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[munsonsreputation]

Hi!! Congrats on 200🎉 for the celebration ask, request #5 a short blurb! Steve x reader fluff :)

hi, love!!!! thank you so much for the kind words...i hope i was able to do your request justice!! i love some steve fluff and this was just something that came to me out of nowhere and i thought this would be perfect!!! I hope you like it 🤓💘✨💐

“twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine…” 

Your lips pulled away from his skin, taking a deep breath as he shook his head, laughing beneath you until…”Thirty!” 

“Are you seriously going to count every single one of my moles?” Steve questioned, pulling you up gently with his thumb and forefinger on your chin. 

You could feel his chest rising and down where you rested your hand as you saluted with a sickly sweet smile displayed on your face. 

The night was still young in his room where the moon peeked in and out of the window, cascading the two of you in a blue blush. It was nights like this one, just filled with spending fleeting time with each other. It was your favorite. There was no other comfort than being in his bed, and having his heartbeat so close to yours. Such an intimate yet simple moment that would never get old. 

“Why? Do you think my lips will get chapped by the end of it?” You proposed jokingly, puckering your lips towards him. 

He snickered, running his thumb across the bottom of your lip, feeling the mixture of plump and dry parts of the skin that he loved. “They’re always perfect, baby.” 

You grinned like an idiot, turning your head slightly to kiss his palm before finally settling your head on his chest. Counting his moles would probably take forever and while you loved every single one, you’d much rather spend tonight gazing at his ceiling and save the mole-kiss-counting for another day. 

“How many moles do you think you have?” You sought curiously, walking your fingers carelessly from his belly button up to his chest then back down. 

Steve ran a soft hand over your shoulder then down your arm, repeatedly with a hum, thinking to himself. 

“Well, I’ve got quite a few on my back.” 

You snorted, tucking your chin deeper into his skin craving to be as close as possible, “More like a gazillion!” 

“I do not have a gazillion moles on my back!” He retorted, lifting his head up off the pillow slightly to see you laughing against his skin. 

“Baby, I’ve seen you naked a handful of times. I think I know how much would be on your back.” 

Steve rolled his eyes with no actual harm, just continuing to feel your skin against his palm. This was everything to him. No need for fancy fancy date nights, though they were nice occasionally, but this right here talking about nonsense with you was better than anything else in this cruel world. He’d ditch all the parties in this town, wanting to spend every night with you talking about anything under the sun, even his endless amount of moles. 

“I love you.” He murmured into your hair as he looked down to kiss the top of your head. 

“What was that?” You asked, pulling your face away from his chest and looking up at him. 

“I said I love you.” Steve said again, removing his hand from your arm as you moved up, just enough for your lips to hover over each others. 

You smiled, nuzzling your nose against his as he closed his eyes at the soft feeling, “I know, I just wanted to hear you say it again.” 

His eyes opened, looking at you ridiculously as you giggled, pressing your lips to his and you continued to laugh, eventually him joining in. 

When you pulled away, the smiles radiating off the both of you didn’t dissipate as you whispered, “I love you too, Stevie.” 

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Hey hey! Congrats on the 200celebration~

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“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy”

It had been a long case. They all felt long, but this one especially so. It had lasted almost three weeks. But they caught the unsub and the man was obviously guilty. When they did find him, the team was frustrated that it had taken them so long. They got a full confession right off the bat, though, meaning that when they did catch the guy, they got to go right home.

The case being as long and frustrating as it was meant that everyone was exhausted. There hadn’t been much sleeping, maybe a few hours here and there when they felt they had finally exhausted all of their efforts for the time being, so they didn’t even bother trying to stay in a hotel for another night. Everyone just wanted to go home and sleep in their own bed with their respective partners.

Aaron and Spencer were dying to see Jack. Phone calls and pictures from Jessica just weren’t cutting it anymore. They outed themselves to the team about a month and a half ago. It wasn’t intentional, but they were glad it was out in the open. Trying to keep it a secret for over a year had been tiring. Because of this ridiculously long case, they hadn’t had the chance to have a family get-together and finally act like a couple in front of them like they wanted to.

The jet ride home finally gave them their opportunity. Aaron and Spencer took the double seat by the window, Rossi and Morgan across from them, JJ and Emily on the couch to their right. Yes, they’d all been together for the past weeks, but they needed some time together where they didn’t have to be professional.

