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I'm there for you babe.

❥ Plot: A group of 3 girls calls their boyfriends at the same time and then they proceed to hang up at the same time. To see whose boyfriend calls back first.

❥ pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x female reader

❥ Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, sweet nothings, banter

❥ Word count: 814

My two friends and I arranged plans to go shopping till our feet felt too tight for our shoes. Instead, we took a raincheck, and my friends and I were now plastered on the floor of my living room, chatting, or some may put it gossiping about our boyfriends. Quite honestly I wasn’t even a slight bit angry because here we were our feet crisscrossed under my living room coffee table, talking about men.

 And hell, I was a sucker for talking about boys.

‘I’ve always wanted to play this game, but it required all of us to have boyfriends.’ My bestfriend Jane announced to Zoe and me.

 I teased jane.

‘Let me guess you wanna borrow our boyfriends, and have your foursome dream come true.’

‘No, but I’ll put that on my things to do when I bored list.’ Jane soaked up the insult which then cause Zoe to take a shot at Jane.

‘Come on y/n don’t encourage her, you know she would only be disappointing 2 more men.’ Jane furiously shoved Zoe’s arm.

‘What I was saying before I was rudely interrupted -I have a boyfriend game. The game is, we all call our boyfriends at the same time and then we quickly hang up before they can answer and we see which boyfriend calls back first. And that boyfriend that picks up first will be crowned the  boyfriend of the boyfriend’s and then -we go shopping and stop talking about boys.’ A smile spread on Zoe’s lips at the idea, but I just rubbed my eyes knowing Bradley wasn’t going to be crowned best boyfriend. The girls were quick to pick up on my emotions. 

‘I already lost because, one Bradley's busy and two He’s not picking up the phone even if someone was holding a gun to his head.’ I stated. ‘He can’t even remember to grab his house key let alone put on a shirt.’ I added a few unnecessary insults.

Jane piped up.

‘Cut Bradley some slack, I bet the only reason he wouldn’t pick up is that- he’s uh- I don't know being a-flying a plane.’ She snaps at her response. 

‘Good point why didn't I think of that? ’ I grab my phone off the couch and go to my contacts clicking on Bradley <3 while the girls go through their contacts too.

‘Ready?’ Jane had her thumb hovering over the call button

‘Yeah but I don’t know why but I’m so scared’ I let out a chuckle, feeling my heart beating faster than usual. Why am I afraid it’s just a game?

We all put our phones down on the coffee table pressing the call button at the same time then all three of us hang up in sync. We look up at each other letting out nervous laughs the anticipation beating through our hearts. 

A few seconds pass and suddenly Bradley <3 is calling me. My jaw drops while the girls comment ‘I can’t believe it.’ 

I answer the phone and put it on speaker to let the girls know my man cared about me.

‘Hi, baby girl.’ Bradley said panting on the other end of the line. I shut my eyes tight smiling like a complete idiot.

‘Hi, babe. Didn’t think you were gonna call back’

‘Well I’m there for you babe.’ He took a deep breath. ‘I’m sorry, I’m panting like a dog I had to do 200 push-ups.’ 

‘No, it’s fine- Congrats by the way Bradley you have now been crowned get this… boyfriend of the boyfriends.’ I bite my bottom lip trying not to let out a squeal not because he won but because I was picturing him drip sweating. I can't believe I'm dating him.

‘Any reason in particular?’ Bradley said trying to keep his heavy breathing to a minimum.

‘for being my boyfriend.’

 ‘The pleasure is all mine.’ Bradley let out a breathy chuckle. ‘Is that all you wanted tell me? Do you need anything before I get home?’

‘No, I can’t wait for my man to come home and hold me in his big arms- I just wanted to tell you that I love you.’ My cheeks started to hurt from smiling. It felt cruel to be throwing dirt on my boyfriend’s name one minute and the next loving on him.

‘Well… I love you too. I got to go I’ll see you when I get home.’ I could tell he was grinning too.

‘Bye hon, love you.’ Before Bradley could say his goodbye I quickly spoke again. ‘I’m also sorry I was shit-talking you earlier.’

‘What!’

‘Love you’ I hung up the phone realizing the other girls were still sitting with me.

‘Wow, I can’t believe your boyfriend was the only one that called you back.’ Jane through her arm over Zoe’s shoulder accepting their loss.

‘Yeah, he’s pretty great.’ I sigh deeply in love

Heaven Bent part 1

Daryl Dixon x female reader

A/n: My first time writing anything for The Walking Dead fandom, but this idea was too cute to pass up! Thank you @ewokiee for all the help!

Summary: The reader finds Sophia lost in the woods, too bad neither of them have any sense of direction. 

