Down With Crush (Loki X Female Reader) (18+)

SILVER ➳ BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST

➳ summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can't stay away.

➳ pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader

➳ warnings: will feature smut, suggestive themes, angst, age gap; Reader is 20, Bucky is 30

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➳ If you love SILVER, check out my original fic on Wattpad; MY SWEETEST ADDICTION

FLOWERS

Hades!Bucky x Persephone!Reader

Bucky watched as Y/n laid in the flowers, the soft light from the sunset giving her the glow that the underworld had taken from her.

Her hair, once nice and tidy this morning with no tangles, now had small knots and flowers braided into the strands.

The god sat a few feet away, admiring how his lover twisted the flowers in her fingers. He let out a soft sigh and made his way over to her.

He stood over her, carding his fingers through her hair. "It's time to go now, flower," a soft frown made its way to her face.

"Can't we stay a little longer? Please Bucky?" She looked at him with pleading eyes as she begged.

"No, we need to get home now. I have some important work to get done." He told her, holding his hand out for the girl.

A frown made it's way to her face, upsetting the god as he hated seeing her face in such a way. "But Bucky, you could always finish it later! Are you sure we can't stay just a little bit longer?"

"No. We are leaning now." He said sternly, making the girl jump slightly and her frown deepen. He took a deep breath and leaned down to her height. "Besides, Cerberus probably misses you by now."

She didn't want Cerberus to be lonely, but she also didn't want to leave the flowers. She looked out to the lake and sighed.

"Alright, but can we come back tomorrow? Please?" She looked at him with her big doe eyes. The god of the underworld sighed and pushed some of her hair behind her ear.

With a sigh and a nod of his head, he slipped his hand into hers and lifted her from her spot in the grass. "We can, as long you promise to leave now with no more arguments."

She smiled brightly as she wrapped her arms around the king. Bucky scooped her up into his arms and started making his way back to their home.

"Wait! I almost forgot something!" She moved around in his arms and he carefully set her back on the earths floor. 

The king watched as her bare feet ran over to the spot she'd previously occupied, leaning down and picking something from the tall grass.

She turned back towards him, hiding something behind her back as she quickly made her way back to him. He raised his eyebrow questionably.

"What do you have?" He peeked behind her to see what was in her hands. The Gods eyes widened as she placed a small flower crown upon his head, moving a few strands of his hair so it'd sit perfectly upon his head.

"There, now we can go home," she smiled up at him and slipped her hand into his. With a kiss to her forehead, he slipped his hand into hers and lead her back to the underworld.

let me know if you want more hades!bucky and what you want to see

- also posted to my wattpad, @ pwettylouis

The people who love Eddie Munson were def Team Jess when it comes to Gilmore Girls. You look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong.

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐘𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 || 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

summary: in which you forget your wallet and offer eddie a quid pro quo. oh, look at you using big words! [eddie munson x bimbo!reader]

cw: smut || 18+ only [ft. oral sex (m receiver), reader is dumb (obviously, so if that bothers you.. goodbye!]

a/n: i rewrote this entire thing 4 times 😃 i still don’t really like how some parts turned out but let’s pretend it’s because i’ve stared at it for hours on end and not bc it’s actually bad <3

“That’d be 20,” Eddie says, sliding the bag of weed towards you over the wooden table.

You open your bag to look for your wallet only to not find it in its usual spot. You look inside the bigger compartment, ruffling through makeup bags, receipts and strawberry lollipops but come back empty handed. You look back at Eddie, offering him an anxious smile, “Just a sec.”

He nods and rests his forearms on the table, toying with the wristband of his watch while he watches you open all three of your makeup bags, the glass bottles and compact powders clinking against each other. 

His eyebrows raise at your mumbled curse. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. S’just…” you giggle nervously, twirling a strand of hair. “I forgot my wallet. Silly me.”

Eddie grimaces in pity. “Well that’s unfortunate, sweetheart, but you know what they say…” he takes back the plastic bag and dumps it into his toolbox, closing the lid sharply. He smiles sarcastically, “Flattery doesn’t pay the bills.”

Your shoulders drop as he stands up, but before he can put his leather jacket back on your face lights up, resembling a cartoon having an eureka moment. Or so Eddie thinks. “Wait! I could pay you some other way, if you want!”

“Cash only, you know the rules.” Your twinkling laughter lets him know he said something stupid, which coming from you should probably bruise his ego a little. “What?”

“That’s not what I meant, silly,” you chuckle, adjusting your position on the bench and leaning forward conspiratorially, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Eddie gulps as your eyes drag down his body to his groin then back up to his face. “I meant, I could do you a little favour.”

“A favour,” he repeats blankly. 

“Yeah, like a little– ugh, what’s the word?” You muse, your front teeth trapping your lower lip. Eddie has to admit that the way your brows furrow in concentration is adorable. “Oh, yeah, a little quid pro quo! I suck your cock, you give me the weed for free,” you sing-song, smiling at him. 

Eddie is many things. A freak, a nerd, an academic failure, a drug dealer. He is not dumb, though, even though the vast majority of Hawkins High would like to defer. So it’d be very dumb of him to turn down a blowjob offer from one of the prettiest girls in Hawkins. 

He’s seen you around town before, walking around with your short skirts and dresses and tight shirts, heeled mary janes that probably cost more than anything inside his trailer clicking against the pavement. You were one of the few people in Hawkins that didn’t cast him aside, in fact, you had always been kind to him whenever he got the courage to talk to you. 

Whether it was because you were simply too nice or because the fact that he was Eddie “the Freak” Munson just flew over your pretty little ditzy head, he’d never know. 

So sue him if he had a teeny tiny crush on the local airhead.

Then he remembers the hunk who usually had an arm wrapped around your waist. The meathead that would bump into his shoulder if they crossed paths. The jackass that would make your shoulders drop and a sad look cloud your face when he mocked you as you played around with the figurines on display in the comic shop he frequented. 

