#yeah uh yeah yeah uh (spills cereal)

[saviorclaimed]

I just want to say. Optimus as a romantic partner is a very touchy kinda guy. He likes to hold his partner. We talking cuddles, gentle holds, hand on shoulder. Something. Affectionate fellow.

that's all.

[p0orbaby]

Stress Reliever

summary: important matches call for unorthodox methods

warnings: SMUT 18+, fingering, sex in a random room in a stadium? i have no clue, don’t judge

a/n: i really enjoyed writing this one, so kudos to whoever requested it !

word count: 2.7k

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You’re in the stands, sipping a warm Coke that tastes like pennies, watching as eager fans filter into the stadium. It’s an hour until kickoff, and you’re trying not to panic because you have the seat of death. The one directly behind the pole. And not just any pole—oh no, you get the thick, structural support beam that’s been placed there by some sadist with a vendetta against sports fans. You can already feel the crick forming in your neck as you angle to see the pitch, bobbing and weaving like you’re on the world’s worst first date.

“Are you—?” A voice interrupts your internal monologue, startling you so much you nearly throw your Coke onto the unlucky person next to you. You look up, expecting to see a security guard, someone here to accuse you of something you definitely did do (sneak in a flask) but absolutely won’t admit to.

Instead, it’s a woman with a headset, wearing an expression of mild impatience—like she’s had to ask someone the same question three times. Which, judging by the size of this place, she probably has.

“Yeah?” you ask, because that’s the only word your brain can offer in the moment. Well, that and hotdog but you keep that one to yourself.

“Are you—” she checks her clipboard, which you find oddly official, like you’re about to be quizzed on the periodic table or something, “—the girlfriend?”

There’s a beat where you consider denying it because the word girlfriend still sounds weird in your ears. Like you’re not old enough for it or something. Like someone’s going to come along and snatch the title away from you because you got it out of a vending machine or a cereal box.

But then the woman’s staring at you, one eyebrow slightly arched, and you realise you haven’t answered, which is definitely making this more awkward.

“Uh…yes?”

“Great.” She doesn’t even wait for you to elaborate (which is good, because you definitely wouldn’t have). “Alexia needs you”

She says it like Alexia needs you is a normal sentence. Like you’re supposed to understand what that entails, as if you’ve been through this before.

“Oh.” You blink. “Now?”

“Yeah.” Another short answer. She’s probably fun at parties.

Your brain’s processing speed is at dial-up levels right now, but you eventually nod, clambering over knees and feet, mumbling apologies as you spill half your Coke in your lap. It’s warm, wet, and uncomfortable. The perfect metaphor for your life at this moment.

The woman with the headset leads you through a labyrinth of corridors, down staircases that don’t look like they’ve been used since the stadium was built, past signs that say things like “AUTHORISED PERSONNEL ONLY” and “NO ENTRY,” which really do wonders for your anxiety. It’s as if you’re being led to the dungeons, or possibly to a secret basement where you’ll be quietly murdered before kickoff.

“Is everything…okay?” you ask, partly because you’re nervous, partly because you’re still in shock that Alexia asked for you. The Alexia Putellas, captain of Barcelona, Spanish football’s golden child. The one who should be doing pre-game rituals or eating her eighth banana by now, not…whatever this is.

“Yup,” says Headset Lady, who clearly graduated from the one-syllable academy of small talk.

You’re about to ask a follow-up question (something like are you a hostage negotiator on the side?) when she stops abruptly in front of a nondescript door that looks like it’s seen better days. There’s a small sign taped to it that reads “MEETING ROOM.” Creative.

“She’s in there,” Headset Lady says, handing you the clipboard like it’s a ticket to a secret club. You take it because refusing might lead to her finally using the taser you’re convinced she’s got hidden somewhere.

“Uh, thanks,” you say, because manners.

She gives you a curt nod, spins on her heels, and walks away without a backward glance, leaving you alone with the door, the clipboard, and a creeping sense of dread.

You’re about to knock when the door swings open and you’re pulled inside by a very strong hand. You barely manage to keep your balance, though your dignity is less fortunate.

“Jesus Christ, Alexia, a little warning?” you gasp, clutching your chest like someone’s ancient grandmother.

But Alexia isn’t listening. She’s pacing, her boots tapping out a nervous rhythm on the floor, her expression a fusion of frustration and something you can’t quite place—like she’s trying to solve a really tough maths problem but someone keeps changing all the numbers.

“Babe?” you try again, this time a little softer, hoping to break through whatever spell she’s under.

She finally stops, turning to face you, and that’s when you notice it. The way her eyes are slightly glazed, her hands twitching at her sides. She looks like she’s about to combust from the inside out, like she’s been plugged into the world’s worst electrical socket.

You know that look. You’ve seen it before, but not like this. Not with this intensity, this…desperation.

“What’s going on?” you ask, though you think you already know. You’re just not sure you’re ready for the answer.

“I’m fucking freaking out,” she says, her voice low and tight, like it’s taking everything in her to hold it together. “I can’t—I can’t focus, I can’t think—I just—fuck!” She runs a hand through her hair, tugging at the ends like it’s their fault.

You step closer, cautious, like you’re approaching a wild animal. “Is there anything I can do?”

And that’s when she looks at you. Really looks at you. Her eyes narrow slightly, and you can practically see the lightbulb go off above her head. It’s not the comforting moment you were hoping for. It’s more like the moment in a horror movie when the killer realises the protagonist is hiding in the wardrobe.

“Actually…yeah.” Her voice drops an octave, and you swear the room temperature does too. “There is”

Oh no. You know where this is going. You’ve been here before. This isn’t the first time Alexia has decided that the best way to deal with her pre-game jitters is to channel them into something else. Something physical. Something that, once upon a time, you thought was a great idea.

You were wrong.

But it’s too late to back out now. You’re trapped, like a mouse caught in a particularly horny mousetrap.

“Here?” you squeak, glancing around the dimly lit meeting room, which is as unsexy as a room can get. The walls are beige, the carpet is a hideous shade of grey, and there’s a whiteboard in the corner with some sad-looking, lidless pens. It’s as if the universe decided to create the least erotic environment possible.

“Here,” she confirms, and you can’t help but notice the way her voice drips with something dark and dangerous. Something that makes your pulse quicken and your palms sweat.

“But what if—”

“No one’s coming in,” she interrupts, and there’s a note of finality in her voice that tells you this is happening whether you like it or not. “It’s locked”

“How did you even get a key?”

“Does it matter?”

It doesn’t, but you feel like you’re owed an explanation anyway. Because what if someone does come in? What if they see you—two responsible, adult women—going at it in a meeting room like hormonal teenagers? You can already see the headlines: “Football Star and Girlfriend Caught in Bizarre Pre-Game Ritual”

“Alexia, I—”

She’s on you before you can finish the sentence, her hands gripping your waist, pulling you against her. Her lips crash into yours, and suddenly the room isn’t so cold anymore. It’s like being hit by a freight train made of pure sexual frustration, and for a moment, all you can do is hang on for dear life.

But then the reality of the situation hits you. You’re about to have sex in a room that smells faintly of wet dog and failed business deals. This is not how you pictured today to go. You imagined something more…romantic. A win celebrated in a plush hotel room, or at the very least a place with a bed.

But Alexia doesn’t seem to care. She’s already pawing at your clothes with a speed that’s both impressive and alarming, like she’s done this a thousand times before. Which, now that you think about it, she probably has. Just…not here. Or so you hope.

“Wait, wait,” you pant, pulling back slightly. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Nope,” she says, but she doesn’t stop, and neither do you, because you’re weak and she’s hot, and who are you kidding? You’re definitely going to do this.

It’s not graceful. It’s not even sexy, really. It’s more like a frantic scramble to get clothes off while trying not to knock over a stack of chairs. You’re pretty sure you elbow her in the ribs at one point, and she steps on your foot twice, but neither of you cares because there’s a bigger issue at hand.

You think about saying something witty, something to break the tension, but then she’s on you again, and words are suddenly the last thing on your mind. All you can do is hold on and hope the table doesn’t collapse under the weight of your combined bad decisions.

She pushes you back onto the table, her hands firm on your shoulders, and suddenly the wood beneath you feels a lot harder than it looked a second ago. It’s all happening too fast, but not fast enough, and when her mouth finds yours again, it’s all teeth and urgency. The kind of kiss that doesn’t ask permission because it knows it’ll get what it wants anyway.

Her hands are everywhere, pulling at your shirt, fumbling with the buttons like they’re some kind of cruel joke. You help her out, batting her hands away, only to struggle just as much. It’s like your fingers have forgotten how to work, each movement clumsy and desperate. When you finally manage to yank your shirt over your head, you feel a brief, victorious rush, like you’ve conquered a small but significant mountain.

She barely gives you time to breathe before she’s back on you, her mouth hot and demanding against your neck, her hands sliding up your sides. You gasp as her fingers slip under your bra, her thumbs brushing over your nipples with just enough pressure to make you arch against her.

“Fuck,” you whisper, because it’s the only word that makes sense right now.

She grins against your skin, clearly pleased with herself, and you know you’re in trouble. Alexia knows exactly what she’s doing, and she’s doing it well. Too well, actually. The kind of well that makes you forget where you are, why you’re here, and who you are as a person.

Her hand trails down your stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of your jeans, and you suck in a breath, half expecting her to stop, to clock on how ridiculous this all is. But she doesn’t. She just keeps going, popping the button on your jeans with a quick flick of her fingers, pulling the zipper down in one smooth motion. You lift your hips to help her slide them down, and suddenly the cold air hits your bare legs, making you shiver. But it’s not the temperature that’s getting to you—it’s the anticipation.

She’s back on you in an instant, her fingers finding their way inside your underwear, brushing against you in a way that makes your breath catch. Her touch is light at first, almost teasing, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. She’s not in the mood for games, and neither are you.

“Please,” you murmur, not entirely sure what you’re asking for, but knowing you need it.

She doesn’t make you wait. Her fingers slide inside you with a confidence that comes from knowing exactly what you like, how you like it, and how quickly she can drive you insane. And she’s doing it now, the slow, steady rhythm making you forget all about the uncomfortable table beneath you, the smell of stale coffee in the room, the fact that someone could walk in at any moment. None of it matters. All that matters is her, and the way she’s making you feel like you might come undone right there in that drab, fluorescent-lit room.

You cling to her like she’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality, your hands digging into her back, your nails leaving marks that you know take back to the changing room with pride. The table creaks beneath you, protesting with every thrust of her hand, but you don’t care. You can barely think, let alone worry about the state of some cheap office furniture.

When she curls her fingers inside you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars, you have to bite your lip to keep from crying out. The last thing you need is for someone to hear you, but fuck, it’s hard. Especially when she starts moving faster, her thumb brushing over your clit with just the right amount of pressure to push you closer and closer to the edge.

You’re so close now, teetering on the brink, and she knows it. You can see it in the way she’s watching you, her eyes dark and intense, like she’s savoring every moment, every gasp and moan she pulls from your lips. It’s almost too much, the way she’s looking at you, like she’s claiming you, owning you in a way that goes beyond this moment, this room.

And then you’re falling, your body tensing as the wave crashes over you, pulling you under. You bite down on her shoulder, muffling the sound of your release, and she groans at the feeling of your teeth sinking into her skin. It’s raw and primal, and at this point in time, you don’t care about anything else but the way she’s making you feel.

She doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, working you through your orgasm until you’re trembling beneath her, your breath coming in ragged gasps. When she does finally pull her hand away, you feel the loss of her touch like a physical ache, but you’re too spent to do anything about it.

For a moment, neither of you moves, the only sound in the room your heavy breathing and the distant roar of the crowd outside. The game is about to start, but for once, it’s the last thing on your mind.

When she finally pulls back, you expect her to say something, but she just looks at you, her expression softening in a way that makes your chest warm. There’s something unspoken in her eyes, something you’re not sure you’re ready to acknowledge, but it’s there all the same.

“Better?” you ask, your voice shaky, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips.

She smirks, that familiar, cocky grin returning as she reaches down to adjust her shorts. “Much”

You laugh, weak and breathless, but it’s genuine. Because despite the absurdity of it all—the meeting room, the table, the fact that you’re still half-naked in the most unromantic setting imaginable—it was exactly what you both needed.

You sit up, wincing as your muscles protest, and begin the awkward process of getting dressed again. Alexia helps, her hands lingering a little longer than necessary, and you swat at her playfully, even though you’re secretly glad she’s not ready to let go just yet.

“We can’t make this a thing,” you say, though you know it’s a lie the second it leaves your mouth.

“Sure we can,” Alexia replies, already pulling on her shorts like nothing happened. Like you didn’t just defile a piece of office furniture.

“You owe me,” you grumble, trying to smooth down your hair, which now looks like you stuck your finger in an electrical socket.

“Add it to the list,” she says with a wink.

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. Because yeah, it was reckless and stupid and definitely not sanitary, but damn if it wasn’t one hell of a way to start a match.

“Good luck,” you say, and you mean it.

She gives you a look that says I don’t need luck, and you believe her. Because if she can handle you, she can handle anything.

As you walk out of the meeting room, legs still a little shaky, you can’t help but wonder if this will become a regular thing. You hope not.

Then again…maybe you don’t.

[thornsnvultures]

anywhere || eddie munson x plus size!reader

cw: angst, talking about drug usage, eddie's in the hospital post-vecna, your mom kinda fuckin sucks, best friend!eddie who likes you more than you realize

a/n: that one line in the muppet babies theme song fucks me up every time. literally every time I hear it I tear up. so thanks for that jim henson.

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"When your world looks kinda weird and you wish you weren't there," Eddie's terrible Kermit impression makes you laugh so hard you almost spill the bowl of cereal you're pouring. You hit him back with your equally terrible baby Miss Piggy voice.

"Just close your eyes and make believe that you could be anywhere!"

Eddie snorts at the way your voice cracks trying to hit notes your voice was not made to hit.

"Shut up, that was flawless and you know it," you hand Eddie his bowl with a grin and plop down on the couch next to him. Were you watching cartoons made for children? Yes, but who didn't love Kermit the Frog and his adorable little muppet friends?

You missed this, being here with Eddie. A lot had changed since you started going to college last year while Eddie stayed behind to be a senior for a third time, but not this. Your friendship never changed. It was something you treasured coming home to, when you could. School was starting to pile up and these visits were becoming few and far between, but Eddie would always be your Eddie. You were sure of it.

"So you're leading up Hellfire now, huh?," you asked Eddie as you finished your cereal. He took your bowl and put it on the coffee table with his, not meeting your eyes. Maybe you shouldn't have brought it up. The two of you didn't talk about it much, him still being in school. Like you didn't want to break the spell that everything was normal. The two of you hanging out like normal, like you did since you were kids. It was comfortable, you didn't want to ruin that.

"Yeah the, uh...yeah. It's up to me now I guess. The guys know they can't compete with my campaigns."

He's smiling, all cocky because it's true, they're always amazing. But his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Weren't your just saying nothing had changed? Maybe you a lot had changed and you just weren't paying attention.

