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Plus Size!Metalhead!Reader x Eddie Munson smut idiots to lovers!

The reader is Robin’s best friend and has just moved back to Hawkins after studying abroad.

When she returns she is introduced to everyone and quickly becomes part of the gang. Eddie quickly falls for her as the two have quite a lot in common, however, he doesn’t act on his feelings as he thinks the reader is Robin’s girlfriend. Little does he know she has major feelings for him as well but she thinks him and Steve are together. Eventually they are forced to bunk together on a camping trip (orchestrated by Steve and Robin who have been dying for the two to finally admit their feelings) at first things are awkward between the two but they soon heat up into something neither of them expected.

the cabin in the woods - e.m. request*

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an: just a story i tried to convey the best, about two very confused adults who don't really know how to communicate! i hope this does your idea justice it took me FOREVER i'm so sorry 😭 and its so long omg this is my longest work ever PLS I HOPE ITS NOT BORING THANK U FOR SENDING UR REQUESTS I LOVE THEM 🩷🩷 i'm also doing requests for kinktober if anyone wants to send them in :p thank u everyone to all of ur love on all of my fics u dont even Know how much it means to me 🥹

wc: 10.4K

warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of mutual pining, explicit thoughts, mentions of eddie and you wishing the other weren't gay, lots of mentions of sexualities, miscommunication, porn with a plot, p in v, (unprotected. do NOT do this), oral sex (m and f receiving), slight ass play, ownership, pet names (sweet girl, baby, princess, pretty, sweetheart, etc)

MINORS NOT WELCOME. DNI!

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IT WAS WEIRD BEING BACK IN HAWKINS, being back in the states in general felt like a culture shock. and disappointing. the euphoric feeling of learning and living in another country for a year was not comparable, and you promised your best friend robin that when you got back, you'd tell her all about it.

over the year you were gone for your studies, she told you about a few people she met while she was in high school, and had been with ever since. she was excited about bringing you to a party the night of your arrival so you could meet everyone, she said you were all she ever talked about, and how excited everyone was to meet you.

robin was insistent on your attendance, getting small hesitation on your part, and she swore up and down that you'd fit right in. you questioned her judgment sometimes, especially in women, but you had no other reason not to trust your best friend.

you and robin were complete opposites, you were the girl who liked metal, death metal, and occasionally rock music and she enjoyed the oldies, harboring weird talents and interests that you enjoyed learning about. but you clicked so well, meshed together in a way where you could never be separated.

it wasn't long before you arrived at her place, dressed and ready after hitting your house first, and was met with a lethal scream of your name and tears of joy. it didn't take long to catch up, talk, cry, and laugh so the minute robin decided it was time to go to this party, you guys drove into the city together.

"are you excited?!" she dragged as she noticed your fingers tap against your faded gray jeans that were maybe two sizes too bog, hanging low on your hips with the help of a belt.

"i'm fucking nervous." you admitted and ran your fingers through your hair.

"for what? dude, these are not people who need to be impressed. they're going to love you and i know it!" she exclaimed.

it was a bit before they drove past buildings, and turned into nothing until they pulled into a trailer park.

“eddie’s trailer was the destination party zone tonight, so, yeah.” robin said as she parked next to a van, presumably eddie’s. you weren’t one to judge a single person, especially not one you didn’t know, so you just nodded with a smile and stepped out of the car.

you adjusted your black tank top that, unlike your jeans, was maybe two sizes too small and hugged the curves and rolls of your body.

you liked the way you looked, your wrists covered in bracelets with studs and beads on them, your hair parted down the middle and frizzy from the hawkin’s heat. the makeup you had on was minimal, just black eyeliner smudged around your eyes and lipstick that was lined with black and filled in with a blood red.

robin was so drawn to you when she first met you. she thinks about it as the two wait at his front door, and how she was so lucky to meet you. to bring her out of her shell and be honest with herself.

she knew being with you meant zero judgment, and if someone dared to fuck with you or robin, robin knew you’d be quick to defend her with your life. you honestly reminded her a lot of eddie once she met him, telling him she had a friend that he would just love. he doubted it of course. eddie didn’t think there was another person like him that existed, impossible.

but robin knew, she believed she knew everything. and she made a small promise to herself that she’d help you find someone, even though you insisted on being happy alone. she knew it was true, but when she first met eddie she realized maybe she could play cupid when you came back into town.

“robin, did you bring the-” eddie said, opening the door, until he looked beside the skinny, jittery girl.

you didn’t blush at the unsaid compliment, you just watched as eddie looked over your full figure.

“eddie… you’re staring,” robin said, looking between you and eddie to make sure he wasn’t scaring you off. you just laughed a little.

you stuck your hand out and introduced yourself by your name, “i’m robin’s friend.”

he took it with grace and stuttered out a small hey, as normal as he could but it was indeed weird. eddie looked at robin, gleaming with pride, and he tried to put two and two together, failing miserably.

“friend?” eddie asked, looking between the two of you before letting go of your hand.

“yes idiot! she just moved back to hawkins, she’s the one i’ve been talking about!” robin said as she grabbed your hand and dragged you inside. you give him a smile, and a look over, going with your friend.

she’s the one i’ve been talking about. how could he be so stupid? he totally forgot about this girl he’d been hearing about. robin would go on and on about her friend coming back from another country, and how much she adored this friend and missed this friend and how badly she wanted the group to meet this friend.

he didn’t think too much about it, he didn’t want to assume. everyone knew robin played for the other team, so he wasn’t sure if you were her friend or her friend. so, he took advantage of the gray area and checked you out as robin introduced everyone to you. eddie saw how robin held her arm, close to her and tight.

he also tried to pay attention to the groups reactions, to see if maybe they had the same idea as him. he was a shit expression reader. he was going to feel bad about staring at this girl, imagining her in every way he could, if you were in fact robin’s girlfriend.

as the night went on, it seemed like it got more difficult. you kept seeing him stare at you sitting on the floor in between nancy and robin, he watched you as you drank and laughed and got to know the crowd that robin found herself in. you enjoyed everyone, nancy was such a nice girl to you, constantly asking if you needed anything and if you were okay.

you wondered if eddie would come over to you and maybe try to talk to you, but he just engaged in conversations with steve.

you got to know everyone, who was studying what, if they decided to go to college next fall or not, life plans and enjoying each other’s company. it wasn’t often you were alone, but the minute robin and nancy got up to get another drink from eddie’s fridge, he slithered his way to sit next to you.

“i was wondering when you were going to stop staring at me,” you spoke, turning your head as you sat crisscrossed in front of the small coffee table.

“i was trying to figure out, and i’m being honest here don’t laugh at me” he warned before speaking again, “if you were real.”

you laughed a bit more than you expected, feeling it in your tummy and he gave you a pout.

“and your conclusion?” you asked, taking a sip again.

“honestly? i’m not so sure yet.”

it was the beginning of long conversations, laughter, bonding, and hidden flirting. the two of you were dancing around each other, bouncing off of each other's wit and casual snarkiness.

it was fun, you could admit. and you finally assessed him, his faded metallica shirt was paired with black jeans that might’ve been tighter than yours, almost the same bracelets. his arms were covered in aimless tattoos that were small and looked like they were just drawn on from how many he had. you loved them.

“i love metallica,” you murmur against your cup, indulging in eddie while everyone talks amongst themselves and listens to the music.

it was loud enough to not hear your conversation if you were someone else, that you were grateful for. you watched as he sat up a bit to glance at his shirt, and gave you a nervous smile.

“wha- oh, right yeah. me too, i can play a few songs on my guitar actually.” he tried to impress after remembering the shirt he was wearing, and it worked. you were a sucker for guitar players, especially ones who preferred metal and rock.

“oh yeah? are you in a band or something?” you laughed softly, there was no way he was actually in one because it’d make it ten times harder not to want to jump his bones. “what guitar?” you asked excitedly.

you appreciated the instrument even with no knowledge about it and would appreciate it more seeing him play it for you. eddie liked seeing the excitement on your face, the way you got closer to him sent excitement somewhere else for him.

“i am actually, maybe i can play for you one day.” he teased and finally, you blushed.

the way his eyes met yours made you want to melt into it, have his gaze consume you whole. he was everything, he was adorable, handsome, sexy, attractive, funny, and god was he charming. he didn’t even have to do much to send you pining after him.

“it’s on my wall, in my room if you wanna see it,” he suggested and you raised an eyebrow, too distracted to remember what he was talking about and he notices, “the guitar, i don’t use it often but i think this one time is an exception, afterall you might just be my favorite guest. wouldn’t want any of my hospitality going to someone like steve,” he joked and steve whipped his head around.

“i heard that, asshole.” steve replied over the music, sending you to laugh before looking back to eddie who blew him an exaggerated kiss.

“i’d love to see it,"

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you were staying for good, which meant you had all the time in the world with eddie when he wasn’t working at his uncle’s mechanic shop. he would brag about being the one to take over, shaking his head at the thought of going to college.

you didn’t mind though, you told him that college isn’t for everyone and it’s okay going a different route despite ghosted voices that were haunting him about it.

he admired the fact that you were so similar to him, finding himself getting lost in you when you explained the lore of texas chainsaw massacre and actually being interested in it too. he heard everything you said, listened to every story you told about being in france, and helped you through whatever hump you were trying to get over.

you didn’t believe robin when she said he was actually the only other guy she got along with besides steve, and how she believed it would be the same for you. she was right, but you’d never tell her.

and she’d never tell you her true intentions by introducing you to eddie, and how she wished that maybe he’d open you up enough to the idea of possibly dating again. but, she didn’t really think it through. she figured maybe she’d let the universe handle it, but then started to notice the dynamic of your idea forming about eddie.

you found yourself at his trailer a lot, smoking his weed that he offered and drinking, watching movies and enjoying the company of one another while robin was busy.

he gave you soft touches here and there, let you sleep in his bed with him when you were too high to drive back, gave you massages, picked you up when you needed a ride. he was there when you needed him, there at any moment you called for him.

and so were you. you really liked eddie, the feeling weighing on you everytime you let yourself take his flirting and touches for more than what they were. you felt guilty for lying next to him or on him when you passed out during a movie, you felt guilty for thinking about his lips on yours and on your body.

the only problem that kept the two of you from indulging in the fantasies you both had was… you strongly believed that eddie was in a relationship with steve harrington. and as for eddie, he was fully convinced that you were off limits because you were going with robin buckley.

and this was the problem robin worried about.

you knew robin was lesbian of course, and she knew you were bisexual. unfortunately, eddie knows robin is lesbian but figured you were lesbian as well. he couldn’t shake the feeling of craving you and wanting you the way he has, and he felt guilty because in his mind you were robin’s girl.

so, all of his dirty thoughts and ideas about you felt wrong, and instantly tried to bury it when one night he found himself wishing you liked men.

but where was the harm in imagination? eddie was so infatuated with you that his self indulgent behavior was harmless. he knew he couldn’t have you, he knew you only saw him as a friend and that was that. but he was so wrong, and so were you.

he thought of you daily, and in ways that were almost embarrassing. he craved you, the desire and want he had every time you were near was almost uncontrollable.

you never asked anyone if eddie was gay, to be fair. it wasn’t your place to ask of course, plus you figured if eddie was into you he’d just simply tell you.

you just assumed, and the way that he and steve interacted all the time made you think maybe they were romantically involved. eddie’s teasing and flirting towards steve made you wonder if eddie was completely off limits, but affirmed it when eddie would plant a wet kiss on steve’s cheek.

you didn’t know, but that was just what eddie did.

eddie was a flirt, to everyone but robin in their group. even if it was out of nowhere, that’s just how eddie carried himself. of course in your mind, you hoped that he was at least bisexual.

you felt incredibly guilty about that too because regardless if he was bisexual, in your mind he and steve were still a couple. to not only hope he turned out to be bisexual, but to fantasize about someone else’s partner was just incredulous to think about.

but there you were. daydreaming about the guy who sat next to you almost every other day on his couch after work, and would have to snap back into reality when he asked you if you wanted to smoke.

it was a routine.

you’d say yes, the two of you would smoke and listen to his cassettes, talk about urban legends and myths, movies and how you always felt like you could act—you couldn’t—and topics that seemed to flow between the two of you.

it was easy with him, and you appreciated it.

the only thing hard about the relationship you hold with him is that you’re thinking of being face down for him on your bed with your ass pushing against him. you were fighting every nasty thought of your friend, wondering how he’d feel inside of you and if he’d be able to make you cum.

the attraction the two of you had for each was obvious, so obvious that the entire group were pointing it out to each other.

robin needed a plan. and quickly, because she couldn’t fathom another minute of you denying yourself as well as him just because he thinks you’re lesbian. she didn’t want to address it actually, she wanted to scheme and plot. better to make them think it was coincidental when really she had something to prove.

robin felt weird about plotting a set up for you, especially because robin knew there was obviously a better and more logical way to approach this miscommunication between you and eddie. so, in hopes of setting the two of you up, robin goes to steve with her probably weird borderline disturbing idea.

turns out, steve and robin felt the same way. watching you two was just as painful for them as it was for the two of you. thus, mission cabin in the woods was put into place.

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you regretted this terribly. you weren’t an outdoorsy person even though the place you were staying was like a cabin. just a cabin in the woods, six young adults, left to their own devices for two days. it wasn’t the absolute worst you soon found out, the cabin was right near a lake that had a long extended pier, trees and dirt and grass surrounding you, and a large bonfire opportunity behind the cabin, right before you went to the lake.

it was more modern than anything, as everyone settled in and went around the cabin, pairs started calling dibs on the three rooms, leaving you and eddie the last pair to bunk together.

“robin, i thought we were going to stay together? what the hell?” you whispered as you grabbed her arm to drag her down the hall away from everyone. you already settled in while eddie quietly took his things to his side of the room.