His mood sours.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” 

“Yeah, but he won’t mind. Half the weed is for him anyways.” You shrug, clearly unbothered. “Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t been sneaking around with like, half of his girl friends behind my back. At least I’m doing this as a favour to him.” 

Eddie’s eyes widen. “Shit, no way.” 

“Yeah, he must think I’m stupid or something. I mean, I’ve already found three different fake nails in his car. Do I look like the type of girl to wear black nail polish?” You tilt your head to the side, your shiny purple nails clicking on the table. Eddie shakes his head with a snort. “Exactly! So, are we gonna do this or not? I have a hair dresser’s appointment in like an hour.”

Eddie shifts in place, kicking some leaves up in the air. As much as this is a dream come true, he doesn’t wanna take advantage of your predicament. Hoping you don’t take it back, he asks, “You sure this is cool?” 

“Yeah, it’ll be fun!”

He wonders if your idea of fun is usually this fucked up but finds himself nodding in approval. “Yeah, sure. Fuck it.”

You clap your hands in excitement and stand up, your skirt flaring as you twirl around to walk to the opposite side of the bench. You stand in front of him, fingers linked together as you bounce on the balls of your feet. “So, like, do you wanna stand or sit down?”

Eddie stares at your glossy mouth as you talk, down to your low cut top that exposes the swells of your chest, and lower to your short skirt that will most likely rise up if the barest hint of a breeze passes you by. 

“I, uh, I think I’ll sit,” he says, lowering himself to the bench. He gulps when he’s face to face with your boobs, your nipples straining against your shirt.

Yeah, he thinks as his cock stirs awake, sitting down was the smartest choice. 

“Wait,” he grabs his jacket and dumps it in front of him. “For– for your knees. So the leaves don’t hurt you,” he explains when he sees the confused look on your face. 

Your heart swells inside your chest. You have to clutch it to make sure it doesn’t burst from the seams. “That’s so sweet!” you cry and give him a quick peck on the cheek before kneeling between his legs. 

You shuffle until you’re in a comfortable position, caressing his thighs gently when you’re done. “It’s super comfy, Eddie. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he exhales, watching in anticipation as you unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans. He helps you out by raising his hips, pulling down his boxers himself just enough to get his cock out. 

Your mouth falls open. “Oh, wow.”

His cock isn’t even fully hard yet but it’s still an impressive sight, barely thicker than it’s longer and decorated with two cute veins on either side that lead to the pink tip. Your favourite colour. 

You reach forward to touch him but he shifts back awkwardly, shoulders drawn up. “Sorry about the mess,” he says, more pink coating his cheeks. If he keeps this up you’re going to fall in love. “I didn’t think I'd be getting blowed during a deal so, uh, y’know… housekeeping missed a week.”

He’s embarrassed, you realise, catching up to the misunderstanding. About his… pubic hair? You laugh internally, how dumb is this boy?

“I don’t care about that, dummy,” you keep stroking his inner thigh, now touching his skin. He’s so warm. 

Your honesty is so clear in your eyes that it helps him relax. Your hand hovers above his mound and only touches him when he nods shakily, petting it softly. Your eyes light up with happiness and god, Eddie loves that shine on you. “I think it’s super hot, actually. Kinda wish my boyfriend kept it like this.”

Eddie sighs as you litter warm kisses around the base. His dick twitches when your nose bumps against it. “He doesn’t?”

He doesn’t know why he asks, but he’s curious. So very curious to know what you see in that asshole, what it is exactly that Eddie’s missing. And maybe, just maybe, he feels a burst of proudness when you shake your head with a sad pout. 

Eddie: 1

Asshole boyfriend: 0

Your kisses move upwards, your lips pressing sweetly all around his cock and your tongue tracing the veins. Eddie is practically vibrating with anticipation, his hands hovering on either side of your head like he doesn’t know if he can touch you. 

“You can touch me, Eddie,” you mumble against his length, the vibrations sending a shiver down Eddie’s spine. “You can do whatever you want. Here–” 

He swallows down the whine of despair that threatens to come out of his throat when you pull away, has to bite his lip to stay quiet when you take off your top and your tits fall out.

You take his hands and press them to your chest. “Feel them,” you guide his fingers so he can squeeze them, letting out a breathy moan in response. Encouraged, Eddie does it again, this time by himself, and sneaks out of your hold to twist your nipples. “S-soft, aren’t they?”

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he corrects. 

You swallow harshly, the praise and Eddie’s eyes glued to your boobs creating a gentle warmth inside you. “I, uh, thought you might’ve wanted something pretty to look at. Trees can get a little boring. A-and you can use them as stress balls, too! Just anything y’want, really…” You shake your scattered head and grip him once more, Eddie cursing from your sudden movement. “I’m gonna suck you now, ‘kay?”

“Whenever you want, sweetheart.”

Something in the tone of his voice makes your thighs clench together. 

You purse your lips and dribble some spit onto the tip, spreading the rivulettes around with firm strokes. Eddie’s breathing hardens, and when you finally wrap the soft cushions of your mouth around the head and suckle on it like the lollipops you’re always munching on, it’s like he’s stopped breathing all together. 

“Shit,” he curses, the feel of your wet tongue swirling around turning his brain into mush. He can’t think straight, not when he looks down and sees you slobbering all over him, slurping loudly as your head bobs up and down enthusiastically.  

“Holy fuck, that feels so good.” You’re fighting back your gag reflex, he can feel it– your throat contracting around him as you try your best to fight off the urge to throw up, desperate to keep him snug inside your mouth. The spasms cause his head to fall back, the grip on your tits tightening until you’re whimpering. 