"I miss adventuring with you," you sigh, snuggling into Eddie's side until he puts his arm over your shoulder. "And the guys."

"Yeah, they miss you too," Eddie's voice sounds strained. You try to move thinking you're laying on him in a weird way, but he just pulls you closer, tighter.

You spend the rest of the morning watching cartoons. Eventually you forget the weird tension, putting it aside to enjoy your day with your best friend before you have to leave again.

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It's a year before you see Eddie again.

School was tough, taking up so much of your free time you barely saw anyone besides the librarian and the two people you shared a dorm room with. You had tried to join a DnD club at school but your schedule didn't line up well with the rest of the group. And it wasn't the same. You missed Eddie's energy, his frantic dramatics. The guys were cool but sticklers for rules and, to put it nicely, boring.

You couldn't take being away from home any longer, you missed your friend.

So when your mom called one Friday afternoon and told you, in her own bizarre and nonchalant way, that Eddie had been in some trouble recently and, "I'm sure you saw the news about the earthquakes," you came straight home.

"You know, I always thought he was a nice boy. Did you know he was selling... grass," your mom whispered the last word like police officers would be knocking down her door if she spoke too loud.

"I didn't." You did. You also partook, but your mother didn't need to know that.

"Anyway, everyone got all upset when that little cheerleader died, but when they found him, like that, I guess they thought he was a victim too. Can't maul yourself like that, that's for sure."

"Oh my god, mom," you stand up, your chair harshly scraping against the linoleum. You can't sit here and listen to this any more.

"Where are you going? I have a pie in the oven."

Your mom follows you to the door, huffing like you're the one being ridiculous. She never liked Eddie much but the ease with which she talks about your childhood best friend being... mauled...

"I'll be back later."

You don't wait for her to respond, slamming the door as you go. You hop in the hand-me-down car your dad gave you before you left for school, peeling down the drive and heading straight for the hospital like you should've done when you got back. Tears cloud the edges of your vision until they spill over, you don't bother wiping them away.

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"Hey, you're Eddie's girl."

"Excuse me?"

A short, curly haired boy in a baseball cap appears next to you when you ask the receptionist where Eddie's room is located.

"It's okay, Brenda. She's with me." You snort out a laugh when the boy tips his hat to the woman behind the desk. Her smile and the wave of her hand tells you she is in fact used to this.

"I'm Dustin," the kid explains as you follow him through the maze of hallways and elevators. "Eddie's told me a lot about you. Recognized you from the picture he thinks I don't know about in his glove box. Not my fault he just shoves stuff in there. If he didn't want everything to spill out he should organize. Not that I'm great at organizing either-"

"I'm sorry," you stop Dustin's rambling, your head spinning from all that information, narrowing in on the one that stuck. "He keeps my picture in his van?"

"Yeah a few in his room too. He's just down here. You just missed the guys, Jeff had to go to work and he was their ride so they left. Wayne will be in later. He usually stops by after work."

Dustin kept talking and you tried to keep up but the closer you got to Eddie's room the more your ears rang and your chest felt tight. You knew it was bad, he'd been in for a few days and was still heavily sedated after a number of surgeries. Wayne told you the day before you came back on the phone that he might not be awake when you got here. The old man might've been trying to spare you the trip, but you were coming to see him no matter what. You should've come back a long time ago.

Standing outside his room now, the year you were away felt like an eternity now. How had your Eddie changed? Was he your Eddie anymore? Was he ever yours?

"Hey, you comin' in? He's still sleeping."

Steeling yourself with one deep breath, you enter Eddie's room. With one look at Eddie and you're asking Dustin for a minute alone, pulling up a chair by his side.

"Sorry I'm late, Eddie. Traffic coming out of the city is crazy." You laugh at your stupid joke because you'll cry if you do anything else. You don't think about the air tube in his nose or the beeping heart monitor, the bandages on his arms or how hollow, how fragile he looks.

"My mom said you've been selling 'grass'," you chuckle as you twist one of his curls around your finger. "Should I tell her how many times I snuck out to smoke with you? She's already mad at me for taking time off from school to be here."

Eddie lays there as you talk, sleeping softly as you compliment the cards and flowers on the window sill. You tell him how the past two semesters of school have been, how miserable you've been without him, how guilty you've felt for "missing" his calls, not reading his letters because you've been too exhausted to do anything that wasn't surviving and work.

You're holding his weirdly ring-less fingers, contemplating leaving instead of holding out hope that he'll wake up while you're here, when you hear a familiar theme song on the television.

"When your world looks kind of weird,"

Your gaze falls from the TV to your friend in his hospital bed.

"And you wish you weren't there,"

Your eyes close wishing you were back in Eddie's house, stoned out of your mind doing muppet impressions.

A tear falls down your cheek as you close your eyes and sing along with Miss Piggy, not caring how ridiculous you sound.

"Just close your eyes and make believe and you can be anywhere."

You choke on a sob, suddenly angry at this stupid kids show for making you lose it when you were holding yourself together so well.

"Still sounds awful."

You open your eyes, wiping your tears away with your hand not in Eddie's at the groggy sound of his voice. He's holding the other one tight, almost too tight, like you'll run if he lets go.

"That was a perfect impression," the words stutter on a heaving breath but you're smiling through it.

"I'm on so many drugs."

"I'll go get the nurse," you laugh, trying to pull yourself together.

"No," Eddie just barely tugs on your hand, not yet strong enough to pull you close. "Don't leave."

"I'm not, I won't. I'm here, Eddie. I'm sorry."

Eddie's eyes flutter shut, too tired yet for a full conversation, but he won't let your hand go. You find the call button next to the bed to call the nurse and wait.

"I'm not going anywhere."

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[calinaannehart]

The Parts We Play - Chapter 9

“And then Miss Greene said she liked my story so much that she wants to put it in the school paper!” Chris practically yells, gesticulating with so much excitement that his cereal bowl goes flying. Buck scrambles to catch the bowl, attempting to limit the amount of milk that gets spilled, and just manages to snag it before it drops over the lip of the table. “Oops, sorry.” Chris winces.

“It’s okay, buddy, you were just excited,” Eddie tells him, grabbing some paper towels and mopping up the puddle of milk and spilled cereal.

“Yeah, no need to cry over spilled milk,” Buck laughs at his own joke, his big dopey grin faltering when Chris just blinks at him, not getting the punchline. “Oh, come on, that was funny.”

“Was it?” Christopher deadpans. Buck lays a hand over his heart and puts on an overacted sad face.

“You wound me, Chris.”

Eddie leaves them to their banter while he cleans up the rest of the mess, the devoted attention Buck is giving his son making his heart sing. He always listens to whatever Christopher tells him with rapt attention, hanging off every word even when the kid trips over them and tells his stories out of sequence. Buck never gets frustrated or looks like he’s had enough of Chris’ attention, always happy to build ‘just one more’ Lego sculpture or play ‘one last round’ of Mario Kart.

They’ve been spending a lot of time together lately, he and Buck as well as the three of them together, and it’s clear that Christopher is enamored with the man and not just because Buck played his favorite superhero. Buck has time for him.

Buck’s schedule has been pretty full on, runs of sixteen-hour filming days, with sessions with his personal trainer and various press appearances sandwiched between. It’s left Eddie wondering when Buck finds time to eat or sleep, he either has limitless energy or survives on an unhealthy amount of caffeine.

“Are you excited for next week?” Buck asks as Eddie clears the last of the cereal, pushing Christopher’s bowl back toward him as a prompt to finish his breakfast.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” He shrugs, leaning down to steal a bite of Buck’s toast as he lifts it to his mouth. Christopher hadn’t questioned why Buck was already at his house when he woke up that morning, it’s not the first time he’s joined them for breakfast. In the three weeks since the gala, he’s stayed over as often as he can as long as he’s not on a night shoot and Eddie isn’t working.

It's been nice. Really nice, in fact, snuggling under the covers with someone again. Eddie’s never been a touchy-feely type of person, not even with Shannon. He enjoyed it when they did touch, whether it was with or without clothes, but he’s never really needed that physical contact as much as some people do. As much as Buck seems to. But he hadn’t quite realized just how much he missed the feeling of skin on skin, the opportunity to explore another body with his fingers, his lips, or his tongue.

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Ending Unplanned

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Chapter Four- Ballad of a homeschooled girl

And I hate all my clothes, feels like my skin doesn't fit right over my bones

So I guess I should go, the party's done, and I'm no fun, I know, I know,

I know, I know

I broke a glass, I tripped and fell, I told secrets I shouldn't tell

I stumbled over all my words, I made it weird, I made it worse

Each time I step outside, it's social suicide

Social suicide, wanna curl up and die, it's social suicide

ballad of a homeschooled girl- Olivia Rodrigo

At around midnight, Aron found herself laying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. She can hear Melody, who is sleeping beside her, sleep talking, earning a soft giggle from her. 

Her right arm has gone back to normal, though a bit sore from being so tense. Her left one remains curled in, locked in place, as it has been for about a week. Her head is aching, and her body feels like it’s buzzing, reminding her of her episode earlier.

She has seizures daily, however they weren’t always the stereotypical ones that caused large convulsions. She had a variety of types, and the larger ones always had the longest effects, and were the kind she had the rarest.

She slowly sat up and climbed off of the bed, careful not to wake her sleeping friend. She never got to eat the snack she was attempting to make before the episode, so her stomach ached with hunger.

Aron opened the door and walked out, rubbing her eyes as she did, when suddenly she walked straight into a firm surface- which was actually a firm chest. Sam’s firm chest, to be exact. “What the-”

She gasped in shock, immediately backing up against the wall as she looked up at the confused demon. They stayed like that for a few seconds; her looking up at him with big, shocked eyes, and him looking down at her with a look of shock that morphed into one she couldn’t quite decipher. She couldn’t tell if he was concerned or annoyed.

“You alright?” he asked slowly, his brows furrowed.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. I’m sorry! Are you okay?” she asked, shaking her head slightly as he broke her from her thoughts. Damn, his eyes are green as hell. 

His expression didn’t change for a few seconds as his eyes searched her face, before it went back to his usual look of boredom and annoyance. “I’m fine,” he told her, shrugging.

“Cool, good…” she said, smiling softly at him.

The hallway fell into awkward silence, the two standing like that wordlessly. “So, uh…” Aron furrowed her brows, annoyed with her inability to form a sentence. “What are you doing outside my door?” she asked, trying to make the moment less uncomfortable.

“Oh! Uh,” his face turned a bit pink suddenly, making her furrow her brows in confusion. “Well, I was gonna check to see if you were alright after earlier,” he admitted.

“Oh, well um…thanks for checking but I’m good,” she told him. “And thank you for not letting me collapse onto the kitchen floor. That would have uh…sucked, so yeah, thanks,” she added, mentally cursing the awkwardness dripping from each word.

Sam kept his- obviously forced, at the moment- nonchalant stance, a small smile gracing his lips. “No problem. Besides, I would have had to clean up the cereal if you spilled it.”

She huffed out a soft laugh. “Right.”

He reached over and ruffled her hair slightly, causing her face to heat up even more.

Once again, they fell into uncomfortable silence. Aron pursed her lips a bit and looked around the area, unsure of what she was supposed to say. “So…”

“Hey!” Matthew’s voice called through the hallway.

Aron perked up and turned to him, a bit of relief rushing through her as he broke the tension in the air. “Matthew! Hi! Can you make some mac n’ cheese? I’d make it myself but uh- hand doesn’t work, obviously. And I hate cooking so yeah. Please? I’ll pay you. Wait- okay maybe not because I don’t have cash, but yeah! Please? Unless you’re trying to sleep and-” she paused, realizing she’d been rambling.

“Yeah I’ll make you some! No worries, I wasn’t going to bed, and you don’t need to pay me back,” Matthew reassured her with a goofy grin. “Wanna sit in the kitchen with me while I make it?”

She nodded. “Sure!”

Matthew started to walk down the stairs, Aron paused to look at Sam. “Oh, yeah, thanks again. Goodnight,” she told him softly.

“G’night,” he said back before walking back to his room with a slight blush on his face.

Aron went down to the kitchen and propped herself up on the kitchen counter, playing on her phone as Matthew began gathering the ingredients. “So, what were you and Sam talking about in there? It seemed pretty awkward. Are you guys arguing again?”

She sighed. “Yeah, I don’t think it’s that. Like, I thanked him for helping me during my seizure. Well, that was after I ran into him. But still. Other than that, we weren’t talking about anything much. I don’t think, anyways.”

Matthew hummed. “Weird. You and Sam have a pretty weird relationship though,” he said as he turned on the stove.

“Right? Like, so, so weird,” Aron agreed with him. “Like, on a surface level, it’s simple. He doesn’t like me for whatever reason, which is fine. But that- whatever that was, the thing in the hall, weird!”

Matthew grinned teasingly at her. “Oh yeah? Maybe you have a crush on each other.”

“Oh my god,” Aron groaned into her hands, feeling her face warm up at the accusation. “Are you kidding me? Matthew, no.”

He snickered to himself. “Right, okay. We’ll see about that.”

She gave him an unserious glare, before they both dissolved into giggles. 

The two ate the food together and she attempted to help him with cleaning the kitchen, though it ended up just being her wiping down counters with her free hand. Once they finished, Aron went back to bed, unable to block the memory from her mind as she laid in bed.

[raineandsky]

#13

tw: kidnapping

(Inspired by this tweet!)

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Back when they were kids they’d made a promise – if neither of them were married by twenty-five, they’d marry each other. It was a stupid number to choose, looking back on it, but kids wouldn’t know any better, would they?

The villain’s twenty-fifth birthday is approaching, not that it matters. Seventeen years changes a lot, and the two of them have more than gone their separate ways. The hero was promptly taken in by the agency, but the villain hadn’t been so blind to the company’s innocent facade, instead turning to their own prowess to make their way in life. The promise the two had so idly made on the playground that day couldn’t be further from reality anymore.

Besides, the villain won’t need it anyway. They’d met the civilian under… less than perfect circumstances, but she’d been more than accepting of their somewhat criminal identity. It seems it was something she was looking for, if her eagerness to get involved with their schemes is anything to go by. They hope they can find a ring as bright as her as soon as they get round to robbing that bank next week.

They’ve mentioned her to the hero offhandedly, sure, but they always assumed that their little lair in the basement of the abandoned hospital was enough to keep her away from the agency’s poor imitation of ‘good’. They know they’re wrong immediately when their favourite henchman meets them at the door, their expression somehow getting more downtrodden as they catch the villain’s gaze.

“Uh,” they say when the villain starts to breeze past them, and they pause to look back at them. “S-something happened whilst you were gone, I’m so sorry, we–”

“Spit it out,” the villain says flatly, and the henchman flinches slightly at their tone.

“You girlfriend.” The words that struggled so hard to be heard just a moment ago spill out like the henchman can’t control them. “It’s [Hero]. I’m so sorry, we tried to stop him but–”

They continue into the lair, leaving the henchman in an anxious mess by the door. They have all the information they need. They’re going to deal with it.

-

The hero has lived in the same shitty little house since the day they went their separate ways. A window cracked to let the breeze in, the light blinds drifting against the draft, gives the villain the perfect entrance as they clamber through and into the hero’s space.