“oh! um, right,” she didn’t think of what would happen after phase one of her and steve’s plan, nervously glancing at steve who was peeking at the girls from his door frame.

“steve, i mean you know steve, he needed to talk to me about how he keeps getting rejected by every woman, like ever. he was a little upset about nancy and jonathan rooming together.”

she was lying, and you followed her awkward gaze to steve, when he immediately withdrew himself from peeking and behind the wall. but you heard a small gasp from that room since it wasn’t too far from where you and nancy stood at the stairs.

it was steve’s gasp, because when he rested his back against the wall and opened his eyes again, eddie was standing there in front of him with his arms crossed.

“dude, what the fuck,” steve said, and eddie shook his head.

“i should be saying that to you. care to tell me why on earth i’m rooming with her?” eddie asked condescendingly, expecting the truth.

“what’s wrong with that? i thought you guys were friends. robin, she needed my advice to-”

“i’m going to ask you again.” eddie said, “why am i not rooming with you?”

steve looked defeated and he hasn’t even tried, but he knew if he gave no excuse it would be worse than a shitty one. he was also a little scared that robin would become unfathomably upset if steve told eddie what was really going on.

and so would you, so before either of the two could mutter out another lie while you and eddie interrogate them unknowingly at the same time, nancy ended up coming out of her room with a grin,

“i need to go swimming, come on!”

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the entirety of the day you spent at the cabin on your first day of a three day trip, you spent at the lake. not by yourself of course, you and the other two girls swam and tanned as the guys sat in their swim trunks, drinking beers.

to make things more interesting, the three of you decided to have fun diving off the pier and into the lake, splashing each other, and playing marco polo.

now the three of you swam around each other, keeping yourselves afloat to talk and converse. the conversation started about you being in france again, and if you met anyone there, if you had a french lover for the semester or if you were too busy with your head in books.

“there was this one girl, god she was like five foot eleven and just, she was so fucking gorgeous. we met at a cafe and we talked for like a few days until she was like, ‘well i don’t really think i’m gay,’ and i was just,” you explained to the girls and paused. “we kissed and i guess she wasn’t into it so i never heard from her again.”

“you’ve lived like ten lives.” robin deadpanned and it made a laugh bubble to your throat.

“so you’re bisexual?” nancy inquired, genuinely. “you know i thought you were straight actually.”

“yeah i thought i was a lesbian for like six years but then i started dating this guy during high school but i still liked girls so, figured i was bisexual.” you said with a small laugh, and the girls smiled at you.

“so, do you think eddie knows?’ nancy asked the two of you as you guys kept afloat in the water and you raised your eyebrow, looking between robin, nancy, and even glancing over your shoulder to the guys who were now smoking so you could look at eddie.

only for eddie to already be looking at you while you swam in the water. a blush creeped onto your skin, thanking god that your slight sunburn covered it.

“knows what?” you asked.

“that you’re not actually a lesbian,” nancy laughed and you heard robin wince and say nancy’s name.

“what?” you couldn’t help yourself from the high octave in your voice, and nancy looked surprised.

“she didn’t know, nance.” robin said bleakley and nancy mouthed a small sorry to her.

“explain. now.” you demanded, swimming your way to the pier to pull yourself up and sit on the ledge. the girls followed you but stayed in the lake.

“well, see, he kind of thinks that we’re together, like girlfriends. and well, fuck,” robin said as she looked behind you and hit her wet hand against her hand.

“what?” you asked worriedly and saw a forced smile creep onto her lips.

“hey!! eddie!” robin said dramatically and you looked behind you to see eddie, standing in nothing but his black swim trunks and right in back of you. so much as to where you were practically face to face with his groin. you whipped around quickly.

eddie was watching you all day. he couldn’t help but watch you. your bikini set didn’t help him either, steve actually had to tell him to close his mouth when you pulled yourself up from out of the water and onto the wooden pier, every movement causing a bounce and jiggle in your body and sending an ache to his cock.

he was thinking of you so impurely, so twisted that he didn’t even feel like he was being himself. he didn’t understand why he was so obsessed with you, why everything about you made him want you even more.

“well apparently those two assholes have suffered major injuries to their legs because they both asked me to come over here and tell you two girls,” eddie said pointing with his index and middle finger at nancy and robin, “that you are wanted as of now.”

you didn’t bother turning around to peer up at him again, instead you just watched the girls look at you, then at each other, then swimming to the stairs of the pier. eddie takes a seat next to you, legs dangling off the pier. you feel the burn of his body heat sitting right next to you, and you look down to see the distinction between your thighs and eddie’s.

he’s like half your size.

you were nervous, you knew that you were a bigger girl and didn’t care, but suddenly you felt like you were taking up too much space. but he sat this close to you for a reason, your thighs spilled over to touch his at this point.

“is it just me or are they acting reaaaaaaaaally weird?” eddie asked, peeling his eyes from the crease between your tummy touching your thigh, and how the bikini bottom you wore pressed into your hip, to robin and steve. he needed to distract himself before he felt himself forming a tent in his not so stretchy swimming trunks.

you watched robin and steve from across the lake, sitting in lounge chairs and talking, while looking at the two of you. you tried to think back on the way robin had been acting this last month, wondering if she was showing any signs of suspiciousness to understand why she had been so secretive.

“he kind of thinks we’re together, like girlfriends,”

you were thinking back to finding out you weren’t sharing a room with your best friend, and instead the man you’ve thought about between your legs.

she was fucking lying.

“right…. hold that thought, actually.” you said blankly, lifting yourself from sitting on the wooden edge of the pier and fast walking your way to robin’s seat.

one, it was hard to sit next to eddie without being awkward about his presence. and two, this would be your only time to talk to robin about whatever she had up her sleeve.

eddie watched you walk off, how could he not, and watched as the pumpkin orange bikini get taken in between your asscheeks. he was definitely enjoying this view of your curvy silhouette, the rolls of your back, where the strings of your bikini bit into. he was enjoying all of this, and he immediately felt his cock harden again as he let himself consume all of you, and the way your thighs jiggled with every step.

eddie could say he wouldn’t know what love is, which would be true, but whatever it was, he felt it when you came into the picture. he had crushes before, girls in the classes he barely went to, his newest supplier, a girl he made eye contact with once. but you, you torched his body into flames with every touch and laugh. he was consumed by you, his mind only thinking of ways to make you smile, to make you happy. he remembered your favorite foods, what color you chose to wear out more, and even your own childhood crushes.

he wanted to be buried in them, to feel the way they suffocate him when he’s face to face with your thick core, spreading your lips to taste all of you. he couldn’t name a person that made him feel like you do, and he couldn’t imagine anyone else being made for him like you were.

knowing eddie’s eyes were on you, you ignored it as you pulled robin up from her seat.

“you were lying! steve didn’t fucking need your help, you were trying to set me up with eddie!” you hushed out, your cheeks hot.

“what?! i would ne-” you tilted your head and looked at her blankly.

“fuck okay, fine but steve helped me too!” your head whipped to steve who glared at robin and held his hands up in surrender.

“why would you help?” you asked, confused as ever now. you looked between the two as they looked at each other as if they know something you don’t.

“i mean, why would you want to set us up? eddie’s gay!” you said, as a matter of fact.

“and he’s dating you is he not?” you asked questionably, pointing to steve and now as you understood their faces more.

“what? no! you thought he was dating me?” steve exasperated from his seat, which wasn’t that far from where you stood.

“eddie’s not gay… that’s why we tried to um, set you guys up because both of you thought the other one was dating us. so, we took it upon ourselves.” robin explained and you crossed your arms over your chest to put a hand on your forehead.

“why would you think me and eddie were dating?” steve kept on, and robin shushed him as she looked back to you.

“i mean does it seem like we’re dating? like, am i-”

“steve. not now.” robin said curtly and you tapped your forehead.

“eddie’s… not gay?” you whispered to yourself and looked back to him, only to see him standing behind you.

“you thought i was gay?” eddie asked, finding it a little funny. he was amused, at least. not angry.

“um, steve i need, uh,” robin said and looked at steve. “that thing, you know like that thing i was talking about that time-”

“just go!” you grumbled, keeping your eyes on eddie as you heard their footsteps falter.

the only sound you can hear is nature, the lake, and your breathing. the sun was going down already, and the pink hue of the sunset coated the sky, and glimmered on eddie’s face. he looked beautiful, his curls were tighter given the lake water from earlier, dry now and his pale body was glistening with a small sheen of sweat from the humidity.

“you thought i was dating robin.” you said to defend yourself and his eyes went wide.

“you’re not dating robin? but she’s been like talking about you since forever and the way she talks about you━wait so you’re straight?” he said once he remembered what he was talking about.

“well no, i’m bisexual but, still like men.” you smiled.

there was a shift in the air once those words left your mouth, and when eddie’s eyes fell over your body from your face to your toes, you felt your core clench around nothing. there was something in his eyes that you’d never seen before, knowingly at least, and when your eyes raked over his body, you noticed a bulge in his trunks.

now you felt bare to him, only in two pieces of small cloth that covered your most vulnerable areas. something that eddie noticed too, knowing that he could get you naked bare for him with a pull and a tug on your swimsuit.

“so you’re single?” you blurted and bit your lip.

eddie smirked at the question, and stepped a little closer to you.

“and ready to mingle, baby.”

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it was fairly surprising that everyone decided to shower and settle for watching a movie on the tv in the cozy living room. the fireplace was lit, only because it was practically freezing inside.

you were the last one to shower and after you finally got dressed in the humid bathroom, you ringed your hair dry with your towel and shook the strands apart. you decided that you were ready to hit the sack, wanting to get as much rest as possible before you find yourself out of breath and passing out from heat exhaustion the next day while you’re on your hike with the group. they wanted to actually try the whole campsite thing, roasting marshmallows and drinking water out of a can, meanwhile you just wanted to go dip in the lake again.

you decided to say goodnight to everyone who was downstairs, half already snoring, sprawled out on the floor. one person you didn’t see was eddie, who you actively looked for until you guessed he was in the restroom. your heart was already in your chest as your feet hit each stair, only taking you further to having to spend eight hours in the same bed with eddie munson.

maybe you were nervous. the thought of feeling this guy lay next to you in bed was putting a flutter in your tummy, everything felt like it flipped upside down when the confusion was cleared up between the two. no one ever made you feel like this, not even the six foot straight french girl who seduced you.

before you could even open the door to the room you were hoping that you’d be asleep by the time he came upstairs, just so that the ache between your legs would finally settle down. but to your dismay, you opened the door to eddie, shirtless and laying on his back over the comforters.

he sat up without a second thought, and you almost got whiplash with how quickly he moved and looked at you.

“i can take the floor if you want,” suddenly you felt small. it was a weird feeling, but walking into this room to sleep with him only felt like it was an invitation for more. and you wanted more.

“no it’s okay, i’m just ready for bed.” you said and smiled, closing the door and going to the right side of the bed.

“can i turn this off?” you asked looking over your shoulder just to see him looking at the bare skin of your back that your skimpy little shirt didn’t cover.

“you can do whatever you want, princess.” he muttered under his breath and you turned your head, smiling and pulling the beaded string until you heard a click. his lamp was still on as you pulled your legs into the lifted covers, sliding down to lay on your side and face the opposite direction of eddie.

eddie on the other hand was thinking of what to say as he turned his lamp off, doing the same maneuver you did to get comfortable, except he was facing you. staring at your back again, his eyes went lower until the blanket was resting at the curve of your waist. he noticed where your shirt copied the and molded your rolls and back.

eddie felt like now it was a free-for-all. knowing you’re not tied down to someone, and knowing you were still very attracted to the opposite sex.

“steve and robin tried to set us up didn’t they?” he asked you from behind, his voice still very close to you.

“they did,” you confirmed, softly.

“did you want to be set up with me?” he asked, a little nervous.

“if i tell you then robin and steve would be right.” you said and turned awkwardly to face him, now eye to eye. he couldn’t help but notice the way your tits pressed together.

“who said we have to tell them the truth?”

his hand didn’t waste a second to press into your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your lips to trace them.

“you really want me?” eddie asked.

there it was, the shift in the dark air that was only scarcely lit by the full moon flooding in through the bare window.

you didn’t answer, you only shifted from your position to your knees, moving the blanket off of eddie to see his pale white skin, and straddle his hips when he laid on his back. your hands moved to his chest to steady yourself and his hands fell naturally to the dip of your curve, gripping into the fat of your hips.

he tilted his head to look up at you, your hair cascading down your shoulders to create a sort of shield around your face. he couldn't help but tug at a strand,making you smile.

you just decided to go for it. all the nervousness and teasing and flirting built up to this, when you leaned down to press your lips into his.

it was odd because eddie pictured this moment just like this, with you straddling him in just shorts and a loose fitting tank, watching your soft lips come closer to his with your eyes closed. you were so fucking cute, and he tried to constrain himself from going wild by digging into your skin.

the kiss was soft first, eddie let you move your lips on his before he found a rhythm and moved with you, gentle, soft, teasing kisses to test the waters. you were growing wet with every minute you fixed your lips to his, using one hand to put right under his jaw, rubbing his throat with your fingers.

you thought maybe eddie was just enjoying the kiss way too much as you got a little more messy, the two of you giving hard kisses, but the minute you felt something poking your inner thigh, you realized you had been grinding down on him the entire time.

you pulled away first, leaving him just as breathless as you, but he followed you and sat up with you, chasing your lips. he had a dumb grin on his face, looking over your disheveled look to see where you two met. god, she looks fucked out already.

“eddie?” you hummed, letting your fingers trace the small tattoos and the ones that lead to his manhood.