You’re a sputtering mess when you pull away, spit dripping down your chin and onto your chest, which is panting with the effort to relieve your burning lungs. You keep stroking him, though, your fist gliding with ease thanks to all the drool you left on him. 

“Look what you did to me,” Eddie says, eyes glued to the tip that oozes precum like a leaky faucet. You follow one of the pearly white drops on its path down to his balls and, never having been a wasteful person, lick it up. 

Eddie groans the feeling of your soft tongue kitten licking his heavy balls. “Do that again,” he begs, hands leaving your chest to keep you down where you are, pressing you against his base. You’re overwhelmed with all things Eddie: his scent, his taste, the sounds he makes as you plop both sacks into your mouth and suck them. 

Eddie slumps back against the table, the sharp edge digging itself into his back but he doesn’t care. He’s spewing curses and the sweetest sounds you have ever heard. “Oh god, you feel how full they are? How full of cum they are for you? Never got this fucking needy for anyone, I swear to fucking Ozzy or- shit, I don’t know. Feels like I’m gonna explode.” 

Nothing makes you wetter than having a cock in your mouth and the evidence is obvious in your panties. You pull them aside and play with your clit as you roll Eddie’s balls in your mouth, pressing two fingers into your dripping hole in search of relief. Knowing that your digits were sticky with his precum and your spit rips a cute little mewl from your chest, and you press your face further into his groin. 

You sigh in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut while you pump your fingers. With a kiss to each of his balls, you lave your tongue on the underside of Eddie’s cock, flicking the slit to embed his taste in your mouth.

“Oh shit, are you touching yourself?” His voice gets higher from the surprise and the arousal, something rabid growing in his stomach. He combs back your hair so he can see your eyes. “That’s– that’s so hot. You have no idea how fucking hot it is.”

He can’t look away from you. Wants to burn the image of your mouth stuffed full and your teary eyes and your lips stretched wide as you try to give him your best smile. Your nipples are grazing the rough fabric of his jeans, your tits bouncing up and down as you drool all over him.

He doesn’t think he can last much longer, not when you touch him so good and sound so pretty even and he knows he’s the reason you’re so desperately fucking your own fingers. It’s then that the wet heat of your mouth envelops him again.

All hell breaks loose. 

He thinks he’s burning up, he has to be. His skin is hot and sweaty, his mind delirious and he can’t keep himself from spewing the first thoughts that come to mind. “I bet that little pussy is beautiful. Sweet too. It’s– It’s gotta be, with how fucking pretty you are. How sweet you always are to me. Always so nice to me, laughing at my awful jokes. Even if your idiotic boyfriend is around. Goddamit,” he clutches the bench beneath him, eyes screwed shut. “I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. Where- Where do you want it? In that tight throat, that pretty face? Anywhere, anywhere you want.”

You pull away with a lewd popping sound, Eddie’s eyes rolling back. “My face, please. Want you to make me pretty,” you say breathlessly. 

Your inner walls flutter at the sight of Eddie losing himself in his orgasm. He’s always been pretty but now, with his lips raw bitten, his hair a wild mess from running his hand through it, his face flushed and his shirt sticking to his sweaty chest? He’s beautiful, gorgeous, every synonym in the dictionary. 

You await with an open mouth and the second the first spurts of his cum hit your cheek, you’re cumming yourself, movements stuttering and thighs closing in on your wrist. Some of the spurts enter your mouth directly and you gulp them down without hesitation. Others drip down your forehead and cheekbones before they touch your parted lips, your tongue darting out to collect them. 

“Come here.” He grabs you by the back of your neck and leans forward to kiss, not even caring that you’re covered in him. His nose presses against your cheek as he swallows down your whiny moans, tasting himself on your tongue. 

He’ll blame the mushyness on his post-orgasmic bliss, not worried about anything when you’re switching his deep kisses for sweet little pecks that could make his knees buckle. 

“Oh!” you exclaim when you notice the clump of white on the tip of Eddie’s nose. You swipe it off with your thumb and lick it up, not even worrying about your own state. “So, uh, I read that cum is like this super amazing facial… maybe we could do it again sometime?”

Oh, bless your silly little heart.

Combustion (Bfd!Joel Miller x F!Reader)

a/n: so here's some angst?? uh idk i was just chatting with myself in the mirror as one does and this idea popped into my head so have at it i guess

Word Count: 3K OOPS

Warnings: Lots of angst! Drunk Joel, mean Joel, nice age gap (reader is senior in college, joel is presumably in his 40s), like a singular sentence of masturbation, reader is best friend's with Sarah, jealous Joel (but not of another man), lots of tears!

Joel has always been there. 

Ever present, always constant, like air. And the older you get, the more you think he might be a necessity to living in the same way air is. The older he gets, the more you think he might feel the same way.

But if he’s air, then you are fire.

The way you feed into each other can be explosive.

And not always in a good way.

It had started less than a year ago. The summer between your junior and senior year of college. For some reason, last summer…you had grown. You weren’t a kid, or even a teenager anymore, you were 21 and coming into your own womanhood in a way that made Joel look at you a little longer, made his hand brush yours a little more directly.

You pretended like you didn’t notice, like you didn’t purposefully come over to “hang out with Sarah,” just to sprawl out on a pool chair in the smallest bikini you could dig out of your closet. Like you didn’t get up in the middle of the night during sleepovers dressed only in a large shirt and too-small shorts to get a glass of water.

Like you didn’t linger outside his door, listening to his soft pants and moans when he touched himself, whispering your name to the comfortable, dark solace of his bedroom.

Joel knew. You knew. And it all came to a head on a picnic blanket in his backyard under the stars one hot, sticky summer night, providing with one another a kind of passion you didn’t understand yet.

And it continued- it has continued to the present. And now? Now you are preparing for the finals week of your senior year, prepping for graduation and the aftermath of getting that degree. You are crashing at home for a long weekend to build yourself up for that final push. Studying with Sarah and getting to be with Joel made any anxiety dissipate under the soft spring sun.