They’re in the kitchen. The hero is sitting across from the window, bent over a bowl of cereal in the gloom of the lowered lights. There’s no way he doesn’t notice the villain standing in front of him, but his eyes don’t raise from the newspaper in front of him. 

He finally graces them with his attention when their dagger buries into the paper and half the table beneath it next to his hand. The action doesn’t even make him flinch, and he meets their gaze with lazy expectancy. 

“Where is she?” The words come out as a rough hiss, and the hero’s brows raise slightly at the question.

“Where’s who?” he asks innocently, and the villain has to take a deep breath to rein in their rage at his insolence. 

“You know who.” They tear the blade from the wood to jab it in his face, though he looks like he couldn’t care less. “My men told me exactly what you did.”

“Oh, yeah, that.” The hero gets to his feet with a groan, stretching slightly as he does. The villain’s impatience is wearing dangerously thin, but he doesn’t seem to care as he slowly ambles out of the kitchen and down the corridor outside.

He pauses outside a door, fishing a key from out of his pocket. “You’re not the only one with a basement,” is all he says before he swings the door open and descends into the darkness beyond. The villain follows him aimlessly, thankful when he flicks a light on at the bottom of the steps.

The doubt they had about why the hero is trying to lure them into his basement of all places dissipates when they lay their eyes on their civilian, tightly bound to an uncomfortable looking chair, dry tear tracks streaking her face. She heaves a deep breath when she sees them, but she doesn’t say anything. The villain doesn’t feel the same.

“Holy shit, [Civilian], thank god,” they say as they start towards her, but they pause in their tracks when the glint of metal behind her catches their attention. They were never one to find guns particularly graceful, but they’ve never wanted one more as the hero levels the barrel with her head.

“Break up with her,” he demands simply.

“What?” The single word is laced with confusion and worry.

The hero shrugs. “Break up with her.”

“Who the hell do you think I am?” The villain takes another step towards her, but the hero’s stare hardening into a warning stops them in their tracks. “I thought you were a hero. The agency can’t allow you to do this.”

“They don’t control my life outside of work. I do my job. That���s all they need to know.” He unlatches the safety with a metallic click, and she lets out a whimper at the sound. “You know what I want. Break up with her before I do it for you.”

“If this is your way of getting back at me for setting fire to that empty building the other day you’re really fucked in the head,” they snap coldly. Their hand brushes against the dagger tucked back inside their coat, but they know they can’t do much with it from here.

“Are you stupid? This isn’t about work,” he spits. “It’s not even about her. It’s about us.”

The villain didn’t think their confusion could get any deeper. “We haven’t been friends for a long time, [Hero].”

“I– I know. I don’t want to be friends.” His hand lowers, glancing at the gun in his grip for a moment. “We made a promise a long time ago. Do you remember?”

Of course they do. It was the peak of their friendship – they’d laughed and hooked pinky fingers, presenting each other with makeshift bouquets of daisies and dandelions before the bell rang for class. I want nothing more than to be as carefree as that again, they think distantly. “Yeah,” is what comes out instead.

“I want to make good on that promise,” the hero states bluntly, a newfound confidence in him as he levelly meets their gaze, the gun raised to the civilian again. “I haven’t seen anyone for a while now, especially for this. For you.”

“I have a girlfriend that you’re currently pointing a gun at,” the villain points out irritably.

“Not if you break up with her, you don’t.”

The villain drops their gaze to the girl in front of him. The skin on her wrists is raw from ropes tied too tight with inexperience, her usual perfectly done makeup running tracks down her face. Leaving her would mean marrying the hero.

They take a deep breath, meeting their girlfriend’s eye with a look they know she’ll recognise. “I’m sorry, [Civilian]. I have to break up with you.” Their voice is flat, and she dips her gaze with a short nod.

“Tell her you can’t see her again.”

The villain stares at the hero incredulously, only met with that same expectancy. “Are you serious?”

The hero bumps the barrel against the civilian for emphasis. “We’re going to get married, [Villain]. I don’t want you seeing your exes.”

They sigh deeply, trying to weave a way out of this as the hero adds more stitches. “I can’t see you again.”

The hero nods approvingly, finally dropping the gun back into his belt. “Good.”

-

A taxi rumbles up outside, and the villain carefully helps the civilian inside whilst the hero watches from the gate. He steps up behind them the moment the door shuts, putting a hand on their shoulder. They tense at the contact, fearing the worst.

“We should probably be comfortable living together if we’re going to get married,” he says lightly. His grip on them tightening threateningly as they stare longingly at the taxi. “I don’t think the glass on a taxi is bulletproof,” he adds when he feels their reluctance. He makes sure to shift his position so that the gun on his belt catches the light.

“Okay, fine, jesus.” They lean down to the taxi driver’s window to give him the civilian’s address.

“Aren’t you… coming home?” she asks uncertainly, and the villain averts their gaze to avoid having to see how worried she is.

“I’m sorry,” is all they can find to say, and they lean back from the car, letting it pull away from the curb and down the road. The civilian watches them from the back window, giving them an unsure wave before disappearing around the corner. 

“I’m so excited,” the hero continues, uncaring to the villain’s turmoil as they stare at the empty street. “We should start planning, hm?”

The hero guides them back into his house, and the villain is already devising a plan against him. If they can play up to his expectations they can catch him offguard. If their blade gets them out of the hero’s house and back to the civilian, they’ll use it. They’re going to leave this god forsaken place if it means the hero has to die for it.

(Part 2)

[princess-draws]

This is actually based off a video where he made a big bowl of cereal until it gone to waste and I cannot stop laughing at this bit XD

Jayden: *pours Hacker Crunch Cereal in the big bowl*

Cedric: Are you sure you want to do this?

Jayden: *pours milk* Yeah why not? I’m gonna finish the whole thing!

Cedric: I doubt it….

Jayden: *grabs the spoon and eats his cereal until he accidentally tips the bowl and spills everywhere especially on the table* FROOT! Oh nonono….

Cedric: *laughs* OH DADDY!

Jayden: Nonononono don’t you dare tell on me!

Cedric: Like I just did! *bursts in laughter* DAD MOM COME HERE!

Hacker: Now what is going on?!

Jayden: Uh oh…. *hides*

Hacker: *goes into the kitchen* What the?!

Jazz: Who made this mess?!

Hacker: JAYDEN! GET OVER HERE NOW!

Jayden: *runs away*

Hacker: GET BACK HERE NOW! *chases after Jayden*

Jazz: Cedric, It’s not funny! Help me clean up the mess!

[munson-blurbs]

When Man Plans, God Laughs (Eddie Munson x Single Mom!Reader)

Summary: You're a single mom of two who recently moved back to your hometown of Hawkins, Indiana, after a nasty divorce. When your friends take you out for the night, you run into your high school crush: Eddie Munson. But are either of you satisfied with just a one-night stand?

Warnings: single motherhood, divorce, fluff, mentions of drugs/dealing

WC: 1.9k

Part One | Part Two

You're grateful that you didn't drink too much at the concert last night, because the following morning is hectic. Matthew insists on having milk with his cereal, then cries because it's soggy. While you attend to his tantrum, Grace takes it upon herself to grab the orange juice carton from the fridge, promptly dropping it and spilling it all over the kitchen floor. And when the word "shit" accidentally slips out of your mouth when you see the sticky mess forming, both kids decide to march around chanting it.

You clean up the kitchen, wipe down your messy children, and get them dressed for the day. They've been begging you to take them to the children's museum, so that's your plan. You're just finishing tying Grace's sneakers when the phone rings.

"Hello?" you huff into the receiver, scrambling to get out to the car before Matthew manages to undress himself.

"Hey, Y/N?" a familiar voice comes over the line. "It's Eddie. Munson," he clarifies, as if a different Eddie would be calling.

You crinkle your nose. "How did you get my number?" you ask, and you cringe at the interrogative note in your tone. "I mean, hi. But also, how did you get my number?""

Eddie laughs, not taking offense to any of it. "I hounded Starsky and Hutch until they broke and gave it to me."

"How nice of them," you mutter. "So, what's up?"

"Look," he starts, "I had a lot of fun last night. And I was hoping we could actually get to talk, catch up. Like a date, maybe?" His voice breaks at the end, nerves getting the best of him.

You smile weakly. "Eddie, that's really sweet," you tell him gently, keeping an eye on your munchkins, "but I'm not really looking to date right now."

"Is it because you have kids?" he blurts out, and you're taken aback.

"H-how did you know that I have kids?" It's a dumb question; Robin and Steve told him, obviously. "Never mind. Yes, it's because I have kids. Kids who are currently waiting for me to entertain them."

"So you're just never gonna date again?" he asks, but it's a genuine question; he's not accusing you of lying.

You exhale. "Maybe one day I will," you answer honestly. "But I...I don't think it's a good idea to be with someone who carries around a box full of mysterious illicit substances. Not really kid-friendly, y'know?"

"They're, uh, not all for me," he stammers.

You can't help but chortle at his statement. "Is the fact that you sell drugs supposed to make this better?" You notice Grace eyeing you curiously, so you lower your voice. "Look, I know you have to do whatever you can to make ends meet. I'm not judging you. But I also can't bring my kids into that kind of environment, y'know?"

There's a long pause on the other end of the line. "Yeah, no, I get it. Could we still...hang out? Like with Harrington and Buckley. Just as friends." Eddie bites his tongue to keep from babbling.

"Of course," you reply, breathing a sigh of relief. "I've gotta get going, but we'll talk soon."

"Bye, Y/N," he says, and you detect a hint of sadness in his voice. Maybe more than a hint. But you don't have time to ponder it, because Matthew is trying to fit through the spindles on the staircase. Why are kids so fast?

~

A few months later, you're holding Matthew's chubby little hand as you make your way through the library parking lot. Grace is in kindergarten full-time, so it's just you and your little man during the weekdays.

"Are you ready for Storybook Sing-a-longs?" you ask him excitedly. It was a new program that the library was offering to kids where a musician sang songs based on popular children's books. The best part was it was free. You'd signed him up right away.

The hum of a guitar being tuned floats past your ears as you enter the children's section. You're placing a fuzzy mat on the floor for you and Matthew to sit on, when you hear it:

"Hi there, tiny humans! I'm Eddie!"

Your head snaps up at the sound of his voice. No way. No fucking way. But it's him: Eddie Munson is sitting before you in a folding chair, long curls pulled back into a low bun. He's still got his signature rings and his ripped black jeans, but he's wearing a purple shirt that reads "Storybook Sing-a-longs."

"Jesus Christ," you murmur under your breath.

The mom next to you overhears your utterance. "I know, right?" she scoffs. "Who let him around children? He was such a freak in high school."

You shake your head. "That's not what I meant--" you start to say, but Eddie cuts you off.

"I need a volunteer to help me sing a song about wheels on the bus," he announces, eyes twinkling at the kids' excited faces. "Who knows that one and wants to sing with me?"

Matthew looks up at you, waiting for your approval. "Go on, Bubba," you encourage him. "You love The Wheels on the Bus!"

He jumps up waving his stubby arms in the arm, desperate to get Eddie's attention. When Eddie spots him, he motions the two of you over.

It takes him a moment to place who you are--your oversized t-shirt, mom jeans, sneakers, and barely-there swipe of mascara is a far cry from your skimpy concert outfit. But when he realizes, his face lights up.

"Who do we have here?" he asks, both to your son and to himself.

"I'm Matthew," the boy replies proudly, and it comes out as Mahh-chew. "And this is my mommy!"

Eddie's smile is so genuine that it hurts your heart. "Hi, Matthew and his mommy!" he says. "Matthew, do you know what the wheels on the bus do?"

"They go round and round!" Wound an' wound, he shrieks excitedly.

"That's right!" Eddie cheers, launching into the song. Matthew is singing and clapping along, doing all of the hand motions like you taught him. You sneak glances at Eddie, his fingers strumming gently, his voice energetic but soothing. It's a side of him you've never seen before.

You and Matthew scurry back to your mat at the end of the song, and it's time for another kid to have a turn. The next half hour is filled with lyrics about Jack and the Beanstalk, Hansel and Gretel, and The Three Little Pigs. Matthew's eyes are wide the whole time, soaking in the music in wonderment.

You're putting away the mat, a half-asleep tot in your arms, when you feel a light tap on your shoulder.

"Hey," Eddie says softly. "I was hoping you'd be here."

You feel yourself blushing, and you hoist Matthew up a bit higher to cover your reddening cheeks. "Well, Matty and I never turn down a chance to sing Wheels on the Bus!" You tickle the boy's belly and he gives the sweetest giggle you've ever heard.

"You guys are pros. Gonna put me out of business!" Eddie teases. He glances at Matthew, then looks directly into your eyes. "Y/N, he's such a cute kid."

"Thanks," you grin, "but he's not gonna be cute if he doesn't get his nap soon."

"Can I walk you to your car?" Eddie asks sheepishly. "Is that okay?"

"Sure. Thank you." You can't bring yourself to meet his gaze, shyness suddenly overtaking you as well.

He grabs your bag from your hand. Your pace is slower than it would be if you weren't holding Matthew, but Eddie walks alongside you.

"I should, um...I should be thanking you, actually," he says suddenly.

"Me?"

"Yeah," he nods. "When we spoke on the phone? And you said that you couldn't be with me because of my...my job? You were right. I'd been meaning to stop doing that stuff, but I figured I could never amount to much more. The Munson name comes with a reputation, and it ain't pretty. I thought no one would ever give me a chance.

"And then I came by here to return a book and saw they were looking for a kids' entertainer, and I thought, I can do that. I think the librarians were shocked that I was serious about it, but once I started doing the animal impressions for 'Old MacDonald,' they realized it was the real deal."

You laugh. "You really nailed those. We were both impressed with the cow especially."

Eddie snorts. "What can I say? I had plenty of experience listening to an old cow in O'Donnell's class."

"Eddie!" you swat at his stomach playfully. "Don't teach my innocent son how to insult people."

"Sorry, sorry," he puts his hands up in defeat. "But, yeah. I just thought you should know."

You raise your eyebrows at him. "One night after a concert made you rethink your whole life?" you ask unbelievingly.

"Yes? I mean, Buckley kept telling me about her friend that was incredibly smart, funny, caring...the list went on and on. And then I met you, and you were, like, holy sh--sugar hot," he amends quickly.

"That's sweet," you say, biting your lower lip. "But most days, I look like this. Miniskirts are few and far between."

Eddie places a big hand on your cheek. "The sentiment still stands, sweetheart." He kisses your forehead, sending shivers down your spine. When you arrive at your car, he opens the back door so you can put a sleeping Matthew in his car seat.

"Thanks, Eddie," you whisper. You want to kiss him so badly, it hurts. "Hey, um, do you do children's birthday parties, by any chance?" You glance down at your son. "He turns three in a few weeks, and I need something to keep the kids entertained."

"I do now," he beams. "Any special requests?"

"You've gotta bust out that rendition of Old MacDonald, obviously," you tease. "How much do you charge?"

"Hmm," he pretends to think. "One...slice of birthday cake."

