#Back so I will get to replies and starters if anyone is biting!

[serasvictoria]

Title: Firsts

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary: You ask Eddie to be your first, but unbeknownst to each other your feelings for one another run a lot deeper than expected.

Word Count: 6084

Content Warning: P in V (safe) sex. Loss of virginity. Eddie and Reader are both 18, but it is never explicitly mentioned. Some swearing. One mention of drug use to calm Reader’s nerves. Loads of insecurities and feels.

Notes: A huge thank you to @adrille88 for beta reading and for helping me out with the ending, because I was pretty damn stuck before ❤️

Tagging @blackseapearl @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @istorkyou @quantumlocked310

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“I-is this okay?”

Eddie's voice comes out all shaky, completely devoid of the usual mock confidence that he throws in all the time.

It was almost like all the layers had been stripped away completely from the moment that he had parked the van, stripped down right to the bone, until there was barely anything left.

The one who's responsible for it is you and he would like to think that you would be proud of it, too, if you could actually get any words to come out of your throat right now.

You huff underneath him instead, the sharp intake of air almost as wavering as his own, but you don’t reply. Your eyes are squeezed shut tightly and you’re biting on your bottom lip so hard that he fears that you’ll draw blood any moment now.

“Hey.” Your eyes open then, blinking once and then focusing on him. He presses the tip of his nose against yours until you offer him a weak smile. “You back with me?”

“Y-yeah,” you reply. “Sorry, ‘s just-“

“Hurts?”

“K-kinda, but not l-like… it’s just… f-feels weird.” You try to elaborate, but it’s difficult to find the right words to express how you're feeling. You shake your head and throw in a, “Sorry.”

“What for?” That makes him smile, you being all cute and thinking you need to apologize. “If anyone should be sorry, it should be me.”

“Why?“

“For doing this in the back of an old van.” At least that makes you laugh and he’s thankful for it. It’s a lot better than your slightly pained expression of earlier. “I’m serious.”

“Not like we could do this in my room.”

Your mother was almost constantly at home, always hovering around the house, either to clean, cook or keep tabs on what was going on.

Whenever Eddie came over, she was always asking if you wanted lemonade or snacks, constantly standing in the doorway of your bedroom as if she was afraid that the two of you would jump each other’s bones the second that her back was turned.

So your house was very much out of the question.

“Or mine,” he answers.

“Well, we could, but you’d have to clean it first.” There’s some mild discomfort laced through your smile and Eddie momentarily wonders if you're still sure about this, if you're only smiling to stop him from worrying. “I have standards after all.”

“Hey.” He squeezes your hips once in retaliation. “Not nice.”

The only option that the two of you had was Eddie’s van. He would have much rather made it more special, rented a motel room somewhere or something, but it wasn’t like he had the funds to do that.

He had been working at the garage whenever he could to pay for his van and whatever spare money he had left from dealing had gone into buying equipment for his guitar, a new amp for starters, so there wasn’t anything left.

When you suggested doing it in the back, he had been surprised that you had been up for that, but Eddie wasn’t going to complain about it either. Not when the girl that he’d known for years and who he’d secretly been crushing on for about the same amount of time asked him to take her virginity.

Didn’t matter that it was under the pretext of ‘if someone has to take it, I’d want it to be someone that I trust.’ He ignored that small detail, instead focusing on making sure he did it right.

Because it wasn’t like he had any experience himself…

“Eddie.”

“Hmm?”

“You can move.”

“Oh, thank fuck for that.” He gives a gentle and experimental roll with his hips and you hiss through your teeth. “Bad?”

“N-no. Just need to get-“ Eddie’s still unsure if he should just pull out completely and forget that this ever happened, but the muscles in your jaw tense and there’s this blazing determination in your eyes all of a sudden that makes his heart skip a beat. “Fuck, just keep going.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,” you reiterate. “Keep moving.”

Eddie pulls his hips back, out of the warmth that’s surrounding his cock, taking care to move slowly so as not to overwhelm you, because that’s the last thing that he wants. You whimper when he slides back in and he sees it then, a slight uptick at the corner of your mouth, the merest hint of a smile.

“Good?”

“Y-yeah,” you breathe back. “That almost felt nice.”

“A-almost?”

He panics a little, immediately thinking to himself that you might not enjoy this as much as he was.

And he was. He really, really was.

From the moment that his cock had slipped inside your tight, wet heat, it was like he was in heaven. He couldn't even describe how it felt for there was nothing that he could even compare it to.

Eddie had done everything that he could to make sure that it would be good for you, too, even going as far as asking the least intimidating guy that worked at the garage for advice, and getting told that he should make sure that you were aroused and wet first and to make sure that you had climaxed at least once before sticking his dick inside you.

But he was too big, wasn’t he? That must have been the problem here and he should have known that from the moment that your eyes had nearly popped out of your skull when you saw his dick. Even if you had no previous experience and would probably have been intimidated by just about anything, he knew that he was too-

“Eddie.” You run your fingers through his hair, as he reluctantly keeps moving, seemingly noticing his thoughts immediately. That’s what you get when you’re on the same wavelength. No hiding anything from each other. “I-I didn’t mean it l-like th- oh fuck.”

“W-was that-?” You nod before he finishes his sentence. He had managed to hit your sweet spot completely by accident. “I d-don’t even know w-what I did.”

“J-just- ah.” When he pushes himself in deep, it's written all over your face how much you enjoy what he is doing right now, how right he has gotten it. Eddie grinds his hips against yours and he can feel your walls grip him a little bit tighter. “R-right there.”

“There?” He still doesn’t know what the hell he did, his mind too scrambled from having his cock snuggly enveloped in your twitching walls, but as long as you keep making those noises, he’ll do anything. “C-can I move a bit f-faster?”

“Yeah,” you mewl. “Please.”

In all this time that he has known you, Eddie has never heard you beg for anything. Not even in situations where it would be in your best interest to do so you never did, almost as if your stubborn nature wouldn’t let you. He genuinely thought that you would rather die than to be forced to beg.

So hearing you give him permission to go faster, and not just that, but begging him to please go faster, makes his mind go completely blank and he snaps his hips harder than he had intended.

“Fuckkkkk, Eddie.” Thankfully, you don’t seem to mind. From the way that your mouth is opened in a perfect o-shape and how your thighs grip him a little tighter, you really seemed to enjoy that. There’s a flicker in your eye as you tell him, “Do that again.”

“Jesus, fuck, okay.” His next thrust is so hard that he can see your tits moving up and down from the ferocity of the impact and he manages to pull a sound from your throat that he has never heard you make before. “You’re s-so… damn.”

“W-what?,” you ask, but Eddie dips his head down. His lips are suddenly on the column of your throat, licking and sucking, a bit too preoccupied to recall what he had wanted to say. “Oh god.”

“Still good?” he pants against your flushed skin. He’s absolutely relentless now, slamming into you, your walls fluttering around his cock so deliciously, sending him closer to the edge with every messy thrust. “You like that?”

You let out a noise that’s meant to sound affirmative, beyond words yourself now that you’re almost being ripped to shreds by the building pressure inside you. Eddie’s hand, which had been stationary at your hip, simply gripping you tightly until then, moves to where your bodies meet and you clench your teeth when his fingers start rubbing your swollen clit clumsily.

“Please don’t stop,” you keen. “Please, Eddie. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” He presses his lips onto your cheek, to the corner of your mouth, and he can hear your voice breaking over the continuous repeated pleas that keep falling from your lips. “F-fuck,” he grunts. “I’m so close.”

No sooner has he said those words, barely even out of his mouth, that he feels your pussy gripping him tightly. You gasp and your fingernails dig into his back so hard that he thinks that he’ll be covered in marks for the next few days.

He will wear those marks with pride. Hell, he might even get someone to tattoo them on him simply to make it a more permanent reminder of what just happened.

His eyes are on you, even if it’s difficult to keep them open, watching your blissed out features as your climax washes over you. You never looked more pretty to him, something that he had wanted to voice out loud earlier if he hadn’t gotten distracted.

Eddie’s right behind you himself, his cock jolting inside you, buried as deeply as possible, his balls tightening first and then unloading. Your walls are still clamping down on him like a vice, attempting to pull him in deeper, and he can feel his cum pulsing up his shaft in waves. The rush that he experiences is like nothing that he has ever felt before.

Surely, nothing could top this.

Claiming the girl that he’d known for years as his own, being your first, and you being his first as well. He would never ever forget this.

Collapsing on top of you, he feels guilty for crushing you, but he can’t move since all his muscles have gone completely slack. He can’t even pull out. Then again, he doesn’t want to pull out, not even now that he’s softening inside you. It just feels too good.

You stir underneath him, crane your neck and press your lips against his temple gently. When your fingers tangle through his hair, he sighs deeply as you start dragging your digits through the strands, pulling out small knots.

He knows that he has to move eventually, but for now he'll do his utmost to burn this exact moment into his memory, how he feels and how you feel underneath him. He wants to remember every movement, every sigh, every touch… all of it.

Eventually, you nudge his side and he rolls off of you with a groan. He misses the warmth of your body immediately, even if he can still feel it from where your arms are still touching each other.

It's simply not enough.

"So… w-was it…" Eddie starts to say as he sits up and removes the condom from his now soft cock. He ties up the end and places it in the corner, right behind the driver’s seat, hoping that he won't forget to toss it when he's home. "What I'm trying to ask is…" he clears his throat and blurts out the rest of his question. "How was it for you?"

"Weird," you reply and when he looks back at you, you're fiddling with your bra, getting ready to put it back on. "But not as bad as I…" He watches you shake your head and absentmindedly sees you rubbing a hand over your knee. "I expected worse? Not that I thought that you'd-!"

"No offense taken," he laughs. Eddie knew that if not done right, it could be worse for girls. His eyes are still on your hand and they slowly drift up your thigh, ever higher before you manage to cover yourself up. His eyes widen when he sees what happened. “Oh, baby, shit. You’re bleeding.” He reaches for his jeans, pulls his signature bandana from the back pocket and gently rubs it against the apex of your thighs before he freezes and realizes what he just called you. “I uh-"

“What, Eddie?” His eyes are dragged away from what he's doing and then he locks eyes with you. You're awfully close, close enough for him to feel your warm breath on his face. "It's okay… it happens sometimes. Apparently."

Your eyes keep flicking back and forth between his eyes and his lips and all that he'd have to do was lean in just a little bit more, only a couple more inches and then your lips would meet.

But he couldn't.

Because friends didn't kiss.

Even after what had just happened, he was still too cowardly to actually lean in and kiss you, almost as if he would be overstepping some boundary if he did. The kiss to the corner of your mouth was the closest that he'd ever gotten that evening.

"Y-yeah." Eddie pulls his hand away, the bandana stained with your blood, and then he turns his head to toss it right next to where he had put the used condom. "What time are you supposed to be home again?"

"N-nine," you stammer as you finally put your bra back on. "What time is it now?"

Eddie checks his watch and replies, "Quarter past eight so we have plenty of time left." He puts his own clothes on a lot quicker than you get back into yours and he slides back into the driver's seat a mere minute later. "You want a smoke?"

"Yeah, but just a normal one." With his eyes firmly fixed on the rearview mirror, he watches you get dressed, memorizing every inch of your bare skin. "My parents will kill me if I show up high."

"Fair enough." He grabs a packet of cigarettes from the dashboard and sticks one between his lips. "Some other time?"

"Yeah sure." You sound oddly distant, but Eddie blames that on the awkwardness of the current situation. After what you two had just done, it will probably take some time for things to be normal again. If they ever can be. "Light it for me?"

"Sure." He grabs another cigarette, digs his lighter from the pocket of his jeans and lights them both. When he looks back in the rearview mirror, you're almost fully dressed. Your sneakers are in your hand as you step between the seats to the passenger seat. "Thanks," you reply as you take the cigarette from him. "Music?"

"What?" Eddie realizes that he had been staring at you and follows your finger as you point at the radio. "Oh. Music. Sure."

You finish your cigarettes without saying another word, instead listening to a mixtape that you had made the week before with various punk rock songs until it was time to bring you home.

Last Caress from The Misfits was playing when you got out of the van and bid him a good night. It was the first time that you had said anything since asking him to put on some music. Eddie waited a bit longer, until you had opened the front door and entered the house, which was what he always did, before pulling away and heading back to the trailer park.

He ejected the tape fairly quickly after he pulled away though. Something about the lyrics of Last Caress rubbed him the wrong way for some odd reason.

One last caress, sweet death

It simply felt wrong…

*****

Eddie doesn’t see you the entire weekend and he’s too scared to go to your place or to pick up the phone so he can ask you if you want to hang out.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this anyway. You had said it yourself, you had asked him to take your virginity because you trusted him. There wasn’t anything more going on there. He had convinced himself that there wasn’t, that the act itself was ultimately meaningless.

On Monday morning, when he was waiting outside your house to come pick you up like he usually did, that was the main thing that was on his mind, but he didn’t want to make things awkward between you by asking you questions that would confirm his suspicions.

You slid into the seat next to him, saying a quieter “morning” than was usual for you, but Eddie does his best not to comment on it. All he does is incline his head in greeting and then his foot is on the gas as he drives to school.

Nothing else is said. Maybe there’s a reason for it, for your silence.

Embarrassment for one, because you can barely look him in the eye. Nervousness perhaps, because you can’t stop fidgeting with the hemline of your shirt. Regret? He hopes not, but who knows.

The silence drags on and you look out the window, alternating from rubbing your shirt between your hands to grasping the strap of your shoulder bag and twisting it around your fingers. You could cut the tension with a knife and you’re unsure how to lift it, not knowing what you could or should say.

You clear your throat and Eddie finally looks at you right before he comes to a stop in front of a traffic light.

“S-s-so,” you finally stammer out.

“So. What's up,” Eddie replies, but his voice sounds all weird. Detached. Angry almost. And he wasn't, not really, but the rational part of his mind seemed to have switched off completely and he is incapable of sounding normal in any way.

“A-are you angry with me?” Unlike Eddie, you don’t avoid the potentially awkward questions now that he has finally opened his mouth.

“Angry? Why would I be angry?” he snaps, but he seems to realize how that sounds and amends himself. “I’m not angry,” he sighs, his tone softer now. “There’s no reason for me to be.”

“Oh,” you mumble as the light turns to green and he starts driving again. “It’s just- I didn’t see you this weekend.”

“We saw each other on Friday.” He notices how you look down at your shoes when he says it and for someone that was able to read every single emotion on your face before, he sure has trouble deciphering them now. “You didn’t call.”

“I-I usually don’t have to,” you reply. “You just show up and then we hang out.”

That was true. The two of you hardly ever called each other beforehand to schedule anything. There were certain times during the day that you kinda kept empty for each other so neither of you had to call to ask “Are you free right now?” It had been like that for years.

“I was busy,” Eddie says. “Maybe I should have told you.”

“Oh no, that’s okay." You seem unusually flustered by this and immediately stare out the window again. "Fine. That’s fine.”

"What is the-" He begins to say, but even though your head is turned away, he can see your bottom lip wobble. "Hey, are you-"

"Fine," you repeat like a broken record, a bit more forcefully and he can definitely hear in your voice that you're on the verge of tears. "I'm fine."