Anyway, after the jet took off, the group had settled into idle conversation, talking about how they couldn’t wait to get home, about what was waiting there for them. At some point, Spencer had sat up and pushed the arm rest that was between his seat and Aaron’s out of the way and pressed himself up against Aaron, shoulder to knee. Aaron placed his arm around Spencer’s shoulder, and soon Spencer was folding his legs under him and curling into Aaron’s side, resting his head on Aaron’s shoulder.

It wasn’t something the team was expecting to see, they had never seen this side of the pair before, but none of them were going to say anything; they deserved to be happy. Emily may or may not have snapped a picture to send to Garcia. The conversation lulled until the two men were settled, and when it picked back up, the pair didn’t join in. They seemed to be lost in their own world, whispering words quiet enough that the rest of them could hear.

Aaron eventually rejoined the conversation when JJ started talking about Henry, but Spencer stayed lost in his own world, curled into Aaron’s side, half asleep. Soon, the jet was landing and Aaron had to nudge Spencer off him so they could put their seatbelts on.

As soon as Aaron shifted to sit up, Spencer let out a groan. “Mmfh, Aaron, no. Comfortable.”

Aaron let out a low chuckle. “Come on, Spence, we’re landing.”

Spencer gave Aaron one of his kitten glares before sitting up and settling back into his own seat. Aaron leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss, hoping it would make up for not being able to cuddle again until they got home. Spencer was sporting a huge grin when Aaron pulled away (the rest of the team were too, Aaron and Spencer just weren’t paying attention to them)

“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy,” Aaron whispered to him before he settled back into his seat. The girls seemed to have heard that one, though, as they both let out an obnoxious “Aww!

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[munsonsreputation]

Request 5: Blurb

Eddie and maybe the subject of moving in with his partner ?

hey anela!!! thank you for participating in my celebration...your kind words and this request always mean so much to me!!! 🎉💌✨ i hope you like what i came up with 💘💫

“Right here?” Eddie sought, holding the frame against the wall as you stood some feet away, tilting your head to ensure it was dead centered where you wanted it. 

“Yeah? Yeah. That looks good, actually.” You nodded, pressing your finger against your chin as Eddie hooked it onto the nail, securing it in place as he stepped back, hands bracing on each side to catch the painting if it fell. 

When he stood back to get his own glimpse of it, he smiled, reaching out to wrap his arm across your shoulder to pull you into him. 

“It looks sick.” Eddie expressed, and you hummed in agreement, making sure to thank Will Byers with some homemade cookies for commissioning the piece you and Eddie wanted to hang in the living room. 

The space wasn’t too big, but it definitely was an upgrade from the trailer. It was finally a space that you and Eddie owned, giving the two of your free rein to decorate however you wanted while including each others input. Thankfully, the two of you were pretty much in agreement with everything you wanted for the space. 

He had put out his record player in the living room, displaying it in the TV console along with your combined collections of vinyls that you both loved. You wanted the space to feel earthy, picking up some fresh plants from the farmers’ market to decorate empty window sills and negative space where no furniture sat on the floor. Eddie had picked out some of his favorite posters that were yet to be destroyed, and hung them up on the walls, perfectly completing the space. 

The same was done in your shared bedroom. 

His guitar was sitting nicely on a stand this time, as opposed to being hung on a mirror, though it was a pretty sick option for his teenage years. You had your very own bookshelf with your growing collection of literature, even going ahead and placing all of Eddie’s book in their own compartment as well.

he two of you had collectively worked together to pick the bedding—a simple, subtle floral that Eddie could tolerate. And of course with extra blankets and pillows because you were notorious for hogging them in the middle of the night…not that he minded, anyway. 

“I can’t believe this place is ours.” You sighed, grazing his arm with your lips and taking a slow look around the newly furnished place. 

He hummed, returning the kiss to the top of your head, “We worked hard for it, baby.” 

“We sure did—I’ll miss Wayne though.” 

Eddie chuckled faintly, nodding his head in agreement because uncle Wayne was the closet thing he had to a father. Always looking out for him and being the sole provider before Eddie was old enough to get a job to help pay the bills and give some spare cash for groceries. Wayne also loved you the second Eddie had introduced you to him. It took a lot of Eddie to open up because of the trauma he faced in his childhood, but you got him to crack open that shell and be a little more vulnerable. 