"I'm serious!" You put your hands on your hips. "Besides, you would get birthday cake anyway."

"Okay," he says nervously. "How about that date?" When you raise your eyebrows, he gives an exasperated sigh. "C'mon! I stopped dealing, I got a regular gig, Matthew already adores me. Just one date. And if it sucks, I'll leave you alone forever."

You consider it. One date couldn't hurt, right? It wasn't like you were marrying the guy. Clearly, you didn't fare well in the marriage department, anyway.

"One date," you agree, and Eddie pumps his fist in the air triumphantly. "After the party. If you bomb, the deal's off."

"Oof, no pressure or anything," he stumbles back dramatically. "But it's a deal." He sticks his hand out and you shake it, but he takes the opportunity to pull you in and kiss your lips. "Couldn't help myself," he mumbles into your mouth. You bring your hand to the back of his head and kiss him back harder, feeling body melt into his. You're snapped out of your trance by the sound of Matthew stirring.

"We've gotta get home," you apologize. "Call me later, around 4? I'll give you the party info."

Eddie nods. "Sounds great." He kisses your cheek before opening your door for you. "I'll talk to you then."

You wave goodbye as you back out of the spot, a smile plastered to your face.

So much for a one-night stand.

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[once-upon-an-imagine]

There Are Worse Things I Could Do (Chapter Two) - Eddie Munson

A/N: aaahhh I have no idea how this happened but I’m happy it did and how it turned out! thank you to everyone who showed some love to this story, I hope you keep enjoying it :) 

Warnings: bullying and reader being treated badly by ex (Jason) and former friends, reader falls off her bike and gets hurt (Jason’s fault) and I think that’s it but please let me know if I miss anything

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :D gif isn’t mine :)

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There Are Worse Things I Could Do

Even though the neighborhood Thinks I’m trashy and no good I suppose it could be true But there are worse things I could do

“Hello?” Steve asked. “Hey, monkey, are you even listening to me?” he asked, standing in front of you, making you spill some of your cereal. “Jesus, what’s wrong with you today, kid?”

“What? Uh, n-nothing” you insisted.

“Really? What did I just say?”

“I don’t know, something about having sex with Linda-”

“Brenda-”

“Brenda! That’s what I said” you insisted. “Look, I’m sorry if I lost track of the girls that you have been dating, Steve, I just have a couple of things on my mind” you told him.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing” I had a dream about Eddie Munson last night. “I just… Nancy asked if I could help with the yearbook this year” you said. It wasn’t entirely a lie.

“Well, that sounds really cool” Steve smiled.

“Yeah, it is” you smiled nervously. “A-and I was thinking maybe I could… use mom’s camera?”

“No!” Steve instantly said, standing up and bringing his empty plate to the sink.

“Why not? It’s just sitting there, Steve-”

“It is one of the few things that we have left of mom and you are one of the clumsiest people that I know! Why can’t you just use one at the school?”

“But I would be really careful with it” you insisted, getting up yourself. “How come you get to decide-?”

“Because I’m the oldest and dad’s not here-”

“Dad’s never here” you rolled your eyes.

“Well, if he were, he wouldn’t let you take it either, so” he sighed. “Just go get ready okay, I’ll drop you off-”

“No, I’ll ride my bike” you said, upset.

“Oh, come on-”

“What? You don’t think my clumsy self is capable of riding my bike to school?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, just let me drive you-”

“I’m good! Have fun with Linda tonight” you said, walking to the door.

“Brenda!”

“THAT’S WHAT I SAID!” you yelled, slamming the door behind you.

You sighed frustrated and went over to get your bike. Maybe it would help to clear your head.

Things at school kept getting worse every single day. You wanted to tell Steve, but you felt embarrassed about it. He always loved to brag about how great it was when he was there and you just didn’t want to let him down somehow. Also, the fact that you kept thinking about Eddie Munson, so much that you even dreamt about him last night, wasn’t helping. You hadn’t really talked to him since the day he found you in the bathroom, but for some reason, you longed for him to talk to you every single time you saw him. You tried to tell yourself that it was because he was the only nice person to you in the school, who’s not doing it because of Steve, but sometimes you wondered if it meant something more. You were so distracted that you didn’t notice a car coming behind you and rear-ending you, making you fall on the sidewalk when you were almost at the school parking lot.

“Sorry, Harrington” you heard Jason’s voice. “Didn’t see you there” he laughed.

“Jason!” you heard Chrissy’s voice inside before she got out of the car. “Are you alright?”

“I’m f-fine, Chrissy” you said, smiling weakly at her.

“Chrissy, come on, babe, get back here” you heard Jason yell from his car.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, Chris” you nodded.

“Okay” she said, unconvincingly. “See you at school?”

“Sure” you smiled weakly at her.

You quickly grabbed your bag and opened it, making sure that nothing happened to the camera. The camera Steve had just told you not to take because you were extremely clumsy. The camera that belonged to your mom and was in fact one of the few things that you had left from her. But, thankfully, it was okay.

“(Y/N)?” you lifted your head to see Lucas standing there on his bike. “Are you alright?”

“Lucas” you smiled, getting up. “Hi” you said, cleaning yourself up. “Yes, I’m fine, I was just distracted and I fell-”

“I saw it” Lucas told you.

“What?” you asked, pretending to be confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw Jason hitting you with his car” he said.

“It was… an accident… I think” you smiled unconvincingly as the two of you started walking with your bikes towards the parking lot.

“Look, I understand that you and Jason broke up, but why is he being such an asshole to you?”

“He’s an asshole to everyone” you chuckled.

“Not like this” he said, pointing at your leg, which was now bleeding. “And the things he’s saying-”

“What things?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

But you dreaded the fact that these kids would hear them. The kids that you took care of. The innocent kids that you tried to protect from the horrible world because they were all so pure and innocent.

“J-just” Lucas sighed. “Stupid things that are obviously not true” he assured you. “Have you told Steve about this?”

“No! And you’re not going to either, okay? I can handle Jason just… I know you’re on the basketball team now, and I’m really happy for you, Lucas” you smiled up at him. “Just please promise me you won’t change the amazing person that you are and you won’t become one of them” you smiled nervously.

“I promise” Lucas said, sticking out his finger and making you laugh a little.

You loved these kids. Whenever they were little and you let them have more ice cream than you should have or you let them stay past their curfew, you taught them the value of a pinky swear and why they should never break it. To this day, whenever one of them made a promise to you, they would pinky swear.

“Thank you, Lucas” you said, linking your pinky with him before hugging him. “Now go. Don’t be late for class” you said, pulling away.

As he walked away you heard loud music approaching and you saw Eddie’s van coming into the parking lot at full speed. You saw him getting down and you decided that you were being stupid. Eddie was a nice guy, you had no reason to avoid him, really, so today you would talk to him. You really just wanted to talk to someone who would be nice enough to talk back to you.

“Princess” he said, nodding his head towards you as he walked to school.

“Hi, Eddie” you replied, locking your bike. When he walked past you, he returned.

“What happened to you?”

“Excuse me?” you asked, confused.

“You’re bleeding” he said, looking at your knees.

“Oh, r-right” you said, feeling your cheeks burning a little. “I um… fell off my bike” you told him. It wasn’t a lie exactly.

“How were you a cheerleader, jumping around the air and everything, but yet, you can fall down walking on a flat surface?” he mocked you.

“Hey! That’s not true” you laughed.

“Want me to walk you to the nurses’ office?” he asked when you heard the bell ring.

“No, you can’t be late for class” you smiled at him.

“I can be a little-”

“No! You’re graduating this year, Munson! With me, so go to class” you instructed him before you started walking to the nurses’ office.

“Whatever you say, princess” he smirked, walking in the other direction.

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“Miss Harrington” Mr. Mundy said, as you entered the class. “So nice of you to finally join us” he said sarcastically.

“Um… sorry, I had an accident before school” you said quietly, handing him the note. “I had to go to the nurses' office” you said, hearing someone snort loudly and trying to laugh quietly.

You turned to see Jason and his friends on one side of the class. Eddie quickly picked up where you were looking and he felt his fist clenching at the sight of those shitheads.

“Fine… go take your seat” Mr. Mundy said, unimpressed. You walked over to the other side of the class where there was one empty seat. In front of Eddie. You smiled quickly at him before taking your seat. “So, as I was saying, you will be working in partners for this next project. You can choose your partner now and start working on it for the rest of the class since it’s going to take you a couple of weeks to finish it” he instructed and you heard most of the class groan in annoyance.

This was it, you thought. This was your chance to talk to Eddie and maybe even spend more time with him. Besides, he was the only one in this class who would talk to you, so he was pretty much the only choice you had. You turned around to face him with a small smile.

“Hey-” Eddie started.

“Hi-” you said at the same time. Both of you laughed a little. “Uh… you go first” you told him. Eddie just spaced out, lost in you smiling at him. “Um… Eddie?”

“Yeah” he snapped out. “Oh, well, Harrington I was thinking… since you're like the only tolerable person in this class and, you don't have any friends anymore” he said, and you glared at him a little. “Would you uh… like to be… my partner?”

“Are you always this charming, Munson?” you smirked.

“Only for you, princess” he winked at you and you hoped he didn’t notice your cheeks burning.

“Well, I was uh… actually going to ask you the same thing” you admitted.

“Really?” Eddie asked, feeling excited.

“Well yeah, I mean, I don’t have friends anymore and you seem to be the only person to talk to me, so… I guess that makes you the only other tolerable person in the class” you smiled.

“Well, it looks like we have no choice” he said, making you laugh.

You then felt a small ball of paper hitting your head. You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly where it came from and seeing that Eddie was tossed a similar one. You opened the paper and saw the word ‘FREACK!’ written on it. You then looked at Eddie’s and saw it had the word ‘HORE!’

“Um, I believe that one’s mine” you said, grabbing the piece of paper from his hand, but he pulled it away.

“How do you know? Maybe these pants I’m wearing are too revealing. I am showing all kinds of knee” he said, putting his knee up, displaying his ripped jeans, and making you laugh a little. “And… you are actually a freak, I mean you eat ice cream when it’s like 10° outside, what is up with that?”

“How do you even know that?” you chuckled.

“You don’t remember? That stupid rally or whatever we had to do for the stupid basketball team and we had to sell food? You were the only one eating ice cream because it was like 10° outside” he laughed.

You had no idea how Eddie could do this. If you would have gotten this by yourself, it would probably just made you feel horrible about yourself. Even if the word was misspelled. But Eddie just made it seem like… it didn’t matter.

You grabbed the paper from his hands and wrote the ‘W’ in front of the word. You then grabbed yours and crossed out the ‘C’ on it. You then made them little paper balls again and tossed yours to Jason and Eddie’s to Andy. They both stopped laughing when you did.

“There’s no ‘c’ in freak” you said, looking at Andy. “And whore has a ‘w’ in it” you smirked. “Learn to spell” you said, annoyed, before your attention went back to Eddie.

Jason and Andy quickly stood up, forgetting they were in class for a second.

“Mr. Carver, do you and your partner have any questions?” Mr. Mundy asked, making the boys stop glaring at you and Eddie and look back at their teacher.

“No, sir” he said, trying to remain calm. “I was just going to ask miss Harrington if she needed any help since I know she’s terrible at Math” he smirked, making some of the people around you laugh and you felt your cheeks burning a little.

“She doesn’t” you heard Eddie’s voice. “She’s got me as a partner, so, she should be fine” he said, glaring at Jason.

“You?” Jason chuckled. “The freak that has been stuck as a senior for over two years-?”

“Yes” Eddie smirked. “It shouldn’t surprise you, really since it’s what my little satanic game is all about, you think we could make sacrifices without Math?”

“Mr. Munson, Mr. Carver, that’s enough” Mr. Munday said. “Get back to work, I don’t want to hear another word out of you two” he said, turning back to the board. Jason threw one last glare your way before going back to seat with Andy.

“Thank you, Eddie” you said, quietly when he sat back down.

“Don’t mention it, princess” he smiled at you. “And I promise I really am good at Math” he assured you. “I mean this isn’t the class why I haven’t graduated” he told you.

“Well, I would assume so, with you being the Dungeon Master and all” you smiled at him, making him blush a little.

“How do you know I am Dungeon Master?” he asked, liking a little too much how it sounded coming from you.

“I have my ways” you smiled back at him.

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“Hey, (Y/N)!” you heard behind you and you found Dustin and Mike walking towards you.

“Hi guys” you smiled. “How are you?”

“Awesome! Eddie is planning this new campaign for D&D that is supposed to be the best one yet” Mike said, excitedly.

“Cool” you smiled. “Hey, do you guys think I could get some pictures of the Hellfire Club for the yearbook? I know usually Eddie doesn’t like it but, I mean you are a club and-”

“I didn’t know you were in the yearbook” Dustin told you.

“Yes! Nancy just asked if I could help with some pictures” you said excitedly, taking out your camera. “I’ve taken a couple of good pictures so far, I think I can-”

You were interrupted when you felt a ball hitting you on the back, making you trip and drop your camera to the floor, breaking it in two, followed by something cold running down your back.

“Shit!” you heard Mike's voice.

“Shit! Are you okay?” Dustin asked, kneeling to help you up while Mike picked up the camera.

You got up with his and Mike’s help as you heard the laughter behind you. You turned around and saw the ball next to you and the now empty glass of soda that had drenched your shirt. You then turned your attention to the guys not far from you. You saw Jason, Andy, and Chance laughing at you.

“Sorry Harrington, didn’t see you there” Andy laughed. “Could you pass me the ball?”

You felt like your hands shaking, seeing the ball and your now ruined camera in Mike’s hands. You slowly grabbed the ball and glared back at them.

“Don’t hurt yourself, sweetheart” Jason mocked you.

You threw the basketball with all your force. And then, you heard it. The guys’ smiles dropped off their faces when you heard a loud crash and you noticed the ball had crashed against the windshield of Jason’s car. Right in the middle, making the cracks go everywhere. In all honesty, you were aiming at Jason’s head, but your aim had always been horrible.

“Holy shit!” Mike said, smirking.

“WHAT THE FUCK, HARRINGTON?!”

“Did you just-?” Dustin with the same smirk as Mike. Jason and his friends turned to look at you and you knew that you were done for.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you muttered, grabbing both Dustin and Mike and starting to run away when you saw the basketball team running your way. “Oh my God!”

“YOU FUCKING BITCH! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”

You had no idea where to run and then, out of nowhere, you saw Eddie’s van stop right in front of the three of you and the back door opening.

“Get in!” he yelled and Dustin quickly did so with Mike behind him. You looked at him and back at Jason, who was running to you with Andy and Chance behind him.

“DO NOT GET ON THAT FUCKING CAR, HARRINGTON!”

“Harrington, get in!” Eddie shouted at you. This time, you quickly did and Mike helped you inside before Eddie sped up and drove out of the parking lot so fast, it made you fall back with Dustin and Mike.

“Holy shit! That was fucking awesome!” Dustin said, laughing.

“No, it wasn’t!” you said, getting up.

“Actually, yes, it was, princess, it was fucking badass!” Eddie said, looking back at you three.

