess correctly in a while. Will chooses Mike to go next, whose gift is a new outfit, consisting of a t-shirt, button up shirt, and pants. He looks stumped on who gave it to him before he notices the clothing label and something seems to click in his mind.

“Jonathan! These are the clothes Argyle was saying he’d get me when we were in California,” Mike says and Jonathan shrugs sheepishly.

“You didn’t get them then, so you get them now.”

Since Jonathan already opened his, he declares it your turn to open your gift. You’re not expecting a particularly thought out gift, just because no one here knew you particularly well, and you knew neither Nancy nor Eddie had pulled your name. But when you spy your present inside the box you know exactly who gave it to you. With a laugh, you pull a stuffed Ewok out of the box, and upon closer inspection, you notice he’s wearing a pick necklace just like your boyfriend’s. You hug the toy to your chest and smile at the only person in the room you remember talking about Ewoks with.

“Dustin!”

The boy grins and shrugs his shoulders.

“What can I say? I couldn’t resist.”

“It’s perfect,” you tell him. “My little metal Ewok.”

“I thought that was me,” Eddie says with a smirk.

“You’re the metal teddy bear,” you remind him. “Get it right.”

“Dustin’s turn,” Robin says.

Dustin unwraps a package stuffed with new books. His face lights up as he goes through them, rambling off title after title and author after author as he looks them over. He correctly guesses that Mike gave them to him, and Mike chooses Max to be the next one to open her present. Now that most of the gifts have been revealed, Max only has two options to guess from. It’s either you or herself, so that makes it an easy choice.

“Hmm, I wonder who,” Max says, sending you a smirk as she tears into the wrapping paper. When she pulls out her new skateboard her jaw drops open. She runs her hand along it before flipping it over and seeing the artwork on the deck.

“No way.” There’s a painted picture of Wonder Woman on the bottom and Max’s eyes are wide in astonishment. It makes you feel proud that you found that for her. You’d already liked Max from the first time you met her, but you’d come to know her even more on this trip and become her friend.

“This is…wow,” Max says. She’s shaking her head, like she can’t believe what she’s holding. “Thank you so much.” She turns to you and gives you a smile that’s pure joy. For a moment it reminds you of Chloe’s smile when she gets very excited.

“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “I saw it and had to get it. Eddie did give me some clues about what you like, though.”

“This damn snow needs to melt so I can ride it,” Max says, still staring at the board.

There’s only one gift left and it’s for Steve. But he knows Max is the only one who hasn’t claimed a gift given yet, so this is obviously from her. It’s good it worked out this way though, because it further tests Max’s theory that Steve’s going to say he likes the sweater just because Max gave it to him. The redhead’s grin would look excited to anyone else, but you could see it for the maniacal smile it was.

Steve opens the box and stares down at the sweater inside. His mouth is hanging open and his eyebrows raise up.

“Oh,” he says. “Wow.”

“What is it?” Mike asks.

Steve picks up the sweater and holds it up against his chest. Max wasn’t lying. It’s one of the ugliest things you’ve ever seen. It’s blue and white, dotted in snowflakes and candy canes, and right in the middle of the chest there’s a gray cat wearing a Santa hat. Steve nods his head as he looks down at it.

“It’s…great,” he says, and you have to turn your head away to keep from laughing. Max is still grinning at him when Steve meets her eyes. “Thank you, Max. I love it.”

“I’m so glad,” Max says with fake cheeriness. “I saw it and immediately thought of you.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks, though his voice sounds strained.

Max nods enthusiastically and you have no idea how she's managing not to laugh. You volunteer to help with the clean up, and as you pass Max she smirks and whispers, “Told you.”

Steve heads into the kitchen to toss some of the wrapping paper away, but Eddie stops you as you go to follow behind him.

“Sit, princess,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ve got it.” He takes the garbage from you and heads towards the kitchen.