Keep reading

by @Kalie_KR

JOSEPH QUINN for Wonderland Magazine 

#How season 4 should have ended (insp)

Mirrorball

PAIRING: Eddie Munson x Reader (pretty gender neutral i believe but if you catch anything LMK)

Summary : Eddie has his sights on Chrissy Cunningham, and who can blame him?

Warnings: slight mention of ED, Eddie being a jerk to reader? Idk Based loosely on the song Mirrorball by T swift. I was listening to it when I wrote this.

It was hard to watch his eyes flutter to her table every time her joyous laugh rung through the small cafeteria. I’m not sure exactly when it began, when his happy, dopey gazes with the hellfire club became longing ones for the petite blonde that sat across the room. I couldn’t blame him though, this is Chrissy we were talking about, the princess of Hawkins high. She had everyone wrapped around her perfectly manicured nails, breaking them down slowly with her sweet smile and kind eyes.

I didn’t hate Chrissy. I couldn’t, ever.

Chrissy and I had grown up together, living just across the street from each other. I sat in her living room, whilst her and her mother were in the kitchen. While her parent figure in her life degraded her appearance, tearing her down slowly.

Our friendship had ended abruptly when we entered high school. Chrissy’s mother had pressured the young girl to try out for the cheer team, and after that the friendship dwindle too practically nothing. To a friendly wave if we happened to pass in the halls, but not of course without a sneer from her football playing boyfriend Jason.

Because of course, freaks don’t mix well with the popular crowd.

Yet the longing gazes from our dungeon master continues.

The fixation begun to sneak into the clubs’ campaigns as the months continued too past. He’d come into 10 to 20 minutes late, a small smile on his face and the traces of old weed and her perfume rolling off him.

That smell made my chest hurt.

And here we are, yet again, waiting for the curly hair DM to arrive, while I set up our campaign.  A soft sigh left my lips, the sound filling the small and quiet room. Then, there was a click, followed by a booming voice. “Hello, my little black sheep!” his voice echoed, walking through the room with a small pep in his step. He ruffled Dustin’s hair, much to the small boy complaint, before taking a plop beside me in his throne.

Weed and vanilla perfume.

My chest begun to constrict.

He wore a lazy smile as he spoke with the hellfire club, taking in all the information the excited boys had for the next campaign. That was until, Lucas spoke up about his next game coming up, and how he’d really appreciate if they could try to make this one, as it was the last game of the season before nationals. And of course, the curly black-haired man scoffed at this.

“You can’t just skip hellfire to throw some stupid balls into a laundry basket” Eddie laughed, which made a soft scoff escape past my lips. I prayed that it was soft enough to not draw attention to myself but based off the glare Eddie was sending my way, I know my prayer was not heard. “Got something to say, sweetheart?” He hissed, trying to present himself as threatening. I shook my head, which caused a small tick to escape from him, before he relentlessly encouraged me to speak my mind. A soft sigh left my lips, before I begun to explain myself.

“I just think its unfair, eds” I spoke softly, “we sit here every day, waiting for the guy who controls our campaigns to show up. You expect us to waste our time and wait for you hand and foot, and you give Lucas a hard time by him just because of this other activity he does, let alone support him in his athletic career.”

“Sounds like you’re a bit jealous, Y/N” he spoke, “No eddie, I-“ I begun to say, but he cut me short, with the raise of a ringed hand, and sharp nod. “If you don’t like what my rules are for Hellfire club, your more then welcome to leave it”.

And that’s when my chest collapsed.

I took in a sharp breath, while Mike and Dustin began to talk over Eddie. He begun to yell at them, as my chair scraped out from beneath me. Eddies brown eyes gazed up at me, the slight recognition of what he had just said changing his face in the slightest. Reaching into the front pocket of my ripped black jeans, placing a red and black marbled swirled D20 in front of him. His eyes flickered from my face, to the dice I placed before him, before back up at me.

“happy 2 years of Hellfire, dungeon master.”

second best- e.m (pt 2) 

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Female!Reader

Summary: with chrissy now off to college with her boyfriend, jason, eddie turns to you and wants to begin a relationship, making you feel a certain way about being his second choice.

Warnings: angsty angst, second choice, eddie being dumb, confrontation, crying, steve being the best mom friend

Request?: No

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: i got the most amazing request to do like a little women type of thing between chrissy, eddie, and chrissy’s sister inspired by the jo, laurie, and amy relationship and i thought it was absolutely brilliant, so here it is! also i’ve aged chrissy up to about 19 and reader is 18, while eddie is 20 :) enjoy! -sava

part one | part two | part three

One week.