But that was just for you. For Joel, having you here made things so much worse. He could never think straight when he was around you. It’s not that he blamed you exactly, but it was an unfortunate side effect of your presence. And…he felt inferior to you. 

He didn’t go to college. He went to trade school, and although he is certified and very smart in ways you aren’t. There will always be a part of him that envies your bright-eyed tenacity, and your ability to pursue what you want to go after. He knows he has grit and gumption; after all, he made a life for himself and helped Tommy out numerous times. He was the one with the initiative to go to trade school and start working as a contractor, he was the one that got married and had a child. He was also the one whose wife left him, leaving him a single father. But still, he was capable of providing for Sarah.

But sometimes that jealousy seeps through. Hits him where it shouldn’t. Usually through the bottle. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

It was another late study session at the Millers’. You were gathering up your materials, putting your pens away and stacking your journals atop your computer. You gathered them to your chest and said goodnight to Sarah, closing her bedroom door on the way out. You figured you should say goodbye to Joel, too. 

You found him in the backyard, where he usually likes to hang out if there isn’t some sports game on. He’s nursing a bottle of whiskey, straight, not a lite beer he would usually drink. It makes your brow furrow in light worry, but you know better than to speak up about it. After all, you are half his age, and nobody would want to get lectured by a college student who thinks they know more. 

“Hey baby,” you say softly, grazing a hand on his shoulder as you smile softly at him. 

He turns around abruptly, startled by the materialization of the very person who has taken up a permanent residence in what is starting to feel like his very core. He doesn’t really directly address you, just kinda grunts and nods in your general vicinity, only worsening that worried feeling that is gathering in the pit of your stomach, a sore replacement for the usual fluttering feeling he gives you.

“Uh…is everything okay? Rough day at work?” You ask timidly, tilting your head.

“No.” Finally, he speaks up. There is a gruffness in your voice that you have never heard, certainly never directed towards you. “And if there was, I wouldn’t tell you about it.”

Your head rears back as if you had been slapped. It was a weird dig, making you all the more confused. “Okay, first of all, rude. That’s not how you talk to people, least of all me. And it’s fine if you don’t want to tell me something, but you don’t need to address me so callously like I did something to you.” An uncomfortable passage of silence. “Did I? Do something to you? If I did, can you tell me, so I can fix it? You know I would never mean to hurt you-”

“Jesus, this isn’t about you!” Joel exclaims, standing up. Not everything is! But you’ve got it drilled down in your head that the whole fucking neighborhood, the whole fucking world revolves around you. It doesn’t,” Joel spits rudely, looking at you with spite. His words are slurred, an obvious indicator that he is, in fact, drunk. 

But drunk words are sober thoughts, aren’t they?

“Alright, that’s it. You’re drunk,” you say dismissively, biting back the stinging tears and swallowing down hard on the lump in your throat as you wrench the bottle out of his hand, setting it on the back counter jetting from the wall of the house.

Joel starts to protest, but just steps closer, making you step back instinctively, your neck craning to look up at him. He speaks up again, only twisting the knife in your heart. “When are you gonna stop fucking acting like a know it all? You aren’t my therapist. You aren’t my wife. You have no right to come out here and be all sweet on me and try to right my wrongs. It isn’t your place. Find it.”

And in that moment, Joel sobers instantly. Because of the look on your face. Because of a realization on his part that was long overdue. One that should have come with the changes last summer, but instead lingered in the shadows of something unspoken until this moment.

You are clutching your journals and laptop, looking at him with the scowl of a scorned child, but that look morphs into one of a disappointed adult. Of a hurt lover. Of a broken friend. There is an air of broken promises and false hope that shimmers around the little bubble the two of you had blown, and that he had popped.

In that moment, you grow up in his eyes.

But you’re fighting in your head. Do you walk away, let him sober up, and try again in a few days? Or do you fucking let it rip? 

No. If Joel isn’t going to be the adult, you have to be. You hug your belongings to your chest once again and turn on your heel, hopping off the deck and heading to the gate, your hand reaching out wordlessly.

“Wait. I-fuck, I’m sorry. I love you, you know that,” Joel calls out haphazardly.

In that shitty excuse for an apology, you break, with no regard for whoever heels. “Say you love me,” you say in a small voice, not turning around yet.

“What? I love you…?” He says in confusion.

“No. Say you love me and mean it, Joel Miller. Say you love me like you haven’t been fucking your daughter’s best friend for less than a year. Say you love me like you actually want to be with me. Say you love me like you didn’t just tell me to find my place. Say you love me like you actually love me!” You shout, your voice raising more and more with each statement, turning around and gesturing towards him. Joel pales at your outburst. You sink back into your own skin. “No…fuck you. I hope that you learn to be comfortable with the man you are so that you can love someone else the way they deserve to be. Cause it isn’t fucking going to be me.”

\--/

He’s at your graduation. It’s uncomfortable, the stiff side hug and the smile on your face that doesn’t quite reach the eyes in all the photos. You two barely exchange words, but you try your hardest to not let it bother you.

Your diploma is your achievement, and nothing that happened between you two could dampen your moment. You wouldn’t let him steal that away from you.

Now that you are done with college, you are back with your family for a little bit longer as you try to get your feet under you. With nothing else to distract you, yeah, it is even worse. Joel is right across the street, and of course you still want to be with Sarah. But to be in his house, to be in his presence, to constantly smell him and have him in your senses so often is quite maddening. 

He’s tried to talk to you before, tried to grab you by the arm and pull you aside for the chat, but you just wrench away, shoot him a look of pure betrayal and disgust, and he’ll let you go for a little while longer.

