#this is high key a cat and bag situation

[striving-artist]

As much as it drives me crazy that Covid is now just a Thing in the world, it is, and being mad that governments lifted restrictions and requirements makes no sense. If we had mask requirements for endemic diseases - which is what Covid is now - we would permanently have masking and travel restrictions. Whether you personally think we should do that doesn't matter, its not gonna happen. People shout that the government should follow the science. But. The government followed the science, which told them that we lost. We didn't contain it. It's endemic now. People didn't listen and we didn't do enough, and it's here forever now. This is following the science. Sucky outcome? yep. but Covid is not a more special disease than other endemics now. It is not the super top priority now. We have some vax, we know most of how to treat it. Some people still die. Some people have serious effects after recovering. Just like every other endemic virus.

[canthelpit0]

“We’ll figure it out”

Pairing: Inexperienced!Matt x Inexperienced!Reader

Wordcount: 5.9k +

Summary: what happens when you hook up with your long time best friend? Except both of you are virgins.

Warnings: Smut, nasty, language, use of y/n, pet names (pretty boy, sweetheart, pretty girl, etc), reader has a cat named sun, study session, oral m!receiving, brief crying, oral f!receiving, praise kink, fingering, cowgirl, no protection (wrap it up!), she’s not on BC, creampie

(A/N: English is not my first language. So sorry for any mistakes. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy xx)

You have known the triplets since middle school, and you’ve been close to all of them.

Well, especially with Nick.

Everything was fine, you weren’t too popular, but you also weren’t overlooked. you were middle class, not poor but also not rich. You were pretty, but never got too much attention because of it.

Little do you know, but you’re gorgeous. If you wanted to you could easily be one of the popular girls in school. But you didn’t care for it. High school was temporary, and you knew that.

And that’s exactly what Matt admires about you.

Matt is pretty introverted, and especially around freshmen year, you and his brothers would quite literally have to force him to go to school.

Now he was more calm though. Sometimes his anxiety would mess with him, but he overcame it with you and his brother's help.

For the fact that you’ve only known them since middle school, you went over to their house quite a lot. But sometimes they’d come over to yours as well.

Matt was a virgin. Most people would think that. He’s awkward in social situations and pretty shy and introverted before you get to know him.

Though, he’s had a short-term girlfriend before. Wich, at least was something.

You never dated anyone. You never cared to. You’d much rather focus on your friends and school, than some boy.

You were a virgin. It wasn’t like you never watches porn, or were innocent really. You just never got to the point of losing it to someone. Everything you’ve done was by yourself.

Wich would be fine. But you were in senior year now, and the year was almost over. Most people around you had already lost it, and you felt left out.

You were sitting at lunch, listening to Chris drone on and on about some girl he hooked up with. You purse your lips, your apatite disappearing more and more.

Suddenly Chris looks over to you. “Y/n how was your first time?”

You tense up, Taking in a harsh breath.

“Chris! You don’t just ask shit like that” Nick huffs hitting Chris on the arm.

Matt, who was sitting next to you, puts his hand on your thigh in comfort.

You squint your eyes at Chris, judging him. Or at least you try to make it look judgy.

You lean further into Matt’s side. His physical presence was keeping you grounded.

And when matt noticed just that, he takes his hand off of your thigh and instead wrapped it around your waist to pull you even closer.

“That’s none of your business.” You huff staring back at Chris.

But internally you were embarrassed because you were still a virgin.

★ ★ ★

You had planned a sleepover and study night with matt a few days ago. Essentially, he’d come to your house on Friday, and you would study. until you got tired of it and watched a movie or something.

So after school matt drove his brothers home and then drove to your house.

You got out of the car, watching as Matt reached into the backseat to grab his overnight bag.

You couldn’t help but think back to lunch break when Chris had made that comment. Chris was a player, and you knew that.

But everybody around you had lost their v card, and you just felt so left behind.

Matt huffs snapping his fingers in front of your face. You blink. He takes the keys out of your hand, grabbing your forearm to pull you to the door.

“You back with me y/n/n?” Matt ask. He looks over his shoulder as he blindly fiddles with your house keys.

“Yeah, sorry. zoned out.” You answer simply.

Matt chuckles at the flat response. He looks back at the door and finally twists it open. You two both walk in, both of you taking your shoes on.

“Hello, we’re back” Matt says loudly into the room.

You put on your house shoes and so does Matt.

You look over your shoulder at Matt with an amused expression. “Matt they already left” you huff.

“What? I thought they were gonna leave at 4?” He asks, pulling out his phone from his jean's back pocket.

It’s 4.26 pm

“Oh.” He says flatly staring at his screen.

Your parents had driven out for the weekend to your grandparents house. It was a few hours away. You hadn’t wanted to go, because for one you had already made plans for the sleepover with Matt.

And also because you had the test on Monday and you wanted to study the weekend away.

You were probably not going to anyway, but in theory..

“Yeah. oh.” You roll your eyes. Your siblings went with your parents so the house was empty. It’d be the perfect opportunity for a house party.

But you weren’t one to party, and your parents trusted you.

You and Matt walk to your kitchen. Well, it’s just matt trailing behind you.

“You want a drink?” You ask simply while you take out a Pepsi can for yourself and then put it on the counter nearest.

Matt comes up behind you. He looks over your shoulder scanning the contents of the fridge.

“Pepsi please,” he says under his breath.

You take out another can and then proceed to put it next to your can on the counter.

You slam the fridge door shut. You feel Matt turn you around before he’s hugging you. His arms wrap around your waist as he buries his face in your neck.

Matt had always been a big softie. No matter how much he loves to deny it he loves hugs and being all sappy and shit.

His own love language was acts of service though. He’d do anything for someone he likes.

And so if he finds a song that reminds him of you, he’ll tell you. If you are hungry, he’s immediately googling places to eat. If you look slightly sad or upset, even though you just have a resting bitch face, he’s immediately doing something stupid to make you laugh.

You know each other in and out.

He knows you love physical touch. So he’d make it a point to hug you at least once a day.

The day was long and draining. It was a normal boring school day.

His hug is warm, his arms feel firm around you.

And despite not having known him since kindergarten or something, it feels like you’ve known him forever.

You can’t think of any future scenario without him in your life.

“You always smell so good” he mumbles, dramatically nuzzling his face into the side of your neck.

You chuckle at the compliment.

“Come on pretty boy, we gotta study.” You hum slightly pulling away. Matt dramatically groans in response but reluctantly pulls away.

You pick up the two Pepsi cans and start to walk back to the stairs.

Matt grabs both of your school bags and carries them upstairs with him.

Once you’re in your room you pull out your desk chair and sit down.

Matt puts both your backpacks against the wall. He walks towards the bed to sit down when he spots your cat.

“Sunny” he exclaims excitedly. As much as Matt would love to say he’s a dog person. He loves your cat.

She’s and orange Persian cat. Her hair is fluffy and long. She looks like a ball of hair all curled up in your bedsheets like that.

You look over to matt and your bed. You watch as your cat looks up at him and he coos at her. He slowly sits down and starts to pet your cat.

★ ★ ★

By now two hours of studying had passed. You were both now sitting on the floor on your carpet, the study material all sprawled out across from you.

You and Matt were sitting next to each other, your cat still sleeping on your bed.

“Matt I’m bored” you whine loudly. You throw your head back dramatically and groan.

Matt looks over at you watching you as you complain. He looks mildly agitated himself.

Before he can protest and tell you that you two need to continue studying you start to put the pages and books on top of each other.

Once no books and loose papers are sprawled out anymore you sit back again.

“Y/n” he rolls his eyes and you can feel the lecture incoming.

“Matt please, I’m literally about to die of boredom.”

“You’re so dramatic” he scoffs watching you.

And for a moment You two just look at each other. Neither of you say anything. You just stare. Your face relaxes out of the pout. Matt looks over your features like he’s admiring you for the first time. Like you’re a piece of art.

You can feel yourself start to grow hot. The tension in the room skyrockets.

“You’re so pretty you know that,” Matt says under his breath. Matt leans over on his arm leaning closer to you.

Your mind is blank, and you can’t come up with an answer. You just take in the compliment.

“So fucking gorgeous” he sighs and before either of you knew it his lips are on yours.

You freeze for a second your eyes wide. But like it’s an instinct you immediately kiss back.

Matt’s hand finds its way to your jaw holding you in place, while he tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss.

You were sitting Chris-cross while Matt was sitting on his legs, sitting just a bit higher than you.

After a while of just innocently kissing, he pulls away. You two stay close though. His eyes instantly widen as if he knew he fucked up.

“Fuck- I’m sorry” he breaths out, taking his hand from your face.

You sit up. Uncrossing your legs. you shift to sit on them, fully facing a blushing Matt. And you’re sure you have a matching red hue on your cheeks as well.

“No.”

the statement catches Matt off guard. He immediately looks back over at you, confused.

As soon as he looks back over at you, you reconnect your lips with his. He sighs into the kiss. His open mouth grants you the opening you need as you swiftly slip your tongue into his mouth.

You’re a virgin. That doesn’t mean you’re fully inexperienced tho.

You two make out heavily for a while. Making out like you’re trying to feel every part of each other.

Somehow you ended up in a position with you straddling Matt, as he has his legs sprawled out.

You pull away, both of you breathing hard.

“Y/n..” Matt starts his voice shaky.

He averts his eyes, the blush on his cheeks and even deeper red than before.

“I’m a virgin” he admits under his breath.

You thought for sure that Matt wasn’t. You were. But you also never dated anyone. Matt used to have a girlfriend though. But he’d never done it?

“Like fully?” You ask out of curiosity.

But it wasn’t like you wanted to use him. You liked him for being, himself. His presence made you flustered, feeling butterflies in your stomach, and all giddy.

“Yeah” he breaths out. You watch him close his eyes as if willing his embarrassment to leave. “I’ve never, done anything..”

You pause thinking of the best way to reply. “Neither have I.” You say softly, feeling mildly flustered as well. But both of you were inexperienced. You were in the same boat.

He pauses for a second at the reply. It was obvious that he thought you at least had one body. He didn’t think you were a virgin too.

“You… you wanna try?” He questions. Now he looks a lot less embarrassed than he did just a few seconds ago.

You bite the inside of your cheek. “If you want to?”

He pulls you back in for another kiss by the back of your neck. The kiss is shorter and more reassuring.

Matt pulls out of the kiss his hands going to your waist “We can figure it out?” He asks hopefully.

You nod in agreement. You could feel Matt’s bulge through his pants with the way you were sitting. And you could feel yourself aching.

What’s the harm in trying. He’s your best friend after all. Besides you’d finally lose it, and to someone you trust.

You peck his lips briefly before you get up off of his lap.

Matt gets up off of the ground too. You pick up your cat and wake her in the process. She meows at you in annoyance before you chuckle and put her on the ground.

Matt opens the door as Sunny finally but reluctantly leaves the room.

You pull off your shirt tossing it away. Matt turns around to see you sitting on your bed with your top discarded, your bra in full view. His eyes widen.

He licks his lips, his eyes shamelessly tracing your body.

Matt comes to hover over you while you sit there. “You’re such a tease” he chuckles. He leans down to capture your lips in a brief kiss again.

It was like he couldn’t get enough of your lips.

“Get on the ground,” Matt says, his tone more demanding and rough with lust.

You obey. You slide off your bed, getting on your knees on the ground.

Matt tugs his shirt off throwing it off to the side. He unbuckles his belt and undoes the button and zipper on his jeans before finally sliding them off and tossing them away.

You curiously watch. The only men you’d seen in this position were in pornos. This though, was your best friend since middle school.

Sometimes you forgot he was an actual man with a dick and all.

And right now, seeing the imprint of his cock through his boxers felt surreal.

He starts to tug on his boxers. Your eyes go up to meet his. “Ever gotten your dick sucked?” You ask sarcastically to cover up how nervous you are.

“No.” He breaths out. While continuing to look down at you he finally pulls down his boxers. He tosses them away too.

Your eyes trail from his eyes to his lips, over his jawline and his chest, down to his dick. The dick that was rock hard and right in front of your face.

Your eyes widen, as you sit back your hands staying on your knees as you just stare.

His tip was the same red he had on his cheeks, leaking pre cum. He had a vain running up his shaft. You always thought that male body part was rather disgusting looking.

But the way Matt’s looks right now…

You don’t know if it’s just the burning lust running through your body. But you actually really wanted to taste that.

Your hand goes to cup his aching cock. He lets out a sharp sigh at the feeling. You touch it gently. You don’t move your hand and stay careful of your manicured nails.

“I don’t know what I’m doing” you breathe out. While you do, you gently start to move your hand up and down your length slowly jerking him off.

“I don’t either,” he tilts his head forwards closing his eyes for a secound. “Keep going we’ll figure it out,” Matt assures you.

His hand goes to the back of your head. His hand starts to smooth down your hair.

“C’mon baby, don’t be shy” he coos staring down at you. Matt looks down at you like he’s done this a billion times before when he claims he never had.

But you guess one of you at least had to pretend that you were understanding what you’re doing right now.

You lean forward leaving a tender kiss on the tip. You do what you think someone would do in this situation.

The way he shudders at the simple touch though, shows that he is in fact, not experienced.

In hindsight, you don’t know why you thought that he was experienced. You just assumed.

“You think this will fuck up our friendship?” You ask while still slowly jerking him off.

Matt’s breaths are slightly shaky, but he chuckles at the question.

“No. I won’t let it.” He huffs.

“So..” you pause your movements. You glance down at his dick and the way your manicured hand wraps around it. And how huge it looks.

You then look back up at him through your lashes. “How am I supposed to do this?” You ask uncertainly.

“I don’t know.” He pauses to lick his lips. The way you, his best friend, look up at him through your lashes like that, was making him even more aroused.

“Just do what you feel like. But be careful of your teeth.” He says slowly. he wasn’t even sure himself.

You raise your eyebrow at his vague response. Neither of you knew how to do it, so you might as well imitate the porn that you’ve watched.

You drag you tongue up his shaft, keeping your eyes locked on his. When you’re at the tip you lick up all the pre cum leaking. You keep eye contact with matt, and it was driving him crazy.

He lets out shaky breaths. He was clearly enjoying this.

You kiss his tip again, before wrapping your lips around his tip. You slowly swirl your tongue around it trying to see how he’ll react.

You watch him to see if he likes it or not.

“Yeah, like that,” he says under his breath staring down at you.

With his praise and encouragement, you start to take him further down your throat. Slowly and carefully.

Matt whispers praises into the quiet room. All of them go right to your core and boost your ego.

You eventually feel comfortable enough to bob your head. You were jerking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You were bobbing your head at a rhythmic pace and hollowing out your cheeks occasionally.

“I’m close-“ Matt whines. He actually whines.

And that sound. The power you had to make him sound like that was making you feel even more confident.

You don’t slow down your pace. You just keep going.

Until matt puts your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He tugs on it hard, to keep you still. He starts at a gentle but fast pace.

You feel your eyes fog up. The constant hit to the back of your throat makes you gag slightly.

His pace starts to become more and more sloppy as the seconds pass though.

You feel his dick hit the back of your throat before you suddenly feel your mouth be filled.

You feel his sticky load shoot down your throat. He pants, pulling at your hair to pull you off.

You swallowed what you could. But still, you feel a bit of it roll down your chin.

“Sh, sorry no don’t cry.” He immediately panics cupping your face in his hands. He looks down at you, worried. As if he thinks he went too far.

He wipes away the tears. The tears that you hadn’t even noticed had fallen.

Sighing, you can’t help the smile that forms on your face. “I’m okay Matty” you breathe out softly. His facial expression visibly relaxes at the statement.

“I’m sorry if that was too hard”

“It wasn’t, you’re good.” You stand up.

You immediately go to undo your own jeans. You slip out of them, throwing them off to the side.

His eyes roam over your body. The air is thick, both of your bodies pulsing with pure lust and awe.

You watch as his half-hard dick gets hard again.

You chuckle at the reaction. You teasingly take your bra off. And once you unclasp it, it’s Thrown across the room to the rest of your clothes.

His eyes trail your body again. He can’t help himself at the way your boobs look. He’s always admired you from afar. He never thought he’d ever be able to see you like this.

Sure he had imagined you two together like this before, but he never thought he’d actually get to see it. Besides, the real thing, the euphoria, it all felt better than he could’ve ever thought.

“So pretty, baby” he sighs. His hand goes to your chest. you could tell he’d never done this before just by the way he touched you like you were fragile.

But neither of you knowing what you were doing only made this more thrilling.

His hands go to your waist as he pushes you back onto your bed. He hovers over you for a moment, before crashing his lips back onto yours.

You kiss back, but you mostly let him take the lead. After he breaks the kiss, You feel him start to trail his kisses down your jawline and neck, while needing your breast in his hand.

He sits up again putting his other hand on your chest and needing it too, watching the way his hands look wrapped around your tits.

He sighs getting off of you and between your legs.

“Tell me when it feels good, sweetheart, alright?” He hums. He pulls at your panties, taking them off and half-heartedly throwing them away.

His eyes stay locked on your pussy. He admires it, like it’s the first time he’s seen it, which it is.

He puts your legs over his shoulders to give himself a better angle. He uses his middle finger to brush through your folds experimentally, watching you in awe.

You sigh at the contact on your folds. You’ve never been touched there. But Matt’s touch felt so incredibly comforting and good.

Your core was aching, pulsing around nothing. And Matt watched.

After a moment he kissed just above your clit. Kissing a trail down to your clit, before harshly starting to suck on it.

Your moan tears through the room. You were startled by how bold and confident he acted.

He groans into your core at your taste on his tongue. The groan sends pleasure coursing through you and chills down your spine.

“Fuck- matt” you whine. Your thighs clench around his head trying to get him closer. Your hand finds its way to his hair tugging on it slightly.

Your other hand berries in the sheets, trying to find something to hold onto. “God- have you done this before?” You ask rhetorically not expecting an answer.

He licks a stripe up your folds and starts to move his tongue against your sensitive nub. You whine and he chuckles.

“No.” He mumbles against you in answer. You throw your head back in pleasure your eyes briefly closing.

You feel Matt pull at you, tilting his head slightly for a deeper angle.

He was eating you out like you were his last meal. But beyond that also like this would be the only time he got to taste your sweet juices.

“Matt, fuck yeah- just like that.” You keep praising him. You notice how it boosts his confidence and in turn, makes this even more pleasurable for you.

You feel a finger brush at your cunt. Before you feel it slide in. Your hand immediately tugs harder at his hair. Your back arches slightly as you throw your head back in pleasure.

He thrusts his middle finger in and out of your tight cunt. He was turning his hand slightly, twisting it and turning it to get a feel for your body and how you react. And to also make you loosen up a bit.