One week has passed by since you’ve seen your best friend. The man you’ve been used to sharing stories with during spontaneous sleepovers in his stain-filled bed and falling asleep on his shoulder during your movie nights. One week since that same man crushed your spirits, stomping and pulverizing them in front of you. No calls, no visits, just the empty house you’ve known since your parents brought you home from the Hawkins hospital. 

Your parents decided to extend their trip a bit with Chrissy overpacking and needing some more help getting adjusted to living on her own for just a little longer. You weren’t complaining, as with the circumstances that left you being alone overnight for the first time ever made you well adjusted. Plus, you felt as if you needed some more time to wrap your head around everything, and your parents finally coming home won’t help the headspace you needed to avoid. The comparisons would start the minute they walk in the door and the absence of Chrissy settled in.

As much as you loved your sister, it hurt to be constantly in her shadow. She was your parents favorite child, star athlete thanks to being captain of the cheer squad, and now going on to do great things at a great university, while you weren’t sure what it was you wanted to do with your life yet. You loved running the paper and being in debate club, but you weren’t sure if those would still stick with you once you walked the stage of the Hawkins High auditorium. That was what you admired most about Eddie, his determination and drive towards his ultimate goal.

He knew he was going to be a big rock star since he was in middle school, he would remind you and Chrissy of that any chance he got. He wand his band were going to take off any minute now, soar the charts and become overnight sensations, selling out a world tour and headlining every venue and music festival. You vowed the moment you became his best friend you’d be by his side and support him during his entire journey. Now, you weren’t sure that was still a possibility.

Being second best to Chrissy was something you had grown used to, but never did you think it would happen with Eddie. You had accepted the fact that a romantic relationship was never in the cards for the two of you, opting to stay happy and content with a friendship that couldn’t be broken by anything, at least, that’s how it used to be. But then he tried to kiss you and settle for you, as if it was just some thing that needed to happen now that she was off to college and out of Hawkins for good, settling for the crumbs that were leftover from the delicious Thanksgiving dinner. And it hurt.

It fucking hurt.

On top of everything, you felt as if you had no one to really go to about this. Only a few people knew about your crush on Eddie, and you had no desire to spill your guts about your dilemma at the moment. In most stressful situations you encountered, Chrissy was always the person you’d go to. Being your big sister, she always knew exactly what to say to get you to think clearly or point you in the right direction. But with this situation involving her directly, and her off at college living her new life, it wasn’t an option. So here you were, left to your own devices, a week of thinking and stressing about the future between you and Eddie, platonic or not.

You park the car in front of Family Video and make your way towards the entrance. The allotted time for the videos you rented to your movie night with Eddie was up, and maybe seeing your friends would cheer you up a bit. Steve and Robin always knew what to say to get your spirits high, or even higher if you just wanted to hang.

“Welcome to Family Video how may I-oh! Hey Y/N,” Steve greets you, his smile stretching from ear to ear. You return his smile, your lips tight and teeth remaining behind the barrier of your mouth as you approach the counter. You place the tapes in front of Steve and tap your nails against the surface.

“Just here to return those,” you say simply. 

“How’d you and Munson like them? I’ve been meaning to check out this specifically,” Steve asks, picking up the tape that had just began to play when everything went down between you and Eddie. You look down at your hands, trying to avoid eye contact with the man known as ‘the hair’.

“We, uh…we didn’t finish that one. Some stuff came up,” you let out lightly. You sigh to yourself as the silence around you and Steve begins to thicken. You hear the gears and ringing of the cash register as you continue to look away, all around the video store.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks you. You knew Steve had grown into quite the understanding person within recent years, finally growing out of the asshole popular kid who only cared about reputations and looks. You knew it had something to do with the kids he looked after, the kids you had grown closer to since they became friends with Eddie last year through Hellfire. You always appreciated his advice, but you were still in a funk about the entire thing, not in the mood for talking much.

“Nope, just need a distraction. Any new movies come in since last week?” You deflect. 

“Unfortunately no, but I know you said you wanted to finally check out the Star Wars trilogy, and the person who had Return of the Jedi just returned it, so I saved all three movies for you,” He tells you, reaching beneath him and pulling the three tapes onto the counter. You gasp and jump a bit, excitement surging through your body for the first time in a week. You were so thrilled that you didn’t hear the bell to the door chime, alerting everyone that someone new had arrived.

“Steve! You shouldn’t have. This is going to be amazing,” you exclaim, beating your fists in excitement against the counter.

“What’s going to be amazing?”

Suddenly, you felt your blood turn cold and shivers run up your spine at the sound of that familiar voice. You turn slowly to see the frizzy curls that you to fill you with as much excitement as just felt with getting to watch Star Wars. All happiness that you were temporarily experiencing was gone, taken away by the sheer sound of his voice.