"I broke his windshield!" you panicked a little.

"Yeah, but he deserved it" Mike said. "He threw the ball at you and broke your camera!"

"And what the fuck else did they throw at you? Why are you purple?" Eddie asked.

"Ugh, is grape soda, it's Andy's favorite" you said, rolling your eyes.

"There's uh… a shirt there in the back if you want it" he said, clearing his throat. "It's a Hellfire shirt but... better than to be purple and sticky" he offered.

"Um, sure, thanks" you said, grabbing the shirt not far from you.

"Why do you have an extra Hellfire shirt? Do we have a new member?" Mike asked, confused.

"Nope" Eddie sighed. "Sinclair never came to pick up his" he told them.

"What?!" Dustin asked, upset.

"Um, could you guys… uh… turn around?" you asked and Mike and Dustin quickly looked to the front giving you some privacy.

You turned your back to them and took off your sticky shirt as quickly as you could, grabbing the Hellfire shirt.

"Ehem" Dustin cleared his throat when he noticed Eddie glancing at you through the rearview mirror and he quickly looked away.

"Looks like it fits" you said, turning around. "Thanks" you told Eddie.

"Looks good on you" Eddie winked at you through the mirror.

It wasn’t long before Eddie parked his van in front of Dustin’s house.

“Thanks, Eddie, see you tomorrow” Dustin said, getting down with Mike.

“Hey, guys wait” you called them. “Can you uh… not say anything about this to Steve?” you asked. “About Jason’s car or… the uh… camera?” you asked, sadly, placing it back in your bag.

“Uh, yeah, sure” Mike smiled.

“Pinky swear?” you said, striking out your pinky. Mike and Dustin looked at each other and linked their pinkies with yours without hesitation.

“Of course, pinky swear” Dustin assured you.

“Pinky swear” Mike repeated.

“Thanks, guys�� you smiled. “See you tomorrow” you told them.

“Really? You made them pinky swear?” Eddie chuckled as you moved to the front seat and he drove off Dustin’s house.

“Well, in case you weren’t aware, Munson, I’ve known these kids since they were little and I taught them the value of a pinky swear” you smirked and he just laughed a little.

“You okay?” he asked.

“You mean after the fact that I broke a car’s window?”

“Is not like Carver didn’t deserve it” he told you. “If I had been there I probably would have thrown it to his face and break his nose” he laughed and noticed you look away. “You were aiming for his face, weren’t you?”

“It’s not my fault that I don’t have the best aim” you chuckled.

“You’re pretty badass, Harrington, I’m not gonna lie” he smiled.

“Thanks” you smiled back.

“So, where do I drop you off?” he asked, nicely.

“Oh, r-right” you said, feeling stupid. “You probably have better things to do” you chuckled.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that” Eddie said, cursing himself silently. “I mean, I just wasn’t sure if you had something to do or-”

“I don’t” you said, quickly. “And… to be honest I don’t really want to go home” you muttered.

“Well then, I don’t know about you, but I am starving” he told you. “Would you like to try the best cheeseburger in the world?”

“Wait, the best one?” you asked, mocking him a little and he nodded. “Well, I cannot say no to that” you said. “Just one question… do they have milkshakes?”

“Of course they do, princess” he smirked.

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Soon enough, you were somewhere in the middle of the woods, sitting on the roof of Eddie’s van, with a milkshake, french fries and, you had to admit, the best cheeseburger you had ever tried.

“Oh my God” you said, with your mouth full and a big smile, making Eddie laugh.

He had never seen you so… carefree. You always seemed so perfect, not even a hair out of place. And now, here you were, wearing a Hellfire shirt, with your hair trying to not be as messy as it looked after being hit with a grape soda, and your mouth painted with ketchup, mustard and mayonnaise all over you. If he was being honest, you had never seen more beautiful than right now.

“It’s good, huh?” he said, taking a bite of his cheeseburger himself.

“Good? This is the best cheeseburger I’ve had in my entire life!” you said, taking another bite.

“I’m glad you liked it, princess” he said, as you cleaned yourself up with a napkin.

You had no idea what it was about Eddie that made you feel so relaxed. Like you could be yourself around him and you were sure he wouldn’t judge you.

“Hey, um… I don’t think I thanked you for helping me today” you said, turning serious.

“You don’t have to thank me-”

“Yes, I do” you interrupted him. “You stood up for me in Math and then you basically helped me escape a crime scene” you chuckled. “And I just… thank you” you told him.

“You’re welcome, princess” he smiled.

“You know, you're not what I thought you'd be like” you told him.

“What? Mean and scary?”

“Yeah” you admitted. “I mean... more like intimidating” you explained.

“Yeah, well, I actually thought you'd be kinda mean and scary too” he told you.

“Me?”

“Yeah, terrifying” he mocked you.

“Shut up, Munson” you laughed. “I like hanging out with you” you said, all of the sudden, making Eddie blush a little.

“Y-you do?”

“Yeah” you told him. “I’m sorry we didn’t hung out sooner” you admitted.

“What are you talking about? This isn't the first time that we've, um… hung out” he said.

“No?” you asked confused.

“You don't remember?”

“I'm sorry. I-”

“That's okay. I wouldn't remember me either, princess” he said before he punched himself in the chest and fell backwards.

“Eddie!” you laughed.

“Honestly, you don't remember me?” he asked, sitting back up.

“I'm sorry” you said, guiltily.

“Middle school, talent show. You were doing this cheer thing You know, the… the thing you do” he said, waving his hands as if he had pom-poms. “It was pretty cool, actually. And I… I was with my band-”

“Oh my God! Corroded Coffin!”

“Corro- you do remember?” he asked, impressed.

“Oh my God! Yes, of course. With a name like that, how could I forget?”

“I don’t know. You must just have really bad taste in music” he laughed.

“No, you just… you looked so… different?”

“Yeah. Well, uh, my hair was buzzed, and I didn't have these sweet old tatties yet” he said, showing you the one on his chest.

“You played guitar, right?”

"Uh-huh. Still do. Still do. You should come see us. Uh, we play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. It's pretty cool. We… We actually get a crowd of about five… drunks” he said, making you laugh. “It's not exactly the Garden, but you gotta start somewhere, right? So… You know…”

“Can I really come?” you asked, surprising him.

“Y-yeah, I mean, if you want to” he said.

“I’d love to” you said, grabbing one of your french fries and dipping it in your milkshake.

“Whoa, what the hell are you doing, Harrington?”

“What?” you asked, confused.

“Why are you dipping your fry on your chocolate milkshake?”

“You’ve never tried that?”

“No! I’m not a freak like you” he mocked you, eating some of his fries.

“Hey! Try before you deny!” you challenged him.

“No way!”

“Really? Wow, you’re not as badass as I thought you were” you mocked him, dipping more of your fries in your milkshake.

“You take that back!” he said, pretending to be offended.

“Make me” you dared him, grabbing one of his fries and dipping it in his vanilla milkshake. “Come on, Munson” you said, arching an eyebrow at him.

Eddie looked at you and then back at your hand.

“Fine” he said, grabbing it and eating it quickly. You tried not to laugh at his disgusted face before it turned into a surprised one. “Holy shit!”

“Told you” you said, proudly, eating more of our fries.

“You’re also kind of full of surprises” he told you as he dipped more fries in his milkshake.

“Steve and I used to do this all the time when we were kids” you said, with a sad smile.

“Can I ask what’s going on between you and your brother?” he asked all of the sudden.

“What do you mean?”

“It just seems like you’re avoiding him” he shrugged.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because you didn’t want to go home and you asked Henderson and Wheeler to not tell him anything” he said.

“I got into a fight with him this morning” you admitted. Eddie noticed your tone becoming sad and he was afraid he might have screwed up, making you upset. “I wanted to use this camera and he said I was too clumsy-”

“Which you are” he added and you glared at him. You grabbed your bag and took out the broken camera.

“It was fine until Jason and Andy threw their things at me” you said, sadly and you sighed. “Steve is gonna hate me” you mumbled sadly.

“Hey, no” Eddie said, softly. “Look, I know a guy who fixes stuff. Maybe he can take a look at it” he said, making you look up at him.

“Really?” you asked hopefully.

“Yeah” he nodded. “I can take it and I’ll let you know what he says, okay?”

“Y-you would do that for me?” you asked, smiling.

“Of course” Eddie said, a little confused. “What are friends for, princess?” he smiled.

“We’re friends” you smiled, excitedly.

“Yeah” he said, feeling nervous for a moment. “I mean, you’re already wearing the uniform” he laughed. “Which, don’t tell the other ones but… you’re the one that it looks best on” he winked and you laughed, feeling your cheeks burning a little. “Hey… um… would you- uh-” he asked, feeling nervous, suddenly. “Would you like to- uh… maybe join?”

You smiled, thinking how adorable Eddie looked when he was nervous. Something you had never seen before. “Hellfire?” you smiled.

“Y-yeah. I mean, Sinclair is supposed to but he rarely comes to the meetings, so we actually need a new member and… I don’t know” he chuckled. “We actually kind of have this rule of no-girls allowed, but I could make an exception for you" he smirked.

"Is it a rule, or just… something that keeps happening?" you smirked back.

"Damn, Harrington, you're breaking my heart!" he said, placing his hand over his chest and you laughed.

“Uh, I just have one question” you said, eating more fries.

“What?”

“Don’t you have to know how to play Dungeons and Dragons to join?”

“I mean… yes, technically that is the main rule but… I can teach you” he offered.

“You wanna teach me to play Dungeons and Dragons?” you asked. “Eddie, I babysat Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will for years and heard them play D&D like every night. And I still have no idea how to play” you chuckled.

“Fine” he shrugged. “I guess, you’re not as badass as I thought you were” he said, making you gasp, offended.

“Hey! Take that back!”

“Make me” he smirked, eating another fry dipped in milkshake. “Let me teach you and you can come to our next meeting, if you don’t like it, I won’t ask you again” he said.

You thought about it for a moment. You honestly had nothing to lose and it meant spending more time with Eddie which you had come to enjoy quite a lot.

“Pinky swear?” you asked, sticking out your pinky and Eddie rolled his eyes, smiling.

“Pinky swear, princess” he said, linking his pinky with yours.

To Be Continued

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[Ch.1][Ch.3]

A/N: soooo what do you guys think? part 3? :) also, I of course I added parts of the Chrissy-Eddie scene because IT WAS TOO CUTE NOT TO! and let me know if you want to be in the taglist :D 

tag list: @lady-loves-a-lot , @rand0m--fangirl​ , @avitute , @lelenikki , @th0rswh0res

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|| 17. Pegging ||

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Frank Castle x female reader

Warnings: swears, butt stuff ;)

Author's note: Christ, I'd love to do this to him so much hahahahsfhhdaadghfrrwssfyvxv

"A dick looks good on you." Frank observes through gritted teeth. The way you're sitting on his thighs and stroking his cock with it between your legs, it really does look like it's yours. You roll your palm up and over the fat head of it making him bite down hard on his lip.

"Christ. If you had one, I'd definitely let you fuck me baby." he throws his head back on the pillows and you raise your eyebrows and lean in, fisting his cock in a steady rhythm and talking to him in a hushed tone.

"And you know I'd fuck you so good, Frank. After me, you'd probably not want it the other way ever again." You wink and keep on working him, and his eyes screw shut and he grunts, his lower ab muscles tensing up as he gets closer.

"Aw, you like the sound of that baby?" you purr, reaching back behind you, your hand searching between his thick thighs, stroking down his perineum and just barely touching his hole. "You want my cock Frank?"

"F-fffuck!" He groans so loud, jerking suddenly and spilling his hot load all over your fingers and his stomach, gasping at the intensity of it.

"Shiiit, shit shit, m’sorry, I just- oh fuck. Get on up here so I can make it up to you." He’s insanely flustered and it’s sweet and hot as all hell. You give him a sly smile, telling him he doesn't need to but boy, does he ever.

The next day you wave your phone screen in his face over breakfast.

'Whaddaya think… small? Medium?"

Frank almost chokes on his cereal. The shopping basket of a sex store is displayed in front of him with two different sizes of dildo and the harness that they fit into.

"I uh, what… I dunno?”

“Oh c’mon baby, I need to know what kind of pounding you’d prefer.” you grin at him and he settles, a slow smile spreading as he's considering it.

“Shit. Yeah, alright, I guess the medium?"

You nod, "Yeah, yep….just for starters, don't wanna get ahead of ourselves." you agree, busy hurrying on to the checkout to buy everything. “Okay! One medium ass pounding comin’ right up.”

He can't help snorting at your excitement.

When he's spread out on the bed for you, all wet, warmed up and loose from your fingers, you're sure you've never seen anything hotter. His cock is so hard it's almost purple and he twitches as he's watching you stroke your hand over your own prosthetic one, covering it with the lube as you kneel between his legs.

You edge forward slowly. "You ready for me baby?" you ask him, smoothing your hand along the undersides of his thighs and coaxing him to tilt his hips up for you.

He swallows. “Yeah darlin’.”

He's nervous but he's so fucking turned on too. You let him pull you closer, lining up the tip of the dildo, nudging at his hole and causing him to let out a couple of sharp breaths.

"You're doing so well for me Frankie, so good, just relax…" you press the head of it in waiting until he breathes out slowly, relaxing his body for you before you gradually slide the rest of the silicone length in inch by inch until you're hilt deep inside him, pressed up as close as you can be.

"There we go. How's that, baby?"

“Mmn, yeah,” he gasps a little as he gets used to it, but it’s more than alright. He's nodding as his hands slide down to grip your buttocks, feeling over the smooth straps of the harness, and urging you to start moving. You lean down, chest pressed tightly against his as you take it nice and slow, rolling your hips in a smooth motion and pulling the most submissive little sounds you've ever heard out of him.

"Oh, such a good boy," you praise him as you keep a steady rhythm going, fucking your cock slow and deep into his ass. "Taking me so well baby."

He's almost gone already with the way you're treating him, praising him just like he does with you. He never for a second thought he'd be so fucking turned on by the role reversal, but it's got him feeling things he didn't expect and he's 100% into it.

Demands start to spill easily in between the gasps from his slackening jaw as he takes what you're giving him all with a just lil touch of greed. "Fuck yeah, fuckin' give it to me sweetheart," You let him have what he wants, fucking the dildo hard, deep and steady as he's loosening up.

"How about that baby? S'that what you want, huh?" You press his legs further back towards him.

"God damn it your cock feels so fuckin' good baby, fuck!"

You grin, leaning down to drag the edge of your teeth over his nipple, flicking it with your tongue and sucking it into your mouth while your nails lightly dig into the meat of his shoulders as you pin him down to the bed, knowing full well he could flip you in an easy second. But he won't. He's your fucktoy tonight.

Your stomach rubs up against his weeping cock as you roll over him, and it draws the low shudder of a moan from so deep in his chest you can feel it through you.

You plant a little soft kiss on his jaw. "Frankie, you look so good taking me like this, so fucking hot." you tell him, he chases your mouth with his but you sit back up and wrap your arms around his thighs to give you more purchase so you can fuck him even harder.