He doesn’t know if he can keep doing this, though. You don’t either

If he’s air and you are fire, you need him to keep yourself ignited. You were a spark before, but he helped you become a roaring tangle of dazzling brilliance.

He had dulled your light when those words were spoken.

In your solitude, without him to attest to anything, you wondered if any of it even happened at all. Was it some prolonged fantasy of your love-muddled brain? A crush for your best friend’s dad gone too far in some sick maladaptive twist?

You know that’s obviously not the case, but any option seems better than how it had ended. The only reason you knew you weren’t crazy was the necklace that you refused to take off. Joel had got it for you, before the two of you were even an item, but late enough where you were an adult, and that connection was beginning to take shape. It was small; 14K gold arranged in a teardrop strand around a small diamond. A gift for you when you first went to college. He had given it to you with a note: “Find your fire and do whatever it is that wakes you up, whatever it is that makes you feel alive. Do what inspires you, what moves you, what makes your heart race. Do the things that ignite passion into your bones. Chase your dreams, follow your heart, capture the moments that take your breath away. Do not settle for mediocrity, you have a fire in your soul and a burning in your heart. Do not let fear, convenience or comfort put out those flames. Hold on to what lights you up — what sets your soul on fire. Let go of what harms you and blind them with your light. You are capable and deserving of magic, of love, of the extraordinary — you just have to believe it. Discover what sets a spark in you, follow its flames and light a fire so big that nothing can extinguish it — there is enough fire inside you to burn brighter than the sun. -Always in Your Corner, Joel Miller”

Sitting on your bed, you clutch that note to your chest, quietly sobbing as you feel the necklace on your collarbones, heavy as a boulder. In that vulnerable moment, you don’t know how you got here.

On his front porch, in gym shorts and a tank top, your hair held up in a claw clip, and your cheeks streaked with tears. He’s standing in the doorway in complete shock, messy hair, shorts, and a gray t-shirt over him as he stares at you. He’s saying your name, asking if you are okay, but you are just trying to gather your thoughts. 

“You-you said to not settle for mediocrity. That I should hold onto what sets my soul on fire. That was fucking you, Joel! You were the one that lit me up! It was always you! And I can’t fucking sleep, or-or eat knowing that I can’t walk past you without feeling like I’m getting the wind knocked out of me! All because of what, you-you got drunk and pissed at me? Why? Why did you do that? Why could you not handle me in that one moment?” You finally burst out, the tears coming back in full throttle as you thrust the note into his hands, up against his chest. You want to hit and kick like a child throwing a tantrum, but refrain, instead just crying into the back of your hand.

Joel wants to reach out. WIth his words, with his hands. He wants to comfort you, but he doesn’t know how far he can gets before he breaks a precarious boundary with you. His warm chocolate eyes scan over the note, remembering how he wrote it with such fondness for you in mind. It hasn’t weaned in the slightest.

“You don’t deserve me. I’m twice your age, I’m a contractor with chronic back pain. I would just hold you back from reaching your full potential, because you are capable of so much more than I could ever give you,” Joel tries to reason with furrowed brows.

“No, no! I did not come over here for you to stand there and tell me why we don’t work! I don’t care! I’m here because I want to be here, and I always have been. I’m not dumb, Joel! You know that. Don’t think I haven’t overthought all of this, considered every way our relationship could go. I’m prepared. I’m ready. I don’t need to listen to you try to give excuses for your emotional insubordination!” You exclaim, pointing a finger down to the ground, a more distinguished way of stomping your foot.

Joel is struck dumb by your outburst. Mostly because…you’re right. He has nothing more to say, no more poor excuses to offer you. He has to own up for his actions, something he has not done in…a while.

“Okay…you’re right. But please…can we sit down? I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he says, gesturing to the porch swing. You sit on the farthest sides you can, too scared to touch each other yet. You are trying to calm your ragged breathing, to get your emotions under control. “I know there are people out there smarter than me. Of course there are! I’m just some man in Texas; I know the world is wide. But I didn’t expect to find a genius so close…across the street…in my bed. With me. I…want to be the man that can help you become what you most want to be. I don’t want to be the one that gridlocks you into some kind of lifestyle just so you can fit into how I live. You are made for so much more than this town, more than me. You’re made of stronger stuff, smarter stuff. And yeah, it makes me a little embarrassed when you go on those wonderful rants about something I’ll just never understand, but I sure as hell would like to listen to you talk about it,” Joel explains, looking down at his hands, wishing he could take yours.

You tilt your head, wiping your final tears away. “You’ve got some idea of what a genius is. Joel…I understand what I’m doing with you. I like being with you. If I felt trapped or held back or restricted, then I would do something about it. You sell yourself so painfully short. You are more than you know. What you just described, listening to me talk about stuff you don’t understand, I feel that way all the time around you! You can talk about cars and materials and power tools and what have you for ages and I will sit there and listen to all of it because you understand all of it in such a masterful way I never could!” You inch closer, feeling more comfortable. “It’s okay to not be the best at everything. We excel in different areas, but that doesn’t make us incompatible. You have to stop self-sabotaging when both of us are perfectly comfortable,” she finishes off quietly, slipping a hand in his.

“God, baby, it killed me to stay away from you at graduation. To watch your big moment, all of that hard work paying off as you strutted across that stage and got your degree, I was a mess. I was bawling down there with your family, and they were so goddamn confused! I just wanted to hug you, and kiss you, and tell you that I am so proud of my sweet, smart girl. Because I am. No…no drunk, jealous bout of rage could ever really take away from that. And I’m sorry that it did. I’m sorry that I said all of that shit and hurt you in just about every way I shouldn’t. I can’t take back what I said. But I can fix what I say and do going forward,” Joel says with a nod, looking up at you dutifully, pursing his lips.