“You don’t sound-“

“Just stop talking!” Eddie visibly flinches when you raise your voice. Okay, you’re definitely crying. “I don’t want to… just don’t say anything.”

Even though he’s close to school, Eddie still pulls over to the side of the road. If he reaches the school parking lot, you’ll bolt out of his van and he won’t see you for the rest of the day, he just knows it. But he’s still far away enough now and you’re too upset to actually get out and walk. He knows you well enough to know that you won’t get out here.

“What’s wrong?” He tries to reach for you, but you turn away. Your arms are wrapped so tightly around yourself and you’re leaning forward as if you’re trying to curl yourself up into a little ball. “Is this about what we did?”

Even though he didn’t want to, he had to broach the subject. There’s no other way around it anymore.

“What do you think?” You wipe at your cheek furiously, the tears falling in full force now. “Enlighten me, Eddie.”

“I told you upfront that we probably shouldn’t do it, alright!” He hates himself for raising his voice as well, especially since you’re so obviously hurt but fuck, he was hurting, too. “But you-“

“Don’t blame me for it! You got what you wanted and then you couldn’t even be bothered to pick up the goddamn phone?”

“I got what I wanted?" He wasn't expecting that response, especially not after you so obviously used him. "You’re the one that-“

“It was an excuse!” you shout. “I knew that you would never touch me like that, so I fucking lied!”

“What?” It’s all he can say as he stares at you dumbfounded. “What?”

“I-I-I figured if I’d offer you that… if I’d let you… that maybe you’d see me in a different light, that you’d think of me as a woman instead of… actually I don’t even want to know what you think of me…" Eddie has no intention of answering, but you hold up your hand anyway, apparently under the impression that he had been about to speak. "But it obviously… fuck, it’s so obvious now… it didn’t fucking work… and it’s not like I can take it back...”

You ramble on, more to yourself than to him by the looks of it, and Eddie doesn’t know what to do. He’s heard you rant before, usually about books or bands or whatever other subject you're passionate about, but never like this. This was pure, unfiltered self-doubt talking and it's a side of you that he was oddly unfamiliar with, because it was a side of you that you had never once allowed him to see.

Part of him knows that he should stop you, before you run out of breath since you’re babbling so much, but another part of him wants to know what you’ll say now that your internal filter seems to be malfunctioning.

“So I ruined everything… and I want to fix it… for things to go back to how they were, you know? But I can’t just… wave a magic fucking wand around and make everything go back to normal.” You hang your head in your hands and he can see your back begin to shake, signifying that you’re close to sobbing. “S-s-so now I’m going to have to… learn to live with that, I suppose… but fuck, I wish I could… really, really wish I could make you-“

“Stop. Fuck, please. You’re not making any sense.” Your mouth snaps shut and you wipe at your eyes with the back of your hand. “So, here’s what I got from that… that speech. When you told me that you trusted me, that you wanted me to be your first because you trusted me, that was a lie?”

“N-no. Not r-really.” You shake your head and quickly add, “I do. Trust you, I mean, but that’s not why I asked you if you wanted to… you know.”

“So why then?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Oh, trust me, babe, it is.” When you were mid-rant, the pieces kind of fell into place and he felt like a right idiot for not realizing it before. “I just wanna hear you say it. And say it to my face.”

He watches you take a deep breath, trying to steady your breathing because right now it sounds like you ran a couple of miles. You close your eyes and repeat it a couple of times.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

It takes a short while for your breathing to even out, but when it does, you look a lot calmer than before. Eddie can see your hands shake and to stop them from doing that, you grip your knees so tight that it's hurting him just from looking at it.

“Okay,” you say softly as you turn to him. Your eyes are red and there are streaks on your cheeks, but you seem to have found the determination to want to do this, to tell him what’s going on. “Eddie.” A shiver runs down his spine from hearing you say his name like that, his mind suddenly filled with reminders of last Friday. “I love you.”

“And that’s why you asked me to f- make love to you?”

“Yes.” You look ashamed of yourself and you don’t seem to catch that Eddie very deliberately said that he ‘made love to you’ instead of ‘fucking you.’ “I shouldn’t have asked you, I’m sorry, and now I ruined everything.”

“Why would that ruin everything?”

“You think that we can go back to being friends after that?” He shakes his head in reply. “See? I messed up.” Your eyes well up again and you rub at them before the tears can fall. “I’m so sorry, Eddie,” you sob and he can see your hand gripping the car door, getting ready to open it and get out.

“Wait,” he blurts out. You sniffle and pause, but your hand doesn’t let go of the handle. “You don’t want to hear my answer?”

“Your answer?” You frown, a brief flash of anger crossing your features because you’re convinced that he’s making fun of you now. “I’d rather not know if that’s okay.”

“No way. You got to say what you wanted so I should get the opportunity as well.”

“Just… be gentle, okay?” You seem to have resigned yourself to the fact that whatever you felt could never be reciprocated, hence why you had even come up with that badly thought out idea to have him be your first to begin with. “I don’t think I can handle much more today.”

“Babe…”

Seeing you like this was breaking Eddie’s damn heart.

All the thoughts that had been plaguing him these last two days seem to have been on your mind as well.

He wonders how many times you had the phone in your hand, ready to call him, before deciding against it. Wonders if you had been thinking of grabbing your bike to cycle over to his place, with the excuse that you’d lost some random thing that you desperately needed right that instance.

Because those were all things that he had been thinking of doing, too. He’d even made it as far as a few blocks away from your house on Sunday before turning around and going back.

The only problem was that now that he had the opportunity to tell you exactly how he felt, and how he had felt for several years now, that he couldn’t find the words.

His entire mind was drawing a blank.

And the longer the silence dragged on, the more your face seemed to fall. He could see every single insecurity written all over it, a million doom scenarios flashing behind your eyes, each one worse than the other.

Eddie wanted to take all your doubts away, but he didn’t know how. For someone that had an answer for almost everything, he sure was struggling now.

“Eddie,” you said softly. “You don’t have to-“

Practically lunging forward, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you instead. It was just the one kiss and when he pulled away, you were staring at him with wide eyes, like your brain was struggling to process what the hell had just happened.

“I um… I didn’t know what to say,” he whispers. “So I just-“

“So you just-“

“Yeah. You don’t mind?”

“No, no, I don’t mind,” you blurted out. “Why would I mind? I mean, I-“

Eddie presses his lips on yours again before you can go on another nervous ramble. The first kiss was over before it even started and you hadn’t gotten a chance to respond then, but you do now. He feels your hands on his shoulders, your touch uncertain at first, but your grip tightens when his tongue swipes over your lips.

You sigh and he takes the chance to lick into your mouth, seeking out your tongue. You match his eagerness and then take it further than he had intended to.

You shift in your seat until you’re sitting on your knees and looming over him. The kiss breaks for a few seconds and you push him back, moving in to straddle him immediately. There’s not a lot of room with the steering wheel right behind you, but you won’t be deterred and Eddie doesn’t stop you either. His hands circle around your back, pulling you into him.

You’re basically grinding into Eddie’s lap while most of Hawkins is on their morning commute to work, dropping their kids off at school, passing by his van without having a clue what's going on in there. Whenever they hazard a look inside, they’re treated to the sight of two horny teenagers who look like they’re seconds away from tearing each other’s clothes off.

Some random woman that passes by on the sidewalk bangs her hand against the window, muttering something about devil worship. She didn't even have to look twice to check who was behind the wheel, because everyone in Hawkins knew exactly who the proud owner of that van was.

“What’s the devil got to do with you sitting on my lap?” Eddie murmurs against your lips, amused.

“No idea,” you shrug as you pull away and move back to your own seat once more. “Probably thought that you’d brainwashed me or something.”

“Sure I did,” he mutters. That’s when he thinks of something else entirely. “What’s first period again?”

“Phys ed.”

“Fuck that.” Eddie turns the key in the ignition and makes the engine roar back into life. He turns the van around and drives back in the direction that you had come from. “We’re skipping class.”

“Oh, are we?” If you had asked him to, he would have turned around and driven right back to school, but he knew that you wouldn’t challenge him on this. “And what are we going to be doing instead?”

“Some physical education of our own. It’ll be loads better than playing dodgeball again.” Eddie starts chuckling and couldn’t resist adding, “You can dodge my balls instead.”

“God!” Your arm shoots out and smacks his bicep. “You’re such a child,” you say with a laugh. “Honestly.”

“I’ll make sure that you get your workout, baby, don’t worry about it.”

“You gonna make me sweat?”

“That’s the idea.” He holds his right hand out to you, palm up, and you take it without hesitation. He gives your hand a quick squeeze and throws in a, “Best way to work up a sweat.”

The rest of the drive is relatively silent. The only noises are coming from the car stereo, which wasn't set to its usual volume for once, interspersed with the occasional laugh when the two of you happen to make eye contact.

Eddie drives to the exact same place where he parked the car last Friday afternoon, a relatively secluded spot near Lover's Lake which was eerily quiet at this time on a Monday morning.

It had taken quite some time to coax you into the back on Friday, nervous as you were, and even sharing a joint with Eddie hadn't made your nerves subside.

You'd sat in the passenger seat for at least a half an hour longer before you had joined him and then it had taken another half hour for you to even take your shirt off. All that happened while Eddie had his back turned to you by the way, while he continuously promised that he wouldn't face you until you were ready, even if he was hard as a rock already by that time (uncomfortably so).

There wasn't any hesitation now.

Seconds before Eddie had turned the engine off, you got up, squeezing through the space between the seats and sat down in the back. Eddie hadn't gotten round to putting all the blankets that he had grabbed from the trailer back yet so you were sitting quite comfortably among them when he joined you.

His mouth falls open when you take your shirt off like it's nothing and when your hands start moving down, fingers already moving to open your jeans, is the moment that apprehension sets in for him this time.

"Nice to see that you're so comfortable now," he laughs nervously. "But there's one thing that I need to tell you first."

Your fingers stop moving, jeans pulled open far enough so that your light blue cotton panties are visible. "What is it?" You move over to where Eddie has sat down and ask, "You don't want to do this anymore?"

"Fuck, that's not it. I definitely want to do this." He very crudely takes your hand and places it on his crotch so you can feel exactly how hard he is already. You give him a quick squeeze and he groans in reply. "I just wanted to clarify something."

"And what's that?" Your eyebrows arch in amusement and he doesn't really know why. "You can tell me, Eddie."

"Well, when you first suggested that we sleep together, you did that with the assumption that I'd slept with someone before."

"Yeah?" You briefly cover your mouth with your free hand and clear your throat. "Are you trying to tell me that you didn't?"

"Yeah," he says quietly. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Eddie." You lean in and peck his cheek. "I already knew."

"Wha-?" he says, dumbfounded, and you can't stop yourself from giggling now. "How did you know?"

"You did say that you didn't know what you were doing. It was just the once, but it was kind of a dead giveaway," you reveal. Eddie smacks himself in the forehead. He had said that. "It made me feel a bit better, to know that we were both new to it and were experiencing it together."

"Can't hide anything from you." He reaches out to touch you then, his hands skimming up your chest until he's cupping your tits. "My girl's so smart." You let out a moan, one that's a bit too loud for what he's doing, and Eddie's face lights up like a goddamn Christmas tree. "You like being called my girl?"

"Uh-huh," you pant as you arch your back and press your chest into his hands. "I love it."

"Good." Eddie leans back until his spine is pressed against the side of the van, pulling you along with him and making you straddle his lap. "'Cause you are my girl, right?" You whimper when he runs his hand through your hair and grips the back of your neck gently. "Tell me."

"I'm your girl." You pop the button of his jeans, pull his fly open and slip your hand inside. "I've always been your girl," you tell him as he pushes his hips up into your hand. "Eddie." There's a sense of urgency behind your voice. "We're gonna have to hurry up if we want to make it back in time for the second period."

Eddie presses his forehead against your shoulder and groans, "And what's that again?"

"Maths."

"Fuck that," he replies as he reaches around your back to unhook your bra. "We're skipping that one as well." He licks a stripe from your collarbone up to your ear and growls, "Now stop talking about school please? It's putting me off."

"Oh really?" Your hand jerks upwards over his shaft. "If anything, you're only getting harder," you observe with a grin. "Or is that because of-" Your sentence ends in a yelp when Eddie suddenly flips you onto your back and gives you a searing kiss to shut you up.

"You done?" You nod, your sass now completely gone. "Good, because we have about an hour left and I want to make you come at least three times before we get back to school if you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind," you squeak. "I don't mind at all."

"That's my girl…”

#stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #mar writes #mar moodboards

[shoota4ning]

゛☆﹕HEART ATTACK 。。

!★☆ ㅡ 20 :: we up ! ( wc :: 531 )

࣪ ꩜ⴰ ࣪˖ warnings :: cursing, yeonjun desperation arc, also this a week overdue im sorry 😞

chapter nineteen m!list chapter twenty one

to say yeonjun was nervous is an understatement. he looked like he was about to shit his pants as he ran to the cafe, which was a 15-minute walk from his apartment. strangers looked at him like he was on drugs, and he couldn't care less. he’s determined to get yn back.

“5 minutes.” yn said as soon as he sat in the chair in front of her. he thought she looked gorgeous. She thought he had just run a marathon he didn’t prepare for.

“for starters, im sorry,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. his brows furrowed as he looked at her with genuine regret, “im sorry i didn’t tell you i was with her. Im sorry that i never told you about her, fuck, im so sorry i made you feel like you were a second option.”

his hands reached for hers, his eyes brightening when he let her, “sera and i are nothing, i can promise you that.”

yn glanced away from him for a moment, “she told me you two were together.”

his brows furrowed as soon as he heard those words, “what?” he asked, a million thoughts running through his head. was all this because of her? she ruined his chances?

“yeah,” she murmured, grabbing her phone and showing him the messages, “i mean… you know you’re reputation.” she hesitated, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

his reputation. of course.

he sighed, running his hand through his hair in slight frustration, “yn, most of the things people say are lies,” he said, glancing away from her.

he knew what people said about him, but he never cared to correct them. it never affected him. until now. now it matters because it’s affecting his relationship with the girl he really really likes. before he had sera, he knew that she spread the rumors about him. he never liked her, but everyone else didn’t want to get involved with him. except for the few girls who did. now he only wants one, and sera messed that up.

“sera made up the “yeonjun is a player. He’s been with almost the whole school” thing,” he sighed, biting his lip, his eyes practically begging for yn to believe him, “i’ve only been with like 3— not that it even matters because i haven’t talked to anyone for months, until you, yn”

yn didn’t reply for a moment. a million thoughts ran through her head. yet every single thought led to one question: did she trust him ?

“okay,” she said, looking at him, “i’ll give you another chance,” yeonjuns eyes brightened, and a smile began to grow on his lips, “but, why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”

yeonjun pursed his lips as soon as he heard those words. “well i was blocked on literally everything, i mean email? really?” he asked, his hands reaching for hers.

“you tried, didn’t you?” yn asked, rolling her eyes despite her face getting warmer when her held her hands. “you could’ve sent me flowers—“

“i did.”

“you should’ve been there too.”

“... i was nervous.”

“why?”