You whine in discomfort. Matt detaches his lips from your clit still hovering close though.

“You okay sweetheart?” He says lowly under his breath.

Your moaning was loud and echoing through the room.

You sit up in your forearms staring down at him and the way he was fingering you like that. Watching the way his finger disappeared in your tight cunt.

“I’m good”

The words come up a bit slurred. The pleasure of him finger fucking you like that, was making your head feel all fuzzy.

“Never fingered yourself, baby?” He asks teasingly. You watch him and the way he steadies himself on his other arm.

He readjusts his finger, curling it up roughly hitting your sweet spot right on.

The touch sends shivers of pleasure down your spine making you shut your eyes and throw your head back.

“Matt, matt-“ you chant his name like a prayer. It’s the only thing you can think of. Him. And only him. That’s all that’s relevant right now.

He slips his second finger into your soaked core with ease. You barely even notice the second finger added. Until he starts to scissor them apart to stretch your insides even further.

He keeps thrusting his fingers in and out of you harshly. Curling them at just the right spots to make your vision blur.

You lay back down fully, as he is now sitting up more.

“Yeah pretty girl, that feel good?” He asks. Your back arches and your mouth falls open in a silent moan.

He leans up further, your legs fall from his shoulders as he hovers over your lower body. He puts his whole hand on your lower stomach applying gentle pressure on it to keep you down on the bed.

“I’m close-“ you breathe out between loud moans.

“good girl, come for me.” You shudder at the pet name. Your thighs shake slightly at the burning intensity of his gaze and the way his fingers curl at just the right spots.

You squirm under his gaze. And suddenly you feel the intense knot in your stomach snap. You feel him continue to finger fuck you, while your entire body feels burning hot.

You feel so warm and overwhelmed by the euphoria flowing through your veins. It feels better than any high you have ever experienced. Not that you’ve experienced a lot.

Once you ride out your high you breathe hard. Your eyes stay closed as you lay back on your bed.

Matt gently pulls out his fingers, making you whine at the loss of contact.

He lays down on your duvet next to you, turns to his side, and watches you.

You also turn to face him after a moment. You two just look at each other.

Matt looks at you with such intense adoration and love, it’s crazy.

“You actually wanna loose your virginity now?” He asks gently. Ignoring the fact that he was rock-hard.

You two so far had only given each other pleasure, but you hadn’t lost your virginity yet.

“Yes” you breathe out. You feel ready now more than you ever have before. Especially if you get to lose it to matt.

He licks his lips looking over your face.

“I don’t have a condom.” He says simply looking back at you. He knew you weren’t on the pill. He’d be fine doing it some other day.

“That’s fine.” You say though , catching him off guard. How desperate do you have to be to let him raw dog it?

“You’re not on the pill tho?” He questions.

“I’m not” you confirm simply. He raises an eyebrow waiting for further explanation. “You can pull out or something.” You shrug.

“That sounds tacky.” He huffs a laugh at how ridiculous that sounds.

“Doesn’t matter, we’ll deal with that tomorrow morning. Just please fuck me?”

You think he’s going to refuse Until he suddenly pulls you on top of him. You sit on his torso for a moment before you get the memo.

“You want me to ride you?” You ask slowly.

“If you’re not comfortable we can switch?” He offers. But why would you decline to ride him?

You shake your head no, before starting to slide down on his torso feeling his length glide between your soaked folds.

“Can’t be that hard?” You question rather skeptically.

In your opinion matt didn’t seem small. Though you had nothing to compare it to. All the girls in porn seemed to struggle with something that looked as big as Matt.

So either this would be really hard or easy for you. But either way, you wanted to try.

“You’re okay, we’ll go slow” he chuckles at your nervousness but is secretly just as scared. “And I’ll help you.” He assures.

You lift yourself hovering over his crotch area. You take in a harsh breath grabbing his dick and hovering over it.

Matt’s hand goes to it too holding it up. While your hand goes to your cunt as you gently and slowly sink down on it.

You both moan at the contact. Getting in the tip was hard. But once that was in you felt like you could easily slide down the rest of it, not that it wouldn’t hurt.

Matt’s free hand goes to your waist, guiding you like he said he would.

“Doing so good, princess.” You whine at the praise, but ultimately slowly skink down further..

Matt keeps your movements steady as you keep doing your thing. His second hand also goes to your waist using it to steady your movements further.

“Fuck so big.” You moan. Your thighs tense as you pull it out slightly. You could feel the stretch burn.

“It’s okay sweetheart. you only got a couple inches left.” He assures you as he starts guiding you back lower on him. Your cunt was aching around him harshly.

“Fuck-“ you sigh. You can’t help yourself when you take one of his hands from your waist and interlock your hands. You need the moral support.

“Such a good girl,” Matt says as you start to gently bounce on what you have fit so far.

He was occasionally groaning. Your moans filled the room, the air in the room staying hot.

He squeezes your hand. You close your eyes at the mixture of pleasure and pain. When you close your eyes he lets his eyes wander down to where your bodies meet.

He’d never done this and this felt so incredibly good. The sight alone could make him come right then and there.

Matt wasn’t dumb, he knew he had quite the dick. It wasn’t small by any means. And he knew that. It was amusing Watching you struggle with what you had, knowing there were at least still 3 more inches to go.

“You okay?” He asks again just to make sure you are okay.

The pain had subsided and you felt the pleasure. Sure you could take more but you were nervous to. This wasn’t as easy as it looked or as You thought it’d be.

“I’m okay” you sigh. You keep yourself gently and slowly bouncing on the upper half of the length of his cock.

Matt knows you really well. And matt just knows you can take more than that, Despite being a virgin himself. It was just a gut feeling. “Baby, I’m gonna need you to bear with me alright?”

Before you can respond, his hand on your waist tightens, and he squeezes your hand that’s intertwined with his. He rams you down on his dick harshly, making you take it as much as you physically could.

Your legs tense up at the harsh treatment. Your eyes close as a moan is ripped out your lungs. You clench so unbelievably tight around him. And just the sight of himself buried so deep inside of you could have him come at the spot.

He groans at the feeling of it as well. “Good-“ he breathes out. “Such a good girl.”

He keeps his hand intertwined with yours for moral support. His hand trails from your waist over your side soothingly.

You sigh at the feeling of him being completely in you. It’s a foreign feeling. It just feels so full.

“I feel so fucking stuffed” you groan dramatically. You let your head hang forward your mouth open in a silent moan.

“Oh, you’re so gonna be stuffed” he huffs. And somehow, even though pregnancy and birth scares the hell out of you, this type of dirty talk was extremely hot to you.

You huff in response starting to grind into him. You grind on his dick, his Hand on your hips helping you as you slowly try to get used to the size.

You sigh pulling all of your hair back out of your face again. You readjust your legs, taking your hand out of Matt’s. You shift, leaning on your arms to lean back slightly.

You start to carefully ride him your moans and whines still audible. Your head is thrown back in pleasure.

Matt watches the way your body moves in awe. Groaning every so often when you clench around him.

His hand goes to rest over your lower stomach, his thumb goes to rub on your clit gently. “Matt.” You gasp at the sudden added pleasure.

You can’t help yourself when you lean back forward. You just really want to see Matt’s face while you ride him.

“So good for me baby, keep going” he encourages. And with his words, you readjust again now pulling out more and ramming yourself back down.

You feel the knot in your stomach get tighter. You feel really good riding him like this, listening to his mumbles of praise and encouragement.

You continue to bounce on him, now chasing your high. And the harsher you slam yourself down the louder you and matt get. The room is filled with your noises as well as skin clapping loudly, and your lewd wetness.

After a few seconds you feel the knot snap. You lean over him, your arms on either side of his head catching you. Your high feels incredible, the heat washing over you like a wave.

Matt’s hand on your waist gets bruisingly harsh. He holds you in place while he thrusts up into you. You whine at the way he fucks you through your high. He was chasing his own now.

“Where do you want it.” His breath is harsh. He choked out the words in his lust-filled voice. He wasn’t asking, he was demanding to know.

“Inside.” You grit out. You bite your lip harshly, feeling your high subside and overstimulation slowly take over.

Matt grunts an agreement and you feel his thrusts get more sloppy and harsh. Until he gives you one last thrust, finally stopping his movements. He pulls you down to sit on him while spurts of his release shoot up into you.

You were pulsing around him, practically milking him for all he’s got. “Such a good girl” matt breathes out. One of his hands goes to trail over your stomach slightly.

He feels the slight bulge in your stomach from his sheer size.

The idea that this is how you make children is crazy to you. And the fact that you just did that with your best friend.

“How’re you feeling?” He asks softly staring up at you lovingly.

“Warm” you respond truthfully. His sticky seed inside of you makes your core feel all warm, along with the fact that you haven’t gotten off of it yet.

“Do you regret it?” He asks gently. After all, you two were best friends, and he had just lost his virginity to you and also taken yours.

Despite being terrified of the fact that you let him raw dog this, you didn’t regret it. In fact, you felt content, you love matt dearly.

“No” you don’t hesitate. You never realized how much you love Matt. He was just always there with you, he was always your best friend. You couldn’t imagine a future without him.

“You’re paying for the plan b pill tho” you chuckle.

He huffs a laugh. you carefully lift yourself off of him feeling your combined juices leak. You can see Matt watching, his eyes focused on your pussy. Watching the way you’re filled to the brim.

You kneel next to him, as you watch him sit up. “Come on sweetheart let’s get you cleaned up.”

Masterlist

A/N: I know this isn’t the most original idea, but I haven’t read any ffs where both of them are virgins. But if there is one that’s similar to mine, just know it was not intentional. In that case, If someone gives me the @ I can credit them.

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[greyskyflowers]

A idea with a darker approach but...

I'd like to see something about Zoro bringing everyone on the crew a head at some point.

Zoro and Robin have no issue killing. I personally like the idea of them actually enjoying it. I personally feel that every ship and every crew needs a few bloodthirsty people.

Sanji and Franky will do so if absolutely necessary. What qualifies as necessary usually depends on the situation.

Luffy doesn't usually see a point in it, more than willing to beat someone down as many times as it takes for the lesson to sink in, but he has his fair share of blood on his hands.

The other crew members aren't supid, they know all this.

By this point they've all killed someone, on purpose or accident, it's more who stays up with nightmares from it.

Luffy makes them ask for things. Zoro is the same. Asking for someone to die is something you need to be able to give voice to, otherwise you don't want it enough.

He won't go on his own, he needs to hear it, but they've all pulled him aside before and asked, "please." In fear. In hatred. In anguish.

And Zoro hums lowly, and disappears in the shadows.

He still carries the title of hunter and there's a good reason for that.

It never takes him long before he's back, a bloody bag in his hand that drips along the deck but no one says anything. Luffy catches his eye and whatever passes between them stays between them.

He drops it at the feet of whoever asked for it, like a cat bringing their human a mouse.

That's it. There's nothing else to say or do. Zoro said he'd handle it, and he did.

Sometimes the only people who even know who's head is in the bag are Zoro and the person who asked. And probably Luffy, because he always seems to know everything Zoro does, and Robin because thinking she doesn't know would be an insult to her.

The bag gets tossed over the side once confirmed by the person who asked for it.

Franky makes a big show of cleaning up the blood with wails about birds shitting on his ship. He drags Usopp into helping and it doesn't usually take much for chaos to break out.

Chopper follows Zoro around until he finally lets the little doctor causally look him over for anything that may need attention.

Robin smiles at him behind a tea cup and Sanji calls him something insulting as he walks by but a bottle of sake and a snack always find their way over.

Luffy clings to him, as long as he's not hurt, and they speak to each other the way only they do, without words.

Nami quietly drops his debt down a little in her head and Brook plays something soothing.

~

The day will come when Zoro asks them. Not a single one of them will worry about blood on their hands.

~

~

Am I in love with the idea of morally grey strawhats? Yes

Do I think everyone is low-key terrified of the strawhats? Yes

Do I think everyone should be high-key terrified of the strawhats? Yes

[hendersister]

dancing in the dark

summary: you run into steve while he's picking up dustin to drive to the snow ball.

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: dancing in the dark by bruce springsteen

a/n: this is my first ever steve fic! i hope it doesn't suck 🫣

“Mom! Where did you leave the car keys?” 

You walk into the living room to find your mother watching TV. Her new kitten, Tews, sits comfortably on her lap. Christmas music is playing loudly in the background.

It’s a busy night in the Henderson household. Your little brother, Dustin, is getting ready to go to the Snow Ball at Hawkins Middle. He’s a little anxious but you can tell he’s excited. 

While Dustin is at the dance, you plan on going to the movies with a couple of your friends. Your mom is even letting you borrow her car under one condition - you have to pick up Dustin from the Snow Ball. Luckily, you don’t need to worry about giving Dustin a ride to the dance. He’s already got that covered… 

“In my purse,” she answers, nodding to her bag on the coffee table.

“Thanks!” you smile.

You reach for your mom’s purse and pull out her car keys.

“Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!”

Dustin frantically enters the living room in search of something.

“Where did you see it last?” your mom questions Dustin.

“Right here, where I put it,” he tells her.

“What’s in there that’s so important anyway? You look fabulous, baby,” your mom tries.

“Yeah listen to mom, dork! You look great,” you tease your little brother, ruffling his hair.

“Stop!” Dustin shrieks.

Dustin backs away from you and makes a b-line for the kitchen. You head towards the front door. Before walking out, you grab your coat hanging nearby.

“Don’t forget to pick Dusty up on your way home from the movies,” your mom reminds you.

You shrug, nodding your head. As if you needed the reminder. You’ve been looking after your little brother since the day he was born. After your father left, you took on a lot more responsibilities at home. You practically helped raise Dustin. You two are latch key kids. You used to babysit for Dustin everyday while your mom was working late. You and your brother became really close during that time. Sure, you and Dustin bicker occasionally, like all siblings do, but there’s a special bond between you two. 

“When have I ever forgotten to pick him?”

You put on your jacket, then call out to your brother.

“Hey Dustin! I’ll pick you up around ten.”

“Mhmm,” Dustin mumbles.

He’s so focused on looking for whatever he’s looking for, you don’t think he actually comprehend what you just said.

You roll your eyes and open the door.

“Got it!” you hear your little brother announce.

He grabs a paper bag off the kitchen counter. The last thing you see as you walk out the door is Dustin rushing off to his bedroom.

“Later mom! Have fun tonight, Dusty!” 

You close the door behind you on your way out. Just as you step outside, a red BMW pulls up in the driveway. You recognize the car and the driver immediately. It’s Steve Harrington.

You and Steve didn’t really know each other until a few weeks ago. Of course you knew of him, everybody did. He’s one of the most popular guys at Hawkins High. But Steve had no idea who you were. You never had a real conversation with Steve until the world almost came to an end….

It all started when Dustin had inadvertently adopted a creature from another dimension. Your little brother recruited you and Steve to help him handle the situation after the Demodog ate your mom’s cat, Mews. And, much to your surprise, Steve “The Hair'' Harrington actually stepped up to help. Until then, you had thought of him as douchebag King Steve. The experience made you see him in an entirely different light. Outside of school and away from all the petty teen drama, Steve Harrington is a good guy.

Steve bonded with both you and your little brother. What made you really grow to respect Steve was how he became close friends with Dustin. Your brother had been lacking a male role model since your dad left. Now Steve was starting to fill that role in Dustin’s life. You really appreciate Steve for everything he’s done for Dustin.

Steve parks his car right next to your mom’s. You’re walking towards your mom’s car when Steve gets out of his.

“Hey Steve,” you wave politely.

“Hey! Is he almost ready?” Steve asks.

You nod.

“Thanks for giving Dustin a ride. You saved me a trip…”

If Steve wasn’t driving Dustin then your mom probably would’ve made you take him.

“Yeah no problem. I think I’m basically one of his chauffeurs now anyways,” Steve nods.

“Welcome to the club, Harrington! We meet every Thursday to go over the driving schedule,” you joke.

Steve laughs, “Oh really? Well, I’ll make sure to bring the snacks for the next meeting.”

You quietly chuckle. You give Steve a small smile before you continue walking to your mom’s car. When you reach the car, you stop yourself from getting in. You turn back to Steve.

“I, uh, I think it’s really cool that you're driving Dustin to the dance,” you tell him sincerely. 

Steve nods, unsure what to say. You two lock eyes. There’s a spark there. You feel some sort of electricity between you and Steve. You’re having a quiet little moment. Well, at least you think so. You have no idea if Steve feels the same and you’re way too shy to make the first move. 

You take a deep breath and then break the silence.

“You’re a good guy, Steve Harrington.”

Before Steve has a chance to respond, you get in your mom’s car and drive off into the night. Steve watches you go, mentally kicking himself. He wishes he said something. When he was with you, he felt the spark too. But he's still getting over Nancy. Steve is just not ready for you yet. He'll get there... someday.

[authurials]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐄.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 . aemond had never considered how much it meant to you to spend the holidays together

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 . 18+ situations ( MINORS DNI ! ), sexual implications, strong language

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . here is day twelve of my 12 days of house of the dragon celebration! only one day left to go with the finale of my five part aemond miniseries, the language of flowers; as well as a bonus gift i’m excited to share with you all. also, it was brought to my attention that i should possibly considering turning my targayen steel company idea into a series for the entire targaryen family since i also mentioned it in my daemon one shot, tinsel. would anyone be interested in seeing more surrounding the family business i created? let me know your thoughts on that and on this one shot--as always, your support and feedback means so much to me! also, aemond is canonically a cat guy and vhagar would be the chonkiest of chonks--that is all

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 the weight of the bags on your arms as you attempted to unlock the door of your apartment, key stabbing everywhere around the knob but not into the lock; finally, however, you gave a sigh of relief when it finally slid home, turning it just as your phone began to vibrate in your pocket. Cursing, you pushed open the door and stumbled across the marbled flooring in the entrance as you looked for a place to set your items down. Phone still going off, you plopped your purchases unceremoniously down a few feet from the door with a sigh before shoving your hand in your pocket, the newest challenge finding it in the deep fur-lined chasm. Groaning, you finally arrest it from its prison and press accept just before it's surely being forwarded to your voicemail.

“Hello?” You greeted breathlessly, not having had time to really look at the caller ID.

“Took you an awfully long time to answer,” your boyfriend opened with teasingly. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were up to no good….”

“Aemond!” You exclaimed excitedly, face flushed from all the exertion as you stepped over the bags and walked further into the apartment; it was a sleek and expensive modern penthouse with ceiling high wall to wall windows and black accented furniture. “Sorry, I just got back from shopping.”

“How much did you spend this time?” He chuckled.

“Oh hush,” you rolled your eyes. “You know I always help with my part of the credit card bill–not like Mr. Steel Company couldn’t afford it on his own anyways.”