You nod, grateful for the apology as you slide closer, your fingers interlacing as you lean your head on his shoulder. The night is quiet and warm, like it was when you first got together. There’s crickets, and the coo of a dove far off. There’s still just a glimmer of light in the sky despite it being late. Good ol’ Texas sunsets; they last for hours.

Kind of like you and Joel. Bright, dazzling, something truly special to behold, and that could last forever.

Stars - Eddie Munson.

Pairing : Eddie Munson x f!reader.

Genres : very very slight angst in the beginning but tons of fluff.

Warnings : none except some suggestive content.

A/N : take it as an apology for my angst fic sobs.

Synopsis : Eddie has been chasing you for months now, and when he offers you to stargaze with him during one summer night, you can only say yes.

Main masterlist.

wc : ~ 3,800

Tagging : @nkogneatho @sanoinc (I tagged u bc we talked about it but tell me if u don't wanna xx)

Rolling your eyes at his grin, you pushed him away, hiding your amusement from him.

"Oh come on, y/n, I know you missed me."

"Don't take your dreams for reality, Munson. What d'you want tonight?"

"A date. Just one, I swear it'll be enough to convince you, sweetheart," you snorted, taking a step back to leave his side, but Eddie's hand snaked around your arm, keeping you close to him.

"A glass of whisky, please."

"See? You can do it, big boy."

You went behind the counter and prepared his order in the bar, knowing damn well Eddie had his eyes on you all along.

You kept playing the annoyed waitress each time he came into your bar, but him and you knew it was a facade. You actually enjoyed his company, although you would never say it out loud.

You've been working here for a year, roughly, and Eddie was one of those regulars. He came into your bar four months ago, and since that evening, he made it clear that his goal was to take you on a date, something you continually refused to do.

Why? 

You didn't really know, because he was attractive, interesting, and extremely funny. Maybe it was because you knew he would chase you one way or another, and that despite your refusal, he would still be here.

Or maybe it was because you had already gotten attached and you were scared he would let go when you gave him what he wanted.

"Hey y/n, you okay here?" Your co-worker, Diana, put her hand on your shoulder, seeing how tight you were holding Eddie's drink, and only faking a smile, you nodded, leaving her side to join his.

"Here. You wanna pay now or- oh! Is that a new tattoo?" You pointed at the bats on his arm, and Eddie proudly showed it off.

"Yeah, it is. D'you like it?" You nodded, returning his smile. "It's cool, it kinda matches my vibes. But hey, y/n, you told me once you liked stars, yeah?"

"And why on earth are you asking that, Munson?" He rested his chin on his hand, grinning at your curious expression. A few seconds passed before Eddie pulled something from his jacket pocket, and narrowing your eyes, you noticed the small silver keys hanging from his finger. 

Tilting your head in confusion, you crossed your arms over your chest as Eddie wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"What if I told you that this baby opens Hawkins' observatory, huh?"

"You're joking." 

"I'm not, I wouldn't dare lie to you, y/n," his tone held a serious hint, but you shrugged it away, excitement coursing through your veins.

"Let me take you on a date there. Later on tonight, at 8 p.m. "

 He was so determined, and it flattered you very much. The way Eddie stayed all those weeks, trying to make you laugh, trying to make you smile, you couldn't ignore them, and despite the fear of abandonment, you decided to take the risk, for once.

"I'll be waiting for you, Munson. Don't be late." leaving him speechless, you turned around and went back to work, as if nothing happened.

Your heart was threatening to leave your chest; your whole body was on fire, but you faked indifference nonetheless. 

"That's funny, I don't remember seeing you wearing that skirt earlier?" You ignored Diana's comment, only focusing on the mascara you were applying to your eyelashes. But the girl nudged your waist with her elbow, a teasing expression on her face.

"Are you finally gonna see him? Bet you're gonna have so much fun together. He definitely looks like a kinky guy," she winked at you as you slapped her shoulder playfully.

"Shut up, Diana. Eddie is bringing me to the observatory, actually."

"Oh, so you're just gonna see the stars, huh?"

"Yes, miss I'm having sex every night."

"Ouch, you hurt my feelings, y/n," you chuckled at her comment, which tore a smile from her.

"No but seriously, he seems nice. Plus, he's been chasing you for months already, he's a good one,"

You put the mascara on the bench, turning around to face her. You took the time to look at her, biting the inside of your cheek before speaking.

"You sure…? I'm just- I don't know."

"It's gonna be fine, y/n. He's not the same as him, okay?" She took both of your hands in hers as you grimaced, your past relationship wounds still fresh.

"But what if-"

"Eddie isn't like this bastard, y/n. He's not gonna cheat on you. Hell, the guy is literally wrapped around your fingers! Have some self-confidence, he wants you; even a blind man could see it."

You stayed quiet as she comforted you, but the ringing of your phone broke the moment, and smiling warmly at you, Diana motioned to your phone with her chin.

"Go ahead, must be him," Checking the name on the screen, you felt your stomach churn, but you brought the device to your ear nonetheless. 

"Hey,"

"Hey, I'm here, in front of the bar. Are you ready?"

Looking around at your scattered belongings, you stood up quickly before tossing the stuff in your locker.

"In a minute, sorry!" His chuckle warmed you up, relaxing you.

"And here you were asking me not to be late earlier."

"I'm gonna be fast, don't miss me too much, Munson." He barked another laugh. "I'll be waiting for you, then." The call ended with his words.

"Don't make him wait any longer, y/n. Come on, I'll clean the bar, go!" Diana waved her hand in front of you, urging you to leave, and you listened, kissing her cheek before going upstairs and exiting the building by the back door.

Your eyes immediately found him leaning on his black Camaro, and you couldn't contain your smile anymore as Eddie whistled at you.

"Look at you. You look stunning." You snorted as the brunette pulled you to his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"Thank you, Eddie. You don't look too bad yourself," 

"Why, thank you. Ready to see the stars?"

"More than ready." 