It not only caused a beautiful relationship for you and Eddie, but Eddie was able to get closer with Wayne. Asking for more advice about the real world, which is exactly how you two ended up in your own apartment. Wayne knew you two were growing up and wanting a space of your own, even the two of you getting better at saving money to afford a place, and so Wayne knew when he saw the ad in the newspaper it was the perfect place for the two of you. 

“I’m sure he’ll come to visit, maybe stay over for a night once we get the guest bedroom finished.” Eddie suggested as you smiled to yourself, thinking about Wayne and all your friends crashing at your place for once. 

“There’s still so much to do.” You continued, realizing that there was barely any furniture in the guest bedroom and the kitchen was severely lacking more than two of each type of dish and utensil. 

Your boyfriend laughed, poking your side, causing you to turn around and meet his bemused face, “Don’t panic…this place is already home because you’re here.” 

You snorted, rolling your eyes playfully, “When did you get so corny?” 

He scrunched his nose, placing his hands under your arms and hoisting you up with ease while you squealed, “Put me down, Eds!” 

“Admit I’m not corny!” He exclaimed, spinning you around as you continued your train of giggles and happy screams as he did the same. 

“Fine!” you yelped, pinching his back as you felt him spin faster by some weird way, “You’re not corny!” 

He grunted in satisfaction, slowing down his feet as he put you down gently, keeping his hands on your shoulder until your vision stopped spinning. Once he saw you come back, he kissed your cheek with a smirk glued on his face while you proceeded to pout. 

“Thanks, sugar.” 

You lightly slapped his chest with no force or malice, “You could’ve made me throw up on our floors…first cleanup since moving in!” 

“It’d be an honor to clean up your vomit in our home.” He argued, pleased with his response as you laughed, throwing your head back at his comical words of what is supposed to be endearment. 

Instead of pretending to gag at the thought of him mopping up your hurl, you threw your arms over his neck, tiptoeing to be face to face with him. 

“You’re my home too, Eddie Munson.” 

His teeth flashed at you with his full smile, resting his hands on your hips as he squeezed, “What d’you say we go make love in our bedroom?” 

You blushed ferociously like he hadn’t asked you a million times before, but this time, it was special. In your place that you two owned, where there were no restrictions, no worries of waking someone, and a sanctuary for you and Eddie. 

“Sounds like a plan…this time we can be as loud as we want.” 

Eddie smirked, lightly patting your bum, signaling you to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist as he started his way towards the bedroom. 

“Let’s hope our neighbors aren’t home.” He countered before kissing your lips lovingly. 

His feet kicked the door shut, and he laid you in the center of the bed, licking his lips and you bit your lip before speaking once more, 

“Oh, they’re definitely gonna hate us.” 

[munsonsreputation]

Hi Kay! Again, congrats on reaching 200 followers! How about a request #5?

So, this is kinda based on something that happened to me last week, feel free to adapt it. Some details: reader went out for a walk with her dog and she always stops by Family Video to talk with Steve and Robin. That morning, even though Steve knew she was coming, she didn't show up. Steve is about to call her when the phone rings and it’s this lady saying reader is there and is not ok because she ran away from a stray dog that almost attacked her. So Steve goes there to rescue her and he’s like “Ok, you’re not walking alone ever again, tomorrow I’m picking you up because no one's gonna hurt you or your dog” and she is still very scared. You can decide if Steve brings her to stay with him while he works or if he takes her home… Idk if this is a good request, I’m kinda bad at this, and after what happened to me (I got someone to call my parents, no Stevie for me hahaha), I just wanted some comfort you know

my dear, effie...i'm so sorry that this happened to you and noah, but i hope this could be a little pick me up!!! thank you again for the overwhelming support, it means the world to me 🌎💘💫

Steve tapped the counter impatiently, watching the hands of the clock on his wrist go by minute by minute, waiting for the bell to chime as you wandered through the doors with your dog leading the way. He always looked forward to your mid-morning visits, keeping dog treats under the counter to give to your pup while you and him talked about what was to come of the day before being joined by Robin who couldn’t help but to give the pupper a bunch of pets and kisses. 

