#and then imagine that female version

[frogwithastrawberry]

You ever look back at something you did as a kid (or just when you were younger) and think, "Damn. That's kinda gay-" And it was. You are gay. This should have been your clue.

Tag yourself with things you did that should've tipped you off a bit earlier.

@batwingedserpent You've gotta have done something. Continue the chain

[shakslove]

not the svsss hyperfixation hitting a full year after i first read it....

[ghostlyfleur]

𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

eddie munson x shy!oc

contents: anxiety, curse words, friends to lovers. lovesick!eddie, inexperienced!reader, self-consciousness, first kiss, sharing clothes. eddie’s jacket is oversized on reader. can be read as x reader, but a bit oc too? carnival date.

word count: ~1.5k

eddie munson is in love.

she is entirely inexperienced in anything romantic or sexual; no first kiss, never even got close to it. extremely shy and anxious, has a seemingly innocent aura, is a bit out of sorts, ditzy, with a sort of luna lovegood vibe. doesn’t argue with people, always tears up if confronted about anything, doesn’t have beef with anyone and is a lot more rational than emotional even though she tears up so easily. also doesn’t hold grudges or care what people think of her…

the thing is, she has been introverted her whole life, a very anxious person, and so doesn’t understand that eddie munson likes her because she needs to be told how people feel about her very explicitly otherwise her mind will convince her they hate her. anxiety is like that. and she’s the kind of person that has a hard time realizing that people can perceive their existence and have feelings for them, no matter what type of feelings, so even though eddie is not at all shy about flirting with her and giving her all of the attention in the world in his over-the-top, overdramatic way, he also knows that if anything other than the friendship he’s thankfully managed to build with her is going to happen, romantic-wise, that she has to be the one to initiate it— but she’s oblivious!

on the other hand though, she doesn’t even bother hiding her infatuation with eddie — it’s a lot more than infatuation by now. she’s always looking at him with stars in her eyes and laughs at his jokes and smiles that big, square, goofy smile whenever they lock eyes and constantly praises him because he deserves to feel as special as he is, right? and she goes into detailed talks about lord of the rings with him, likes many of the same bands he does or simply lets him play his favorites for her, and she truly loves to watch hellfire play dungeons & dragons.

her eds even made her a special edition pink hellfire shirt. ‘cause he’s a simp.

one day, as she’s out with chrissy and heather outside a diner, talking and laughing and catching up, eddie is close by somewhere with friends. his van is parked nearby.

it starts getting chilly, and eddie’s girl starts shivering, so she quickly excused herself away from the girls, “gimme a second!” and reaches through the open window of eddie’s van, making a mental note to grill him about it later — “‘cause it isn’t safe, eds!” — to grab his leather jacket thinking of how he has told her over and over that she can borrow it, that “what’s mine is yours, sweets. i don’t mind sharing if it’s with you”, so she figures it’s okay, right? and goes back to the girls who are fucking smirking like they see something she doesn’t.

it’s about fifteen minutes later, and eddie is walking towards the trio, simply because he misses his girl and wants a hug, when he sees it.

she’s wearing his jacket. his jacket.

in typical eddie fashion, he makes a scene— gasping dramatically, he clutches his chest over his heart and falls to his knees, because fuck what anyone around thinks. his precious girl is wearing his fucking jacket! and she looks like a fucking angel.

“eds, what are you doin’?”

“do you know how heavenly you look in my jacket? i just had to get on my knees to worship you.”

the boy shuffles closer to his sweet girl on his knees still while he talks and she’s flustered, okay? she’s shy and her face is on fire and she’s covering her cheeks and giggling. and because it’s eddie, her eddie, she’s not running away to have a panic attack. ‘cause it’s eddie and he’s being sweet, so she can’t focus on anyone else long enough to feel crippling anxiety or embarrassment. doesn’t even care that chrissy is cooing and heather is smirking.

“that jacket is yours now, you own it. you pretty much own me by now.” eddie says, on his knees, in front of her

“it’s okay that i took it right?” she makes sure even after his display of joy, ‘cause anxiety isn’t rational “you said i—”

her eddie knows her, though. he stands up, gets real fucking close to her, so close they’re almost touching, with this look of absolute adoration and “i’d give ya everything i have if i could, pretty.”

fast forward a few days later. chrissy kept yapping on and on to the oblivious girl about how “in love” eddie is, but it’s as though her brain won’t let her even entertain the idea.

that’s until she’s having a semi-regular quote unquote friend-date with eddie, something they’ve done quite a few times before, and this time they go to the fair. they’re doing everything couples might do, eddie is very aware of this, and he’s over the moon to just be enjoying quality time with his pretty girl until she spots a photobooth, “oh, eds! we have to!” and eddie’s desperately counting coins to pay. the pictures go a little something like this:

after coming up blank with pose ideas, they just look at each other and laugh, but at the sound of his free and bright laugh, she just stares at her boy like he’s a dream come true— first pic is taken, looking at eddie like he hung the moon while he’s mid-laugh.

eddie notices her staring and goes from loud laughs to breathless ones, a smile on his lips, and whispers a soft “what?”— second picture is taken as the girl quickly presses her lips to his, her very first kiss, and it’s caught on camera.

the third picture depicts eddie’s sweet girl nervously rambling “i was going to ask for permission first, i promise!” while eddie has a glassy, dreamy look on his face, slack jawed, looking at her lips.

and at the fourth snap? eddie presses forward to shut her up with another impossibly soft and tender kiss, both of their eyes are closed and his hand is holding her jaw, thumb brushing her cheek.

after they part from the second kiss, eddie acknowledges that it was her first kiss, a shy “was that okay?” to which his sweetheart just smiles really big and nods excitedly over and over with a breathless giggle. that was the perfect first and second kiss and she couldn’t ask for more.

they hold hands the rest of the night.

[asterias-record-shop]

cherry cola and popcorn (s.h.)

Steve Harrington was never one to repeat dates with you, someone he wanted to be his high school sweetheart for the rest of his life. But, when he realized how much you loved drive-in movie dates, he had to put that in the rotation of your dates. Tonight, though, was couples night at the drive in, and something just had Steve turned on. – 2.1K words

Steve wanted to get you flowers. Your favorite flowers, specifically.

He didn’t really get anyone flowers until he got with you, and he saw how much you loved getting them, so stopping by your house to pick you up for the movie before walking in to watch you lovingly cut the flowers to put into a vase.

After picking his favorite bouquet that reminded him of you, he walked back to his car and drove to your house to pick you up – aware of the fact that what he probably just thought up would most likely happen.

So when he knocked on your door and you opened it up, a black dress with a cherry pattern dotted all over the fabric and your neckline dropping low to show off slight bits of your pretty tits.

“Hey baby!” You giggled when you saw him, quickly taking the flowers. “Oh, they’re so pretty! Thank you, Stevie,” you leaned forward to kiss his lips as he walked inside, his hand settling in the small of your back as he followed you in. “What movie are we watching tonight?”

Steve hummed softly, kissing your temple. “Mmm, not sure. It’s Couples Night, so I’m assuming a romance.”

His words made you groan, sighing softly. “I hope it’s not one of those cringy ones.”

He smiled as he watched you take the flowers out of plastic, starting to take off the leaves and trim the stem. He knew you would do that, that’s how you always took care of your flowers.

“Would you rather that or erotica?” He laughed as you groaned, sighing.

“Honestly? Erotica,” you giggled as you cut the stems diagonally. “Better than some damn cringy ass romance.”

“You don’t like romance, baby?” Steve came behind you, holding your hips with a smile, tucking his face into the crook of your neck with a smile. “You don’t think I romance you?”

“I like the way you romance me,” you leaned back into him, smiling widely as you tilted your head to the side so he kissed against your skin. “Not the cringy romances on TV.”

He hummed softly as he let his hands trail down the smooth fabric of the dress, tilting his head slightly. “I love this dress. Is it new?”

You smiled, nodding. Steve always noticed the little things. “Mhm. Just got it.”

His hands started to go lower on your sides, his lips kissing firmly against your neck. The feeling made your head spin as you inhaled deeply, slowly putting the flower food at the bottom of the vase before filling it up with water.

“Think it might be my new favorite,” he whispers, biting his lip. “Definitely my new favorite, to be honest… looks so good on you.”

You hummed softly, nodding as you put the flowers into the vase. They fit perfectly. “Reminds me of cherry cola.”

He smiled. You loved cherry cola. “Then why don’t we go get your favorite from the drive in?”

You hummed, nodding. “Definitely. I got some allowance, too.”

Steve shook his head, kissing under your ear. “Uh uh… I invited you out, I’m paying.”

He was always like that, always a gentleman when he started taking you out on dates – and you at some points hated it. He really wanted to do as much as he could for you, and you hated it as much as you loved it, just because you really wanted to give back to him.

Still, he wanted to make sure that you knew that you could repay him in other ways, like wearing this pretty dress.

“Come on,” he whispered, smiling. “Let’s go. I don’t want us to be late.”

You hummed, nodding as you grabbed your purse and both of you walked out. He opened the door for you like a gentleman, helping you inside before going around and quickly getting in. Starting the car, he pulls you to the center seat making you giggle, wrapping one arm around your form and softly kissing your head before he drives off.

You let your hand settle on his thigh, tracing patterns against the denim before going up and down steadily. Steve knew how to hide the fact you were turning him on, for fucks sake, he had been hiding you ever since he met you.

So, as you drove towards the drive-in movie theater, the only thing on his mind was getting you that cherry cola. And, of course, some popcorn for himself.

Most of the time in this relationship, he wasn’t the one to think about himself, your pleasure and your happiness over his own. That was just the type of person that was in this relationship, his relationship with you.

So when you both finally got to the drive-in movie theater he painstakingly had to draw his attention from your fingers and to the teenage boy at the ticket stand. Steve had seen the guy around the school, and he looked even more tired here than he did at school.

Steve tipped him after buying the tickets, weaving through cars to get as close as possible to the screen as you started taking off your seatbelt. He turned off the car as you tugged at his jean jacket.

“Come with me to the snack shack?” Your voice was slightly whiny as you looked up at him with wide eyes, teasing him.

How could he say no to that?

So, he followed you to the snack shack, his hand continuously on the small of your back as you both went through the line where he watched you order a large and medium bucket of popcorn, with two cherry colas and a box of your favorite candy before you got to the cashier.

