hi! i'm star and i write about whatever my little brain is fixated on! i try and make my work as gender neutral as possible and i try to make it so all races can read it and enjoy it! i hope you all enjoy my work and send me any ideas you guys have!
tw under the cut of things i'm not okay with writing about!
things i WON'T write about: anything that has to do with ANY kind of self harm, rape, non con, anything that romanticizes mental illness, step-incest, and abusive relationships
here's a little sneak peek of that miguel smut i mentioned with a twist🤭🤭 i hope it gets you all excited for it hehe!
MDNI!!! i will happily block you with no hesitation, this is your warning! reader is fem presenting and miguel calls them mami lolz >-< smut under the cut!
moans and whimpers fall from your soft, swollen lips as you lay against miguel’s chest. he has your legs spread wide open, his fingers delicately tracing circles onto your clit, not going as fast as you need him to be
“m-miguel, please-”
he shushes you and kisses your neck.
“you look so pretty spread out for me like this mami. such a pretty girl.”
he smirks as his eyes flicker to the man in front of you both, struggling against miguel’s webbing as the tent in his pants makes itself evident. miguel leans down to your ear, whisper softly as his speeds up his fingers, your back arching as you buck your hips against his hand.
“come on baby, show peter how pretty you look when you cum for me.”
a/n: tomorrow is my first day at my new school orientation and i wrote this instead of sleeping BSJNSISJ BUT!!! can we please talk about miguel being needy?? i know most (if not all) of us see him as a dom or at least someone who likes to be in charge….but the thought of him CRUMBLING underneath your touch???? walk with me yall… i hope you all enjoy this!! as always happy reading and credit to the gif owner! wish my luck for tomorrow pls
THIS IS A SMUT!! if you are a minor DNI!!! this is ur warning!
warnings: unprotected sex, (wrap before u tap) miguel being needy(ish), lots of spanish phrases and stuff, not proofread (that's a warning itself), all lowercase is intentional, that's all i can think of rn yall im ngl
reader doesn't use any pronouns but miguel does call them "mami" and reader has fem presenting anatomy, reader also doesn't have any specific racial qualities!
“and peter….pinche cabrón, don't get me started about him cariño, we're lucky that lego spiderman got there when he did.”
“i know miggy” you sigh out as your hands work and massage his muscles, trying your best to get all the knots out of his body. he groans and leans more into your touch, his hands flying up to massage his temples.
“i just, i need them to listen to me.”
a hum leaves your mouth as you place a soft kiss between his shoulder blades, smiling when you can practically see his worries melt away the second your lips meet his skin.
“you work so hard, don't you guapo?” you whispered in his ear.
he throws his head back to look at you, grunting and nodding his head.
“pobrecito, you're just trying to take care of them, yeah?”
it's pathetic and he knows it is, but he can't help the way his eyes close and how frantically he's nodding his head. you get him, you understand him in ways nobody else can and he loves you for it.
you leave your spot from behind the couch and settle into his lap, gently pushing his hair out of his face.
“who takes care of you then baby?”
he shakes his head, almost as if he's silently saying no one, but that's not true. you both know how far from the truth that is.
“want me to take care of you miggy?” you pull away from him and gently grab his chin making him look at you. “want me to make you feel good?”
“please” he practically whines out. his hands flying to your hips as he leans in close trying to close the space between you both.
thats all it takes for you to put your hands on his chest, your lips against his as you slowly push him back to relax onto the couch.
“pobrecito miguel,” you whisper against his lips.
“just wanna be taken care of don't you?”
he nods his head, bucking his hips up to meet yours as your lips graze the side of his neck.
“you work too hard miguel. let me do the work tonight, yeah?”
a broken groan leaves his lips when he sees you sink down onto your knees smiling up at him as you place a kiss against the bulge that's straining against his spider-suit. you giggle quietly as your hands come up to gently massage at his thighs, causing him to buck his hips up against the air above him.
“so eager baby. you need this don't you?”
he nods his head again, parts of his suits already starting to disappear.
“please.”
you shush him, your hands playing with the waistband of his boxers as you slowly pull them off his legs.
“it's okay, guapo. i'll take care of you now.”
he doesn't have time to comprehend what you're saying because your hand is already wrapped around him, stroking him slowly. he moans quietly when he sees your tongue leave your mouth and wet your lips.
“f-fuck, just like that cariño.” he whimpers out when you lean down and kiss the head of his dick. he feels his eyes widen and nearly roll to the back of his head when you start taking him down your throat.
“w-wait amor- ah!” his claws are out and digging into the couch.
“‘s t-too big f-for you-”
you roll your eyes at his words and quickly shove him down your throat, looking up at him with tears pricking your eyes as you gag around him and try and catch your breath.
miguel throws his head back, claws ripping the couch cushions apart as he feels your throat close around him. you pull off him with a pop and panting trying to catch your breath.