“because you make me nervous… and i thought you had a boyfriend…”

“what?”

“your profile picture.”

“wait—“

──── യ ⋆ synopsis :: y/n l/n sets her pfp as a cute boy without much thought, turns out the rando she found on pinterest was the campus crush, choi yeonjun. dating rumors spread rapidly throughout the school, and yeonjun now has an interest in the girl who’s ‘in love’ with him.

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[justagalwhowrites]

Someone New: Part of For You - A Collection of Requests Benefitting Palestine

Joel is new to Jackson and his family is eager to play matchmaker.

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC Ashley (NOT a reader insert)

Warnings: Smut :D Unprotected P in V sex. Daddy kink. Age gap (Joel is 56, Ashley is 40.) Light Dom!Joel and Sub!FOC. No use of Y/N. 18+ Only MINORS DNI

Length: 3.6k

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A/N: Written as a request by the lovely @ashleyfilm! She requested "Jackson era Joel from the tv show, so Pedro, and me (Ashley, plus size, I’m 40, I have black hair and glasses, my eyes are blue green with some hazel, I have tattoos, I’m short. A little goth, wear all black where it’s possible in an apocalypse haha) in this scenario I have a cool exterior and I’m independent by nature, but when you get to know me I’m funny and loving, but keep to myself. Joel and I would both like each other but have no clue, while Tommy, Maria and Ellie would all know and roll their eyes at us, try and talk sense into us. Eventually we come together and I’d love some smut. Some daddy soft dom Joel, I’m sub, the only time I want to be told what to do is during sex. I like giving pussies a pronoun so like she likes it and her if you know what I mean. And some fluff would be nice too." Shared with permission. I hope you all enjoy!!

Tommy was starting to drive Joel insane. 

It had taken some adjustment, coming to Jackson. 

There was the adjustment of being back around other people at all, for starters. There was the adjustment to being a father again. There was the adjustment of being in a place he cared about, one where he wanted to contribute instead of forced to to keep FEDRA’s boot off his neck. 

It had been a lot to swallow and, not that anyone was asking, he thought he’d done a damn good job of it. Ellie was happy, going to school every day and making friends. He had his ways to play his part in the community. 

So what if he was doing it all on his own? It’s not like it’s a crime to keep to yourself, he wasn’t sure why Tommy kept trying to push him further than he wanted to go. 

He doubted it was because Ashley was asking him to.

Ashley, the woman Tommy kept damn near throwing him toward at every opportunity. Ashley, who was years too young for him to even be thinking about the way he did. Ashley, whose plush curves and bright eyes had caught his attention from the moment he met her, even as she kept her distance from Joel and, it seemed, just about everyone else in Jackson. 

It didn’t matter how much Joel would enjoy things being different, that the little time he’d spent with her had been some of his favorite since coming here. She wasn’t interested - couldn’t be interested - and he wasn’t about to force it. 

Tommy, it seemed, had other ideas. 

“I’m not sure why you won’t just see if she wants to go,” Tommy said one night as they sat in the mess hall for dinner. “What’s the harm?” 

“Don’t particularly feel like gettin’ shot down,” Joel replied, taking a bite of his mashed potatoes. “Got enough goin’ on without worrying about that, too.” 

“Worrying about what?” Maria asked, taking her spot next to Tommy. Joel resisted the urge to roll his eyes, knowing he was about to be outnumbered. 

“Joel won’t ask Ashley to the dance on Saturday,” Tommy smirked a little. “He’s convinced she’d say no…” 

“Who would say no to what?” Ellie joined them, too, sitting next to Joel. 

“Ashley to Joel and the dance, apparently,” Maria said, giving Ellie a knowing look. 

“Oh shit,” Ellie’s eyes went a little wide. “They’d be so cute together, Joel pretending to be a person who actually does something besides be grumpy…” 

“OK you tryin’ to get yourself grounded?” Joel asked, brows raised. Ellie rolled her eyes. “Because it sure seems like it. And I don’t need y’all match making for me. I am doin’ just fine without worrying about all of that. Leave it.” 

Ellie and Maria gave each other a knowing look that Joel was about to call them on when Tommy distracted him. 

“You’re going to the dance Saturday anyway, right?” He asked. “Just because you’re too chicken shit to bring a date doesn’t mean you should sit it out. It’s a big party, the whole town will be there, you should at least come by for a few drinks. You’ll miss out if you don’t.” 

“Yeah, I want to go!” Ellie said, turning to Joel and pouting a little. “You’re really going to make me go all by myself?” 

“I’ll go to the dance,” Joel sighed before looking between the others and gesturing between them with the fork. “S’long as you three are done meddling.” 

“We’ll behave,” Ellie smirked a little. “I promise.” 

Joel shouldn’t have believed them. He should have known better. 

But that didn’t make him any less surprised when he showed up to the dance Saturday evening and looked for Tommy and Maria, only to find them sitting with Ashley, her dark hair styled to pair with the black dress that seemed like it was made to highlight her every soft curve, curves that Joel had spent hours dreaming about exploring with his hands and mouth. 

He was going to strangle Tommy. 

“Joel!” His brother called, waving him over, as if Joel would have missed him. “Over here!” 

“C’mon old man,” Ellie teased. “Stop being such a fucking coward.” 

“We’re talking about your language later,” he muttered, letting Ellie lead him to the table, hoping that no one had put too much pressure on Ashley to put her in this position. 

“Well look who decided to join the party,” Tommy smirked. Joel ground his teeth. “Ashley, you know my brother Joel.” 

“I do,” she gave him a cool, tight smile and took a sip of her drink, looking back out toward the dance floor. 

“Hi,” Joel said before feeling like a bit of an idiot and pulling his eyes from her to turn back to his brother. “How are you Tommy, Maria?” 

“Oh, we’re good,” Maria smiled a little, looking more like Tommy than Joel thought was appropriate. He wondered if married couples started looking alike before too long. 

“Just peachy,” Tommy said as a new song started. “Oh would you look at that, I need to dance with my wife. Maria?” 

He offered her his hand and she smiled wider before taking it, giving Joel a meaningful look before being led onto the dance floor by her husband. 

“Oh, I think I see Dina,” Ellie said before clapping Joel on the back and leaving him there, alone with Ashley, before he had the chance to argue. 

Joel just stood there, awkwardly, trying not to stare at her, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans. 

“So,” he said eventually. “Um… that seat taken?” 

She looked at him, brows raised. 

“Just by your brother.” 

“Right,” he said, taking it anyway. She looked back toward the dance floor and Joel looked her over while he had the chance, how the darkness of her clothes seemed to suit her, the sharp intelligence behind her glasses, the beauty of the tattoos he could see on her exposed skin. He wondered what each of them meant, wondered what it would be like to take his time tracing over each one. 

“So,” she turned her attention back to Joel. “Liking Jackson so far? Been here… what, a few months now?” 

“Yeah,” Joel nodded. “S’good. Different than where I’ve been for a while but that’s a good thing. Ellie likes it, all that really matters.” 

She nodded slowly, taking another sip of her drink. 

“Seems like she’s a good kid,” she said. “Sure got a mouth on her, though.” 

“Yeah,” Joel laughed, leaning his elbows onto the table. “She’s somethin’ else. I tried telling her she needs to watch her language, this ain’t the QZ.” 

“That’s a hell of an adjustment,” she smiled a little and damn, Joel really liked to see her smile. More than he’d liked seeing a woman smile in… he wasn’t sure how long. “Trust me, I know.” 

“You spent some time in a QZ?” He asked, brows raised. 

She nodded, taking a final sip of her cocktail. 

“Portland,” she said. “I was there at the beginning. One night, I was sneaking liquor at industry night at my favorite club, the next it’s a war zone. Got used to it after a while, though. You were in Boston with Tommy, right?” 

“I was,” Joel nodded. “Took us a while to work our way there but found it eventually.” 

“And you both ended up all the way out here.” 

“Suppose so,” Joel said. He nodded to her empty glass. “Can I get you another?” 

“Yeah,” she smiled. “That’d be nice.” 

He went to the bar and got them both a drink before rejoining her at the table. 

Joel was surprised at how much he liked talking with her. For how much time he’d spent thinking about her and looking at her, he hadn’t spent much time actually talking with her. She wasn’t what he’d expected. 

Where he’d always known her to be a bit distant and cool, he was starting to realize that, as soon as he was past the caution she seemed to approach the world with, she was really very warm and loving, thoughtful and kind. They talked about music, about what they missed about before, the quirks of life in Jackson after living in a QZ. 

By the time Joel got her onto the dance floor, he was ready to get her home. And he was starting to think she wanted the same. 

“Can I walk you home?” Joel asked as the Tipsy Bison was almost empty and he wasn’t able to come up with any more excuses to stay. 

“You can,” she smiled. “But… I think I’d rather you walk me to yours.” 

He smiled back. 

“Think that can be arranged.” 

Joel draped his arm over her shoulders and the two of them walked slowly through the dark town, the streets quiet and the stars bright. 

“Well,” Joel said as they came to his front walk. “This is me. Still want to come in?” 

“Yeah,” Ashley nodded. “Yeah, I really do.” 

He smiled. 

“Good.” 

He took her hand and led her to his door. 

But things shifted as they made it inside. Joel tilted her face up, finding the right angle, thumb brushing her lips, waiting for her to make a move. 

But she didn’t. Her breaths got quicker, her eyes searched his and, after a moment, he felt like he couldn’t wait anymore. 

“I’m gonna kiss you,” he said. “Because it’s all I’ve been thinkin’ about doing for a while.” 

She just nodded quickly and he kissed her, covering her mouth with his. 

It had been a while since Joel had kissed anyone, even longer since it was a first kiss. But Joel could tell this was different, something special. It was like an electric current ran over his skin, sparking at where your lips met and shooting out through the rest of him. There was a sharp, sudden pang of need deep inside him, the drive to be closer to her, as close as he could reach. More than that, he wanted to know that she was safe, cared for. That she had what she needed and what she wanted because he was giving it to her. 

“Joel,” she breathed as they separated, just enough for him to look in those blue green eyes of hers. “Will you take me to bed?” 

“Yeah baby,” he said, want seeping into his voice. “Yeah, I will.” 

He kissed her again, his hands sliding down from her face to her arms to her waist, moving her toward the stairs as he did. He only pulled away from her when they needed to go up to his room, not wanting to stop touching her for even a few moments, his skin almost aching as he watched the round shape of her ass in her black skirt going upstairs ahead of him. 

Joel pulled her back against him at the top of the stairs, the few seconds she was apart from him too much. Her arms stretched up and went around his neck and his hands roamed over her back and sides, luxuriating in just how soft she felt, how he could find places on her that seemed made for him to hold. He guided her to his room, kicking the door shut behind him. He slid his hands back up her body over her arms, his callused fingers slipping over her soft skin. 

“You gonna let me make you feel good, pretty girl?” He asked, voice dark and low. “Because I want to touch every damn inch of you.” 

“Please, Joel,” she whispered, her fingers tightening desperately on his curls at the nape of his neck. “Please, I want you, I need you, I…” 

“Shhh,” he hushed her. “Don’t worry about a thing. Just let Daddy take care of you.” 

He kissed her again and found the zipper on her dress, sliding it down, down, down, until he could slide the straps down her arms and let the fabric fall to the floor. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes ranging over Ashley’s body, tracing over her curves and tattoos. “You are the most beautiful damn thing I’ve ever seen.” 

He reached around and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms and dropping it to the floor before cupping her breasts, the fullness of her so soft below his touch that he couldn’t help but groan. 

“You gonna let me take care of you, baby girl?” He asked, voice husky. “You need me to take care of you, don’t you?” 

He wasn’t entirely sure why he said it but something inside him just knew, he could sense it in her. That she wanted someone to guide her, someone she could trust to take charge and give her what she needed.

He could tell by the way she nodded that he was right. 

Joel guided her down onto the bed before pulling his shirt and casting it aside. His eyes ranged over her body as he took his jeans and underwear off, too, his cock already thick and achingly hard. He worked himself, not able to stop himself as he drank her in, memorizing her. 

“Want you to touch yourself for me,” he said, stepping closer to the bed. “Spread those pretty legs, put your hand in your panties, show me how you like to touch yourself.” 

She took a hesitant, shaky breath and slid her hand down her body before slipping them below the fabric, stretching it tight over her pussy for a moment before her hand dipped lower. He could see the outline of her fingers clearly, watched with his mouth watering as they stroked her pussy lips before slipping inside. 

“There you go, baby girl,” he groaned, stroking his cock in time with her fingers. “You just keep on doin’ that for me.” 

He moved to the bed and she frowned as he reached out, looping his fingers around the waistband of her panties to start tugging them down. His eyes moved from her face, down her body to where her pussy lay just below the fabric. Her fingers were still. 

“I tell you to stop?” He asked. She groaned and he saw her fingers start to move again. “That’s my good girl. Want your pussy all nice and wet and full when I see her the first time.” 

He pulled her underwear down slowly, revealing her wet slit with two of her fingers buried deep inside herself as he did.

“Oh, there she is,” he breathed, casting her panties aside. “Fuck, such a pretty little pussy ain’t she?” 

Ashley just moaned, thrusting her fingers deeper. Joel licked his lips, desperate for a taste of her. 

“Spread her open for me, baby,” he said, spreading her legs wide and settling between them. “Lemme see.” 

Her hands trembled as she slid her fingers from her dripping entrance and delicately opened herself to him. 

“Fuck me,” Joel groaned, taking a thumb and brushing it over her tight little hole before trailing it up to her swollen nub. “Gonna take a lot before she can take me. Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.” 

He pressed his mouth to her entrance, just a kiss at first, a taste of her musky sweetness. His thumb stayed against her clit, rubbing her in slow and gentle circles as he dipped is tongue inside of her. 

Joel started slow, easing her into it. His tongue worked deeper, his thumb harder. Eventually, he added a finger, then two, starting to stretch her open as her hips canted up against his face, her legs squirming, delicious moans and gasps pouring from her lips. He looped an arm around her thigh to hold her still, pulling her leg against the side of his head and leaving his nose to work her clit as his hand splayed wide on her plush thigh. 

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” her back was arched, fingers wound tight in his quilt. “I’m coming, I’m coming Daddy, I’m coming!” 

He smiled against her as he ate her through her orgasm, pressing his aching cock down into the bed as he felt her pussy flutter over his tongue. 

When her climax eased, he pulled himself from her tight, wet heat and rose to his knees, stroking his dripping length as she came back down to earth. He nudged her legs apart and down, leaving her fully exposed to him. He ran his fingers over her slit, gathering her wetness and bringing it to his cock as she looked at him, her eyes a little wide. 

“Is…” she swallowed, hard. “Is that going to fit inside me? I don’t know if that’s going to fit…” 

“It’ll fit, baby girl,” he said, working himself as he lined himself up with her entrance. “You can take it, so nice and wet for me. You just relax and let me inside you.” 

He pressed his cock against her tight center, moaning and just how hot and wet and fucking soft she felt. He watched, almost obsessed, as she opened to take him, the stretch almost obscene as he saw himself start to disappear into her body. 