The girl told you the price and you held your hand out to Steve, your boyfriend already putting his wallet in your hand as he gathered everything that you had purchased, positioning his arms expertly as you paid. You kept his wallet with you as you both walked back to the car, commercials playing as you got in and he passed you the drinks so he wouldn’t spill before going around.

He passed you the popcorn as you stuck a straw into your bottled cherry cola, sipping on it as Steve pulled you closer, softly kissing your head as you popped a piece of popcorn into your mouth.

“Want some?”

Steve shook his head as you pouted slightly, looking back at the screen as you fixed your dress. His hand slowly pulled away from your shoulders, fixing his position to the side as he let his head duck down to kiss into your neck.

His kisses were hot and wet, open mouth against your neck as you inhaled shakily, tilting your head to the side as you set the bottle and box of popcorn in his cupholders. “Stevie-”

He hummed, shaking his head into your neck as his large hand started to bunch up your dress. “Fuck, baby… I told you this is my favorite dress… it’s doing something to me, I swear,” he whispered against your neck, his tongue trailing the expanse of your collarbone. “Can I baby? Please?”

You couldn’t focus on his words, tilting your head back as his hands slowly explored your body, one gently pushing apart your thighs to let his fingers trail up and down your slit while the other cupped your braless tits.

“Please baby? I want you so bad, I promise I’ll be gentle…”

Steve was never gentle, not unless you needed him to be. And right now, with the way he was sucking and digging his teeth into your skin, you didn’t need him to be gentle.

“You don’t have to,” you whisper as he smiles into your neck, finally pulling away from your neck with slightly puffy lips. “J-Just… don’t make it so obvious.”

“Come here baby,” he whispered as he shifted you to the driver's seat, pressing the small switch on the side of the seat to lean his seat back. You yelped, not expecting it as he slowly ducked under your dress, groaning as he trailed his nose into your inner thigh. “Fuck, you never wear panties under dresses like this… it drives me fucking insane.”

You gasped as he nudged his nose against your clit, a breathy exhale against your fluttering cunt making your thighs twitch.

“Spread your legs for me baby…” he puts one of your feet on the resting spot meant for a driver’s foot and the other on the slight lift of the floor for the middle seat. “Mmmm, your cunt looks so fucking pretty…”

You could only imagine how you looked, absolutely soaked and your lips puffy as he let his tongue trail circles around your clit. His fingers slowly massaged against your entrance, his blunt digits making you squirm slightly as you whined and started to roll your hips.

“St-Stevie-”

“I know, babe,” he murmured, nodding into your slit as he let his tongue flick against your entrance to taste your perfect essence. “Fuck, you taste so good… so fucking good.”

You pushed your hands under your dress, bunching it up at your waist and lifting it to see Steve licking languidly up and down your slit. A shiver ran down your spine as you watched him, his eyes never leaving yours as he sucked against your clit, a whine leaving your mouth as he slowly pushed his fingers into you. He always stretched you out with his fingers before he pushed his tongue into you and used it to make you cum countless times.

“Steve,” you groaned as you tilted your head back, your thighs shaking as you held the back of his head, pulling him closer. “Fuck, Stevie-”

“I know,” he whispered against your clit, languidly pumping his fingers in and out of you. Your walls clamped down on his digits as he flexed them inside of you, slowly pushing all of those special buttons that drove you insane. “I know, baby, I got you. I know what makes you feel good.”

Oh, you knew that he knew what made you feel good.

He let his teeth trail your clit just how you liked it, and he let you guide his face with slight tugs on your hair as you bucked your hips. He let you fuck yourself on his fingers, only languidly pumping until he heard your moans get louder, pushing his fingers deeper and rougher to hit that special spot inside of you that he knew would make you come undone.

His fingers inside of you felt so good, he knew what he was doing, he always did. You knew as soon as you came on his digits, he would use his tongue to fuck into you until his jaw ached.

So that was what was on your mind as you whined loudly, bucking your hips into his fingers as his lips continued their assault on your clit, sucking and nibbling against the sensitive bundle of nerves that began to puff up at his constant stimulation.

“Come on baby,” he whispered against your clit, groaning softly as he pushed his fingers in down to his knuckles. “Cum.”

You wailed as your hand pressed against the window, trying to steady yourself as your other hand kept his face in your cunt, bucking your hips into his mouth as you groaned loudly. He laughed against your cunt, groaning as you continued to use his fingers, your walls clamping down onto his digits making him shift his mouth down to your entrance.

He twisted his hands so that his wrist was up, curling his fingers inside of you and opening his mouth as though you were giong to cum like a faucet.

You basically did, hips bucking on their own as your hand pressed into the window, your other fingers tugging his hair back as he stayed close to your cunt, wet squelching filling the car as you wailed. He was always so good at this, so so good…

When you finally came down from your high, hips rolling lazily with soft whines as he pulled his fingers out of you and looked up.

“You don’t think we’re done, do you baby? The movies still got time left, and I’m not leaving this damn drive in until I fuck you.”

I do not ever give consent to my work being published on other platforms or being translated at any point, even if it is a request. If my work is on any other platform, it’s without my permission. Your media consumption is not my responsibility.

© asterias-record-shop

[callme-dickmaster]

Headboard

summary: eddie buys a headboard (and frame) for his bed but there's something... off about it.

pairing: eddie x fem!reader - no use of y/n

cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, established relationship, L-bombs, pet names, mentions of nosebleed, accidental injury, small abuse mention (nothing bad), mentions of sex, funny shit, teasing, wayne being an icon, eddie being a goofy dork, -I think that's all-

author's note: hey y'all 😩 I've been gone for a bit lol. All I've had time for is scrolling and not being able to write has been so depressing tbh. That with all the holidays and family drama I got going on rn has been so stressful omg. But I'm heree I'm writing now that I have a free minute to myself. Soo thanks for being patient love you! <3

(NOT PROOFREAD)

Eddie huffed, putting his hands on his hips as he glared at the bed frame and headboard sitting on his bedroom floor. Wayne hummed, tilting his head to look at the picture on the white headboard.

"Well, son, I didn't know princesses were your style!" he chuckled. Eddie rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair. "They're not! Dude didn't tell me it was his daughter's headboard!" he whined.

Wayne laughed, clapping a hand on Eddie's shoulder. "Look, I'll run down to Melvald's and get you some paint. What you think? Bubblegum pink?" Wayne asked before busting out laughing.

Eddie crossed his arms, glaring at his uncle, "Oh, you think you're so funny. Well, I'll just put it on backwards so no one can see it. How about that?" he said. Wayne snorted and put his hands up in surrender. "Suit yourself!" he said before walking out of the room. Eddie sighed, grabbing a hair tie sitting on his bed, and pulling his hair up into a bun.

The only reason he got the damn thing was because of you. There were too many times during sex when he couldn't catch himself on the wall in time before falling on top of you. One trip to the ER after giving you a nosebleed was enough for him. So, he searched until he found a guy that was getting rid of a bed frame and headboard for a twin XL which was perfect. Only he didn't realize until he brought it home and took it out of the box that it was his ten-year-old daughter's headboard that had Disney princesses all over it.

Eddie sat on his floor, screwing together the bars that made up his bedframe until it came time to face the princesses. Eddie turned the headboard so it faced the wall and tried to screw it in backwards like he said. "Don't look at me like that. I didn't ask for you," Eddie snapped at Snow White. He rolled his eyes and continued his attempts with no such luck.

"Hey, boy. Your girl's here and I'm gonna go get you that paint. And don't worry, I won't get pink I promise," Wayne chuckled. Eddie snorted and thanked him, "Black, please. If you don't mind. If the pink is cheaper go on ahead," he joked. Wayne saluted him, grabbed his keys, and left. He ran into you on his way to his truck and he just had to tell you what was going on.

"Eddie got a bedframe and it's... not what he wanted. So I'm getting him some paint. You want anything while I'm out, dolly?" Wayne asked. You smiled and shook your head, "No, I'm alright. Thank you though! I'll go see what this dork is up to. I'll hold up the fort while you're gone. God knows what Eddie'll do alone," you laughed. Wayne laughed and ruffled your hair before hopping in his old truck and driving away.

You walked into the trailer and kicked off your shoes before wandering into Eddie's room and laughing at him sitting criss-cross on the floor trying to screw on a headboard the wrong way. "You look goofy," you snickered. "Jesus! Baby, you scared the shit out of me!" Eddie exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest.

You smiled and flopped down on his bed. Eddie gave up on his project and leaned down to kiss you instead. "Got a headboard so I can't abuse you anymore," Eddie snickered, bopping your nose to prove his point. You laughed and rolled your eyes, "It was one time 'ya goober!" you giggled, bopping him back.

"Still! At least now I can do that super hot and sexy headboard maneuver when we do it," Eddie said, doing air thrusts and pretending to smack someone's ass. You smacked your hand to your forehead, but you had to laugh anyway. Eddie snickered and flicked some stray hairs out of his face. "Wayne tell you he was getting paint?" he asked, sitting on the floor in front of you and rubbing circles into your calves. You smiled, playing with his hair as best you could in its bun. "Yeah. What's wrong with it anyway? Looks like a normal ass headboard," you asked.

Eddie sighed, going over to the stupid thing and turning it to show you the problem. You covered your mouth before bursting into laughter.

"Don't laugh!" Eddie grumbled, pouting and squinting at Cinderella's mocking smile. You giggled, wiping an imaginary tear from your eye. "I'm not laughing at you! I just think it would be fucking hilarious if we were doing it and Snow White was staring you down!" you laughed.

Eddie curled his lips in, trying to pretend like that wouldn't be funny. "Look, just- when Wayne comes back will you help me paint?" Eddie asked, "I'll make you popcorn and we can watch a movie after?" he offered to sweeten the pot. You hummed and faked having to think about it before you smiled and agreed. Eddie cupped your cheeks and kissed you as a thank you, planting tiny kisses all over your face after.

"Okay! Okay! Don't smother me, goof," you giggled.

"I just love you."

"I love you too, but you're squishing my cheeks, dear."

--

"I'm so sorry, baby," Eddie breathed, holding a handful of tissues to your bleeding nose. You side-eyed him and sighed. "I thought you said the headboard was gonna fix this problem. I think it might've broken this time," you said. Eddie winced, reaching over to the tissue box the hospital receptionist gave you two.

"I'm really sorry. I tried to catch myself! I just... missed?" Eddie said, cringing. You snickered and sighed, tossing your clump of tissues away and grabbing more. "It's okay. It'll be a funny story to tell the kids someday," you said.