“never too big for me querido.”
you lean down again kissing his thighs as you stroke him.
“the perfect size for me. so big and pretty just for me.”
miguel groans at the feeling of your mouth on him again. your hand reaching for his shaky one as you place it on top of your head silently asking him to set the pace for you. he lifts his head up slightly, a small smiling making it's way onto his features as both of his hands cup your cheeks and start bobbing your head back and forth.
“aye, que linda mi amor- fuck!”
you moan around him as his thrusts become quicker.
“look so pretty like this baby…”
a gag leaves your mouth as he hits the back of your throat, chuckling lightly.
“‘s okay baby, you can take it, así. so good for me.
his hands release you and you pull away from him coughing a bit as you try and slow your breathing.
miguel quickly reaches forward and brings you into his lap, kissing you passionately as his hands reach under your (his) shirt gripping at the skin he's been dying to feel. a growl falls from his lips as he rips the shirt off of you and roughly tugs at your shorts.
“how much do you like these shorts?” he mumbles against your lips.
“i can live without them.”
a yelp escapes from you as the cold air meets the bare part of your lower body.
“i'll buy you new underwear too,” he pants out as he leaves kisses and small bites on your neck. his hips buck up to meet yours but you shake your head and grab onto his wandering hands, pinning them down against his side.
“i'm taking care of you.”
you reach down between you both, the head of his dick teasing your entrance as he looks up at you with hooded eyes.
“please,” he whines out. “take care of me mi alma.”
moans leave your lips while a string of curse words in english and spanish fall from miguel’s lips. his hands grip onto the couch cushions once again before you reach for them and interlock your fingers with his.
“feels so good miguel.” you moan out, bouncing slowly on top of him.
his head falls onto your shoulder as his hands gently squeeze yours.
“fuck, keep riding me like that cariño.”
he lets go of one of your hands, bringing his hand down and smacking your ass. a tired smile dancing on his lips when you arch your back into him.
your thighs feel like they're on fire but when you look down at miguel and see the blush on his cheeks and see how fucked out he looks you decide to ignore it. moans leave your mouth when miguel reaches up to play with your boobs, his tongue occasionally wrapping itself around your nipple.
“fuck miguel!” your hand falls between your bodies, messily rubbing circular motions on your clit making you clench around miguel. he groans loudly and finally lifts his hips up to meet yours.
“que rico mami, feels so good.” a breathy laugh fills your ears.
“i can feel you tightening around me- oh my god.” his head falls onto your shoulders and his hands grip your hips, holding you still as he thrusts up into you.
“feels so good cariño. fuck, you’re gonna cum? huh?”
you moan loudly and nod your head frantically, your hands flying to his shoulders as he holds onto you.
“just like that baby, good job- fuck.”
your hips are grinding down on his as you moan and tighten your grip on his shoulders.
“‘m close miguel!”
his lips are all over your neck and chest before you hear him panting in your ear.
“i know querida, fuck. c-can feel your pretty pussy clenching around me.”
he moans and then lets out a chuckle as he drags his fangs across your neck.
“cum for me amor, wanna feel you make a m-mess all over me-”
a loud groan leaves his mouth as his grip tightens around your hips when he feels you clenching around him and making a mess all over him.
“good job baby,”
he grunts out, his hips slamming against yours as he chases his own high.
“s-so fucking good for me, making a mess all over me- fuck! s-so fucking wet and t-tight.”
his lips slam into yours and you both swallow each other's moans as he fills you up, his thrusts becoming weak and messy before he holds you still against him. you giggle softly when you feel him smile and pant against your lips leaning up just a bit so he can gently kiss you.
“let's get you some water mi vida,” he whispers softly, pulling away from you and moving a strand of hair out of your face.
a/n: me being happy cause my no sabo ass can finally start using the little spanish sayings i've learned/said throughout my life😭😭not sure how to feel about this or how it ended....just the thought of miguel coming home and COMPLETELY unwinding and being putty in ur hands....it does something to me okay?? i just wanna take care of him pls as always i hope u all enjoy this and credit to the gif owner! <3
warnings: none really! cursing, some spanish, (that's probs not good i'm sorry my luvs i wasn't taught my native language </3) miguel being soft then grumpy lol, not proofread (that's a warning itself).
no pronouns are used in this story and there wasn't any specific races mentioned so everyone can read!! i'll probs do a translation of the phrases i used later👁️👄👁️
There was one thing that was certain about Miguel O’Hara, and that one thing was how private he was about his life. It was no surprise to anyone at headquarters how private he was about his life outside of Spiderman. For all they knew, Miguel practically lives in his office. From the moment they stepped foot into the building, to the moment they walked out, Miguel would be there staring at the screens that were in front of him.
There was something different about today though. Something different about this week. It hadn't been the best week for any of the Spider-people down at headquarters, meaning it definitely wasn't a good week for Miguel. Anomalies were escaping, villains were destroying cities, and Hobie missed a morning debrief again, yet Miguel hasn't blown up yet. Not even a cold icy glare was sent their way.