“See baby?” He panted as he sank just the first few inches of him into her cunt. “You can take it, taking it so good for me. She stretches so fuckin’ pretty for me, so goddamn pretty.” 

Her hands flew to his biceps as he leaned over her, pressing himself deeper, her fingers scrambling over his muscle as he worked her open. Joel fought to think of anything but the fact that he was almost fully inside the woman he’d been longing for for weeks now. He couldn’t come too quick, he couldn’t let this end now. He had to take his time, had to feel her come around him. 

And then he was buried inside her to the root, the entirety of him in the entirety of her, her walls stretching to hold him. 

“There you go,” he praised her. He splayed his hand wide over her thick, soft lower stomach, pressing into her skin as his thumb slid down to her clit and started stroking it. “Did so good, taking me so well. You ever been this stretched baby?” 

“No daddy,” her nails dug into his arm. “Feels so good…” 

“Good girl,” he said, working her clit a little harder. She moaned and rocked her hips against him. “Aw, does someone need to be fucked? Someone need me to make her come?” 

“Yes,” she pleaded. “Please, please, please Daddy, please, I need to come, I need…” 

“I’ve got you baby,” he said, leaning over her and kissing her deeply, the taste of her mouth mixing with the taste of her pussy that lingered on his tongue. “Gonna make you come so hard for me.” 

He pulled back before thrusting forward, hard and fast and making her gasp, her hands flying from his arms to his back. But he stopped her, taking hold of her arms and pinning them over her head with one of his large hands. 

“You can use those when I tell you,” he said. “Right now, need you focused on taking,” he pulled back and thrust back in quickly. “This.” He did it again, fucking into her hard and fast. “Cock.” He did it one last time before grinding himself deep. “Tell me when you’re about to come.” 

He picked up his pace then, fucking into her deep and firm, grinding his hips down against her clit, feeling how her breasts moved against him as he forced her walls apart with each heavy stroke. 

Joel didn’t let up, too lost in her and just how damn good she felt to do anything else. He wasn’t even sure how long he’d been fucking her - just that it wasn’t long enough - when her breathy, desperate voice broke through the lust-driven haze of his mind. 

“I’m gonna come,” she keened, her pussy to tight around him that it almost hurt. “Gonna come, I’m gonna come Daddy, please…” 

He freed her hands then and she gasped, her fingers immediately finding the broad expanse of his back. Joel took her face in his hands and looked into those eyes of hers, unlike anything else he’d ever seen as he felt how her body took his. 

“Good girl,” he said, breathless and needy, too. “Come for me, come all over my cock, that’s it, so good for me…” 

The chorus of praise continued until she cried out, her whole body seizing as her channel gripped him so tight he was almost afraid it would force him out. But he held himself deep inside her, kissing her as she moaned into his mouth as she throbbed around him. His orgasm took hold, amazed for the half second he was aware enough to think that he’d been able to hold off this long, emptying himself deep inside of her. 

“Fuck,” she moaned, panting for breath as they both came down from their shared high. Joel had all but collapsed on top of her and he adjusted, pulling himself gently from her body and feeling their combined spend leaking from her as he did. He lay beside her and she turned to look at him. “That… I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that.” 

He smiled a little. 

“Me either.” 

She smiled back. 

“I think we’ll have to do that again sometime,” she said. 

“Only if you let me take you out first,” Joel said. “Don’t think I can get enough of you in bed. Think I’m gonna need as much as you’ll let me have outside it, too.” 

Ashley reached out and carded her fingers through his thick, shaggy curls. 

“I think we can make that work.” 

#fanfic #joel miller x oc #smut fic #daddy k!nk #dom!joel miller #for you

[fuckmymunson]

Special thanks to @littlest-dark-age who brainstormed with me, shared their controversial yet brave opinions and is my bby Batty ♡. Go follow them!!! Or else.... 🔪

Virgin!Eddie because I want to fuck the shit out of him and make him blush♡. Basically pure dialogue, gonna make a longer fic later♡(〃ω〃)

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"What?" Eddie frowns, with faux confusion. "Do I have something on my face?" He asks the table, who is looking at him with wide eyes, and judging by their reactions, he might as well grew up two heads.

"Very funny, Eds." Jeff snorts, poking his sandwich. "Don't expect us to believe you that easily."

"Don't know what'cha talking 'bout, dude." Eddie shrugs.

The bastard had the audacity.

For starters, his long wavy hair was tied up, and he never ties up his hair, less in a messy bun like he as rocking in that moment. His hellfire shirt was a couple sizes bigger, so the V line was lower, exposing some of his tattoos, and of course, along with his neck, the stars of the show.

A bunch of hickeys, bites, and what appear to be scratches, every here and there.

"Don't try to play us dumb, dude." Gareth laughs, covering his mouth with his hand. "You? Getting laid?"

"What?" Eddie now is actually pissed. "Excuse me?"

"Dude, we are the freaks, do you really expect us to believe you aren't a virgin anymore? And a fleshlight doesn't count."

"What's a fleshlight?" Dustin asks, tilting his hand and lowering his orange juice. Mike rolls his eyes and whispers something in his ear. "Ew! Eddie please tell me you don't have one of those."

"Yeah, toys don't count." Jeff adds. "And to get laid, you need to actually talk to girls, and you know girls don't even look at our direction."

"I beg your pardon?" Eddie places a dramatic ringed hand on his chest. "Not that's anyone's business, but I do have a girlfriend!"

The whole table bursts out laughing, so loudly that a few tables looked at them, confused and a bit annoyed. Eddie is furious now. Was it that hard to believe?

"Sorry, I didn't knew I was a comedian." His tone is dead serious. He crosses his arms over his chest pouting. "For your information, I do get laid, in fact, my fucking first time was better than whatever you'll ever experience in your pathetic lives."

"It's true!" Eddie chirps.

"Can we please have one lunch without fighting?" Mike complains and Eddie shows him his middle finger.

"You're just jealous I was the first one who's not a virgin anymore." Eddie opens his lunchbox, where he keeps his goodies, a few pens and an eraser, and a bag of cookies. "She is the prettiest woman in the whole school— In the world! And goddamn it she was wild and unstoppable, I swear I couldn't feel my legs..." He has the sudden urge to brag about it, even if he was nervous the whole time and you had to lead him through the whole experience. "She kept touching me, she's basically obsessed with me, you know, babes love me, I'm irresistible."

"C'mon dude, we believe you." Gareth says, which is an obvious lie, they weren't even trying to hide their mocking. "Sure, I'm sure your girl is really pretty."

"This girlfriend you're talking about, is in this room with us?" Jeff teases, making the whole table laugh again.

"You know what? Fuck off." Eddie rolls his eyes, of course they wouldn't get it, they still were a weak group of virgins. He stands up violently, his back colliding with someone behind him.

"Hey!" You say, frowning. "Watch it, Munson."

"Shit!" He exclaims, helping you get on your feet. "Sorry princess, wasn't paying attention."

"Whatever." You reply, smiling. "Here." You hand him a hello kitty lunchbox, bright and pink. "I brought you lunch, I know you never eat."

"Thanks, peaches." Eddie smirks and kisses your cheek, wrapping and arm around your waist lovingly.

"Guys." He raises his voice, pleased at the starstruck faces of the rest of the hellfire club. "This is my girlfriend. Friends, girlfriend. Girlfriend, friends." Eddie kisses your cheek, making you giggle.

"Hi." You wave at them, smiling. "Eddie talks about you all the time!"

"So, you're really his girlfriend? Like, he asked you and all? Like, for real? A couple?" Jeff asks, and Gareth nods.

"Thank god the toy thing isn't real." Dustin sighs in relief.

"What toy?" You ask, looking at Eddie who just blushes and brushes it off.

"Nothin' babe, don't worry 'bout it. Yes, my fellow comrades, this beautiful woman right here is my girlfriend! My passionate lover, and the one who made me a man last night, if you know what I mean." Eddie winks and hooks a finger under his shirt, pulling it down, exposing even more hickeys and love bites. You gasp and smack him in the shoulder.

"Eddie! Shut up!"

"Now, I think someone owes me an apology..."

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x female reader #virgin!eddie #eddie by omel! #eddie bittie babie #omenhel's little drabbles!

[planetatlas]

~Locked Out~ j.t.k

Summary: Jeff gets locked out after a mission, and you're the only one available to let him in. Unfortunately, you two hate each other more than anyone else in the mansion.

Content Warnings: Just swearing, it's an enemies to lovers fluff fic. Implied murder, it's Jeff the Killer. Context Clues.

You were sitting on your bed scrolling through Tumblr posts Ben had sent you before he went on a hunt, when your phone started to ring. 'No Caller ID' flashed across your screen. You were hesitant, however Ben installed security measures on your phone so what's the harm in answering? You swiped the call button and said, "Hello?" only to be met with a deep sigh. "Listen, I know I blocked you, and believe me I wish I didn't have to unblock you, but I may or may not be..." he trailed off, and you recognized the scratchy voice of your least favorite person on Earth.

"And tell me why I would ever help you for anything, Jeffery?"

"Okay listen bitch I wouldn't turn to you for help anyway unless you were my last resort."

"I still don't know what you could possibly offer me to get me to help you."

It was silent for a minute before he responded, "I don't have anything to offer. In fact, you don't have any reason to help me, but I'm locked out of the mansion because I just got back from a mission and all of the doors and windows are locked. It's raining hard and I'm already soaked."

That's right, you remembered the crazy fangirls that were prowling the mansion earlier that evening. The proxies locked everything and everyone turned out all types of lighting to deter the girls from believing it was lived in. Everyone stayed in their rooms until the girls gave up and left after spending an hour searching for a way in. "Sorry dude, fangirls were outside but it would've caused a lot of commotion within the town outside the forest if they went missing. We couldn't afford for them to die close to the mansion and have it discovered by anyone else."

You sat and thought for a moment, tuning out whatever bullshit he was rambling about–probably crazy fangirls. You pondered letting him in, before stopping in surprise. Why on Earth would you consider doing anything for him? He was a total asshole who seemed to be extra rude to you compared to the other habitants. You didn't owe him anything, so why were you considering being nice to him? He deserved to sit in the rain, you reasoned with yourself. But to your surprise, you found yourself agreeing, stopping him mid-ramble.

"Okay, give me a minute." He stopped, and before you could hear a reply, you hung up. You slung on a hoodie and some pajama pants before making your way out of your room and down the stairs. You crossed the living room and unlocked the front door. Jeff stood there, soaked and shaking like a dog. He just stared at you in surprise until you snapped him out of it, "You gonna come in or stare at me like a fucking idiot?" He glared before stomping his way inside and up the stairs to his room.

You thought you heard a muttered, 'thank you' but you blew it off. He was a self-centered dick, why would he thank you for anything? Yeah, you're so welcome, you thought as you rolled your eyes, locking the door and making your way back to your room.

~~~

It had been a few weeks since the 'locked out' incident, however you noticed a few subtle changes. For starters, he never blocked you again. You passed by the couch while he was sitting down one day and saw your name in his call list as he scrolled to find Masky's name. He began insulting you a lot more and attempting to be rude more often than normal, however any attempts to snap at you or insult you didn't land as they used to, for he lost the bite in his tone he used to have whenever he spoke to you.

He also began avoiding you and everyone else in general. He spent more time in his room and he was either blasting music that was supposed to come across as his normal heavy stuff but after listening to the lyrics, they sounded more like sad songs. He also paced in his room more often, because you could hear him when you were awake in the late hours of the night. You just continued to blow all of this off, writing it off as him being moody as usual and generally ignoring his existence like normal.

When you'd hang out with Ben, he started acting odd when the topic of Jeff was brought up. He slowly started to attempt to lessen your hate for the paper-faced dickhead and convince you that he wasn't as bad as you thought. You would just narrow your eyes at Ben and at first he dropped it, but he started trying harder the longer it went on.

One night, you were in Ben's room as normal watching him play Resident Evil: Village. You both were in love with Lady D and thought it was funny to fangirl over her together and fight over who loved her more.

After pausing the game to go get snacks, Ben came back in and gave you a funny look after sitting down. "What?" You asked, a little on edge as this was out of his character.

"Why do you hate Jeff so much?"

"What are you on about?"

"You know, ever since you moved in you two have always been at each other's throats."

"Well it's not my fault, he's been a total cunt towards me from the get-go. He's even meaner to me than everyone else, he'd always single me out, insult me when we so much as passed each other, always trying to get in my way. He's even stolen kills from me! What, do you think my hatred isn't justified?"

He sat and thought about your words for a moment, before looking back to you. He looked deep in thought, as if he was trying to pick and choose his words carefully. "I understand why that may have hurt you or made you angry, but have you tried getting to know him a little better? Get past that, albeit sharp, exterior? Did you ever stop to think he was putting up a front?"

You looked at him like he grew a second head before answering, "You're joking right? He even blocked me! How do you expect me to get closer to him when he limits all possible contact?"

"Did you ever even want to get to know him in the first place? Seriously (Y/N), even at the start did you ever have a small desire to get to know him the way you took the time to get to know the rest of us."

At that you paused. Recalling your first few weeks at the mansion, you thought about Jeff. How he acted, how you felt. You remembered feeling intrigued by him, wanting to get closer to him, unraveling the mask he so proudly and stubbornly wore for everyone.

You did want to get closer to him. You even felt slight attraction to him, however his extra cold treatment towards you had hurt you and you found it easier to hate him and throw it back in his face. At this point, hating Jeff was all you knew to do anymore. Showing him kindness in any form was foreign and left a weird taste in your mouth.

You looked Ben in the eyes and realized what he had been working to convince you. He was trying to make you realize you didn't hate him, and you guessed Ben knew before you did that your hatred was just masked hurt. You just gave him a sad smile and said, "I think we should stop here, I'm kind of tired. Goodnight Ben," and before he could reply or grab after you, you walked out of his room and into your own.

~~~

You were on a mission to kill one of the fangirls that had been prowling that night, it had been long enough since she had visited that it was safe to dispose of her before she spread too much information. The other girls had continued to attempt to get close but Slenderman wanted to put distance between their visits to the mansion and their death, so people wouldn't connect it to the mansion.

You were walking back to the mansion and as you broke the treeline, it started pouring. Even worse, it was pouring hard and it was cold. It felt like you were being pelted by icicles and it soaked your clothing quickly.

You sprinted to the front door, expecting the knob to turn and you could be in the safety and comfort of your room. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. The knob didn't give, and you ended up slamming into the door in your rush to get inside. You jiggled the knob a few more times, shoving against the door with your shoulder. It didn't budge.

Irritated, soaked, and freezing, you circled the ground floor, trying every window and the back door. You couldn't get in anywhere. Sighing, you slumped on the porch with your back against the door, you began calling everyone in the mansion. Some went straight to voicemail, some rang for a second before being declined, and some rang the entire way through. No one picked up.

Losing hope, you almost closed your phone and resigned to sleeping on the porch for the night before your eyes caught an unknown number. You immediately knew who it was, as it was the only number you didn't have saved.

Sighing deeply, you tapped on the number and it began to ring. 'Please pick up, please pick up, please pick-' "Hello?" That familiar raspy voice answered, and you mentally cheered to yourself before cringing.