The drive to the observatory was filled with both of your laughter, music, and jokes from Eddie's side. You discovered that he could play guitar, a skill he promised to show you another time.

And maybe Eddie didn't realise it, but with those few words he reassured you that there would be another time, and another, and another.

"Okay. You'll go first, because if you fall, I'll be able to catch you, yeah?" You were facing the ladder that connected the bottom of the building to the roof, and as you lifted your head up, you noticed how high it actually was. 

"Don't look at my ass though,"

"I wouldn't dare," you snorted playfully at him as Eddie brought you closer, a hand on your hip.

"But you have to kiss me first, or no stars for you."

"That's blackmailing, Munson, you know ?" He was looking at you expectantly, and you simply sighed, tiptoeing. You could feel his hold tightening around your body as you pressed your lips on his cheek, and you could even smell his cologne.

"Here."

"That- that wasn't what I meant by kiss!" You patted his chest playfully before pulling back, winking at him.

"You should have been more precise, Eddie," he let out an annoyed groan at your words but you turned around, starting to climb up the ladder. As you arrived all the way up, you took a look at your surroundings.

Eddie actually prepared everything beforehand, from a few pillows to lie on the roof to one big fluffy blanket, and it made you smile. Because he was just so considerate, it made you all warm inside. 

As you settled together and finally got to position yourself comfortably, he leaned over you, taking a strand of your hair in his hand.

"At first, I thought you were joking when you said yes. I was waiting for the moment you would turn around and laugh, but you didn't. And I'm so glad you didn't, y/n. Because I'm happy you're here with me tonight." 

"I'm happy too, Eddie. Very happy. " He smiled before humming, satisfied with your words. You stayed silent for a bit, only observing him - rather than the beautiful night sky.

"I also brought some cookies. You like cookies, right?" You snorted because Eddie looked so childish, a huge contrast with the tough act he was usually pulling around you.

"I absolutely love cookies."

"Great. Awesome even! Do you want them-"

"Eddie,"

"Yeah?" He stopped talking as you straightened up.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, darling, always,"

"How much did you have to pay for," you asked, showing the place with your hands, “all of that?”

"I don't think you wanna know," you guessed it was a lot, then. You sighed before looking at the border of the roof, looking away from him, even if you could feel his gaze on you.

"You didn't have to. Wasting your money on that isn't worth it."

"Shut up, y/n. It's not a waste if it's for you. Plus, I'm the one in charge of that shit, yeah? So just enjoy the moment with me."

"No, but, you don't understand, Eddie." You licked your bottom lip in apprehension, parting them after. "I'm not worth it, really. I don't even know why you keep chasing me, I don't know what you see in me that got you that riled up, honestly. I'm just plain boring, and I'm just… me," you finished in a whisper, scared to look at him and see the disappointment in his eyes.

"Oh y/n, come on. Don't pull that shit now. The moment I saw you in that bar, God, you have no idea how mesmerised I was. You were so confident, smiling and energetic. You were quite literally shining, blinding me in the process. And even if I was sure you would turn me off, I still tried my luck, because I don't know, I told myself you were so much more worth it than the other girls I've seen before. Hey, look at me," he cupped your face with his hands, forcing you to focus on him. You could feel your cheeks heating up, but even if you wanted to hide, even if you wanted to escape, you kept listening, because you knew Eddie wouldn't let you go anyway.

"You're so much more than just you, y/n. If only you saw what I'm seeing, God, you would be in awe too. You're worth every second, every minute, and every damn hour of my day. You're so interesting, so outgoing, and just so, so amazing. I'm never bored, I'm never annoyed with you, because that's just how it is. And I know it sounds cliché, I know it sounds cheesy, but I want you. Bloody hell, I want you so badly that it hurts sometimes, because I feel like you will never want me." He smiled sadly at you before pulling back, freeing you from his touch, a touch you immediately missed, the cold air now biting your cheeks.

"Eddie hold o-"

"I don't know if you took pity on me, I don't know if you think I'm pathetic and if that's why you accepted tonight, but-"

"Eddie!" You shouted, effectively cutting him off. He was breathless, a sign he talked too fast and too much, while your chest heaved slightly with deep inspiration.

"I never thought of you that way, never. I just... look. My last relationship has been a fucking hell for me. He cheated on me, gaslighted me into thinking I was the one responsible for that because I didn't want to have sex with him. But right after I gave him what he wanted... he just, he just…" you bit your lip to prevent the sobs, but you could already feel the tears threatening to show. "He just left. He left me behind, saying that I wasn't useful anymore, because hey, what could be the use of a virgin girl if she isn't anymore, right? And I guess- I guess I'm scared. I'm scared of abandonment, scared that if I give you access to my heart, you'll end up leaving me just like he did. And I don't want that, I don't want to be used that way again. It's too painful, you know…?" Your eyes fell on your fingers, a lump in your throat. Silence settled between the two of you as you refused to look up, but you sensed Eddie shifting a bit before he brought his hand to your knee, startling you.

"Y/N, I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide. And I can assure you, I'm definitely not like this guy. If you trusted me enough to let go, you would realise it," he was extremely close to you, but you didn't wince, you didn't shy away. 

Lifting your head up and meeting his eyes, you examined his face, something you did only when Eddie wasn't looking. But tonight, he was looking at you.

"I'm just scared,"

He brought his hand to the side of your face, caressing your cheek as you closed your eyes and leaned into the touch.

"And I promise, there's nothing to be scared of. I won't give you up. I will keep you so close to me that you'll be mad because you won't be able to breathe." You giggled before sighing, your eyes fluttering open once again. 

They fell on his eyes, which had a reassuring sparkle in them, before going south. His lips seemed so inviting, so soft. And maybe Eddie and you were connected, because you both leaned into each other before his hand wrapped around your nape and his mouth connected with yours.

