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bingbongsupremacy · 2 months ago

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Time Flies

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warning: Y/N use, swearing, rejection, ghosting

Summary: You've had a crush on your best friend Eddie for a while. Eddie tells you he's leaving Hawkins, and you accidentally confess your love for him. Will this change things between the two of you, or will you find a way to work past your feelings and his lack thereof.

*Not Proof Read*

Pt.2

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I always knew Eddie was going to make it big. He's a talented man in a group of talented guys. Of course, they were going to make it big. It just surprised me how quickly things evolved.

"What do you mean you're leaving tomorrow?" I ask, my brows furrowing in confusion. I stare at the boy next to me.

We're sitting on the floor with our backs against his bed. Moments ago, we had been flipping through the latest issues of music magazines when he suddenly sprang the news on me.

"You remember how we sent that demo to a bunch of the labels in Indy?" Eddie asks, setting his magazine to the side. He turns slightly to face me. His dark eyes are wide with excitement. A large, genuine smile is plastered on his face. "One of the labels wants to meet us and hear more of our stuff in person. They said they want to talk numbers." Eddie continues. "They set us up for a last-minute appointment on Thursday morning. The boys and I decided it would be less stressful if we head to Indy tomorrow so we have time to settle in at a hotel."

My heart drops. I should be excited. Part of me is. The other part is sad.

This means Eddie's leaving.

"You can't." I blurt out without thinking.

The smile on Eddie's face begins to fade. His excited expression is replaced by one of confusion. "What? Why not? Y/N, don't you realize how huge this is for me? For the boys? For our career? Everything we've worked for is paying off."

"So you're just going to leave like that?"

"Why are you being like this? You've always supported me. I thought you'd be happier. What's your problem? Why are you so upset?" Eddie asks.

"Because you're leaving, Eddie. Within 24 hours, you'll be out of here. And because I like you, and now you're leaving." I ramble, unintentionally outing my crush on the boy.

My eyes widen when I realize what I said. "Fuck." I mutter while biting down harshly on my lip in desperation.

Sympathy flashes in Eddie's eyes. "You like me?" His voice is quieter then moments before, like he's trying to accept my words.

"Yeah Eddie. I do." I let out a small sigh, pulling my eyes from his face. I feel heat burning on my cheeks. I hadn't meant to tell him how I felt. It just slipped out.

Eddie lets out a small sigh. "Y/N..."

I feel my heart pounding nervously in my chest. My anxiety builds as I wait for him to continue.

"I'm sorry, but I don't like you like that. You're an amazing friend- hell, my best friend, but...I don't feel the same way." His words shatter my heart into a million pieces.

We sit in a moment of silence as I slowly accept his rejection.

This is what I was afraid of. This is why I kept my feelings a secret for years. I knew he wouldn't like me back. I knew I wasn't his type. I just made this situation ten times worse.

My face is hotter than before. I just want to get out of here. I feel so embarrassed. I should've kept my mouth shut.

Why did I tell him?

I guess maybe some part of my mind thought he'd feel the same. That maybe he'd take me with him or find a way to stay with me.

How selfish is that? I need to snap out of this. This is everything he's dreamed of. He's got a deal with a label. His band is making it big. He's going to be a rockstar, just like the stars he's looked up to his entire life. Who am I to ask him to stay behind-to give that all up for me.

"I don't mean to hurt you." Eddie says softly.

I can see his face out of the corner of my eye. His dark brown eyes are filled with sympathy and maybe a little pity.

I just want the earth to swallow me whole. "It's fine. You can't force yourself to like me back, Eds. I wouldn't want you to do anything you don't want to do." I reply softly.

As much as my heart is broken at the fact that he doesn't like me and likely never will, he's still my best friend. I just hope I didn't screw everything up by telling him. I hope things aren't awkward between us.

"Is that the reason you wanted me to stay in town so bad?" Eddie asks.

"I was mostly just hurt that you let me know so late. I mean, you're leaving tomorrow, Ed. No warning, no time to process. We literally spent hours on a new campaign last week, and we're not going to get to play. Why would you make plans with me if you knew you were leaving so soon?" My frustration from before bubbles in my chest at the thought of being left behind by the boy I trust so much.

Eddie lets out a small sigh. He leans his head back against his bed. "I just found out a few hours ago. You're the first person I've told. I haven't even told Uncle Wayne yet."

He told me first.

"I just want you to be happy for me, Y/N. This is everything I've ever wanted and now I feel like a shitty person for trying to actually attain it." Eddie's voice is quiet.

I hadn't meant to make him feel like that. "I am happy for you, Eddie. I just need to process it. I mean, you'd probably feel the same way if I told you I was moving to Indy for college and gave you a day's notice. I can't just pretend it's not going to hurt when you leave." This day has been a rollercoaster of emotions. "You know I'm going to support you no matter what. This is your dream and you need to follow it."

"Thanks, Y/N."

"Of course. Just make sure to remember me when you're famous. Send me an album or postcard every once in a while, alright?" I try to lighten the mood in the tense room.

Eddie chuckles. "You know I'm going to come back, right? I can't ditch my uncle like that, not after everything he's done for me. You can't get rid of me that easily."

I smile softly, grateful things are semi similar to before. Maybe things will stay normal.

"Eddie, can we just forget about what I said earlier? I really don't want things to be weird between us." I ask cautiously, nervous as to what he'll say.

Eddie nods. "Don't worry, forgotten." Eddie gestures to his pile of VHS tapes near his TV. "Let's make the most of the time we have left. Wanna watch a movie?"

I nod. "Yeah. Let's do it."

The rest of the evening, Eddie and I spend time together watching movies, eating junk food, and hanging out. At first, I thought everything really was normal. Eddie eventually went back to his playful, dramatic self after the movie began. We went back to talking about anything and everything, just like before.

I didn't realize he was acting a little strange until it was time for me to leave. Usually, Eddie is a physically affectionate person. He likes wrapping his arm around the shoulders of his friends. He's not scared to hug the people he cares about. He used to put his head in my lap.

Before I leave, Eddie always hugs me. It's just something we've always done since we were kids. He didn't this time. I also realized he kept a decent size of distance between the two of us throughout the entire night.

He might not say my confession made him uncomfortable, but I know it did. He's holding me at an arm's length, keeping things surface level instead of deeper like they were before.

Maybe he's just trying to protect me. Maybe he's trying to prevent me from feeling lead on.

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The next day Eddie left for Indianapolis. I watched as his car pulled away, my heart breaking more the further he got.

It's not just pain from losing a crush. Eddie's a good guy. I've known him forever, and now he's just gone. I have to call him if I want to talk to him, something that's going to be difficult if he's constantly moving through cities on tour. Hell, it'll be harder when he starts going to different countries. We won't have our weekly movie nights or DND campaigns.

I feel so alone, and usually when I feel like that, I call up Eddie and ask him to come over. I can't do that anymore.

Eddie's van disappears around the corner of the street, leaving me and Wayne standing in the yard of the trailer.