“This is weird…” Peter mumbled to himself as Mayday crawled up his body, sitting on his shoulders giggling as he watched Miguel talk to Hobie calmly.
Gwen lowered herself down from the ceiling hanging upside down beside him.
“I was thinking the same thing.”
She flips over, landing on her feet effortlessly.
“Doesn't he usually start yelling by this point?” Pavitr asked, following closely behind Gwen.
Peter slowly nods his head, his eyes not leaving the sight in front of him, but widening more when he sees Miguel laugh at something Hobie says.
“Did he just…?” Peter mumbles quietly to himself
“Oh yeah, he did,” Gwen says while grabbing onto Mayday.
“Awe nah,” Miles said, swinging next to them.
“Yall remember when he tried literally killing me?! Ain't no way bros just out here laughing now.”
“Laughing with me too at that,” Hobie said while turning around and watching Miguel leave before facing his friends again with a sly smile.
“You all thinking what I'm thinking?” Hobie asked.
“We go home early?” Peter asked while taking Mayday back from Gwen, placing her in her carrier.
“We kidnap him for questioning-”
“We follow him home-”
“We leave him alone to bathe in his happiness!”
Four pairs of eyes all fall on Pavitr as soon as the words leave his mouth, causing him to nervously clear his throat.
“I’m just saying…maybe it's best if we leave him alone. I mean, do we really want Miguel to be angry and start yelling at us again?”
-
“I guess we do want Miguel to yell at us.”
Pavitr whispered harshly, earning four loud shushes as they hung off of a random building.
“Are you sure this is the right place?” Miles asked quietly as he put his hands up near his eyes, peering into the window.
“Has to be,” Hobie replied with a smile as he grabbed onto Mayday who was crawling up to the roof.
“We followed him here ourselves!” Gwen exclaimed. “He has to be here.”
Peter gasps and ducks out of your eyesight, pulling down Gwen and Pavitr with him and shushing everyone.
“Oh my god, we should've listened to Pav-”
“Yes, you should have.” Pav cut off with a smile.
“This is someone else’s house!”
Miles whispered as he kept looking at the window, silently thanking the universe for his invisibility powers.
“Miles! Get down already!” Gwen said while looking up at him, but her words go into one of Miles’ ears and out the other as he watches Miguel walk into the home with a familiar scowl on his face.
“Wait! Miguel just walked in.”
Interest peaked from everyone as they all make their way over to the window, peeking inside and gasping when they see you jump into Miguel’s arms
“I don't believe it…” Gwen quietly said to herself.
“Huh, well that's something I didn't expect.” Peter followed.
“Oh, this is great! Miguel is in love with someone! Do you think anyone else knows? What about Jess? Or maybe even-”
Pav’s words are cut short when Mayday starts banging on the window when she sees the large familiar man her father works with. Gasps leave the mouths of everyone when they hear the exchange between you and Miguel.
“Miguel…why is there a baby sticking to our window?”
“Dios mío, pinche Parker…”
Peter feels his heart drop when his last name leaves Miguel’s lips. He reaches up ready to grab his beautiful daughter (and possibly say his last words to her) but grabs onto a chiseled face instead.
“Oi, he's a dead man now, yeah?” Hobie whispers to his friends.
Peter slowly looks up, giggling nervously when he sees Miguel's face in his hands still.
“Parker, let go of my face.”
Peter quickly drops his hands and starts stuttering over his words to explain why he's there with everyone until Miguel holds up a hand to stop him.
“You five,” he said, gesturing to the group. “In the house.”
The group wastes no time as they all swing into Miguel’s house carefully trying not to knock anything over. It's now that they take the time to look around his decorated home, smiling when they see pictures scattered along the wall. The place is nice, it screams Miguel and someone else, they just don't know who yet.
“Parker. Your baby, please.”
Peter looks back over at Miguel who stands perfectly still as Mayday begins to climb over him into the arms of a giggling you.
“She is just adorable! Mira que lindo, Miggy! Don't you just want to eat her up?”
Peter’s heart swells when Mayday giggles at your compliments, his eyes widening a bit when he sees Miguel smile at you.
“Yes, cariño she's cute, but I think she needs to go back with Peter.”
Peter steps forward with his arms out, chuckling when Mayday jumps into them. Miguel turns to face them all, ready to send them back home when he sees the looks on their faces.
“Fine,” he sighs. “Ask away.”
“Are you the reason he’s nicer now?”
“How long has this been going on?!”
“Does he glare at you when you mess up things too?”
“This couch is lovely. I have to know where you got it from.”
You laugh softly as questions are thrown your way a mile a minute. Miguel grumbles to himself as he walks over to the kitchen table, your hand in his as he drags you to sit onto his lap.
“You happier at work now guapo? Hm?”