But it was already 9:47 a.m. and you and your shih-tzu Noah had yet to arrive at Family Video. You two were never a minute late or even a minute early. He knew that you had the same walk every day and took the same route, which regularly led you to be here by 9:45. 

Something was wrong and he could feel it in his bones. 

“Jesus, why are you staring at the door like that?” Robin sought, knitting her brows as she passed by him with a stack of tapes in her arms. 

Steve sighed, wrenching his eyes away from the door and watching his friend begin restocking the shelves. “She’s not here, yet. She’s always here on time.” 

Robin just laughed lightly, glancing over at him swiftly, then getting back to work, “I’m sure she’s just running behind…maybe she woke up late or something?” 

He shook his head, walking away from the counter and standing beside Robin, trying to formulate the best possible explanation for your absence. 

“No, she rarely wakes up late. Remember, she told us she got that new alarm clock that’s super duper loud and it always wakes her up on time.” 

“I vaguely remember that conversation,” She responded, shaking her head to herself before turning her head to him with an apparent look of bewilderment, “Wait, she told us that like a month ago…how can you remember that but not by sandwich order from last week?”

Steve squinted, crossing his arms across his chest.

“W-what does that have anything to do with—never mind, I’m just going to call her to make sure.” 

She snorted, pushing his shoulder as he walked away, heading for the telephone. “Her number is on file, by the way.” 

“I don’t need her file, I already have it memorized—“ 

The phone rung just as Steve was about to pick it up and dial the combination of numbers he somehow was able to remember. He and Robin promptly shared a look. Rarely did they ever get calls this early in the day, but Steve just shrugged, picking it up so he could make his very improtant phone call to you. 

“Family Video. How can I help you?” He answered with his customer service voice, making his friend crack a scoff and to that Steve flipped her the bird, awaiting the response from the other side.

He could hear faint voices in the background but thought nothing of it at first, “Is this Steve?” 

“Y-yeah? Who’s this?” 

There was a relived sigh before they spoke again, “Okay, sweetheart, I’ve got him on the phone. Just hold on…” The voice on the other line said to what he was guessing another person before Steve asked again. 

“Who is this?” 

“Listen, your lady friend and her dog were chased by a stray…she came running and screaming into the apartment complex about a few minutes from your store.” 

His heart raced, finally comprehending the cries in the background to be yours. All the horrible thoughts of what could have gone wrong, racing in his mind a million miles over the speed limit.

“Is she ok? Is Noah ok?” He ordered, ushering Robin with a quick slap on the counter that got her rounding the corner pressing her ear on the other side of the phone so she could hear. 

“They’re both a bit shaken up. I was about to leave when she came running with the dog in her hands. Calling from a payphone right now, she asked me to call you.” 

Robin smirked, pinching Steve’s side as he flinched away, mouthing for her to “fuck off.” Everyone knew that you and Steve were close…very close, yet neither of you had made a move. But it was clear that you were each others’ person.

“I’ll be there in five minutes.” 

“Sounds good.” 

Steve slammed the phone back onto the base, reaching into his pockets to grab his keys as he was already halfway to the door by the time he spoke, “I’ll be back in 10!” 

“Give them a hug for me, lover-boy!” Robin hollered back uselessly, as Steve had already made it to his car, getting in and hightailing it out of the parking lot and down the road. 

What should’ve been a five-minute drive to the apartment complex it was only two minutes for him. Speeding through the streets and running yellow lights, something be wouldn’t usually do since his title was now a responsible teenage babysitter.

Yet he did it for you.

When he saw you and Noah cradled in your arms, he quickly put the car in park, hopping out. 

“Steve…” Your voice cracked with tears streaming down your cheeks, meeting him halfway and digging your face in his chest. 

He placed one of his hands on your back pulling you closer, “Hey…it’s ok,” the other hand reaching down to stroke behind your puppy’s ear, calming him down. 

“S’ok, bud…kept mom safe huh?” Steve spoke gently as Noah’s shaking faltered and the dog lapped at Steve’s wrist, making him smile. 

“I scared the stray away. Will they be alright?” 

Steve didn’t even notice the stranger standing off to the side, who gave him a small smile after seeing how quickly you and the pup warmed up. He gave the kind individual a curt nod and thanks, watching as they walked over to their car and drove off. 