"He'll be back," Wayne reassures me, softly patting me on the shoulder. "And you're welcome here anytime you want, kid. I could use the company now that my boy's gone." Wayne's tone holds sadness, something I relate to.

"Thanks, Wayne." I smile sadly at the older man. "I'll have to take you up on that offer. I have a feeling I'm going to need some company too."

Wayne and I say our goodbyes before I begin walking down the road in the direction of my house. He offered to drive me there, but I refused. I need some air to process everything.

I know Eddie said he'll be back, but I wonder if he'll keep his word. Indy has so much more to offer than Hawkins. Who would want to leave? When he starts making a lot, he won't have to be confined to Indiana. He can move wherever he wants.

It would be so easy to forget us here.

---- 3 years later----

Eddie kept his word at first. He got settled in Indy and came back a few times to visit. He was still distant, but at least he was in my life.

The first year he sent me a copy of his album, signed and all. He sent post cards from everywhere he visited and made sure to call at least once a week.

Things started to change in the second year. His weekly calls became biweekly and eventually monthly events. He and the boys were busy, though. I understood.

Gareth, Jeff, and Freak called monthly, too. While I wasn't as close to them as I was with Eddie, they were still my friends. They told me about their campaigns and the cool things they experienced. They also told me about Eddie's new girlfriend.

I thought being apart from Eddie would make my crush disappear. That wasn't the case. That's why hearing the news that Eddie got a girlfriend broke my heart all over again.

What hurt worse is he didn't even tell me himself. The two had been secretly dating for at least half a year by the time Gareth brought it up into the conversation, thinking I had already been told by Eddie.

That month, when Eddie called, I told him I knew about his girlfriend and I was happy for him. As much as it made my heart ache, I was happy he found someone he could love and who hopefully treated him right.

He deserved to be treated well.

Eddie told me he didn't want to hurt my feelings by telling me he was seeing someone. He figured keeping it under wraps would save me the heartbreak and keep a smaller number of people who knew about their relationship.

It hurt to know he had never planned on telling me. From a best friend standpoint, it felt like he was slowly closing me out of his life.

Shortly after that conversation, all calls from Eddie ended. He rarely sent postcards, and if he did, he didn't bother to write anything on them besides his name. He stopped telling me when he was coming to town.

I tried to make excuses.

He's famous now. His face is plastered on newspapers and magazines around the country. He's got more important things to do than call me.

He'll call when he has time, he's just really busy right now.

When I asked why Eddie didn't call anymore, Jeff told me that his girlfriend wasn't happy with him talking to other girls. It wasn't because of me personally. She just didn't like him interacting with any girls at all.

I just wish Eddie would've told me himself. I wish he would've sent me a letter or called one last time to explain the situation. I respect his relationship and I would've left him alone if he had just told me what was going on. I didn't tell Jeff this.

Eventually, the only information I got about Eddie was from Magazine covers, sometimes the boys, or occasionally Wayne, when I stopped to visit him.

Yeah, I was mad he just ditched me, something he promised he'd never do. But I was mostly hurt.

The reality is Eddie's a rockstar and I'm just a girl from Hawkins, Indiana. He's outgrown Hawkins, and he's outgrown me.

I just wish my heart would accept that.

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queenariesofnarnia · 9 months ago

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a mouthful 🤭

various male characters x f!reader (let that imagination go crazy babes🤩)

warnings: just a bit of a non descriptive blowjob, 18+ mdni !

wc:200

one hand was in your hair that you spent time perfecting. his almost animalistic groans filled the small room that he dragged you in. his hips move at a steadily increasing as he thrusts into your mouth.

“look at me baby” he commands gently, his free hand under your chin. you meet his eyes seeing his pupils blown in pleasure. you can feel spit running down your chin and tears form as his cock hits the back of your throat. “you look so pretty like this” he coos at you. you thank him with your mouth still full but he knows. his thrusts begin getting sloppier when you begin massaging his balls.

“i’m so close baby are you going to swallow it like a good girl?” you nod enthusiastically answering his question. he chuckles between grunts as he hits the back of your throat one last time his warm release coats your tongue and throat. he wipes the tip on you lips leaving some cum behind. “open up let me see. go ahead and swallow” as he watches you do so he smiles at you lovingly, pulling you up for a kiss. “now lay down my love it’s your turn”

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bauwhores-blog · 2 months ago

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Impulsus

emperor geta x fem!reader

summary: Since childhood, she has stood by Geta’s side, offering him quiet devotion he never fully returns after becoming emperor. Realizing she can no longer chase a love he refuses to share, she leaves Rome forever, but not before writing him one last letter, a farewell he may never read.

contents: no warnings, just a bit depressing and sad

a/n: its been a while since I’ve published any of my writing but I got emotional so I incorporated something personal of mine in this piece. (a story for another time lmao) It’s small just a little something for shits and giggles

She had loved him for as long as she could remember.

Not in the way the poets spoke of, not with grand declarations or gilded promises, but in quiet moments, in unspoken understanding. Yet love, unreturned, had a way of wearing one down.

They had grown up together. From the moment they met, there was something about him a quiet intensity, a sharpness in his gaze, and a mind that always seemed to be far ahead of everyone else. He and he is was a bright individual sharing her interests.

They laughed together, played together, shared secrets no one else knew. But as time passed, their bond began to shift. The weight of obligation and loyalty to the crown and his twin brother Caracalla weighed him down.

He began to pull away, confining himself away in his champers or swimming in alcohol and women. And she, always the quiet observer, found herself left in the space he once filled with warmth and trust.

It wasn’t sudden. No, it was gradual, like the slow movement of the seasons. She waited for him to let her in, to show her the part of him he kept so carefully guarded. But he never did. And somehow, she kept hoping. Hoping that her Geta, the little boy she met once and her first love would be back.

Now, with ink-stained fingers and a heart too heavy to carry any longer, she wrote to him one last time before she was gone forever, leaving him to drown in his newly found position as emperor.

Dear Geta,

It’s been more than a year now. You and Caracalla have been ruling with an iron fist. You’ve become unrecognisable, a different boy than the one I met years ago. I have missed you. I mourn you Geta as if you are no longer here.

There’s still a dull ache accompanying the thought of you, your face, your voice, which I’ve started to forget, and the quiet, almost imperceptible laugh you’d release under your breath every time you found something amusing or challenging. But it was always subtle. A half-breath. A signal, you could say. Never a full smile, always a smirk, a fleeting exhale that might resemble a laugh. But never a carefree expression. Never. You never let me in that way.

You entrusted me with things you’ve never shared with anyone else. Your words, not mine. And yet, you refused to offer me something so insignificant, or better yet, something so simple as a genuine smile. Was I not enough? A patient listener, but never the one being heard, am I right?

Anyway, you’re resilient. You don’t need it. That’s what you thought, right? After our discussion in your champers, the moment my expression shifted, became guarded, distant, cold.

You were surprised to see that I had now built the same walls you’ve always carried. You were surprised to see that maybe I wasn’t feeling as much as you assumed I did. You were surprised to witness the weight of your actions etched into my face. My face, a testament to your naïveté and impulse.