"Hey, Jeff. Remember how I so graciously rescued you from a rainy night on the front porch?" You heard silence for a minute, and almost hung up, beginning to believe he was ignoring you was was going to leave you outside, when you hear a small sigh, before, "One minute." Then the dial-tone signalling he hung up.

You stared at your phone in confusion and offence. Suddenly, you heart the lock clicking and before you could process it, your back hit the floor of the entryway. Jeff stood above you staring down, in nothing but sagging pajama pants.

You started at him for a second before he spoke, "What are you staring at? Come on (Y/N), get inside before you get sick." You just nodded your head and stood up, stepping inside so he could close and lock the door.

You stood in shock, as he turned back around and stared back. "Do I have something on my face?" His words made you snap out of it as you blushed and found the wall the most interesting thing in the room.

You heard him sigh, before he muttered to himself, "I'm too tired for this. I'm probably gonna regret this in the morning," before he looked at you and spoke to you this time, "(Y/N), can we talk?" This left you even more shocked, and somewhat confused.

Nodding, you began to follow him before remembering you were soaked from head to toe. "Do you mind if I change first?" He shook his head and continued to his room while you hurried to your own. Changing into a tank top and pajama pants and towel drying your hair quickly, you made your way to his room.

You opened the door to him sitting on his bed and his head snapped to you as you entered. You shut the door and stood awkwardly as you weren't used to this level of kindness or sincerity from the killer. He rolled his eyes before standing and making his way to you. He stopped and stared you in the eyes, causing you to blush. Scratching his neck, he began to speak.

"(Y/N), do you truly hate me?"

You blinked in surprise and went to tell him how much you hated him, but the words died in your throat. You stared at him as you tried to speak, but words kept failing you. Finally, you sighed, looked down to the floor, then looked back up to him as you steeled your resolve.

"No, I don't hate you. I acted like I did because that was easier than continuing to attempt to be nice to you only to get shut down every time and get my feelings hurt over and over again."

You stared him down as he looked to the ground for a moment, processing your words. When he looked back to you, regret, confusion, frustration, and sadness flashed in his eyes.

"I'm sorry for treating you like that. This may just be the exhaustion causing me to be more honest tonight, but I never really wanted to treat you like that. The way you made me feel confused me, it scared me. I didn't know how to handle it or your kindness so I lashed out instead."

"Eventually, you just started dishing it back so I thought I lost my chance of ever getting to know you. I wanted to get closer to you, but every time I tried I choked up and ended up snapping at you. I'm sorry,"

He paused and took a shaky breath in, before breathing it out and giving you sad, regretful eyes before continuing, "After I got locked out, you didn't have to let me in but you did, for no other reason than the kindness of your heart that you've shown to everyone else, and I just couldn't stop thinking about it. I wondered why you bothered to help me when I've been so rude to you, and it messed with my head, so I pushed you away harder, but I couldn't keep it up."

He spoke with such certainty and regret you actually began to believe it. Throughout the weeks since the first incident, when he got locked out, you remembered all of the little things that chipped away at your resolve but it made you feel weak, you felt vulnerable for letting little things play with your emotions, so you just denied them harder than before.

However, standing here in front of Jeff, who was supposed to be your enemy, you realized that wasn't the case. You weren't being delusional, the little things actually meant something. When the fact that he felt the same as you had finally set in, you just widened your eyes before staring at him in shock. He looked worried, scared almost, before asking you if you were upset with him.

"I can understand if you don't understand how I feel or feel the same way, I can't expect you to after the way I treated you. I just needed to get this off my chest before–" He was cut off as you pounced on him in a hug. You buried your head in his neck and hugged him like your life depended on it, silently telling him to stop talking. He froze and stiffened up, before slowly relaxing and circling his arms around you, burying his face into your hair.

You two stood like that for a while, silent and taking comfort in the other's presence. You pulled away first, giving him a gentle smile that told him everything he needed to know.

You believed it was safe to say it was going to be a lot calmer and friendlier between you two.

(A/N): This is my first ever fanfic??? I write essays not fanfiction but that changes now I guess. He may be OOC but it's fluff and if I were to write him how I actually thought he'd be this would turn into dark angst so fast. Constructive criticism appreciated, hate comments will be deleted lmao. You can also leave requests, I'm open to many fandoms however I may not be able to write some as well as I can others.

#jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer #jeffery woods #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #enemies to lovers #fluff #jeff the killer fluff

[battyshopkeeper]

Collage riddler x male reader au

Roommate Cuddles

Edward Nashton x Male Reader

Word Count: 1242

Contains / Warnings: Confessions, Cuddles, Mentions of Anxiety, Mentions of Alcohol, Fluff, Suggestive Stuff, Omg they were roommates. 

(A/N: I’m back, have quick little fluff as a treat. Also yes I used this banner before.) 

You had a really weird roommate. That wasn't you being overly judgmental, that was just a simple observation. It could've been much worse with the entire plan of becoming roommates with a random stranger. But there was no way in hell you could pay for rent with your cashier job, and you would rather die then befriend someone at this point. So your only option was him.

One Edward Nashton, the relatively shy guy that was going to attend your collage, with the added bonus of having a job to pay the bills. It was practically perfect.

And it was rude but even when meeting him there was a part of you that hoped Edward would spend the majority of his time away. But that couldn't be further from the truth. You couldn't even judge in all honesty since you were in the same boat as him. Your antisocial behavior that was worsened by your anxiety, it all lead to staying in your shared shitty apartment then going out to enjoying the collage life. Edward was probably the only other person you talked to outside of classes or work, and just like you he was the same.

It was awkward at first, both of you hanging around the apartment only being able to start the most stilted of small talk before it died off into uncomfortable silence until one of you called it quits and went back to your room. But there was a slow change, and it started when those god awful conversation starters actually revealed what interests you both had in common. Quickly warming up to him after that, being charmed by his odd personality that you originally thought would've been a point of contention. You two clicked after that and that was all you really needed to get attached to one another.

It became a usual occurrence to hang out in the living room. At first using the excuse of studying together, but that quickly turned to times where you just enjoyed each others company. From playing games together, trying new budget foods to mixed results, or simply rambling about whatever your minds went to. And today was one of those days, with both of you lazily sitting on the couch. The entire vibe changing when you pulled out a bottle of whine, a joke gift for Edward getting a promotion, a whole 5 cents difference. It became a blurry night with both of you taking swigs from the bottle, talking about your day, mainly complaining about classes. But it didn't take long for things to take a turn.

"Yeah, I feel like I'm starved—I would have died if touch starvation was a thing." It was a lame passing comment from your buzz, you didn't even remember what started that conversation. But it lead to an odd moment as Edward stared at you nervously, struggling to speak up as he gulped down the wine. "So you uh, never cuddled anyone?" "Obviously not." There was a small pause, his eyes locked directly to yours as you felt yourself become a little nervous, maybe more from embarrassment then anything. "Wanna test it out then?" Edward suddenly asks.

You were visibly taken aback at his offer, Edward softly cursing under his breath, like he realized just how weird that was. "I mean, I'm not... against it. Guess it's good to try new thing." You reply, scratching the back of your neck with a timid smile. "You don't have to, I mean you don't have to settle with me for that." Edward gestures at himself with a forced laugh and that oddly made you feel a little defensive on his part. "Come on, Ed. Who the hell would I trust to cuddle with? I hate the majority of people." He looked away at that, becoming a flustered mess so much that he had to bite down a smile.

"So then... how do we do this?" Edward stood up as a way to start, placing the almost empty bottle to the side with a groan. You laid down with open arms, a teasing smile spreading around your face. "Come here, dude." Edward stood there for a second, with a face like he thought he was about to do something wrong. It took you calling his name again for him to finally lay on top of you, so carefully, like you were made of glass. "Relax. I can handle you." You try to soothe while gently pulling him closer. Edward furiously apologized while trying to shift into a more comfortable position. You couldn't help but let out a chuckle as Edward hesitantly laid his head against your chest before letting out a sigh when your arms wrapped around him. He was going to make a passing comment but it always died off. He couldn't even lie, this was a dream come true, feeling so close to your warmth and scent, it was enough to make Edward nuzzle his cheek against you for just a little more.

And you both stayed that way for who knows how long, losing track of time as you dozed off in each others arms. Only being woken up when bringing up something to keep your minds distracted from it's sleepiness, always dying into random ramblings.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" You playfully tease as your grip around him tightened, feeling him hug your torso with a small huff. "Pft, no." "That's a shame, I was gonna ask if you wanted to do this more." Edward paused. "... I really like this then." He said while hiding his face into the crook of your neck. "Yeah, me too." You whisper with a hand moving up to his neck, your thumb gently rubbing his cheek as you heard him let out another sigh.

"I can never imagine doing this with anyone but you." Edward confessed, his hands running down your sides. Fluttering your eyes closed, you let out a small noise as Edward kept his hands on you. You wanted to say something, ask him more but you stopped yourself, instead choosing to stay in the moment to focus on his voice and hands. And Edward kept going, whispering to you confession after confession.

"Ed, you're making me feel so many things. And I don't wanna make you regret this." You groan as he gently kissed under your jaw. "I won't regret this, I promise." He mumbled before going back to littering your neck with kisses.

"Fuck, I really really like you." You let out a lighthearted laugh, feeling him slowly stop. "I guess I kinda see you as my boyfriend sometimes."

"Do you mean it?" "Of course—" "No, like you're not joking, right?" Edward looked up at you with furrowed brows, pain lacing his face and voice. You were a little speechless, your mind blanking at how desperate he seemed. It was enough to make you sit up to tilt his head up at you.

"Eddie, who else would I want to be my boyfriend? Who else could it be but you? You're the only person I want to stick besides and I mean that." Edward couldn't stop from smiling, suddenly hiding his face in his hands, letting out a broken laugh. "Holy shit, are you crying?" You quickly go to comfort him, grabbing his wrists as he shook his head frantically. "It's the whine, These are—They're happy tears. I just thought that this could never happen." Edward laughed again before wiping his running tears. You took that as sign, leaning closer to him with a grin. "Wow, We really are walking stereotypes. Close roommates."

"Roommates for life?" He jokingly asks.

"Roommates for life." You reply.

#Edward Nashton #edward nashton x reader #Edward nashton x male reader #The Riddler #collage au #the batman 2022

[crabbunch]

“She’s allergic to nuts,” Cleo says, shaking her head. 

“So?” Joe bites back. “It’s a chocolate cake. It doesn’t have nuts.”

“They make peanut butter cakes here, though,” Cleo points out. “There could be cross-contamination.”

“Ugh…” Joe groans. “Can’t he just- I don’t know, not be allergic to nuts. Let’s just get the chocolate cake and call it a day. It’s not a big deal.”

“Do you want her to keel over and die?” Cleo raises an eyebrow. “Do you want that? On his birthday?”

“...no,” Joe sighs. “Fine. What other bakeries are even open at this time of night?”

“None,” Cleo purses her lips. “We’ll have to make the cake ourselves.”

“Wh- Cleo, do you want to light the kitchen on fire?” Joe hisses.

“I believe in us,” Cleo smirks. “We- we’ve really only ever started 7 fires while cooking, and 3 while baking. We’ve got a good track record. Fairly good.”

“No??” Joe wrinkles his nose. “We’ve started more fires cooking because we cook more than we bake. We’ve only baked like 8 times ever, tops.”

“And we’ve got more than a 50% success rate!” Cleo cheers. “Come on, Joe, we’re gonna do great!”

“I’m gonna go update my insurance real quick…” Joe mutters. “You go buy the ingredients. I’ll meet you at your house.”

- - -

“Joe,” Cleo says conversationally. “Is it just me, or are we in that shop, buying a cake?”

“Mmm, just you, I think,” Joe replies. “If I remember correctly, we didn’t end up buying a cake here.”

“Oh, right, we’re about to burn down my starter base…” Cleo reminisces. “Do you think we should stop ourselves?”

“Well, will that completely destroy the stream of time, do you think?” Joe squints. “Is this time travel?”

“No, my com’s still displaying the correct date,” Cleo says. 

“Hmm. Maybe they’re the ones who time traveled,” Joe muses. 

“That’s a good theory,” Cleo agrees. 

They sit in silence for a few moments, watching their past- present- other selves argue about if the convex were a reliable source for insurance.

“Remember when we were worried about insurance policies?” Joe asks fondly. 

“How could I forget?” Cleo laughs. “You never stopped.”

“Well…” Joe rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. 

The other Joe and the other Cleo shake hands, apparently coming to some sort of agreement-  no, they remember this, they did come to an agreement. 

“Do you think something’s wrong with us?” Cleo glances at Joe. 

“Well, nothing’s disintegrating yet, and I don’t think we’re stuck in a time loop, so we’re probably good,” Joe smiles. 

- - -

Cleo and Joe are walking down the street when Cleo pauses, and yanks Joe back. 

“Oh,” Joe says, staring at the other Joe and Cleo who are staring intently at a bakery. If he craned his neck, he could see another Joe and Cleo through the window, discussing insurance. “That’s us, again.”

“It would appear so!” Cleo says, smiling anxiously. “I don’t suppose- do you think there’s anyone watching us?” 

They whirl around, and search for a Joe and Cleo that might be from the future. There’s no one there.

“Well!” Joe says, clapping his hands together. “That’s- that’s- hopefully it won’t happen again!”

“We’ve ignored it before, and it always turned out fine!” Cleo agrees. “I say we ignore it again and hope for the best!”

“Is there an insurance policy for willful ignorance in an effort not to break the space-time continuum?” Joe wonders.

“Not from the convex,” Cleo laughs. 

“Well- okay, yeah, but they’re not reliable for anything,” Joe reasons. “Are there any other insurance providers on the server?”

- - -

Joe freezes, and tackles Cleo into an alleyway. 

“Ow!” she hisses. “Joe, what-”

“We looked!” Joe wails quietly. “We checked to make sure it wouldn’t happen again!”

“What are you talking about?” Cleo asks, dusting off her shorts. She looks up, and sees a Joe and Cleo watching a Joe and Cleo who are watching a Joe and Cleo. 

“We checked!” Joe says again. 

“Well, you did just tackle is into an ally,” Cleo points out. “I’d reckon that would make it hard for us to- for them to-”

Joe and Cleo look around wildly, trying to spot themselves. Joe and Cleo stay crouched in the ally. 

“This might be a little problem,” Joe says. 

“It’s fine,” Cleo says. “We’ll just- all we’re doing is seeing ourselves whenever we come to the shopping district. If we stop coming here we’ll stop seeing ourselves.”

“Right,” Joe says. “I love avoiding problems! That sounds like a great plan.”

- - -

They get lazy. 

Joe needs concrete for his pinball machine and Cleo needs deepslate for her islands and neither of them want to grind for it. They go to the shopping district. 

They fly over it, mostly- they’re not going to start confronting their past selves. What if the universe collapses or something?

They still see them, though. Joe and Cleo in the bakery, Joe and Cleo watching Joe and Cleo in the Bakery, Joe and Cleo watching the both of them, Joe and Cleo in the ally-

It’s all getting a little ridiculous.

“You know,” Cleo tells Joe as he shovels concrete into a shulker box. “Most of the time, when you meet your past self, it’s because you have some unresolved emotions, or something.”