“Fair enough,” he snorted. “I thought you finished your Christmas shopping already, though?”

“I did,” you confirmed, walking into the living room and kneeling in front of the pet crate, “but I still needed to get some stuff for my mom and….you.”

“....you know I don’t like gift giving,” Aemond finally sighed on the other end.

You respond with a sigh of your own, opening the latch of the crate and letting out your boyfriend’s ancient cat, Vhagar, who slipped out with surprise litheness despite her substantial circumference. Smiling, you gave her ashy black fur a stroke before she was toddling off to no doubt find somewhere comfortable to lay for the rest of the day.

“This is gift receiving not giving,” you correct, standing up to your full height.

“Yes, but now that you’ve gotten me something I’m obligated to–” he began.

“You’re not obligated to do anything,” you interject sourly. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do–I know thinking of something to get is just more you have to put on your plate. I got you a gift because I wanted to, not because I expected anything in return; you give me everything I could need or want throughout the year after all, the least I can do is pick up the slack on Christmas.”

Aemond and you had begun seeing each other two years ago when you connected on a sugar baby website; it was one of those high end ones with background checks and lots of red tape to get through before either party could start seeking out their preferred company. You had applied to make a little extra cash during graduate school, the class load not really allowing you the possibility of work hours enough to pay for your shoebox apartment and other necessities; you had gone in initially with the promise that it would only be until you graduated and found steady work. However, it had been nearly six months since your graduation and you had quickly found good money in your dream field; still you found yourself walking through the place you now shared with Aemond to make sure Vhagar had food in her bowl lest she go on the hunt and find it empty. He had officially asked you to move in right after you finished your master’s, no longer having the excuse that you liked the privacy of your own space to study. Every boundary you had ever placed between you and the silver-haired Icarus who’d weaseled his way into your heart was slowly but surely surpassed by his determination to have you completely to himself.

No longer managed by the website you’d first met on, Aemond still served as a sugar daddy of sorts to you, ensuring all your needs were met so that you could pursue your passions. It wasn’t much of a feat for him really considering he had come into his fortune at birth, born into the Targaryen steel dynasty with a silver spoon in his mouth; and he continued to make more and more money as a director on his half-sister’s board–a position he had to fight tooth and nail for against popular belief. From what little you understood about his family–who he tried his hardest to keep you away from as much as possibly–there had been a lot of conflict in the years before you had met him; all you knew was it had been somewhat resolved and now Aemond only talked to his family once in awhile over facetime between infrequent visits. Usually one of those special occasions would be Christmas, but Aemond and you had agreed upon staying home this year for the holidays for a nice and intimate night together.

“While we’re on the subject,” you hummed, grabbing a can of Vhagar’s premium wet food from the designated cabinet full of the stuff, “when are you getting home? It’s almost six and I thought we were going to cook dinner together….”

It left a bad enough taste in your mouth that he had gone into the office at all on Christmas Eve, but you weren’t going to lecture him on having a strong work ethic; it was one of the things you found most attractive about him, but it also came with its downfall as he often picked his work over you.

“That’s why I’m calling,” if you had believed him capable you would have thought your boyfriend sounded nervous. “The reason I had to come into today was that there was an issue with one of our deals in Essos; it fell through after an altercation between Aegon and the negotiator, now Rhaenyra wants me to go and see if I can’t salvage it.”

“Aemond,” you groaned like a petulant child, setting the can of cat food harshly down on the counter, “you promised–”

“I know what I promised,” he cut you off, sounding irritated, “but I also have other responsibilities and can’t always anticipate when something is going to come up at work, you know that.”

“I know that better than anyone,” you assured with a mutter, “doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck when my boyfriend chooses to go off on some impromptu business trip when he promised he’d be home for Christmas.”

“Don’t try and guilt me,” he scolded. “You’re better than that.”

“You know, Aemond,” you laughed with humor, grabbing the can opener, “I don’t think I am. I don’t even think I’m above begging at this point if it means you’ll pick me for once over that fucking job.”

Angrily cutting open the wet food, you walked over to Vhagar’s bowl and grabbed it, taking it over to the sink to be washed as you tucked your phone between your ear and shoulder.

“That’s not far,” Aemond sighed tiredly, as if he was exhausted with your conversation–with your emotions. “I need to work–”

“Not all the damn time,” you snorted, scrubbing the dried pate off the sides of the bejeweled food bowl. “You have plenty of money, Aemond, so it’s obviously not about making more; you just love to get out of shit by using work as an excuse.”

“I’m not trying to get out of anything,” he insisted, “but Rhaenyra is counting on me to fix this mess.”

“It’s Aegon’s mess,” you argued, “so why isn’t he fixing it? Or perhaps your sister could take some initiative since she’s the one who stupidly put him in the liaison position in the first place.”

Drying out the bowl, you set it down and carefully placed the perfect puck of gourmet chicken pate into it before walking it back over to Vhagar’s automatic water dispenser; the old she-cat was waddling in just as you finished placing it down, although deaf for the most part it appeared her nose still worked perfectly.

“You know what, Aemond,” you shake your head as you give the cat some loving strokes, “it’s whatever, do what you gotta do.”

“You’re being childish,” he snapped.

“And you’re being an asshole,” you shot back. “I get it–the holidays don’t mean shit to you but they do to me; it was important that we got to spend them together but apparently what I want isn’t good enough for you so I’m washing my hands of it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He said–you could practically hear him grinding his teeth in frustration.

“It means I’m done giving this situation my energy,” you reply, rubbing a hand over your face as you stand back up. “It’s just a waste of my time and I’d rather not be upset about something I can’t change, especially on Christmas Eve.”

“....so you’re not going to be mad at me if I go to Essos?” He followed up with after a few moments, his voice softening in the face of his unsureness. You knew for all of his confidence, Aemond was still that young boy who so desperately wanted the approval of an emotionally absent father and a mother who coped with her loveless marriage by turning to the Faith; he hated it when you were mad at him, but you couldn’t help but feel frustrated with the situation he had put you in. You had banked all your holiday plans on him being there, turning down your own friends who had invited you to go skiing with them and had already left earlier that week to do so. Your own family was spread out all over and not particularly close, at most usually just opening gifts together over facetime with the customary bottle of wine.

“It wouldn’t do me any good to be mad,” you shake your head with a sigh. “I need to go, Aemond–I got cold stuff that needs to be put away; have a safe trip.”

“I love–” You cut him off by hanging up, knowing it was wrong even as you did it; you did not want his proclamations of love right now, not when you wanted to stew in your anger just a bit longer. Soon enough you’d get over it and probably call him to apologize for being such a bitch, but for now you let it fester as you got to work putting your groceries away.

You had gotten these small whole chickens to roast for dinner, alongside some potatoes, carrots, and asparagus that you planned to simmer alongside them; for dessert you had ordered a chocolate lava cake from Aemond’s favorite restaurant because you were doubtful of your ability to mirror the recipe perfectly. You would at least save the cake for when he returned, but you had no intention of delaying your holiday dinner just because he wasn’t going to be there; making plans inside your head to face time with your mom while you cooked, you finished putting all the food away before beginning to tackle the presents.

For your mom you’d gotten her some of the expensive perfume she liked from the Highgarden collection, as well as a couple of nice sweaters and some of her favorite candies; it would be late getting delivered but she’d already received the painting you’d commissioned from Aemond’s sister Helaena. Much the talented artist, the pale-haired girl had perfectly rendered the likeness of your family onto the canvas using one of the reference pictures you’d given her; knowing your mom loved renaissance style art you’d asked Helaena to pant you as such, thinking it would be a nice centerpiece over your childhood home’s fireplace. Thinking of her reaction when she opened it had your moon lightening as you carried the gifts into the living room to wrap later.

Done eating, Vhagar trailed behind you in curiosity as you returned for the last of the items–Aemonds present; another commission, it was wrapped in a velvety black material as you hoisted it up, not surprised for the first time at its weight. Instead of placing that in the living room, you took it to your shared room and laid it on the bed, deciding to deal with it later before leaving and closing the door behind you.

The rest of the night went without incident, with you ignoring your phone in case Aemond decided to call back as you focused in on cooking dinner and a nice glass of blackberry wine. Your mother having not answered, you settled for putting on a Christmas movie in the living room and setting up your wrapping station as the chicken cooked. Once that was ready, you returned to the kitchen to start on your buttery garlic reduction, and needing your phone for the recipe you took note of the notification as you turned on the screen:

3 missed calls from Aemond.

Hesitating, you decided after a moment to let him sweat it out a little bit longer as you continued on making dinner; you didn’t want to further upset either of you by continuing a conversation where neither was willing to give. You both wanted different outcomes and one of you would be eventually forced to concede for the other, and most likely as always that would end up being you. You knew Aemond’s work was important and it was something he was passionate about, you just wished he was as passionate about spending time with you as he was about putting out the fires his family created for the business. Still, you’d never ask him to dull that passion to satisfy your own wants and needs as that wouldn’t be right, so instead you decided it was best not to revisit the argument and to instead spend this year doing separate things for Christmas. You wanted to cook dinner and wrap your presents and drink copious amounts of wine while watching A Christmas Story; and when all of that was done, you wanted to soak in a warm bath full of an absurd amount of bubbles and then curl up with Vhagar for a good  night’s sleep. The cat in question had been of a particular comfort as she laid constantly near your feet in hopes of catching any scraps you might drop; occasionally you did so on purpose, with a smile on your face as you finished your reduction and moved on to the salad.

It was as you were losing yourself in the chopping of the lettuce that you heard the front door open and slam close, Aemond’s voice following as he called out to you. Stilling, knife still in hand, you turned around to see him striding through the doorway, stopping when he saw you standing there. For a moment, neither of you said anything, you were too stunned and he flushed from what you assumed was the cold winds outside.

“What are you doing here?” You finally find the right thing to ask.

“You weren’t answering my calls,” he frowned, brow furrowed and the hint of a pout on his beautiful lips.

“I didn’t want to,” you answered honestly, turning around to set your knife back on the counter, grabbing clumps of the chopped lettuce and putting them in a glass bowl. “Wouldn’t do me any good.”

“You know I hate it when you do that silent treatment bullshit,” he gritted out; you could feel the heat of his gaze on your back as you occupied yourself with finishing your salad.

“It’s not the silent treatment, Aemond,” you defended. “I’m just not going to waste my time listening to you rationalize why it’s more important to go halfway across the world instead of staying here with me like you promised. All it does is force me to acquiesce to the point and you know I hate when you do that to me; makes me feel like I have no reason to be upset anymore because I ended up ‘agreeing’ with you in the end.”

“Could you at least look at me while we talk?” He bitterly requests.

“You’re the one that interrupted me while I’m in the middle of doing something,” you point out. “I seem to remember you doing about the same thing all those times I came into your study and tried to get you to talk to me about this….and about that.”

“And again, I need to work.” “--work.” You finished together.

“Both of us know we’re far from starving, Aemond,” you roll your eyes, sweeping your arm around the kitchen that had all the latest high tech appliances. “You could’ve afforded not to play the savior one time. It’s not like I ask you to shirk your responsibility for me all the time, but you did promise there would be no work getting in the way of us celebrating this year. And you know, maybe it’s my fault for getting my hopes up this time around, I should’ve known it would get screwed up somehow.”

Silence spread out between as you tossed your salad ingredients in the vinaigrette dressing you’d picked out; Vhagar had long since gotten up from her spot to greet her owner, purring heavily as she rubbed her head on his ankles until he picked her up.

“It’s fine really,” you finally admit truthfully, “or at least it will be. I’ll get over it and we can always celebrate when you get back, it’s not really as big of a deal as either of us are making it out to be.”

“If it matters to you then it’s a big deal,” Aemond insisted quietly–you could hear him moving further into the room until he was standing by your side.

“Your work matters to you too,” you glance over at his face, biting your lip at the contrite look on his face. “I don’t want to make you feel as if you have to choose between it and me, but this one time I really wish you had chosen me.”

Setting your wooden spoons down, you wipe your hands on your apron and step closer to Aemond, his free coming to wrap itself around your waist and pull you against his body. Vhagar lets out a small meow of protest, shifting to be let down to which her owner obliges before lifting that arm to join the other one. You feel the warm press of his lips against your forehead, eyes trained on the tie of his suit as you suck a deep breath in before letting it shudder out of you. Gods, the love you felt for this man was at times overwhelming; he was sexy and aggravating and the most complex person you’d ever dated, and you loved him more than you could ever put into words.

“Aren’t you going to miss your flight?” You hum as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. “Not that I’m not happy you came here first, I just–”

“I told Rhae she’d have to find someone else to fix Aegon’s fuck up this time,” he mumbles against your lips, pressing forward for more kisses. “Told her I already had plans with someone more important….”

His hands lowered down your back and to the swell of your ass, cupping each cheek in his hand as he moved your hips together. Flushing, you stared at him in disbelief, cheeks flush and warm as your hands came up to frame his face silently asking for more kisses.

“I’m sorry,” he groaned into your mouth as he pressed you against the counter. “I wasn’t even thinking about how–fuck–how it was the holidays, I just….I just agreed without a second thought like I always do.”

“I know, I know,” you assured him breathlessly, pressing kisses down the length of his jaw and nuzzling at his neck; you rested your head against his shoulder as you both just held each other for a moment.

“Do you want help finishing dinner?” He rubs your cheeks together, hands moving from your bum to your hips and giving them a squeeze.

Smiling, you nod and press one last kiss to his shoulder before pulling away. Together you are able to finish dinner within the hour–Aemond tending to the garlic butter reduction and the chickens as you finish the salad and other sides. As you work you can’t help but look over at your boyfriend every now and then, appreciating his form as he takes off his dress jacket and rolls up his sleeves. You could see the shifting of veins and muscles as he moved about, causing your mouth to salivate in desire as you licked your suddenly dry lips; pushing the initial desire away, you turn your attention back to plating the lava cake carefully. Getting some chocolate on your thumb, you lifted it to your mouth to lick it off but Aemond’s hand on your wrist stopped you; eyes flicking to his, you watched as he pulled it to his lips and sucked it into his mouth, moaning around the digit as he tasted his favorite flavor of chocolate.

“Aemond,” you said, lips parting on a gasp as you felt his touch all the way between your legs.

“Dessert first?” He smirked, popping your thumb out of his mouth as he traced it along the bottom of his lip. “It is a holiday after all….”

“Dinner will get cold,” you replied stupidly as you let him guide you from the kitchen and down the hall to your room; Vhagar followed after, assuming she was about to get some cuddle time with her parents and she made no secret of her displeasure as Aemond kept her from entering upon the door opening.

“You’ll pay for that later,” you joke, walking into the room ahead of him as he closes the door.

“Good thing I got her her favorite treats for Christmas,” he chuckles.

Before anything can go further, you glance at his present on the bed and still, wondering if you should just give it to him now or wait until tomorrow. Deciding on the former, you pick it up and turn to Aemond who stands there expectantly, already working on the buttons of his shirt until he sees what you’re holding.

“Merry Christmas….Eve,” you say bashfully, smile on your face as you hold out the gift.

“Can’t we–” he begins, wanting to wait until after but he stills when he sees the expectant look on his face before he gives you a crooked smile, taking it from your hands. You both sit on the edge of the bed as he undoes the ties of the velvet bag, embroidered beautifully in gold letters with the name of the man who’d made it for you. Once the bag was pulled away the hand-crafted leather scabbard was revealed as was the hilt, a perfect replica of the sword Aemond always showed you in the picture of his ancestors throughout the years. “You didn’t….gods, you did–”

“Since I couldn’t give you the real thing I had it made,” you smiled. “It’s only decorative of course but–”

“It’s perfect,” he spoke softly, still too stunned as he refused to look away from the sword in his laps; his hands wrapped around the hilt as he pulled Blackfyre from the sheath, the metal sleek and polished to perfection. For it to arrive in time for Christmas you had had to order nearly a year in advance, in constant contact with the practicing blacksmith you’d commission just to ensure all the details came out right. “Gods, I have no words….

You smile, knowing you had made the right choice in giving the man who had everything he could possibly need the one thing he really wanted.

“Aegon’s going to be so jealous,” he surprises you by following up with, causing you both to laugh.

“Merry Christmas, Aemond,” you hum, bumping your shoulders together before resting your head upon his.

“Merry Christmas,” he hummed, one hand gripping the hilt of his sword as his other rested against your hip with a gentle squeeze.

[uselesssomebody]

𝕍𝕀𝕀: 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 (nsfw version) (high school sweethearts | eddie munson x reader)

complete masterlist | stranger things masterlist | eddie munson masterlist

words || 𝟟.𝟟𝕜

summary || in which dustin helps the reader rethink her relationship with eddie

series masterlist || high school sweethearts 

a/n || part seven, i'll let it speak for itself ➵ there is smut in this, making in 18+ content. please do NOT interact if you are under 18 (here's the sfw version for under 18s or those uninterested in smut) ➵ not yet betad ➵ part of miniseries; check the masterlist ^! ➵ send me requests if you have ���em. enjoy!

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warnings || angst/fluff/smut (trifecta, baby!) ➵ abuse of parental power (?)smut warnings: ➵ porn with so much plot ➵ inexperienced!reader x sexgod!supernice!eddie (therefore kinda ooc eddie) ➵ consent checks (like every other word) ➵ marking/biting/scratching ➵ fingering/pussy eating ➵ piv protected sex ➵ wee bit of praise kink? maybe?

she’s not really sure where to go. she looks over her options, wondering if the best place to go knocking would be family video, robin’s place, or any other public building. she’s not really sure what she’s meant to do now—the net of security (only in the legal sense) that her parents provided her something she could not fully understand the importance of. 

she didn’t want to explain her situation to someone like robin, or steve—knowing that, although she loved them, she wasn’t exactly sure they’d understand. 

she found herself walking a little aimlessly, and she’d followed the road to another neighborhood. it was familiar—of course it was—and, without a concrete reason as to why she was doing so, she walked up the steps to the henderson’s house. she hesitates to knock, but a reason to falls into her lap when she sees tews trying to stumble onto the road. as much as she loved the furry thing, it always had been a little bit of an idiot when it came to situational awareness. although the road’s empty, she wastes no time in scooping the furball into her arms, uncaring of the hair it was shedding all over her dress.

balancing the cat in one hand—a struggle, as it was a little heavy—she used the other to knock on the door. after a moment, it opens to the inquisitive face of mrs. henderson, obviously curious as to who was knocking at her door. recognizing her, the older woman smiles widely, before noticing tews in her lap.