Impulse: a sudden, fierce, and unrefined urge to act without reflection.

I am your mirror, your unrequited desire, and the one thing you curse fate for bringing into your life. Sometimes, I hope you stop what you’re doing to think of me of what it could have been, or what it couldn’t and wouldn’t. I’m almost certain you do, but not for me. Not to mourn us, but for yourself. For your impulse.

Because I believe, no—I know—you regret it. But your pride, your ego, as always, holds you captive. Because you’re infallible, and your carefully constructed plans, your ambitions, are the only ones that matter. You see emotion not as strength, but as a distraction. Desire as a vice, and love as a weakness.

What is there left for you? Your obsession with perfection and validation will destroy you just as much as you claimed love will destroy me. Or perhaps your plight is far worse, you’re cursed. Cursed in a cell made of gold and power.

Love is not merely a fleeting emotion it is a way of living. A path to something greater than the cold perfection and calculated order you so desperately cling to in your world. It is a way to either freedom or enslavement.

The difference, my love, is that love, seen through a different lens, is beautiful. Perfection and calculation, no matter how meticulously you arrange and observe them, are prisons. Your prison. Your undoing.

Goodbye Geta,

I love you.

Y/n

#emperor geta x reader #gladiator 2 #joseph quinn #joseph Quinn x reader #eddie munson x reader #xreader #paulmescal #emperor caracalla #emperor geta #geta x reader #writing #tumblr post plus #writers on tumblr #gladiator ii #gladiator movie #pedro pascal #marcus acacius

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wittyminds · 1 year ago

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More Than A Feeling

This was just a random idea to distract me from revising for my exams. I'm slightly obsessed with him at the moment and just wanted to write some fluff that would make me even more sad than i already am. I know I also said that I would be doing a bucky barnes fic but... i got distracted and now can't commit to writing it. I'll probably write it eventually but i can't bring myself to do it right now.

I was also listening to More Than A Feeling by Boston when writing this so... it stuck.

Just a small fic of Steve Harrington and a bookworm reader girlfriend who is also Dustin's sister after their first time and the "chaos" that ensues.

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff, Suggestive, Both Steve's and Reader's 'first time'

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Dustin couldn't understand how it all happened or exactly when you stopped disliking the King of Hawkins but he was convinced it would all end in heartbreak. He did like Steve Harrington after he protected them all from all the dangers they had faced over the years. But dating his sister was a different matter.

To say he is overprotective of you would be an understatement.

You had spent your entire life protecting him from bullies and assholes and now it was his turn to keep you from the possible heartbreak that was Steve Harrington.

So when he peaked through the door to your room and saw the two of you curled round each other fast asleep, he couldn't help but feel upset and scared for you. It clearly wasn't the first time Steve had snuck through the window without anyone but you knowing and the thought brought disgust to his gut. He had invited his friends round as your parents were away. He now regretted the idea and wished he had agreed when Mike suggested his house instead.

He wasn't being dramatic, he had every right to believe that you could end up like all the other girls.

Before he could wake you both up, though, his friends had pulled him back and disappeared back into his room to discuss what they had just seen.

Steve, on the other hand, couldn't be happier.

Your head rests on his chest, arms wrapped round his body. A sheet covers you and he brings his hand up and down your arm gently as he gazes at you asleep. He has been like this since he woke up to see you curled round him, hair a mess, no makeup on and breathing softly onto his bare chest.

What had happened the night before had surprised you both, if he was quite honest with himself. He had been ready from the second date with you but you had made it clear that you wanted to wait. He had thought he was ready when he dated Nancy but when the time came, he froze and ruined the moment.

But now, here you were snuggled up close with memories of the night before playing through your dreams as your boyfriend watches over you lovingly. He can't remember ever loving anyone as much as he loves you and all he wants is to tell you, and keep you by his side till the day he dies.

Just as his hand stops grazing your arm, you roll over off of him and wriggle onto your side, still facing him. Your lips pull up into a brief smile before dropping again. He shifts his body onto his side too and props his head onto his arms, watching as your eyebrows pull together and your eyes flutter open slowly.

A huge grin falls onto his lips as you look up groggily with a bashful smile.

"Morning, beautiful." His voice is still husky from sleep and a thousand butterflies take flight in your stomach.

"Morning." You rub a hand over your eyes to try and wake up properly, to no avail.

"I was gonna make breakfast, if you're hungry." He lifts his head off his arm to give you a playful look that is sleepily returned.

He gets up from the bed and tries to track down his trousers and socks before perching on the edge of the bed to give you a soft kiss that lingers longer than usual.

His blushing face then leaves your eyesight and you roll onto your back with a disbelieving laugh, quickly covering your mouth to stifle it.

You were still questioning how the two of you were even together, total opposites from different sides of the school. The King and a bookworm.

You suppose, in a weird way, you could thank the horrors that you had both witnessed over the past two years for bringing you together. But you don't want to give the Upside-Down any credit for your happiness given it was a hell like no other.

You can still remember how much you had disliked him at first, the way he acted, the way he spoke to people, the way he made you feel about yourself. His "friends" had given you hell for years and when he had finally stood up to them and broken up with Nancy, you had seen the better version of Steve Harrington who laughed and smiled and actually cared without any fear of being judged.

As you lie on your back, you cans still feel the gentle press of his hands on your skin, hear the whispered words "Are you sure?". Still feel his face buried in the crook of your neck, hear the hushed laughter when he first appeared over you with a bashful "Hello."

It couldn't have been more perfect and you could smile forever in your new bliss.

You wrestle your way out of the warmth of the bedsheets, grabbing the closest article of clothing to you: his navy sweater from yesterday. The sleeves fall over your hands and you bunch it up in fists as you open the door and walk into the hallway.

Dustin's door is still closed and you creep past, so as not to wake him. He wouldn't quit poking fun at you or Steve if he saw you now so it was better to be safe than sorry to leave him sleeping in. It was the holidays anyway.

You're suddenly startled by the sound of pots and pans crashing against each other, followed by the sound of a terribly hidden string of curses as whoever spilled the contents of the cupboard tried (and failed) to catch them.

When you reach the kitchen door, you can see Steve busy at the stove, pots and pans sitting haphazardly on the counter and floor. Without a word, you lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, and watch him attempt to work the stove. A smile plays on your lips and eventually, you clear your throat quietly to get his attention.

He whips round, only to notice that it's you.

"Morning... again." You murmur softly, still smiling.

God, it was like you slept with a hanger in your mouth or something.

"Morning," He turns away as his cheeks blush bashfully, and you can't help but feel warmth at the thought of making Steve Harrington blush. The thought nearly turns your legs to jelly and you walk over to the stove to keep them working.

You swat his hands away from the buttons with a laugh and stand in his place to turn the stove on, hearing his almost silent "Oh." as you show him how to work it.

His arms snake their way round your middle and his chin falls onto your shoulder, your face heating at the contact. He places soft kisses on your shoulder, then your neck, and you run your hands along his forearms.