"We're not telling the kids you broke your nose having sex!"

small a/n: it's been a while lol but hopefully this is alright :)

[gilmore-angel]

everything has changed | aaron hotchner x reader

swiftmas ♱ heyyy.... so this is super late😬. I am now on break so hopefully the future ones will be on time💋

summary ♱ working at a daycare has its perks, a big one being a certain single dad.

warnings ♱ awkward flirting, my lack of understanding how daycares are run, ooc aaron probably cause I haven't watched this show in forever

swiftmas ♱ navigation ♱ follow my library account @baysfics to see when I post!

loud. if you had to use one word to describe your job it would be loud. you of course loved your work, but being completely overwhelmed has become a normal thing.

the end of the day was always the hardest. trying to gather all of the kids items, putting shoes on, getting through checkout, and cleaning up afterwards.

one little boy in particular however made your job a bit easier. Jack Hotchner, an adorable three year old, was polite, well behaved, and sweet. his father, aaron hotchner, was serious but seemed nice.

all you new about him was he worked a lot, and rarely was the one to pick jack up. 90% of the time it was his aunt to come pick him up.

but today was different. when your coworker said jacks parent was here for pickup you help his little winter coat on and backpack and walked with him to the front desk for checkout.

there stood arron, dressed in his usual black suit. his jet black hair was shiny and put together like always. his blank almost cold expression shifted to a much happier one when he saw jack running towards him.

the little boy hugged his father's legs in greeting, receiving a hug in return. you smile as you walk up to aaron and pass him the drawing jack made in class today.

"jack wanted to make sure u gave this to you," aaron smiles softly and takes it, looking over the two little stick figures playing in the snow, representing them.

he glances back up at you, nodding once at you, "thank you. youre jacks main teacher, correct?"

his voice sounding so clear is surprising to you. the most you heard from him was a quiet goodmorning or bye. you would see him mutter words to jack, but they were only for jack to here. the fact he talked to you at all was completely out of the norm.

you feel your cheeks heat up, suddenly realizing now that you have to speak directly to him how handsome he really is.

you smile softly and nod, "yes, I am." you realize too late how awkward you sound.

he nods, reaching out his hand to shake yours, "jack talks about you a lot. you seem to be his favorite here."

your heart swells at that, knowing jack was your favorite too. your heart also skips a beat at the feeling of shaking his hand. his skin is rough, yet his touch is gentle.

"thats so sweet. he brings you up a ton too." your hand drops back to your side and you fiddle with your jeans, suddenly feeling very flustered, a butterfly party happening in your tummy.

he smiles, a bit brighter now. he picks up his son, who is growing more and more tired by the second. he glances away before meeting your eyes again. "I uh, I appreciate all you do for my son. I work a lot out of state so, knowing my son has a good place to go is uh, comforting."

your smile widens, and you chuckle softly, "it my pleasure. he's a great kid."

you both continue to hold eye contact, your breathing calming a bit. he has kind eyes. tired ones, yes, but kind. he finally breaks the little bit of silence by clearing his throat, glancing down.

"well uh, we should be heading out. thank you again." before you can speak again he walks out, son in his arms.

even after he has disappeared from your eye site, you continue to stand and tare at where he was. you almost feel giddy, like a teenager who just met their new crush. you snap out of your daze when you realize you still need to help with checkout. you quickly get back to it, but can't help but thinking that everything has changed.

[yeyayeya]

Will forever be mad that MXTX dropped the fact that Hua Cheng had a female form and refused to elaborate

[cacoetheswriting]

a best friend eddie story + collection of drabbles

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader total word count: 31k tags/content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, suggestive & mature themes, adult language, use of pet names, emotional hurt / comfort, self-doubt / insecurities, recreational drug use, topics of death / grief — pls also read cw's for each part & if i missed anything, let me know!

summary: a story about two kids trying to navigate through love and loss, inevitable goodbyes, various reunions, friendships and hardships, joy, heartbreak, plus surviving the upside down - all to the sound of Janis Joplin's Pearl.

& psa: images used in the header don’t depict readers physical attributes! these are also described vaguely, if at all, in the story.

1980

⪼ your first conversation with eddie (october)

1984

⪼ eddie realises he might like you as more than a friend (march)

⪼ eddie comes to terms with his feelings, pushing you away in the process (may/june)

⪼ last moment with eddie before you leave for college (august)

⪼ eddie & reader catch up on the phone (september)

⪼ a kiss, a fight, & the end of a friendship? (november / december)

⪼ the letters (november / december)

1985

⪼ a rather dramatic reunion, after months of not speaking (june / july)

⪼ eddie & reader try to navigate through their feelings (october)

⪼ can celebrating nye together lead to a kiss at midnight? eddie for sure hopes that it can (december)

1986

⪼ valentine’s day

⪼ eddie and the end of the world (march)

⪼ apologies, confessions, and plans for the future (may)

⪼ the start of something new (august)

a/n: the following are some songs i think they fit perfectly with their story, so i wanted to share them with you.

janis joplin - me and bobby mcgee | conan gray - the exit | dolly parton - i will always love you | the weekend - die for you | måneskin - the loneliest | kate bush - oh to be in love | u2 - sunday bloody sunday | red hot chilli peppers - eddie | ethel cain - sun bleached files | leonard cohen - hallelujah | boston - more than a feeling | taylor swift ft. bon iver - exile | red box - why so few | milky chance - frequency of love | janis joplin - cry baby

main masterlist

[ferretwhomst]

actually while i'm here. transmasc amber is also funny from house's pov because house's whole perception of amber is "she's like the girl version of me" so finding out amber isn't a girl anymore would be crazy for him, because that was the main difference between the two of them in house's mind??? and now amber is a guy and wilson is still dating him. so it's like the "oh my god, you're sleeping with me" scene but on another level this time. am i making sense even

[lovrsm]

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Inspired by Taylor Swift songs...

ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴇꜱ ʟᴇᴄʟᴇʀᴄ

ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ-"you should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk"

ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ ɪɪ- "Alone, unless you wanna come along?"

ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ ᴛʀᴇᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ- “Just being in your arms takes me back to that little farm”

“ꜱʟᴜᴛ!”- “And I break down then he’s pullin’ me in, in a world of boys he’s a gentleman”

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ open!

Request open!

[bringbacktim]

Fearless -O.P⁸¹

Not edited or proofread

This took forever and I apologise

Warnings: overuse of words cause I cba to find synonyms , I took lyrics out so its choppy at some parts

I want to thank @rinna0017 for telling me Oscar is fearless by Taylor swift coded because yes he is

Wc:1.5k

There's something about the way

The street looks when it's just rained

Oscar and Y/n were enjoying day three of seven in Portugal , the weather had been great the whole time they'd been there . Well that was until they planned to actually go somewhere and then it rained cats and dogs , but when you're a young couple in love nothing can put you in a bad mood

The pair couldn't stop giggling as they tried to either find some tree to hide under or a hideaway to duck under until the rain stopped

There's a glow off the pavement

Any oil that had leaked onto the pavements before the northern downpour were displaying all the colours of the rainbow as it mixed with the rain water , which made for a pretty sight

You walk me to the car

Oscar was in more of a rush to get to the rental car , probably due to his expensive clothing, practically dragging her

"C'mon baby we're gonna get soaked if you don't hurry up" he basically pleaded as he turned to look back at her

"It's only rain oscar, it's not going to kill you" she said with a laugh

As they approached the quaint Mini Cooper they had rented opting for a car that wouldn't stand out unlike the McLaren's he was used to

And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there

In the middle of the parking lot, yeah

Oscar was confused at first when he opened the passenger door for his girlfriend to get in , but she just put her stuff on the seat and closed the door . As he caught her eyes to question her he saw her stood like the confused emoji(🤷🏻‍♀️) hands up and a head tilt, of course he knew what this meant as he'd been in this situation before

"We're not dancing in the rain again"

"It was fun last time don't lie , you just want to go back to the hotel and watch Ozark" she accused

"Okay maybe I do , but don't act like Jason Bateman isn't your celebrity crush" he retorted as she laughed knowing it was true

We're drivin' down the road, I wonder if you know

I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now

Y/n will admit that she was one hundred percent ogling/admiring her boyfriend from the passenger seat , but who wouldn't that white shirt was doing wonders for him

"It's a good thing I don't ever let you drive , you'd crash 'cause you're too busy looking at me" he laughed feeling her eyes bore a hole in the side of his head

"Some people take it as a compliment y'know having their girlfriend think they're hot" she tried to sound serious/annoyed, but couldn't help but crack a smile

"You think I'm hot?" He questioned turning to her with a classic "I hate you" with a shake of the head and a grin

But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair

Absentmindedly makin' me want you

Everyone knows that one of the hottest things a guy can do is run his hand through his hair subconsciously, so when he did it before putting his hand on the back of her headrest her heart nearly stopped due to how hot those two actions were together

Truth be told if she was in that drivers seat they would be parked far enough away from anyone walking by and if anyone from the authorities questioned them they'd claim they didn't know the laws in Portugal

And I don't know how it gets better than this

How could life possibly get any better than driving down some country road wind in her hair , sun shining , her boyfriend beside her , and some Taylor Swift love song playing on the radio as they sang along

"Are you sure we can't just stay here forever?" She asked looking over at him

"I wish, but we both know you'd get bored in a week" he said with a smile and a playful shove in her direction

"Depends if you talk to me about cricket or not "

That statement earned her a scoff and a " don't lie you love it " from the man next to her as she laughed along . She didn't mean it in a mean way , everyone has one subject that they can and will talk about with someone even if they don't care or like it

You take my hand and drag me

headfirst, fearless

The car came to an abrupt stop and

Y/n was confused as to why he'd stopped and where they were , well that was until she looked around and out of the window as he was getting out that she realised they were at a beach that they'd seen what they assumed were other tourists on the first day who looked like they were having the times of their lives dancing a long to music and chatting or sunbathing and taking it all in

"When you said we were going to come back to this beach, I'd assumed it was going to be when the weather was nice"

"Don't act like you don't want to have a fearless moment right now" he beamed at her as he lead her out of the car and down the boardwalk

"You know me so well" she said basically running behind as he dragged her

And I don't know why but with you I'd dance

In a storm in my best dress, fearless

As they swayed in the heavy rain and powerful wind Y/n realised that she wouldn't want to dance in her best most favourite dress with anyone else , he is also the only person she'd run through an airport for but that's a different conversation