Giving him a grateful smile, you sit down next to Max on the couch and look at her new skateboard with her. Eddie tosses the garbage out in the big bag Steve got out, but he stops his friend from going back out into the living room.

“Dude, I need to talk to you,” Eddie says.

Steve shrugs and puts his hands on his hips.

“What’s up?”

Eddie chews over his bottom lip and slips his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He wasn’t sure how to start this conversation without sounding like a complete idiot.

“Spit it out, man,” Steve says.

“It’s just…fuck, it’s going to sound crazy,” Eddie says.

“A lot of the things you say do.”

Eddie throws a glare his way before he begins to pace back and forth in front of the sink.

“I know I’ve only known her a month,” Eddie says. “And I don’t know, I don’t have any sort of reference for this. But, like…shit.”

Steve tilts his head to the side, waiting for Eddie to get to the point.

“I think I love her,” Eddie says, halting his motions and coming to stand in front of Steve. “Is that crazy?”

Steve shrugs his shoulders and leans against the counter.

“I wouldn’t say it’s crazy. A little fast, yeah? But since when do you do things like everyone else anyway?”

Eddie rubs his hands over his face and Steve lets out a sigh.

“Look,” Steve says. “No one else can tell you when you’re in love or not. It’s just something you know.”

“I do,” Eddie says, nodding his head. “I do know. God, I love her so much.”

“Then you love her,” Steve says. “What’s the problem?”

“I just feel like if this was anyone else I would be saying that they’re crazy. Saying it’s not possible to fall in love so fast. Especially with someone they’ve only communicated with by phone the majority of the time they’ve known them.”

“But it’s not someone else, it’s you. And who gives a shit what anyone else thinks? You of all people have never cared about that,” Steve says.

“I care what she thinks,” Eddie says, gesturing towards the living room. “I don’t want to scare her.”

“Then don’t tell her yet,” Steve says.

“I’ve already almost let it slip. It’s just a matter of time.”

“Dude, you’re too much in your own head about all of this. You guys are great together. Like, it sounds straight out of a fairytale type of great. Just keep doing what you’re doing. It’s obviously working.”

Eddie nods and comes to lean on the counter next to Steve.

“How quick until you loved Nancy?” Eddie asks.

Steve scratches at his neck, eyes looking up as he searches his memories.

“Maybe between two and three months,” he says. “But I never stopped. Does that make me crazy? That even though she and I were broken up for years, she had a serious boyfriend, and I went on countless dates, I still loved her the whole time? Everyone’s love story is different, Munson. None of them are supposed to be the same or they wouldn’t be special and yours.”

Eddie lets out a deep breath and nods his head.

“Thanks, Harrington.”

“You’re not going to pop the question, are you?” Steve asks.

“No!” Eddie rolls his eyes. “I’m dumb, but I’m not that dumb. We have talked about kids, though. Not like, for now. But talked about if we both want kids in the future.”

“That’s good,” Steve says. “Nance and I have those conversations too. Even if something is years off, it’s still good to know where you both stand.”

“When’d you become the guy to go to for dating advice?” Eddie asks with a smirk.

“Some of it I’ve just absorbed from Robin talking so much,” Steve says. “But Nance and I are really good now. I was bound to learn some things at some point.”

Dustin walks into the kitchen and stops short when he sees the two guys standing there.

“Is everything okay?” he asks.

Eddie walks over and slings his arm over Dustin’s shoulders.

“You’re forgiven,” Eddie says. “You’ve made it up to me.”

“Really?” Dustin asks excitedly.

“Made up for what?” Steve asks.

“When he hit my van,” Eddie says.

“With a car?” Steve’s eyes look like they’re going to pop out of his head.

“Drivers Ed class,” Dustin mumbles.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve says, running a hand over his face. “You’re never driving my car. Not even when you’re thirty.”

“What did I do to make it up to you?” Dustin asks Eddie, ignoring Steve’s remark.