"Steve." You feel him hug you tighter at his name and his hum of acknowledgement is disguised by another kiss, "Last night..."

You trail off and he laughs against your neck, moving away to turn you round. His nose scrunches as your hands move to the ends of his hair out of habit and he sways slightly.

"Yeah?" You can tell he's wanting you to talk more and you repress a sigh.

"I just wanted to say I..." You can't seem to finish the sentence as you gaze into his eyes, the whole scene perfectly homely. You didn't want to ruin it with a love confession that might be rejected.

He watches you with curious smirk and you open your mouth to speak again but he cuts you off with a sweet, slow kiss.

Your hands move further into his hair and his pull you closer by the waist. More memories of meaningful kisses and the whispered confessions whilst pressed close together from last night resurface in your mind. The feeling of his hands, his lips, just his touch made your head spin and your forehead falls onto his, not breaking the kiss.

"Oh come on!"

Your brother's voice startles you both and you break apart, Steve keeping a hold of your waist.

Dustin stands in the doorway, his friends lingering in the hallway, awkwardly watching the scene playing out. You feel your face burn and turn to your boyfriend for help, but he seems entirely unfazed.

"A bit of privacy wouldn't kill you, Henderson." Steve grumbles, ignoring the disgust on Dustin's face.

"I live here." Dustin replies matter-of-factly, crossing his arms.

"And..?" You can't help but hold back a laugh at your boyfriend's oblivion and he pulls a face at you which lets the laughter escape.

Dustin pulls a different kind of face, "Well, when you two are finished grossing everyone out, I'd like some pancakes."

You roll your eyes and walk over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders to turn him round. He begins to protest but gives up when you give him a sharp pinch on either side.

"Just go upstairs and do whatever it is you do together there," You give him your most serious look you can muster with a stomach full of butterflies.

"Fine," He stomps up the stairs, "But I'm serious about those pancakes!"

You watch his friends follow him up, quickly noticing the two girls and yell up a quick "Leave the door open!" before turning to return to the kitchen.

Max stops and gives you a look that makes you freeze and eye her curiously.

"Yes?" You ask quietly.

"I was just thinking that the sweater is real subtle." Her eyes move along the sweater and you shift uncomfortably under them.

"I-I don't know what you mean..."

She snorts out a laugh and runs up the stairs.

"Nice hickey, by the way!" She yells after her and you throw a shoe up the stairs that hits her legs.

"Teenagers." You mutter under your breath and turn back to the kitchen to see Steve leaning against the counter, a smirk playing on his pretty lips.

"Want to tell me what's going on in that head of yours, Harrington?" Your voice is quiet and he closes the distance between the two of you in four long strides.

His thumb grazes your chin, pushing your face up to his before he kisses you again, a contented sigh escaping him. Once again, your hands find his messy hair and he grips the sweater with a little more power than before.

"God, I love you." His words are almost hidden against your lips but you freeze and pull away slightly, out of breath from both the kiss and his confession.

A blush creeps up his face and you can't help but smile before giving him another quick peck on his lips, relief filling you.

How can you have thought this man didn't love you enough to say it when he had blushed and grinned the entire morning. You love him to Jupiter and back a thousand times and realise, you had always really known he feels the same.

So, when the words leave your mouth and leave him a blushing mess, you can't help but know that this is your future.

You and him.

"I love you too."

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A/N

I really hope you liked it and just a reminder that my requests are open via messages so just ping me a message if you have a request for any of the characters from my first post. Thank you! xx

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euph0riafilms · 2 years ago

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Eddie Munson x Goth! Reader

She's a little strange... but he likes it

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #reader #goth!reader #goth aesthetic #goth #alt!reader #stranger things #eddie munson x alt!reader #eddie munson x goth!reader #xreader

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darkuselesssomebody · 1 year ago

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masterlists!

** all works are x reader (written as x fem!reader but most are/can be read as gender neutral)

** this masterlist includes all fandoms i write for - if you have a suggestion with another fandom/character, you can still request it, and i can see if i know them/am willing to write for them ** this is a dark blog; all content comes with content warnings and is 18+ !!

☁ dark marvel masterlist

☁ dark stranger things masterlist

☁ dark miscellaneous

☁ kinktober 2023

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samazing0831 · 7 days ago

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Anyone wanna tell me why Olivia Rodrigo pairs so good with my Steve x Reader or my Eddie x Reader fics? Is it just the teen angst or what?

#steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #fanfic #xreader #question #just curious

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roadkill-writes · 2 years ago

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Princess Part 2

Not my gif please give credit to @suledins

This is the second part of Princess could technically be read as it’s own fic!

Word count: 5.4k

Warnings: Drug use (weed even though I don’t count it as a drug) it is a heavily mentioned, a nod at Chrissy’s ED (again I don’t condone it but I know it’s a trigger to some, Broken family (adultery, mother cheating), No use of (y/n), Swear words. Afab!reader

Please let me know if there is anything that I may have missed, as well at this is very vaguely proofed. In no way shape or form do I give permission for anyone to republish or repost my work on other sites without my consent and full credit given.

This morning was no different than yesterday. Your alarm goes off at five and yet you lay in bed for another five minutes before rolling over to let your feet hit the soft shag purple carpet you begged your parents to put in. You shuffle around your room for another ten minutes trying to collect the things you need for a hot shower like a towel.

And then you pad down the hall to the bathroom attempting not to wake your dad. The cold metal knobs of the shower shock you ever time, twisting the hot water on and then the cold just enough to your liking. Slowing peel your silk pajamas off and step into the water letting the warmth wake you to your fullest.

Rinsing the last of the soap off your body you twist the knobs off and tear back the curtain the cold air always seemed to help wake you up. Pulling the towel for the rack you wrap it around your body before reaching for the towel for you hair. Stepping onto the plush bath mat you dry your feet before opening the door and making your way back into your bedroom. Locking the door and grabbing a Metallica record out of your collect before turning up the volume just low enough to hear through the door.

Putting your cheer uniform on for the day, drying and doing your hair promptly with your cheer bow, and applying makeup. By now your dad’s usually awake you can hear him making his way down stairs but just before he does he stops out side of your door telling you he’s making coffee if you’d like some. Most days you decline but on days like today where you felt like you really needed it you tell him thank you and that you’d be down in a few minutes.

Onto the next step of your daily routine, your knees firmly planted onto your plush purple carpet as you dig under your bed for your metal lunch box. The one one dawned in Smokey the bear telling you that ‘Only you can prevent forest fires’ quite ironic actually, your dad thinks you pack your lunch in it. But in reality you keep your weed stash tucked away, it hidden just behind an old shoe box under your bed. Grabbing ahold on the clanky handle you retrieve it and make your way over to your desk to pre roll a few.

This wasn’t routine, you’re running low on weed. And after learning yesterday that you’ve been getting ripped off by Jeremy McCoy you weren’t the happiest camper. “For fucks sake.” You mutter, not wanting to alert your dad of your dismay or your ‘stress relief’ stash.