“fuck, yes baby?” he breathed and watched you take your plush lip between your teeth and sit back fully on his clothed cock. he let out a strained groaned and it brought a smile to your face.

“can i suck your dick?,” you asked unabashedly, “i’ve always wanted to, wanted to taste you,”

eddie was practically already close to exploding in his pants, and you felt the throbbing of his cock against your ass now that he’s fully hard. you were sure that a wet stain would be left on his light colored pajama pants.

“you can do whatever you want with me doll, i’m for your pleasure,” he said as he watched you slide back down between his knees, eddie spreading them so you had more room to lay between him, and you rubbed at the skin above the hem of his pants to admire the growing bulge that was asking for relief, pleading.

“you’re so fucking pretty, baby, can’t fuckin’ believe i could’ve had you since the beginning,” he said in a hushed voice.

you didn’t take long to drag his pants down to his ankles letting eddie kick them off as your eyes stayed pointed at his cock. it looked almost painful, for you and him. he was throbbing, his cock jerking against his abdomen. you salivated, looking at him as you grabbed his shaft at the base and softly stroked him lazily, looking at every vein, every little freckle, and the waay his slit dripped with beads of pre cum.

it was a sight to see. you heard eddie’s low moans as he sat up against the headboard, getting a view of you jerking him.

“you’re dick is so pretty,” you murdered as you watched your fingers tease his slit to use the precum as some sort of lubricant, massaging the head. he let you take full control of him, and the way he tries to buck into your fist made your cunt clench around nothing.

“baby, please,” he begged as you kept your lazy pace up. he was craving your mouth and before he could ask again, you directed his tip into your mouth to let your tongue swirl and play with the angry head.

“ah, fuck-shit,” he hissed, finally feeling your mouth envelop him entirely, not faltering when you tried to stuff as much of his as you possibly could. you hollow your cheeks as you sucked him gently twice, releasing him with a pop, and smiling.

he was focused on only you, not the laughter that came from downstairs, not the crickets singing outside of the window, only the way you went back down to take him in your mouth, reaching the back of your throat this time and gagging.

“my fuck- fuck oh my god,” he strained, letting his hands find your hair to get a better view of your face.

“so fucking good, taking my dick so well baby,” he praised and you moaned with your mouth still taking all of him, keeping the steady pace of bobbing, up and down his shaft with a hand wrapped around his girth, following the same motion of your mouth.

it was a euphoric feeling eddie had, to see his crush be the one to take, or try to take all of him. the girl he’d dream about, think about going down on, was laying between his legs playing with his cock like it is your favorite thing to do.

and slowly, it was becoming your favorite thing. your air was coming in through your nostrils as you cupped his balls, using the slobber that was falling down his cock to massage and fondle them as you flattened your tongue under the base of his shaft, forcing yourself to take all of him. he was trying to cover his moans with pants, but it wasn’t happening..

“fuck, just like that, you’re fucking filthy,” he said sitting up fully now so the top of your head was touching his belly button, still letting your drool and spit create a mess under your hands. you were loving this even when your jaw was crying, you liked being the center of attention for eddie.

you released him again with a long string of spit connecting from your lips to the head of his cock, sitting up on your knees to become eye level with him, still using the spit to jerk him. your grip tightened, loosened, and teased around his red tip to watch his buck, and jerk his body to you.

“need you to fuck me, please,” you asked politely, the spit still on your chin, your eyes watery and your nose a little runny. taking all of him was impossible for you, maybe with his help he’d be able to squeeze the rest of him down your throat to make room, but that was for another time.

eddie’s eyes were on yours, then back between your two bodies to see how your hand worked against him, he felt the heat building up in his stomach, feeling the strings snapping with every stroke.

before he could even release, he grabbed your wrist and halted your movements, using your vulnerability to flip you on your back, gripping your wrists beside your head.

“so you do want me?” he queried, and you giggled.

“no eddie, of course i don’t want you, i’m totally not soaking my panties right now,” you said unbelievably sarcastic as he moved to kiss your cheeks, your neck, licking your jawline and kissing you once more on your lips before he straddle you.

“you’re gonna lay there, your hands up just like this, and you’re gonna be a good girl and take it, yeah?” he shifted, his voice dark and his eyes pitch black as he grinds his naked cock into your thin shorts.

“eddie,” you pleaded, not wanting to keep your arms in the fixed position he held them in.

“need you out of these fucking clothes now,” he said and immediately yanked your shorts and panties down, moving to your shirt.

“take it off for me,” he encouraged and you did, reaching your tank and arching your back to get rid of it. he marveled at your complete nakedness, spreading your legs to situate himself between them. lifting your legs in the air while spreading them, eddie leaned back to take a mental picture of the way your pussy was dripping for him. slick sliding between the cheeks of your ass, over your hole and onto the bed sheets.

“this all for me? no one else?” he asked as he tugged on his cock, stroking himself.

“yes, you, only you, please,” you were bracing for the impact of his hardness pressing and stretching you out, but instead you felt the pads of his fingers trace down your tits, to your belly, to your fupa, and spreading the fat of your pussy lips to see all of you completely.

what he conjured up in his mind was nothing near the actual sight. it was breathtaking, the way your hair fell into a ring around your head, how your tits moved and jumped with every movement you made, the way your belly creased and curved with your legs mid air, the way your thighs looked so meaty with his inbetween. this was heaven, and you were god.

he watched you completely as he sat back on his achilles, your legs still spread for him like the good girl you were, and teasing your clit.

“i need to taste you,” eddie groaned, taking the wetness from your clenching hole up to your clit, rubbing smooth circles.

“eddie, no fuck, please i wanna be full, please,” you moaned, louder than you intended, “you’re just so fucking big, and fucking pretty i just need t’ feel you, need all of you please eddie, give it to me,”

he’d never seen you so fucking responsive, so vocal with him. he was remembering the way your voice dripped with urgency, and seduction. he couldn’t ever tell you no, even in circumstances of being fully clothed and feet away from each other.

“just a taste, please baby,” he bargained, too distracted with the way your cunt sounded as he plays with your pussy. he was teasing your hole at this point, threatening to let you feel the stretch of one finger until he got too impatient to wait for your answer. he quickly dove down onto his stomach, letting his arms hook around your thighs and latching onto your cunt like a fucking bottle.

“you-what the fu-, my god,” you tried to spit it out, but fuck his tongue swirling around your clit and the way his fingers kept your lips spread made you grind against his hand, moving your hands from where eddie told you to keep them and into his curly hair before he pulled up and landed a small slap on your pussy. he watched in enjoyment as it jiggled.

“what’d i tell ya, keep those fucking hands right there baby, be good for me yeah?” he breathed, going back down to lay on his stomach, arms hooked even tighter now. Your hands were thrown up above your head, gripping onto the edge of the bed to stop yourself from yanking his long hair.

“eddie, please, fuck,” you moaned out, the feeling of his finger inching inside you was a fucking tease.

“shit, didn’t know you’d be this tight for me, needa stretch you a little bit, that okay?”

“yes, fuck eddie it’s okay, just, fuck i need more,” you found yourself out of breath, eddie’s arm reaching from your thigh to toy with your nipple, watching every reaction he pulled from you.

“pretty fucking pussy baby, look at you, taking my fingers so good for me,” he continued with the praises, the small words as he released your clit to focus on the way you were sucking his fingers, your walls gripping him tight.

“fuck baby, cum for me, need to taste more of you,” he groaned, unable to help himself when his puts you back into the position of having your calves resting on his shoulders. until he folds you even more with his large hands, to where your knees are touching your shoulders, or at least as far as he could bend you to his preferred shape with your belly in the way. but he liked it, he loved seeing you so mendable for him, pushing your limits of how much you can take.

he wanted you to be pon full display for him, being able to see both holes shine with your wetness.he practically held your ankles bound together to push against your chest, going back down for the third time to watch your cunt spread for him like this, to watch how you leaked down to your asshole.

he licked a wide stripe from your clit to your asshole, licking and spitting on your tight hole to start rubbing his thumb to create a ring of spit on it.

“tell me you want me, princess,” he ordered, eyes trained on the sight in front of him.

“eddie i want you, fuck, fu-,” you breathed and tried to gasp for air, “need it,”

“so good baby, look at you holding those pretty legs for me, let me eat you right,” you didn’t even notice your hands went from the edge of the bend to your legs, holding yourself spread open just for him. If anyone walked in right now, they’d see everything.

the way you were laid for him made you wetter by the second, never being folded or manhandled this way, but as he grabs the cheeks of your ass to move and spread them, he spits on your cunt again and goes back to brutally assaulting your oversensitive bud.

that pressure on your spine was familiar, and the way you felt tingles spread from your inner thighs to the rest of your body, even your legs going weak as you struggled to keep your eyes on his. it was beautiful, mesmerizing even the way he ate your pussy. it was pornographic, the slurping and wet sounds were only growing louder as eddie shook his head, his ose rubbing against your clit when he goes to lick and fuck your hole with his tongue at the same time.

“i’m, cum, gonna-fuck eddie, im fuck-” you couldn’t even get it out before your eyes were clenched, your pussy pulsing and throbbing, pushing all of your release out of your hole where eddie was to lick up every drop.

the moans were eccentric, he’d never heard you this way and seeing you come undone because of him made his cock scream for touch. it was something he could listen to for hours, only wanting to finger fuck you and eat your sweet cunt just so he could listen to the little noises that made him feral.

“need to feel you sweet girl, let me fill this pussy,” he lets your legs fall from where they rested after you went slack during your orgasm, letting your feet plant on the bed bent at the knees.

“can’t fucking think when you’re looking at me like that, princess, do you want me to cum already?” he smiled, watching you watch him with pure adoration and desire, not seeing him as a freak or a lowlife.

he saw your softness in your eyes, soothing a part of him that has never been healed until now.

“please, eddie i want you to make me cum again,” you gasped, lifting your head a little to look over your stomach as much as you can, now letting your eyes lazily travel between eddie’s eyes and where he prodes your entrance with his tip.

he took pride in the way he made you feel, how you looked sweaty and cockdrunk already. he couldn’t get enough of your frizzy hair surrounding you, and the smell of your shampoo mixing with sweat.

“can’t believe you want me, you’re unbelievable,” he said, letting his cock slip between the fat of your pussy lips. he wanted to be covered in you, all of you.

“you’re so big, eddie,” you groaned, feeling his length slip back and forth between your wetness.

“you want it, baby? want me to fuck this pretty pussy?” he asked, his palm flat against the bed next to your head, gripping his manhood with the other.

“fuck eddie, yes i need it, need all of you fuck,” you cried, gripping thr back of his neck to lift your head a little, watching your hips try to pushed down on him.

“let me watch you take it, yeah? wanna see you stretch just for me, only for me,”

he sat up on his knees and spread your legs, lifting them to rest on his shoulders as he admired your glistening sex. every part of you felt like you were burning up, all of your nerves subsiding and turning into pure greed for him, your want stronger than anything else.

he pushed in slowly, softly, watching the fat head slip and disappear into your tight hole.

“holyfuckingshit,” he rushed, watching you take him with a little resistance. it felt like a sting, but spreading into pleasure when you feel his balls against your asshole, filling you up completely.

now, he pressed into your legs to fold you again, this time he was able to watch you and force you to see him as he ruined you for anyone else.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” he was out of breath already, the few slow strokes he did to the sound of your moans were to stretch you enough for him to lose control on you.

“so, f-, so fucking big,” you almost felt the wind get knocked out of you as you feel the loss of his warmth and length, only to be pushed back into you with more force. hitting the back of your cervix repeatedly, he was lazily smiling at the sounds you were making for him.

“oh baby, there you go, sound so fucking pretty for me,” he encouraged, letting his arms hook around your thighs for more leverage. he pushed you up a little further, almost bringing your chest to your chin as he pounded you harder.

“e-eh, fuck, eddie, s’ lot- it’s, oh eddie,” you cried watching him, grinning with an open mouth as he pants out groans and moans from the way you gripped his cock. felt better than anything and anyone he’s ever fucked.

“what, too much for my pretty girl? what happened?” he cooed, “thought you were, fucking hell, thought you could handle it,” he teased, taking your legs from his shoulders and using his hands to grip at your ankles, spreading further so that your legs are flailing in the air as he fucks you.

it was fucking intense. you couldn’t make sense of anything but him buried inside you, the way your cunt twitched and squeezed around him, and just how close you were to another orgasm.

“fuck, this pussy is mine.” he growled, gripping the fat of your stomach and waist, massaging, “always gonna be mine, sweet baby.”

“tell me, sweetheart . tell me whose pussy this is and i’ll, jesus fucking christ,” he was cut off by the clenching of your cunt, your hole rapidly pulsing as his two fingers dove down to play with your clit, rubbing in lazy fast circles.

“i’ll let you cum, tell me baby,” he urged and you tried to form the words, but nothing but sounds were coming out. the way your breasts jumped with every hard thrust, the way your fat jiggled on your thighs and tummy, how smooth and warm you felt under him, he was losing his mine.

not to mention your little sounds. the whimpers, the silent begging, the cries and gasps for air, it was going straight to his cock that was already starting to twitch from your eyes on him.

“it’s yours eddie, only you fill me up like this, please,” you finally mustered up the words, and you felt your own ball in your tummy growing bigger and bigger with the way you obsered eddie.

out of breath, his hair was clinging to his sticky face and his silver chains he never took off dangled above you. you watched as his muscles flexed and gripped the hard biceps when he pulled you in for an embrace, holding you as he fucked you.

your forehead rested against his right shoulder, peeking down to watch the sloppy mess between you grow wetter and messier. he looked down with you, pressing kisses into your damp hair and face.

“look at that baby, creamin’ all on my dick, my fucking messy girl,” he was aggressive, more aggressive than you’d ever seen him and so much more filthy than anyone could comprehend.