“The Ewok with the pick necklace. She loves it. Like, she really fucking loves it. And you put that smile on her face, so we’re all good.”

“Sweet,” Dustin says.

“He’s forgiven for hitting your car because he got a teddy bear?” Steve asks.

“It’s not a teddy bear,” Eddie and Dustin say at the same time.

Christmas mornings had become less magical since you’d grown up. That thrill of excitement that shoots through you when you see what Santa’s put beneath the tree for you. As you got older, you didn’t care about getting up early to open any gifts. You’d rather get the extra sleep. But this year, waking up in Eddie’s arms, there’s a whole new type of magic surrounding you. He’s still asleep when you open your eyes, and you smile at the sight of him, lips slightly parted, chest steadily rising up and down, his eyelashes fluttering. Your mind cannot comprehend that at one point the whole town hated this sweet boy.

You can tell Eddie’s waking by the way he squirms a little, muscles stretching as life is breathed back into them. He lets out a sigh as he lifts one arm above his head to loosen it up. His eyes blink open and a sleepy smile comes to his lips when he sees you’re already up.

“Merry Christmas,” you say.

“Merry Christmas, gorgeous.”

“How’d you sleep?” he asks, voice still a little hoarse.

“Good. I was exhausted last night,” you say.

“From the party or our after party?” Eddie asks with a smirk.

“Both!”

Eddie chuckles and there’s a soft knock on the door.

“Everyone decent?” Wayne calls.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mumbles. He rubs one of his eyes with the palm of his hand and peeks under the covers to make sure he’s still got his boxers on. You, of course, had slipped into one of Eddie’s shirts, so you were presentable from the waist up.

“Come in.”

“Merry Christmas,” Wayne says with a smile, eyes crinkled in the corners. “I ran out and got us some doughnuts for breakfast.”

That’s got Eddie sliding out from under the blankets and rummaging around for pants to put on.

“We’ll be right there,” you say. You’ve got to stay put in the bed since you only have your panties on your bottom.

Wayne nods and closes the door behind him.

Both of you and Eddie dressed in warm and comfortable clothes you’d found scattered around the room. The box of donuts is on the coffee table, so Eddie sits on the couch and pulls you down beside him.

“I suppose you want Boston cream,” Eddie says with a smirk.

“You’re so cheesy,” you say, laughing.

He hands you the donut anyway, and practically inhales a glazed donut whole. While you’re still working on your first one, he eats a jelly filled one in two bites.

“Alright,” Eddie says when you’re done. He rubs his hands together in anticipation. “Presents.” He slips off the couch and sits in front of the tree. You come down to join him and he taps his hand against your knee as he looks over the handful of packages laying in wait.

“Wayne first.” Eddie picks up a present with his uncle’s name on it and tosses it over his head to the man. “That’s from the lovely lady sitting on my right.”

Inside there’s a green and gray flannel buried in a mountain of tissue paper, and Wayne smiles as he appraises it.

“Thanks, doll,” he says. “Don’t think I’ve got a green one.”

“Thought it might make you blend in a bit more when you’re fishing,” you say.

“You think the fish can see him up on land?” Eddie asks but Wayne throws a ball of tissue paper at his head before you can respond.

“I’ll save the best for last,” Eddie says. “So I’ll open next.” He picks up Wayne’s gift to him, a small box, and he shakes it near his ear. Since no sound provides him with any clues, he rips the paper off and opens the box. “Oh, thank God! Or well - Wayne. Thank you!” Eddie pulls out new guitar strings and a small baggie stuffed to the brim with picks. “Gonna be playing with my sweetheart later.”

Eddie’s looking down at the gift in his lap as he says it, but you can still see the smirk. You feel the tips of your ears turn red and reach forward to grab a present labeled to you from Wayne.

It’s a larger, flat box that you lay in your lap. Eddie sets the accessories for his guitar down to watch as you strip the box of its paper. Lifting the lid, you gasp when you see the neatly folded kitchen apron. It’s a turquoise material, soft under your fingertips as you touch it. But the best part is your name stitched on the apron in big, purple letters. You lift it from the box and hold the material tight to your chest.