“We haven’t actually met them yet,” Joe says. “Mostly we’ve been observing and avoiding.”

“Do you have any unresolved emotions?” Cleo asks. 

“Do you?” Joe shoots back. 

They stare at each other.

“Well, I mean, yeah, who doesn’t?” Cleo says. “I don’t think talking to myself from a week ago will help with that, though.”

“Darn,” says Joe. 

- - -

Cleo and Joe go shopping. When they look up, they see themselves circling the shopping district like hawks. 

“I don’t know how we missed ourselves, this time,” Cleo says. “You think we would have noticed.”

“Maybe we weren’t here last time,” Joe says. “Maybe it’s sort of a case by case basis.”

“What do you mean by that, Joe,” Cleo mutters. She stares off at the Joe and Cleo in the bakery. 

“We should go talk to ourselves,” Joe suggests. 

“What,” Cleo says. “Okay, sure.”

They march up to the Joe and Cleo in the alleyway. They jump and whirl around, mouths gaping like fishes. There’s something off about them- Cleo narrows her eyes and grabs the past Joe’s arm.

It comes off.

The past Joe sighs, and takes off his head. 

“Zedaph?” Joe asks, wrinkling his nose in confusion. 

“Hello,” Zedaph gives him a little wave and continues to take off the Joe mascot costume. 

“...are all of us you?” Cleo asks. 

“Yep!” says Zedaph cheerfully. 

“Why?” Joe asks.

“For science,” Zedaph proclaims. 

“What science was happening?” Cleo asks carefully. 

“I was seeing what your reaction would be if you thought your past selves were wandering around!” Zedaph smiles. “I dresses up as you guys and repeated your past interactions in the shopping district- just the shopping district, to keep the scale reasonable.”

“Right!” Joe says. “Well, can we get compensated for our involvement?” 

“Sure thing!” Zedaph says. He pats his pockets and pulls out a small, malformed pumpkin and hands it to Joe. “You’ll have to share, I’m afraid.”

“That’s fine,” Cleo says. “Hope your experiment gave you the information you needed.”

“Oh, it did!” Zedaph beams. “Thank you guys so much!”

The Zedaph still dressed as Cleo takes off the costume’s head. “Should we gather up all the clones and throw ‘em into the void now that the experiments over?”

“Yes, please!” Zedaph says. 

Joe and Cleo leave. 

#joe hills #zombiecleo #zedaph #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fic #i dont knwo either. dont worry about it.

[fishandships]

“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.” for Alhaitham? -Setchan

Fluff Starters (thank you i needed this ;w;)

      Work was dragging on even more slowly than usual. Alhaitham could hardly even focus on his book, glancing constantly at the clock. It was normal for him to want to leave early, but this time was for a different reason. This time he had a date.

      As he checked the clock for the umpteenth time, there was a knock at his office door. “Come in,” he sighed irritably.

      The door cracked open. One of his secretaries peered nervously through. “Sir, a message for you. It’s from Kaveri.”

      Now Alhaitham was paying attention. “What did they say?”

      The secretary opened the door a little further. “They  offered their sincerest apologies, but said they won’t be able to meet with you this afternoon. They’re laid up with a migraine.”

      Alhaitham frowned. Kaveri had mentioned offhandedly that they experienced frequent migraines, but he hadn’t realized it was so bad that they would miss a date. At once a sense of purpose came over him. He stood. “Well then. If anyone is looking for me, tell them I had to attend to an emergency.”

      With that, he brushed past the secretary and headed out.

      This was a time when having an Akasha Terminal again would have been useful. Instead Alhaitham paused briefly at his own home to grab a few books on cures for common ailments, as well as some other things. He read up on migraine treatments all the way to Kaveri’s temporary residence in the outermost suburbs of Sumeru City. When he arrived, the windows were covered, which was unusual - normally Kaveri kept the windows wide open in any weather. Alhaitham rapped lightly at the door. “Kaveri? It’s me.”

      “Just a moment!” came the reply, the voice weary but pleasantly surprised.

      After a short while the door opened. Kaveri shielded their eyes with their hand. They were in loose-fitted, simple clothing that Alhaitham assumed were pajamas, and their hair looked as though they’d hastily groomed out their bedbead just before coming to the door. Their bearing was haggard, pain evident in the slight squint of their eyes. “I’m so sorry to flake on you,” they said sadly. “I was really looking forward to this afternoon, but-“

      “Don’t apologize,” he interrupted in an authoritative tone. “The museum will still be there next week. I’m more concerned about you. May I come in?”

      Kaveri stepped aside to let him in. “I’m really in no shape to be a good host, but I could make you some tea if-“

      They stopped abruptly when Alhaitham lifted his hand to their face, his thumb gently brushing over their cheekbone as he examined them. “Shh. Don’t worry about any of that. I’m here to take care of you.”

      At this Kaveri’s demeanor took an unusual turn. A furrow slowly appeared in their brow, and their eyelids fluttered in response to the prickle of incoming tears. They leaned into his touch and swallowed before speaking. “Thank you.”

       He kissed their forehead. “Go back to bed. I’ll make the tea - I brought something that’s supposed to help with migraines.”

       Kaveri stood frozen for a moment, biting their lower lip as if to keep it from trembling. “Okay,” they said quietly, and retreated into their bedroom.

      Alhaitham busied himself making tea, tidying the kitchen a bit as he went. When the tea was ready, he found Kaveri in their room, curled on their side amid a veritable nest of pillows. They sat up quickly when he entered and immediately winced. “Relax,” he said, setting their tea within reach. 

       Kaveri accepted the tea, sipping in silence as they watched him prepare a blend of essential oils. “Where do you keep your diffuser?” he asked.

       “In the closet,” they replied, swinging their legs over the side of the bed.

       He held up a hand to stop them before they stood. “Don’t get up - I’ll get it. Drink your tea.”

       Once the diffuser was set up and the gentle aroma of mixed herbs filled the air, Alhaitham sat at the foot of Kaveri’s bed to drink his own tea. They were still watching him over the top of their cup, peering up through their long eyelashes. “Thank you,” they murmured. “I’m not used to being taken care of.”

        “It’s nothing,” he replied. “Selfishly, I still wanted to spend time with you. The location of the ‘date’ is irrelevant.”

       “We should still go to the museum another time, though,” they said.

        He nodded in agreement, offering them a little smile. “Absolutely.”

       Seeing that they were nearly finished with their tea, he asked, “Is the window closed because it’s too loud outside?”

        They sighed. “Yeah. The fresh air helps a lot, but here in the city, the noise sort of outweighs the benefit.”

       “Then let’s remedy that,” Alhaitham said.

       He removed his noise-canceling headphones and carefully placed them on Kaveri’s ears. They lifted their hands to touch the headphones almost reverently. “Are you sure?”

       “I wouldn’t be willing to loan them to you if I wasn’t sure,” he replied, his tone kinder than his succinct words might otherwise have implied.

       Standing, he went to the window and opened it wide. A gentle breeze swept in along with the general clamor of the busy street outside. Kaveri looked relieved. “These work beautifully.”

       “If I put on some music, you’ll hardly be able to hear anything else at all,” Alhaitham offered.

       “Oh…no, that’s alright,” they said softly. “I want to be able to hear your voice.”

       Another little smile graced his lips. He trailed the back of his forefinger along their cheek. Then he said, “I have one more thing that might help.”

        Reaching into one of his many pockets, he produced a flat, round object. He squeezed it in his hand to activate it before offering it to Kaveri, who inclined their head curiously as they accepted. Their expression lit up in such delight that Alhaitham had to smile again. “It’s a little Cryo Slime! And it’s cold!” they exclaimed.

        “It contains some essence of Cryo Slime,” he explained. “It's meant to be used as a compress.”

       “It even has a little face…how cute.” Kaveri lay down on their back with a sigh of relief, their slime cold pack on their brow. “Oh, that feels so good.”

       They turned their body in a way that reminded him of a cat to gaze up at him with soft eyes. “Thank you again. Really. It might not seem like a lot to you, but to me…”

        Their eyes started to water. Alhaitham stroked their hair. “Shh. Just rest. I’ll be here if you need anything else.”

       Kaveri nodded. They closed their eyes and sighed again. Satisfied that his work was done, Alhaitham again sat at the foot of the bed. He took out a book and started to read. After a moment he glanced at Kaveri. There was still some tension from pain in their face, especially around their eyes, but less so than when he’d first arrived. Now, laying among their collection of pillows in their soft pajamas, they looked much more relaxed and comfortable.

      And cuddleable.

      Alhaitham set his book aside. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he lay down beside Kaveri. He put his arms around them and pulled their back to his chest. They put their hands over his own, hugging his forearms. “Are you gonna nap with me?”

      Though he couldn’t see their face, he could hear the smile in their voice. “Mm-hmm,” he hummed, his face against their shoulder. 

     Kaveri kissed the backs of his fingers before wiggling a bit to attain maximum comfiness. This time, their sigh was one of contentment. “I feel better already.”

      “Good,” he said, the relief he felt only barely entering his voice. 

      Even without his headphones, he soon found himself growing drowsy in the warmth and comfort of the shared bed, blanketed in the fresh air and the aroma from the diffuser. Kaveri’s breathing grew shallow and even as they dozed off. With them in his arms, he soon joined them for a brief afternoon snooze. It wasn’t the date he had been looking forward to, but, having been able to share some comfort with his lover in their time of need, Alhaitham was content.

#my writing #kaveri #alhaitham #📗 #otp: the heart has its reasons

[jestanotherclown]

The Rules Of Engagement Are Really Quite Simple

Absolutely no minors allowed. Helluva Boss/ Hazbin Hotel are adult shows so you must be at least 18 to interact. Minors will be blocked on sight and if you don't have your age in your bio or somewhere on your blog(s), I'm going to assume you're a kid and you'll be blocked. Mun is 21+

Mutuals Only please. I will answer questions and converse with non-moots but no threads.

Do not reblog/ comment/ interact on shit you're not apart of. This is one of the quickest ways to get yourself blocked from my blog.

Do not bug me about replies. If I forgot to answer, remind me after a week. Tumblr probably ate it or I'm stuck/don't have muse. Send it to me if I don't respond in a week.

Give me something to work with if you ask to plot/play with me. If I can't work with what you gave me, I'll let you know and if you still don't give me something to work with, I'm ignoring you. I'm not begging anyone to cooperate with me. And if you keep giving me shit I can't do anything with, I'm blocking you. End of story.

If I block you, don't come to another blog of mine and ask why. I don't owe you an explanation. If I block you, it means DNI with me anymore.

Don't Godmod, Spotlight, metagame or anything else like that.

If you ask to plot/play with me, please have basic knowledge of the RPC and how it works. If you ask to RP, I'm going to assume you know what you're doing.

Plotting with OCs is absolutely mandatory. Especially if I don't know your character well. Don't just throw your character at me and expect me to know how to respond. Plot with me first.

Plotting is preferred in general but not required outside of OC interactions.

Fizzarolli is GAY. He's canonically with Asmodeus but is open for shipping with MALE CHARACTERS ONLY. Do. Not. Force. Your. FEMALE. Muses on him. I have had this problem on my Angel blog and I will not put up with it anymore.

Don't steal my starters. Point blank period.

Do not spam like my open starters. Respond to it. That's what they're there for.

NON RP BLOGS ( UNLESS YOU'RE A MAIN FOR AN RP SIDEBLOG), BLANK BLOGS AND PORN BLOGS ARE UNWELCOME HERE.

Don't be afraid to talk to me OOC. If I come across as mean, I apologize but I am very tired of my rules being disrespected so I'm over clarifying for the people in the back. Feel free to chat with me, I promise I don't bite. Fizz might though 😜

Mun does not equal muse. Remember that.

I cannot and will not write with those that write in first person, chat style or script style RP. I can't respond to it and it's just a general pet peeve of mine. Please don't write this way if you plan on playing with me. I will not interact with you if you do.

READ MY RULES BEFORE INTERACTING WITH ME FOR FUCK'S SAKE! I don't put these here for the ✨ Aesthetic ✨

Send in one of my rules as a password if you read and understood this post

#🃏Rules Of Engagement 🎪| Rules #😈 this is where you let go 🤡| ooc #🎪in the center of the ring 🎶| mun speaks

[duunswitch]

WHAT NOT TO DO WHEN INTERACTING WITH MY BLOG - Customizable Edition

BASICS !

Name / Alias: Kelpy, though you may also know me as Newt or Ven!

Pronouns: they/them, though I'll also accept she/her since I'm not out among family

Blog type: single muse | Multi-muse | non selective | semi selective | selective | mutuals only | private | other

Type of muses: canon | OCs | both| other (specify)

GENERALITIES !

Triggers people MUST tag: Dolls, specifically porcelain and BJD. Lifelike dolls as well; toys like barbie are fine.

Interest tracker / checker: I have it and it’s mandatory | I have it, it’s not mandatory but I’m more likely to follow back / interact with the people who fill it | I have one and I prefer it if people fill it in | I have it but it’s up to people whether to fill it or not | I don’t have one | other (specify)

Reblog karma: I practice it | I practice it sometimes | I don’t practice it | I always reblog memes from the source | indifferent | other (specify)

Rule passwords: I have one and it’s mandatory | I have one and it’s optional | I don’t have one | I send passwords | don’t sent passwords

3-5 ESSENTIAL RULES PEOPLE HAVE TO RESPECT

I have no sleep schedule, please don't try to match my reply speed bc I reply immediately a lot of the time and do not expect people to do the same.

Mutuals mean mutuals only.

I'm small and anxious so I tend not to reach out first a lot of the time; I promise I don't bite though so you should definitely just kick in my inbox and forcibly befriend me. I promise I'll be happy about it.

Sometimes I'm like a rat terrier with a rat about subjects; if you're tired of hearing about it just tell me to shut up lmao. autism means I don't always recognize the cues and need to be told straight up that I'm doing a thing

I'm just a small seaweed, please be gentle

3-5 IMPORTANT PET PEEVES TO KEEP IN MIND

Despite my best attempts, I promise I'm not stupid. Please don't treat me like a child; lmao I had an ex friend treat me like I was an idiotic 5 year old at a con once bc we got separated and never have I wanted to punch someone so badly. Don't condescend to me. If you do chances are I'll go silent and you'll never hear from me again.

Acting like I owe you my time! I'm always willing to interact and yell w/ people, I promise! I'm really excited to interact with people at all times, but more than once I've had other muses both IC and OOC act like I/my muse owed them all of my time and energy and that always ends in a block. 

Please be legible posts lmao. I have bad eyesight, don't make it worse.

2-5 THINGS THAT WILL LEAD TO INSTANT (SOFT)BLOCKING

Lack of respect. Treating me like I'm an idiot/child, or not respecting my time.

Not actually giving me equal effort. I absolutely do not expect anyone to match my length and definitely not my reply speed lmao but if I give you a couple paras, please don't slap down one line and call it good. UNLESS you can give me enough to work with in said line for a reply. (Legit once had someone reply to a ten para starter with two lines and MAN did that kill a muse.)