The team collectively gasps when a pretty rose color makes itself evident across his cheeks as your hands run through his hair, tangling itself with the strands resting on the back of his neck.
“Mi alma...not in front of them.” he quietly whines while hiding his face on your shoulder.
“No way he's blushing right now,” Miles mumbles under his breath to Hobie.
Miguel shoots him a glare, his eyes glowing red as you let out soft coos and bring his head against your chest.
“Yah Miggy, cálmate por favor,”
You look over at the spider people standing around in your living room, getting up from Miguel’s lap and walking over to the fridge.
“Are you guys hungry?” you asked while looking over your shoulder and smiling at them.
“I didn't make enough dinner for all of us but I'm sure I can find something to cook real quick!”
“Amor, they were just leaving-” Miguel starts, but is cut off quickly.
“I could eat some food.”
“I'll take some water if that's okay!”
Peter walks over to Miguel’s food, grabbing a piece of food from his plate and humming in contentment when the flavors melt on his tongue.
“This is amazing! What seasonings did you use?”
Miguel can't even comprehend what's happening as everyone rushes over toward you, stealing your attention away from him. He takes a moment to let everything sink in as his eyes fall on you smiling and laughing while holding Mayday in your arms. His heart swells at the sight in front of him, feeling nothing but happiness at the fact that you get along with people he's grown close to over time. That happy little bubble he's in quickly pops when he sees Peter standing over the stove with Hobie and Miles, eating the food you cooked as if they haven't eaten in years.
“Please, have some. We insist.” Miguel said under his breath, his arms crossing over his chest.
“Fank…you!” Miles said with a mouthful of food. Homie and Peter followed him giving him a thumbs up with a smile.
Miguel takes a deep breath, his hands flying to his face pinching the bridge of his nose as he makes his way over to you while mumbling under his breath.
“No puedo mas, no puedo mas, no puedo mas.”
He smiles as Mayday jumps from your arms into his, his hands finding their way under her tiny arms as he lifts her into the air laughing with her.
“Do you really need your daddy Mayday? I'm sure you can stay with me and mi vida, no?”
Mayday laughs, her hands loudly coming together as she claps, then puts her hand into her mouth when Miguel settles her onto his shoulders.
Peter quickly gulps down the food that was in his mouth as Gwen lets out an awkward chuckle.
“Something tells me we’ve overstayed our welcome…”
Peter nods his head quickly, snatching Mayday off of Miguel and offering you a smile.
“Yeah, we should head out soon, pretty sure MJ is cooking lasagna tonight.”
The rest of the group walked toward the window they entered in, their heads looking over their shoulders waving goodbye to you as they thank you and hope to meet again soon. Miguel wraps his arms around you from behind as he watches them all filter out the room one by one, swinging their way back home.
He sighs and rests his head on your shoulder.
“Everything okay Miggy?” you ask quietly as you reach out behind you to play with his hair.
He nods his head, his arms squeezing you just a bit tighter as he starts to leave kisses where your shoulder and neck meet.
“Just tired cariño, even when I'm away from work I can't escape them.”
You chuckle and turn around to face him, your arms draping around his shoulders as you place a kiss on his cheek.
“They just wanna see what's got you so happy at work now guapo,” you whisper quietly. “They’re your friends and they love you.
Your hands come to rest on his cheeks, your thumbs gently caressing his skin. He leans into your touch, a small scoff leaving his lips.
“They aren't my-”
“They are your friends.” you lean up a bit to gently place a kiss on his lips, smiling when you pull away and watch him follow your lips.
“They're your friends and you love them, Miguel.”
He smiles, placing another kiss on you as his hand tangles itself in your hair, attempting to bring you closer to him.
“Fine,” he mumbles, pulling away with a smile. “They're my friends and I love them, but not as much as I love you.”
Your hands slide down to his chest and grip the shirt he's wearing, bringing him closer to you, ready to get lost in the feeling of him before a voice breaks you both away.
a/n: LMAO hey yall this is my first fic after a LONG time and it's from across the spiderverse😭i can't help it i love that movie sm. ANYWAYS i was listening to so anxious by ginuwine and i got this idea sjjsisj i hope you all enjoy it bc it was so fun to write! happy reading and credit to the gif owner!! <3
warnings: none really, some cursing ofc, hobie lowkey teasing you, not proofread (bc that's a warning itself), and me not knowing how to write with a british accent in mind (i'm so sorry)
this fic doesn't have any gender specific pronouns or any specific racial qualities so it's free for EVERYONE to read! <3
You were staring. You knew you were staring too, but how could you not? Your eyes fell onto Hobie’s hand as he did god knows what with the technology that was spread out in front of his desk. Your eyes trailed up his toned arms, blushing you remember how easily he could lift you up no matter what.
“You're staring again, love.” his voice broke you out of your thoughts, your eyes flicking over his face.