“I love it! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Wayne chuckles and nods his head.

“Knew after you’ve been cooking for us so well that I should repay the favor. And I figured since you like to be in the kitchen it’ll come in handy.”

“It’s perfect,” you say. “I’m constantly getting flour all over myself, so this will save me from doing a lot of extra laundry.”

Eddie leans forward and scoops up a small box from under the tree.

“Here,” he says, tossing it to Wayne. Once Wayne’s ripped the paper off, he starts laughing, dropping his head forward as his shoulders shake. Eddie’s smirking and you’re looking back and forth between them in confusion.

Wayne holds up the small box and you see it’s a box of condoms.

“Eddie!” But you’re laughing too, not able to actually scold him.

“Ribbed, for your lady friend’s pleasure,” Eddie says and you fall forward in laughter, your head resting on Eddie’s knee.

“You think you’re so funny, boy,” Wayne says, laughter still in his voice as well.

“Well, here.” Wayne tosses a small box to Eddie. When he catches it you see it’s a different box of condoms, this one with a nice red bow taped to it. “We don’t want no little Munsons around here anytime soon.”

Both you and Eddie blush - but definitely more you - despite the fact that you’re both laughing.

There are two more boxes under the tree and one of them is for you.

“I really hope those aren’t condoms,” you say.

“You’ll have to wait and see!” Eddie says as he scoops up his gift from you. It’s a small box, and yet again, he shakes it. There’s a light rattling coming from inside and his brow pinches together.

“Will you stop shaking it?” you ask with a laugh.

“That’s no fun,” Eddie says, but he stops. He rips open the paper and almost rips the small box as he tries to open it. His face splits into a grin when he looks inside. There’s a silver ring with a pair of skeletons hands making a heart. He picks it up out of the box and inspects it in the light. “I love it.”

As you watch his eyes trail over the details, you see him pause when he sees there’s an inscription inside.

“The date we met,” Eddie says. November 28, 1986 is engraved on the inside of the silver ring, and Eddie’s sure he’s never come closer to crying when he’s gotten a gift. “Best day of my life.”

You’re pretty sure he’s only saying that because Wayne is in the room. He’d definitely say it was the other day when you had sex for the first time if it was just the two of you alone.

“Mine too,” you tell him.

He leans over and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“Thank you. I love it.”

“You’re welcome,” you say.

“Your turn.” Eddie hands you a small box, a little bigger than the one his ring was in.

“Should I shake it?” you ask and he pinches your knee playfully. As impressed as you are with the care Eddie took when wrapping it, you still just tear through the paper. There’s a velvet box inside and you’re already afraid Eddie spent too much on you. Lifting the lid, a silver charm bracelet sits inside. It’s shiny and delicate, and there are three charms attached. You carefully pick it up and bring it closer to your face. The first charm is a music note, which makes you smile. It’s very Eddie. The second charm is a small phone and you blush, knowing what it represents. Eddie chuckles softly at your expression, too lowly for Wayne to hear. The last charm is a beautiful silver “E” with a little jewel dotted in the top corner. This one is automatically your favorite. Whenever you’re sitting in a boring class or just missing your boyfriend, you can look at your wrist and see the pretty reminder of him.

“Eddie, this is so beautiful,” you say. Eddie’s noticed you haven’t taken your eyes off of it yet and it fills him with pride. He’s glad he got something you truly like.

“I figured I could just add a charm every year or something. Maybe like a tradition?”

Hearing him already talk about your next Christmas and starting a tradition with you fills your eyes with tears. You refuse to let them spill over as you launch yourself at Eddie, wrapping your arms around his neck. Traditions weren’t something you had in your life. The thought of having one with Eddie makes your stomach all tingly in the best possible way.