“look so good, fucking me,” you whispered, not even trying to get him to hear but he did. and he was encouraged by it, looking down again as he heard your labored pants in his ear. it was a beautiful sight.

your pussy lips enveloped him completely, letting his length reach the deepest parts of you over and over again. your arousal was dripping down your ass even more now that the two of your juices were mixing together, and forming a white-ish ring around his cock. and it just kept building with every thrust, sending your pussy to clench around him again.

your head was completely empty, nothing but the sensation of being filled to the brim over and over. it was incredible, and having already reached your peak once, to do it again was going to ruin you.

he was already ruining you, the way he turned so dirty so fast, how he spoke to you and watched you completely. he took all of you in as much as he could and let himself watch you undo beneath him.

“cum on my dick, baby,” he said, “pussy feels so fucking good sweet girl, don’t wanna fuckin’ pull out,” he sounded like he was slurring, and his fingers went faster on your overstimulating bud.

he felt the clench of your cunt at his words. “aw you like that? wanna be full of me? give you my babies?”

it was impossible not to scream no, tell him that mentioning babies was practically a threat to you, but the way he moaned those words as his hand went up to your throat just to grab a hold of you, and his other started to toy with your nipples.

“eddie,” you dragged, crying out with your back arching when you felt your buildup finally crash over him. you didn’t even need to tell him, he could feel it by the way you twitched and how you clenched so hard you practically pushed him out of you.

“fuck baby,” he said as he fucked your hole with his tip, the feeling of the curve and edge of the fat cockhead was a different sensation, and as he kept fucking you like that, slow and soft, you felt an oddity in your new buildup.

it was faster, stronger, and as he teased your hole with just his tip, you were cumming again, but this time it was wet. you could heard the small gush over his cock, coating him and his pelvic bone as he gleamed at the sight below him and feeling his own release starting to snap.

“fuck, eddie please, you fuck me so good,” you breathed as you pulled him flush to your chest, letting him still slip in and out of you lazily.

“fill me, please, fuck i don’t care i need it, mark me, make me yours. please, its your pussy please cum inside of me,” you whispered in his ear in a cry, scratching down his pale back as he moaned against you. the vibrations of his noises sent a tingle all over your body, your nipples hardening again.

the thought of eddie getting you pregnant was intense. for you at least, for eddie, he thought it was the best decision to ever make. of course he’d fill you up. why would he have the opportunity and not take it? he wanted everyone to see you knocked up with the freak’s baby, he wanted everyone to know even if you were too smart and too goddess looking for him, he had you.

it was even sending another pulse to your cunt, letting your weak and abused hole tiredly clench on his. you were losing your breath at this point, you’d never been fucked and pleasured like this ever, never for this long either.

he made sure to worship you, to cherish you, to make you feel sexy. he wanted to make you see what he saw, make you feel the way you made him feel. and this was it.

he was falling in love with you, the way he felt like you were made for him even now was pulling at his insides, pulling hard enough to finally let him still his hips inside of you and letting his cock twitch at the deepest part of your cunt.

“fucking, mine. my fucking pussy,” he groaned into your chest, your hands gripping in his hair and rubbing on his scalp.

“s’ yours, only yours,” you said softly as you felt his cock twitch even more, until he groaned and slipped out of you.

it was a new feeling, still feeling full even though all contact was lost between you two. still feeling warmth inside your cunt, until you felt the mixture of both of your releases leaking out of your hole and sliding down your ass. your eyes were closed after he got off of you, and you weren’t sure how he put on his clothes so fast but when the door opened again you saw him walk back in with a wet rag.

“baby?” he asked, craning his neck to see your face in the dark.

“mmm?” you hummed, still laying on your back after turning your head back to the ceiling.

“let me clean you up and we can go to bed, does that sound good princess?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed to separate your legs again.

you expected to feel the coldness of the rag, but you instead felt his fingers softly spreading your pussy lips apart and it sent a chill through you.

“look so good like this, fuck, i think i really truly want to die by your pussy. please?” he said, letting his finger dip his cum back inside of your whole.

“eddie,” you dragged, clenching your thighs together. he just smiled and chuckled a little.

“alright, lets get cleaned up and you can take my shirt,”

you lay there, trusting eddie as your eyes fluttered closed and felt him wipe between your legs and wipe your thighs, finding his shirt that he threw on a chair in the corner to bring back to you, but he already hears the soft snores coming from your body.

he shook you a little before you finally opened your eyes again and smiled sheepishly at him, before listening to his commands and following them, still half asleep.

all he asked was that you sit up and raise your arms, and he tugged the faded iron maiden shirt that was too big for him, but fitting just loose enough on you. before he could even pull the covers over you, still with your eyes closed, you gripped the blankets and pulled them over your bare legs up to your chin, and nestled into the softness.

eddie was a man who did his fair share of sleeping around, with all types of people, and he’s been with older, smaller, skinnier, taller, bigger. but being with you, watching you and being able to sleep next to you was a fucking blessing he didn’t deserve.

so he indulged in it, letting himself wrap you in his arms and holding you until you push him off because you’re too sweaty.

but you don’t do that. you let eddie hold you all night even after hardly any words were exchanged after. and in your dream that night besides dreaming about your future with eddie, was a dream of you thanking robin and steve for their ridiculously foul plan.

a ridiculous foul plan that worked.

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are we more?

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: using the prompts “‘don’t go on that date’ ‘why’ ‘you know why’ ‘tell me’” “i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified” for the longest time you thought steve was an asshole, but one date changes that.

word count: 4.4k

warnings: a terrible date (he gets really touchy but nothing happens), and fluff!!

a/n: sorry this one took me so long, but it’s finally here!!! i’m not the happiest w it but it’s taken forever and i hope u guys enjoy it <33

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Working at Family Video wasn’t all that bad. It certainly got better when Robin and—though you’d never tell anyone—Steve joined the staff.

Keith was quite the character, but as a manager, he was mostly chill. He didn’t really care what went on in the store as long as it was still running. But, when you were working there with only him, it got boring, and sometimes weird. Having more people your age there really was great, even if you weren’t one of their biggest fans.

It’s not that you disliked Steve, per say, it’s just that he got on your nerves in such a unique way and you couldn’t stand it. He was an absolute asshole in school, too, which didn’t help his case. You put up with him the best you could, because you enjoyed Robin’s company so much.

She quickly became a really close friend to you, brightening your days when you shared a shift. It was just unfortunate that Steve Harrington came along with that.

You couldn’t deny the boy was pretty, the prettiest ever, probably, but that didn’t mean anything. It didn’t. He was a dork, a huge flirt, and he teased you relentlessly. You gave it right back, and still, he never gave up.

You sighed when he walked into the store for his shift.

“Hey, babe! How’s it goin’ today?”

“Great until you got here, Harrington.”

“Ouch! You wound me, princess.”

“Would you stop calling me that?”

“No! It gets you all flustered and mad.”

God, he was so aggravating.

Steve loved to bother you, loved to have your attention on him even if it wasn’t positive. He didn’t know exactly why you hated him, and he wanted to change it so badly, but he didn’t know how. You were a stubborn person, and no matter what he tried, you still rolled your eyes at the sight of him. So, instead of pouting about it, he forced his way under your skin.

From his place leaning on the counter, he observed you as you restocked shelves. He liked watching the stretch of your arm when you had to put something on the top shelf, the way your hair fell around your face when you bent to a lower shelf. He liked you, really. Robin would tease him for it constantly; having a crush on someone who couldn’t stand him was very Steve of him.

When you finished unloading the box, you walked over to where Steve stood behind the counter. You perched yourself on the small stool near the computer, sighing in boredom and drawing Steve’s attention over to you once more. He didn’t say anything, only eyed you softly, and you took notice.

“What are you looking at?”

“You. Duh.”

“Can you not.”

He’s about to reply, to egg you on, when the bell above the door rings signaling the entrance of a customer. She’s young, about your age, and Steve walks around the counter, saying a quick, ‘duty calls!’

You roll your eyes because you know he’s just going to flirt with her, that he’s just going to get himself another date that won’t work out. You ignore the small punch in your gut at the thought, the irritation you feel at the image of him bringing her flowers and driving her around in his BMW. You hate that image.

He doesn’t notice when the bell rings once again, too busy with his conversation. You notice, though, because the person walking in is Ryan. He was in school with you and Steve, and lately, he’s been trying to get you to agree to go out with him.

“Hey, y/n.”

“Ryan, how can I help you?”

“Well I’m not looking to rent a movie. I’m looking for a date to go see a movie.”

“Are you ever gonna quit?”

“Nope. What do you say? Tonight?”

You spare a glance back at Steve and the customer he has giggling, she’s pretty, you think. There’s that pinch in your gut again and you decide, yes, this time you will agree to go on a date.

“Okay. Fine.”

“Cool. See ya.”

Then, he was walking out.

You felt weird about saying yes, no excitement, no giddiness. But, when you saw Steve ushering the customer out with a hand on her back, you felt better about it.

By the time Family Video was closed and you and Steve were finishing up, you were eager to get out of there, to leave and get your date over with. He noticed your picked up pace, the way you moved quicker than usual.

“What’s with the fire under your ass, princess? Wanna get away from me that badly?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I have a date to go get ready for.”

You don’t know why you told him. It could be because you had to tell someone, or because you wanted him to hear about your plans for once. He’s always mentioning his dates, rubbing it in your face, even. So, it’s quite possible you wanted to get his reaction for once, a taste of his own medicine.

“Really? With who?”

He didn’t mean to sound so shocked, but he hadn’t seen you entertain any flirtatious advances, let alone agree to going out with someone. He was surprised, and, yeah, he was jealous. He wanted to take you out, to pick you up with flowers and compliment you right away. But, he knew better than to hope for that.

“Is it really so hard to believe I’d go out with someone?”

“No! No, I’m just taking it in. Who is it?”

“Ryan.”

“Absolutely not. He’s an asshole, seriously.”

“So were you.”

Were. Like you were finally admitting to having seen the change in him since school. For as much shit as you gave him about ‘King Steve,’ you weren’t blind, you knew he was different. But, that didn’t erase his actions. Not for you.

“I know that. But he still is!”

“Whatever, Steve. I’m gonna go now.”

The date was going horribly.

Ryan took you to the movies, which wasn’t bad, but his car was messy and he drove a little too recklessly for your taste. You were tense the whole drive, hands gripping the sides of your seat, deep breaths puffing out of your mouth.

Then, he made you pay for the tickets, even though he’s the one who asked you out because ‘you’re a working lady!’ and stuff like that. The last thing you wanted was for Steve to be right, but he was.

Ryan was still an asshole.

You were kind of grateful he’d chosen the movies, because it meant less talking and getting to eat popcorn. You could put up with that and pretend it went just great when Steve inevitably asked you about it tomorrow. No worries.

As you walked up the steps to your seats, Ryan behind you, no doubt looking at your ass, you were trying to force yourself to have a good time. To really try to have fun even if it wasn’t an ideal situation. Ryan couldn’t be that bad, you could handle him.

You didn’t see it when your date high fived a random guy in the theatre for being there with you.

As the movie went on, Ryan kept trying to hold your hand, to put his arm around you. You weren’t a fan and he clearly wasn’t taking the hint. At some point, you thought he’d finally given up, that he’d just leave it alone.

Unfortunately, you were wrong.

One second, you were just eating popcorn with an annoying date next to you, the next, he was putting his hand on your thigh. You tried shaking your leg to get him to take it off, and it didn’t work. You were getting uncomfortable, so you stood up quickly and muttered a quick excuse that you were going to the bathroom.

He waved you off.

Your heart was beating quickly as you made your way out of the screening room. You needed a way out of this date and you needed it now. You paced in the hallway of the theatre, deserted and warmly lit. Before you could even think about a plan, Ryan was there, grabbing your wrist too tightly.

“Got lost on the way to the bathroom there?”

“No. I actually have to go.”

His grip tightened on you when you tried to walk away, fingertips pushing into the delicate skin of your wrist, bruising and painful.

“You sure about that?”

“Ryan, let go. That hurts.”

“You’ve been teasing me all night. Wearing a fucking skirt and you want to leave?”

“What?”

He threw your wrist out of his grasp, and you massaged the area he’d been holding with your other hand. You knew he was an asshole but you never expected it to be this bad. Your hands were shaking and your breaths weren’t steady. You needed to leave.

“Fucking bitch. You can walk home.”

He stormed off after that, getting in his car and driving off. You watched him go through the glass doors of the theatre. At first, you were one hundred percent happy he was gone, then you remembered you didn’t have a way home anymore and the walk would take you eternity.

The only number that came to your mind was Steve’s, which was odd considering you never used it before. You only knew what it was because of work, having to know all of your coworkers contact information was annoying, but you supposed it worked out for you in the end.

You found the nearest pay phone, shaky hands inserting a coin and dialing Steve’s number. Sighing as you heard the dial tone, cursing yourself for calling him when the phone started ringing. You hadn’t even considered the possibility that he wasn’t home, but you didn't need to because he picked up on the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Steve?”

He was shocked to be hearing your voice on the other side of the phone. He couldn’t figure out for the life of him why you would be calling him. Didn’t you hate him? Or was he wrong about that? His mind was reeling all because of a phone call from you. Maybe he felt something for you that was stronger than like.

He was snapped out of it when you said his name again, quiet and barely there, but he heard it.

“Yeah. Hi. It’s me. Why are you calling? You never call.”

“I know… I just, um, I didn’t know who else to call. I need a ride. Please?”

He noticed the way your voice cracked, the way you had to pause between words like you were trying not to cry. He racked his brain trying to remember where he put his keys.

“Are you okay, princess?”

“Guess you were right. Ryan’s still an asshole. Can you come get me?”