It was a slow and soft kiss at first, before morphing into a deep one. Eddie snaked his arm around your waist and brought you to his lap as your fingers tangled with his hair. His kisses were demanding, but you gladly granted him access when the tip of his tongue teased your bottom lip.

You whined in his mouth when he pressed himself even harder on you—a thing that seemed impossible at first—and Eddie smiled against your lips.

Pulling back to breathe, you started playing with the chain adorning his neck, his hands stroking your hips.

"You have no fucking idea how much I wanted to kiss you like that, baby. Goddammit, feel like it's a dream," he whispered into your neck, and you could feel his lips ghosting over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. 

"Eddie…"

"Keep saying my name like that and you won't sleep in your bed tonight, y/n." 

"God, shut up!" He barked a laugh before pinching your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Y/N, let me in. I swear to God, I'll make it right for you. Give me one chance, just one."

"You already know I'm gonna say yes, dummy." He smiled excitedly before pressing his lips on yours again, holding you so close to him that there wasn't any more space between your bodies.

You nibbled at his bottom lip with your teeth before tugging at it and letting it go, making Eddie grin.

"You're gonna get me all addicted to those lips, huh?" 

"That's the goal, Munson. Now, shall we finally watch the stars? Or do you have something else in mind?"

"No. Sounds good to me, you by my side, cookies and some warm blanket. Come here," you leaned into his chest, your back against his front as his legs surrounded you. 

You kept talking and teasing each other, your left hand intertwined with his as his right arm was around your chest, keeping you close to him.

You must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing you know, a shout woke you up, and it wasn't Eddie's. 

"Fuck, Y/N! Wake up! The security is here! We need to go!"

And well, let's just say that your first morning with Eddie Munson was spent running in the woods, trying to lose the agents. And as the brunette kept laughing and screaming, you could only try to breathe correctly, adrenaline coursing through your veins, a smile on your face.

And you could get used to it. You could get used to the storm that was Eddie Munson. You could even love the craziness, because with him, it was just easier. And well, apparently, your heart has clearly made its choice too. 

Everyone please stop what you’re doing because today is Loki’s birthday

Happy birthday Loki

@staff please don't let the twitter users who are inevitably going to come here due to the elon purchase bully you into changing things.

Don't make tumblr a second twitter. We love our hellsite(affectionate) exactly how it is. they can get used to it or leave. Tis a delicate ecosystem here.

The Confrontation

(Eddie Munson x BFF!Reader)

Summary: How long had you and Eddie Munson known one another? Since first grade? Since the dawn of time? Maybe it didn’t matter. What did matter was that you knew everything about him, and he knew everything about you. Best friends tended to operate that way: an unbreakable alliance of camaraderie. 

Pity you’re putting your fucking foot through it by falling in love with him.

Word Count: 3.3K

Content: Mutual pining, confessions of love, emotional resolution, tooth-rotting fluff, Dustin being a shenanigan-instigator

Eddie Munson was your best friend in the whole entire world.

“Joined at the goddamn hip”, your parents used to complain years ago, when you were always tumbling around in the mud, or raiding the pantry, or watching cartoons and generally being nuisances together. Through elementary, middle school, high school.

Weirdos had to stick together, right?

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drunken proposals

pairing: bucky x reader

summary: too much alcohol leads to proposals

-short little drabble bc I should be studying but I'd rather do something else

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You don't remember how much you've drank but you're sure it's a lot. Everything is becoming so blurry. But apparently, being drunk doesn't mean you can't appreciate a good-looking man.

Bucky doesn't know how long he's been at this party or how much he had to drink, but he does know there's a pretty woman across the room he wants to talk to. He doesn't remember when he first saw you, but he knows you've had his attention from first glance.

"Steve, don't ya think she's so stunning? Ya think she's single?" Steve looks at his best friend laughing.

"You right she probably taken. A doll like that must have someone, so stupid of me." Bucky sighs sadly sipping on his drink.

"Why don't you go ask and find out?" Steve rubs Buckys shoulder.

"Hessopretty. Wantmyhusvand to look like that." you said your words slurred due to the alcohol. Your friend laughs looking where you pointed.

"Imma go and ask him to marry me." you say standing up, your friend catching you since you could barely stand up straight.

"Marriage, huh already?" your friend jokes and you nod confidently shaking her off.

"She coming over quick act normal." Bucky pushes Steve and straightens up almost falling off his chair. Steve catches him and let's out a chuckle.

"Hey! You!" Bucky looks around and points at himself when he hears the pretty woman point and yell at him.

"Yes, you!" You stumble a little when you reach the gorgeous man who catches you. You fall right into his muscular chest. Usually, you would ask for permission before touching anyone, but now you couldn't help yourself so your hands wonder and squeeze the mans chest, and then arms. One feels different than the other, but strong nonetheless.

"Not that I mind that a pretty doll like you is touching me like this but would love to know your name. Bucky finds it cute how you immediately put your hands up and tell him your name.

"Bucky." He introduces himself to you.

"THAT'S A SEXY NAME LIKE YOU!" Bucky backs away a little because you were yelling, he doesn't know why he could hear you the music isn't that loud.

"I know we jus met but got a question for you."

"MARRY ME?"

"MARRY ME?"

You and Bucky say at the same time, and then you both start laughing so hard you're holding on to each other.

"Great! We agree, let's talk wedding ideas!" You happily say, leading Bucky by the arm to dance with him. Bucky follows you like a lovesick puppy, excited to make plans with the most beautiful doll that's walking the earth.

"Should we tell them?" Steve nudges Sam.

"Tell them what?"

"That they've been married for 5 years???"

Sam shakes his head, taking out his phone to film you and Bucky trying to dance while you're absolutely wasted. He would use this video on the wedding you're planning currently but by tomorrow you'll probably come to your senses.

[The End]

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