“That sounds perfect,” you tell him. And you mean it.

He hugs you back tightly and you’re sure he can sense how much you need the embrace in that moment.

“Can I put it on you?” Eddie asks.

You nod as you pull back from him, unable to trust your own voice. He takes the bracelet from you and you hold your wrist out. Once he successfully opens the small clasp, he hooks the gift around your wrist. You turn your wrist to inspect it from all angles, heart thrumming in your chest. The silver of his new ring catches your eye and you pick it up.

“Can I put this on you then?” you ask.

“You proposing?” he asks with a smirk, and another wad of tissue paper hits his head. Eddie ignores his uncle though and slips the skull ring he has on his left ring finger and puts it on the middle finger of his right hand.

“Why don’t we wait until we’ve known each other for at least a month before we talk about marriage?” you say, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Sounds fair,” Eddie says with a shrug.

He holds his hand out and you slip the silver skeleton hands down his finger.

“I accept,” Eddie gushes playfully, holding his ringed finger up. You roll your eyes but lean forward to hug him anyway. His harms instantly encircle you and he hugs you close to him.

“Thank you, beautiful,” he mumbles against your head.

“And thank you, handsome.” You look up at him and he presses a quick but sweet kiss to your lips.

“Okay, lovebirds,” Wayne says from behind you. Red creeps on your cheeks as you pull away from Eddie and move to stand up. Eddie follows your lead and stands, bending down to pick up all the discarded wrapping paper.

“Thank you, Wayne,” you say, going over to hug him. “I’m going to use the apron when I make dinner.”

“I’m glad you like it, darlin’,” he says, patting your back.

“And thanks for these,” Eddie says, swiping up the box of condoms. “I’ll make sure and put them to good use.”

“Eddie!” You cover your face and Eddie chuckles, coming over and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Aw, baby,” he coos. “You’re so cute.”

“I’m traumatized, is what I am,” you say.

The dinner you make is simple, but you want to honor the tradition Wayne and Eddie have of having fish for Christmas. The salmon, potatoes, biscuits, and asparagus are served earlier than you’d typically eat dinner, but unfortunately Wayne had to work even though it was Christmas. He said he didn’t mind because he got to spend the morning and most of the day with you two. You manage to keep your apron clean except for one spot of potato on your chest, which Eddie offers to lick off.

After Wayne leaves for work, you and Eddie curl up on the couch, a blanket cocooning the two of you, and watch Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. When it’s over, you start to feel butterflies in your stomach as you think about the other present you bought for Eddie.

He stands up from the couch and turns the television off. The room is cloaked in darkness as he spins around and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Ready for bed?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, standing up. You follow him into his room and snatch up the shopping back that you’d hidden in your suitcase. “I’ll be right back.”

Eddie acknowledges you with a hum as you slip down the hall and into the bathroom. When you’d gone shopping the other day with Nancy, you’d bought Eddie’s ring. As you passed a lingerie store later, Nancy joked that you should buy something as a second present for him. You’d surprised her by walking into the store, leaving her outside. Her surprised face as she followed in behind you amused you more than you’d let her know.

In the mirror over the sink in the Munson bathroom, you turn to try and see yourself from all angles. It’s the first time you’ve ever worn anything like this and you feel self conscious. The black lace bustier held your boobs up and together, which even you had to admit, looked damn good. The matching panties and garters holding up the sheer black stockings made you feel sexy. It’s a weird mixture feeling self conscious and sexy at the same time. But you have no doubt Eddie will make you feel beautiful, like he always does.

You step out of the bathroom and your heart races as you make your way back to Eddie’s room. The mattress creaks, which lets you know he’s already on the bed. With a deep breath, you summon the courage and step into his doorway. He’s leaning over to his nightstand, putting the new condom box in next to the current one you’ve been going through.

“Ready to unwrap another present?” you ask. Eddie turns to answer but does a double take when he sees you, his eyes growing wide as saucers. The way he’s staring at you makes heat pool between your legs. It feels like his eyes are burning you as he rakes them up and down your body.