"Oh shit, shitshitshit… god you're so fuckin' good at this sweetheart… so fuckin' good-"

You don't change what you're doing, just keep on plunging into him, start hitting that sweet spot, the one that's going to have him howling for you in no time.

"Yeah, is that it honey?" You tease, "Right there? Does that feel good baby?

He's sweating, panting, straining underneath you as you snap your hips faster. His eyes are flickering between yours and the sight of your cock ploughing into him. He palms at your breasts, groping, caressing.

"Shit yeah, keep fuckin’ me like that, yeah just like that, that’s a good fuckin’ girl… fuck!"

You can feel the sweat gathering behind your knees and elbows at the effort. "You gonna make a mess for me baby?" you tease, snapping your hips faster. He reaches back gripping onto the headboard behind him with white knuckles making it creak, growls ripping from his throat.

“Yeah, yeah fuck- god damn right I'm gonna make a fuckin mess… fuck! fuck me- “

“Fuck. Me.”

His orgasm surges up from somewhere so much deeper and fuller than he's ever felt before. The whole experience, this whole scene, the idea of you taking him this way throttles him so hard he almost forgets to breathe. The sound he makes as he cums is nothing other than primal, and you watch in some amount of awe at his thick cock pulsing copious stripes of cum up over his abs and stomach untouched as his whole body shudders and shakes underneath you.

The wood of the headboard groans and threatens to splinter as he almost crushes it in his grasp, riding out the incredible feeling you’ve just pounded right out of him.

You're exhausted from the effort, panting as you very carefully pull out of him and shift to lie at his side.

"Never thought you'd be such a bossy bottom," you laugh softly, running your hand through his hair and cradling his face as he comes back down.

He gives you a breathy chuckle, "well I never thought I'd love bein' fucked like that."

"Was it that good? I couldn't tell!" You grin back at him.

"You were right sweetheart, that's it now, never goin' back. You're the fuckin' boss now." He winks, kissing you sweetly before you drag him up towards the shower.

[photogrivy]

With each passing moment, the throbbing in Ivy’s head began to worsen. She’d tossed her pride aside the second she’d nuzzled against Louis Denver’s chest, practically begging the man to get her home, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t grateful that he’d risen to the occasion practically on command. With unmistakably shaking hands, and a quiver in his tone that he tried to mask, Louis had jumped into action immediately. Ivy had relented to his touch almost instantly, allowing him to rifle through her jacket pocket – years of putting her guard up, cutting words and a firm right hook a shield to protect her body from prying eyes, or her measly possessions from wandering hands long forgotten as Louis rummaged around for her keys.  

Tentative as she might be under any other circumstances, Ivy allowed herself to be pulled in; Louis’ arm snaking around her waist in a way that felt safe and secure, a comfort that she surprised herself by having missed. Years may have passed, cruel jibes relayed back and forth, but her gut instinct still told her that Louis was somebody that she could trust. Perhaps not with her best friend’s heart or wellbeing, but almost certainly with her own. She stayed silent as Louis took the lead, guiding her to the safety of his car. His voice filled the silence between them, Ivy’s mind disoriented as she tried to keep up, to give him something in return, but she fell short each time, simply grunting or scoffing where she saw fit. She caught the tail end of sentences, thoughts jumbled as she absently pondered over who the fuck Lola was. 

The transition from street-to-car was arguably the worst part of Ivy’s night, the motion of lowering herself into the seat, her head dipping as Louis shielded her from any further harm causing her stomach to turn, her balance wavering once again. Feeling like she might throw up, she forced herself to focus on Louis instead, his hands making rapid work of her seatbelt. With a weak grip, Ivy closed her hand over his, giving his fingers a feeble squeeze, suddenly all too aware of just how much the blood-loss was impacting her circulation. She caught sight of herself in the front view mirror and winced, her face pale, dried blood caking her features. She hadn’t seen herself in such a state in years. 

“Oh fuck,” she grumbled, pulling her gaze away from the mirror, eyes meeting Louis’ as he pulled her attention back to him. He was blurry, currently sporting four eyes and an array of white spots dotted around his features as he swam in and out of focus, but he was definitely there. “Guess you were right; I do look like shit.” 

Her hand came up to grip his wrist, anchoring her as she tried to make sense of his question. The words rattled around in her mind, clumsily spilling out of her, Ivy in no fit state to comprehend anything past the ache in her skull. She felt out of sorts and scatterbrained, and if she had even half the talent that Louis and Wardo had for words, she might have been able to prattle off some pretentious spiel about how she was no more than a battered, broken box of cereal, words rattling out of her and crashing into the hungry mind of Louis Denver – a writer, a poet, cultivating the mindless ramblings of the people around him and crafting them into art.  

Instead, she was simply a battered, broken young woman, aimlessly trying to keep herself upright in the passenger seat of an old friend’s car. 

“Um. Home, yeah... It’s, uh...” she mumbled, thoughts jumbled, her words slurring to the point of incoherence.  

Nausea washed over her once more, vision swimming as she felt, rather than saw, Louis beside her. It was a simple question with a simple answer – or at least, it should be. She had an apartment, two cats, and a shitty landlord, and yet the words wouldn’t come to her. 

“You know me, Lou. I don’t have a home,” she shrugged, settling for the easiest answer she could muster. Bile rose at the back of her throat as she groaned, pushing the heel of her free hand against her temple, silently trying to will the pain away. Her voice was barely a whisper, hissed through the agony that continued to sear through her brain. “Little Orphan Ivy. That’s me.” 

Squeezing her eyes shut, she wondered if she’d made a mistake. Telling Louis not to call Wardo had felt like the right thing to do, but the worse she felt, the more uncertain she became. She couldn’t afford to go to a hospital, but she was beginning to think that keeping her best friend out of the loop was the wrong decision after all. 

“Did you... Uh, did you say something about me needing... stitches?” Ivy asked, her voice small as she tried to recall, quietly searching through the lapses in her memory from moments that had barely passed. 

She pouted at him, lips curling downwards into a pitiful frown. 

“I can’t afford stitches, Lou. I bet Max can afford stitches,” she grumbled, still finding it in her to be petty even in the face of a potential life-altering head injury. 

At the assertion she looked great, Louis barked out a laugh. Trust Ivy to use humour at a time like this, looking like something out of Stephen King’s Carrie, blood marring every surface she put her hands on. Louis was vaguely aware of the fact his hands were shaking, and he wasn’t sure whether it was down to sheer adrenaline, or fear, or God forbid, blood loss. Louis flattened his palms against Ivy’s jean-clad knees so she would be none the wiser, under the guise of holding her own shaky self to the barstool.

Ivy reached out with a clumsy, unpracticed hand, her knuckles brushing against the stubble on his chin. He let out a soft hiss at the press of her fingers, jaw already sore and surely awaiting some bruising. He could hardly remember where he’d taken a blow, the man had seemed to be all over him, on top of him. Louis screwed his eyes tight shut as he worked to banish that visual, grateful for once when Ivy dropped her forehead against his own. He could hear her shallow, uneven breaths and worked to match them, him holding tight to her leg now. Ivy was here, and he was safe. They were both safe.

“Not true.” he tried to joke, his voice coming out soft and feeble. “I’ve always been prettier.”

Relief flooded through him at Ivy’s firm resolve not to call Wardo. Not only was he in no position to be seeing his ex right now, bloodied and on his way to bruised, Louis wasn’t sure where that would leave him. He wouldn’t feel right about simply handing Ivy over to her best friend, injured and possibly concussed as she was. But the idea of hanging around the two of them, making awkward small talk and trying to penetrate their impenetrable Wardo-and-Ivy bubble seemed even worse. At one point, he knew where he sat comfortably in their lives. It had been less Wardo-and-Ivy and Louis-and-Wardo, the three of them had just simply fit. Louis figured he didn’t fit anymore.

“What if you need stitches? Shit, Ives, I really think you might need stitches.” he breathed, voice on the edge of panicking. Truth was, Louis couldn’t really afford a hospital visit right now either. Turns out, moving to New York was expensive, and he wouldn’t really be seeing too much money from his book unless he managed to earn out. Fingers crossed that would happen, if Ivy and hospital visits were gonna become a new, semi-regular thing in his life.

“Hey, hey. Careful.” Louis warned, holding a hand out tentatively as Ivy moved to stand. The barstool wobbled dangerously beneath her, and Louis found her hand fisted in the front of his shirt, a bloodied handprint sure to be left behind. His hand moved to tenderly curl around her elbow, sliding eventually around her waist as she slumped against him.

His heart clenched in his chest at the feel of Ivy, face buried against his shoulder, trusting Louis to hold her upright. He kept his hold on her firm, breathing in the scent of her shampoo underneath all the glass, and matted blood. Unmistakably Ivy, the same Ivy. It hit him now how much he’d missed her. At a time, Ivy had been sister he’d needed when his own big sister was a few states away, and often a damn sight kinder. She’d not been afraid to rib him, to steal his clothes without asking and playfully punch him in the arm. Louis was forced to once again acknowledge that in leaving his boyfriend, his love, he’d also left behind a family. He’d left Ivy.

“Yeah, yeah. ‘Course I can.” he murmured, gently rubbing her back. “Have you got keys?”

With a familiarity he hadn’t shown Ivy in at least ten years time, he pushed his hand inside the worn leather of her jacket, feeling around for the pocket that might have a key to the place in it. His hand curled around the cold metal easily, pulling it free. Fuck knows if there were any sort of precedent where he might have to set an alarm, but Louis would just have to lock the door behind him and hope for the best.

Half steering, half dragging Ivy from the bar, he kept her propped up against his side as he put the key inside the lock and drove it home. Sending out a silent apology to Ivy’s boss, he pulled her towards his old, beat up car, gently propping her against it’s frame.

“Sorry, darlin’. Just a sec while I find my keys. Be gentle with Lola, alright?” Louis murmured, as if the paintwork on his car was anything to be particularly gentle with. Praying the lock wouldn’t stick this time, Louis made quick work of opening the door for Ivy, pushing aside various road maps and fast food wrappers that littered the passenger seat. He hadn’t exactly been expecting company.

“Alright, watch your head.” he instructed, his hand hovering just above her head as she ducked to get into the car. “Don’t want you takin’ anymore blows tonight.”

Louis leaned over to fasten her seatbelt, vaguely aware she would not take kindly to being treated like an invalid. Fuck it. Ivy had to let someone take care of her sometime. Hesitating when pulling back, Louis leaned over her briefly. Unthinkingly, his hand moved to cup her chin, tipping it up so that she was forced to look at him. She was bleary eyed, but still with him.

“You good?” he asked, his bloodied thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “Ivy, where am I taking you? Where’s home?”

[raineydays411]

My Father's daughter pt 3

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.

a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them💕💕

You were furious.

You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.

"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.

"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.

"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."

"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."

"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"

Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"

The two men cringe at the words

"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"

Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.

"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."

and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.

"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.

"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.

You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.

"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."

You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.

Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.

"A girl needs her mother"

*punch*

"Oh petal I wanted to call"

*punch* *punch*

"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"

*BANG*

You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.

"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."

You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.

"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."

You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.

"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.

You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.

"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."

You finally speak, "Why now?"

Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."

"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"

Pepper nods," I love you."

You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."

"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.

"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"

"Y/n we just ate!"

"Like an hour ago"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.

Which didn't bother you one bit.

But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.

"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.

"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.

"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.

"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.

"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.

"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"

"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.

"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.

Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?

Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."

"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.

"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.

"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.

Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."

""And did she apologize after?"

"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."

Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"

"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."

Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.

"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.

" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."

And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"

Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.

Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.

"So...Pepper-"

"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."

"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"

"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.

Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.

"I wanna see what happens."

Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"

"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”

Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.

Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices

"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."

"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.

"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.

"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"

She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.

You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.

"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.

You open the box to see...cupcakes.

"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.

You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."

Lie.

Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."

And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.

"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.

"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.

"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.

Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.

"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.

"Damian!" Christine scolded.

"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."

Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.

"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.

You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."

Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."

"Tt"

"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.

You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.

You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.

"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"

"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.

"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.

You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."

Cassandra scowls and looks away.

Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."

Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"

You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"

The whole family froze.

You knew? There was no way.

"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."

"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”

“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.

“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”

“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.

Bruce didn’t know how to feel.

On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.

But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.

“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.

You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”

Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.

You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.

“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.

The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.

But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?

“I let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.

”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”

Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!

“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”

You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”

“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”

You snicker, earning a few glares.

“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.

The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.

“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”

You were not good at this.

“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”

Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”

Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.

“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”

“ I don’t know. Stay here” He says summoning his suit.

“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.

The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.

You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”

You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.

“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.

Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.

“Mother we cannot..”

“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.

“ Come on son.”

“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.

“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.

The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.

“Let’s go.”

They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.

“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”

You usher them in.

“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.

You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”

You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.

The room is silent.

“ She’s awesome!” Jason says with a laugh.

[xoxoavenger]

Congratulations

pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N is pregnant, but the Avengers think her and Peter are engaged. Both call for a congratulations, so the misconception only continues to grow. 

word count: 3165

warnings: pregnancy, commitment 

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“I can’t wait until our baby comes.” Peter whispered into Y/N’s ear. They were cuddling on the couch, Peter pushed against the back spooning Y/N. His hand was on Y/N’s stomach, where she barely had a bump showing. Right now it could have been mistaken for a bloat or eating too much, and was only noticeable in loose shirts if someone knew what to look for. She laced her fingers with his, even though she wanted to turn against Peter. She knew that ever since the two found out she was pregnant Peter loved to lay like this, her in his arms, his hand resting against her stomach. He also loved that if anyone had come into the common room, no one would think any different.

“Neither can I.” Y/N finally couldn’t take it, and she turned in his arms, pulling her hand from his and putting her arms around his neck. She slotted her leg in between his, kissing his jaw a couple times before snuggling into his shoulder, kissing there too. Peter groaned, shifting to put his arms around her.

“I don’t like this position.” Peter complained, kissing the top of her head and wrapping his arms tighter around her anyway.

“Are you growing a human?” Y/N muttered quietly, just incase someone was outside the room. “Didn’t think so. I pick how we cuddle.”

“It’s much harder to give you a promise ring though.” Peter mumbled, his hand leaving her body. Her eyes were closed, and she was half asleep, tired from all the hard work of giving half of her everything to a tiny human.

“Mm, yeah, it must be.” Y/N whispered, running her fingers through his hair lazily.

“Do you think it’s pretty?” Peter asked lowly, and Y/N nodded, still not opening her eyes.

“So pretty.” Peter barley picked her voice up, chuckling. She obviously was too tired to connect the dots, which he thought was adorably cute.

“Do you know what it is?” Peter asked, shaking Y/N with his other arm that was still wrapped around her. She grumbled, trying to scoot closer to him.

“A promise-“ Y/N cut herself off. Peter felt her stiffen, and his heart stopped in fear. “You got me a promise ring?” Y/N looked up at him, her eyes already tearing.

“Uh, yeah. I mean, the baby was probably promise enough, but I didn’t want you to think that I was tethered to you for only the baby. Not that you would, I just-“ Y/N grabbed the back of his head and smashed their lips together, effectively silencing Peter.