God, he's so pretty. Your heartbeat speeds up when the sun shines on him just right. The golden light reflecting off of his piercings nearly blinded you but not in the same way his beauty was. Your eyes fall to his sharp jawline, up to his lips as they sit in a small frown. God his lips. Heat flows throughout your body as you imagine his lips pressed against yours, leaving gentle (and not-so-gentle) kisses all over your face. Before you have time to admire the rest of him he turns to you, a smirk replacing the frown that was on his lips.
“I got something on my face? Why you staring so much?”
A familiar warm feeling falls over your cheeks as you reluctantly tear your eyes off of him and nervously look down at your hands.
“Nah, Nah,”
His hand reaches out and gently grabs your chin, making you look at him again.
“Don't go acting all shy now. Why you staring at me so hard, hm?”
A soft whine leaves your lips as you hide behind your hands, peeking at him from the spaces between your fingers. Your heart is racing a mile a minute and you feel like you can't breathe with the way he's staring at you. As if on instinct you shrug your shoulders, clearing your throat nervously as you calm your nerves.
“You're a shit liar,” he chuckles. He gently grabs your wrists, prying your hands away from your face, as your eyes look everywhere except at him.
“What, you not gonna stare anymore?”
“Hobie…” you whine throwing your head back with a giggle.
“That's my name. Don't wear it out now, yeah?”
Finally, your eyes land back on him and his beautiful face.
“Ah, there you are,” he says softly as he brushes a piece of hair out of your face.
You feel yourself getting lost in his facial features again before he snaps his fingers.
“Oi, don't go off in your own little world now. What's going on with you?”
A smile stretches across your lips.
“You're pretty,” you say quietly, almost as if you've never told him this before.
He smiles at you, his hands gently gripping your waist as he brings you close to him.
“Yeah?” he asks, a teasing tone lacing his deep voice.
You nod your head as your hands rest on his cheeks, gently caressing the skin.
“Should see yourself then. A real piece of art is what you are.”
Your giggles fill the room making him smile. He could listen to you laugh all day and never get sick of it.
“‘M serious Hobie!”
His brows furrow.
“Yeah, I am too. ‘M not one for labels but you're easily the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Besides myself of course.”
Your laugh fills his ears once more and he swears he can feel his heart skip a couple of beats, he's not sure how he's still alive right now. He places a kiss against your lips, smiling into the kiss when he feels you sigh happily and wrap your arms around him.
He pulls away looking at you with hooded eyes and gives you one more peck before he returns to the broken device that’s sitting in front of him.
“Just keep admiring me for a while, ‘m almost done here, love.”
You sigh happily, relaxing on the couch as your eyes scan over him once again. You're staring again. You know it, Hobie knows it too but he doesn't mind.
He never even had a problem with it in the first place.
hey guys i feel like i should tell u all that i'm alive LMAO
i apologize for disappearing but shit literally hit the fan back to back to back like oh my god cant a girl get a break😭
i've (sadly) been drifting away from stranger things and have been struggling to write but i have this ONE robin fic i've been working on for months so bare with me pls
a/n: tumblr pls don't be stupid and cut my fic short i WILL die this is a fic i wrote but never posted LMAO have y'all heard the song strawberries and cigarettes by troye sivan?? if not u should cause that's what inspired me to write this :) i hope u guys like it and credit to the gif owner!
warnings: modern au bc why not, smoking mentioned, the word girl is used like once, eddie being a little sweet and stupid, not proofread (that's a warning itself), and the italics are texts between reader and eddie!!
Do you still have my lighter?
I never took it
Okay, I just wanted an excuse to see you. I’m outside
You smiled down at your phone and looked out the window, your heart skipping a beat when you see Eddie standing outside of his car.
Is this your way of asking me to come outside???
Maybe?
Mkay. I’m coming
Sneaking out of the house has become a talent of yours ever since you started seeing Eddie. You knew you probably shouldn’t be seeing him, but you couldn’t help it. There was something about him that always reeled you back in. He wasn’t a bad guy or anything, but he wasn’t the best either. He’s had some fights at school, and a couple of run-ins with the cops, but it was nothing serious. Just some noise complaints from old people about how loud he and his band were.
“What do you want, dork?” you asked while approaching him with a smile and stuffing your phone into your pocket.
“I just wanted to see my best girl.” he chuckled while hugging you. He let out a sigh of contentment once your arms wrapped around him. You were the one thing in his life that wasn’t fucked up.
“Everything okay?” you whispered while looking up at him.
He shushed you and started swaying you both back and forth.
“Let me have this moment. Just real quick.”
Eddie was someone who always had to be doing something. He had to have his mind occupied or he’d start thinking too much, and that's never done him any good.
“Do you wanna go out?” he asked while pulling away.
“We’re already dating-”
“I meant like...go somewhere, you loser.”
You let out a small laugh and grabbed his hand.
“Okay. let’s go.”