Harassing me/friends over people they're RPing with or ships we have. If someone is genuinely dangerous that's one thing, then sure lemme know privately but showing up on anon or posting vagues about it doesn't get you the result you think it does.

2-5 THINGS THAT LEAD ME TO UNFOLLOW / SOFTBLOCK A MUTUAL / SOMEONE I INTERACT WITH

Yoinking my icons/other stuff. Unless otherwise specified, I make everything myself. I've had icons drawn specifically for me by friends as a bday gift stolen more than once in other fandoms, and it's annoying.

Forceshipping. I promise, I'm super easy to ship with; I see two characters interact once and my brain's already going "hey what if they kiss tho" within three posts if they have the chemistry for it so if you're interested then just say so! Forcing it when I/the muse clearly aren't interested tho, no pls.

Not tagging things, or being an asshole about people politely requesting you tag a trigger for them. Your blog so if you don't wanna tag triggers alright, but don't be a dick about saying no. 

2-5 REASON YOU DON’T FOLLOW (BACK) SOMEONE

I don’t know your muse, our styles wouldn’t click, or I’m not a fan of a lot of the content you post. I like to keep my dash clean with people I know and those I can see myself writing with.

I know you from before and you’re someone I haven’t had good interactions with. I've been in many fandoms on tumblr in the last decade or so in the RP comm, and surprise I do in fact recognize distinct rp styles; if you're known for being a predator or anything in another fandom, there's a high chance I know and I've been there to watch it happen. I know who you are, you aren't fooling me with a new blog and a new alias.

I didn’t see you follow; tumblr's bad at doing it's job so I may not have noticed. Or I did, but you're a personal with an RP sideblog and didn't post anywhere where your RP blog is so I don't know there's an RP blog to follow.

tagged by: @pseudomonacarriea tagging: theft!

#ooc;; out of magic

[ailec-12]

I posted 818 times in 2022

129 posts created (16%)

689 posts reblogged (84%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@napo-con-fritas

@i-will-write

@togetherkru

@evilbeanghost

@meibruges

I tagged 814 of my posts in 2022

#art - 294 posts

#* - 129 posts

#hp - 122 posts

#encanto - 83 posts

#bnha - 83 posts

#severus snape - 75 posts

#quotes - 69 posts

#ask ail - 61 posts

#yagi toshinori - 53 posts

#ask meme - 53 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#once i told someone 'i get why you want to drop this story; that's okay' and they replied very strongly that they were not going to drop it

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

A new chapter is out!

Some very intense moments between James and Sev take place. I hope you'll like it and let me know what you think.

30 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#4

Prooooompt!! When Sev gets bullied by a group of kids, James is forced to look back and confront his own past behaviour. --- I'd love it if Sirius and Remus are there, too, and I'd love for Lily to get angry at some point. I kind of see this happening during the time where Sev and James' relationship is not so good (which is a very ample period of time, lol), but feel free to modify the idea as you want.

Thanks so much for this prompt, I really loved it! Wish I could've managed to include everything, but I'm delighted you still liked it so much.

Also, shout-out to @evilbeanghost for reading it beforehand and helping me see I was fretting over nothing, hahaha. Thanks, dear.

Also on AO3.

Looking in the Mirror

I. First Warning

It happens during his first week at school and Severus is paralysed by terror as he waits by the headmaster’s door. His fears are confirmed when not only Lily but James, too, turn the corner. He is in big trouble. For starters, he had no idea they would call any parents after just one fight. In addition, he has thrown the first punch, so the bruise blossoming on his own cheek had been written off as self-defence and he is the only one facing serious consequences.

He wants to cry. He wants to run. Instead, he digs his trembling fingers in the wooden bench. As soon as Lily is close enough, she crouches down. Her fingers brush against his unscathed cheek.

“Oh, Sev, what happened?”

“I reckon it’s pretty obvious,” James snaps coldly, stopping just behind her.

See the full post

31 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#3

I saw this picrew on my dash earlier today and thought it was really cute.

Tagging @hklnvgl, @napo-con-fritas and anyone else who wants to try it out.

42 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

#2

Fic Rec Friday (BNHA edition)

Endeavor-centric

Just Watch Me, by WhiteWinterDragon (WIP, 13k). Rei disappears and Endeavor must take care of their four children.

Splitting Rocks, by iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid (one shot, 22k). Endeavor gets trapped in a time loop.

Aizawa-centric

All Might's pen pal, by xweapon (complete, 27k). Erasermight. Aizawa sends a drunk email to All Might as he falls for Toshinori.

Gold, the colour of fear, by RedResin (one shot, 2k). Aizawa comforts Eri after a nightmare.

All Might-centric

Been Seen, by siriusfan13 (one shot, 1k). Pre-canon. "Being seen and being noticed are not the same thing. Yagi Toshinori knows this well."

Learning to Trust, by siriusfan13 (WIP, 86k). Gen, whump and hidden identity —not much else I could ask for. All Might wants to get to know the UA staff before revealing his identity to them. Lots of Aizawa and Present Mic as well.

The Torrid Affair of All Might and Yagi Toshinori, by speedwagons-glorious-mane (WIP, 3k). More All Might trying desperately to hide his identity.

misconceptions, by h1lo (one shot, 631). Nana's first impressions of Yagi Toshinori.

When Baby Birds Try to Fly, by pillowspace (one shot, 4k). Nana & Toshi, before she gives him OFA.

Let Them Eat Cake, by academiccockroach (one shot, 13k). Orphan Toshi bites (a lot) as he meets Nana and Gran Torino for the first time.

Breaking Down, by FloFlow (WIP, 13k). Nana deals with her own demons after abandoning Kotaro when Toshinori gets sick.

56 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Two truths, one lie

Tagged by @supermarketcrayons, thank you!

My favourite sport is football.

I've never been in New York.

I have a green thumb.

Feel free to guess!

84 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #Seriously that's the tag game with most notes? Anyway #Glad to see House Potter keeps going strong #It's so cool one of my fics made it to the top 5 #And the BNHA rec list got so many notes! Good; those stories deserve more comments #*

[berenwrites]

Whole New Us Ch24 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Whole New Us: Trauma Bonded and Beyond

Also on AO3 | Or here CH1 | CH2 | CH3 | CH4 | CH5 | CH6 | CH7 | CH8 | CH9 | CH10 | CH11 | CH12 | CH13 | CH14 | CH15 | CH16 | CH17 | CH18 | CH19 | CH20 | CH21 | CH22 | CH23 | CH24 | CH25 (Mature) | CH25 (Fade to black) COMPLETE

Summary: Steve has been ignoring his own problems, he’s been busy. They’ve all been busy, preoccupied with fixing everything that was broken. Vecna has been defeated, but the Upside Down is still there, and the gates are not completely closed even though Hawkins has almost returned to normal. It’s been a couple of months and the aftereffects of Steve’s encounter with the demobats is about to come back to bite him. However, it also brings some unexpected hope.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Rating: Teen (with mature content in later chapters)

Chapter 24.    Into the Light

Steve’s parents were gone. They’d left for New York that morning and his mom had actually cried, which had kind of blown his mind. The first transfer of his new allowance had also cleared. He knew this because the bank had called and asked if he’d like to come in and discus his account. He’d asked why, they’d told him his balance, and he’d had to sit down. When his mom had said it would be enough to look after his little flock he hadn’t asked for a number. As it turned out it was a lot bigger than he had been expecting.

If he had been a different kind of person, he might have quit his job on the spot, but for starters he didn’t want to leave Robin on her own since she’d taken extra hours over the summer, he also wasn’t about to abandon Keith without anyone to take over, he liked earning his own money, and he liked having a reason to leave the house. He did plan on asking Keith if he could reduce his shifts, however. Given that it was summer there were bound to be teenagers on the look out for temporary work, so he doubted it would be a problem.

It did make him start thinking about the future more, as well. He had ideas, lots of ideas that he was going to have to take some serious time to think about, but some of those sparked other, more immediate things as well.

“How do you feel about us coming out to a few more people?” he asked quietly as he and Eddie sat together in the back room to eat lunch.

Eddie put down his PB&J sandwich at the question.

“You want to tell the kids,” Eddie said, seeing right to the heart of him as usual.

“Eventually, yes,” he said, “but I was thinking more of Dustin and maybe Will first.”

“Dustin has begun giving us those long hard stares,” Eddie said, “and he hasn’t mentioned you and Robin getting together in a couple of weeks.”

“He’s too clever for his own good,” Steve agreed, “and Will, well…”

“The longing looks at Wheeler the second,” Eddie finished for him.

Steve nodded.

“If we do tell Will, though, we have to tell El too,” Eddie said and surprised him.

“Yeah, good point,” he agreed as he thought about it.

El and Will had been inseparable since the Byers return to Hawkins. Even when El was hanging out with Max, it seemed to have become El, Max, and Will, when it wasn’t the whole party.

“So, what do you think?” Steve asked, because he knew what he would like, even if it scared the hell out of him, but he was in no way willing to force Eddie into anything.

“I think,” Eddie said slowly, clearly considering it carefully, “that we have good kids, and we should start with Dustin.”

The back of Steve’s mind began chanting ‘oh god’ really loudly, but the bit in charge had him reach out and take Eddie’s hand while smiling.

“Any thoughts on how and when?” he asked.

“Hell no,” Eddie replied with a dramatic shake of his head. “I’m only good at planning fantasy campaigns, I suck at real world problems.”

Steve would beg to differ, but it wasn’t like they had to decide right then. Neither they nor their friends were going anywhere.

~*~

“Is this part of the demobat thing?”

Steve realised he probably should have seen that question coming, but it still hit him out of left field when Dustin asked it. The kids were over to use the pool on one of Steve’s new days off and it had felt like the right time to reveal the truth. He and Eddie had decided that it would be best to go about it naturally rather than setting up something specifically.

Dustin had followed him into the kitchen for more drinks while everyone else splashed around outside. When Dustin had started talking about how excited he was for Eddie’s new campaign, Steve had taken the in for what it was. He’d dropped the fact they were dating in as casually as he could manage.

“No,” he replied, “this is an Eddie and I got to know each other and fell in love thing.”

Dustin’s mouth formed into a large o shape.

“That’s serious,” the kid said as he processed that.

“Yes,” Steve admitted, “it is, that’s why we’re working up to telling everyone.”

“So what number am I?” Dustin asked.

Steve had to think about that for a moment.

“Technically number six,” he replied, “but that’s only because Eddie accidentally outed us to the Corroded Coffin guys by kissing me in front of them when I came to get you on the day the cover story came out. The other two are Robin and Wayne.”

“So I’m first out of the guys,” Dustin said with a grin.

“Of course you are,” Steve replied.

Dustin all but leapt at him and enveloped him in a hug.

“I’m glad you and Eddie are happy, Steve,” the kid said as he pulled back.

“Thanks, Dusty-bun,” he responded, feeling relief, even though he had been pretty sure Dustin wouldn’t react badly. “Just, please, don’t tell anyone else yet. We kind of have a plan.”

Dustin nodded seriously, but then his forehead crinkled and he leaned in closer again.

“Um, I think it might be good to tell Will next,” Dustin said quietly, which made Steve’s heart bloom with even more warmth.

Dustin could sometimes be pig-headed, but he was scarily observant and often hit the nail on the head. When he didn’t it was usually to do with wishful thinking and wanting people to be happy.

“That’s the plan,” Steve said, sharing a look to let Dustin know they had the same suspicions.

“Are you gay now then?” Dustin asked a few moments later.

“No, I’m bisexual, I like boys and girls,” Steve replied, perfectly happy to broaden Dustin’s knowledge. “I’m just Eddie-centric now.”

“Huh,” Dustin said, clearly absorbing that piece of information, “I didn’t know you could like both.”

“Definitely a thing,” he said. “I didn’t know when I was your age either, but it made a lot of sense when someone explained it to me. It was a bit scary, but it also helped me understand some things that had been confusing me.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Dustin said, nodding along. “Thank you for telling me.”

“Thank you for being, well, so you,” Steve replied. “You’re a great kid, Dustin.”

That led to a whole new round of hugging before they headed back outside.

~*~

When it came to telling Will and El, they waited until the day of Eddie’s new DnD campaign and simply told them a time half an hour before everyone else would be arriving. The Hellfire guys and all the kids were going to play, even those who didn’t usually including Max and El. It was a one off with characters created just for it so everyone could have fun. Steve wasn’t going to be taking part as a player, but he had been roped in by Eddie to be a recurring NPC at various points, which he was more than happy to do.

Hopper dropped Will and El off and Eddie welcomed them in with full dramatic flare. The dining room table had been moved out and they’d even borrowed the throne from the drama department at school. Will looked utterly delighted when he saw it. The only reason they had decided against going the whole hog and doing costumes as well was because not everyone would be able to rustle one up at short notice.

“Make yourselves at home, Adventurers,” Eddie said while Steve set up snacks on the kitchen table they had set up for that specific purpose.

“Hi guys,” Steve greeted. “Sorry, I got the time wrong when I told Hop, everyone else will be here in half an hour. Feel free to dig in though.”

“Are those mini-Eggos?” El asked, looking at the plate Steve had just put down.

“Well mini-waffles,” he replied.

He’d made the waffles and cut them up, before using cocktail sticks to add fruit to the top of each one. On reflection he might, possibly, have gone a little over the top with the food, but he had wanted everything to be perfect and he’d been enjoying himself. It felt like an important moment somehow. Everyone was safe. Everyone was back in town. It was Eddie’s first campaign after surviving the Upside Down. It simply deserved to be celebrated.

“Everything looks amazing,” Will said with a big smile.

“Yes,” El agreed and nabbed one of the mini-waffles.

Steve shared a look with Eddie as the kids perused the food table and he nodded.

“And while we have you alone, fair friends,” Eddie said after giving them a few minutes to get comfortable, “there is news we wish to impart.”

Both Will and El turned curious eyes on them.

“We’re telling everyone bit by bit,” Steve said.

“And we’d like you to know,” Eddie went on, dropping out of character now, “that Steve and I are a couple.”

Will’s eyes went big and round.

“You are dating?” El checked.

“We are,” Steve said.

El immediately beamed at them and dived in for a round of hugging.

“Bitchin’,” she said, making them both laugh.

“You okay, Will?” Steve asked, since the kid still looked kind of shell-shocked.

Will nodded slowly, before also diving in for a hug.

“Out of you kids, only Dustin knows so far,” Eddie said after the hugging was done, “so if you could keep it to yourselves for now, we would appreciate it.”

“Why haven’t you told everyone at once?” El asked and Steve was reminded that no matter how much she had seen, about some things she was still innocent.

“Some people don’t like two men being together, El.”

It was Will who spoke first.

“Telling people, even people you trust can be frightening,” he added. “Thank you for telling us,” he added, looking at both of them.

“That seems silly,” El said with her thinking face on. “It two people like each other why would it make anyone upset.”

“Why indeed,” Eddie agreed.

“Some people are intolerant, El,” Steve decided to be a bit clearer. “They don’t understand people not like them and so they make them the enemy. There are places where people like me and Eddie can be ourselves, but Hawkins isn’t one of those places. We have to be careful.”

“We want our friends to know, but it’s still kind of scary,” Eddie agreed. “So we’re telling people slowly.”