“I love it!” She smiled, pulling a hand out.

“You haven’t even seen it yet.” Peter slipped it onto her finger. Y/N smiled as she looked at it through teary eyes, placing the hand on his chest. She reached up to kiss Peter again, hands behind his neck as the kiss deepened.

“I am so in love with you. I can’t wait to have a baby.” Y/N muttered, more tears spilling from her eyes.

“I can’t wait more.”

“Shut up.”

~

Y/N must have fallen asleep on the couch, because when she woke up, her back was aching. She moved to sit up, to grab Peter, but he must have left at some point. She thought about killing him for not moving her to the bed, but her thoughts stopped when she realized she wasn’t alone. Steve was sitting on the chair adjacent to the couch, eating cereal and reading the paper like an old man. Natasha was painting her nails on the other couch, and Tony sat next to her, sipping coffee and doing something or another on his tablet. Y/N looked around, a wave of nausea bestowed on her as her feet touched the ground. She wordlessly got up and left, making her way to her own room as quickly as she could without raising suspicion.

“Did either of you notice the ring on her finger, or were you waiting for me to point it out?” Natasha asked as soon as the younger girl was out of earshot. Steve began to choke as he dropped the newspaper, and Tony literally spit his coffee out.

“You’re lying.” He looked at Natasha with wide eyes. She smirked, still painting her nails. “The kid would have told me.”

“He’s getting married before I am?” Steve mumbled, looking into his cereal as if it contained the answer of his existence.

“Who’s getting married?” Clint asked as he walked into the room, sitting down on the recently vacated couch with a breakfast sandwich.

“Y/N and Peter. They fell asleep last night on the couch. Peter left early for his patrol, but she stayed out here. I saw the ring on her left hand.” Natasha explained, capping the nail polish.

“They’re getting married? Like, married, married?” Bruce asked as he walked in.

“There really is no other way of marriage.” Steve said, finally looking up from his all-knowing cereal. “How old are they again?” Wanda asked as she walked in. She took the only other chair in the room, facing all the others.

“How am I supposed to know?”

“She’s 23, he’s 25.” Natasha cut Tony off, leaning forward to put the nail polish one the table, then leaning back again. Everyone was silent as they thought through the information, not sure what do with it.

“People get married at that age.” Steve shrugged, but it was clear he was still upset that he didn’t have anyone.

“How long have they been dating?” Bruce asked. Everyone looked around, blinking at one another. They had no clue what the answer was to that question. They didn’t even have the outline of an idea.

“Did they date in high school?” Wanda asked, and everyone looked around.

“No? I think they met here.” Tony said.

“Are you sure?” Clint asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. “I thought they met senior year.”

“If they did, they didn’t date during that time. Well, his senior year. He was dating MJ until,” Natasha started to say, but then she realized she didn’t know how long the two were together. “They’ve probably been dating for three years, right?”

“We could just, I dunno, ask them.” Wanda said, blinking at them all.

“Is that considered rude?” Steve asked.

“Let’s just congratulate them first and ask later.” Clint said, sitting up with his empty plate. The group grumbled responses and dispersed to do their own thing.

~

“Will you make us chocolate chip pancakes?” Y/N asked, laying on the bed and rubbing her stomach. Y/N and Peter technically had their own separate rooms, but Peter’s room had become their room for about a year. Peter jumped on the bed, laying on his stomach. He put a hand on her bump, kissing her shirt. He then pushed her (his) shirt up, smiling up at her.

“Are you done throwing up?” He kissed her stomach again.

“Maybe you should ask your child.” Y/N put a hand over his, the other going to card through his hair as he laid his head against her stomach.

“Our child, babe.” Peter snuck up the bed to plant a kiss on her lips, hand still on her stomach.

“When they make me throw up, they’re your child.” Y/N told him. Peter kissed her again, this time slower.

“Fine. I’ll make you some chocolate chip pancakes.” Peter got up, kissing Y/N’s bump and then her lips before leaving. Y/N rolled over and pulled the covers up, getting an extra little bit of sleep. He closed the door as quietly as he could, even though she wasn't yet asleep, then made his way to the kitchen.

“Hey, Peter.” Tony said as Peter walked into the kitchen. “How’s it goin? How’s Y/N?” Tony turned from making his coffee. Peter’s first thought raced to convince him that Tony knew about the baby, but the more logical side of him calmed down. There’s no way Tony knows.

“Good. We fell asleep on the couch, so she’s getting more rest now.” Peter began to get everything together for chocolate chip pancakes.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’ll need her beauty sleep for upcoming events.” Tony winked, referencing to the wedding that was not planned.

“What?” Peter froze, the fact that everyone may think they were engaged flying over his head. He had honestly forgotten about the promise ring, with everything going on. He should have told Tony he was planning on doing it. “How did you know about that?” In hindsight, Peter should have asked what Tony meant, but his brain could only think of one possibility that really wasn’t even possible.

“You said it kid, you slept on the couch last night. Nat’s a spy, ya know. Even if the rest of us didn’t get it until she explained.” Tony shrugged. Peter turned and stared at the ingredients. He had nothing in his brain, because now at least two Avengers knew, probably more. Had he fallen asleep holding her bump like he usually does? He knows she doesn’t have a real bump yet, as she repeatedly tells him, so it couldn't be that. For a long month and a half now, every time she says something about it he swears that no, you’re not fat and that you’re growing my baby and that’s so hot I love you so much. Oh God, she’s gonna be so pissed when she finds out Natasha could tell she was pregnant. How is he gonna tell her?

With chocolate chip pancakes, obviously. It’s the only way.

So Peter makes them, shellshocked as he flips the pancakes and puts them on the plate. He went to the cupboard to grab a cup and fill it with water, barely blinking the whole time. He didn’t even realize he has everything together until Tony slaps him on the back.

“You’re gonna make a great dad.” Tony says, not because he actually knows about the pregnancy, but because it seemed like a nice thing to say to a soon-to-be groom. Peter had also talked about wanting a baby, especially while babysitting Morgan. Peter just stared at the pancakes before picking the plate and cup up and turning to Tony.

“Mr. Stark, please don’t tell anyone else. We kinda wanted to keep it under wraps, and we haven’t told anyone yet.” Peter said. Tony nodded, smiling. It went completely over Peter’s head that there would be no way of Tony knowing that she was pregnant, but he clearly wasn’t thinking to the fullest capacity.

“About that,” Tony said as Peter turned to him. “They already know.” He cringed, and Peter squeezed his eyes shut, licking his lips.

“Shit.” He simply said before leaving.

what the fuck

How did everyone know she was pregnant? They weren’t very obvious about it; well, Peter was at least 98% sure that he wasn’t obvious. He kept his comments and hands to himself in front of everyone else. Maybe Natasha just knew the signs, like that she was glowing, or she was eating the food she absolutely hated a few months ago. She usually always made breakfast for everyone, but now she was sleeping in, as she didn’t sleep well at night. Peter had made a couple excuses when everyone had been wondering about her, but he could only stall for so long. He knew they had to tell everyone soon, but why this soon?

“Baby,” Peter walked softly into the room. Y/N was on the bed, limbs and hair strewn everywhere, and comforter on the ground. She had obviously had a hard time falling asleep, but at least she was asleep now. Peter put the plate on their nightstand, and then stood, trying to decide what to do. He could either lay back down and fall asleep with her, or he could get a couple things he had to do today done so that they could cuddle the rest of the day. He took another look at the pancakes, realizing they were going to get cold if he didn’t wake her up.

So many decisions.

“Baby,” Peter repeated, sitting on the bed next to her and putting the pancakes and water on the bedside table, hands going to her body. He kissed her face softly, trying to wake her up. “I made you pancakes.” He watched her eyes blink open, smiling as they stared into his own.

“You’re amazing.” She whispered, the two sharing a quick kiss before he helped her sit up, moving to put a couple pillows behind her so that she could lean against them to eat.

“Are they good?” Peter asked, helping cut the pancakes for her to eat.

“The best.” She smiled, blushing as he moved to kiss her forehead. He let her eat for a couple more seconds before handing her the water cup.

“So, we need to talk about something.” Peter grabbed her free hand, trying to make sure she didn’t get too stressed. She just stared at him, and he knew her heart must have been racing in anticipation. “They know.”

“They know?” She asked, moving to put the water on the table. He nodded, moving closer. He moved the plate of pancakes away so he could sit closer to her.

“Yeah.” He pushed her hair out of her face, leaving his hand on her cheek. Even without saying the words, both of them new exactly what and who Peter was referencing to.

“How?” She had tears in her eyes already, and Peter quickly moved to help them lay down, her in his arms.

“Nat figured it out last night somehow.” They were facing each other, meaning Peter could see the tears that ran out of her eyes. “Hey, hey, it’s going to be okay. It’s fine that they know. We’d have to tell them at some point anyway.” He was trying his best to comfort her, but she just shook her head and pressed closer to him.

“It’s just, I’m scared.” She told him, making him run his hand up and down her back in a comforting manner.

“What are you scared of, my love?” He kissed her forehead, still continuing his rubbing on her back.

“If I miscarry. I-I read something that said not to tell anyone until twelve weeks. Because of the risks, and we don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl.” Y/N was crying into Peter’s shirt as he held her closer, trying not to cry himself.

“I know, I know. But there’s nothing we can do about it now. They know, we can’t take it back.”

~

“How’s it going?” Natasha asked Y/N, the two of them walking on the treadmills as the boys lifted weights and sparred.

“Alright. I’m a little pissed at you for outing Peter and I the other day.” Y/N side eyed the girl, but the couple had mostly gotten over the fact that the pregnancy had been revealed - even though it wasn’t. The past few days of miscommunication had been a shit show. Everyone was congratulating the two without many words, so neither party had figured out that they were talking about two different things.

Everyone except Natasha.

“Hey, I could have said the big thing and I didn’t. It’s not my fault you two are careless.” Natasha shrugged as she smiled, but her words made Y/N frown.

“What do you mean?” She asked, tearing her eyes from the boys to her.

“I mean I could have told everyone about the pregnancy but instead I told them about the engagement.” Natasha shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, but Y/N almost stopped walking. She took a moment to pause the treadmill to be able to look at her friend straight on.

“You told everyone that Peter and I are engaged?” She yelled, making everyone pause to look at her. “Why would you do that?” She didn’t even realize the attention she was gaining, nor the wide eyes of her boyfriend.

“It was either that or tell them all the other thing.” Natasha said more quietly, stopping her own treadmill and looking around. She was trying to make it obvious to Y/N that they were being watched, but obviously the younger girl was not getting the hint.

“I thought you did tell them the other thing!” Y/N yelled, mind whirling with information.

“There’s another thing?” Sam asked from the other side of the gym, which made Y/N finally look over. She made eye contact with Peter, who looked the most confused out of everyone.

“They think we’re engaged.” She told him. His eyes widened, and he and he looked at everyone as if they were strangers.

“You thought we were engaged?” He repeated, making the other Avengers look at each other.

"You're not engaged?" Tony asked, confusion written all over his face.

"No! Why would you think that?" Peter was looking at the rest of them now, who were all still just as confused.

“There is a ring on her finger! What else are we supposed to think?” Bucky asked loudly.

“Maybe you should have asked.” Peter told them, to which they had no reply.

“It’s a promise ring.” Y/N told them all, but they all still seemed to be shocked and confused.

“What’s the other thing then?” Tony asked, using a towel to wipe his face. Everyone had stopped working out at this point to figure out what was going on between Peter and Y/N.

“It’s something big enough that our congratulations didn’t throw them off.” Steve said, crossing his arms. Y/N watched Bucky’s eyes widen as he figured it out, the two making eye contact.

“He knows! What do you know?” Sam hit Bucky’s shoulder, making Bucky push Sam away.

“It isn’t my place to tell.” He crossed his arms like a child, making Sam roll his eyes.

“Bullshit, we’re gonna find out eventually.” Sam shot back before staring at Peter. “What is it, kid?”

“I really shouldn’t be the one to-“

“Oh my God!” Tony cut Peter off, hands over his mouth. Y/N felt her heart race - she was watching some of the Avengers figure it out in real time. “You gotta be shitting me.”

“Well now I just feel stupid.” Sam put his hands on his hips, looking at Steve, who was also confused.

“I don’t get it.” The blonde frowned, but Y/N ignored him in favor of turning to stare down Natasha.

“Happy now?” She asked, making the red head, raise an eyebrow.

“None of this is my fault. You’re the one who made the decisions. I simply made a deduction.” She crossed her arms, which made Y/N even more heated.

“You didn’t have to tell everyone your deduction!” Y/N shot back, not noticing Peter trying to walk over to her.

“I was wrong about it anyway!” Natasha finally yelled, making Y/N flinch.

“Hey, let’s calm down.” Peter reached over Y/N to turn off the treadmill fully, then led her off of it. “We’ll see you all tonight for dinner.” Peter said as the couple walked out of the gym.

“Wait! I still don’t know the secret!” Sam called out, causing a couple groans.

“I am so confused.” Steve said, staring straight at the wall as everyone around him spoke.

“I’m sure you are.”

[slowdiived]

maybe (kurt kunkle x fem reader)

this one is a bit boring ngl, i needed a nice wrap up to the angst of the last few parts. just smut references in this one.

kurt didn’t stay the night with you. he got you into bed, helped you get dressed into your pajamas and kissed you goodnight. you guys barely exchanged words from the car ride to him walking out your bedroom door.

“hey,” you called out as his foot touched your hallway floor.

he anxiously stepped back in.

“call me in the morning?” you asked, poking your head up from your comforter. “like normal?”

he nodded and left.

you never got that call. no texts either.

you remembered everything in the morning, angry that your brain would let you even have a single memory of fighting. you showered, trying to destress from the worry, trying to distract yourself. your head raced though, the hot water or blasting music not settling you like you hoped.

you made a bowl of cereal, played on your phone, watched tik toks until your brain could bleed. you even played on your laptop, bringing up old games you sue to play as a kid to make you happy.

didn’t work.

you hung out in the living room with your roommate even though you loathe the idea of being around them. they made you feel weird and stupid, only having you around so they didn’t have to pay such a big amount in rent. they actually asked you about kurt and it all came flooding out.

“i’m sorry,” they said, their body laid out on the couch opposite to you. “you aren’t in the wrong, if that helps.”

it didn’t.

then you went on a walk. thought that being outside would change your gloom, the sun shining and the birds chirping. you watched the cars pass by and the school kids walk home. the whole time your brain kept telling you that phone call was gonna turn into an afternoon one. it was already three pm, maybe he just forgot and would remember around now.

he didn’t.

the clock soon turned to seven and you threw yourself on your bed, angry and hurt. you turned your head to see one of his stupid kurtsworld sweatshirts on the floor.

“fuck you,” you whispered in disgust, turning your head back to the ceiling.

this genuinely felt like bella in new moon, waiting for edward’s answer as time passed on. you finally understood her pain, even if you had only waited since ten in the morning and she waited months… same thing.

you just sighed out with a huff until you were interrupted by buzzing in your pocket. you had never moved so fast, reaching to your back pocket and squealing.

it was just alison.