You rolled what you could with what you had left, like four. Slamming the lid of the lunch box closed and swiftly locking the latches before tossing it into your awaiting book bag by your feet. Zipping that closed as well before tossing a strap over your shoulder, shutting your record player off and checking your makeup one last time before heading downstairs.

You dad sat at the head of the table morning paper between his hands covering his face from view. A hot cup of coffee steaming on the table in front of him, he leaned the paper forward just enough to view you as you walked in.

”Good morning, sweetheart. Your cups sitting on the island just the way ya like it. And your allowance is there as well.” He smiles before lifting the paper back up to continue where he left off.

“Thanks dad.” You had the smallest of smiles on your face.

You haven’t had the best relationship since your mom moved out a few months ago, but you both tried to make it work. Never getting in each others way within the house and keeping conversations to a minimum almost like roommates in an odd way. More times than not he was normally out the door before you would leave for school, always just leaving your allowance on the counter.

You took a few large sips of your coffee until you glanced over at the clock above the stove, realizing that it was now almost 7 and you’d have to leave soon. Grabbing the cash of the counter top needing to put it in your coin purse.

“Dad? Have you seen my keys?” You asked from the hallway.

“They should be either hanging up by the door or in the bowl in the hallway.

Another daily thing, not remembering where you put your keys. Even though the night before you would have sworn you had hung them up or thrown them on the kitchen counter for the morning retrieval.

”Found ‘em! Also don’t wait up for me I’ve got a game after school.” Hand on the front door knob twisting it before pulling it open.

”Wasn’t planning on it gotta stay late at work.”

Your dad did work as a lawyer stayed late most nights but he brought enough money in to never have to worry so you never really minded. You nodded your head even though you knew he wasn’t even paying attention to you as you closed the door behind you.

Tossing your bag in the passenger seat as you closed the door, car coming alive with the turn of a key. Deciding to change your Kate Bush cassette out for one of the ones hidden under your passenger seat, todays blind choice was - you looked at the label - Slayer’s new album Show No Mercy. Tossing Kate bush onto your passenger seat for quick retrieval for when you pulled into the school parking lot.

You’d be caught dead if any of your friends knew what kind of music you listened to. Would totally ruin your cheerleader reputation and your spot as cheer captain with the way some of the girls on the team have been acting as of recently. Some of them knew of your light work with weed but in their eyes it was only at parties and you would like it to stay that way.

The drive to school was never terrible humming along to whatever music you decided to play that day got you into a good mood. The still warm late summer breeze blowing through your open windows was also a plus to your morning commute.

The school parking lot was hustling and bustling as it always did approaching first period, ejecting the slayer cassette before grabbing the one you had tossed onto your passenger seat and inserting it as you drove into the parking lot. Slayer then got tossed onto the floor for you to shove under the seat later. Finding an open parking spot was easier said than done especially since you ended up running a few minutes behind this morning.

Thankfully finding one on the far end, un thankfully next to a ratty two-tone beat up looking van. Eddie Munsons van. The same van he just happened to be sitting in right now. With the car in park, you leaned over into your passenger seat to grab the cassette up from the floor and tuck it back into its hiding spot under the seat. You could hear the bell ring in the process signaling the start of first period, which also now meant that you were late.

Which also means that Eddie was late and you could catch him before while no one was around to see. Plucking the keys from the ignition and you bag from the passenger seat you climbed out of your car closing the door behind you. Eddie paid you no mind as you looked at him through the passenger window so you decided to give it a small knock with your knuckle.

Eddie paid you no mind as the loud music played around him as he rolled a joint. Taking matters into your own hands you opened the door and climbed in slamming the door in the process. Immediately reaching for the radio to turn the loud volume down.

”Eddie! For Christ sake first bell already rang and I’ve been knocking on the window.”

“Jeez princess, sure you wanna get caught in the Shaggin Wagon?”

You roll your eyes with a huff, “The only shag in here is the carpet on the floor. But seriously I need to ask you something.”

”No.” He stared with a blank expression as he continued to roll his joint.

”Huh? You don’t even know what I was going to ask you.” You sat bewildered.

“As much a banging a cheerleader is top priority on my list it’s not gonna happen.”

You let out a scoff, “Ugh as if! I was gonna ask for weed but at this point I’d rather be over paying from McCoy.” You had pulled the handle to open the door it released with a click. Hopping out and slamming the door before Eddie could even plead his case. Stomping your way across the courtyard and into the school.

Classes have gone and went, thankfully your first period teacher didn’t mark you absent for the day since you were late. But now was on to lunch, making a short stop at your locker with a few of the other cheerleaders to drop off some books you made your way into the cafeteria.

Standing in line you all got your food and made your way to your designated table with all the other girls. You sat across from Chrissy and next to Madeline two of your favorite underclass men. Madeline was a girl of average height, with brown hair that fell just past her shoulders in perfect curls when she didn’t have it pulled back into a pony tail. She was a quite bubbly girl along side Chrissy. Chrissy has a personality just as bright as her blonde hair, a little ball of sunshine as you will. Both girls were a year below you but when they had tried out for the cheer team their freshman year you all just clicked, inviting them to parties and sleepovers and driving them around in your car on occasions, even going to the mall regularly when it was still open. You wouldn’t trade these girls for the world, you quite literally took them under your wing.

“Hello girls! Did ya miss me all day?” You smiled while getting situated at the table next to Madeline.

They both let out giggles. “Of course we did,” Chrissy said she picked around at her french fries never actually eating any of them.

“We missed you at practice yesterday, what happened?” Glancing up from your tray at Madeline’s question.

“Oh Mads I meant to call you last night and explain. Had really bad cramps, barely made it home.” Both girls nodded in understanding, it wasn’t uncommon for some of the girls to sit out or not show if nature called.

Chrissy light up with a smile, “Well hey at least you’re feeling better today. Especially since we have the game tonight.” You nodded your head at you dipped a French fry into your ketchup before eating it.

A hand slid its way onto your shoulder not thinking anything of it. “There’s my little lady.” A sultry voice came from behind you.

”Jeremy, I’m not your lady. And I don’t know how many more times I have to tell you this.” You swiped his hand off your shoulder not even having to look behind you to know who it was.

Looking down as you pushed your french fries around with your manicured finger. “No, but you could be if you’d go out with me this Friday.” Both of his hands now resting on your shoulders giving them a little squeeze as he gently rocked you back and forth.

You happen to look up and meet the eyes of none other than Eddie across a few tables, not even paying attention to his friends around him in conversation, a look on his face that you couldn’t read but you got an idea. Turning your head to look up at Jeremy. “Actually, you know what Jeremy. I will go out with you this Friday.” A bright smile written across your features, scrunching up your nose in a cute manner.

At that moment in time Jeremy McCoy looked as if he just won the lottery, eyes wide and fist pumping in the air. He just about ran his way over to the other basketball players to rejoice. Getting high fives and chest bumps from the other jocks. “Fuck yeah she said yes!” Turning your head back to look at Eddie, you smirked. Two could play this game.