It was a stupid thing to do and both parties knew it would probably lead to a cold in the following days , but they couldn't have cared less in the moment , cause when life starts to feel like a Taylor Swift song suddenly nothing else matters , and even if they did get sick Oscar had been meaning to catch up on some Netflix show anyway so it was a win win situation

After about 2 and a half minutes when the giggles and adrenaline had wore off and the cold and wind were starting to affect them , they made a run for the rental as they tried not to slip and tumble over curbs on the way

So baby drive slow 'til we run out of road

In this one-horse town, I wanna stay right here

Back roads had quickly became on of their favourite places and today was no different , they had to drive slower than usual due to the rain (top tips) but they didn't have anywhere to be so they could easily spend all day driving in circles round and round just basking in each others company

"Are you sure they can't just let you race exclusively in Portugal forever?" Y/n said looking out the window at the beautiful scenery

"You say this to every place we visit" he chuckled " we can always come back for summer break" he tried to bargain

"I will be holding you to that Piastri"

She said pointing an accusing finger at him

In this passenger seat, you put your eyes on me

In this moment, now capture it, remember it

The sight of him looking at her with the utmost adoration, as they made their way back to the hotel because it was getting late , she knew she had to capture it and probably post it on her Instagram account later or just keep it to herself until his birthday or he did something worth celebrating either way she knew she needed to have a photograph of it

"No paparazzi" he said covering the lenses with his palm with the biggest grin on his face knowing it was such a bad joke but he said it everytime his girlfriend would try to take a video or photo of him

Well, you stood there with me in the doorway

My hands shake, I'm not usually this way

After a long day of being fools in love they arrived back at the hotel they had called home for the last few days . Y/n couldn't help but stare at the button up he was wearing and how he had the sleeves rolled up and the top couple buttons undone (an almost deathly combination to any woman)

"You know you don't have to stare at me until I make the first move ? You can just kiss me whenever" he half joked

But you pull me in and I'm a little more brave

Despite him saying that he was the first to make a move , but she was definitely the more eager of the two and desperately wanted out of those wet clothes one way or another

It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really somethin'

It wasn't the first kiss they shared or even the first of the day, probably the first in half an hour , but that didn't make it any less special and exciting as they stepped into the elevator and headed to their room

[inkluvs]

i feel like this would work for both of the black brothers so your pick😊

Purple Iris - a compliment that accidentally slips out

Gryffindor reader for both if thats possible-

a wonderful place

a/n: okay i don't often write regulus so i hope this is alright <3 also also dedicated to my babies @meredarling and @whennyxfallsinlove bcos they are my resident regulus girlies <3 tw: uhhh a teeny tiny bit of angst ; he's autism coded ; (0.2k)

regulus black x fem! reader

masterlist // taglist

“Your mind,” he murmurs, tapping his index against your temple. You lean into the warmth of his hand, and for a moment, all you can hear is the way your heart rate picks up as you wait for him to continue.

You’ll have to coax the full statement from him, is what you realize after a few more beats of silence. Regulus had a tendency to complete thoughts inside his head and forget to vocalize them, making it slightly confusing to understand his thought process. Typically, he didn’t realize when things like this happen, at least until somebody points it out to him.

“What about my mind?” You seem to pull him from thoughts, and for a second, you’re almost sorry for penetrating the silence.

His brows pucker, “what d’you mean?”

“You said something ‘bout my mind, didn’t finish the sentence.” The confusion on his face eases into something akin to embarrassment. 

“You heard that, hm?”

“Was I not supposed to?” you tilted your head.

“Would’ve been my choice.” He doesn’t mean anything by that, and you know it, but you couldn’t help the way your face fell.

“Oh,” you whispered. It then occurred to him that he might’ve hurt you, that you’d just wanted to know why he’d mentioned you, and he’d blown you off without so much as a second thought.

“You really want to know?” he’s more curious than anything, curious whether you’re actually interested in what he has to say. 

You nodded.

“I meant to say,” he paused, “that your mind is a wonderful place.”

“Yeah?”

He hums, “I would live there if I had the option.”

[asterias-record-shop]

you belong to me (c.s)

**warning, themes of owning and claiming people (more so emotionally but y’know), slight dubcon and cnc, saying no without really meaning it, toxic relationship, dark dark DARK fic

Coriolanus learned in life that he liked to own things. People. He didn't like to be owned, he liked to own others.

When him and Tigris fell on hard times, there wasn't really much he could do besides fake the fact that their family still had some sort of wealth. He had just gotten chosen to take Lucy as his mentee, and he despised the fact that he had gotten such a... throw away tribute.

Until she did that little stunt that got him all of the attention — yours included.

“Now Coryo,” you cooed as you came behind him, your hands slowly clasping his shoulders as you leaned down. “You are aware that you are still mine tonight, right?”

Coriolanus swallowed. He didn’t like to be told what to do, but with you, he had to. And he didn’t complain as much as he felt like he should when the orders came from you.

He felt his jaw clench, ticking as you leaned down, whispering in his ear. “I better not see her hands on you tonight,” your voice makes him shiver, and he hated that. “If I do… you should worry very much about your fate.”

He wasn’t sure why your threat on his life didn’t bother him. He knew that you would definitely follow up with that threat.

“Y/N,” your name was like honey on his tongue, addictive but too sweet. Like him, you liked to own people, whether they knew it or not, and he knew that you owned him. He hated that. “I want… I want-”

“Want to what?” Your hand gripped tighter on his shoulder, the Academy Rogue red making him shiver. He hated the effect you had on him. “You belong to me, Coriolanus. No matter how much you fucking hate it.”

“Stop.” He growled out, eyes darting around the library. What would Highbottom think of the daughter of one of the most prominent family’s in the Capitol being on him? “Stop it.”

“And if I don’t want to?” Your hand slowly clasped around his throat, inching up to hold his jaw and push his head back to look up at you. “You’re weak, Coriolanus,” your thumb trailed his lips, humming as you tilted your head down at him. “You wish I couldn’t tell how much you want me.”

That made him swallow, trying to look anywhere but you before your fingers slapped against his cheek.

“Look at me.”

Quickly, his blue eyes snapped to yours, Adam’s apple bobbing. He hated that you could read him so easily. You were just as twisted as he was, and he hated it just as much as he was infatuated with your twist of insanity.

You leaned down, lips pressing firmly to his. You tasted so fucking perfect, something he could only describe as pure addiction.

He knew better than to kiss back, holding back a moan as you slowly pulled his chin, forcing him to open his mouth so you could dip your tongue in.

“Kiss me back,” your voice was breathy as the hand in his hair pushed down his neck and shoulder, beginning to unbutton his light blue dress shirt before your teeth grazed his lips. “Fucking kiss me back.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. He leaned up to chase your lips, letting out a soft groan as your teeth graze his lips. It felt stupid to be at someone’s mercy with just one touch, and normally he was the one doing the touching and another being at his mercy, but not with you.

“Look at you, finally understanding how to listen,” your voice turns into a coo as you pulled away, his lips still parted as though he was waiting for you to kiss him again. “You’re so pretty, Coriolanus…”

He swallowed as you pulled your hands off his body, humming. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Y/N,” he cleared his throat as you started to walk away, your tight skirt catching his eye before you turned around. “Is there something… specific you want?”

You hummed softly, your head tilting to the side slightly in thought.

He felt his fists clench. There was so much he wanted to do, so much he wanted to do to you. He could own thousands and all of them combined wouldn’t amount to the pleasure of owning you, the crown of District 1.

“Nothing I can think of,” you hummed, but then you smiled. “Surprise me.”

Coriolanus hated how big your house was. It was almost just as big as the academy, and that got on his damn nerves.

“Coryo…” his name coming from your mouth sounded like a siren song as you sat behind him on your bed, cooing in his ear. “What are you thinking about?”

He couldn’t lie. “How big your house is.”

His words make you laugh. “And why are you thinking about that when your thoughts should be me?”

“They are.”

His thoughts were always about you. How he wanted to claim and own you more than anything in the world, how he wanted to take everything from you and give it all back from his hand. He wanted to claim you, he needed to have you.

“They don’t sound like they are,” your teeth grazed his earlobe, kissing down the side of his neck with a soft groan. “What are you thinking about?”

He couldn’t lie to you. “How big your house is.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You miss it, don’t you?” He didn’t know what you meant until you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at you. “Your wealth.”

He did miss it, he really did. He knew, though, that he’d have yours soon enough. He didn’t even need to kill you for it, not that he wanted to.

“Yes.”

“Good,” you breathed against his lips, tongue trailing his lips before you pulled away. “I can give you wealth, Coryo.”

“I don’t want wealth,” he did, but he wanted what came with it. You knew what he wanted. “You know I don’t want wealth, Y/N.”

A soft hum escapes your mouth as you softly stroked his face, tilting his head slightly. “What do you want then? I want to hear you say it.”

“You.”

He didn’t say what he wanted of you though. He wanted to own you, every single part of you. He wanted to take everything away from you and give it to you from his own hand, to own you like you owned him now. He wanted you.

“You forget that you belong to me, Coriolanus,” you hummed into his ear, rubbing his shoulders softly. “Not the other way around.”

He did know he belonged to you and he hated that he loved it. He hated that he loved the fact that you owned him — body, mind, and soul.

He just wanted to own you instead.

“I’m okay with belonging to you,” he whispered, swallowing before groaning into your mouth once you kissed him. “Just as long… as I’m the only one that you touch like this.”

He wanted to be the only one you touched like this, but he wanted to be the only one who touched you more. He wanted to be the only one touching you, kissing you, fucking you, cumming inside of you, claiming you.

“Coriolanus,” you cooed as you brushed your mouth against his, your hands slowly pushing from his shoulders down his chest, slowly slipping off his blazer. “Why would it matter if you’re the only one?”

“Because I don’t want anyone else to have you,” his vivid is rough as he chased your lips, a soft groan leaving his mouth as you started unbuttoning his shirt. “I don’t want… I want you. Only you. I only want to have you.”

He hated how vulnerable you made him, but he loved it just as much.

“You’re so selfish, Coryo,” but your fingers pushing against his toned abdominal muscles made him swallow. “I think I know what I want tonight.”

There was many things you could have wanted to do.

“What?”

“I want to start working on our future lineage,” you whisper against his lips, pushing your hands up into his hair and softly scratching his scalp before you tugged his head back by his hair. “I’m going to bring your name back into its rightful place in society,” you kissed his lips again, humming. “And I’m going to show everyone how fucking powerful we will be. And how I own Coriolanus fucking Snow.”