Feeling your nerves settle down, you drew away slightly from Steve’s chest, peering up at him through your wet lashes, “I’m sorry for making you come here—“ 

Steve shook his head rapidly, “No, you didn’t make me do anything…matter a fact, I’m glad you called me. I was worried sick when you didn’t come in on time.” 

You sniffled, swallowing thickly as you recounted what had happened only moments ago. 

“I was terrified. One second, me and Noah are on our jolly way.” You ceased, tears brimming your eyes again and so you lifted Noah closer to your face to press a kiss to his head before continuing. 

“Then this stray just comes out of nowhere and starts chasing us…I’ve never run so fast in my life, Steve. The whole time I was just screaming, crying, trying to get someone to help.” 

By now you had buried your face into Noah’s fur, perhaps puzzling your little fluff ball, but he was smart, letting you crying into him as Steve had let you. People always said that pets were the closest thing to a child, and it was most definitely true, at least for you. Noah was your little baby, and you’d rather that stray hurt you than any hair on his body. But yet, the situation had made you feel so hopeless even after the stranger had helped you. 

“I know, I know, but you’re safe now.” Steve murmured, kissing the top of your head and pulling you back into his arms.

The three of you stood there for a while in the middle of this empty apartment complex. Soft and encouraging words spoken to you and Noah…but mainly for you, as your little doggie was, for the most part, cool, enjoying the presence of his mom and his favorite friend of hers, Steve. 

“From now on, you’re not walking alone.” Steve informed you, rocking his head as he looked around. Reminding himself that the loose dog could still be out here somewhere waiting for you two again. 

He couldn’t let anything happen to you guys. 

“S-steve, really, it’s going to be fine—“ 

He folded his lips into a tight line, shaking his head once again, and taking Noah from your arms to cradle him in his chest. The small action making your frown turn upside down in an instant seeing how your dog quickly accustomed in his grasp and appeared so at peace, like he did with you. 

“Robin can handle the store by herself for a few minutes…your place isn’t too far, anyway, so I can just pick you two up and we can walk around the area together.” 

You took a deep breath, biting your lip as you reached out to pet Noah’s head, watching his eyes slowly begin to close with every second that ticked by. 

“Are you sure?” You proposed, as Steve jokingly rolled his eyes and tilted his head. 

“Positive…now do you still want to swing by the store?” He paused, but just for a second, before you could even nod your head yes, that there was nowhere else you wanted to be right now besides with him. 

Steve spoke, a blush covering his cheeks out of nowhere, letting the words rip from his mouth before he could even stop.

“I’ve got Noah’s favorite treats and I’m sure we’ve got something we could use as a bowl for water. Annnnnd I take my lunch break in thirty minutes, so I was thinking we could all get something to eat. A little lunch date, if you will?” 

Obviously there was a reason why Noah liked Steve so much, and it wasn’t just because of the daily treats, but because his owner, you, liked Steve too. 

“Sounds like a plan.” You grinned, stepping close to plant a kiss on Steve’s cheek as the blush turned even brighter.

Steve somehow had this ability to make everything better. There was an ease to him that you adored, especially in times like these where the tears stopped pouring and his safety net caught you and your pup.

It felt natural as he slung his arm across your shoulder, leading you and Noah to his car like his favorite part of his day. That was the first and definitely not the last lunch date the three of you want on.

Turns out that you and Steve make the perfect parents for little ole’ Noah.

[munsonsreputation]

Hiii🤗 for the 200 celebration, I was wondering if I can request a short fluff blurb with Eddie? Maybe the reader is not feeling well so he decides to try cook reader's favourite meal hoping it makes her feel a bit better? Thank you🥰

Also, congratulations again on the 200 followers🥰🎉

thank you so much, francy!!! i hope you like this little imagine instead of a blurb....i honestly don't know the difference and i can't help but add a lot of details so yeah...hope this is ok and i did your request justice!!! 🤓💘💫💌

You knew today was going to be a long day just by the way you started off your morning. 

First, the battery in your alarm clock died in the middle of the night and didn’t wake you up on time. So you were an hour and a half late to your shift, which your manager wasn’t too happy about. Then said manager proceeded to make backhanded comments about you during the entire shift for your honest mistake, even though you had apologized multiple times. To top it all off, you had to deal with a load of asshole customers, which was your breaking point. 