“oh! thank you! where’d you go, tews? what’ve you been up to?” she scoops the cat out of her arms, rubbing its nose as she asked it the questions, with tews’ face betraying a semblance of understanding and light noise emitting from it, as if it wanted to respond. setting it down, mrs. henderson brushes her clothes, before stepping aside and nudging her inside. she’s grateful for the gesture, and—as she places her things away—the older woman is quick to produce a slice of key-lime pie, “sorry, honey, dusty’s not home right now.” she takes the pie with a small thanks, taking a bite. it’s fantastic—as it always is, but she’s quick to shake her head.

“no—um, i mean, i’m not really here to speak to dustin.” mrs. henderson’s smile drops just a little, betraying her confusion, and she clears her throat, avoiding looking at her, “um—do you mind if i speak to you?”

it’d been easier than she thought—detailing her plight over the last few months. she’d never really seen mrs. henderson so somber, pressing a hand over hers as she observantly listened to her story. 

it depressed the mother beyond belief—unable to comprehend parenting a child that you didn’t love with all your heart. she imagined if her son had ever been in the young girl’s position, and it made her shiver. the woman glanced back at the bag she was carrying, knowing the question on the tip of her tongue that the girl was just too worried to ask. 

having already burdened so much onto mrs. henderson, she finds herself unable ask the woman to carry her woes any farther. it had been a stupid idea—seeing if she could live with the hendersons until she figured everything out—but she was still grateful that she had come, finding it extremely therapeutic to bare her thoughts so blatantly. she looked at the floor as she finished her story, unsure of how mrs. henderson would feel with the impromptu trama-dumping.

the older woman shifted in her seat, moving forward and lightly placing her arms around her. she smelled strongly of the key-lime pie that she baked, and she felt warm and soft—safe and homely. she sinks into her hug, unable to stop the gush of small tears from the corners of her eyes. as mrs. henderson pulls away, she finds a deep sadness encase her at seeing the young girl’s reaction to such a simple expression of love. she smiled kindly, lightly patting at her cheeks to wipe away her tears. 

“stay with us if you need to, honey.” she’s earnest, her tone making it seem almost as though it were a request, as she gestured to the bags that the young girl was carrying.

she’s shocked by mrs. henderson’s forwardness, and—almost instinctively—shakes her head.

“no—no, you’ve already done so much. it wouldn’t be fair for you or dustin-” she’s cut off by a dismissive wave from the older woman, a small smile present on her lips.

“oh, hon, dustin talks about you all the time whenever you tutor him. he adores you, tews adores you, and i adore you—none of us mind.” she swallows deeply, still a little unsure. though, remembering the warmth of her hug, she realizes she’d want nothing more. 

dustin was—as she already knew—shockingly mature for his age, immediately understanding and embracing their situation after he’d come home from hanging out with steve and robin. he was quick to show her the ropes of the house—warning her of the sink only spewing hot water until noon, and the tendency of the refrigerator to leak occasionally. she’d been as big of a help as she could be, flitting between tending to tews—a shockingly needy cat—helping mrs. henderson around the house, or helping dustin with his homework. 

dustin—the sweetheart—had offered his room to her on multiple occasions, but she’d been quick to shut down that idea quickly, absolutely against him giving up any more for her. in turn, she made him promise not to say anything about where she was and what was going on to anyone. well, truly, it was only eddie who she didn’t want to deal with, but she knew that telling any of the others would simply lead to the information getting back to him. dustin had contested the request, immediately warning her of his inability to lie effectively. she smiled at him, finding the quality endearing, before she simply told him to try. begrudgingly, he agreed. 

she’d phoned into the school’s receptionist, letting them know that she’d come down with something serious, and that her attendance would not be recorded for the next few days. she wasn’t ready to go back, as she knew that the added stress would do nothing but hurt her.

that monday afternoon, dustin came back home with a supremely worried robin at his heels, and she looks at the blonde and brunet, appalled at the fact that he truly couldn’t lie.

“you told her?”

“she interrogated me!” dustin looked every bit as upset as her that the information had slipped, but robin’s moving too fast, walking up to her with concern plastered on her face.

“you okay?” robin asks it in a quiet voice, and her annoyance softens at her friend’s worry. she nods—letting her know she was okay. the blonde pulled her into a hug, hoping it could provide her some semblance of comfort.

“don’t tell eddie.” she whispered, and robin looked at her with wide eyes. 

“did you guys-?” she’s shocked—she remembered that the pair had been acting stand-offish, but she couldn’t fathom the possibility of it becoming something serious. as a response, she just nods, swallowing thickly to stop the memories from that night overwhelming her. dustin eases robin aside, worried by his friend’s expression.

“is everything okay?” she’d conveniently missed that part of the story, and she signaled for robin not to mention it behind dustin’s back.

“i—i’m fine dustin.” she gives him a unconvincing smile.

“oh.” he tries not to make his confusion evident, not wanting her to feel more stressed. robin’s quick to change the subject, diverting her attention to the homework from that day that the blonde had been kind enough to pick up for her.

it had become routine over the past week—dustin going off to school, her spending the day doing schoolwork or helping around the house, before dustin would come back with her homework or with robin in tow, her maintaining their company until robin would leave for a shift. 

thus, when someone was knocking in the middle of the morning on that friday, she’s quite shocked, yelling to mrs. henderson that she was going to open it.

she’s greeted by the shiny badge of a mustached deputy, a cigarette hanging from his lip. immediately, he said her name, and she looked at him quizzically.

“yes, that’s me. can i help you?” he sighed deeply, obviously unhappy with his job, before he flicked the cigarette, stomping it out with his food.

“your parents have filed a missing persons’ case.” she’s aghast by the revelation—unbelieving in the idea of her parents going to the police over a decision she’d made, while also not very shocked.

“i—uhm, i’m right here, sir.” he gives her a weak smile—one that says of course you are. 

“alright, then should this be registered as a runaway case instead?” he’d seen it often—parents filing missing persons’ cases when, really, their child had run away. it was a waste of time to return them to their parents—as many of them would just try over and over again. though, considering the legal inability for the minors to live alone, it was a necessary evil.

“i’m not a runaway. i’ve moved out.” she says it with a strong tone, enjoying the heaviness of it, “sir, i’m 18. i have the right to leave my parents’ house.” upon that revelation, the officer scoffs, turning on his heel and walking away faster than she could say goodbye. 

“alright—have a nice life!” it’s so nonchalant—but so earnest—that it makes her laugh, waving him off with a loud i will!

mrs. henderson, who had been tending to tews’ bed, had finally come in, wondering what had happened. 

“nothing important, no need to worry.” it’s vague, but mrs.henderson smiles, taking it at face value, before inquiring if she could check on the mutton stew that the woman was making. 

with every passing day, dustin was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her situation a secret. after an unfortunate situation on wednesday, eddie had been practically non-stop hounding the freshman with questions.

it had started when mike had innocently asked where she’d been for the past few days.

“oh, she’s just not feeling well.” dustin lets it slip, happy he was sticking to the story she gave him, before eddie had inquired how exactly the freshman knew that, “oh—uh, i had to drop off some books for her.” it was a nice save—you’re on a roll, henderson—and everyone else slips back into normal conversation. eddie’s eyes narrowed, fixated on dustin. 

later, when dustin had requested a ride to the family video from the senior, the topic came back up.

“i swung by her place the other day. i’m pretty sure that she’s not there.” he hadn’t really walked in, knowing her father might actually shoot him should he try to, but that doesn’t stop him from recognizing the general silence in the house. her father was probably at work, her mother was out running an errand yet, still, her sick, bed-ridden self was nowhere to be noticed. 

dustin clams up, fully unsure how to answer that.

“i’m—uh, i’m not sure. she told me she’s been going on walks recently, so maybe that’s why she wasn’t home. you know how healthy walks are? they can make-” eddie drowned out the freshman’s words, but duly noted the action as dustin nervously rambled about the health benefits of walks. by this point, eddie knew that his good friend had a terrible tendency to ramble whenever he lied, so he was instead focused on a much more pertinent question. 

why did he lie?

dustin, after that atrocious performance, had made it home later that evening and made a beeline to her. 

“will you please tell eddie what’s going on? he’s started guessing and it’s getting really hard to lie to him.” she’d been reading a book when he’d greeted her with the barrage of words, and she looks up at—lightly shocked.

“what?”

“eddie—he’s starting to catch on that you’re not at home, and that you’re not sick.” she swallows thickly. 

“dustin, i—i’m not ready for something like that. i—uhm, i can’t just tell him.” she’s not sure how to defend herself without simply telling dustin. 

“oh, come on. you two did everything together—the guy put you over hellfire! our last campaign was painfully short and—honestly—really shit, but none of had the heart to complain, because we knew that eddie was too focused on you!” she blinks in surprise, having never heard about something like this from the others. hellfire was eddie’s life, his utmost priority, and she can’t fathom a thing that dustin’s saying, “i’ve—look, i’ve known eddie for a while, and i’ve never seen him care about anything like i’ve seen him care about you. you shouldn’t be worried about what he’ll think—all he wants is to make sure you’re alright.” she doesn’t respond, and dustin, unsure of what else to say, smiles reassuringly at her. giving her her space, he mumbles about finishing latin homework, leaving for his room.

her eyes drift back to her book, but she’s not really reading any of it. instead, she’s thinking over dustin’s words, contemplating his plea, and imagining its outcome. it festers in her reaching a resolve, knowing that what had happened between the both of them that night needed to be fully ironed out. if that meant revisiting those horrid feelings again, she figured she’d simply have to make that sacrifice. 

it’s evening by the time she leaves the henderson residence. she’s told mrs. henderson she’s going to see a friend, and dustin had accompanied her out, on his way to meet up with lucas. they don’t speak much, but they don’t have to—dustin knows what she’s going to do. 

she’s donning just a sweater to keep her warm—along with her crippling worry, making her sweat paradoxically in the cold weather. the sunlight and heat had really started coming out in the mornings, but the evenings and nights remained winter-y in nature. 

the bus drops her off just a few minutes from the trailer park, and she’s reminded of leaving his house that night by the dim streetlights on the road. it makes her throat dry. 

at least his van’s out front, and she hopes mr. munson isn’t home, worrying that his presence would make this more awkward than she was already sure it would be. 

she raps lightly on the door, still hesitant—even when committing to the action. god, she’s worried—but she’d already come this far, right?

[ “ 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥? 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟' ” ]

when he opens it, she can see the crush in his spirit, marked by the eye bags under his eyes and his more-matted-than-usual hair. for a moment, he looks at her through tired, half-lidded eyes. he’s not sure if what he’s seeing is real, taking a moment to process it.  

then, without a second thought, he’s scooping her into his arms. he presses her as closely to him as possible without actually passing through her, relishing in being able to feel her against him again. 

“princess—what happened? are you alright? god, i’m so sorry, i should have never said anything—i should have never acted like that-” his apologies are drowned out by the sound of her thudding heart, as her eyes prickle in the knowledge that he—just as dustin had said—truly still cared for her. upon feeling her tears against his back, the liquid evident on the material of his shirt, he immediately looks at her, dismay evident in his doe eyes, “no, god, princess, please don’t cry—i can’t see you cry-” 

the overwhelming emotion makes her stammer through her words, and he lightly runs a hand through her hair as she tries to tell him something she should have weeks ago.

“i—i, eddie—i’m in love with you.” her tears are still streaming a little, and she looks at him with glossy, wet eyes. he’s taken aback, and searches her face for even the slightest hint of uncertainty. he doesn’t find any. taking his silence to mean the worst, she turns away, unable to bear his impending rejection, chastising herself for her stupidity, her arrogance, her impulse-

“i love you, too,” he pauses, sighing deeply as she turns back to him in shock, “i have since—uhm, since you kissed me.” the memory made her tear-stricken face crack into a smile, and he smiles along with her. she clutches at the back of his neck, pulling him in until their foreheads were touching.

“why -” she doesn’t want to revisit the night of their fight, but she can’t help but feel severely confused by his change of heart, “why didn’t you tell me that day?” he sighed, his breath fanning over her face. it made goosebumps flit over her arms.

“you-”

“and don’t say that i won’t understand.” he smiles, but it’s almost pained. 

“i didn’t think that i deserved you.” his voice is so quiet, it’s like he’d hoped she wouldn’t hear him. immediately, her confusion plasters on her face, pulling away in order to properly see his. 

“deserve me?” her voice was incredulous, unable to believe what she was hearing. eddie removes his arms from her waist, letting them flop rather defeatedly to his sides. 

“come on, princess. you know that this isn’t the life you’re meant to have.” he gestured to the walls of the room—the room she’d grown to love and consider a home, “you deserve someone who can give you the world.” and i can’t. it’s the unspoken truth he’d never failed to convince himself of, unable to look at her in the worry that her face was pitiful or—worse—contorted in realization. he felt her hands detach from his neck, and his breath stops—truly believing the latter was true, and that she was now realizing she shouldn’t have come back to him. 

instead, though, he feels her grasp at his hands, bringing them up to rest on her hips once more. as her touched her, he looked up, seeing the soft smile on her face. 

“eddie—you already have.” she means it. the books he’d introduced her to, the friends that he’d helped her make, the things he’d taught her—they were all her world. knowing him so innately—his hobbies, his personality, his touch—was her world. he looked unconvinced, shaking his head. 

“princess-”

“i ran away from my parents,” she interrupts him. it takes him a moment to process it, before his mouth hangs open in shock. there’s a joy in his eyes that she can’t miss, though, “and if i’d never met you, i’d still be stuck in that fucking hellhole.” his face hardens a little, not wanting to play into this when he knew it was still fruitless, “ed, please. you think i deserve you? you think i deserve your passion, your intelligence—your love?” he blinks up at her.

“i don’t-”

“people love you, ed. i love you—and i didn’t deserve yours, but you still gave it to me.” he goes to protest—for the umpteenth time, so she stopped him, leaning down to catch his lips with hers. 

he can feel the dampness of her cheeks pressing against his. he doesn’t notice, though, far too enamored by the feel of her soft lips, the desperation in their actions and the need to fix every single mistake he made with that one kiss. his hands wrap around her waist, pulling her into him as closely as he can, and she cradles his neck in her hands.

she tastes like the saltiness of her cheeks, but also like homemade apple pie and just the lightest hint of a minty toothpaste. the taste of cigarettes is unmissable on his tongue—but she likes it a lot more than she probably should have, finding it almost addictive. maybe that was just him, though.

even when their lips finally separate, he can’t find it in himself to move away, nor can she fathom being any farther from him. that was the sense in which, she supposed, he was addictive—finding the withdrawal of him leaving her empty and without a true joy. 

with him back in her arms, it had reignited. 

“i’m so, so sorry, princess. i never should have shouted at you, i never should have let you leave.” the whisper tickles her skin, and she smiles softly. 

“you got your—your second chance, munson.” she says it cheekily, hiccuping mid-way through the sentence—and it makes him smile. she’s right, and the realization of the concept sparks him with a new thought.

he wasn’t letting her go anytime soon. 

[ “ 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖? 𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕕𝕚𝕖 ” ]

his lips pushed against hers again - wanting to relive that taste - as his hands had begun wandering, one of them weaving lightly through her hair, while the other pulled her further into him. a small squeak emitted from her, and it made him smile, detaching from her and ghosting his nose over her jaw. 

“ed?” it’s a breathless whisper, as she’s not wholly sure as to what he’s doing. he halts immediately, looking up at her from her jaw. 

“do you want to? ‘cause i’ll stop if not, but…” he trails off, not wanting to - in any way - pressure her. her eyes - fuck, her eyes - were confused, but intrigued.

“want to? want to what?” her voice is still soft, and he exhales a laugh across her skin, ever-so-slightly lowering his hands to just below her hips in order to give her her answer. realization flashes over her face, and it makes her gasp. it’s cute. 

“do you want to-?” she’s nodding before he’d even finished his sentence, with an enthusiasm that surprised him, as he placed another kiss next to her ear, “words, princess.” she almost chokes at his tone - his voice having had dropped to a lower baritone that made her squirm.

“yes! god, please.” he finds the plea cute, indulging her as he placed chaste kisses across her jaw, and her neck, and ending near her collarbone. her hands are in his hair, the  occasional scratch of nails against his scalp making him hum in content. 

as he nears the neck-line of her sweater, he lightly toys with the hem of the top. placing one last kiss on her neck, he pulls away, making her let out the ghost of a whine. it makes him laugh, and he can practically feel her cheeks flush. 

“wanna take this off for me?” for a moment, she stills - she wanted this really fucking bad, but that didn’t stop her inexperience from hindering her. practically no one had ever seen her bare chest, and she wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about it being her first time. immediately picking up on her hesitance, he gingerly places his hands over hers, smiling reassuringly, “don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, princess.”

his worry for her comfort makes her melt and - she quickly realizes - should anyone account for and respect her inexperience, it would be him. 

“i want to, ed.” his grin widens - becoming something just the slightest bit more cocky, but it’s replaced by a look of lust - darkened eyes and light inhales - as she pulls the heavy sweater off of her frame. 

god, she’s gorgeous - the notion’s the only thing that’s running through his head. his eyes - as respectful as he’s trying to be - are pulled right to her breasts, and he’s absolutely itching to continue. 

“can i-?”

“please.” as much as he wanted to touch her, she needed to be touched, the growing heat in her stomach quelling ever so slightly as his hands reach her midriff, tentatively working up to her covered breasts. his mouth finds her clavicle, laving at her skin and dragging his tongue down.

he’s moving slowly, too slowly, and she finds herself fidgeting as he neglects her breasts.

“everything alright, princess?” she knows - she fucking knows - that he’s teasing her, but the innocence in his eyes allows him to get away with it. 

“eddie - fuck!” it starts as her saying his name warningly, but it morphs into a moan when his hand pulls her bra up, the other lightly pulling at her exposed nipple. to avoid her discomfort, he makes quick work of her bra clasps, letting the material fall in between them before she’s quick to toss it to the side. without warning, he latches his mouth back onto her, grazing his teeth on the skin over her nipple. 

the slight roughness of the action - compared to his softer kisses - make her knees buckle a little. he laughs at her plight, making her scoff playfully. his mouth still on her chest, he guides her - pushing her back until she falls rather unceremoniously onto his bed. his hands push her hips down to ground her, leaning over her and pressing a small kiss to her breathless lips, working down towards her chest again. 

he’s unashamed in his rougher tendency, sucking and biting on her soft skin - truly in the hopes of leaving some things to remind her of the moment. his eyes never stray from hers, hawkishly ensuring there wasn’t a shred of uncertainty or discomfort on her face. of course, he wasn’t finding any, so he was treated to the way her pretty mouth fell open in small moans. 

his rings are cold against her flesh, and the brush of them as he tweaks at her nipples make her gasp and shiver - in the best possible ways. the conflicting temperatures: his warm mouth and hands as compared to the cold metal, leave her feeling a little overwhelmed, unsure of which feeling to focus on. she doesn’t have to make a decision, though, allowing her to enjoy both. 

he’d reached the skin between her navel and her breasts, dragging his tongue - fuck, his tongue - back up, finally reaching her lips once more and planting a bruising kiss onto them. her lips gnash a little against her teeth, and she opens her mouth a crack - with the only intention being to relieve that pressure. she’s shocked, then, when he slips his tongue into her mouth, pushing against her own limp one in exploration. she’s not really sure how to respond, so she pushes back tentatively, making the ghost of a groan escape him. 

her excitement renewed, she pulls herself up a little. eddie’s still standing, and she was itching to similarly see him without the black cloth - metallica prominently scrawled on it. her hands graze his upper thigh, making him tense, as she reaches for the hem of his shirt. she hesitates - asking him if he’s okay, and he grins at her confidence. 