He doesn’t protest to your words, no matter how much he wanted to fight back against you. He was thankful for the fact that you were going to bring you back into his formal place in life, and he would get everything he ever wanted — your estate, your wealth, your power.

He didn’t even have to kill you for it.

Nothing amounted to what he really wanted though — which was you. This would tie him to you forever, and that was what he truly wanted.

That’s why he didn’t protest as you started unbuttoning his undershirt.

That’s why he didn’t protest when your hands pushed down to his slacks, unbuttoning them and unzipping them, his hands even joining yours as you kissed against his neck.

That’s why he didn’t protest when your fingers trailed over the grooves on his strong abdomen, tracing his abs.

“I would be honored.”

Coriolanus enjoyed the sight of you riding him very much. He enjoyed the feeling even more, your perfect, plush walls clamping down on his cock as you rocked your hips into his.

Your head was thrown back, whines and moans escaping your lips as he kept his hands steady on your plush hips. “Fuck,” he cursed, unable to keep his eyes off of you as your hands on his chest kept you steady as you finally looked down at him. “You can go harder, you know.”

When your nails dug into his chest, he didn’t even know he said something wrong. He couldn’t control the slight gasp from his lips as he exhaled shakily, your hips starting to move faster and rougher.

“Don’t tell me what I already know,” you gritted out between your clenched teeth, holding back loud moans to save yourself some sort of dignity. Everyone would know very soon Coriolanus Snow belonged to you and he was the man who had his cock in your oh so desired pussy ever single night, but you wanted to save that until you announced you were pregnant with his child. “Coriolanus…”

When you finally moaned his name, he knew you were close and he would have to cum with you. He had been holding back ever since you started your rougher movements, his stomach visibly clenching as his chest rose up and down quickly to match his breaths.

You had been trying for a long time to get pregnant with his child, ever since your parents instilled in you that you were their last legacy and you needed to ensure that you had something to leave everything behind to if anything ever happened. For most of the time that Coriolanus was able to have sex with you since you claimed him as yours, publicly in the Academy’s library long before you kissed him by forcing him to eat you out while you studied — something he truly didn’t protest to — you took preventative measures, but not anymore.

You were ready this time, and he was more than happy to give you something that would make you his forever.

“Cum,” he groaned, his dominant mindset threatening to push through his forced submission act. You liked being in control, and if he didn’t listen, he knew he wouldn’t be able to feel you for a month. He couldn’t go that long, as it could’ve been his sixth punishment that sent him over the edge to finally take you as his own. Every punishment made the state of celibacy longer, and he had gotten so addicted to feeling your cunt around his cock that he couldn’t bear getting another punishment. The sooner you came, the sooner he was able to take control. “Please cum.”

Your hand moving from his chest to his throat made him groan, a slight pressure from your thumbs pressing against his windpipe as you got rougher in your thrusts. You were finally letting out all of your whines and moans he loved so much, chasing a high only he could give you.

“Don’t fucking try to take control!” Your other hand pushed into his hair, giving a sharp tug as you forced his head back, the pressure of your thumb preventing him from moaning. “You belong to me. I own you!”

He couldn’t stop himself, his hips snapping up into you and making your eyes roll back, hitting that spot that made you gush all over his cock. He knew your vision had gone white and you were in that state of pure bliss and orgasmic pleasure that he could finally take control like he wanted to.

Coriolanus was quick to force you onto your back, pulling your legs over his shoulders as your hands tried to hold onto something, anything.

“No, no!” You sounded like a spoiled brat who didn’t get her way, and in a way, you were. You weren’t in control anymore. “Stop it, stop it! You listen to me!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Coriolanus growled as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. You squealed and tried to push him off, trying to take control again and even biting his lip. He groaned as you dug your teeth into his pale pink appendages, drawing blood so that when he pulled back, your mouth was stained red.

Oh but did he laugh, driving his hips forward so much so that you were pushed into a new position; your ankles crossed and forced over his left shoulder as he drove his hips so far against you that your ass was lifted off the bed.

“You fucking bastard-!” You spit out red stained saliva, saliva stained with his blood until his thumb gathered said saliva and forced it back into your mouth. You choked as he did that, teeth gracing his finger before he pushed the pad of his thumb back into your throat.

The action had you choking and gagging as his thrusts got rougher, the feeling of your walls fluttering and clamping down on his cock threatening to make him go crazy. He was so close, so so close.

“Spoiled brats need to learn their place,” he growled out, thrusting roughly with each thrust as he tilted his head back, savoring the feeling of your plush walls on the shaft of his cock and your hot, wet mouth around his thumb absolute bliss. “And who they fucking belong to.”

He pulled his thumb from your mouth, focusing on his thrusts as you squirmed and whined beneath him, letting out soft coughs between your moans as you swallowed. “Fine. You can have control this once.”

‘This once’. He knew by the time he was finished you’d be begging for more.

He groaned as he pushed his hips forward, scooting further up the bed and watching you squirm, a loud scream coming from your lips. He wasn’t even thrusting anymore, merely rolling his hips as he was balls deep inside of you. Each roll of his hips still pushed him into new places you’ve never felt, building the height of another orgasm at this new angle as you clawed at the sheets.

Your expensive bed started to creak at his thrusts, headboard slamming into the wall as tears welled in your eyes from the amount of pleasure he was giving you. “C-Coriolanus!”

“Say it,” he growled out the order as his hand moved to hold your throat just like you held his earlier, his other hand hoisting your legs farther up his chest which made you scream out. “Fucking say it.”

His hips moved rougher and faster as you sobbed, whining. “Say what?! What do you want me to say, I want to cum, I want to cum!”

He stopped his thrusts, something he barely managed to do without cumming himself. The stopping of his thrusts made you sob harder, trying to force your hips into his, but it wasn’t the same. You slapped your hands against his chest, tears streaming down your cheeks as his hand moved from your throat to your cheek, delicately wiping your tears.

“Fucking move!” You sobbed, whining as you continued to squirm.

“Say you belong to me.”

His words made to gasp. Your face was so outright shocked and offended, mouth agape and eyes wide as you stared at him, tears still pricking your eyes.

“Say you belong to me,” his hand moved back down your throat, putting pressure on your windpipe making you choke as he leaned down. Your legs being pushed farther down to your chest made you whine, but the slight spark of pain did nothing but make you want to cum more. “Or I swear you won’t cum ever again.”

Another sob racked your body, but your tears wouldn’t work on him. He knew you.

“Please Coriolanus, please!” You continued to sob, but his hand only tightened until you choked, sniffling as you rolled your eyes. “Fucking bastard.”

He knew those tears were fake.

“I belong to you,” you choked out, spitting the words as though they were a curse as you glared up at him. “I belong to fucking Coriolanus Snow.”

A sharp thrust of his hips was all it took for you to come undone, a true son of pleasure leaving your mouth as you came, but he still didn’t stop his thrusts. He pulled so far out of you that you felt empty, unable to even ride out your orgasmic high in pleasure before he slammed right back in. You felt your eyes roll back into your head, mouth still wide and agape but this time in pleasure as he continued to choke you, gasping for air.

“You belong to me,” he growled out, continuing to fuck and use you until he was on the verge of his first climax. “I am going to fucking get you pregnant.. I’m going to take everything away from you just to give it all back from my fucking hand. You will belong to me — mind, body, and soul — until your heart stops beating.”

He leaned down as you continued to sob, the feeling of being folded likw a whore not foreign but still ever the less slightly painful. “Your mind will learn that you can only depend on me,” he gave a sharp thrust, almost to solidify his statement, a snap of wood slightly knocking you out of your senses to alert you he broke your bed. “Your body will be turned on with just one graze of my touch,” another sharp thrust and a creak of the bed made you moan, because that was all you could do. “Your soul is mine. Tied to my own for the rest of eternity. Do you understand?”

You nodded mindlessly as he smirked, pulling your legs from his shoulders to wrap around his waist as he continued to roll his hips, moaning into your ear as he came a spurted hot, thick ropes of cum into your womb.

This was what you wanted, right? It had to be.

You felt your arms wrap around his back, moaning at ever lazy thrust as he pushed his hands down your body to feel your stomach. “You better get used to this, because there won’t be a day in our lives where I won’t fill you with cum. I don’t care if you’re pregnant or you’re nursing or whatever the fuck you’re doing. I will fill you with cum every single fucking day and you’re going to love every second of it.”

He watched you nod, your eyes hazy as you stared up at him, a slight laugh coming from his lips. This was the first step of getting you to depend on him mentally, and he loved it.

“I don’t care what you’re doing,” his thrusts get more steady, building back up the strength as your bed began to creak louder, but the sound didn’t even register in your brain anymore. Your eyes never left his. “I will be fucking you every single second. I’ll dump every fucking load into you, into every single one of your fuckable holes, and you’ll be my personal little cocksleeve that’s so fucking cockdumb and such a fucking whore that you’ll be begging and waiting for me. Right?”

“Yes,” you groaned, your hips starting to roll into his. “Yes!”

“Say it again,” he cooed softly, taunting you. You were finally his and he loved it. “Say you’re mine again. Like you mean it.”

“I belong to you,” you moaned out, nodding as he continued to thrust into you. “I belong to you!”

He laughed. “There you go darling… you belong to me.”

Oh you loved it.

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© asterias-record-shop

[callme-dickmaster]

Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

**UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION**

Ch. One - The Wot?

summary: when the split mayfield/hargrove family move to hawkins the oldest mayfield finds out that hawkins might be the weird change she needed.

pairing: eddie x fem!goth!mayfield! reader

warnings: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, unfortunate use of y/n, language, mentions of abuse, billy hargrove -i think that's all-

author's note: i'm nervous but also excited for this. the first few chapters are purely exposition and are honestly pretty boring except for some funny stuff but it picks up pretty fast. let me know if you like it and want to see the rest. love you <3

Part 2 >>

Y/n Mayfield stretched her arms above her head as she stepped out of her stepbrother's Camaro outside Hawkins High School on her first day, discreetly tossing her nearly finished joint on the ground. "Uh, hello?" her sister Max called from the backseat. "Oh, my bad," Y/n snorted. She moved the seat forward so Max could step out. Her stepbrother Billy was already long gone and on the way to the school but neither of the sisters noticed or cared.