When you finally clocked out of worked, you sat in your car for a good twenty minutes, crying your eyes out and talking yourself through the breakdown in hopes of calming down, but the more you spoke to yourself the worse it got. How you drove home through your cloudy eyes, you never really knew, but you were thankful you ended up in your favorite boys’ driveway to get the comfort you needed. 

Digging your fingers into your bag, you felt for your keys, instinctively sorting through the pieces of metal until you felt the most familiar one. As you were unlocking the door, the tears seemed to have fallen down faster and your sniffles got louder, finally in a space where you know you didn’t need to hide. 

“Hey baby, how was — oh jesus, c’mere.” 

Eddie was there, sitting on the couch with the television on and a coca-cola in his hands. His eyes swept to your figure at the front door, instantly greeting you with glee before realizing your state. He instantly got up, setting his drink down on the coffee table and engulfing you in his arms as you sobbed relentlessly. 

Your body went limp against his the second he put his arms around you in that reassuring hold that you knew you could always come back to. The tears soaked through his shirt, but he didn’t care, just whispering sweet nothings into your ear and rubbing soothing circles on your back, doing his best to get you to calm down the way he knew he could. 

Soon enough, your cries died down and only the small sniffles and sharp intakes of breath were felt against his chest. He did an experimental pull away just to gauge if you were ok, and you let him, finally meeting his eyes for the first time that afternoon. 

“You want to talk about it?” He whispered gently, wiping his thumbs beneath your sunken in eyes that overflowed with sadness as you shook your head, taking a deep breath. 

“I had a shit day…maybe i’m just being overdramatic—“ 

“Absolutely not, baby…look,” He glanced at his watch, checking for the time before turning his attention back to you. 

“Why don’t you have a bath to get your nerves calmed down and I’ll work on something?” 

You swallowed, nodding your head as you realized you most definitely wanted to get your stupid work clothes off and spend the rest of the day with Eddie in hopes of you feeling a bit better because he always knew how to . So you followed his advice, stepping into the hot shower he had prepared for you while you were grabbing a fresh t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that were definitely his.

Eddie struggled in the kitchen, working quicker than he should’ve been to make sure the meal was ready by the time you got out. It wasn’t like it was supposed to be hard…it was boxed mac and cheese for god-sake. But it was your favorite comfort meal, the one you ate all the time when you were a little kid that brought upon this nostalgia and comfort you clung to and he wanted to make you feel better today. 

The stove was on high, bubbles coming to the surface as the pasta cooked rapidly. There was another pot on the other burner where Eddie whisked together the powder cheese packet, a bit of milk and butter, and a small helping of fresh cheddar—thank god, Wayne had bought some for his sandwiches. He managed to chop up the slices into little pieces to help melt faster. Some sort of trick you had showed him that made the mac and cheese felt a bit more elevated. 

“Fuck, fuck, shit—ouch! Ok, that’s definitely hot!”  

Curses went flying out of his mouth, hastily grabbing the knob to cut the heat to stop the water from boiling over, while some of the steam came too close to his arm. He could hear the bathroom door from upstairs open, causing him to panic, grabbing the pot of pasta and pouring it into the sink where a strainer laid. 

The residual steam filled up the small cavity of the sink and the space above it, the air hot as Eddie dropped the pan into the empty side of the sink compartment and reached for the second pot he had, pulling it away from the heat as the mixture was almost close to burning. 

“Baby?” You called out, walking down the hall with a towel in hand, drying your hair squeeze by squeeze.

“I—I’m in the kitchen babe!” He hollered, followed by cabinets and drawers slamming against the wood as you got closer. 

The second the kitchen came into view, there he was, with a smile on his face, sweat beaded at his forehead, his hair a little more frizzy than usual, a kitchen towel slung over this shoulder, and a bowl in his hands. 

“Are you ok?” You stiffed your laughter, watching him take deep breaths from his nose rather than his mouth, as he was winded.

His smile got even wider, walking closer to you while you dropped the towel onto one of the dining chairs, “I made your favorite.” 

“Eds…” you awed, a new puddle of tears forming in your eyes by his sweet sweet act of kindness. 

“I heard a favorite meal can always be a nice pick me up after a shit day.” 