He smiled and reached into his pocket to grab his keys, but was met with nothing. He let out a nervous chuckle and reached into the other pocket, but was greeted with the same thing.
“Eds...you didn’t-”
“I drove here! Where could they-....ohhhhh,” he mumbled while turning around. "I can explain."
You let out another laugh as you watched Eddie stare at the inside of his car with defeat in his eyes.
“D-did you really lock your keys in y-your car?!” you laughed out while clutching your stomach.
“Shut up,” he whined out while turning around and pouting. He let out a sigh and tossed his lighter to you while grabbing a cigarette from its pack.
“Light my cigarette baby?” he asked while leaning in with the small stick sticking out of his mouth.
You weren’t sure what it was, but you loved lighting Eddie’s cigarettes. Maybe it was because he only asked you to do it, or maybe you liked how close he was to you when you did it. You gave him a small smile and lit the cigarette for him.
“So what do we do now?” he asked while blowing out the smoke that was once in his body.
You shrug your shoulders and leaned against the car.
“We can just walk around-”
“Can I kiss you?” he asked while throwing his cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. You felt a blush creep onto your face as you looked down and let out a giggle.
“You just can’t get enough of me can you Munson?” you whispered while looking up at him.
He let out a nervous chuckle and shook his head. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Enough of you? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of such a thing.”
Your heart skipped a beat as you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked into his eyes.
“Are you gonna kiss me?” you whispered while leaning in a bit.
He leaned in close enough so that if any of you moved just a teeny bit, your lips would meet. “I don’t know, do you want me to kiss you?” he asked quietly. You nodded your head and looked down at his lips then back up to his eyes.
Eddie was known for being a very passionate person. He always puts his all into everything and kissing you was no exception. Even if he didn’t mean for the kiss to be passionate it always was. His lips were soft and warm against yours, and he never knew where to put his hands. Sometimes they would find their place at your waist, or the back pockets of your pants, but you knew where their home was. It just took Eddie a while to get to it. Eddie loved holding your face when he kissed you. He loved how soft your skin felt against his fingertips, and he loved it when you leaned into his hand when you pulled away from the kiss. This time he was the first one to pull away this time.
He looked at you with a smile on his face as you leaned into the palm of his hand. He chuckled as he pulled you in for another hug and let out a sigh.
“You’re right,” he mumbled and looked down at you, grabbing your chin gently. “I can never get enough of you.”
Sorry for bothering, but I'm looking for a fic where Eddie and reader are friends since childhood and she's in love with him. Time goes by and Eddie gets a girlfriend who got pregnant and left him with the little girl. Eddie and reader raise the child as theirs and they get together....ex comes back wanting to have a relationship with the child and Eddie starts to ignore reader.
Sorry if it's confusing. Thank you a have an amazing week
hello love! i'm doing okay and i hope you are too :)
unfortunately i haven't been reading much eddie fics recently (been back on my bucky barnes bullshit) so i'm not too sure what fic it is you're talking about :( if anyone knows pls let anon know so that they can read it!!
i wanna do a blurb on fuckboy!eddie but i would make him the biggest dick ever😭😭😭like he would be unredeemable and he would definitely NOT get the reader
summary being chased by a creep is really scary. steve's happy to be your fake boyfriend and do what's necessary to scare him away (2.0k).
warnings stalking, protective steve <3, some angst + lots of fluff!
notes hello 🥹 this is the same fic i posted in august last year, but i've gone thru and edited it! it's now a little longer and hopefully better LOL i hope you enjoy 💗
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“shit.”
you can’t help the curse that falls from your lips as you weave through the crowd at the starcourt mall entrance. of all the days a middle-aged weirdo had to harass someone, it had to be you, and today: the day before fourth of july. when the entire population of hawkins was scrambling for last-minute supplies.
if the stalker didn’t get to you, you’re sure you’d being trampled by the crowds would probably kill you.
you fold your arms tighter, fingers locked in a vice grip around your upper arms, and duck your head as you hurry through the busy parking lot in a last-ditch attempt to lose your stalker.
an idea springs to your mind.
it’s rushed and stupid and totally cliche but being chased by a freak hasn’t left you with enough energy to come up with something creative. you’re sick of it; you just want to be left alone, to feel safe.
you’d already tried “no thanks, i’m not interested, sir,” and “my boyfriend’s waiting for me,” and you’re pretty certain anything with more bite would backfire.
you’ve exhausted all your other options. though you’re not sure it’ll work — it only seems to happen in chick flicks and romance novels — your spent mind figures the fake-boyfriend thing is your last resort.
***
you see a boy in the distance. he’s a few metres away, not far enough to hide the realisation that he’s broad, handsome. he rounds the front of a maroon bmw and props open the rear passenger door, and a small curly-haired boy steps out. he’s quickly followed by a swarm of young, equally fresh-faced pre-teens who hop out.
you’re not even sure how they managed to fit in the backseat. but you don’t think about that for long.
you quickly approach the handsome boy, steps more frantic now as you feel your stalker closing the distance.
here goes nothing.