“hello?” you asked, obviously annoyed that it wasn’t kurt.

“hey uh,” she took a pause for a moment. “how are you doing?”

“i am okay, thanks for checking up,” you sighed. “i am so sorry about everything last night. i was just having a hard time and i hope i didn’t make you feel like a babysitter or anything.”

“oh no, i was glad i was there for you,” she sounded sincere. “i saw you and kurt fight in the driveway, i just felt so bad. are you guys alright?”

you didn’t want to answer. you wanted to hang up, call kurt and cave in.

“yeah,” that was a lie pulled straight from the depths of your ass. “we talked it out, got it sorted.”

“that’s good,” you got up and started pacing as she talked. “i just called to check up and stuff. my flight is friday if you want to hang out sometimes before that, maybe have a better time just the two of us.”

“yes, that sounds nice,” you giggle. “actually have a proper hangout with my bestie.”

she giggled on the other line and you both talk a bit more before you told her that you had to go. you said your goodbyes and hung up.

you threw your phone onto the bed and just put your hands on your head, fingers interlocked with each other. you stared up at some of your posters, the likes of the stranger things characters staring back at you. eleven gave you this cold hard stare, her hands outreached. you felt weird just staring at them, their eyes locked on yours.

you threw your hands down to your side and looked at your purse, your keys spilling out the side of it. your inner monologue was telling you to get in your car and knock on his door, tell him you were sorry for being jealous even if you weren’t. a lie that could fix your relationship is better than being honest and ruining everything you built up to this point.

you bit your lip in temptation, your eyes stuck on the silver metal.

what if he wasn’t home? what if he was spreeing?

“then you could just drive away,” you answered your inner dialogue out loud in a whisper.

you quickly stuck on your ugg boots that you used like slippers, grabbing your phone and keys. you marched out to your living room, opening the door.

“where are you going?” your roommate asked.

“i’m gonna find kurt and apologize,” you then walked out of the door, slamming it behind you.

-

as you approach his house, his car was parked in the drive way next to his mom’s. you signed in relief, parking next to the sidewalk. you felt anxious, shaking while you take your keys out and turn off your lights.

suddenly this didn’t feel like the right thing to do anymore.

that didn’t stop your autopilot setting as you opened your door, sticking your foot out of the concrete.

the walk to his door seemed long, miles and miles long. the lawn seemed to keep stretching, the entrance just out of your reach. heart racing, fingers fidgeting, you got to the door. you knocked, shocking yourself. you didn’t even realize what you did until you did it.

after a few seconds, his mom opened the door.

“oh hi, (y/n)!” she greeted in a cheery demeanor. “kurt didn’t tell me you were coming over.”

“oh uh,” you let out a breath. “he doesn’t know i’m here. sorry that it’s late but i need to talk to him.”

“yeah of course,” she smiled, gesturing you to come in. “he’s in his room, he just got home a few minutes ago.”

“thank you,” you smiled and your feet bright you in, robotically moving to his room.

you listened in for a second, music loud and blaring through his speaker. you gulped and took a few deep breaths, knocking on the door.

nothing.

you did it again after a minute. he never responded to the next.

you got overly worried, what if he was with someone already? what if he was busy with something? maybe this wasn’t right.

you went to turn away but saw kurt’s mom looking at you from the kitchen. you quickly just turned the knob out of anxiety, rushing in and slamming the door behind you.

“what the-“ kurt yelled from his bed.

“sorry,” you yelled over the music, face full of remorse.

he quickly got up, just dressed in his boxers and socks. you took in the view, scanning his body as he went to turn his music down. the room was dark, his led lights set to purple. his room was a mess, the first time you had seen it messy. his clothes were everywhere, lining his carpeted floors and even strung around his chair.

“what are doing here?” he asked, obviously annoyed.

“well… i… uh-“ you didn’t know what to say. “i-i got worried. you didn’t call me like you said you would.”

he scratched his chest and just looked at you.

“didn’t think y-you wanted to talk to me,” he sighed. “i was busy from like nine today.”

you nodded, your purse clutched between your fingers. you looked down at your feet, nervous to look at him again.

“i got nervous,” you mumbled. “thought that you were-“

“what? fucking alexa jones?” he said in an almost snarl. “making only fans content?”

you felt so guilty for everything again, your shoulders weighing heavy.

“i’m sorry for how i acted,” you kept your distance from him. “i’m sorry for smoking and not letting you know beforehand. actually, im sorry for even doing it at all… it was messed up.”

you sat there so timid and he stared at you, his eyes softening at your apology. he felt guilty as well, he just didn’t let it peer through him like it had covered you.

“okay,” he said. “i-it’s okay.”

you looked up at him, orbs melting into each other. you needed him. you needed him so bad in that moment.

“i realize i was being harsh about the weed,” he ran his hands through his greasy hair. “i just get scar- nervous that you are gonna mess up or something. i just start to remember what my dad is like when he is high. he gets mean and a-aggressive… then you got mad and threw your shoes… it was a lot for me.”

you nodded.

he walked up to you, his hand grabbing your bicep. you felt entranced in that moment, your body tensed at his touch. you wanted him to be all over you.

“but the alexa thing was over the line,” he didn’t even stutter. “i left you with your friends because you seemed to have fun with them. she just seems to be a person with a flirty personality. she didn’t want me (y/n), i wouldn’t do anything with her. “

you looked at his lips, pink and soft. he had stubble on his face, more apparent than it was last night. you looked down to his neck, your fading love bites still apparent. you couldn’t help but to bring your finger to one and then draping it down to his chest hair.

“can i make it up to you?” you asked, your eyes wide at how sexy he looked right in front of you.

“uh,” he laughed awkwardly. “how?”

you dropped your purse, yanking off your boots and throwing them all to the side. you pulled off your zip up jacket, pulling off your tank top as well. you were left in a bra and short jean shorts, ass hanging out slightly. he looked at you, his eyes wide.

“like this,” you push him onto the bed, his face shocked.

and that night you both had the best sex of your relationship so far.

[howlingday]

Jaune: Ruby? Are you okay?

Ruby: Yeah, I'm... I'm just fine!

Jaune: Are you sure? You've been in the bathroom a really long time.

Ruby: Y-Yeah, I'm fine! It's... It's just my body is acting weird!

Jaune: Your body? Oh, uh, do you want me to get Yang?

Ruby: No! Er, I mean, I don't think Yang knows how to deal with this.

Jaune: Well, I have seven sisters, so maybe I can help.

Ruby: M-Maybe. Okay, I'll unlock the door. (Unlocks, Cracks open) Uh, please lock it behind you.

Jaune: Oh, sure! (Enters, Shuts and locks the door) so what's... up?

Ruby: (Covering her face, Penis fully erect)

Jaune: Uh, what's going on?

Ruby: I don't know! My thingy just won't go down!

Jaune: Yeah, it looks really stiff. Have you tried a cold shower?

Ruby: Yes, but it won't go down!

Jaune: Ugly thoughts?

Ruby: Yes, but still nothing!

Jaune: What about flexing?

Ruby: Flexing?

Jaune: (Nods) Just look in the mirror and flex as hard as you can. (Flexes)

Ruby: Uh, okay! (Flexes) Is... Is it working?

Jaune: Not yet! (Strikes pose, Flexes harder) Try this pose!

Ruby: Okay! (Imitates, Flexes hard as she can) I... (Panting) I did it! (Hugs Jaune) Thank you, Jaune! You're the best dick expert ever!

Jaune: No problem, Ruby! (Steps out) I'll leave you alone for now. Feel free to get me if you need help again.

Ruby: Thank you, Jaune! I feel really good now! (Shuts door)

Jaune: (Sighs) That was great! (Looks over) Oh, hi, Yang!

Yang: (Drops her spoon, Mouth spilling cereal)

[searxws]

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader ; Limerence

—PT.2 (BOOK DISCONTINUED FROM TUMBLR)

(series masterlist)

Covers episode two Hawkins POV

Disclaimer; I do not own these characters!! Also ⚠️!SPOILERS FOR ST4 IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT!⚠️

This story is also being updated to watt pad by the same username, it’s titled “Little Freak“ there’s a playlist and a mood board on that edition.

Summary: Y/N Henderson and Eddie Munson have been dating for quite some time. She goes to his band rehearsals and DnD games, and in return he watches from the gym doors as she cheers. However, what will happen when Eddie is the top suspect in the killing of her teammate, Chrissy?

     When she woke up the next morning she quickly went to take a shower, as that had become part of her morning ritual. After her shower she made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen where she planned to get food until she saw Max and Dustin chatting on the couch.

“Hey... guys. S’something going on?” She said, with her mouth full of cereal.

     Both teens looked at her nervously, as if the news they were about to tell her would destroy her.

“Come sit down... we need to talk.” Her brother said.

     The girl suddenly became scared, she rinsed out her bowl and sat down on the edge of the La-Z-Boy their family owned, waiting for one of the kids to spill the beans.

“So last night.. a kid from our school died.. Max said it was uh.. she said it was Chrissy.” Dustin finally broke the news.

     What the hell, the girl thought. Her face must’ve then done something to show sadness because both teens looked down in shame. Chrissy was the only person who was kind to Y/N when she joined the cheer squad. Now all of a sudden she’s dead, who could’ve done something like that?

"What the hell? Do they know who it was?" She asked. How could this get any worse.

“Thats the thing...” Max cut in, “They think it’s Eddie.” Oh. Thats how.

“Do you think it actually was?” The girl asked, now fearful. She didn’t truly think it was Eddie. She knew her boyfriend, he may seem tough but he’s really a sweetheart. He wasn’t capable of murder.

“No, that’s exactly what we were talking about. What do you think we should do?“ Dustin responds, she could tell her brother was worried, he really cared for Eddie.

“I don’t know. Have you guys heard from anyone else?“ She asks.

“No, not Nancy or Lucas. And Mike-“ Max was then cutoff by Dustin,

“Is in California- shit shit shit shit.“

The siblings mother yells out at them before they reach the door “Kids! Where are you going? You saw the news it’s not safe!“

“Good point mom, we’ll be extra careful.“ The eldest child responded.

The girl quickly grabbed her mothers keys and slammed the door shut behind all of them. They quickly ran the car and drove to Family Video.

Timeskip; 20 minutes later, they arrived at the video store.

“Hey, Steve.“ Dustin greeted.

“You guys see this?“ Steve asked.

“How many phones do you have?“ Dustin ignored Steves previous question and asked one himself.

“Someone was murdered.“ Steve said harshly.

“How many phones do you have?“ Dustin now demanded.

“Two. Why?“ Steve retorted.

“Technically three. If you count Keiths, in the back?“ Robin chimed inz

“Yeah, three works.“ Max consulted with Dustin.

“What are you doing? WHAT ARE YOU--“ Steve yelled at Dustin.

Dustin threw his bag over the counter

“MY PILE!“ Robin screeched.

“NONONONO! MY TAPES! Dude! What are you doing man!!“ Steve scolded.

“Setting up base of operations here.“ Dustin responded while going onto the shops computer.

“Base of operations??“ Robin questioned.

“Get off of that.“ Steve demanded.

“No! I need it.“ Said Dustin.

“Need it for what?“ Steve wondered.

“Looking up Eddies friends phone numbers“ Dustin responded swiftly.

It was at that point Steve and Robin looked at Y/N who had been standing at the counter, not saying a word. What could’ve happened with Eddie?

“Oh Eddie, your new best friend you think is cooler because he plays your nerdy game?“ Steve looked back at Dustin.

Robin and Y/N locked eyes. Steve was obviously jealous of Eddie. He was taking the role of Dustins father figure right from Steve’s hands.

“I never said that!“ Dustin consoled Steve.

They looked through the entire system for someone named Reefer Rick? Y/N wasn’t sure who that was but Dustin mentioned he was a drug dealer. Y/N had known Eddie was into drugs, that didn’t mean she was fond of them though.

Steve wasn’t sure if he wanted to believe Eddie was innocent yet. He said he beloved in innocent until proven guilty but he didn’t think the group should rule out the fact that Eddie may have killed someone so quick.

Y/N was quick to jump in with “Thats exactly what were trying to do here.“

“Yeah, and maybe we’d have a little more luck if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend and more time trying to find Eddie“ Dustin played back at Steve. His sister couldn’t help but smirk at that.

Steve then went on an annoyingly long rant about how someone had to attend to the customers.

Robin must've had an idea, because she went over to the computer again and searched up the name ’Rick’. From there they found Reefer Ricks address. Now all they had to do was find Eddie.

Timeskip; They arrived at Reefer Ricks house and found a back she’d, where they’re now trying to find Eddie.

“Considering everyone in this room has almost died 5 times, I’m not willing to take any chances.“ Steve said, while poking a tarp with an oar he found.

Robin and Max were looking at something and Y/N was about to walk over to them until she heard lots of movement and screams from behind her. She and the others girls quickly ran over to where they were met with the sight of Eddie, covered in dirt, holding a broken glass bottle up to Steves neck.

“Eddie!“ Y/N had shouted, “It’s me, and Dustins here, and we want to help you. Steve why don’t you drop the oar...“ She said.

The second Steve dropped the oar, Eddie became startled so he moved the bottle further up Steves neck.

"HE'S COOL! He's cool." Dustin consoled Eddie.

"Were here to help." Robin said.

Eddie let go of his grip on Steve, he moved to the side and Y/N quicly made her way over to him, crouching down to his height.

"Hey... we just want to talk. We want to know what happened." Dustin said to Eddie.

"You'll never believe me." Eddie declared, with his voice wavery.

The sight of the boy made Y/N want to wrap him up in her arms and tell him that it would be okay. It was heartbreaking.

"Try us."

Eddie explained what Chrissy was doing at his trailer and what he saw before it happened.

"Her bones started to.." He then had to take a break probably because it was hard for him to remember without feeling sick or confused. "They started to snap." He put his head down. "And her eyes, it was like someone was pulling them from the back of her head." He finished off.

At this point the boy had grabbed his girlfriends hand and now was squeezing it in a rythym she didn't recognize.

"I didn't know what to do so I.." He paused, in shame, "I ran, and I left her there." He finished off.

"You all think i'm crazy right?" He questioned after a long silence.

"No. We believe you." I said.

"Don't bullshit me. I know how this sounds." He said to his girlfriend.

"We arent bullshitting you. We believe you." Max said.

"What..?" Eddie said.

Y/N moved closer to him, knowing the news he was about to hear would destroy everything he's ever known. She wrapped an arm around him and he dropped his head on her shoulder. Dustin then went on to explain the upside down and ask Eddie if he saw any particles to which he responded no. They came to the conclusion that Vecna from DnD was doing these killings. Y/N was shocked at that but why should she be? Everything has to do with DnD in this town. They then talked about what they needed to do before leaving.

Y/N left one last kiss on Eddies forehead and Steve told him to stay there for the night, and that they'd be back tomorrow. He got in the canoe and just sat there. Y/N wanted to stay with him so bad but she knew she couldn't. They all said goodbye and went to Steves car, unaware that Vecna had just taken another victim.