“you wanna take it off?” it’s similar to the question he’d asked earlier, and she nods, slowly pushing the fabric up and off of him. her nails lightly graze his torso in the process, and it makes goosebumps alight across him middle. she flings the shirt as far to the other side of the room as possible, as if the material had burned her, and she brings her eyes up to flit over his chest. 

she’s not particularly focused on his physique, though, much more entranced by his tattoos. they were scattered over his chest - with different meanings and styles. next time, she’d make him explain all of them to her, but right now, she settled for pulling him down alongside her. her lips slowly reached his collarbone, and moved down his torso, placing them gently on each one. the one of the bats - the ozzy reference - was the one she’d lightly nipped at with her teeth, making him grunt and exhale lowly.

“was that good?” she knows it was, but she can’t help but need him to confirm it. he looked down at her with glazed eyes, breathless, before a hint of a smirk graced his lips.

“fuckin’ christ - princess, you’re perfect.” the praise makes her buck her hips up lightly, unintentionally grinding against his hard cock. the feel of it makes her gasp in shock, and it makes him let out a strained laugh, “not, fuck-” she did it again, and it made him choke, “not yet princess.” she’s a little confused, unsure of what they’d do, then. luckily, he’s quick to answer that question, sitting up on his haunches, softly separating her legs until they were on either side of him. his fingers deftly unbutton her jeans, and he takes a moment to check that he was in the clear. her nod - her curious eyes tracing his hands - convinces him to begin tugging her pants down, urging her to push her ass up in order to pull them off. when he finally slides them off, he takes her ankle in his hand, placing a light kiss to the skin right above her bone, and the intimacy in his soft lips - and the way his eyes meet hers, holding her gaze - makes her shiver, needing him closer to her. he doesn’t oblige her just yet.

his fingers graze the soft skin of her inner thigh, making her squirm as he neared the only clothing she had left - the gray panties she was wearing making her just a little self conscious. they’re not a pretty pair, and she feels almost as though she’s let him down, but he exonerates that view when his fingers press lightly against her cunt, slick through the fabric. she’d never had any stimulation like this, and it makes her moan - louder than she had before. she’s suddenly grateful for the general sound-proofing of his room, her head alight with the thought of a neighbour possibly hearing them. the sound excites him, as he continues an almost absentminded tracing of her underwear. 

truly, though, his eyes are fixated on the little bit of skin he had yet to properly appreciate, breathing heavily as he listened to her moans and felt her wetness. he’d begun palming his cock through his jeans without even realizing it, moving both his hands at the same, slow pace. 

it’s torturous for her - he knows, because it’s similarly torturous for him, but he wants her to acknowledge it. sure, it’s selfish - maybe even a little mean, considering how shy she seemed - but he didn’t really care. he looked down at her, half-lidded eyes waiting for her to beg him. 

“eddie! fuck, ed, please?” she’s so fucking cute, not even really knowing what she’s begging for, and it makes him bite his lip. he places his thumb lightly against the fabric at her clit, and the concentrated action makes her squeal in shock and pleasure, shifting back a bit on the bed to escape the overstimulation. though he does move his hand away, it’s only to grab at her hips and pull her back towards him.

“where’re you going, huh?” he’s got a smirk on his face, appreciating her already fucked-out demeanor. taking a little pity on her, he leaned forward, kissing her neck lightly. his hands return to their place on the soaked cloth, teasingly tugging them downwards, “d’ya want me to touch you?”

“yes, ed, please - fuck, please touch me-” her begging awakens something in him, hastily making work of her underwear and discarding of the ruined cloth. he can practically feel the heat of her core against him, his stomach burning up. he rips his eyes from her pretty face, slowly looking down at her cunt. 

it’s so fucking wet; her panties had not done the slick any justice, and he lets out a low whistle at its glimmer in the low light. he traces his hand down her stomach, making her gasp, before stopping right above her clit. she lets out a cry, a squeak just begging him to touch her where she needed it. he presses the lightest of touches against her clit, making her shudder violently, before toying with the wetness of her slit. 

“fuck me, princess - all this for me?” he’s still hypnotized by her body’s reaction to him, further cementing his love for her and - in his mind - her confessed love for him. she nods - almost meekly, not really looking at him - so he lightly grasps her chin, redirecting her gaze to his, “words.”

“mhm, eddie, s’all yours.” he groans at the admission, unable to stop himself from immediately stooping to the ground, pulling her to the edge of the bed so that he’s eye-level with her cunt. she gasps in shock at the manhandling, looking down at him with wide, confused eyes as she wonders why he’d moved. 

“lemme have a taste?” he’s moved just an inch closer, and it means his warm breath is fanning over her soaked cunt. somehow, her eyes manage to widen further, unbelieving in the notion that this was something people actually did. 

“eddie, are you sure?” he’s not even looking at her anymore, his gaze wholly and hungrily fixated on her cunt. 

“can i?” she still a little unsure if he was serious, but figured he would have told her if he wasn’t, so she mumbles an ashamed agreement. 

the shame floats off her body as his mouth makes contact with her skin, a long, languid swipe of his tongue running from the bottom to the top of her slit. the action’s shocking, and unlike anything she’d ever felt before, making her head dig backwards into the mattress, one arm clutching at the plush cushion and the other pulling at his hair. the scratch on his scalp and the sting of the pull makes him moan, lowering his head for another taste. 

fuck, she’s so sweet - like a fucking peach - and it’s like heaven on his tongue. he can’t bear stopping now, eating her out like a starving man. he runs his tongue up her slit a few more times, before teasingly circling her clit, making her moan in a way where he could practically feel the vibrations through her cunt. the tip of his tongue dips into her tight hole every once in a while, and he fucking loves the way it clenches. 

tentatively, he brings the fingers that he had been dragging along her thigh up to her cunt, gathering the slick by her hole as his tongue toyed with her clit. finally, he dips his index slowly into her, revelling in the tight muscle struggling to accommodate him. the added pleasure makes her moans go up an octave and, as he begins a slow rhythm of drilling his finger in and out of her, they become more shallow - her stomach more tense. 

“ed - fuck, ed, i’m gonna-”

“do it, princess, cum for me.” he mumbles the words into her cunt but, in her head, it’s crystal clear, and the knot in her stomach - the one that had been festering for so long - finally came undone, as she could feel the gush of liquid escape her. 

her thighs clech so tightly around him he - for a moment - see’s his life flash before him. though, if this was how he died, he would die the happiest man ever, being able to taste her sweet release on his tongue. 

when she finally lets him go, he rises slowly, dragging soft kisses across her thighs. he leaves a wet trail as well, and - as he finally turns his head to her - she realizes it was her cum, having absolutely drenched his chin. she’s breathing heavily, watching his form - somewhat obstructed by the dimming light. he looked like a god - her god, and he was ready to remind her why, making quick work of his trousers. 

the both of them had been absolutely soaking the material and, when he finally - slowly - pulled his boxers down, she could see the bounce of his cock. though she didn’t have much of a reference of them, his looked large - large enough for her eyes to widen in excitement but - also - worry. immediately noticing her expression, he traces light circles on her hip - the touch shockingly good at calming her. 

“you still want to do this? because we can stop, maybe some other time-” she shakes her head violently, rising up and sitting so that she was right in front of his cock. 

it was even prettier up close, and she flits her fingers across his thigh, looking up to see if he would stop her. he doesn’t, so she lightly touches him where he needs her, making him hiss, his cock jumping at the touch. her hand’s not doing him justice, ghosting over his shaft and lightly flicking her thumb over the wetness collected at the tip. she wonders, for a second, if she - like him - was supposed to put him in her mouth. 

“eddie?”

“princess?”

“can i taste you, too?” he groans lowly, bringing a hand up to hold the base of his cock, the other lightly pulling her head back so that he can get a better look of her pretty, cock-drunk face. 

“i’m gonna cum if you do that - can’t do that yet, can i?” she smiles at the admission, but she’s equal parts proud of the effect she has on him, and disappointed at his refusal. he notices it immediately, a cocky smirk plastering on his face, “don’t worry, princess - next time.” she smiles at the cheeky comment, before he guides her shoulders back down onto the mattress. 

he rummages blindly at the drawer by his desk, her eyes following his movements inquisitively, before he produces a small, metallic square. she barely notices his tearing the foil, having returned her attention to his cock - which he’d been palming absentmindedly. he slips the thin plastic over himself, and he’s quick to then climb on top of her, resting in between her outstretched thighs. 

he doesn’t let his eyes divert from hers even once - worried he’d miss her expressions and reactions. god, he’s not disappointed, watching her face contort in lust as he slides his cock slowly between her folds. as he presses his tip against her entrance, he can feel her clech, making him squeeze his eyes to stop him buckling. 

“eddie?” he’d missed a moment because of it, and he looks at her to see the hint of worry having returned to her face, “will it hurt?” he exhales slowly, cock and head throbbing, and he halts his actions, taking his hand to instead rub her cheek softly.

“it’ll hurt a little - i’m sorry princess.” her teeth are a bit gritted at the notion, breathing through them, “we don’t have to-”

“i want to. just-” she raises her hands so they're weaved in his hair, “go slow.” he smiles warmly, nodding, before slowly placing his cock at her entrance once more. 

he pushes in as slowly as he can - resisting the urge to frantically buck his hips - but he can’t help but choke at her tightness. similarly, her mouth is hung open at the feeling, unsure if it felt comfortable or not just yet.

the moment her face showed a hint of pain, he stilled, allowing her a moment to adjust.

“doing so well for me - tell me when you’re ready, yeah?” she nods, nails lightly scratching at his scalp. after another moment or two, she nods. 

“i’m ready, ed.” he takes the confirmation, pushing in again. she whines only one more time, making him still for a moment or two, before he’s pushing until his hips are flush against hers. 

“fuckin’ christ, look at your pussy. takin’ me so well, princess, fuckin’ made for me-” the praises spill uncontrollably from his lips, his rambling akin to when he was overwhelmed. well - he supposed - he was overwhelmed, the feeling of her tight walls absolutely milking his cock making him melt. 

he doesn’t move just yet, knowing - by the dig of her nails and the whine in her throat - she needed some more time, but he does lightly readjust. the shift nudges his cock against a spongey spot inside her - making her gasp in pleasured shock. 

“fuck, do that again,” the pain had mostly dissipated, and all she could think of was the recreation of that second of pleasure. he looks at her, shocked by her quick recovery, before slowly indulging her, pulling out of her just a bit, before pushing back in with just that bit more force. it hits that spot once more, making her moan loudly and unashamedly, “oh, fuck - eddie, just like that!”

he knows exactly what she’s talking about, truly unable to keep his throbbing cock still any longer. at a slow, calculated pace, he pulls out of her and pushes back into her, paying attention to the angles that allowed him to hear her pretty whimpers best. her hands grasped at his head blindly, causing him to bring his lips to meet hers.

good timing, too, as he had begun to speed up, and the louder moans she was emitting  were being swallowed by his lips.

“so - fuck - so good, princess, you feel so fucking good - jesus h.-!” he had lost his restraint just a bit, fucking into her without that careful calculation and instead, to the sound of her moans. she was taking him admirably, and she felt fucking amazing around him. 

she had begun grinding herself onto him, granting her added stimulation to her clit. it, paired with his more frenzied rhythm, was causing the second knot of the night to barrage towards her. 

“eddie - i’m gonna cum again, i-” she chokes it into his lips, worried that if she clears her throat, her moans will be loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood up. 

“me too, princess, me too,” his admission makes her clench around him, making him swear aggressively, “cum with me, come on.” she doesn’t know if she’ll time it right, worried he’d last longer than her, but the increasing sloppiness of his movements lessened that worry.

his thrusts were rougher, deeper, pushing into her so far that she was seeing stars. her impending orgasm hit her faster than she’d expected, making her groan wildly as she gushed uncontrollably over his cock. 

he pushes into her another one, two, three times, before his thrusts come to a stop, his chest heaving and his face pink. for a moment, the both of them smile into each other, as she places light kisses on his hairline and nose - him still buried deep inside her. 

“eddie.” it’s just a statement, without any connotation, but he realizes that he should detach from her. reluctantly doing so, she can’t follow his movements through her glazed, hazy eyes. she’s still catching her breath when she feels the damp coarseness of a wet towel, which he was lightly passing over her thighs, clearing the evidence of their night. it’s soft, and maybe she’s assigning too much worth to the action, but she thinks it’s so fucking sweet. without really even realizing, she’s pulling him into her, causing him to drop the towel, and capturing his lips - for the umpteeth time that night - in hers. 

“you did so good, princess.” he mumbles, the words being absorbed by the corner of her mouth. “thanks to you.” sure, the manner in which she says it is a little jokey, but she’s being deadly serious. eddie was the only person she’d ever committed to as she had, and she was so happy with that decision, unable to imagine anyone else to be as attentive and caring. she kisses the prideful smile on his face, pulling him down so they were both laying back on his bed, “i love you.”

“i know.” she furrowed her eyebrows, poking at his chest in mock indignance, “alright - i’m sorry. i love you too.”

“i know.”

[ “𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕦𝕡, 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙, 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕚𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 ” ]

it’s the next morning, and he’s up early. ‘never early for anything, eh?’ it makes him smile, remembering the first time she’d approached him at the clearing, with her haughty glares and snobby tongue.

she looked the same—of course, but he couldn’t help realizing how much happier she looked. she had such a beautiful, real smile, and it was a damn shame she’d faked one for so long instead. 

the sunlight streamed in through the window next to them, illuminating her stray hairs and exposed skin. he smiles at her soft features, leaning back as he wondered how exactly he’d been this damn lucky. he never did believe in a god—especially after meeting her—but, if there was one, they’d been kind enough to drop this blessing straight into his lap.

she shifts a little, her eyes blinking open as she catches his loving gaze. she smiles shyly, going to hide her face in her pillow, but he’s quick to maneuver her chin towards him, kissing her softly to wake her up. her smile’s turned giddy as he lifts off her, and she turns to face him.

“do you always watch people while they sleep, freak?” it’s a joke—an endearing spin on the mocking term. she’s tracing shapes into his chest, averting her gaze.

“if it gets them like this, i can make it an always,” it makes her blush a little, as she glances at the assortment of rings on his bedside table. he’d taken them off per her request—something about the circulation and blood flow. he’d humored her, slipping them off—still so caring, even in her wrecked state last night. she picks up the one with the skull emblem, slipping it onto her ring finger. it doesn’t fit quite right, but, nevertheless, she brandishes it proudly.

“you were right, they do look better on me.” he laughs, pulling her back into the sheets with him. she lets out a noise of shock, before laughing, allowing his frame to engulf hers.

“i’ll get you something similar then… for the real thing.” there’s a smile in his voice, but no humor in his tone. she looks at him, and he’s looking back in earnest—deadly serious.

“you… will?”

“if you want it, i’ll do anything.” it’s corny, but he really does mean it. after the joy she’s brought him, he finds it fair to reciprocate it for her. she pulls him into her, appreciating his warmth in spite of the warm spring weather.

“i love you.” she whispers, her breath tickling him. the words feel imprinted into his skin, “i think i always will.” 

she never believed in forevers—she was too short-sighted for it. people sucked too much for her to latch onto it. this time was different, though. he was different

“my forever.” he mused, adoring the way it sounded, “my dream come true.”

it was an early morning for hawkins. the town was still asleep—the wildlife, the buildings, the people.

yet, for two souls in hawkins’ trailer park, that morning was their first time waking up.

[crazyrapunzel]

Saving Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Reader who was in school with Eddie and is now studying to become a doctor might be the key to saving Eddie's life.

Warning: mentioning of blood and injuries.

AN: This is my first short fic, I usually write long stories on AO3. I made the exception because Eddie deserves to be saved in this fix-it fic. I'm tempted to write a second part where reader saves Eddie from the people of Hawkins.

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The situation is so absurd that you almost feel like laughing. A stolen caravan filled with a bunch of unlikely allies, clad in makeshift armor and armed to the teeth. Dustin with his camouflage jacket, Robin with the beret and the bag full of Molotov cocktails…it is so ridiculous. Yet no one feels like laughing. Everyone is silent, wishing to be alone with their thoughts or gathering the courage for the oncoming battle.

You are no different. You might not be wearing hunting clothes or having a gun strapped to you, but sitting in that caravan in your clothes from two days ago with the lifesaving backpack between your legs on the floor, you feel just as melancholy as the others. Your foot won’t stop tapping. You bit of almost all of your nails and was starting to ogle your hair next.

‘Hey.’

You get startled from your thoughts. You look up to see no one other than Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson sitting across from you at the tiny table. Most of the others are gathered on the sofa in the back, or sitting near the front with Steve and Nancy.

‘Hey,’ you try to say without showing how terrified you were. It didn’t work.

‘It’s a pretty messed up situation huh?’ Eddie says, his voice wavering like yours.

You nod in response, not trusting your voice.

He cocks his head to the side in a comical way. ‘You know Y/N, I can’t figure it out.’

‘Can’t figure what out?’ you ask intrigued.

‘Why you are still here,’ he shrugs, looking up at the ceiling of the caravan before looking back into your eyes. ‘Me? I’m a fugitive. I don’t have a choice. You do.’ Suddenly he leans over the table to be as close to you as he could. He whispers: ‘I would run if I were in your shoes.’

His face is right in front of yours. Because he doesn’t want the others to hear his cowardly confession, you tell yourself. That didn’t stop your heart from beating faster though. To make matters worse he winks and smiles before sitting back down.

You clear your throat, not entirely sure why you react so strongly to him. ‘Well, if I run now the fate of Hawkins is down to, who? You?’ you say, your voice laced with sarcasm. ‘We can’t have that, can we?’

It makes him smile. Somehow that makes you smile.