He was standing before you even finished the question. He’d do anything for you.

“Where are you?”

You told him, and he hung up with a promise of being there soon.

You all but ran to Steve’s BMW when he arrived, eager to escape the nightmare that was this night. You were so relieved to see him for once and your mind was too frazzled to think about that.

He unlocked the doors for you as soon as he saw you stand from your seat on the curb. He went as far as leaning over the console to open the passenger door for you, giving you the quickest way into his car.

Your mood was evident as soon as you took your spot in the passenger seat. Your leg immediately bouncing up and down, hands fidgeting with the hem of your clothes. Being calm was not happening for you, still on edge from being grabbed and talked down to the way you were.

“Want me to take you home?”

Steve spoke in an almost-whisper. It was like he didn’t want to scare you, to cause you any amount of distress. He could tell that you were anxious, uncomfortable about what happened. He wanted to take it away so badly.

“Yeah. Thanks, Steve.”

Your voice was small, shaky. Your eyes seemed to be permanently teary and the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of Steve. Over a date.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

He spared a quick glance over at you as he drove. He noticed the way your bottom lip was wobbling, the way your eyes were squeezed shut so you wouldn’t cry. The car was pulling over before he even realized. The boy just wanted to comfort you, and he couldn’t do that if he was focused on driving.

“Hey, princess. It’s okay. You’re okay. Talk to me.”

“You probably think I’m so stupid.”

The tears were falling now, and you couldn’t stop them. You just felt like an idiot, like you deserved everything Ryan said to you. You felt gross and dirty and all you wanted to do was curl up into a ball on your bed and sob.

“Look at me. I do not think you’re stupid. What happened, sweetheart?”

“He, um, he kept trying to put his hands on me and stuff and-”

“Did he hurt you? Oh my god.”

“Steve. No, nothing happened. He just grabbed my wrist kinda tight and said some stuff and it was humiliating.”

“Your wrist? Can I see?”

You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand before holding it out to Steve, letting him hold your forearm in his gentle grasp.

“Shit. He left bruises.”

“I’m fine.”

He shook his head, a small frown on his face at the image of fucking Ryan hurting you. Steve brought your wrist up to his mouth, kissing your marked skin so lightly you almost missed it.

“You don’t deserve anything he did or said to you, okay? None of it. You’re a great girl.”

He was so soft with you at this moment, so caring and it was like your whole view on him just shifted. All this time you thought he was this egotistical ass, you were too distracted by the banter between the two of you to see how good he was. Maybe the irritation was something else, buried under the false pretence of dislike when in reality he made you smile. He made you think about him constantly.

You get jealous when he gets dates, for fucks sake.

“I’m sorry I’m so mean to you, Steve.”

You felt awful because of it. He deserved more than what you were, better than how you treated him. All this time this pretty, sweet boy was right in front of you and you couldn’t stop teasing him long enough to see that.

You were crying more now, the tears a constant stream down your face leaving small tracks in your makeup.

“Hey. Shhh. No, stop that. It’s okay, listen to me,” he was holding your face in his hands, thumbs swiping at the wetness on your cheeks. He forced you to look at him with his hold on your face, your sad eyes blinking up at him.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Stop, sweet girl. You’re not mean to me, okay? It’s okay. Do you want me to take you home now?”

He was so shocked at the apology you gave him, the genuine sadness he could see all over your features at the idea of hurting him even after the awful night you had.

“Okay.”

“Okay, I’ll drive you home. Please stop crying.”

“I’m sorry. Thank you for getting me.”

“You call me anytime you need to. I’m there.”

As he drove the rest of the way home, your small sniffles breaking the silence in the car, he couldn’t help but think about what you said. The fact that you were taken on this awful date and that wasn’t even what you were the most upset about was killing him. He wanted to hold you and never let go.

He loved you. He knew that now. And you called him when you needed someone.

You called him. Not Robin, not anyone else. Him. That had to mean something.

You and Steve were both working the next day, which was going to be awkward.

You cried in front of him. He wiped your tears away and cared for you while you were hurting even after everything.

You did a lot of reflecting last night, after showering off the disgusting feeling of Ryan lingering on you. You realized that all this time, you didn’t actually harbour negative feelings towards Steve, only to the person you once knew him to be.

As soon as you opened your eyes to who he is now, to how you felt when he was around, you realized you liked him. A lot. Maybe more than liked, even, and it was scary.

The decision you made to show up way too early for work paid off because Robin was there, and she’s exactly who you needed to talk to. She was confused to see you an hour before yours and Steve’s shift started, but she welcomed you all the same.

“Hey! Why are you here so early?”

“I really need to talk to you and you can’t say anything until I’m done, okay?”

“Okay, shutting up now!”

“So last night I went on the worst date ever, it was awful and I freaked out and called Steve to come get me because Ryan left me there-”

“Why would you go out with Ryan?”

“Robin!”

“Sorry! I’m actually shutting up this time.”

“So Steve took me home and I cried in front of him in the car. He literally had to pull over and he wiped my tears and stuff. I’m just so confused because I thought I didn’t like him but I was so wrong. So, so wrong. I really like him, I think I love him and I’m freaking out.”

She just stared at you blankly, absorbing everything you just said and making sure you were done talking before she responded. When you simply nodded at her to let her know she could reply, you were surprised with all she had to say.

“Finally!”

“What?”

“You two have had feelings for each other for so long it’s been driving me insane! I mean, seriously, all the teasing and glances. You’re so oblivious to it all, seriously.”

“Why didn’t you tell me!”

“Tell you how you feel? Come on! Steve’s liked you forever, too. Can't you just suck it up and tell him?”

“No! I’ve been so mean to him and why would he want that around him? He’ll never believe me or want to be with me.”

“God, you two are so annoying.”

“Robin!”

You couldn’t believe the idea that Steve liked you a fraction of how much you recently discovered you liked him. After everything you’ve said, everything you put him through, how could he?

You and Robin changed the subject after that, deciding that it was better for you to just think about what was said and what you wanted to do from there. The rest of the time before your shift flew by, and before you knew it, Steve was walking through the door to get to work.

Mostly to see you, though.

Steve’s mind was reeling ever since last night. Thoughts about you, wondering if you were okay, analyzing everything that was said. He couldn’t stop thinking about how you cried, how you let him hold you and how you apologized to him even though he didn’t need it. He was already in love with you, sorry or not.

He decided he would tell you how he felt sometime soon. The time was wasting and after everything he’d been through he couldn’t imagine letting it keep ticking by without trying.

As soon as you heard the bell above the door ring signaling Steve’s entrance, you looked over. His eyes locked onto yours and the seconds seemed to slow then. The world pausing for the two of you.

Robin noticed the moment. She just rolled her eyes and excused herself saying, “that’s my cue!”

You both snapped out of it when she called out a ‘bye lovebirds!’ before walking out of the store, leaving you alone with Steve. He walked behind the counter, leaning on it beside you.

“Hi, princess. How you doing?”

“Steve, I’m okay. Thank you, again. I’m really sorry I made you come get me… and that I cried. That was really embarrassing.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m here for you, I mean it.”

“But, I’ve been rude to you.. judged you because of high school. I just feel awful. I don’t deserve your kindness.”

He hated how sad you looked over his feelings. You were the one who had an awful, scary night. Not him. The boy wanted you to be okay, to forgive yourself because he forgave you the second your gaze softened towards him.

“Stop it. You deserve everything good. Everything. I’m gonna go put these returns back, okay? Stop beating yourself up. We’re okay.”

He touched your arm softly as he passed, the small brush of his hand sending waves through you. Mind, body, and soul. He affected you and you wanted him. You loved him.

You never thought you would be one to call for Steve Harrington, but here you were. You had probably been falling for months now, never even knowing it. This was crazy.

To make everything even crazier, the next time the bell above the door rang, it was none other than Ryan. Your nightmare date. Absolute asshole. You were not ready to deal with him.

“y/n. Hey.”

“Go away Ryan.”

Steve was in the back now, organizing movies and trying to give you space. He didn’t hear the bell jingle and he didn’t know who was out there. If he did, he’d have some choice words and maybe even a punch to give.

“Come on. Let me make it up to you.”

“No. Please leave.”

Your eyes were searching around the store for Steve, for an escape from this guy and this conversation. You couldn’t see him, though. All you could do was hope that he would come back soon, that some kind of intuition would lead him to find you.

“Babe, seriously. One date and I’ll prove to you last night was a fluke.”

“Don’t call me ‘babe’ and stop asking me out. No.”

“Such a bitch.”

Steve chose that moment to walk out of the back room, brows furrowing at the sight of fucking Ryan talking to you. He could tell you weren’t having it, that you weren’t comfortable with it. Your hands were fidgeting, shaking.

“I think she told you to leave.”

“Steve Harrington! A hero!”

“Get the fuck out, Ryan. Seriously.”

Steve was talking slowly, menacingly. His voice a demand that you’d never heard come from him before. He was always soft, light, and right now he was anything but.

“Jesus, Steve, you really fell off since school.”

“No, I’m better now, thanks. You can leave now.”

You stood watching the two of them, not able to utter a word. You were nervous to see what would happen, hoping that Ryan would just leave and no punches would be thrown. As much as he deserved one.

“Whatever,” Ryan turned to you then, eyes scanning you up and down in anger, disgust. “You’re lucky King Steve was here to save you. You’re a fucking bore anyways. Bye.”

You let out a breath after he left, one of relief and shock. What the fuck. Steve defended you. Ryan came back and was just as horrible as you remembered. Why was this all happening to you? There was so much confusion and self-doubt running through your head.

“Hey, sweet girl. What happened before I showed up?”

“He tried to get me to go out with him again. Redemption or something.”

“Fuck that. Don’t go on that date.”

The atmosphere seemed to shift. You were standing really close together. When did that happen? Steve was holding both of your hands in his, stopping your nervous fiddling and soothing you. He looked all over your face, eyes scanning and sweet and captivating as ever.

“Steve…”

“Don’t go.”

“I wasn’t going to. But why? What’s it to you.”

“You know why. Don’t make me say it. Please.”

Was this really happening? Were things about to be confessed in the dingy space that was Family Video? You really hoped it was. That you weren’t dreaming some kind of crazy realistic dream. Because Steve was the most real you’d ever seen him now.

His eyes pleading with you, trying to find any sign that you would relent, let him save his words to himself. It was too early. He still didn’t know if you felt the same, and no matter what he convinced himself earlier, he was scared. So scared to admit his emotions.

You let go of one of his hands to push his hair off of his forehead, “tell me.”

“Fuck. I can’t.”

“Steve. Tell me.”

Your hand grasped his face, coaxing him to keep his eyes on yours. To see how serious you were. You wanted to hear this and you wanted to say it back. All this considering he was going to say what you thought he was.

“I’m in love with you and I'm terrified. I’m so scared because for a long time I was convinced you could never feel the same and then last night you called me. You called me, and all I wanted to do was hold you and kiss you and make sure you were okay and I still do. I still do and I’m scared. I don’t deserve you, I don’t think I ever could-”

You cut him off by kissing him, too overwhelmed with everything he said to say anything back before pulling him into you. Steve reciprocated right away, his free hand wrapping around your waist to hold you as close as possible.

He was dreaming. He had to be. His dream girl, kissing him. You were perfect, and he was kissing you.

You pulled away after a bit, needing to say it back.

“I love you, Steve. I’m so sorry for how long I’ve been blind, I haven’t been fair to you and I want to fix it. But I love you, and I want you to let me prove that to you.”

“Maybe you can just kiss me again? Think that’ll work.”

You did, impossibly grateful that it was a quiet day in Family Video. You supposed you should be grateful for this job. It ultimately brought you and Steve together.

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andvys · 2 years

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This could be the end of everything

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst and some fluff (for now?)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader / slight Steve Harrington x female reader

Author’s note: Okayyyy, I planned on adding more angst but I considered writing a second part ;)

You felt like, you have spent half of your life chasing after your best friend, chasing after his attention, chasing after his affection, after his love but you never got it; at least not in the way you wanted it. He did give you attention, the kind that anyone would give his best friend. He was affectionate with you, in an annoying kind of way like messing up your hair or pulling you into a hug at the most random times, not knowing what kind of affect he has on you. He doesn't know that you feel butterflies every time he touches your face or every time he grabs your hand, he doesn't know that your heart starts racing every time he says ‘I love you’ with no deeper meaning behind it.

You were nothing more than a best friend to him.

And it hurt.

You watched him fall in love with Nancy, watched him give her all the love you so desperately longed for. And no matter how much it hurt, you were always supportive of him and his relationship with her, despite the pain you had gone through when you had to watch him love someone else.

You watched their relationship fall apart.

You were there for him when no one else was and yet he’d still choose anyone else over you, every time, even after everything you have gone through together. For a moment you thought you might have a chance with him when him and Nancy broke up but he always had eyes for someone else, it would always be someone else. You would never be the girl he wants.

You pined after him for the longest time but you were slowly giving up on the possibility that he might like you back one day.

Waiting for him wasn't worth it, anymore.

He will never want you.

“Earth to y/n.” Robin waves her hand in front of your face, trying to get your attention.

Blinking, you look up at her “huh?”

“Are you okay?” she repeats, looking at you with a concerned look on her face.

“Uh-yeah.” you mumble “why?”

“That bat got you good.” she says, pointing to the cut on your forehead.

You were so deep in thought about your stupid feelings for Steve that you didn't even notice the pain in your forehead.

“Oh- it’s whatever, it’s like taking back a souvenir from vacation.” you joke causing her to chuckle as she shakes her head.

“What a nice souvenir.” she laughs.

“Maybe it’ll make me look badass.”

She scoffs as she looks at you “uhh, you already look badass if anything it’ll make you look even hotter.”