“Uh, Y/N is going to finally watch the Star Wars movies, that’s all,” Steve says, trying to break the tension in the room. 

“That’s great,” Eddie says, faking enthusiasm. You hear his heavy footsteps walk around the other side of the counter and off to the horror section. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding in, shifting your attention back to Steve. His features soften at the sudden change in your demeanor.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re ok-“

“Just ring me up, Steve. Please?” You mumble out. He simply nods and begins to process of ringing you out. You keep your head low, but every so often you watch Eddie walk about the store. You had no idea what was going on in his head, but his lack of reaching out to you made your heart sink. Did he not realize what he had done to you? Or did he just not care?

“Alright, Y/N, you’re all checked out,” Steve tell you as he passes you the tapes. He gives you a soft smile and you just look at him as you grab the tapes.

“Thanks Steve. See ya later,” you tell him quickly, before running out the door and towards your car. You’re quick to open the driver’s side door and jump inside, tossing the tapes gently on the dash. You jump out of your skin when you see the passenger door flip open, but quickly calm yourself when you see Eddie jumping in and slamming the door shut.

“Get out of my car Eddie.”

“No, not until we talk,” he tells you, his body facing you and eyes boring into you. You know you have to be strong and talk things out with him. He’s been part of your life for so many years, but he also broke your heart when he called you by your sister’s name, essentially settling for you while still thinking about her.

“Spit it out then,” you say coldly. Your keep your eyes ahead of you looking out towards the hood of your car. You hear him sigh and the clanking of his chains as he shifts around a bit.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” he begins, letting out a sigh. “I know you probably hate me for what happened last week, and I’m sorry for the way things went down. I shouldn’t have had that much to drink and I shouldn’t have put your feelings on the line,” he tells you. His voice was soft and you felt as though it was sincere. You turn to him and look at his big, round, brown eyes, the ones that always left you in a puddle on the floor. 

“I could never hate you, Eddie,” you tell him simply. You watch the serious look on his face creep into a smile, his eyes gleaming at your words.

“Really? Good, because I was thinking-“

“I’m not done,” you tell him, holding your hand out to try to stop him. “Just because I don’t hate you, doesn’t mean I don’t hate what you did. Eddie…you really hurt me. The feelings I had for you, they were real and strong and clouded all my judgement most of the time. I thought I could handle you having a crush on my sister and pushing my own feelings aside in order to be your friend-your best friend. But when you said what you said last week, it broke me in ways I can barely fathom into coherent words. You called me Chrissy for crying out loud Eds,” you explain to him. You watch him nod and look to your floorboard, the look of shame and guilt you hadn’t seen much from him seeping into his features.

“Had?” He asks, quirking a brow at you.

“I’m sorry?” You question, confusion smeared across your face.

“You said the feelings you had for me. Do you not think of me that way anymore?” He asks, turning his body towards you once more and looking back into your eyes. You let out a soft sigh and shake your head.

“I don’t know. I’ve been in pain for a week and it’s given me a lot of time to think about the situation, how it all went down, and so many outcomes from how we can go on from this,” you tell him. You feel your eyes prick with tears and you swallow down a sob, the raw emotions coming from this conversation really hitting you. “I don’t think I can continue loving someone who doesn’t truly love me the way that I love them. Hell, I’m not even sure I can move past it and be friends.”

You watched Eddie’s face fall at your words, his eyes full of sadness and his jaw hanging open. He grabs your hands and holds them in his own.

“Y/N, please. I-I can’t lose you, I need you. Please just listen to me-“ he begins to say, but you’re quick to cut him off.

“Eddie, I’m sorry I can’t. Not right now. A-and I’m not sure when. But I do know I need you to get out of my car because I can’t take this anymore right now,” you explain, letting the tears race down your cheeks as you choke out the words to him. You’re breaking your own heart at this point, but it might be better this way.

Right?

“Y/N, please-“ he chokes out, tears of his own welling in his eyes.

“Eddie, please let me go.”

He slowly lets go of your hands and sits in the passenger seat for a moment, his head hung in defeat. You turn to look out the driver window, trying to muffle your sobs by putting your hands over your mouth and choking them back more. The passenger door opens once again and you feel the movement spread throughout the car, and the door closes softly. You watch as Eddie walks around to your side and hops in his van that was parked in the space beside you, starting his engine and speeding off down the road, not caring if he’d get pulled over or crash the damn thing.

You finally move your hands away from your mouth a grip your steering wheel as you let the cries escape the barrier that is your lips. Resting your forehead against the wheel, your whole body shakes as you let your true feelings out, screaming and tears streaming down your cheeks. No one ever said heartbreak was easy. Maybe it would for the best that Eddie wouldn’t be in your life anymore. Or maybe it wouldn’t.

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