‘Besides, I owe it to you all. You saved my life,’ you state like it is the most obvious thing in the world. And it is true. Two days ago you drove down the road where Fred Benson died when you saw it. Cracks running through the asphalt, spilling ominous red light from it. And you know you shouldn’t have pulled over, put your hand through the membrane and released a small flock of bats from hell…but hey. Curiosity hadn’t killed the cat yet.

When you ran into the woods, screaming and flailing wildly you ended up running into a group of people you knew from when you were in school. Dustin was the first one you ran into. All you had to do was scream ‘Monsters!’ and suddenly Steve Harrington was swinging a baseball bat with nails around. To your utter surprise Eddie was with them, the guy who had gone missing since Chrissy had died in his trailer. The guy who should have graduated High School in the same year as you but insisted on pissing off teachers and so was still waiting for his diploma. The guy who, if you were completely honest, was someone you had always admired for his bravery.

Eddie had pulled you out of the way before one of the bats could attack you. Before long all the creatures were dead and you were covered in their black slimy blood.

‘You don’t have to be brave you know,’ Eddie says quietly, waking you up out of another deep thought. ‘I mean, all I have done these past days is run. I’m not proud of it, but I’m still alive and not in jail. So you shouldn’t feel bad if you still want to leave.’

You shake your head. Your hands reach out to take his. His hands are so much bigger, you hardly covered all of it. The back of his cool metal rings are poking in your skin. His hands are very warm and seem to shake just a bit. ‘Eddie I’m not leaving you guys. I’m not even going to fight. I’m here to heal. I pray to God I won’t be needed, but if things go wrong with Max I want to be there.’

Eddie is nodding. ‘Yeah, okay. But don’t do anything stupid okay? Let Nancy and Steve be the heroes.’

You chuckle. ‘I promise.’

Your hands are still covering his. You slightly stroke your thumb across his skin. The both of you are staring at your hands on the table, a funny feeling starting in your chest. Then the caravan stops.

‘First stop: the Creel house,’ Steve calls out.

Reluctantly you withdraw your hands from Eddie’s. He looks up at you as you stand, with those big brown eyes of his. You hadn’t really noticed how lovely his eyes were before, but now it is hard to look away. You wink at him, grab your bag and step out of the vehicle.

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You had been ready to fight off bats, but not the Hawkins High Tigers.

‘Get off me!’ Erica yells as she was tackled to the ground by a guy twice her size.

‘Erica!’ you call out as you rush over to her side. Unfortunately for you, you hadn’t seen the other guy. He tackles you to the ground, making your back hit the ground painfully.

‘L/N? What is the nurse doing here?’ he spits.

You feel a fire burning within you. You scream as you push your knee into his crotch as hard as you can. He yelps in pain and lets go. ‘For the millionth time, I’m going to be a doctor!’ you shout.

He falls over, still clutching his private parts. You aren’t a violent person. You believe in healing people and would never intentionally hurt anyone. But with everything going on in Hawkins, you decided to take a self-defense class last year. Right now it is paying off.  

You rush over to Erica and her attacker. Here you place a punch perfectly to the temple of the guy holding her down. He falls over, knocked out.

‘Thanks,’ Erica pants as you help her up. ‘Something is wrong we should-,’

‘CODE RED! I REPEAT CODE RED!’

You and Erica both eye the radio. ‘Shit.’

‘ERICA! Please respond! I need help! Now!’

‘Dustin,’ you say calmly, ‘We’re here. What’s wrong?’

‘Oh Y/N we need you! Eddie he…he went back in alone! We were supposed to run but-but he wanted to buy you guys more time and-and…’

You look up at the creepy house, knowing that Max is inside, dealing with Vecna in her mind. You make your decision.

‘I’m on my way. Stay there Dustin! Don’t go after him!’

You throw the radio towards Erica, sling the backpack full of medical stuff over your shoulder and start to run. You don’t have bikes or cars around that you could use. All you can do is run as fast as your feet can carry you.

Everything was a blur after that until you reach the trailer. You burst in through the door and find a frantic Dustin.

‘We need to help him!’ he shouts at you.

You look up to see the gaping hole in the ceiling. The rope is gone but there is a chair right underneath it on your side.

‘I’ll go first,’ you say as you take steps back from the chair.

‘You might break something,’ Dustin points out.

You don’t acknowledge this. You run towards the chair, grab the ceiling and sling yourself through the gate. You do fall badly and probably sprain your ankle, but it does not feel broken. You quickly place the mattrass back so Dustin will be okay.

The two of you race into the Upside Down. A swarm of demobats is circling something like a tornado. Upon closer inspection you see that it is Eddie.

‘Eddie!’ Dustin shouts, tears in his eyes.

It doesn’t look good for Eddie. As you watch he loses his shield. The creatures are closing in. You waste no time. You take the spear from Dustin’s shaking hands and charge right into the middle of the storm. One of the bats is about to attack Eddie’s neck, going for the artery. You grab its tail, swing it around into some of the other bats before forcing it to the ground where you spear it.

‘Like hell you will,’ you pant, standing over the remains of your kill.

‘What are you doing here?!’ Eddie shouts once he notices you.

Saving you, you want to say, but there is no time. The pests keep coming. You give it your all to protect the both of you. Eddie gets a chance to pick up his shield and is now defending you too. Back to back the both of you keep the bats at a distance.

‘Arggh!’

You gasp at the sickening sound of tearing flesh. Behind you, you can see how Eddie is fighting to get a bat away from his abdomen. It has its teeth in his flesh and tries to take a bite out of him. Your spear is no use so close, but Eddie still has a small knife strapped to his belt. Your hand slips around it, touching his skin where his shirt had ridden up. You try not to get distracted by the skin-on-skin contact when you grab the knife. Then you stab it in the bat its back.

It lets go and falls to the ground. However, this maneuver had cost too much time. The bats are on you now, claws in your back, wings stuck in your hair.

‘Y/N!’ Eddie roars as he tries to get the suckers off you. It is a domino-effect. Once the first attack was placed every other sneaks past your defenses. It does not look good for the both of you.

‘I can’t…hold them off,’ you say out of breath. You wince as another bites in your calf.

‘I got you,’ Eddie pants as he rips another bat off you. ‘I got you.’

And you wish that he did, but Eddie was losing a lot of blood. Even in the blueish hue of the Upside Down you could see how pale he is. He won’t be standing on his feet for much longer.

Then there comes a strange sound. It pierces through the sound of flapping wings and shrieks. The two of you look up to see the brave Dustin Henderson charging in the middle of the storm. He is holding the bat that Steve had used before and hacks in on the swarm.

‘Dustin!’ you both shout in concern and surprise.

‘Shut up and help MEeee!’ Dustin shrieks, his voice skipping.

Now it is three of you with your advantage back. However you don’t like your odds. You had killed a couple of bats, but there are hundreds more. Eddie is already slipping. Shit, we’re going to die.

Then, like lighting struck, all the bats fall dead to the ground. No delay, no withering. They just drop dead in front of your feet.

‘What?!’ you shout, not knowing how to feel. What if they got back up?

‘It’s working! They got to Vecna,’ Dustin shouts. His voice carries in the now silent trailer park.

‘Go Harrington,’ Eddie says. His voice doesn’t sound normal. It is slurred. You turn around just in time to catch Eddie before he falls over.

‘Eddie! No, Eddie!’ Dustin roars.

‘Dustin, relax,’ you say, hoping your voice doesn’t waver. ‘Get my backpack. It’s next to the trailer.’

Dustin runs off in a series of ‘shit, shit, shit’, avoiding the hundreds of dead bats.

‘Eddie, hey, talk to me,’ you say as you lay him down carefully.

‘You came back,’ he whispers, then coughs up blood.

‘Yeah, I did,’ you answer while you lift his shirt. You are blushing while you do so, but your professional voice pushes those feelings down. He is bleeding, no time to blush over a guy’s chest. Even if more of his tattoos are now visible. Tattoos you would love to study, taking your time to admire each and every one of them.

‘I didn’t run away this time,’ Eddie gasps. Dustin returns at that moment and hands you the bag. ‘I didn’t.’

‘No, you didn’t. You were very brave,’ Dustin cries.

‘And very stupid,’ you add. ‘Did you really think you stood a chance alone?’

‘Y/N,’ Dustin whispers. You look up to see how distressed he is. He thinks these are Eddie’s last words.

‘Oh he’s not dying Dustin,’ you assure him. ‘I won’t let him.’

You quickly find clean cloth to press against his wounds. Dustin helps you. Then you get an antibiotic and clean the wounds out.

‘Now we bandage him,’ you state as calmly as you could. Dustin is actually really good at helping as long as he stays calm. ‘Help me lift his hips off the floor.’

Dustin helps silently while you work. Eddie has spit out a lot of blood, but now he seems to be doing better. ‘Y/N, if it hadn’t been for you-,’

‘Yeah I know,’ you state quickly. You couldn’t handle your emotions while you worked. Those were for later. ‘I promised you to not do anything stupid. I didn’t think I would need to ask you for the same.’

‘I’m sorry, I was just thinking about everyone that would get hurt if those bats came through the gate. Dustin…you…’ Eddie confesses quietly.

You ignore the warm feeling that goes through your body when he says that. First bandages, then feelings. Somewhere in the back of your head you wonder when you had acknowledged that you had feelings for “The Freak”.

‘I’m going to make another rope for the gate so you two can get out. Don’t go anywhere,’ Dustin says.

You nod your approval. ‘Now Eddie, I should take a look at your face.’

‘My face?’ he asks, dazed.

You point out the big gash that runs over his forehead and through his eyebrow. ‘Oh. That.’

He sits up carefully. You lean forward with a clean cloth to clean up the wound. ‘I think I’m going to glue this one. Just to be safe.’

‘I trust you,’ he whispers. You look down from the wound to his eyes. He is staring at you, his eyes huge, his lips slightly parted. He looks inviting.

You swallow. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, like it is fighting to jump out. Eddie is mere inches from your face, looking like a hot mess.

No. Stop. I’m the doctor. You blink slowly and force yourself to look back to the wound. Eddie casts his eyes down. You continue to carefully clean the blood from his face.

‘Guess you don’t even need the rest of that fancy education of yours eh?’ Eddie says to lighten the mood. ‘You’re already a pro.’

You smile. ‘I must say I’m even surprising myself here. I didn’t think I could. But I had to so…’

‘Yeah. Well you can heal me anytime. I don’t mind you touching me.’

Your eyes shoot back to his, your cheeks crimson.

‘To…you know, heal my wounds. Mend my broken bones. Sew my flesh back together,’ he continues.

You chuckle softly. ‘Glue you mean. Glue your flesh back together.’

‘Even better. It sounds even grosser than sewing.’

‘Does it though?’ you ask with a smile. You do as you promise and glue his wound.

‘The sight of blood makes me feel lightheaded,’ Eddie confesses out of the blue.

You nod slowly. ‘Ah so that is why you just fainted.’

‘No, not fainting. I never faint,’ he defends.

‘Hmm-hmm,’ you hum. That smile doesn’t come off anymore.

‘Well okay maybe I fainted once. Trust me when I say, you shouldn’t trust me with a nail gun.’

You stop your work, satisfied that Eddie is going to be okay. ‘Eddie the Freak, the Dungeons Master, the nightmare of every High School teacher and every jock, faints at the sight of blood? Now that is something the town should know.’

‘Don’t tell anyone please. I was just starting to feel somewhat brave,’ he says, suddenly sounding insecure.

'Hawkins could do with some wholesome facts about you,’ you say as you stand up and offer a hand. ‘They should know how sweet you really are.’

Eddie takes your offered hand and pulls himself up. However he is not balanced right and stumbles against you. You hold up your other hand to gently hold his upper arm. Eddie is a little bit taller than you, and right now he is looking down into your eyes again.

‘I…am sweet?’

Another rush of warm feelings. You force it down. ‘Well, uhm, yes I think…we should check on Dustin shouldn’t we?’

You think about running but Eddie is holding onto you with surprising strength. When he doesn’t speak you look back at him, wondering what is coming next. You expect another quippy reply, maybe even something more personal about himself. What happens next however, you did not expect.

Without hesitation Eddie leans in and kisses you. You feel your heart stopping, your head spinning. Eddie’s lips are against you, pretty harsh but still nice. His lips move slowly. Then his free hand cups the side of your face and pulls you in further. It is a desperate kiss that lights a fire in you, you have never felt before.

Then he pulls back and you start to sway on your feet.

‘What,’ you whisper, ‘was that?’

‘A thank you,’ he says with a smile. ‘For saving my life.’

‘Oh, right,’ you say, cursing yourself a moment later for sounding so disappointed.

Eddie catches it. He lifts one eyebrow. ‘Were you hoping for another answer, doctor L/N?’

Your mouth opens and closes a couple of times. You attempt a nonchalant shrug. ‘No. Nope. I was just surprised.’

Eddie smiles. ‘Good surprised or bad surprised?’

You give him a short look before you walk away in the direction of the gate. Eddie continues to stand there, looking at you as you walk away.

‘Good or bad?’ he shouts, his arms up in the air. ‘Please give me an answer.’

You stop, unable to stop the massive smile on your lips. You turn around so he can see your face which settles his nerves a little.

‘It’s good,’ you tell him while you blush. ‘Really good. Now, shall we get out of this hell dimension or not?’

‘Yes madam!’ Eddie yells as he runs over to your side. He stops right beside you, his arm pressing up against yours. ‘I think you just saved my life sweetheart.’

You grimace. ‘Yeah, well we aren’t done yet. Something tells me this was the easy part.’

A second later his arm is around your shoulders. He pulls you close to him for a moment. ‘Don’t rain on my parade just yet. Let me enjoy this huge victory.’

You raise an eyebrow. ‘The ‘not getting eaten by bats’ part?’

Eddie stops and pulls you to a stop with him. ‘No, the part where you like it when I kiss you. Duh.’

‘Oh,’ you mumble, all shy and staring at his chest instead of his eyes, ‘that part.’

When Eddie remains silent you dare to look up again. There is still blood on his face, mixed with sweat and tears. His look is a combination of fear and relief. But then his eyes soften more and he leans in to kiss you again. You feel his salty lips against yours and for a moment the world stops spinning.

‘You and me against the world, princess,’ Eddie whispers against your lips. ‘Let it try.’

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Where the Angels Fall

Isaac "Zack" Foster x Reader

Demon AU

"As I walked into my run-down apartment I expected to be greeted by my loving house cat and the hole in the wall left by the previous residents. Instead I found a lost-looking, extraordinarily tall, inhuman, beast of a "man" wandering around, and mumbling something about "fucking humans"."

CW: Blood, gore, murder, severe injury, canon typical violence, language

Read the first chapter here.

Booze, Body Odor, and Blood

It had been almost a week since I was visited by Zack. He folded the blankets, fixed the pillows, and left before I woke up.

 I was right about one thing, however. It was in fact the adrenaline keeping me going. That morning, when the reality of the situation hit me, I cried. A lot. And considering calling the police, but I figured there was no point. I would sound hopelessly insane, there was no signs of forced entry, no blood, no property damage, and I was left in peak physical condition. 

'Besides,' I remember trying to convince myself, 'that was the end of it. I helped him out and I'll never see him again.'

I was wrong, of course.

I was sore and tired and hungry, but alas there is no rest for the under-paid. When I wasn't in class I was working at the nice restaurant uptown. It was a bit of a drive, but it paid well enough, and most people tipped good.

There was one thing I absolutely despised about this job, though. And that would be that there was a bar. People would come in with their friends after work, get drunk off their asses, and treat the staff like shit. 

On this particular night, there was a well-off looking business man, who was demanding that he was served before anyone else. This wouldn't have been a major issue if it wasn't for the fact that it was packed and there were only three people on duty.

Shit really started to hit the fan when he started demanding that we continue to serve him long after we had cut him and his buddies off.

"I'm sorry sir, but we can't do that," Felicity was desperately trying to explain to him that even if we wanted to serve him, we couldn't, "it's the law."

Felicity was a kind young woman who had inherited the restaurant from her late father. She had been a close friend of mine in high school and offered me the job offer as soon as she started running it. 

"To hell with the law!" The man yelled, and his friends all drunkenly cheered, " Tell ya what, I'll... I'll pay ya double what I owe ya."

The dumbass couldn't even speak properly, constantly trailing off like he was about to fall asleep. It was a miracle he was still upright.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave," I could see she was growing impatient, but she stayed calm.

The man abruptly stopped and sighed, "Alright, alright, but I think I'll need help gettin' out to call a cab." 

Felicity pursed her lips into a thin line as she turned to me, "Do you think you could take him out, since you're heading out already?" 

I stopped to think about it, this was not a good idea. Felicity grew up in a very nice neighborhood, with little to no trouble at all, so it didn't surprise me that she didn't see this the way I did. She saw the best in everybody, and that put her at a disadvantage sometimes.

Against my better judgement, I nodded. She does a lot for me, taking this asshole off her hands was the least I could do. Besides, I carried pepper spray in the small bag I took back and forth to work with me, "Yeah, see you tomorrow." 

The man laid his arm around my shoulder, he reeked of booze and B.O. 

After what seemed like ages we made it to what I could only assume was his car

"Would ya be a dear and get my phone out of the backseat. It's in the black bag."

He supported himself on a nearby lamp post as he dug the keys out of his pocket and unlocked his vehicle. 

It was an expensive looking white sports car. New and clean, in pristine condition.

I opened the back door an began rooting through the small black bag on the floor. I found it after some digging.  "Sir, is this it?"

I began to turn around when something cool and sharp was pressed to my throat and a hand over my mouth, "If you scream, I'm going to slit your throat, got that?"

It was the same man, his mouth was pressed against my ear and his voice was just above a whisper.

I should've known. It was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I should've been smarter. If a strange man asks you to go out to his car you say no! It's basic knowledge. Burned into children's brains with programs like "Stranger Danger." It's one of the earliest lessons you're taught as a child, and I had thrown it aside.

He removed his hand from my mouth, and I made no effort to speak. I don't think I could've if I wanted to. My breaths were shallow and sharp. I felt tears well in my eyes.

I closed my eyes and awaited something. Anything. But there was nothing.

That was until the man began to cough, his arms went limp. I felt him stagger backwards, and heard him fall to the concrete. There was sickeningly familiar laughter, and the crack of snapping bones. 

When I finally gained the courage to turn around my stomach lurched. Thinking back on it, it was probably a good thing I hadn't had a chance to eat all shift because I definitely would have puked it up.

The man from before was sprawled across the pavement. One of his hands clawed at his bleeding throat as he hopelessly gasped for air. I could see his mouth forming words, but I couldn't understand any of them. His reddening eyes bugged out of their sockets as the veins popped out of his forehead.