Lunch finished up by now you and all the girls got up to throw whatever was left in to the trash, said your goodbyes and headed off to your lockers before your next classes. By the time you made your way to your locker there was a freshman standing waiting for you looking to be out of breathe and just slightly sweaty. He looked like one of the boys that were sat at the table with Eddie.

You pretended not to notice him as you began twisting the dial of your lock to put in the combination. He cleared his throat trying to get you to acknowledge him. “I’m sorry can I help you with something are you lost?” Looking him in the eyes.

He felt tense under your gaze. “Uh oh no! I’m not lost.”

You opened your locker and began grabbing the books you needed for your next classes. “Then what do you want?” You asked blankly. “Uh Ed, Eddie wanted me to give you this.” He stuttered as he stuck his hand out a note grasped in his fingers. You’re reached out to grab it your fingers grazing his unknowingly you could almost see him shriver at the touch. Taking the note and before you even got it fully in your grasp the boy turned and sped off down the long crowded hallway. You didn’t have time to read it now as the bell began to ring signaling to get to class, so you just finished grabbing your books and headed off to class.

Taking your seat in chemistry you placed your books on your desk and your bookbag on the ground next to the legs of your chair. You had a few minutes before Mrs.Humphrey started classes so you opened the note.

Meet me at the picnic table after your stupid game

-E

You couldn’t help but slightly chuckle, you were 0-1 already. He was wrapped around your finger already and you’ve barely even started.

Classes were rearing to an end as the final bell was set to go off and kids were waiting to rush to the gymnasium for the start of the basketball game. You met up with Madeline and Chrissy at your locker after the final bell rang, you had about thirty minutes before the game and cheer routine was set to start but you had forgotten your pompoms in your car.

You dug your keys out of your book bag before closing your locker. “I left my poms in my car I’ll meet you guys in the gym.” Looking over your shoulder.

Both girls let out an ‘alright’ as they went to walk off down the hall through the sea of students. Pushing your way through the large heavy front doors or the school you made your way across the asphalt to your cherry red car shining beautifully in the sun. Climbing into the leather seat to try and relax for a moment. To no avail you couldn’t relax not without a pre roll, but there’s no way you could go in there smelling like reefer ricks place not with most of the student body in attendance tonight. So you slugged your way out of the seat to pop the hatch of your car to retrieve the things you came looking for in the first place.

You could feel the vibration of everyone in the bleachers before you made your way into the gymnasium, b-lining right for the cheerleader section front and center on the bottom two rows of bleachers. You caught the eye of Buckley up in the band section, you smiled and waved well more of like shook your pompom at her before you took your seat next to Evelyn the current cheer captain. Robin was a nice girl, you had a few classes with her, even did a few class projects together. Even running into her at Scoops Ahoy! back when StarCourt Mall was up and running before the fire. She’s a bit awkward in a blurted stuff out kinda way but a sweet girl non the less some might even say a friend.

“Robin was that-“ Robin cut Steve off before he got the chance to finish his sentence.

”Yes Steve, yes it was.” Steve had a ‘tell me everything’ look on his face.

”She was my partner in English and biology once. Nothing crazy.” Robin gave a crooked smile.

”Nothing crazy Robin? The soon to be cheer captain stopping to smile and wave at you before a big game!” Robins shoulder jumped to her ears.

“Steve shush!” She tried to get him to lower his voice so attention wasn’t drawn to them both.

The loud voice of the principal was heard over the microphone interrupting their conversation. “Welcome students and faculty to the Hawkins Tigers basketball game!” He paused as the loud rawr of applause rang out through the gym, sending vibrations through out the floor and walls. The cheer team stomping their feet and ruffling their pom poms together with bright smile on their faces. “Go Tigers! Woo!”

The principal continued, “If you’d all stand and take your hats off for the National anthem!”

You and the rest of the cheer team stood before turning around to place your poms on the bleachers where each of you were sat. Placing a hand over your heart as a girl who looked like a muppet sang the national anthem very poorly if you might add.

She finished the song and you couldn't help but wince at her screeching voice. Turning back around for your Pom poms quickly you and the rest again stomped your feet as loud as you all could and ruffled your poms together.

During half time was the girls time to shine. Doing the dance routine just like you’ve all been practicing for weeks. Hearts thumping, girls jumping and flipping all over the court. Pom Poms ruffling, the team shouting chants. You finished off the routine with doing a full gymnastic routine you’ve been working extremely hard on, a front handspring, step out, round off back handspring, step out, round off back handspring, full twisted layout.

Your landing places you directly in the middle of the gym floor, flipping your hair back with your head raised high a giant smile on your face. Everyone hooted and hollered with a round of applause for your excellent performance. Retrieving your pompoms off the floor rushing back over towards the bleachers. Looking up into the crowed to wave at Robin again before the band started to play, catching the look of Steve “The King” Harrington standing next to her the biggest grin on his face as he looks down at you and waves.

You and Steve had your fair share of run ins even though he graduated last year. Being paired for beer pong a few times at his infamous party’s or even running into him and Robin every now and again at Family Video when the newest movies that you’re dying to see come out. No one would exactly call your relationship together as being friends more of acquaintances if that at all.

You grabbed a water bottle off of your coach before returning to your place in the bleachers the game clock slowly ticking down to the eventual ending. The loud buzzers erupted and cheers echoed through the crowd as you looked to see that Lucas Sinclair had scored the winning basket. The team enveloped Lucas in hugs and shouts of success, the entire student body clapped and yelling loudly as the opposing team bowed their heads in defeat.

After everyone said congratulations and their goodbyes you bobbed and weaved through the large crowd on the floor attempting to find at least one of the cheerleaders to give thank you’s and to wish them a good night but large bodies bumped you in every direction until you got pushed into someone. Turning your body to apologize dread written across your face, “Oh my I am so sorry!”

“Oh no you’re totally fine! Was completely my fault.” A girlish awkward voice sounded off.

“Robin, seriously if there’s anything I can make up for it?” You attempted to plead your case once you realized who it was. “When do you work next I can stop in and bring you and Steve lunch?”

”You don’t have to do that just making sure a pretty girl doesn’t fall. Lik- like in a friendly manner of course. The cheer team would have my head if you got hurt on my watch.” You noticed her trumpet clasped tightly in her hands, her awkwardly babbling out apologies.

“Well I greatly appreciate it Robin. Seriously though maybe we could have a girls day actually get to hang out instead of running into eachother.” You kicked the toe of your shoe off the linoleum flooring.

The crowd still was buzzing around you both until realization set in. “Oh fuck! Sorry but I’m late for something.” You turned to start walking away. “If you see Madeline ask her for my number!” You yelled off behind you Robin just nodded her head as a yeah of saying okay.

”Holy shit.” Robin muttered in awe as she stared after your form pushing and ducking under people’s arms to get through the crowd.