You took the bowl from his hands, immediately placing it down on the dining table before pulling him into a tender kiss. He could feel the relaxation radiating off of you now, a clear difference from fifteen minutes ago. You could feel his smile against your lips, moving softly against one another with no rush, before finally pulling away. 

“Do you still have that tape of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?” 

He furrowed his brows, thinking to himself before nodding, “Yeah, it should be somewhere in the living room…why?” 

You grinned, peppering kissing on his cheeks, “I say we share this fine bowl of mac and cheese and watch a movie.” 

“Anything to make my girl feel better.” He murmured, taking your hand and your favorite meal to sit on the couch where he made you forget all the horrible things of today in a flash.

[munsonsreputation]

200 CELEBRATION!!! 💐✨💌💫

Hi everyone it's Kay!!

I just reached over 200 followers on my blog and WOW WOW WOW!!!!! Thank you guys so much for showing me appreciation, kindness, and love...I'm wishing each and every single one of you all a wonderful new year full of happiness and growth 🤓🌱❤️

To celebrate this surreal accomplishment I've decided to open up my asks (though they are ALWAYS open) so that we can get a little more interactive and you all can get to know me better <3 I'm not too familiar with these kinds of things so please excuse me if some of these don't make any sense. Below I've listed different requests/prompts that you all can slide into my asks with and I will be doing my best to reply to all of them and feel free to send in as many as you'd like and ask any other questions that aren't on this list as well!! You can also send them in as anon or not, which ever you are comfortable with 😊

Request #1: Stranger Things x Taylor Swift ｡･ﾟﾟ･ send me any stranger things character and I will tell you what taylor swift song(s) I associate them with 🎶👤

Request #2: Rant ｡･ﾟﾟ･ need to get something off your chest and desk? take this opportunity to rant about anything and you can either ask for advice or simply words of encouragement. sometimes we just want to be heard and do not need unsolicited advice so please let me know if you want either or both!! 🔊🤗

Request #3: Chit Chat ｡･ﾟﾟ･ ask me some random questions, I literally do not care how many you ask me hahaha I will try to answer all the ones I feel the most comfortable asking! Ex: coffee order, favorite dilf, current playlist, ect. 📩☕️

Request #4: What's To Come ｡･ﾟﾟ･ send this in if you want a random sentence from one of my wips with no context 💻🤓

Request #5: Blurb x Stranger Things ｡･ﾟﾟ･ send me brief prompt or saying (angst, fluff, or smut) and I'll write a short blurb for a Stranger Things character you pick out of Eddie, Steve, Robin, or Nancy📝📺

I'm so excited to interact with you all and I can't wait!!! Last, I want to thank each and every single one of you guys who has liked, reblogged, and left comments/tags on my stories. It truly means the world to me and you guys put a smile on my face everyday...so thank you so so so much 😭💘🌎

Mutuals are tagged below, but please don't feel pressured to participate, however your reblog to spread the word would mean a lot if you are able to!! thank you all 🌟💘 : @tvserie-s-world @esme-viridian @translatemunson @ur-local-geek-fest @maddipoof @mediocre-daydreams @hopelessromantic87 @mapleransom-blog @zariaskz @deliriousleyserious @rvdsxmz @hstoria @tasmbestspdrman @moonxxlight @sillypurplemurple @munsonswhore86 @john-joong @str4ngerthingshavehappenedhere @chervbs @sodapop182 @wordsbymae @eddieandbird

[creenbriar]

hi! congrats on the 200 followers! I'd love to be added to your birthday page as Reya and my birthday is 2nd January! can you add my through my blog @rob-lightwood or @reya-writes? They are my sideblogs and I don't want to be from my main blog :)

of course! you’ve been added!

want a spot on my birthday page?

[galbinuscarnation]

Art by Cassandra Jean link Time to celebrate another milestone for my Matthew Fairchild blog! It took three years to reach my milestone of 100 followers, but within months between Cassie’s generous posts and snippets about TLH, and with the release of Cast Long Shadows, my follow count has grown tremendously.  For those of you who have been around for a while, thank you for your continued support. For those who are just joining the fun, welcome! I’ve noticed my peers doing celebrations by opening their inbox and inviting followers to ask questions, so I’ll do the same.  Send a 🍵 for a short headcanon. Send a 📗 with a prompt for short fic. Send a 💚for an TSC/TLH edit request.