My ears were ringing and my vision was beginning to blur. I could vaguely make out the form that was still cackling insanely.  His boot pressed the man's other hand into the sidewalk as it turned purple. His fingers straining in all different directions. 

I stumbled back, falling onto my ass. I pressed my back to the man's car as my own hand flew over my mouth to stifle the sobs. Pulling my knees to my chest with my free arm.  

The laughing almost immediately died, and the silence became thick. The not dead man moved from his position over the dead one and extended his hand out to me. I shakily took it, and he pulled me to stand. I looked up at him. It was, unfortunately, exactly who I suspected it was. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve and stared up at him. 

Zack. Why was he here? Was it a strange coincidence, or has he changed his mind?

"Are you-" I heaved a loud sob,  "Are you here to kill me?"

He cocked his head. The expression on his face unreadable, "No, I promised I wouldn't, remember? If I wanted ya dead, I woulda let this  bastard do it," he jerked his head back to the mess of blood and gore behind him.

There was that word again. Promise. It must have meant something to him.

"Are you bleedin'? Turn around." His eyes narrowed as he looked me over.

I obeyed, facing the car once more. His hand traced over my scalp, his finger stopped mid-way and pressed.

"Ah!" I flinched and whipped around to face him. My hands shooting up to feel around where the pain was.

"You cracked your head on the car," He raised his left hand, and it was covered in fresh blood.

I looked back to see a streak of blood running down the side of the otherwise spotless car.  

"You got a car?"  He turned his head to survey the rest of the area.

"Yeah?"

"Alright, well we gotta go."

"Wait-" I grabbed his arm before he could turn around, "they'll know I was here- I can't just leave!" 

"Relax, I've already got someone coming to take care of it. For now, we've gotta move."

I swallowed thickly and nodded, "Okay, I'm parked over here."

It was a short walk to the car, and when we arrived he held out his hand like he was expecting something. I gave him a questioning look.

"Do ya really think it's a good idea for you to be drivin'?"

I shook my head and handed him the keys. I really didn't want to let him drive my car. He had showcased that he was more than capable of  horrific violence, but for some reason I didn't feel like he would use that against me.

The drive was quiet, other than when I told him to turn.

"Make a left here," I whispered.

He nodded and flipped the turn signal. I honestly wasn't expecting him to know how to drive, but he was doing pretty well.

"Why did you do that?" I was the one to abruptly break the tense silence that engulfed the car.

He gave me a strange look out of the corner of his eye, "Do what?"

"Save me."

"Jesus, how many times are we gonna go over this?" he sighed, "I promised to keep ya alive. Not sure if you caught on, sweetheart, but that piece of shit was planning on killing you," his voice was laced with sarcasm.

"You promised you wouldn't kill me. How does some rando perv have anything to do with that?"

"Oh for fuck's sake," Zack cursed as he pulled the car off to the side of the road.

'Fuck me, I'm stupid. I go with strange drunk men to their cars, I piss off serial killer demons. My parents would be so proud. Good going, y/n.'

I was pulled from my thoughts when Zack heaved another large sigh.

"Listen, I'm gonna explain everything real fast. Do not ask questions, do not freak out, and do not scream. Got that?"

I nodded quickly and quietly.

He pinched the bridge of his nose briefly before explaining, "Last week, I got into a bad scrap with another demon. I kicked his ass, but I still got the shit kicked outta me. That's why I needed ya to patch me up. With me so far?"

I nodded yet again.

"Good. The only problem is that the motherfucker I beat in that fight is a real powerful demon, with alotta people stuck under his thumb. So he started sendin' his goons after me. Which would be fine, if it weren't for the fact that one of em' snitched about me usin' your help. They planned to use you to find me. That 'rando' was one the hotshot's lil' side pieces, so letting them kill ya is the same damn thing as me doin' the job myself," he paused, inhaling deeply, "Ya got all that?"

"Uhm...yeah?"

"Good," he pulled the car back onto the road and continued through the dark.

I contemplated my next words for a brief moment before speaking, "Thank you, for saving me, Zack."

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, "Yeah, yeah, whatever. 'S not a problem."

I kept quiet, as we pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex, "This is it, yeah?"

"Yeah," We both got out of the car, and he followed me into the elevator. The ride to my floor was silent except for the groan of the pulleys and the ding of the opening doors. He trailed behind me as I made my way through the hall. 

The keys clicked in the lock, and he stepped in through the open door just behind me. I shut it once again and turned the lock.

Zack was the first to break the  droning silence, "Where's that shit you used to fix me up?"

"In the blue bag in my room, why?"

"Alright, come on. We're gonna need to do somethin' bout your head," he beckoned me with a bloodstained hand. I wasn't sure if that blood was mine, the man with the knife's, or someone else's entirely. What I was sure of, though, is that I had no desire to know.

When he opened the door to my room, he motioned for me to sit at the chair in front of my vanity. He then swiftly grabbed the bag off the floor, and opened the bathroom door. 

I watched him from the mirror.  He washed his hands of the blood before wetting a small amount of gauze from the faucet. He then carried the kit along with the gauze back into the room and set them on the dresser of the vanity next to me. 

He placed a gentle hand on the top of my head to tilt it down. His other parted my hair and began to delicately dab the edges of the wound with gauze he had wet in the sink. As he worked, he spoke, "Listen, those assholes are going to be comin' after you for a while. I can keep em' off your back, but I'll have to stay here with ya."

I weighed my options, on one hand, a murderous demon would be staying in my living room. On the other hand, if he stayed he would ensure that he was the only murderous demon in my living room.

'Better the devil you know.'

"Yeah, you can stay, as long as you don't mind the couch."

He laughed, "I've slept through worse."

When he had finished with the gauze, he skillfully wrapped a roll of bandages around my head. 

"You look like you could do this with your eyes closed," I muttered.

He scoffed, "I can. I used to wear em' a lot."

There was a harsh venom underlining his words. It wasn't directed at me, but it was still enough to get the message across.

'Do. Not. Pry.'

So I didn't.

It had been about 2 weeks of Zack staying with me at the apartment, and it was...nice. I won't lie, I was terrified to the first few days. I barely spoke and holed up in my room whenever possible, but he was so... laid back.

He was funny and made surprisingly good company. Most importantly, he had done exactly what he said he would.  Protect me.

There had been another incident, while I was at work. When I returned Zack had already somehow disposed of the body of the man who broke into my apartment. He had not finished cleaning up what the dead man had left behind, however. It was mostly just blood, but it was a lot of blood.

I did throw up that time. Zack, surprisingly, apologized many times, and finished cleaning everything up rather quickly.

I was sat in between the coffee table and the couch. The paper I was working on for class open on my laptop in front of me. Zack was sprawled out on the couch behind me, watching something on Netflix. I then heard rustling, and felt his presence behind me.

His hand moved through my hair, fingers tentatively tracing  over where I split my head open just two weeks prior. 

"Looks like yer head's all healed up," his voice was soft and calming. With a sudden realization I noticed that I was sat directly between his legs, one on each side of me. I hummed lowly as I looked up at him. He just stared at me, as his eyes lazily traced over my face.  

"Yer real pretty, ya know that?"

I froze, my face heated up, and my head felt fuzzy. I just stared back, before choking out a small "thank you."

He was stupidly handsome too, as I had begun to realize. With a sharp jawline and defined cheekbones. A sly smirk crossed his face, and I quickly turned my attention back to my research paper.

"Why so red, sweetheart?" He chuckled just above my ear.

I looked back up at him again, the same smirk remained on his face.

"You're really attractive too, Zack," He paused, and I saw his cheeks redden. 

'Gotcha.'

ZACK

'There's no way in hell she just said what I think she said.'

She seemed so genuine, but that didn't make it any more believable. She wasn't lying, though. I could smell a liar from a mile a way. I sniff them out and then hunt them like a fuckin' dog.

But she was no liar, she was much too good for that, I could tell.

"Are you high?"

She shifted her gaze from her laptop to my face again, "No, why?"

I scoffed, "I look like fuckin' Frankenstein."

She gives me a sad look, the kind that usually makes me wanna puke my guts up. Or kill something. But her's doesn't, it feels natural and real. It was not pity, it was concern. I think at least. I really don't think I'd ever seen it before this.

She slowly moved to sit next to me on the couch. She the crossed her legs and faced me, "Everyone has scars, Zack. They're natural. Hell, your belly button is a scar. And you are attractive."

I sighed, "You have no clue what your gettin' yourself into here, sweetheart."

She smiled, "I know."

[anhometech]

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303 of 2023

What made you happy in the last 24 hours?

Not necessarily in th last 24 hours, but the vacation in Poland. In the last 24 hours, having longer sleep.

What was the last book you read?

Nala’s World. Such a wholesome book. It’s about a man who travel around the world with his cat.

What was the most fun thing you did in the last 24 hours?

12 hours long road trip.

Have you done anything adventurous lately?

 Does travelling around the country count?

What was the last thing you regretted doing (or not doing)?

Not being brave enough to talk to this guy.

What was the most delicious food you ate in the last 24 hours?

Rice pudding with cinnamon.

Do you like the way your hair looks right now?

Not really, needs to be washed.

Do you think it rains too much where you live?

I know it’s raining too much lol. This is Belgium.

What color is your laptop?

It’s black.

Is your computer slow? Is it having problems?

No, it’s not. It’s 3 years old and still works well.

Do you worry a lot, or do you live carefree?

A mix of both, really. It depends on the situation.

Do you have a Bible that’s falling apart?

I don’t own any Bible.

What did the last pair of earrings you wore look like?

Just plain silver rings, the tiny ones. I wear these in all my ear piercings.

What is the next fun thing you are planning to do?

We’re going to Brussels with our friends.

Do you suffer from chronic pain?

Yeah, I do. My back and other joints because they’re kinda loose.

What was the last thing you did outside?

Carried all the bags home.

Do you need to clean your room?

I’m in the process of doing it.

Have you ever read the Bible all the way through?

Yeah, but it was painful.

Do you collect mason jars?

I don’t, but I find them useful.

What was the last thing you decorated?

Probably the Christmas tree lol.

What’s on your floor?

An empty bag.

What was the last piece of candy you ate?

I rarely eat candy, so none.

Are you wearing shorts right now?

Yeah, cropped jeans.

Who was your first best friend?

A girl named Martina.

Who was/is your last or current best friend?

My husband.

Do you have a best friend currently?

See the previous question.

Are you lonely?

Not at all.

Have you spent most of your life lonely?

Yeah, but not anymore.

Did you answer your phone in the last 24 hours?

Nobody called, so.

What’s your favorite magazine to read?

I don’t really like magazines, but if I have to pick, then anything tech or science.

What color is the sky right now?

Blue with occasional white clouds.

Do you like the name Skye?

Nah. I don’t even know how to pronounce it.

Do you want to have kids?

Not in a million years. I’m fine being an uncle, but not a dad.

When was the last time you ate taffy?

WTF is taffy? I’ve never heard of it.

Name three toppings you like on a salad.

No toppings, thanks.

Do you like pineapple?

I hate it.

Would you rather visit Asia or Europe?

The whole Europe, then Asia.

Do you know anyone who travels all the time?

Yeah, myself.

Do you think it’s selfish to travel all the time, when most people can’t?

No, sometimes people travel with good intntions. What’s selfish there is bragging about it in front of people who can’t afford it.

Would you ever consider studying abroad?

Yeah, I would.

What was the last thing you ate?

Rice pudding with cinnamon.

Are you happy with your life right now?

Let’s say I’m content.

What color was your first phone?

Silver.

Do you remember your high school locker combination?

We had keys, not encrypted locks. Also, no lockers in our secondary school.

If you’re a YouTuber, list three companies you’d like to sponsor you.

I don’t care about such shit.

Do you miss someone?

Yeah, my parents already.

If applicable, how long did it take you to grieve the loss of your best friend?

Very long. He didn’t die, just his depression locked him away. I hope he eventually gets out.

Do you wear flip-flops?

Omg nope. I’d never wear them.

Which do you like better: cacti, palm trees, or maple trees?

Maple trees. Such pretty leaves.

What type of tree do you see most of where you live?

Chestnut trees, linden trees, pines, occasional birch trees.

Have you ever seen fireflies?

I don’t think so.

Can you see the moon from your bedroom window?

Yeah, it faces the southeast.

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𝕍𝕀𝕀: 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 (sfw version) (high school sweethearts | eddie munson x reader)

complete masterlist | stranger things masterlist | eddie munson masterlist

words || 𝟜𝕜

summary || in which dustin helps the reader rethink her relationship with eddie

series masterlist || high school sweethearts 

a/n || part seven, i'll let it speak for itself ➵ while this is the sfw version, if you are interested in an nsfw version, you can find it here (keep in mind you must be over 18, and heed the content warnings) ➵ thank you to the anon who betad this for me! ➵ part of miniseries; check the masterlist ^! ➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

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warnings || smidge of angst/fluff ➵ abuse of parental power (?)

she’s not really sure where to go. she looks over her options, wondering if the best place to go knocking would be family video, robin’s place, or any other public building. she’s not really sure what she’s meant to do now—the net of security (only in the legal sense) that her parents provided her something she could not fully understand the importance of. 

she didn’t want to explain her situation to someone like robin, or steve—knowing that, although she loved them, she wasn’t exactly sure they’d understand. 

she found herself walking a little aimlessly, and she’d followed the road to another neighborhood. it was familiar—of course it was—and, without a concrete reason as to why she was doing so, she walked up the steps to the henderson’s house. she hesitates to knock, but a reason to falls into her lap when she sees tews trying to stumble onto the road. as much as she loved the furry thing, it always had been a little bit of an idiot when it came to situational awareness. although the road’s empty, she wastes no time in scooping the furball into her arms, uncaring of the hair it was shedding all over her dress.

balancing the cat in one hand—a struggle, as it was a little heavy—she used the other to knock on the door. after a moment, it opens to the inquisitive face of mrs. henderson, obviously curious as to who was knocking at her door. recognizing her, the older woman smiles widely, before noticing tews in her lap.

“oh! thank you! where’d you go, tews? what’ve you been up to?” she scoops the cat out of her arms, rubbing its nose as she asked it the questions, with tews’ face betraying a semblance of understanding and light noise emitting from it, as if it wanted to respond. setting it down, mrs. henderson brushes her clothes, before stepping aside and nudging her inside. she’s grateful for the gesture, and, as she places her things away, the older woman is quick to produce a slice of key-lime pie, “sorry, honey, dusty’s not home right now.” she takes the pie with a small thanks, taking a bite. it’s fantastic—as it always is, but she’s quick to shake her head.

“no—um, i mean, i’m not really here to speak to dustin.” mrs. henderson’s smile drops just a little, betraying her confusion, and she clears her throat, avoiding looking at her, “um—do you mind if i speak to you?”

it’d been easier than she thought—detailing her plight over the last few months. she’d never really seen mrs. henderson so somber, pressing a hand over hers as she observantly listened to her story. 

it depressed the mother beyond belief—unable to comprehend parenting a child that you didn’t love with all your heart. she imagined if her son had ever been in the young girl’s position, and it made her shiver. the woman glanced back at the bag she was carrying, knowing the question on the tip of her tongue that the girl was just too worried to ask. 

having already burdened so much onto mrs. henderson, she finds herself unable ask the woman to carry her woes any farther. it had been a stupid idea, seeing if she could live with the hendersons until she figured everything out, but she was still grateful that she had come, finding it extremely therapeutic to bare her thoughts so blatantly. she looked at the floor as she finished her story, unsure of how mrs. henderson would feel with the impromptu trama-dumping.

the older woman shifted in her seat, moving forward and lightly placing her arms around her. she smelled strongly of the key-lime pie that she baked, and she felt warm and soft—safe and homely. she sinks into her hug, unable to stop the gush of small tears from the corners of her eyes. as mrs. henderson pulls away, she finds a deep sadness encase her at seeing the young girl’s reaction to such a simple expression of love. she smiled kindly, lightly patting at her cheeks to wipe away her tears. 

“stay with us if you need to, honey.” she’s earnest, her tone making it seem almost as though it were a request, as she gestured to the bags that the young girl was carrying.

she’s shocked by mrs. henderson’s forwardness, and—almost instinctively—shakes her head.

“no—no, you’ve already done so much. it wouldn’t be fair for you or dustin—” she’s cut off by a dismissive wave from the older woman, a small smile present on her lips.

“oh, hon, dustin talks about you all the time whenever you tutor him. he adores you, tews adores you, and i adore you—none of us mind.” she swallows deeply, still a little unsure. though, remembering the warmth of her hug, she realizes she’d want nothing more. 

dustin was—as she already knew—shockingly mature for his age, immediately understanding and embracing their situation after he’d come home from hanging out with steve and robin. he was quick to show her the ropes of the house—warning her of the sink only spewing hot water until noon, and the tendency of the refrigerator to leak occasionally. she’d been as big of a help as she could be, flitting between tending to tews—a shockingly needy cat—helping mrs. henderson around the house, or helping dustin with his homework. 

Dustin, the sweetheart, had offered his room to her on multiple occasions, but she’d been quick to shut down that idea quickly, absolutely against him giving up any more for her. in turn, she made him promise not to say anything about where she was and what was going on to anyone. well, truly, it was only eddie who she didn’t want to deal with, but she knew that telling any of the others would simply lead to the information getting back to him. dustin had contested the request, immediately warning her of his inability to lie effectively. she smiled at him, finding the quality endearing, before she simply told him to try. begrudgingly, he agreed. 

she’d phoned into the school’s receptionist, letting them know that she’d come down with something serious, and that her attendance would not be recorded for the next few days. she wasn’t ready to go back, as she knew that the added stress would do nothing but hurt her.

that monday afternoon, dustin came back home with a supremely worried robin at his heels, and she looks at the blonde and brunet, appalled at the fact that he truly couldn’t lie.

“you told her?”

“she interrogated me!” dustin looked every bit as upset as her that the information had slipped, but robin’s moving too fast, walking up to her with concern plastered on her face.

“you okay?” robin asks it in a quiet voice, and her annoyance softens at her friend’s worry. she nods, letting her know she was okay. the blonde pulled her into a hug, hoping it could provide her some semblance of comfort.

“don’t tell eddie.” she whispered, and robin looked at her with wide eyes. 

“did you guys?” she’s shocked—she remembered that the pair had been acting stand-offish, but she couldn’t fathom the possibility of it becoming something serious. as a response, she just nods, swallowing thickly to stop the memories from that night overwhelming her. dustin eases robin aside, worried by his friend’s expression.

“is everything okay?” she’d conveniently missed that part of the story, and she signaled for robin not to mention it behind dustin’s back.

“i-i’m fine dustin.” she gives him a unconvincing smile.