You had safely maneuvered through through the thick crowd and had made it to your locker unscathed, thankfully. Retrieving your book bag you made your way out into the parking lot watching people get into their cars and leaving. You pulled your special lunch box out before tossing your book bag and Pom poms into the passenger seat and slamming the door. You checked over your shoulder before making the trek over to the forest line to the dirt path you know like the back of your hand. This was the perfect time to light one up right after the first winning basket ball game of the season. Pausing on the path you unlatched the box balancing it on your forearm as you grabbed out what you needed and a lighter before flicking open your zippo letting the tip burn bright red before snapping the zippo closed and locking up the box. Holding it back down at your side the cold metal brushed up against your leg as you took slow antagonizing steps.

Eddie almost thought you weren’t going to show, maybe that you had gone off with the two friends of yours or maybe even to a party because who knows what you popular people do. Maybe you didn’t care that McCoy was over charging you, or maybe not even charging you at all after the show he put on at lunch. Maybe you and your friends were at your house having a sleepover, the one you talk about boys and wear little skimpy pajamas and have sexy pillow fights and playing truth or dare where you all end up kissing. God would Eddie love to watch that. Hell he’d be drooling and begging in his knees for front row tickets if you’d let him. No no, she thinks he’s a major creep, number one clown at the fun house circus. Down at capital loser, population one. So much to his surprise you sauntered out from behind the bushes blocking the end of the dirty path almost tripping over a stick that definitely wasn’t there yesterday.

You may or may not have ended up walking super dooper slow so you’d be able to savor your three out of four joints. Pausing a few times to giggle at the trees or missing your step over some loose rocks on the trail. Your eyes locked with Eddie’s, and all of a sudden you could feel your blood pumping the thumping of your heart. But that’s normally how you feel when you get higher than Willie Nelson, and that alone made you giggle just thinking about it. Eddie looked at you confused when you began laughing softly as you made your slow venture over to the table to sit down.

“You look like you’ve been having fun.” Eddie motioned towards you.

“Can’t believe you had a child hand deliver me a note.” You said in an almost matter of fact tone.

”Well hey it worked didn’t it?” He fiddled with one of his bracelets on his wrist.

”Yeah I guess it did. So’d you call me out her to apologize for this morning or are you still thinking with your other head?” Eddie laughed at your question as he shook his head yes.

”Maybe I am, would you like to find out?”

His joking tone helped ease the tension between the two of you. Cleared the air if you will.

“Well I’m waiting Munson.” You laughed. “ I wanna hear you say it.”

”And what are you waiting to to hear.” Confused was all Eddie could muster in his head.

”Say the magic word.” You waved your hands around as if to help him conjure the words.

”Magi- Oh!” It was as if a lightbulb went off above his head. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head with a smile. “ Nope.” You said while popping the p to add emphasis on the word. Again confusion washed across his face as he tried to rack his brain in what exactly you could be attempting to get him to say. He said he was sorry what more could you want him to say?

”Alright, princess I’m sorry.” He felt a blush rush up his neck and across his cheeks ending at the tip of his ears, he couldn’t have been more grateful that his hair is covering them completely.

”Bingo!” You said loudly into the air. “Now was that so hard to say?”

He shook his head, his hair brushing his shoulders. “No, I guess not. But are you gonna help me smoke this or what.” He pulled out a joint from his lunch box and held it in front of you ready for the taking.

You and Eddie lit up and passed it back and forth in conversation, he brought up what happened during lunch and you explained how McCoy had asked you out on a date Friday and Eddie couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his stomach. You had asked about your mom and how she’s been doing, as you haven’t gotten the heart to go visit her yourself. Not after what happened at least, you couldn’t barely stay on the line when she called the house and you inevitably answered the phone thinking that it was one of your friends. Immediately hanging the phone up once she started talking, and you knew it was wrong but so is what she did. You had opened up to Eddie more about your mom tonight than you ever have even to your dad, you had came clean about how she cheated and how you were the one to catch her and how she was doing it for years before anyone had found out. And about how you were the one to eventually tell your dad after the guilt started to eat at you after the first few days of holding that massive secret; and you would never begin to comprehend on why she had done it after she had gotten everything handed to her from your father everything from cars to vacations to extravagant dinners out in Indianapolis.

By now you and Eddie were lounged across the top of the table shoulder to shoulder with both of your feet propped up in the bench seat, looking up at the sky. Laid there in silence just enjoying the comfortable company from one another hearing one another’s breathe in the night’s air, the leather from his jacket brushing up on your arm it making you shiver slightly with how cool it was to the touch. Turning your head to gaze at him fully taking in his features, the slight freckles dusting his face and the way his curls fall. Not realizing you had been just laying there staring at him until you caught his eye and he smiled, the dimples that so wonderfully graced his cheeks, they were adorable.

”Whatcha looking at princess?” His eyes scanned your face for a moment before his gazed landed on your lips. Still a slight shine on them from the lipgloss you had on earlier that you had wiped off before you started smoking together. Even though Eddie had told you that you didn’t have to he didn’t mind it, you did it out of common courtesy.

”Just trying to figure out why I’ve hated you for so long.” Eddie of course laughed out loud at that one. His shoulders shaking from it as he clutched his stomach. His laughter was contagious enough that you had started laughing along with him, although it might have just been the weed making everything so funny to you both. You both had been laying there what felt like hours laughing on and off sharing funny stories until you had both finally calmed down heads turned facing each other, noses almost touching as his breathe fanned your face. You stared into each others eyes before you had glanced down at his lips. You felt as if it was the right thing to do in the moment so you went for it, your hand rested on his cheek as you leaned in the rest of the way as your soft lips landed on his. You didn’t stay there long pulling away after a few seconds went by you opened your eyes to see Eddie’s wide in you didn’t actually know what emotion. You sat up quickly and collected whatever was on the table of yours before throwing it into your lunch box and locked it up tight. Hopping off of the table your sneakers connected with the grass with a small thump.

“Fuck I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. ” Was all you said before you ran away back to your car, Eddie was too shocked to speak to even mutter a word. He sat up and tried to stop you but nothing came out of his mouth, he couldn’t move. Short time had passed where he just sat there before he put his face in his hands and sighed.

“Way to go Eddie.” He muttered into his hands.

As quickly as you pulled into your driveway was just as quick as you got into the house and up to your room, your dad still wasn’t home as you hadn’t seen his car in the driveway when you pulled in. You had kicked your shoes off before flopping onto your bed face into the pillow and let out a small scream kicking your feet into your mattress. “Why in the fuck did you do that!” You screamed into your pillow.

The sound of the phone on your nightstand dragged you out of your pillow, your stomach sunk thinking about what you and Eddie had talked about earlier that night, what if it was your mom? Would you stay on the line would you have anything to say to her? After the thrift ring you picked it up, holding it against your ear you waited for her voice but it didn’t come. This was someone else, was it Eddie? No you don’t remember ever giving it to him. Oh, maybe it was Robin, you had told her to get it from Madeline if she happened to see her.

“He-hello?” You said quietly into the phone but all you could hear was weird static, maybe almost a dinging noise, kind of like an old clock. The ones you would find an old house like your grandma’s house. What really out you on edge is when the dinging started to gradually grow louder. You slammed the phone down on the receiver, and took a large breath to try and calm the nerves that creepy sound just gave you.