“Even hotter, huh?” you smirk.

“Yeah.” she winks, leaning closer, she looks back for a moment before she turns to you again “I know Munson thinks the same thing.”

You gape at her “w-what?”

“Should've seen the way he looked at you when you killed that bat or the way he looks at you in general.” she whispers with a smirk on her face “if you turn around right now, you’ll catch him staring at you, as always.” she teases, laughing at the dumbfound expression on your face.

Shaking your head, you look down, trying to hide your flustered state.

Robin only chuckles before she walks away from you, catching up to Nancy, who walks ahead of you.

You think about her words, trying to ignore the affect they had on you. Intrigued, you turn around slowly and just like Robin said, Eddie is staring at you. His eyes widen slightly as they meet yours, a blush creeps up on his face but he keeps eye contact nonetheless.

You smile to yourself, he is cute.

You slow down, waiting for him to catch up. Ignoring the look on Steve’s face as he looks at both you and Eddie.

A smile tugs at his lips as he comes up next to you “hi.”

You chuckle “hey.”

His eyes scan your face, frowning as he notices the cut on your forehead “you’re bleeding.” he mutters as he brushes your hair to the side, trying to get a better look at the wound “here.” he goes to grab the bandana from his pocket but you stop him, grabbing his hand “it’s okay, Eddie.”

He looks down at your hand in surprise, your touch sending sparks through his body.

“I’ve had worse, it’s nothing.” you say, letting go of his hand, you wipe the blood off with the sleeve of your jacket “see, all gone.”

The smile you give him makes his heart skip a beat, his hand still feeling tingly from when you touched him.

He has never been this close to you.

The closest he got to you was sitting two tables away from you during math class and up till now he believed that you didn't even know he existed. You were too busy pinning after Steve to notice someone like him, at least that’s what Eddie believed.

Eddie initially disliked Steve. He seemed to get everything he wants, everything just falls right into his hands and he doesn't even realize how lucky he is, especially because he has you.

You, who are hopelessly in love with the very oblivious Steve.

You longed for Steve while Eddie longed for you.

“Not gone.” he mumbles, this time it’s him grabbing your hand causing you to slow down “you’re still bleeding.” he whispers as he tugs on your hand. Halting in your steps, you turn towards Eddie as he puts his hands on your shoulders “let me.” pulling his bandana out of his pocket, folding it, he takes a step closer to you. Looking at the cut in your forehead, he furrows his brows in concentration, wiping some of the blood off “shit, that's deep, you probably need stitches.” he slowly covers the wound with bandana “you okay?” he asks carefully as he looks down to meet your eyes.

You nod, trying to ignore the way your heartbeat quickened when he stepped closer to you. You stare at him as he leans in closer, tying a knot carefully.

“Everything okay?” Steve asks as he comes up next to you, eyeing you worriedly.

“Yeah.” you mumble as you look at your best friend, who looks between you and Eddie with an unreadable look on his face “just a cut.”

“There you go.” Eddie smiles, taking a step back he looks at you “you look cool as hell, sweetheart.”

Chuckling, you shake your head as you thank him for the bandana.

“You should keep it, it suits you.” he says as he looks you up and down for a moment.

Steve narrows his eyes, looking at Eddie in annoyance. Putting his hands on his hips, he looks at you, noticing the flustered look on your face. He hates it and he doesn't even know why, you were his best friend, just his best friend and yet he feels jealousy creeping up on him.

He has never seen you this flustered before, he has never seen that sparkle in your eyes you had when you smiled at Eddie.

And Eddie seemed to like you, a lot and it bothered Steve to no end.

He notices the way Eddie stares at you, the way he smiles at you so differently than how he smiles at the rest of your friends.

Eddie likes you and it seemed as though he has liked you for a while now. It’s not the first time he has caught him staring at you.

“Are you having a giveaway today?” you chuckle, gesturing to his vest that he gave Steve to wear and now his bandana “I kinda want a vest like that too.”

Eddie’s eyes light up at your words “doll, you can have-”

Steve clears his throat, rolling his eyes “okay we should keep going.” he interrupts him rudely causing you to look at him with a confused look on your face. The annoyance is clear on Steve’s face.

He kind of hopes that Eddie will leave the two of you alone for a moment but instead he mumbles a quick ‘sure’ before he steps closer to you again, pulling you along with him as he starts rambling again.

Steve sighs, avoiding your eyes as you look back at him once more before your attention gets pulled towards Eddie again.

He clenches his jaw as he follows behind the two of you. Listening in on your conversation about his vest and band patches on them.

“You should have a patch of your own band.” you suggest causing Eddie to look at you in surprise.

“Y-You know about my band?” he asks, staring at you.

“Of course.” you smile “I’ve seen you play.”

His heart flutters in his chest, he didn't even know that you knew who he was and here you are talking about his band now “no way, you’re lying, I’ve never seen you around.”

You chuckle “yeah cause you were probably too busy staring at your groupies.” you tease him.

Eddie scoffs as he shakes his head “sweetheart, I wouldn't even see anyone else if you were there.”

“Sure Eddie, whatever you say.” you chuckle, hiding the fact that he makes you incredibly flustered.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, y/n.” he whispers as he stares at you longingly, the way he always does. A smile tugs at his lips as he sees how flustered and shy you got “in fact you’re so pretty that I can’t ever focus in class, you’re the reason I’m failing math class.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise as you gape at him “what now?”

Amusement lingers in your eyes as they lock with his “you heard me.” he smirks “can’t stop staring at you, I never hear what the teacher says.”

“So it’s my fault now, Eddie?”

His eyes flicker down to your lips, he loves the way you say his name.

“Yes, I’d say you owe me a study date now.” he pauses as he looks up “or a few study dates.” he emphasizes on the word dates, smiling shyly as he looks back down at you.

You can’t help but giggle at his words, looking down at the ground, trying to hide the shy look on your face “just a few?”

“More than a few.” he smirks, acting as though he isn't totally nervous. His heart is racing in his chest, scared of rejection even though he didn't actually ask you out yet.

His big brown eyes give his nervousness away though and you can clearly see how nervous he is. Yeah, he is definitely more than just cute.

“I’d love to have a few study dates with you.” you smile, stepping closer to him.

Eddie’s eyes light up in excitement and surprise as if he didn't expect you to agree to it. Luck didn't seem to be on his side lately and yet something good came out of this messed up situation.

“Perfect.” he whispers, smiling at you as your eyes lock with his. His hand brushes against yours and he feels the urge to hold it and pull you even closer.

The sweet little smile you give him is enough to make him weak in the knees, he adores you, he adores you so much.

Feeling you slip your hand in his, he swears his heart almost jumps out from excitement. Closing his hand around yours, he squeezes it softly as he pulls you closer to him.

Despite everything that has been happening the past few days, Eddie feels like the luckiest man alive while Steve who sulks in the back could swear that he felt his heart aching when you agreed to a ‘date’ with Eddie and then he felt it breaking when you gave him that smile and grabbed his hand.

Did he just realize that he likes you more than just a best friend now that it was too late?

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hotluncheddie · 1 year

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Today I bring you jock mannerisms Steve. Steve is an obviously touch starved guy between the absent parents and douchebag friends he's not great about asking for affection or even understanding that he needs it most of the time. Which just kinda leads to him being subconsciously touchy.

Most of it is innocent enough that you wouldn't notice it. Lots of pats on the backs, shoulders and head that are just commonplace for how he interacts with the kids at this point. There's the hair ruffling too and he'll grab people's wrists and tug them out of the way out of reflex because the kids and Robin (and later Eddie) get so caught up in what they're doing that they don't pay attention to their surroundings Robin has been almost run over mid ramble more times than Steve cares to admit

And all of this is fine. Friendly touches. But then he does the 'hands on someone's waist to scoot past' move. He doesn't even think about it. He'll put his hands on the kids shoulders to move them out of the way because of their height and his depth perception is fucked mainly in his left eye from all the head injuries, that he can't always tell how much space he has now. So he doesn't even think when his hands land on Eddie's waist as he squeezes past him in the kitchen

But Eddie does. Particularly because Steve runs hotter than him and he feels like he just got burned

lovely anon i have had the longest day so to come home and read this is so so so cool. ty! i love it! <3

first off i have been having some steve finds it hard to differentiate platonic and romanic love (which it really honestly is) thoughts and i just feel like there a juicy way of connecting that and him being touch starved and i dunno just yet.

also great point about the kind of touching and intimacy that could be creating in all the sporting environments he's been in. like they're all there to use their bodies so i can see steve thinking about physicality in a very different way to anyone else in the party. like his body was never something he was ashamed of. he could think/talk about it in a very practical way; something to get the job done, always looking for ways to improve, things he wants to change but without any strong emotions just wanting to be better. so in a way it makes sense he wont think deeply about the way he touches his friends, because those safe little ways have always been there, they just hold a lot more meaning now. he does them with a lot more love.

he's just a real special guy!! he's letting himself care so he's letting himself touch in caring practical ways. growing into someone who gives freely and hopefully, eventually someone who can ask for what they need freely.

but oh ho ho a hand on the waist? that's horny romantic and honestly so is holding a wrist i feel like is potentially very intimate. so eddie going insane at steves little touches is sooooo good!

i think i just love the idea of these two guys being kinda loud and brash and then they come together and start to realise deeper feelings. realise its different with the other and then everything just softens. they're different with each other, its special, the little moment they have just the two of them.

so eddie being in the kitchen, fresh to realising his growing feeling for steve, feeling that innocent little touch. burning inside with want and desire but also being so confused because does steve touch everyone like that? is eddie reading too much into it? sometimes steve looks at him or talks to him in a way that make eddie feel special, like he gets to see a side of steve no one else does. but he can't be sure.

and maybe it takes steve a little while to realise that he does touch eddie differently. then a little longer to see that he wants to keep touching eddie differently. to treat eddie special because he is special to steve.

and then they kiss obviously!

(sorry this maybe doesn’t make a load of sense it’s a lot of separate thoughts under the theme of your lovely message!)

#steddie #ask #another lovely anon #i love uuuuuuu #hotlunch #<3 #steve x eddie #just some bits a pieces about my special goblin and stevie baby #drabbles

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I need the fic where Batman responds to the Red Hood exactly like a parent with a rebellious teenager. he looms out of the shadows to admonish Hood for stealing Black Mask’s kryptonite. he confiscates the rocket launcher. he grounds Jason for releasing the Joker.

the GCPD, watching the most notorious crime lord in the city get scolded by Batman: what is even happening Hood: YOU’RE NOT MY REAL FATHER Batman: the paperwork disagrees. also, you blow up one more warehouse and no more Alfred cookies. Hood, whining: but I had to blow it up, it was full of drugs! and drug dealers! mainly the drug dealers. Batman, shaking Hood like an errant kitten: murder bad.

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okay, imagine everyone gets the Robins mixed up. look, it’s hard, their color themes are all too similar, two of them have ‘red’ in their name and two of them have ‘robin’ in their name, and apparently one of them was a girl, and honestly this is too much background reading to be a goon. and it doesn’t really matter if you get their names mixed up, because it will inevitably end with you beaten unconscious and ziptied to a telephone pole. can’t keep things straight with a concussion anyway.

so, fic where a random group of thugs decides to kidnap a Robin and sell them off to their nemesis. only they get the Robins wrong. every time.

Hood squints up at Deathstroke. Deathstroke stares down at him. “in which universe does this look like Nightwing to you?” “he’s got wings on his chest!” “that’s a bat, you moron.” “oh, uh--wait, where are you going?” “you managed to snag the one Bat that’s not opposed to killing, and I’m not going to sit around here and wait while he blows this warehouse up.” “but we searched him--urk!” the warehouse explodes when Deathstroke is two blocks away.

Red Robin groans and pulls himself off the floor of the warehouse. Black Mask makes a hissed growl. “you got the wrong Red, you utter moron!” “s-sorry, but you said--” “I gave you a very clear description! I said red helmet! does this idiot look like he has a red helmet to you?” Red Robin yawns, politely covering his mouth. none of the goons notice that his hands are free. “what am I supposed to do with this skinny-ass creativity-challenged kid, huh?” snick of a bo staff extending. “oh,” Red Robin smiles, “I have a few ideas.” screams.

Spoiler stares unblinking. Ra’s al Ghul stares back, also unblinking. the cave glitters with green light. there is a marble chessboard between them. “would you like a game?” “sure, sounds like fun!” both of them ignore the screams of the hapless goons in the background.

Robin snarls like a vengeful rattlesnake, trussed up with a giant bow on his head. Cluemaster fights the urge to break something. “I’m sorry, but which one of you idiots identified this kid as my daughter?” “I--we--um--” “he’s the wrong age, gender, race--” “we didn’t want to assume!” “aw, how progressive of you!” everyone looks up. Nightwing is perched there, smiling. Batman is perched there, not smiling. “oh shit--”

Deathstroke stares upward, as though searching for patience. “you called me here, wasting my considerably expensive time, to tell me that you have Robin.” “yessir.” “why do you think I give a flying fuck about Robin?” “you--you hate the Teen Titans, right?” “that was ten years ago--you know what, fuck it, fine, show me the kid.” the goons haul in Nightwing. Deathstroke stares, and then smiles. “well, what do you know, you idiots finally managed to get your Robins right.” the goons perk up. “so you’ll buy him?” Deathstroke unsheathes his sword.

“oh, I didn’t say that.”

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Bruce isn’t the one with a crippling desire to adopt any black-haired child thrust in front of him. no, that’s one hundred percent his children’s fault.

(or, elder batkid holding younger soon-to-be batkid like simba in lion king: “adopt him, or I will.”)