Max punched Y/n's shoulder when she stood fully with a smile. Y/n gasped and dramatically held her shoulder with a look of fake anguish on her face. Max giggled and told her to shut up. Y/n snickered and ruffled Max's hair.

"See ya, rat," Y/n said. "Bye Simmons," Max replied, skating towards the middle school. "Still hate KISS!" Y/n yelled, earning a middle finger from her little sister.

The older girl noticed two other teenagers gawking at them from their own car across the lot. She smirked and tossed a peace sign above her head as she walked backwards towards the high school before turning and walking normally.

Y/n kinda liked it in Hawkins. California was too warm, and it was always ridiculously bright there. Being a person who liked to wear dark clothes didn't really mix well with that. That and all the people there were obnoxious and annoying. But it was California.

Not much else to expect.

Y/n smiled charmingly at the receptionist in the office as she walked in. "Hey, uh, I'm new? Should be under Mayfield?" she asked.

The receptionist shuffled through the papers on her desk and pulled out two papers. One was her schedule, and one was a little map of the school. Y/n tried not to laugh out loud at the map but thanked her anyways. "Ah! Let me call up a student to show you to class. Hold on one second, hon," the lady said, calling someone on the phone and telling Y/n to wait there for a minute. She nodded and leaned against the wall until the girl who was staring at her earlier came in.

"Hi, Nancy. Would you mind showing her to her first class? You have it together," the receptionist lady asked. Nancy stuttered before nodding with a 'sure!' and motioning for Y/n to follow her. Y/n did, saluting the secretary as she left.

Nancy walked beside her, humming quietly at the faint smell of weed, hair dye, and fabric softener from Y/n. Nancy thought it was odd but comforting for some reason. "Sorry. I-I'm Nancy. Wheeler," Nancy spoke up, introducing herself. Y/n snorted at her awkwardness and shook the girl's outstretched hand, "All good. I'm Y/n," she said.

Nancy nodded with a smile, "Nice. It suits you," she replied. Y/n smiled and thanked her.

They did get a good conversation going after that, having finally broken the ice and Nancy took her schedule from her to see what classes they had together. The shorter of the pair also showed Y/n where her locker was so she didn't have to carry all of her stuff and helped her get it open. Y/n, still partially high, tried her best to listen to what Nancy had to say. Nancy seemed pretty smart, and it was obvious she had lived in Hawkins her whole life, so good thing to have a friend who knows their shit.

Nancy glared at people who were staring at Y/n, who was completely oblivious to it as she carried her books and dropped the other school stuff she didn't put in her locker into the bag her mom made her carry. Y/n towered over Nancy, so she stuck out like a sore thumb. Not because Y/n was inherently tall, but because she had a pair of six-inch-tall black platform boots to add to her normal height.

Nancy noticed and thought it was brave of her. People were very judgmental in Hawkins, so to walk around without caring and with a look like that took guts. Nancy appreciated it. She had never really hung out or met anyone like Y/n, but she'd always wondered what it would be like to have a friend like her.

Y/n was currently standing at an even six feet tall and wore black head to toe including her hair, which was dyed jet black and ruffled into a shaggy cut.

Nancy smiled in satisfaction with herself when they walked into class and people gaped at them walking in together. Miss perfect Nancy Wheeler walking around with someone who looks like something straight out of a heavy metal magazine.

Robin Buckley's eyes widened from her spot in the back corner seat, and she listened to Y/n talk when the teacher made her introduce herself. Everyone was staring at her, seeming completely interested in what she had to say.

"Uh, hey! I'm Y/n," she said, "I'm from California. Now I live here. I'm just trying to graduate, so, if you're chill, we can hang!" Y/n mumbled thanks to the teacher before taking a seat in the back directly behind Nancy. Nancy turned around and gave her a thumbs-up, inviting her to sit with her at lunch. Y/n snickered and shrugged, which was her way of saying yes.

The whole class kept staring at her off and on, trying to focus on schoolwork but also hung up on the new girl. Hawkins almost never got new kids, but when they got one like this?

Everyone is shell-shocked.

Y/n blinked slowly and listened to the teacher ramble on about math. She grabbed a tin of Altoids that obviously didn't have Altoids in it anymore and popped one in her mouth. The bell rang shortly after and Y/n and Nancy were on their way to their lockers and next class.

Y/n took off her jacket, shoving it in her locker, and even that simple action earned some whispers. Nancy also looked a little shocked when she walked up, hugging a new pile of books to her chest. A guy who was about half an inch shorter than Y/n with huge hair trailed after her, eyes widening at Nancy's new friend. "What?" Y/n asked obliviously, eyes bouncing from one to the other. The couple was quiet, trying to come up with an answer, and failing.

"It's the tattoos, innit?" Y/n whispered. Nancy nodded a small smile on her lips.

"I can, like, put my jacket back on if it makes y'all uncomfortable..." Y/n offered.

"Nah, man, they're cool! I just think people weren't expecting them," the guy replied swiftly. "Oh. Okay," Y/n shrugged, and they were walking to class.

Y/n sucked her teeth and picked up the pace to toss herself into the lockers next to a blond boy dressed in all denim, a smarmy look on his face.

"What?" he said sharply.

Y/n laughed at him, "Oh, you wound me with your hatred!" Billy looked very unthreatening having to look up to speak to her eye to eye. He rolled his eyes and repeated himself. "Just wondering how your day is going. Are people staring at you too, or is it just me?" Y/n asked.

Billy scoffed and looked around, noticing a few people quickly avoiding his gaze before they got caught staring.

"Nah, it's not just you," Billy said lowly, slamming his locker and stomping away.

Y/n found her way to second period and sat down next to Nancy after having to introduce herself again.

"Hey!"

Y/n turned at the sharp whisper and raised an eyebrow at a brunette sitting next to her. Y/n looked around before pointing at herself, "Me?" she whispered back. The brunette nodded. Y/n waved hesitantly, glancing at the teacher to make sure they wouldn't get in trouble. The brunette held up a finger, turning to her notebook and writing something in it before ripping it out and passing it to Y/n.

"hi"

Y/n smirked and wrote back "hi :)" the brown-haired girl smiled and wrote on the paper under that.

"I'm Robin"

"Y/n" Y/n wrote back.

"I know. We have first together too."

"Oh, word? Nice."

"I know! Anyways, I think we should be friends! I like your style."

"Hell yeah we should! You seem nice and thank you." "Awesome!! I was so worried that wasn't going to work."

"Ahahaha don't worry you're cool."

"Yay I'm cool!! But I won't make you pass notes for an eternity. You probably have a lot to catch up on, so I'll see you later, k?"

"Ok!"

And with that, Y/n made a new friend.

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Pre-(A Good Version of) Secret Invasion (Female Skrull Reader X Carol Danvers)

Summary: What happens when Captain Marvel returns after all this time...

Word Count: 5.4K

Content: Carol feeling guilty for leaving, Manipulative Nick Fury

It's just past sundown as black boots hit the ground with purpose.

A blonde woman in a white tank, black jeans, and a leather jacket moves through the small town until she reaches the street with the bar she's been looking for.

She pulls open the door and (Drumroll)...

Carol Danvers walks into a bar.

Jokes aside. You look up from your place behind said bar and watch the blonde scan her blue eyes across the other patrons until she lands on you. For a very brief moment, you feel small as her gaze lingers on you until she starts to come closer. "I need a name." The taller-than-you than you blonde says in a tone that drips with authority. You smile at her voice and decide that she can't be that bad.

Right?

"Ya know... Most people order first." You slide a drink menu in front of her that she doesn't even look at. "I'm looking for someone." She looks at you, and you can tell she's not messing around.

You sigh.

"Promise to order something if I help you?" You ask, making her smirk before nodding. "Okay, take a seat." You gesture to a bar stool that she slides into. "I'm looking for a woman." This makes you smile and laugh. "Aren't we all?" The blonde tilts her head. "I'm serious."

"Me too." You crack a smile and get nothing in return. You sigh again and lean down on the bar. "What does she look like?"

The blonde thinks before opening her mouth. "She's taller than me. Black hair. Blue eyes. Not like mine. She's... tough-minded. By the book. To a fault sometimes." The blonde chuckles a bit, surprising you.

You lean up and grab a rag as silence falls between you and the woman across the counter. "Know her?" She asks. You shake your head. "Sounds like a tough girlfriend, though." You slyly add. "Oh, she's not my girlfriend!" The blonde says matter-of-factly and a little too loud.

"Okay. Sure." Your voice goes a little high to let her know that you don't believe her. "What can I get you to drink?"

"So you don't know her?" You shake your head and lift up the drink menu. "No. I don't know your girlfriend. Order."

The blonde rolls her eyes at you. "Like I said, she's not my girlfriend."

"Okay..." You say before you open and close your mouth because what you want to say is, "okay so who is your girlfriend!" But that's too much, and she's not even looking at you now. Her blue eyes are darting across the drink menu.

"I'll take this one." She points to a cocktail of your own creation. "Coming right up." You smile and gently take the menu from her hand before getting to work. The blonde watches you intensely. But not long. She looks away when you look up at her after finding the correct bottle of mix.

"Can I get a name?" You ask as you start to shake the liquids around in a cup. "Yeah, her name is Mari-"

"No, no, no. Your name." The blonde closes her mouth. "I want your name." You smiled as the woman across from you was surprised by your interruption.

"It's Carol. Carol Danvers." She says.

You lay out a napkin and place a glass onto it before filling it with her blue cocktail. "It's Carol. Carol Danvers." You repeated as she watched your face concentrate on pouring the drink. "What about you?"

You easily give her your name before going to ring up her drink, but stopping. You turn back to blonde just as she puts the blue drink to her lips. She takes a sip and tries her best to hide the grimace on her face.

She fails, though, when her eyes meet yours.

"I'm sorry." She says while you laugh. "It's okay. I figured.." It hurts you a little bit, considering this drink was your idea to put on the menu. You go to take it back, but she stops you. "I don't hate it."

"Ah, yes, because people love drinks that they don't consume." You reply with a wink. Carol smiles at you, and you feel your body quickly get warm. She has an incredible smile.

"How about... a bourbon." She states.

"Of course." Youthink as you toss the blue drink while fixing her what she really wants. "You could've ordered this before."

"Yeah, but I thought if I ordered something special, you'd help me find Maria Hill." Her face gets serious as she waits for you to react to the name.

But you don't budge.

It's almost as if you don't know who she's talking about.

Almost.