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oldermenlvrgrl · 2 years ago

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𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮, to heaven

❝ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲. 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨. 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐣-T. ❞

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“Retiring from writing taboo smut now transitioning into softer themes! Do not fret, smut shall be written but in a more sensible and tame manner.”

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atlantis-just-drowned · 9 months ago

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I'm turning 18 this Friday :3

#not at all saying this to let y'all know that i am craving self-insert fics anf fanarts #which means i won't tell you that my current fandoms are the dcas pluto from nevermore eddie munson and spirou #because why would i tell you that i love hurt/comfort and canon-divergence xreaders right?#that would be reall stupid to tell you such things when i'm clearly not asking you for a fic or a fanart on my birthday #surely i would never tell you to check my best friend's account in my pinned post to ask for more details #anyways my internet friends should clearly not offer me a fanfic or fanart for my birthday #whispers from atlantis

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bingbongsupremacy · 5 months ago

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Surprise Boyfriend

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

Warning: Cursing, mentions that reader is plus size but doesn't emphasises, insecurities

Summary: You're in love with Eddie but he doesn't like you back. Right? You're just friends. That's why it's so surprising when he asks to meet your parents.

*Not Proof Read*

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I’m not sure when things started to change between Eddie and me. We've been friends for a while, hanging out after school, talking about everything from Dungeons & Dragons to heavy metal. We joke around, complain about the crazy world around us, and escape to our own little bubble where things just make sense. But lately? It feels different.

Eddie’s always been a little flirty with me. It's just his nature. He’s got that sarcastic charm that comes with being an all-around badass—a wild, untamed guy that everyone notices. His long, messy hair, the leather jacket he always wears, his constant rock ‘n’ roll vibe, and, of course, the undeniable smirk that’s always on his face. I never really thought much of it. We’re friends. He’s just Eddie being Eddie. But now? I’m starting to wonder if there’s more to it.

The way he looks at me sometimes. The way his arm casually drapes around my shoulders when we sit close. The way he holds my hand, like it’s something natural, like we’ve been doing it forever.

But then I remember—Eddie’s the kind of guy who’s into wild, pretty girls. Not… well, not me. I’m not thin, I’m not what everyone expects. I’ve got extra weight, and I always feel like I’m the last person someone like Eddie would ever want to date. He’s got a reputation to uphold, after all, and I’m just his friend. Nothing more.

It’s a Saturday, and we’re lying on Eddie’s bed again, watching one of those cheesy 80s slasher flicks. We’ve been here for hours, the room filled with the scent of old pizza and the faint smell of smoke from the joint we shared earlier. Eddie’s strumming his guitar quietly in the corner, the soft music blending with the sounds of the TV. He’s so comfortable here, and for the first time in a long while, I feel relaxed too.

"So..." Eddie glances over at me, his eyes mischievous. “When am I gonna meet your parents?”

My heart skips a beat, and I turn to face him, unsure of what he’s getting at. “What?” I ask, the word coming out a little more confused than I intended.

“You know,” he says, still grinning. “I feel like I’ve spent enough time with you, your friends, and your—well, your extended family. What about the folks? When do I get to meet them?”

I blink, unsure if he’s joking or being serious. “Eddie, what the hell? Why would you need to meet my parents?”

He sits up, running a hand through his messy hair, his expression turning slightly more serious, but there’s still a playful edge to it. “Because, Y/N, I’m your boyfriend.”

I laugh a little, but then I catch the look in his eyes. He’s not joking. Or at least, he doesn’t seem to think he’s joking. My breath catches in my throat. “Boyfriend?” I repeat, barely able to hide the confusion in my voice.

Eddie chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Y/N, come on. We’ve been going on dates for months. I even took you to that picnic last weekend, remember? We smoked a little weed, and I bought you dinner afterward. That’s a date, sweetheart. Plus I invite you to my shows and then dinner afterward. I consider that a date.”

I swallow hard. Oh god. I didn’t realize that’s what that was. I thought we were just hanging out, just… being us. I mean, Eddie’s invited people to see his band before, so I just assumed this was another one of those things. He’s always friendly to everyone. And yeah, we’ve shared some quiet moments together, but I never thought it meant what he clearly thinks it does.

“But you invite everyone to your shows, Eddie,” I say, trying to explain myself, my voice trembling a little. “I thought you were just being nice, like you always are. Like, friendly Eddie.”

He narrows his eyes at me, leaning in a little closer. “I’m always nice, sure. But I don't pay for everyone's dinner. Being nice isn't the same thing as asking someone on a date, is it?” He gives me a pointed look, clearly a little frustrated.

I chew on my lip, still unsure of what I’m missing. “I don’t know, Eddie,” I say quietly. “I just thought… we were friends.”

He grins, his usual cocky charm returning. “I thought we were more than that. I mean, come on. We’ve been holding hands, sharing this bed, watching movies together. You’re practically my girlfriend without all the labels.”

I feel a warmth spread across my cheeks as I glance down at my hands. He’s right—we’ve been close. Really close. But I never thought of it in those terms. I’m not used to being the girl who gets that kind of attention. Especially not from someone like Eddie.

“I don’t know what to say,” I whisper. “I didn’t realize you felt that way. I didn’t think you wanted to be with me.”

Eddie gently takes my hand, squeezing it softly. “Why wouldn’t I want to be with you? You’re incredible. You’ve been there for me, Y/N. You come to all my shows, you cheer me on like you’re my biggest fan. You support me—like a girlfriend would. I thought you knew.”

I feel my heart pounding in my chest. Does he really feel that way about me?

The weight of his words settles on me, and I begin to understand. He’s been there for me too, in his own way. He’s always included me, always been there to make me laugh, always made sure I felt important. I start to realize that maybe I’ve been blind to what’s been right in front of me this whole time.

“We’ve been hanging out so much,” I say, a little embarrassed, “I just thought it was normal. I mean, I never thought you were asking me out. I thought you were just… being Eddie.”

Eddie smiles, the tenderness in his eyes making my chest tighten. “I get it,” he says. “But I’ve been asking you out, Y/N. We’ve been going on dates. I don’t do this with anyone else, you know. It’s always been you.”

I nod, trying to process everything. The hand-holding, the moments when he pulls me closer when we’re sitting next to each other, the way he makes sure I’m always part of whatever he’s doing. He’s been showing me, in his own way, that he cares.

“You’re right,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “I just… I didn’t know. I didn’t realize.”

Eddie brushes a lock of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle, and I can’t help but melt into it. “Well, now you do,” he says softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

I smile, feeling something shift between us. Maybe I’ve been blind to it all along. Maybe I was the one who didn’t see what was right there in front of me. But now I do. And somehow, knowing that Eddie really does want to be with me makes everything feel right.

As Eddie leans back, his arm sliding across my shoulders, I feel like maybe—just maybe—I’m finally seeing things clearly. And I can’t help but wonder what the next step for us is.

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