***
you’re standing in front of the boy, tilting your head up, when you register the kind brown eyes, the golden glow of his skin before your eyes move to the lovely smile on his face.
he’s breathtaking in a way that has you wishing you’d been able to meet him in better circumstances.
you push the thought away.
before you can think it through, you’re wrapping your hand around steve's wrist, tugging him down so you can speak closer to his ear.
“hi. so sorry to do this but, this creep has been following me for ages, and,” you fight the way the wobble in your voice as you continue, “i keep trying to get rid of him but he’s still there, and i just don’t —”
you’re rambling. but steve is far from annoyed.
the confusion on his face quickly fades; it’s replaced by furrowed brows, a deepening frown, as you talk. you can see the genuine worry filling his face; you see it in the crease between his brow, the way he holds a big hand, asking for a consent you give gladly as he interlocks your fingers.
“hey,” he says softly, effectively cutting you off before you can spiral further, “you’re okay, and you’re safe. i’ve got you.”
you feel yourself relax when you realise his actions are as reassuring as his words.
steve’s thumb rubs gentle circles across the back of your hand. the soft authority in his voice, determination never faltering, has the tension in your shoulders easing.
biting back a grin, steve adds, “not my first stint with a douchebag, unfortunately.”
a tentative smile forms on your own face.
“thanks so much, really,” you say, swallowing hard as you look up at him. it’s hard not to shy away from his gaze, almost intimidating in its sincerity. the heat flooding your cheeks is utterly unwilling to leave as you’re distracted by how warm his strong body feels by your side, how grounding his calloused hands feel around your own.
he feels safe, and for a moment you forget why you came up to him in the first place.
***
your body is quick to react as the creep approaches. your grip on steve’s hand tightens. you don’t register it.
steve feels it.
steve’s grip stays firm as your hand trembles. he senses the terror in how clammy it feels, in your vice-like grip, and he can’t help the surge of protectiveness he’s feeling. steve’s angry, hating how you have to fight the way your body wants to crumple, to flinch as the creep approaches.
steve doesn’t hesitate to step forward, his body swiftly shielding you from your stalker’s view. hand still in his, you’re caught off guard by how his presence quickly becomes commanding.
the rage is visible on steve’s frame but you can tell that none of it is directed towards you.
“back away, buddy,” steve’s voice is hard, scarily calm, “away from my girl.” the creep opens his mouth to interject, but quickly clamps it shut. you see his eyes flicker unsurely as he scans steve’s body, taking in his larger size, the anger radiating from his body, before the creep turns to you.
you’d laugh hesitation in his eyes if you weren’t holding your breath, gauging his response.
the creep retreats. you feel like you can breathe again.
you don’t want to let go of steve’s hand, but you do it anyway. it’s reluctant, but the smile you give steve is anything but: serene, wholly sincere and filled with gratitude steve feels you don’t owe him. a look passes between you, and somehow, you sense steve understands what you’re not yet able to say aloud.
there’s a lingering concern in steve’s softened gaze as it takes in your figure, a little frazzled but, still, okay. you’re okay.
steve exhales. both hands move to rest on your shoulders; you let the comforting weight settle you.
“you okay?” steve asks gently. his shoulders slump inwards. it’s a change that is barely visible, but you’re standing so close that you feel the air shift as his body does. he bends at the knee until you’re at eye-level, and you realise he’s trying to make himself smaller. for you.
your heart aches.
lifting one hand, you reach up to let your fingertips graze steve’s hand where it rests on your shoulder. you giving him the most reassuring smile you can manage, you nod.
“i’m good. really,” you punctuate with a gentle squeeze of his hand, “thanks to you.”
the worry doesn’t leave steve’s face. you want to reach out and smooth the lines of his furrowed brow, but since you definitely can’t do that, you keep speaking.
steve’s body relaxes a little at your assurance, but his eyes remain downcast. guilt begins to settle in your stomach; you just want him to smile, like he was smiling at his younger curly haired friend and his friends, like he smiled at you before everything happened.
you nudge steve’s side. “y’know you did a stellar job pretending to be my fake boyfriend? tom cruise has nothing on you. really,” you nod faux-solemnly, placing your palm flat to your chest. you’re not an actress by any stretch, but you try for him anyway.
it works.
steve finally cracks a smile at your teasing, your exaggerated, terrible acting, and his eyes crinkle in the corners; only a little, but it’s far too cute. he looks unfairly handsome like this, and you bite your bottom lip and pray you don’t look as hopelessly giddy as you feel.
steve’s on the same boat.
he can’t help the flush that blooms across his cheeks as he looks at your sparkling eyes, brightening smile and realises that he wasn’t pretending. steve’s worry for you was genuine; he really would have done anything, whatever it took to see this same look in your eyes, the smile on your face. steve’s glad that the heat today is sweltering — maybe you’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and accept that his cheeks are pink from exhaustion and not the way you’re making his heart flutter.