"Ah, the not girlfriend." You say, making Carol sigh. "She's not my girlfriend. She's not even my type." She answers as she gets flustered when she sees your smile. "That's besides the point! I need her to lead me to someone!"

Your smile turns into a smirk, and Carol sees it. You look Carol up and down. "And who might that be?" You ask, only earning a half-playful squint of the eyes. "Why should I tell you?" You shrug. "You don't have to. But maybe just because I don't know this Maria person, maybe I know their boss."

"Trust me, if you don't know Maria, then you don't know who's above them."

You nod your head, agreeing. "Alright. Fine." You stop and take a quick look around. The rest of the patrons still around. "Can I ask you something?" Carol lifts her face up to look at you before leaning forward, grabbing the bourbon glass again, finishing it off. "Sure."

"What makes you think I don't know Nick Fury?"

What you just said makes Carol stop. The softness she's been letting slip rightens itself. You watched her furrow her brows and clench her jaw.

"Who are you?"

You ignore Carol's question and cup your hands to make your voice louder. "Alright! The bar is now closed! Don't worry about your tabs! I have a family emergency, so if you could please leave that'd be great! Thank you!"

The handful of patrons look at one another before groaning that they must leave but are happy that they don't have to pay.

Carol keeps her face stern and eyes on you as you watch the people file out.

"Take care." You pat the back of an older gentleman as he leaves. You close the door and lock it up before cautiously returning behind the bar. You feel like prey with the way Carol watches you.

A tired sigh leaves you as you lean back against the counter. Carol rises from her seat. "Who are you?" She clenches her fist and starts to tilt her head. "I won't ask again."

"Carol, let's not do this." You say, lifting a hand as if it were a white flag. "Then you better start talking." Her fist begins to glow as she grits her teeth. "How do you know Nick Fury?"

"Come on, Carol." You laugh and grab a cold beer from behind the bar. It's not your typical drink choice, but it looks pretty cool to drink if you're trying not to seem intimidated. "Who doesn't know the man with the patch." You put a hand over your left eye to boost your point. "I mean, he's a legend, is he not?"

Carol lowers her fist as you keep your calm demeanor. You walk around the back of the bar and to the half door, swinging it open to enter the common area.

You and Carol are now on the same side. She keeps a watchful eye on you as you walk closer and closer. Beer still in hand. "The man who founded a team of heroes all those years back." Carol backs away while still remaining stern as you sit down at the bar stool next to her. "Nick Fury." You sigh and look Carol in her eyes. "The man who said he would help us after you left." Your voice cracks when the you leaves your mouth.

Carols face falters.

"You're a Skrull.."

You nod your head and look away from Carol Danvers—the Captain Marvel. You scoffed as you thought about it. "So good luck finding him." You take a sip of the gold liquid and do your best not to react to the taste. "I sure as hell haven't heard from him since the blip... or even before."

Carol just watches you deflate your body as the words pour out of you. She didn't know what to expect when she walked into this bar, but a Skrull wasn't one of them. And in a matter of minutes, she went from being flirty to angry to feeling sorry with a good mix of guilt.

She did leave.

She helped others find homes out in the cosmos, including a smaller colony of Skrulls. But the ones here on Earth... She never came back for.

She could make excuses about why she didn't, whether it be because of one Lieutenant Trouble or the fact that she was scared to let people down. Regardless, she put her focus elsewhere and only returned to Earth when it was absolutely necessary.

Like today.

Which led her to you.

Carol looks over you again, and you can feel her eyes on you, but you don't make a remark about it. Instead, you let her look over your favorite pair of Vans, high-waisted jeans, and green flannel. Her eyes scan themselves down your rolled-up sleeves and to your hands. The veins going down to your fingers.

She watches as your right handle fiddles with the silver ring hanging from your neck.

It was the first real thing you ever bought for yourself.

Carol looks up and takes note of your features. From your scarlet lips to your eyes. She loves the way your hair flows down.

She would be lying if she said she didn't find you attractive. Carol did.

But to Carol, this wasn't your actual body. Right?

But to you, it was.

You've spent more time in this human disguise than your own Skrull form.

As strange as it is to some. You love it.

"Are you done?" You ask as you turn back to look at Carol. "I get it, but you can stop." You go to take another sip of your beer, but Carol takes it from your hand and sets it down away from you, making you look at her. "You said you haven't heard from Fury even before the blip. What do you mean?"

You look at Carol as if she's joking, but you can tell by the look of determination in her eyes that she has no idea. "You really don't know." You say not knowing whether you should be hurt or happy that Carol Danvers doesn't know about the way Nick Fury used Skrulls for his battles. "Just like you, he left us. Abandoned us. Threw us to the sides when wars from invaders above could be won with humans."

Carol can tell how much this has affected you. It clearly hurts to talk about, but you don't look like a soldier or talk like one.

But that's when it clicks.

"You lost someone?" Carol softens in the bar stool next to you and even makes the cautious effort to place her hand on your arm.

"I lost everyone." You sneer back but don't remove your arm from her hold. You look into her blue eyes, and Carol sees how the sadness is threatening to spill out. Without meaning to, Carol gently rubs her hand up and down your arm. It brings you comfort, and in this moment, you once again take in the beauty that is The Captain Marvel.

"I'm sorry." She says to you, making you look back from her lips to her eyes. "I'm sorry for your loss. I know these words don't do much, but you shouldn't have had to fight Fury's battles."

And just like that, a sincere apology and moment makes you sour.

Carol stops the movement of her hand as she can sense the tension coming off of you. "Well, it's not like you were around." You pull your arm away from her and get up. "Hey!" Carol gets up and follows you as you begin walking towards the back of the bar.

"That's not fair!" Carol counters as you pass your manager office to the bar before stopping at the set of wooden stairs leading up to your place. "Fair!?" You stop to question before turning around.

"You left!" You yell at the blonde, who doesn't back down. "You fucking left, and you want to talk to me about fair? I watched my parents die! I watched my brothers and sister become toys in a game that I never wanted to play! So don't talk to me about fair when you don't understand!"

Carol is quiet. She holds up her hands and takes small steps towards you. The closer she gets, the more she sees how the tears are beginning to fall. "I'm sorry. You're right." Carol says. "I don't understand." She puts her arms by her side as she stands right before you. "Help me. Help me understand." Carol looks deeply into your eyes.

You swallow the lump in your throat and hold one of your hands out as the other wipes your face. "Okay. Come on." You say through your broken voice. Trusting her.

The guilt lingers in Carols' mind as she takes your hand.

Little did you or Carol know how the touch of your hand lit the fuse. Fingers wrapped around one another before you led her upstairs to your place.

Your home.

You two are quiet as you open the door. Carol quickly surveys the open floor plan of your apartment. Modest is the word she would use.

It wasn't much, but it was home.

When you kicked the door shut, you gingerly removed your hand from Carols. "It seems kinda redundant, but would you like a drink?" You make your way towards the fridge in your kitchen. Conveniently placed to the left of the front door. "Whatever you grab is fine." You didn't acknowledge Carols answer; instead, you opened the fridge door and grabbed whatever two hard seltzers were waiting for you.

You turned around and placed them onto your cheap dining room table and waited for Carol to approach. She still stood at the door, taking it all in. She wouldn't lie. The more she looked around, the more she got it—an inside look into what makes you, you.

But eventually, Carols' eyes landed to you sitting at the table. And with a courtesy smile, she came forward.

"I hope mango is fine." You said as you cracked open your strawberry one. Satisfied that the taste of beer is out of your mouth. "That's fine." She says as she makes her way to the chair opposite of you. "I like your place." Carol is being genuine, and you can see that. "Thanks."

You take another sip before asking: "What would you like to know?"

Carol thinks and looks over your face. "How old are you?" She squints her eyes in a playful manner, reminding you of the Carol that was flirty not that long ago. "Skrull years or human?" You ask with a sheepish smile.

"Whatever you feel comfortable with."

You nod, grateful for that answer.

"27 human years." You tilt your head. "I think."

Carol nods and takes a look around your living room before her eyes look back. "What do you do for fun?"

You weren't expecting that, but you couldn't deny that removing the tension from the room is nice.

So you smiled. "When I have time, I watch movies, play games, listen to music. You know, the normal things." Carol nods. "Normal things." She quietly repeats and can't for the life of her remember the last movie she watched.

You notice Carol's hands grip the seltzer just a little harder. "What about you?" You look to Carols' curious eyes. "What do you do for fun?" Carol covers up her surprised face and stammers to think.

"Umm..." She tilts her head in thought as it slowly dawns on you that Carol Danvers is too busy to relax. Or to have fun. "It's okay." You interrupt her thought. "Forget, I asked." You sip your drink and look away from her blue eyes. But she shakes her head. "It's not like I don't like to relax... I just..." She sighs and goes to speak, but you cut her off.

"Carol, it's alright. Seriously, forget I asked..." You open and close your mouth to stop yourself from saying more, but Carol catches it. "What?" She asks in a less than soft voice.

You give in. "I guess... I just hoped something fun would've been worth your time up there." You point up to the sky. "I guess it would've made me feel... I don't know... better knowing that you had fun at some point, but it doesn't appear so. All work, no play." Carol stares at you. "I heard a human male say that once."

But that's not what Carol is staring at you for. "Why would that make you feel better?" Carol asks, and you bite the bullet. "Because then..." You clear your throat. "Because then you would've had another reason for your absence."

That hurts Carol, and you honestly weren't trying to hurt her. But sometimes your words shoot to kill when you don't mean to.

Carol leans back into the wooden chair, causing it to creak. The only noise audible aside from the Captain's exhale. "I'm sorry." Carol looks up to see your eyes on her. "I am. I'm sorry for not being here for you and your people." Carol leans forward as her voice grows to be more gentle. "I'm sorry you got dragged into fights that should've never been around. What others did to you was extremely unfair. I should've stopped-d them and kept my p-promise..."

Before you, Carol Danvers breaks.

She feels guilty and hurt for what had happened. She takes the blame and knows whatever she does now will not stop what has already happened.

Carol lifts her right hand to her face to cover her mouth as her left arm falls to the table. She looks away from you as tears fall from her gorgeous eyes. "I'm sorry." This time, she's apologizing for her emotions.

What a silly thing to apologize for.

You let go of the can in your hand and reach your arm across the table. Your hand is open to her. Carol sees this and shakes her head, but you don't budge. "Take it." You whisper.

Carol wipes her eyes and sniffles as she lets her hand lay into yours. The contact of her warm hands sends chills across your body.