Nightwing finds Jason stealing the Batmobile’s tires. he’s amused. he finds out that Jason doesn’t have a family and he makes the puppy dog eyes at Batman, the ones he knows Bruce can’t resist. Batman tries to stay strong. Nightwing uses his secret weapon and informs Bruce that if he doesn’t take Jason in, Dick will. Bruce folds like a bad hand (he can’t have grandchildren at this young) and tries to console himself that it’s just this once.

(we all know that’s a lie.)

Red Hood does his whole showdown at the Tower. in the process of insults being bandied about, he finds out that Tim has not yet been adopted by Bruce. Jason is affronted. outraged, even. this whole showdown loses half the emotional punch if Tim hasn’t been adopted. Jason didn’t come here to beat up some random kid wearing Robin colors! Batman is extremely surprised to see Gotham’s latest crime lord appear in front of him with a growled ultimatum and a bruised Robin dangling from his grip like a scruffed kitten. Batman doesn’t know why Hood’s threatening to adopt Robin, but of course he can’t let his son Tim be kidnapped. it’s only when he’s filing the papers that he realizes why it sounded so familiar, and Jason is trying to reschedule his showdown with Robin when he’s attacked by a weepy Batman.

(Bruce is starting to wonder about his children and their propensity for adoption.)

Tim gets attacked in the Cave by a ninja with a sword. a very small ninja who proclaims himself the Son of the Bat. Tim is beyond excited, this is his chance to adopt someone into the family. Tim presents Bruce with a hogtied Damian and chirps the line at him, beaming. Bruce blinks at him. (“Tim, you’re bleeding.” “tis but a flesh wound.” *muffled shouting* “oh, apparently it’s poisoned, but I feel fine.” “TIM--”) Damian is none too pleased by Tim’s claim--“I have no need of your ridiculous threats, I am Father’s rightful heir!”--but is secretly happy to be assured of a place in this strange tradition.

(“No, stop laughing Clark, this is a real problem, Damian tried to get me to adopt Jon the other day--I said stop laughing--”)

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okay so one of those ‘take a canon scene and see how it works in fanon batfam’ ideas. in this case, the Batman v Red Hood fight, you know the one, yes that one where Bruce beats the everloving shit out of a Jason that’s not fighting back.

how do you make this work in batfam, you ask? well 😈.

Jason needs connections in the underworld for some case. problem is, Hood’s been an antihero for a good long while now, and most people consider him a Bat. Jason’s solution is simple--stage a confrontation so public and so egregious that the entirety of Gotham knows he’s not a Bat anymore.

and whaddya know? Batman’s the only Bat in Gotham at the moment. Steph’s visiting Cass in Hong Kong, Tim’s in San Francisco, Damian’s spending the month in Bludhaven with Nightwing, it couldn’t be easier. Jason just has to convince Bruce of this plan and they’re good to go!

(Jason does a whole monologue to try and convince Bruce, ending on the ultimatum, “if you don’t help me, I’ll find someone who will!” Bruce panics. he’d rather have Jason plot a fake confrontation with him than go fight-flirt with Black Mask. one villain son-in-law is more than enough.)

it’s a whole production. Jason writes scene directions. there’s fake blood. a dramatic monologue. Batman tears the red bat off his chest. the kind of shit that Gothamites would eat up. by the end of this fight, no one in Gotham will think Red Hood is a Bat.

the plan goes off really, really well.

until it doesn’t.

what Jason maybe hasn’t considered is the vast plethora of people who love him, who would drop everything and come running to save him, and who’ve watched a bunch of footage of Batman beating the shit out of him. while Jason is completely off grid and unable to answer any calls.

Jason returns to the Cave to update Bruce that he found the intel he was looking for, only to find him being held at swordpoint by Talia al Ghul while a furious and weepy Dick demands to know why he did it. the rest of the family stand in silent judgment.

the Cave: *crickets* Bruce, pointing at Jason: it was his idea

408 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

on a more cracky note: Bruce getting possessed by something. it details how it’s going to completely ruin his life, bit by bit, inch by inch, and no one will ever ever know because Bruce exclusively communicates in grunts anyway.

Bruce freaking out, trapped in the back of his head, forced to watch as the entity interacts with his family with no one seemingly the wiser.

in reality, everyone immediately cottoned onto the fact that Bruce is acting weird and they’re all exchanging theories and solutions in the background and Bruce is unpossessed by dinner.

Dick: it got the tone of your hns wrong, it was more of a space is the absolute worst I hate it hn when it should’ve been a this city stinks like garbage hn.

Jason: you didn’t look constipated when you saw me shoot someone.

Tim: you only double-checked the mission info six times.

Cass: moved weird.

Steph: you didn’t make that eyebrow crinkle when I cracked a joke like you’re trying to be stern but inside you’re laughing because we all know I’m hilarious.

Damian: as if I don’t regularly check you all for possession, tt.

Alfred: I know everything, Master Bruce.

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Sicktember Day 15 - Sunburn - Pre-Steddie - Vampire AU

He’s good at avoiding most sunlight. He keeps his jacket when he’s outside, his hair is long and shields most of his face. The bits of skin that do get sun are usually able to withstand the heat and rays for the amount of time he’s out in it, which is minimal. Hawkins is about as sunny as it is overcast or rainy, which definitely works to his advantage.

Of course, Steve fucking Harrington invites him to a get together at his house, and tells him to bring a swim suit, that he has a pool and they all usually congregate out there and then head in to watch a movie when it gets dark. And of course, Eddie says he’ll be there, because he’s a love sick dumbass.

All hope that maybe Saturday will be overcast and dreary is dashed when the long haired man watches the sun start to rise at six am. He turns the news on like usual for he and Wayne, and the woman says the high will be 86, and it’ll be sunny all day. Fucking fuck.

The thing is, it’s not as if sunlight actually burns him like in the movies, it doesn’t. But it makes him feel drained, makes his skin feel uncomfortably hot. His powers start to become fuzzy and weak, and though yes, he technically can go into sunlight, he very much prefers not to. The longest he’s been in the sun was around twenty minutes, and he’d felt ready to pass out, only he physically couldn’t.

And now….well there’s no turning back, as he waits for someone to invite him into the Harrington’s place. After ringing the doorbell, he waits five seconds and then Steve opens the door, smiling a little.

“Eddie, hey man, glad you made it. Come on in,” Steve is standing there in just red swim trunks, no shirt on.

Nodding, the twenty year old walks into the house, black backpack; carrying a brand new pair of cheap black swim trunks and an old towel of Wayne’s, slung over his shoulder. Looking around, he notices that the house feels more like a museum than a home, and it makes his non-beating heart ache.

“Yeah, thanks uh, thanks for inviting me.”

“Do you have swim shorts? I have extra if you need any,” the nineteen year old assures as they walk through the living room and kitchen.

“I have some in my bag, but thanks. I’m not…I’m not a big pool guy, usually,” he tries to explain.

Even without the whole vampire thing, he’s not sure he would have been in many pools growing up anyway, not with a deadbeat dad and a mother who was working more than she was home. Feeling uneasiness start to make a pit in his stomach, he walks outside with the other man, grateful when he notices that at least some parts of Steve’s backyard are shaded. Unfortunately, the pool is right in the middle with no shade anywhere close by.

God he’s fucked.

For a bit, he hangs out under the shade closer to Steve’s house than the pool, laughing with Jonathan about California and all the different ‘rules’ they have there. Jonathan finally decides to go into the pool after prompting from Argyle, and he knows there’s no getting out of it now.

“Eddie, come on!” Robin splashes the water forward as hard as she can, spraying just a small amount onto the long haired man’s legs. “We get your pale, have Steve put sunscreen on you or something.”

“Let me go change,” he grabs his bag and forces himself to slowly walk inside, keeping up a humans pace until he shuts the back door.

As he changes, Eddie stares at himself in the mirror of Steve’s downstairs bathroom. He’s pale in a way that’s not sickly but it’s not entirely healthy either. There’s no warmth on his cheeks, no blood in his body to create the capillaries to cause any flush at all. At least, no blood that’s being truly pumped and oxygenated, no blood he’s made himself. The only blood in his body is that of animals he feeds off of.

Slipping his clothing off, the twenty year old slides into his new swim suit, feeling vaguely uncomfortable. Right, people are waiting. Get it together Munson.The second he steps outside, his skin starts feeling warm. Eddie’s forgotten what exactly it feels like, the sudden sting that settles into skin and starts warming up his entire body.

“Woah, bro. You’re paler than Jonathan, and that’s like, saying something.”

Eddie turns to chuckle at Argyle, giving him a half smile.

“Munson genes, we all got porcelain skin,” he shrugs, brushing hair away from his mouth.

As he gets in, the water doesn’t help much with how warm his skin feels, but he ignores it in favor of keeping his attention on the others. Robin and Nancy are laughing and Steve is splashing them, while Jonathan and Argyle float contentedly in tubes. Moving to where Steve is, he gives a grin, splashing the man from behind.

“Shit!”

Laughing, Eddie scrunches his nose up and grins, his oddly long canine teeth exposed.

“Sorry, King Steve,” he teases playfully.

Suddenly, water splashes him, and from there it’s an all out war. Ten minutes later of chasing around the pool, of splashing and dunking, and everyone; because of course they all joined in, is tired. Eddie leans against the wall of the pool, shifting so sunlight isn’t directly hitting him. He feels oddly exhausted, something he’s not at all accustomed to, and he leans his head back with a thunk to the tile.

As minutes pass, the long haired man’s skin hurts. It’s no longer just an uncomfortable sensation, but verging on painful. Standing completely, he sighs.

“I’m going to find some shade,” he announces, thinking he should also grab a beer to make himself look at ease and comfortable with them all.

Just another thing he has to think about now- eating and drinking. He doesn’t need food, everything tastes bland and identical, but humans eat, and if he didn’t drink something on a hot day like everyone else, people will question him. Getting out, the twenty year old heads to the cooler near the door and pops open a beer can, taking a few sips. He can hear Robin approaching before he knows he actually should.

“Hey, I’m glad you came,” she smiles genuinely, which makes Eddie smile right back.

Robin Buckley is an anomaly and he enjoys getting to learn more about her. Sometimes he wants so badly to listen to her thoughts, to know how her brain works, but he doesn’t do that. He’s not going to do that to any of his friends. They trust him, and even if they don’t know he’s doing it, the guilt isn’t something he can deal with.

“I am too,” his hair drips onto the stone ground.

“Come lay out with me? You might even get a tan,” she jokes, and Eddie bites his lip.

“Mm, I’m getting pretty hot, honestly, I don’t kn-“

“Please? Nancy’s going to lay out too,” and damn Robin and her fucking earnest face.

“Fine. Lead the way, m’lady.”

As he lays baking in the sun, Eddie wonders if the blood he consumed earlier has evaporated from his body. His body feels like concrete as he tries to raise his arm. Not good, this is not good.

“Hey, uh. I need to…” he swallows, though he’s not sure why, it’s not like he needs to. “I need to go inside, I’m really hot.”

Both girls look at him, worry clouding their eyes. He must sound bad, because Robin is yelling for Steve, and Eddie isn’t sure he’s ever felt like this, like he wants to sleep, not since turning, at least. Steve’s suddenly right next to him, a hand on his shoulder. It hurts more than it should, the weight pressing against him.

“Your skin feels ok, so you’re probably not overheated.”

His skin is usually thirty degrees cooler than an average humans. Fucking shit.

“I really need to go inside,” Eddie forces himself to sit up. Moving feels like he’s going through molasses, and it makes his head swim. Not. Good.

Standing, Eddie makes his way into Steve’s house, Robin and Steve following him. He sits a few feet from the door, dropping down to lean against the wall. His shorts are dry now, his hair barely damp, curls wild and frizzy.

“Lemme get you water,” Steve says suddenly, as if remembering from all his life guard training.

“Are you okay? We can get a cold pack or something, or-“

“I’ll be okay…does Steve even own a cold pack?” He keeps his eyes shut, listening as Robin’s heart beats starts to slow from his joke, her breaths evening out.

“I can check,” she laughs. “But doubtful.”

Steve arrives back with not only a cup of ice water, but a cold, damp washcloth. He moves long hair away and then the fabric touches the back of his neck. Instantly, some of the intense heat dissipates.

“Thanks. Sorry for uh,” Eddie waves a hand around lazily. “I’m not an outdoors guy, this is just one reason,” he jokes, deciding that self-deprecating humor is a good choice.

“It’s all good dude, why don’t we order some pizza and we can watch a movie or something.”

“I’m down for that.”

It’s how Eddie ends up stretched across Steve’s couch, Robin and Argyle assuring they want the floor while Nancy and Jonathan sit on the other couch. Eddie’s lap is in the ex swim captain's lap, and he has to remind himself to pretend to breathe. When everyone else is asleep hours later, Eddie tries to take everything in, wanting to remember how fun of a day it’s been all things considered, before he silently gets up to go and find an animal to feed on in the woods near Steve’s house.

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Longest Tag: 110 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Eddie Munson Fics Masterpost

Between the oneshots and two multi-chapters series, I figured it’d be easier if I put everything in one place for people to find. I am keeping the masterposts of the multi-chapter fics for taglist reasons and such.

Please note I am NOT taking requests, imagines, or prompts.

Oneshots

The Audition - Eddie hears you singing in the shower and begs you to join his band. PG-13.

Your Love - Vecna’s curse is upon you. To bring you back, Eddie plays your favorite song, helping you fight to get back to him. PG-13.

Fantasy Section - You drag Eddie to the library to check out the newest fantasy book only to reveal you have a much naughtier plan in mind. 18+.