“Holy shit.”

You giggle as you step inside the room, making your way over to the bed. Eddie hurries off the bed, needing to touch you or he’ll combust. His hands find the strip of bare skin between the bustier and the panties, and he settles them there.

“Baby, you look so fucking sexy,” he says. “I mean, you always do, but this outfit? Fuck. You’re going to kill me.”

“Mm,” you hum, resting your hands on his chest. “No dying until I’ve had my fun with you.” You give him a gentle push and he falls back on the bed. When you sink to your knees in front of him he feels like he must be dreaming. You haven't even reached for his belt yet and he already knew he wouldn’t last long. You rub your hand over the growing bulge in his jeans and Eddie throws his head back. The way he reacts to your touch makes you smirk. The handcuff belt that used to give you trouble getting off, now you’re an expert at it as you work your hands at the waistband of his pants. Originally, you were just going to reach into his boxers and pull his cock out, but you decide you want him fully naked. He gets the hint when you start to pull his jeans and boxers down his legs and he lifts his hips to help you. Next you go for his shirt, yanking it over his head and tossing it behind you. You’ll never get over how beautiful he is. His dark hair and dark eyes framing his face, dotted with freckles and highlighted by his pink lips, already parted as his breathing increases. The pale skin of his torso, covered in both tattoos and scars, and his pretty cock, already hard and leaking precum, waiting for your attention. You run your hands up his thighs and dig your fingers in up close to his hips.

“Never done this before,” you tell him, even though he already knows. “Gonna have to tell me what you like.”

“Shit, babe,” he says, voice straining. “Pretty sure your mouth won’t be on me for a minute before I blow my load.”

“I’m doing the blowing,” you say with a pout. Eddie chuckles and reaches out to caress your face.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says.

“Eddie?” you ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I want you to cum in my mouth.”

His dick twitches and he grabs a fistful of the blankets on his bed. You can’t help but smile in satisfaction at how he reacts to your words.

“A-Are you sure?” he asks.

“Mhmm,” you hum as you wrap your hand around the base of him. He nods his head and you start to stroke him a few times. You lean in and give the head a few kitten licks, making a whine escape his throat. When you run your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock, from base to tip, he shudders and squeezes his eyes shut.

“Jesus Christ,” he pants out.

You can’t help the smile on your face, loving seeing him in so much pleasure. And the fact that you’re the one causing it is making you even wetter. You lower your mouth onto him and his hand instantly grips your hair. It’s not too tight, just enough so he grounds himself. And even though his dick is literally in your mouth, he still feels the need to touch some part of you with his hands.

Trying to remember everything you’ve heard or pieces of advice friends gave about giving head, you take more of Eddie into your mouth, not sure when or if a gag reflex will kick in. The noises he’s making above you encourage you to take him deeper, trying to relax your jaw as you go. You pull back until you’re just sucking on the tip, which has a guttural moan escaping him.

“M’close,” he says.

Your drool is leaking down his cock and you spread it with your hand as you start to pump down at the base. Eddie’s thigh muscles tense on either side of your head and you hollow out your cheeks.

“Fuck! I’m cumming.” One more bob of your head and Eddie is filling your mouth with his sticky release. You take as much of it as you can, some dribbling out the corners of your mouth. Swallowing all that he gives you, you pull back and lick over your lips, trying to get every last drop.

Eddie’s breathing hard as he looks down at you. The way you’re looking up at him through your eyelashes as you clean his cum off your face might be the prettiest sight he’s ever seen.

“How was that?” you ask.

He has no words to respond with, so instead he reaches down and pulls you up from the floor. He lays back on the bed, pulling you on top of him. You place your hand on his chest and his heart is beating so fast that you’re afraid it’s going to jump out of his skin. Hand coming up to tangle in your hair, Eddie brings you down for a messy kiss full of tongue and teeth. His hands slide down to your ass and squeeze.