“That is not fair to you,” El said.

“No, it’s not,” Will said quietly.

“But change is slow,” Eddie added. “Hopefully one day all those who hate will be no more and until then, those of us who don’t quite fit in will stick together.”

Steve did not miss the way Eddie and Will shared a look at that. He could see some quiet conversations in their future.

~*~

“You know,” Steve said many hours later after a roaringly successful day, as they climbed into bed, “you were amazing today, you should write a book.”

Eddie had been captivating throughout the whole campaign and held everyone under his spell the whole day. Every character, every twist and turn, had all been brilliant. Even Steve, who had never been a big reader, could imagine the wonders Eddie could put into a novel or three.

“I failed English, twice,” Eddie pointed out.

“Yes, but that’s because it was boring,” Steve replied. “Those books were old and stuffy, and you were never interested in them. You were incredible today, you always are.”

“But I’m bad with writing words down,” Eddie protested yet again. “I can write notes, but the real words come when I’m DMing. Like when I’m writing lyrics, it’s all out loud first.”

“Then dictate it and type it up, or get someone to type it up for you,” Steve suggested. “You can be a rock star with a writing side-line.”

Eddie laughed at that, but Steve could tell he was thinking about it. As they curled up together, Eddie’s arm thrown over Steve’s back as he lay on his front, one leg hooked over his, he could feel the hum of pleasure and curiosity from his boyfriend in the back of his brain.

“I need to find a proper job first,” Eddie said just as Steve was drifting off.

“Why?” he mumbled back.

“Because I am out of the drug dealing business and I have no other source of money,” was the quick reply.

Steve propped himself up on his elbows so he could turn and look at Eddie properly.

“How do you feel about being a kept man?” he asked, semi-seriously.

“I can’t welch off you my entire life, Steven,” Eddie said. “You’ve been looking after me long enough already.”

“Look,” he said, turning over for a moment so they were facing each other, “I have a trust fund that is giving me more money a month than I’ve ever had even with my rich and privileged upbringing. It’s not like I earned the money, and I love you and am perfectly happy to share it with you. And let’s face it, getting a job in this town is going to be a nightmare because of all the morons who still think you are evil incarnate. So, you practice your music and/or write your book, and when you are rich and famous you can buy me a Ferrari, how’s that?”

“A Ferrari?” Eddie said.

“Or a Lamborghini, I’m easy,” he replied with a small smile. “The Beemer will probably have clapped out by then anyway.”

“You really mean that,” Eddie said, wonder in his voice.

“Of course I mean it, Eds,” he said. “You deserve everything. You’ve literally been to hell and back. You helped us save the world. I will support you in whatever you want to do, and if that is trawling around town for someone to hire you, I will help, but I’d really like to give you a chance to do something you love, not something you have to do, if you’ll let me. Oh, and I need you to help me figure out how to convince Robin to accept something for her college fund. I mean I know she’s probably going to end up with some sort of scholarship, but that won’t cover all her expenses.”

Eddie blinked at him in the dimness of the darkened room.

“What?” he asked when Eddie didn’t say anything.

“How did I ever think you were a selfish asshole?” Eddie asked eventually.

“Well, I was,” he replied.

“No,” Eddie said and leaned forward to kiss him, “I don’t think you were. Misguided, led astray, maybe, but a heart like yours doesn’t just spring into being because you got hit on the head a couple of times.”

“Does that mean..?” he started to ask.

“Yes,” Eddie said in an exasperated tone, “I will graciously accept your offer to live in the lap of luxury as your sex slave. Do you have a tape recorder I could borrow?”

“There’ll be one somewhere,” Steve said, grinning. “What if I wanted to be your sex slave?”

Eddie groaned.

“Don’t say things like that when I’m exhausted,” Eddie complained and flopped down onto the bed.

“You started it,” he replied.

End of Chapter 24

Chapter 25 (Mature Version)

Chapter 25 (Fade to black Version)

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[starboygrove]

Surviving Eddie Munson - Chapter 17

“Michael.”

“Steven.”

They’re sitting in Steve’s car, currently parked in the Wheeler’s driveway, having just gotten back from dinner with Eddie and the other boys. At the behest of Nancy, he has been bullied into talking to Mike about what has been on his mind lately.

“Will you cut that out?” Mike mutters in annoyance, causing Steve to immediately stop tapping his fingers along the steering wheel. The longer he waits to speak, the longer he is trapped in this car with Wheeler Junior, so he decides to just get it over with.

“Sooo,” he breathes out, twisting his face up as his mind works overtime trying to figure out how to go about this. He still doesn’t see how he’s the best person for this talk, but the other young adults had assured him that he’ll do great.

“Who are your top five favorite superheroes?” He blurts out, cringing inwardly the moment it’s out of his mouth.

“That’s what you wanted to talk about?” Mike scoffs indignantly.

“Just answer the question, Wheeler. Top five, rank ‘em. Go!”

“Ugh, whatever. Umm, shit. I guess…Spiderman, Batman, Ironman, He-Man, and Superman.”

In a battle of sheer will power, Steve has to bite his lip from laughing. How in the world anyone could take those names seriously, he has no idea.

“Okay, cool. What sort of qualities do they have that make them your favorites?”

He glances over at Mike to see the younger teen staring pensively at his hands in his lap, seeming to actually taking the time to think it over.

“I like Spiderman because he’s kind to others, and Batman…because, uhh, he’s really smart, he’s literally a genius.” Mike hums in contemplation before continuing. “I think Ironman is cool because he’s really creative, everything he owns he has invented himself!”

Steve nods, encouraging him to go on.

“He-Man…he’s always willing to help anyone, no matter what. Superman is my all time favorite though, because he’s just the best at everything. He’s kind, and selfless, and determined, and he always does the right thing.”

Steve looks over at Mike looking really pleased, a soft, small smile gracing his features. Time to ruin that.

“Can you think of anyone in your personal life who has these qualities?”

Mike looks up at him sharply, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. He’ll give the kid credit; he isn’t totally oblivious. Steve just stares back blankly, waiting for his answer.

“Where are you going with this?” He asks demandingly.

“Mike. Just think about it.”

The younger teen grumbles under his breath, crossing his arms and turns to stare out of the passenger side window. He takes his time to think; so long that Steve has begun to wonder if he’s ever going to get through to the end of this conversation.

“I dunno,” he says softly, still staring out of the window. “I guess if I had to pick one person, Will is kind of like that.”

Finally, there it is. Steve sighs before continuing.

“Is there anything…else about those superheroes that you like a lot, that might also remind you of Will?” Steve asks, pursing his lips, worrying he might be getting a little too close to the point. He wants Mike to figure it out on his own.

“Did Nancy put you up to this?” He questions, blushing furiously.

Oops, too close. Steve chuckles lightly while rubbing the back of his neck.

“What would make you say that?”

“Aside from the fact that you and I don’t ever have conversations like this, she’s been ragging on me about Will for like forever now.” He huffs out, dramatically slumping in his seat.

“I’m kind of curious about why you don’t want to answer that question, Mike.” He deflects, quirking a challenging brow at the younger teen.

Mike groans, burying his face into his hands. “I’m not gay,” he replies stubbornly.

“I never said you were. But now that we’re talking about it, what is it about you makes you not gay?”

“Well, for starters,” he says after leaning back in his seat, looking incredibly disinterested in the conversation. “I dated El for like, two years. We made out all the time, and I liked doing that.”

“What else?” Steve pressures him to go on.

Except, he can’t. Steve watches Mike intently while his face goes through a range of emotions, struggling to find even one more thing to prove that he isn’t gay.

“I like girls!” He spits out viciously.

“Me too!” Steve responds with agitation, matching his tone.

There is an audible click from the force with which Mike closes his mouth. His jaw muscle is twitching, eyes narrowed into slits as he glares at Steve.

“You don’t count.” He says weakly after a moment of silence.

“Mike. I know I’m one of a kind, but I can guarantee you that I did not invent liking both at the same time. It’s a thing, I promise, and it’s a thing that is nothing to be ashamed of. I’m happier now that I have been able to admit it.” Steve tries his hardest to convey his message as earnestly as possible, really wanting to get the point across.

“I should get going. Thanks for the ride home, Steve.” Mike replies tonelessly, sliding out of the passenger side of the car and stalking up to his front door. He pauses, looking back over his shoulder for a brief moment, before walking inside.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #stranger things fanfiction #eddie x steve #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #cross posted on ao3 #stranger things smut #steddie smut #steddie fluff

[helllords]

out of hellfire. / rules.

Just before we start all this: this account is MULTIFANDOM, -VERSE, -SHIP AND OC FRIENDLY but also semi-selective! I generally interact with everyone I can imagine interacting with, so feel free to approach me with memes, reblog my open starters or just slide into my messages to talk about anything! The only thing I ask for is that you cut your posts! (: I usually follow back as soon as I've read your rules and bio but if I don't follow back within a week, it maybe isn't meant to be. No offense to you and your muses!

All the content displayed (from my muses’ behavior to their interest or any aesthetical pictures I might reblog) does not reflect me as a person. Mun does not equal muse. I’m just here to have fun, write and make some friends! Anyway, let’s get to the mun:

- Hi! My name is Sashka/Alex, I’m currently a full-time student at uni and am drowning in work 24/7. You can imagine that my activity will be sporadic at best but if you ever feel like I may have forgotten our thread, you can gladly remind me!

- English is not my native language; feel free to correct any spelling mistakes you might find. -> if you ever have trouble understanding my reply (because I do tend to overuse metaphors a lot lol), do not be shy to tell me!

- MUN AND MUSES ARE BOTH 21+. THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT ON THIS BLOG AND TRIGGERS WILL BE TAGGED. MINORS DNI PLEASE.

- I will not text you your password. You can believe me that I will always read anyone's rules. I just find it awkward and sometimes I forget.

- I've said it before but this blog is multiship. Considering I love shipping, the possibility that I will ship one muse with more than one character is high. It's nothing against our ship.

- Smut will appear on this blog. It's not my primary focus but it's something I indulge in sometimes. It will be tagged as ( nsft. ).

- Triggers are tagged as tw: trigger. This blog features triggers such as BLOOD, BODY HORROR AND RELIGIOUS & VIOLENT CONTENT. If you need something tagged as a trigger warning, please tell me.

- Concerning hardblocking: you are more than welcome to hardblock me if something I do makes you uncomfortable. However, you can also talk to me about it. Communication is necessary and can clear up a misunderstanding; I'm not going to bite off your head.

- I also give out my discord to my mutuals! Just ask me and I’ll dm you my username!If there’s anything else you want to know, simply message me!

ALSO: You do not have to match the length of my replies. I tend to write a lot and if you don’t want to do that, then it’s totally okay! We are all just here to have fun.

ALSO ALSO: I have another rp blog @cainiine. If I'm not here, I might be over there! (:

#( outofhellfire. );; #(( redid my rules so I can add them to my pinned ))

[lionofbalamb]

Rules

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1.) This is a Drama Free Blog™. Don’t come at me with fandom drama, personal drama, or drama you have against someone else. If you send any hate messages, they won’t be read, they’ll simply be deleted and you will be blocked.

2.) NSFW blog, 18+. This blog will post things with NSFW themes, though they’ll always be tagged as NSFW. Therefore, I’m not comfortable with children following my blog and interacting with Squall. Sorry, it’s just personal preference. I don’t mind RPing with child characters, but only appropriate threads. 

3.) Multiverse, Indie, semi-selective (very loose for now), non-mututals only, OC and other fandoms friendly. Whilst I grow my list of people to RP with, I am non-selective. I may become selective in the future, however. As stated in Squall’s about, each relationship and character interaction gets it’s own verse. I am not an exclusive blog, either. I will RP with multiples. Honestly doesn’t matter to me.

4.) I will be experimenting with graphics and posting methods. Some asks I may answer directly, via old school Tumblr methods, and some I may just create new threads entirely. This blog is new and I’m figuring out what works for me, so I’m sorry if I don’t immediately reply in the fashion you’re used to. Please just DM me.

5.) Ask memes and my inbox/ starter calls are currently open to anyone, even if I don’t follow you back, until further notice. So feel free to @ me or hit me up with anything! I don’t bite, so send me DMs asking to plot if you like. :D

6.) My FC is Tom Cornelisse. Wanna use him for your Squall, too? Or another muse? Go right ahead! I don’t care. Just don’t use the images I’ve photoshopped with Squall’s scar on his forehead. Make your own! xD

7.) I do any and all types of RP, including lengths. Single sentences? I can do that. Super short replies? Sure, I trained myself recently to do them. Multi para to novella? I can do that. Wanna hop on wire and use it as a text based conversation rp or something? Go ahead, I have tons of characters available in wire for you. So I don’t mind varying degrees of literacy. But if I can’t read your writing, then we may have a problem.

8.) I have 0 triggers, and you WILL be seeing triggering content on this blog. It will be tagged, however, with the most common and generic tags possible for ease of comfort. If you need me to tag something specific, please just come into my DM’s and ask. I’ll see what I can do for you! :D That said, some dark themes may occasionally be present. If that makes you angry, I’m probably not the blog for you to follow.

9.) I make my own graphics, images, and gifs. Please do not take them unless you ask me first. Thank you! 

#rules #that's it until I think of something else #Tried to make it short #save #important

[dimorphodon-defect]

(( Hi! I've been wanting to send a reply for this starter for a month, finally looked up the G1 lore and worked up to it. ))

Nightsiren hefted another palette of standard energon cubes off their cobbled together trailer and sat it as gently as possible down just inside the Ark before leaning on it. Red optics skimmed over the ex-Dinocon before the bot huffed out an ex-vent. The tank shifted an arm up and dropped their helm on to their fisted servo. A Decepticon badge stared from their upper arm.

"Natural to distrust a bot with an enemy badge during and after a conflict. Autobots have good reason to distrust after what happened during and after the First War. Still, distrust should only extend so long and so far when proven again and again that trust can be given; it just becomes a skid mark on an otherwise happy partnership."

Nightsiren rapped their knuckles on their leaning post.

"Take this energon for example. You all need the fuel, and you're not having to fight for these and know I didn't slag some humans for them. I'm sure Autobot joint security and science will still check out the containers and test the energon before anyone's allowed to fuel up. Would have been foolish of them not to check the goods the first servoful of times, but we're several shipments in; I doubt the fact that every shipment prior hasn't contained anything dangerous and poisoning clients isn't a wise business plan will be enough to overcome the fact I'm still wearing a 'Con badge after my defection. I don't really care if they want to test it, so long as that doesn't delay my payment, get me cuffed or jailed, and no one tries to put a dent or bullet through my armor without buying me a cube first; it's only a problem for you all that you have to wait to fuel, or if I was a pettier bot and stopped selling."

Nightsiren gave Dragonsbane a more intense once over before their gaze settled on her faceplate.

"What's wrong with how you are now? Do you actually need to change, or are you just throttling over some Exhaustpipes' worthless smoke they're blowing out their intakes?"

((*overshoots the doorway and comes skittering back on all fours* OH BOY! I was hoping that starter would get a bite!! And WHAT a response, too! Is it my birthday again?! XD

Answered here to save the dash!))

#bytesnbolts #ask