“no thanks necessary. please,” steve pauses for a moment. “but, um, as your fake boyfriend, i think i should definitely know your name? and take you out on a date?” steve says it like a question. this isn’t going as well as he’d thought. usually, steve has no trouble talking to pretty girls (especially after robin’s training) but steve thinks you’re way too pretty and it’s messing with his game.
you’re trying really hard (failing) to stop the smile on your face from widening at his hung mouth, the flustered hand he runs through his hair.
you tell steve your name. he finally smiles, looking relaxed and happy as he tests it out. his honey-brown eyes shine.
“steve. harrington,” he adds, not breaking eye contact.
“well, steve harrington, i would really like for you to take me out on a date,” you tease. pausing for a second, you purse your lips thoughtfully before adding, “ice cream? i’ll buy. scoops ahoy?” you ask steve. he smiles a secret smile, and nods. he’s so enamoured.
because, without realising, you’ve grabbed his hand and slotted your fingers between his, not unlike the way you’ve slotted yourself into his heart.
“i haven’t been yet. but my friend’s always raving about it. m’not really sure if she means the ice-cream’s good or if the girl working there is ‘so hot y/n, oh my god,’” you add, raising your pitch to impersonate your smitten best friend, giggling.
steve chuckles, shoulders shaking with the movement, and squeezes your hand. “sure. scoops works well. i’m super familiar with their menu.”
“sweet tooth, harrington?”
“something like that.”
***
“hey! steve. you agreed,” you emphasise as you try to reach for your dollar bills; steve’s holding them above his head. it’s a low blow.
“didn’t make me pinky-promise, did you, sweetheart?”
sweetheart. you feel your heart thump, fingers momentarily halting their playful (but very serious, thank you very much) attack on steve’s raised arm. it’s all the time steve needs, lightning fast reflexes pulling his wallet out of his back pocket, pulling the dollar bills out before you even realise he’s moved his other arm at all.
steve ignores your light-hearted protests as he passes the dollar bills to robin.
“low blow harrington,” you grumble goodnaturedly.
“s’yours next time,” steve promises, eyes twinkling.
as if.
***
less than two minutes later, steve harrington silently vows to buy you all the ice cream your heart desires. it’s right after he hears your happy hum as you try the u.s.s. butterscotch sundae, as he sees your bright smile as you scoop another spoonful and manoeuvre it towards steve’s mouth, your free hand cupped underneath the spoon.
“so good,” you explain, trying not to feel suddenly shy as steve raises a brow at your gesture. your nerves vanish a second later, when steve leans forward to take a bite.
“so good,” he mumbles, mouth full of ice-cream.
you gave him a huge bite. steve has strangely sensitive teeth and he’s more prone to a brain freeze than the average person.
steve should be feeling cold discomfort, but he just feels warm.
you’re beaming at him now. he returns your smile tenfold.
***
robin heads to the back of the store after she serves you and steve. seeing her best friend so happy brings a genuinely happy grin on her face. it quickly morphs into something cheeky as she finally adds a tally to the ‘you rule’ column.
robin’s putting the marker back down and pressing on the lid when she hears your bright laugh. peeking through the half closed doors of the wooden blinds, she takes it in: steve’s thumb brushing away a drop of ice cream. it feels intimate, and she closes the wooden door with a small smile.
she knows the whiteboard won’t be necessary anymore.
i'm sorry but steve looks like the type who would enjoy you washing his hair. like he would come home exhausted from work and life in general, but today was really tiring.
"right day?" you'd ask.
"this kid managed to sneak into the back and his mom yelled at us for the last ten minutes." he'd mumble while flopping on the bed.
you let out a hum. "wanna shower?"
he knew it wouldn't be anything sexual so he nodded his head. you go turn on the water and get it warm. he'd sluggishly walk in and start taking his clothes off, but you'd step in to take his shirt off.
you'd both get in at the same time but you'd make sure that the water hit steve first. he'd let out a groan, feeling like his body was finally relaxing. he'd turn around to wash his face and get his hair wet and when he turns back to you he sees you squeezing shampoo into your hand.
"here, you get in the water." he'd mumble while switching spots with you. depending on your height he'd either bend down a bit or just lean his head back into your hands. as soon as you start massaging the soap into his scalp he swears he's in heaven. he'd lean into your touch closing his eyes as you scrubbed away his worries and stresses. suddenly today's events don't matter and he's not even thinking about how tomorrow he has to switch the comedy section with the action one. all that matters to him right now is you and your magical little fingers.
not wanting to break the comfortable silence, you tap his shoulder letting him know he's good to rinse away the suds away. you start to grab the shampoo to get ready to wash your own hair now but steve's hands stop you.