“I’m not done with you and these yet,” he says, snapping the elastic of the panties against your skin.

“It’s a good thing we’ve got all night then.”

The week after Christmas is full of laughter, friends, sex, snow, and feeling more at home than you should in a place that’s never been your home. The few days Eddie has to work you either spend with Nancy or Max, once even going with Nancy to spend time at Family Video when Steve and Robin were working. The days Eddie had off all started and ended the same - naked - but each day you have a new adventure. One of the most interesting included going on a double date with Wayne and Abigail to a nice restaurant. Both Munson boys dressed in nice shirts and slacks was a rare sight and you were indeed enjoying it. Even if you did have to help both of them pick out what to wear. You’re so focused on what a good time you’re having in Hawkins, and dreading going back to school, you forget all about New Year’s Eve until Eddie brings it up.

“So,” he says once he’s finished giving you your second orgasm of the night. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“And what’s that?” you ask, trying to catch your breath.

“How would you like to go to a concert?”

“A concert?” you ask and Eddie nods. “Who’s playing?”

“Corroded Coffin.”

You sit up straight, jaw dropping open as you look at him.

“You are? I’m going to get to see your band?”

“Talked to them all today,” Eddie says. He smiles and tugs you back down so you’re laying against his chest. “Gareth got us a gig on New Year’s Eve at the place we used to play.”

“I forgot all about New Years,” you say.

“Well, this is the first year I’ll have a New Year’s kiss, so I wasn’t about to forget.”

Your thumb strokes over his skin as you press a few kisses to his bare chest.

“I’m excited!”

“Nancy, Steve, and Robin are coming too,” he tells you.

“Are they going to be embarrassed to be seen with a girl who is clearly trying to get into the lead singer’s pants?”

“Well,” Eddie says, running his fingers up and down your arm. “I hate to disappoint you, but I hear he has a girlfriend.”

“That’s a shame,” you say.

“Heard she’s gorgeous, too. Like, the most beautiful girl ever.”

“Well, he’s so sexy, he definitely deserves a girl like that.”

Eddie chuckles and leans down to press his lips against yours.

Even though it’s so cold out, you insist on wearing a Corroded Coffin t-shirt to The Hideout. You layer a cardigan over it and your coat on top as you help Eddie load his guitar and amp into the van. He stares at your ass as he helps you into the van, eyes taking in your tights and skirt.

“Being a perv?” you ask once you’re in your seat.

“For you? Always.” He presses a kiss to the back of your hand before heading around to the driver’s side.

The Hideout is pleasantly full when you arrive, and Eddie takes you backstage to introduce you to the other guys.

“This is Gareth, Jeff, and Andy,” Eddie introduces, pointing to each man in turn.

“Holy shit, she is real,” Gareth says.

Eddie rolls his eyes and rests his arm over your shoulders.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you tell them. “I’m excited to hear you perform.”

“I heard it was your idea,” Jeff says, but you shake your head.

“All I did was ask if I could hear Eddie’s band play. He took it from there.”

“You’re sticking around after the set, right?” Andy asks.

“Of course,” you say.

“Oh good, we have a hundred stories to tell you about Eddie,” Gareth says.

“Alright,” Eddie says with a sigh. “I’m going to walk you to your seat now.”

You giggle as Eddie leads you away from the guys, but you can hear one of them whispering loudly to the others as you leave.

“Damn, Eddie got a hot girlfriend.”

Your friends are already there and at a table near the stage when Eddie walks you back out to the front. Robin waves you over and you give Eddie a kiss and tell him to break a leg before you go over to them.

“Looks like we’ve got a groupie here,” Robin says, gesturing to your shirt.

“I think she’s hoping to score one of the band members,” Nancy adds with a smirk.

“Maybe,” you say with a shrug as you take your seat.