You sit like that and look at Carol with admiration for what she's done, and for the first time, you're seeing Carol Danvers as something more than a myth or a so-called hero.

Instead, all you see is Carol.

A beautiful blonde woman who is doing her best not to let snot dribble out of her nose.

It's cute.

"Here..." You remove your hand from hers as you get up to walk behind Carol. The blonde, missing your contact, turns her head to watch you. She sees you go into the living area to pick up a box of tissues sitting in the middle of your coffee table. She smiles and turns around before you notice her eyes on you.

But you felt them.

When you return to the kitchen, you hand Carol the box and watch as she embarrassing blows her nose and clears her throat.

"Trash is behind you in that cabinet." Carol turns around and opens a cabinet door. "Huh.." She says a little too loud, making you raise an eyebrow—something the blonde sees. "I- I was just thinking maybe I should put the trash can I have on the ship into a smaller area so it's not in the way. Or smelling..." She looks away from you once she finishes rambling, afraid you'll be angry at her for mentioning another thing that's kept her away. Aka, her ship. Or because you'll ask her why her garbage she smells so much.

But you do neither.

Instead, you step closer and fold your arms across your chest. "Why do you only have one trash can?"

Carol turns back to look up at you. "What?" You smile at her and let out an exhale of a laugh through your nose. "I said why do you only have one trash can? Don't you have a cat?"

Carol nods. "Well, technically, he's a flerken... so what's your point?" You tilt your head with your arms still crossed. "My point is, is when the flerken... you know... what do you do with the waste? Put it all into the same trash?"

Carol does her best to bite back a smile, only confusing you. "What?" It's now your turn to ask.

Carol stands up with a her smile showing. "Flerkens don't poop.. they eat, spit up, and lay eggs."

Excuse me!?

"They lay eggs?!" You exclaim, waving your arms around with a fright. Carol nods her head in a duh manner before picking up and finishing off the rest of her drink, as your mind can't wrap your head around a cat laying eggs.

You're only knocked out of your thoughts when Carol shuts the cabinet where your recycling bin was kept. Thus, bringing you and Carol back into this post-apology reality.

"You know..." You say, interrupting the dead air falling between the two of you. "For the record, I truly don't know where Nick Fury is." You shift your weight from one foot to the other.

Carol nods and inhales with a click. "I figured. Any word on Maria Hill?"

You smile. "Ah, the girlfriend." Carol playfully rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "For the last time. She's not my girlfriend."

"You're right." You say, taking a step closer. "She's not your type." You look Carol up and down. She sees it and unbeknownst to you.... You are her type.

"Like you are?" Carol says back to shock you, but all it does is make you smirk. You take another step closer. And in a hushed tone, you say: "You and I both know that I certainly could be."

This makes Carol blush, and lucky for her, you walk past her as her cheeks grow red. Carol never thought you would be that bold.

You never knew you were that bold!

The words left your mouth quicker than you could stop them, which is why you're now standing by your shelf of movies. Ignoring Carols eyes on you. Hoping the look on your face will quickly fade.

Carol turns around and sees you shift your weight again as you hold the ring hanging off the necklace between your fingers.

Carol knows she should fish for more information or just leave and continue her search for Fury. But she doesn't want to. She's been alone, on her own, for so long that having company is good. But having good-looking company is even better.

Regardless of how rocky your situation-ship started.

"Looking for anything in particular?" Carol says, appearing by your side. You keep your eyes forward as Carols blue eyes linger in your mind. "Something you might like..." You respond. "I might like?" Carol looks at you with scrunched eyebrows. You nod before turning your head, and when you do, Carols face turns from one of confusion into a smile. Which in turn makes you smile.

"Well, how's the search?" Carol raises an eyebrow and bites her bottom lip. "G-good." You feel your cheeks flush and hate yourself over your stupid stutter because of a pretty smile.

You turn away and grab whatever two movies are in reach to get the attention away from your face. "Maybe these..." You hold out for Carol to take.

"Terminator 2, and... Scott Pilgrim Vs The World?? Okay, there's no way that second one is real?!"

"How come?" You ask, genuinely curious by Carols sudden declaration. She flips the Blu-Ray to the back. "First off, he's a man named Scott. No hero is ever named Scott- hold on..." You're about to correct that she literally knows a hero named Scott when: "He has to beat 7 evil exes for this girl that he likes!?!" Carol looks up at you with a mixture of glee and distaste.

Carol thinks the plot sounds fun, but she's worried about how they're gonna stretch out the story coming from someone who could kick the seven evil ex's ass. No biggie.

You just nod and take Terminator 2 back from her to put on your shelf. "So you wanna go with that one?" You point to the movie. "You mean I can keep it?" Carol asks, misunderstanding you.

"Oh.. no- I mean you can, but I meant like that's we to watch- like we could watch it. Together." You nervously ramble and gesture to the TV behind you, and thankfully, Carol picks up on the hint and squints her eyes before smiling. "As fun as that sounds..." She hands you the movie. "I still need to find Maria."

Your smile turns flat, and you sadly take the movie from her hands. "Right."

"She's not my girlfriend." Carol points sternly at you before you can say anything. "I know." You laugh.

"Still don't know where Maria could be?" You shake your head. "Estonia? Fiji? Anywhere, honestly." You think as Carol sighs. "But." Carol stands up straight. "I know there's a colony hiding in Russia. Rumor is they have a leader. Someone like me. Someone who's lost everything."

Carol frowns at your words and steps towards you, but before she speaks, you cut her off.

"I forgive you." She stands in front of you with her mouth dropped. "It's okay. You don't need to apologize."

Carol closes her mouth and swallows as she nods. "Thank you."

"Of course." You whisper before clearing your throat. "Gravik." Carol raises her head, waiting for you to continue. "That's his name. Their leader." Carols nods again.

"And Carol?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember, we were all put into tough spots. I don't know much about Gravik or how far gone he could be. But I'm sure that could've been me."

Carol understands you and thanks you again before stepping closer to you. You don't move. She takes the movie from your hand and carefully drops it onto your coffee table. Carol then takes your hands in her own and looks you in the eyes.

"You didn't lose everything. You have me. I promise."

Carol then moves her hands out of yours and brushes them up your arm. And before you know it, her arms are wrapped around your back as you are pulled into a hug.

It's gentle and soft as each of you test the waters. Leaning into one another feels nice and complimentary. Once settled, you inhale and feel butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Carol Danvers smells like Vanilla.

She discovers that you smell like Lavender.

"You have me." She whispers as you feel her breath hit your ear. You bite your lip and make an agreeing noise. "I should go.." The hug finally ends, and yet the both of you want don't want Carol to leave.

But she promised.

"Yeah..." You give Carol a sad smile and walk with her to the door. "You don't have to walk me out," Carol says as your feet hit the bottom of the steps leading back to the main entrance. "I know, but I wanted to."

Carol loves that.

As you and Carol reach the front door, you stop. "Oh shoot. Wait here!" You say, confusing Carol as you turn around and run away. "What?!" She asks, only to hear you yell, "Wait!" Followed by your feet running up the stairs.

It takes less than two minutes for you to come back down. Carol smiles when she sees you, and it grows when she sees what's in your hand. In fact, she laughs. "You didn't!"

"I did." You wave it at her. "Here." You give Carol your copy of Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. "I have no way of watching this. Believe it or not, Earth is the only planet with Blu-Rays." She laughs as she speaks.

"I know." You reply.

"It's for when you come back." You sweetly say, making Carol happy. You trust her. "For when I come back."

Carol opens her arms for a hug, which is when you get bold again. You kiss Carol on the cheek as you accept the hug, momentarily stunning the hero.

Before she leans back to look at you. Red in the face.

"Hey, if you're going to kiss me. Kiss me."

As her words hit your ears, Carol leans forward and connects her lips with yours, and the soft, sensual sensation your lips got from just her skin explodes when you feel her pillowy lips. You close your eyes and savor this moment.

"Wow."

You agree with Carol as the two of you hold each other. Neither alone. You lean your forehead against the blondes. "Can I ask you something?" You open your eyes to see her already looking at you. "Go ahead."

"When I do return, how will I know.. that you're you."

That's a good question. You think for a moment before commenting to an answer. "Play Take On Me by A-Ha. I like the acoustic version more, and if you play the original, I'll be sure to tell you that." Carol listens to your words and grins to the thought of you belting out Take On Me.

"That could work." She smiles.

"Besides. You'll know it's me." Carol leans out of the embrace and cocks an eyebrow. "You're so sure?"

"I'm positive."

Carol smiles brightly and takes your words as truth. She then looks up to the sky. "I should go."

"Okay." You tell her, but the night is just starting between you two, and you don't want it to end. But at last, Carol unwraps arms from you. The feeling of her long finger on your skin makes you jolt. "Will I ever get to see you in your true form?" Carol asks as carefully as possible. You understand and don't get upset.

Instead, you smile.

"You're looking at her." You say, making Carol smile at you before grabbing your hand. "I trust and know that I'll be ready for whenever you do want to show me."

You nod and appreciate it. "But this is me, Carol."

Carol begins to glow. "And this is me." She winks before lifting your hand up to place a kiss on your fingers. "Remember my promise."

You nod. "I will. Good luck, Carol."

"Stay safe, Y/N."

Carol takes a few steps out from the awning of the bar. She looks back at you before turning into light, shooting like a rocket up and towards the infinite cosmos.

You smile and go to fiddle with the ring around your neck before remembering...

-

Carol lands in her cloaked ship that's in high orbit of Earth.

Goose, the every alert flerken, is immediately there to greet her and to meow about her lack of pets. "I'm sorry, Goosie." Carol pets the flerken and gives her some head smoochies before marching over to a console.

She taps buttons on a pad before a scan of Earth shows up. Carol hits some more buttons, causing the image of Nick Fury to pop with red letters on top.

MISSING Last Seen: SABER Base

Carol looks at Goose, biting her lip to form a plan. But then Carol remembers about the gift in her other hand. "Oh shit." She ungrips the Blu-Ray and paces over to her personal corner on the ship.

She goes to place the movie on to her side table, except something rattles inside. She freezes. Huh? Carol picks up the case again and hears the noise.

How did she not hear this earlier?

Carol opens the case to find the movie still intact, put sitting on top is your necklace with your phone number and a note.

"I'm happy I have you." - Y/N

Carol wore your necklace every day after that.

Until three years later when you gave her a new ring.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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