“oh.” he tries not to make his confusion evident, not wanting her to feel more stressed. robin’s quick to change the subject, diverting her attention to the homework from that day that the blonde had been kind enough to pick up for her.

it had become routine over the past week—dustin going off to school, her spending the day doing schoolwork or helping around the house, before dustin would come back with her homework or with robin in tow, her maintaining their company until robin would leave for a shift. 

thus, when someone was knocking in the middle of the morning on that friday, she’s quite shocked, yelling to mrs. henderson that she was going to open it.

she’s greeted by the shiny badge of a mustached deputy, a cigarette hanging from his lip. immediately, he said her name, and she looked at him quizzically.

“yes, that’s me. can i help you?” he sighed deeply, obviously unhappy with his job, before he flicked the cigarette, stomping it out with his food.

“your parents have filed a missing persons’ case.” she’s aghast by the revelation—unbelieving in the idea of her parents going to the police over a decision she’d made, while also not very shocked.

“i—uhm, i’m right here, sir.” he gives her a weak smile—one that says of course you are. 

“alright, then should this be registered as a runaway case instead?” he’d seen it often—parents filing missing persons’ cases when, really, their child had run away. it was a waste of time to return them to their parents as many of them would just try over and over again. though, considering the legal inability for the minors to live alone, it was a necessary evil.

“i’m not a runaway. i’ve moved out.” she says it with a strong tone, enjoying the heaviness of it, “sir, i’m 18. i have the right to leave my parents’ house.” upon that revelation, the officer scoffs, turning on his heel and walking away faster than she could say goodbye. 

“alright, have a nice life!” it’s so nonchalant, but so earnest, that it makes her laugh, waving him off with a loud i will!

mrs. henderson, who had been tending to tews’ bed, had finally come in, wondering what had happened. 

“nothing important, no need to worry.” it’s vague, but mrs. henderson smiles, taking it at face value, before inquiring if she could check on the mutton stew that the woman was making. 

with every passing day, dustin was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her situation a secret. after an unfortunate situation on wednesday, eddie had been practically non-stop hounding the freshman with questions.

it had started when mike had innocently asked where she’d been for the past few days.

“oh, she’s just not feeling well.” dustin lets it slip, happy he was sticking to the story she gave him, before eddie had inquired how exactly the freshman knew that, “oh—uh, i had to drop off some books for her.” it was a nice save—you’re on a roll, henderson—and everyone else slips back into normal conversation. eddie’s eyes narrowed, fixated on dustin. 

later, when dustin had requested a ride to the family video from the senior, the topic came back up.

“i swung by her place the other day. i’m pretty sure that she’s not there.” he hadn’t really walked in, knowing her father might actually shoot him should he try to, but that doesn’t stop him from recognizing the general silence in the house. her father was probably at work, her mother was out running an errand yet, still, her sick, bed-ridden self was nowhere to be noticed. 

dustin clams up, fully unsure how to answer that.

“i’m—uh, i’m not sure. she told me she’s been going on walks recently, so maybe that’s why she wasn’t home. you know how healthy walks are? they can make—” eddie drowned out the freshman’s words, but duly noted the action as dustin nervously rambled about the health benefits of walks. by this point, eddie knew that his good friend had a terrible tendency to ramble whenever he lied, so he was instead focused on a much more pertinent question. 

why did he lie?

dustin, after that atrocious performance, had made it home later that evening and made a beeline to her. 

“will you please tell eddie what’s going on? he’s started guessing and it’s getting really hard to lie to him.” she’d been reading a book when he’d greeted her with the barrage of words, and she looks up at, lightly shocked.

“what?”

“eddie—he’s starting to catch on that you’re not at home, and that you’re not sick.” she swallows thickly. 

“dustin, i-i’m not ready for something like that. i—uhm, i just can’t tell him.” she’s not sure how to defend herself without simply telling dustin. 

“oh, come on. you two did everything together—the guy put you over hellfire! our last campaign was painfully short and, honestly, really shit, but none of us had the heart to complain, because we knew that eddie was too focused on you!” she blinks in surprise, having never heard about something like this from the others. hellfire was eddie’s life, his utmost priority, and she can’t fathom a thing that dustin’s saying, “i’ve—look, i’ve known eddie for a while, and i’ve never seen him care about anything like i’ve seen him care about you. you shouldn’t be worried about what he’ll think—all he wants is to make sure you’re alright.” she doesn’t respond, and dustin, unsure of what else to say, smiles reassuringly at her. giving her her space, he mumbles about finishing latin homework, leaving for his room.

her eyes drift back to her book, but she’s not really reading any of it. instead, she’s thinking over dustin’s words, contemplating his plea, and imagining its outcome. it festers in her reaching a resolve, knowing that what had happened between the both of them that night needed to be fully ironed out. if that meant revisiting those horrid feelings again, she figured she’d simply have to make that sacrifice. 

it’s evening by the time she leaves the henderson residence. she’s told mrs. henderson she’s going to see a friend, and dustin had accompanied her out, on his way to meet up with lucas. they don’t speak much, but they don’t have to—dustin knows what she’s going to do. 

she’s donning just a sweater to keep her warm—along with her crippling worry, making her sweat paradoxically in the cold weather. the sunlight and heat had really started coming out in the mornings, but the evenings and nights remained winter-y in nature. 

the bus drops her off just a few minutes from the trailer park, and she’s reminded of leaving his house that night by the dim streetlights on the road. it makes her throat dry. 

at least his van’s out front, and she hopes mr. munson isn’t home, worrying that his presence would make this more awkward than she was already sure it would be. 

she raps lightly on the door, still hesitant—even when committing to the action. god, she’s worried, but she’d already come this far, right?

when he opens it, she can see the crush in his spirit, marked by the eyebags under his eyes and his more-matted-than-usual hair. for a moment, he looks at her through tired, half-lidded eyes. he’s not sure if what he’s seeing is real, taking a moment to process it.  

then, without a second thought, he’s scooping her into his arms. he presses her as closely to him as possible without actually passing through her, relishing in being able to feel her against him again. 

“princess—what happened? are you alright? god, i’m so sorry, i should have never said anything—i should have never acted like that—” his apologies are drowned out by the sound of her thudding heart, as her eyes prickle in the knowledge that he—just as dustin had said—truly still cared for her. upon feeling her tears against his chest, the liquid evident on the material of his shirt, he immediately looks at her, dismay evident in his doe eyes, “no, god, princess, please don’t cry—i can’t see you cry—” 

the overwhelming emotion makes her stammer through her words, and he lightly runs a hand through her hair as she tries to tell him something she should have weeks ago.

“i-i, eddie—i’m in love with you.” her tears are still streaming a little, and she looks at him with glossy, wet eyes. he’s taken aback, and searches her face for even the slightest hint of uncertainty. he doesn’t find any. taking his silence to mean the worst, she turns away, unable to bear his impending rejection, chastising herself for her stupidity, her arrogance, her impulse—

“i love you, too,” he pauses, sighing deeply as she turns back to him in shock, “i have since—uhm, since you kissed me.” the memory made her tear-stricken face crack into a smile, and he smiles along with her. she clutches at the back of his neck, pulling him in until their foreheads were touching.

“why—” she doesn’t want to revisit the night of their fight, but she can’t help but feel severely confused by his change of heart, “why didn’t you tell me that day?” he sighed, his breath fanning over her face. it made goosebumps flit over her arms.

“you—”

“and don’t say that i won’t understand.” he smiles, but it’s almost pained. 

“i didn’t think that i deserved you.” his voice is so quiet, it’s like he’d hoped she wouldn’t hear him. immediately, her confusion plasters on her face, pulling away in order to properly see his. 

“deserve me?” her voice was incredulous, unable to believe what she was hearing. eddie removes his arms from her waist, letting them flop rather defeatedly to his sides. 

“come on, princess. you know that this isn’t the life you’re meant to have.” he gestured to the walls of the room—the room she’d grown to love and consider a home, “you deserve someone who can give you the world.” and i can’t. it’s the unspoken truth he’d never failed to convince himself of, unable to look at her in the worry that her face was pitiful, or worse, contorted in realization. he felt her hands detach from his neck, and his breath stops—truly believing the latter was true, and that she was now realizing she shouldn’t have come back to him. 

instead, though, he feels her grasp at his hands, bringing them up to rest on her hips once more. as her touched her, he looked down at her, seeing the soft smile on her face. 

“eddie—you already have.” she means it. the books he’d introduced her to, the friends that he’d helped her make, the things he’d taught her—they were all her world. knowing him so innately: his hobbies, his personality, his touch was her world. he looked unconvinced, shaking his head. 

“princess—”

“i ran away from my parents,” she interrupts him. it takes him a moment to process it, before his mouth hangs open in shock. there’s a joy in his eyes that she can’t miss, though, “and if i’d never met you, i’d still be stuck in that fucking hellhole.” his face hardens a little, not wanting to play into this when he knew it was still fruitless, “ed, please. you think i deserve you? you think i deserve your passion, your intelligence—your love?” he blinks at her.

“i don’t—”

“people love you, ed. i love you—and i didn’t deserve yours, but you still gave it to me.” he goes to protest for the umpteenth time, so she stopped him, leaning up to catch his lips with hers. 

he can feel the dampness of her cheeks pressing against his. he doesn’t notice, though, far too enamored by the feel of her soft lips, the desperation in their actions and the need to fix every single mistake he made with that one kiss. his hands wrap around her waist, pulling her into him as closely as he can, and she cradles his neck in her hands.

she tastes like the saltiness of her cheeks, but also like homemade apple pie and just the lightest hint of a minty toothpaste. the taste of cigarettes is unmissable on his tongue, but she likes it a lot more than she probably should have, finding it almost addictive. maybe that was just him, though.

even when their lips finally separate, he can’t find it in himself to move away, nor can she fathom being any farther from him. that was the sense in which, she supposed, he was addictive—finding the withdrawal of him leaving her empty and without true joy. 

with him back in her arms, it had reignited. 

“i’m so, so sorry, princess. i never should have shouted at you, i never should have let you leave.” the whisper tickles her skin, and she smiles softly. 

“you got your—your second chance, munson.” she says it cheekily, hiccuping mid-way through the sentence—and it makes him smile. she’s right, and the realization of the concept sparks him with a new thought.

he wasn’t letting her go anytime soon. 

“i love you.” it’s a whisper into her mouth, and he can feel her grin against him. 

“i need you.” she whispers back, and it makes every molecule of his brain reminding him that he didn’t deserve her, that she was better than him, that he ruined her life halt simultaneously, quelled by her admission. 

she needed him. and maybe, he thought, he was good enough to deserve her. 

it’s the next morning, and he’s up early. ‘never early for anything, eh?’ it makes him smile, remembering the first time she’d approached him at the clearing, with her haughty glares and snobby tongue.

she looked the same—of course, but he couldn’t help realizing how much happier she looked. she had such a beautiful, real smile, and it was a damn shame she’d faked one for so long instead. 

the sunlight streamed in through the window next to them, illuminating her stray hairs and exposed skin. he smiles at her soft features, leaning back as he wondered how exactly he’d been this damn lucky. he never did believe in a god—especially after meeting her—but, if there was one, they’d been kind enough to drop this blessing straight into his lap.

she shifts a little, her eyes blinking open as she catches his loving gaze. she smiles shyly, going to hide her face in her pillow, but he’s quick to maneuver her chin towards him, kissing her softly to wake her up. her smile turned giddy as he lifts off her, and she turns to face him.

“do you always watch people while they sleep, freak?” it’s a joke—an endearing spin on the mocking term. she’s tracing shapes into his chest, averting her gaze.

“if it gets them like this, i can make it an always,” it makes her blush a little, as she glances at the assortment of rings on his bedside table. he’d taken them off per her request—something about the circulation and blood flow. he’d humored her, slipping them off—still so caring, even in her wrecked state last night. she picks up the one with the skull emblem, slipping it onto her ring finger. it doesn’t fit quite right, but, nevertheless, she brandishes it proudly.

“you were right, they do look better on me.” he laughs, pulling her back into the sheets with him. she lets out a noise of shock, before laughing, allowing his frame to engulf hers.

“i’ll get you something similar then… for the real thing.” there’s a smile in his voice, but no humor in his tone. she looks at him, and he’s looking back in earnest—deadly serious.

“you…will?”

“if you want it, i’ll do anything.” it’s corny, but he really does mean it. after the joy she’s brought him, he finds it fair to reciprocate it for her. she pulls him into her, appreciating his warmth in spite of the warm spring weather.

“i love you.” she whispers, her breath tickling him. the words feel imprinted into his skin, “i think i always will.” 

she never believed in forevers—she was too short-sighted for it. people sucked too much for her to latch onto it. this time was different, though. he was different

“my forever.” he mused, adoring the way it sounded, “my dream come true.”

it was an early morning for hawkins. the town was still asleep—the wildlife, the buildings, the people.

yet, for two souls in hawkins’ trailer park, that morning was their first time waking up.

[song28ziegler]

What Your Cat Is Trying In order to Tell You

pet portrait painting There are a lot of reasons why buying a cat is a great idea. They are comforting and relatively impartial. However, purchasing a good pet cat also involves the lot of work with your part. The following post will teach a person everything you need for you to know about proper kitten care. Read on and pay attention to. Keep a clean litter box. Like you, a cat will usually not employ a bathroom that may be grubby. Find a quiet location out of the technique that the box can certainly stay in, and don't move it unless completely necessary. Scoop hues out and about a couple time of day. Make sure to dump the entire box, wash this along with a gentle detergent, together with re-fill that once some sort of week. Choose an exceptional foodstuff. The key to a good healthy cat starts using eating routine. Take a search at the ingredients tag. If you look at just about all "popular" commercial cat food, you could be surprised to find the top compound listed is corn. Cats are carnivores, so hunt for a good food with a real meat as the top substance. You may give more up front, although these foods are typically considerably more nutritionally dense, message your current cat eats reduced as well as the bag lasts more time. If you exchange the old scratching post, the cat may be disappointed while using new one. Preserve money on scratching articles. Wrap your outdated scratch post with some sisal rope to spiff it up. Your cat will get happy not to shed the favourite old post. You will save just a little cash. It is significant to only feed your cat foods specifically made to get kittens. Kitten food contains more excess fat and health proteins to help keep your growing cats body healthy and balanced. Adult cat food items is usually leaner and is certainly not exclusively formulated the similar way as the kitten food. Your kitten will grow really fast in a very short time-frame, so it is critical that that they eat right. Cats can really be so much extra than house animals, they can easily be lifelong companions. It has been determined that cats can decrease your blood pressure, lessen typically the indicators of depression plus help one to live a good longer happier life. In case you feel like something happens to be missing in your lifetime, you might simply the cat. Do you possess a cat along with a dog? Dogs are known for having other pet's meals. This makes it a good plan to have some sort of pet cat feeding place high up good enough that your puppy can't arrive at it. This particular also makes sure the fact that both don't fight around waters. Do not delay also very long to deal any waste materials that possesses accumulated in a cat litter box. When left dirty intended for too long, microorganisms can grow and this can certainly cause health conditions for an individual and your kitten. It is advisable to do this any one day so that you avoid any issues. Make sure that there can be enough litter boxes throughout your home for most of the cats which might be staying there. That can be optimal to have a single litter box for each kitty. If you reside in some sort of home that has a good lot of floor surfaces, there should be one with each flooring for each and every cat. Sometimes you must present your cat a good tablet. Some cats are more challenging than others, nevertheless an individual should reduce their nails first. Next hold the head, open the mouth, in addition to put the pill in. After that blow on the particular cats facial area. This may likely make the kitty riff its nose, and even the tablet will get down obviously. For those who have the kitten, a very significant part of raising the dog is to become him socialized. This kind of means ensuring he is comfy in many situations. These include: handling simply by humans, grooming and nail health care, vet visits, plus various other social situations. The particular time to try this can be between ten in addition to 12 weeks of age. When you bring home a good fresh feline for the 1st time, the experience may be frustrating for both equally of you. As a substitute connected with granting access to the entire residence, create your pet to it has the innovative environment one place from a time. For example, you might site your own cat's carrier inside your research or family den. So long as typically the carrier door is usually opened, you should be around the room together with the dog. As was pointed out previously in this article, at this time there are many advantages for you to owning a cat. However , every cat manager will need to understand what it takes to deal with your feline good friend. Make sure to use the advice given above and the two you and your pet cat are sure to in real time happily along for many years to come.

[anhometech]

The Ultimate Guide to Choosing the Perfect Phone Portable Stand

In our hyper-connected world, our smartphones are our constant companions. From checking emails to streaming videos, we rely on our phones for almost everything. But what happens when you need to prop up your phone for a video call, recipe tutorial, or hands-free entertainment? Enter the phone portable stand—a small yet essential accessory that can make a big difference.

1. Why You Need a Phone Portable Stand

Before we delve into the specifics, let’s discuss why a phone portable stand matters:

Hands-Free Convenience: Whether you’re attending virtual meetings, following a recipe, or watching cat videos, a phone portable stand allows you to use your phone hands-free. No more awkward balancing acts or strained wrists.

Better Viewing Experience: Tired of holding your phone during long Netflix sessions or Zoom calls? A portable stand ensures a comfortable viewing angle, reducing neck strain and enhancing your overall experience.

Stability and Security: A well-designed phone stand prevents accidental drops and keeps your device secure. Say goodbye to wobbly surfaces and precarious situations.

2. Types of Phone Portable Stands

a. Adjustable Desk Stands

These versatile stands are perfect for home or office use. They sit on your desk or table, allowing you to adjust the height and angle. Look for features like rubberized grips and 360-degree rotation for maximum flexibility.

b. Foldable Pocket Stands

Compact and portable, pocket stands are ideal for travelers. They fold flat and can slip into your bag or pocket. Despite their small size, they provide stable support for your phone.

c. Clamp-On Stands

If you’re short on desk space, consider a clamp-on stand. These attach to the edge of your table or countertop, freeing up valuable surface area. Great for video calls, FaceTime, and live streaming.

3. Key Features to Consider

When choosing a phone portable stand, keep the following factors in mind:

a. Compatibility

Ensure that the stand fits your phone model. Most stands accommodate various phone sizes, but it’s best to check the specifications.

b. Material and Build Quality

Look for sturdy materials like aluminum or high-quality plastic. A well-built stand will last longer and provide better stability.

c. Adjustable Angles

Choose a stand with adjustable angles to find the perfect viewing position. Some even offer multiple modes (portrait, landscape, and tilt).

d. Portability

Consider where you’ll use the stand. If you’re always on the go, opt for a lightweight and foldable design.

Conclusion

In summary, a well-chosen phone portable stand can enhance your daily life. Whether you’re a busy professional or a casual phone user, invest in a quality stand that meets your needs.