The lights dim and you squirm in your seat, excited nerves taking over your body. Steve smiles to himself as he watches you, knowing you’re just as deep in it for Eddie as he is for you.

When Eddie walks out on stage with his guitar, you squeeze your thighs together in your seat. He looks insanely sexy all the time, but seeing him strut out like a rockstar has you even more feral for him. With a smirk, he throws a wink your way as he adjusts the microphone.

“Well, hello, Hideout,” Eddie says and there are a few scattered cheers across the bar. “It’s been a minute since we’ve played together, but we’re back for a special reunion this New Year’s Eve.”

Robin subtly nudges Nancy in her ribs and nods her head towards you, where you’re looking at Eddie with almost literal heart eyes. When he begins to strum his guitar, Nancy thinks you just might pass out. By the second song you’re standing, dancing around to the band’s songs. The way you’re moving and swaying your hips has Eddie glad his guitar is held in front of his crotch.

It’s not long before your friends join you in your dancing, and eventually all people at the tables closest to the stage are on their feet. Sweat pours down Eddie’s face and you’re surprised when you have the urge to lick it off. Wouldn’t be the first time you’d licked something off of him.

During the last song, Eddie kneels down on one knee in front of you and tilts your chin up to press a possessive kiss to your lips. Your knees go weak and your tummy flip flops. When he pulls back he gives you another wink before finishing the song. It wouldn’t surprise you if your voice was gone tomorrow after shouting and screaming so loud for the band. And then maybe some more when you guys got home.

It’s 11:30 pm when the guys come out from backstage and join you at the table with the others. The bar has some music playing over the speakers now that isn’t nearly as good as Corroded Coffin’s music was, but no one’s paying any attention to it anyway. Your table is full and everyone’s shouting over one another and laughing so hard they’re practically crying. Jeff tells you about the time Eddie got detention for smoking weed in the gym, but Gareth tells you that was nothing compared to the time he got caught trying to break into a teacher’s car to try and steal the answer guide to a test. Eddie’s groaning and rolling his eyes, but you can tell he’s happy to be surrounded by his old friends. You smile to yourself how they all keep teasing him. How Wayne tries to embarrass him. It’s because they care so deeply about him.

At five minutes to midnight the bar announces the time and everyone starts to get ready for the big countdown. Somehow Steve found some party hats and everyone at the table was wearing one now. Eddie has you practically in his lap, ready for your midnight kiss. Steve has his arm around Nancy’s chair and she’s leaning into him. A girl who wandered from her own friend group over to yours is cuddled up with Jeff, so you’re pretty sure he’s set for a kiss as well. Gareth tries to talk Robin into giving him a midnight kiss but she shudders and physically pushes his face away from her when he tries to get too close.

“One minute, everyone!” a waitress calls out.

There are murmurs around the bar, then everyone begins to count down from sixty.

“To a happy New Year!” Steve says, raising his glass.

“To an amazing 1987!” Andy echoes.

All of you clink glasses in cheers before Eddie pulls you fully into his lap.

“I was going to say I don’t know how 1987 could possibly be better than 1986,” Eddie starts.

You raise an eyebrow and lean in so only he can hear you.

“You mean the year that you discovered there’s a secret dimension under your town and you almost died?”

“Let me finish,” Eddie says, tickling your sides. “I was gonna say that because 1986 is the year I met you. But I only got to know you for about five weeks this year. Next year it’ll get to be a whole fifty-two.”

It may have only been about five weeks but you already know you’ll never get used to him saying such sweet things to you. You lean in to kiss him, but he holds up a finger to your lips to stop you.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he tuts. “You still have to wait another fourteen seconds.”

The bar gets louder.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Eddie cups your jaw in his hand and presses his lips firmly against yours. One hand makes its way to his hair as you kiss him, smiling into it the whole time. When you pull apart, he’s smiling as well. He rests his forehead against yours and you tangle your fingers with his in your lap.

“Happy New Year, baby.”

“Happy New Year, Eddie.”

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