Lover’s Lake - A fun, innocent trip to Lover’s Lake turns into much more once you playfully suggest skinny dipping. 18+

Sleepover - After a late night of studying, you decide to sleep over at Eddie’s for the first time. Things take an interesting turn when you’re woken in the middle of the night by an aroused, but sleeping, Eddie. 18+

A Little Push - (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) Tired of watching you and Eddie dance around each other, Steve and Robin are determined to get you two together, even if it means slipping you some very special chocolates. 18+

Hands-On Experience - You’ve been bartending at The Hideout for months now, more than a little interested in the guitarist from Corroded Coffin. When you finally get a chance to talk to Eddie, he’s too cute to let get away and you suggest having some fun together. 18+

Multi-Chapter Fics

We Live for Love - Eddie is recovering in the hospital where you’re volunteering. The whole town may have shunned him but you refuse to do the same. 18+. Complete

Who Wants to be Lonely - After the ground splits and sends you hurtling into the Upside Down, you come face-to-face with the notorious, and injured, Eddie Munson. Lost and hunted by otherworldly creatures, the two of you have no choice but to stick together if you’re going to find your way home. 18+. Complete

Impulse - Tired of doing what everyone expects, Eddie convinces you to ditch school and do something impulsive for once. However, your impulse isn’t what he’s anticipating.18+. Ongoing/Standalone Chapters

Eddie Thoughts & Headcanons

Virgin Eddie, Virgin Eddie 2

Eddie’s Fav Color

Eddie + Plus Size Women

Eddie Being Alone, Eddie Being Alone 2

Eddie Having No One to Talk To, Eddie Having No One to Talk To 2

Eddie’s Thoughts on Prom

Eddie’s Thoughts on a Threesome

Eddie Doesn’t Miss School

Eddie Being Super Stoned

Other Joseph Quinn Characters

The Arrangement - (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) Drowning in problems of his own making, Arthur Havisham seeks the aid of the one person in the world who knows him better than anyone else. But what will it cost him this time? (Dickensian) 18+, Complete

Windswept - (Part 1) (Part 2) Still getting over his breakup with Ruth, Tom notices a familiar face has returned to Cornwall. Lonely and unable to sleep, he shows up at your trailer late one night. But as eager as you are to have him in your bed, you’re not interested in only being his distraction. (Make Up) 18+

Words of Advice - (Part 1) (Part 2) Months after being so spectacularly rejected by Lauren, Ralph finds his interests being drawn to the pretty new maid. Having no idea how to approach you, and not wanting to repeat mistakes of the past, he seeks advice from everyone and anyone who’ll provide it, which is probably not the wisest decision. (Timewasters) 18+

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Who Wants to be Lonely Masterpost

Who Wants to be Lonely (Complete)

Fic Summary: After the ground splits and sends you hurtling into the Upside Down, you come face-to-face with the notorious, and injured, Eddie Munson. Lost and hunted by otherworldly creatures, the two of you have no choice but to stick together if you’re going to find your way home. Eddie Munson Fics Masterpost. Please note I am NOT taking requests, imagines, or prompts.

Fic Rating: 18+

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Warnings: Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Language, Violence, Violence, Angst, Blood/Slight Gore, Season Finale Spoilers

Fic Song: Who Wants to be Lonely by Kiss. Full fic playlist on Spotify.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Bonus Chapter

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A Little Push - Part 1

A Little Push

Fic Summary: Tired of watching you and Eddie dance around each other, Steve and Robin are determined to get you two together, even if it means slipping you some very special chocolates. (Part 2) (Part 3) Eddie Munson Fics Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Warnings: Sex-Pollen-ish (so dubCon because of that), Aphrodisiac, Language, Filthy Smut, Friends to Lovers, Masturbation, Unprotected Sex, Creampie

Fic Song: N.I.B by Black Sabbath

A/N: This fic is for a buddy of mine who had the original idea, so shout out to Ollie. For your years of support, I give you this fic. Also right now it’s just the one part but I kind of want to do a second one? We’ll see.

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899 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

Sleepover

Fic Summary: After a late night of studying, you decide to sleep over at Eddie’s for the first time. Things take an interesting turn when you’re woken in the middle of the night by an aroused, but sleeping, Eddie. Eddie Munson Oneshots Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader (Reader is 18)

Warnings: Friends to Lovers, Language, Canon Divergent, Grinding, Masturbation (Female), Oral (Male Receiving), Unprotected Sex (no condom, reader mentions being on the pill), Creampie, Pretty Much Utter Filth

A/N: Into the trash I go. Don’t know where this came from but, oh well! Enjoy!

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My #1 post of 2022

Windswept - Part 1

Fic Summary: Still getting over his breakup with Ruth, Tom notices a familiar face has returned to Cornwall. Lonely and unable to sleep, he shows up at your trailer late one night. But as eager as you are to have him in your bed, you’re not interested in only being his distraction. (Part 2) Fics Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+

Pairing: Tom Grant/Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Established Friendship, Unrequited/Unresolved Feelings, Smut, Angst, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female and male receiving) Fluff

Fic Song: Windswept by Moonfall (It’s such a good sad song, highly recommend listening)

A/N: This one is for @delving-verilly. Hope you like it, hun! Also, I needed to give Tom some love because he is absolute boyfriend material and deserves all the good things.

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Tag Game: Ten First Lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

tagged by the lovely @birdmenmanga !!! hehehe ty

Karasuma still isn’t sure how they landed on the topic. [Post-canon, rom-com, takayama/karasuma. WIP]

For the longest time, Takayama has had nightmares. [Post-canon longform analysis/exploration fic for Takayama's psyche. WIP]

He doesn’t know when Karasuma and Takayama’s talks on the rooftop became so common, but it got to the point where every other day he found himself standing a few feet away from him. [Canon compliant, 5 times fic, takayama/karasuma. COMPLETE]

Sagisawa’s eyes are sharp. His ability allows him to notice things the others cannot pick up on as easily. [Post-canon, exploration of Takayama and Arthur's now existing dynamic. COMPLETE]

It’s on a park bench on a rainy afternoon that Karasuma finally talks about it. [Post-canon confession fic, takayama/karasuma. COMPLETE]

Tokyo was rainy and cold like usual. [AU where Takayama was captured by EDEN before he could even become a known legend, and Karasuma grows up to be an employee at the Tokyo branch of EDEN, takayama/karasuma. WIP]

Karasuma awoke in a bed of leaves. [AU exploring and expanding upon whiteouts and shared dreams, takayama & karasuma. WIP]

Irene hates her job. [College AU where Irene and Takayama work at a Coffee Shop nearby a University, Irene/Robin. WIP]

"Shit." Karasuma curses, kicking the tire of his car. [Art School AU where Takayama volunteers as a Photography model in Karasuma's class, Takayama/Karasuma. WIP]

Now, this mess could have been avoided. [Sequel to Art School AU where Kamoda and Sagisawa fake date. WIP]

idk who to tag ,,,

#as u can see i rarely finish fics #however if anyone is curious abt any of these i will gladly talk more abt them lol #(read: please ask me abt them)

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Winnie The Pooh - Blood And Honey Ideas.

Warning - descriptions of murder, mentions of killing and beloved childhood icons dying.

Right, so. For those of you who don’t know - Winnie The Pooh is now becoming a slasher movie called ‘Blood and Honey.’

Basically the plot is that Christopher Robin goes off to college and leaves Pooh and his friends for 5 years. When he returns with his fiancé it’s to find the forest is eerily empty...until the run into a axe-crazy Piglet and Pooh that is.

After that a group of five random girls turn up to rent a cabin in the woods and Pooh and Piglet pick the off one by one. As far as I can see the girls serve no purpose except to be victims.

So, I know we’re not meant to take this movie seriously. The director himself has apparently said we’re not meant to take it seriously. However my brain dissects characters, and I’m wondering...what the hell did it take to get Pooh and Piglet to the point where they’re serial killers!? So...

It’s been five years since C.R. was in the hundred acre woods, so that’s a timeframe to work with. Presumably last time he was there they didn’t look so horrific otherwise I think he’d have run out of there screaming. So it’s the fact he’s gone to college and stopped feeding them that caused them to go feral.

Except, why does he need to feed them? This is based off the original books during which the gang basically ate anything. However they live in a forest, which experiences seasons. I bet that when it got so cold the ground was frozen C.R. brought them food. I imagine he’s been doing that for many years, starting from 6, maybe?

I’m saying 6 because Wikipedia says this all happens when C.R. goes to college. In the U.K. you go to college/6th form at 16, then onto university which is what I think’s happened here. Two years at college, then three years at uni and during that point C.R. was either to far away from the woods to visit or was aware that his ‘childhood foibles’ were being more seriously looked at at possible lunacy and left them.

He’s left some food for them though, so the gang [Pooh, Piglet, Owl, Rabbit + Eeyore] don’t immediately starve, also as Christopher has gotten older they’re now used to being left for months at a time, the longest period at that point being a year.

So - five years:

End of year 1 - food run out. Gang getting worried about C.R. It’s decided they’ll try growing food. Eeyore is the main one who’s alright, as he eats plants and stuff.

End of Year 2 - growing food is a bit of a 50/50 affair. The gang are a bit less worried about C.R. now, as they’re really hungry and focused on finding food. They start to disband a bit and are no longer as close as they were.

End of Year 3 - it’s been a hard year. In the winter there was a lot of snow and the ground froze making growing food impossible. Also a lot of the plants died. At this point C.R. would usually bring them food, but he’s not there so they’re forced to huddle together for warmth near a river. [There’s no mention of them struggling for water, so I’m assuming there’s a river nearby]

[Warning. Gory mentions and cannibalism]

So they’re huddled together and I’m not sure how it happens - there’s a bit of me that doesn’t want to think it out to much - but the upshot is that Eeyore is eaten alive by the other 4. I would imagine either his tail fell off and the rest of the gang started with that or maybe Eeyore got sick and the rest of the gang decided it was a sort of ‘mercy kill.’

After that they’re horrified and erect the ‘tombstone’ we see in the trailer as a way of dealing with their grief. They mutually agree to go their separate ways so it doesn’t happen again. However Piglet and Pooh end up gravitating towards each other again because they’re friends.

End of year 4 - This is the year the murders start. Rabbit notices that some of his ‘friends and relations’ have gone missing. Concerned he watches over the last one - only to see it eaten by Owl.

Rabbit is furious, but he recognises that Owl is stronger than he is. So he comes up with a plan. He tells Pooh and Piglet that he thinks Owl is planning to kill them. Pooh tells him not to be ridiculous and heads to Owl’s Treehouse to speak to him, but Owl is in a state of high panic and assumed Pooh is coming to kill him. They fight and Owl ends up dead.

Then there were 3.

End of Year 5 - Everything's gone to hell. Pooh and Piglet are surviving by murders hikers/visitors to the woods. Rabbit, meanwhile, is driving himself mad with guilt and anxiety. I’m thinking he either gives himself a hear attack due to the stress or gives up and allows himself to be murdered by Pooh and Piglet - maybe even begging them to kill him.

Either that or he tries to be clever and trap them. Except it fails and he gets caught in his own trap. Cue him being eaten.

I imagine that may have taken place fairly recently and Pooh and Piglet decide they’re going to kill the next people who enter the woods.

Cue Christopher Robin and his fiancé.

#Winnie The Pooh 2023 #Blood and Honey #Horror Movie #Slasher Movie #This is not the Winnie The Pooh You know #Angst

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realismreading · 2 years

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Imagine the bbc ghosts watch a film or tv show that has time travel. What are their thoughts on it? Which ghosts would want to use time travel and which ones are against it as if a time traveler the past changes then the present will be different?

Ooo good question!

I think Robin wouldn’t want to purely bc he’s been around as a ghost the longest, so he’s experienced so many things and doesn’t think time travel would benefit him in any way.

Fanny would be the ultimate Butterfly Effect supporter. She’s the scientist in movies that warns time travellers that interacting with their past selves/changing events even slightly can have huge repercussions later.

Julian would 110% use time travel if he could to go back before his death and prevent it so he could at least finish having sex before he died

Mary wouldn’t want to and she’d be a little wary of it bc of ‘witchcraft’ but I think she’d be a little intrigued.

Thomas would want to go back to Isabelle, but I also think he’d use it to spend equal time with Isabelle and Alison bc he cares for them both so much

Humphrey would be the ultimate time traveller

Kitty would time travel a lot as well, I can see her and Humphrey as a doctor/companion vibe just without any romance subplots. More like bestie vibes

The Captain would go back to his era so he could perhaps relive some of his military days. But I think he’d also help Fanny find a way to bring people from the past forward as well, so the ghosts could have their loved ones with them in the future if they wanted. In my mind, this is how Cap would get a coming out arc, with Fanny noticing how much he wants to bring Havers with him and asking him about it

#hey look #an ask #thanks #The Anon Tag #bbc ghosts #your honour I love them

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likelytowritesomestuff · 1 year

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Ho postato 2.121 volte nel 2022

16 post creati (1%)

2.105 post rebloggati (99%)

Blog che ho rebloggato di più:

@novelist-becca

@not-some-background-noise

@rejectscanon

@thisgirlshouldbeworking

@that-was-anticlimactic

Ho taggato 63 dei miei post nel 2022

#one piece - 12 post

#mha - 7 post

#i mean - 6 post

#the owl house - 6 post

#my hero academia - 5 post

#arte anime - 4 post

#usopp - 4 post

#toh - 4 post

#demon slayer - 4 post

#kiribaku - 4 post

Longest Tag: 90 characters

#btw tetsukendo or as i like to call it iron fist is one of the cutest straight ship in mha

I miei post migliori nel 2022:

IF YOU ARE STILL UPSET ODA DIDN’T GIVE ENOUGH TIME TO THE POST REUNION BETWEEN USOPP AND THE CREW AFTER WATER 7...

Here some fics that can supply this lack:

LET ME TELL YOU A STORY:

basically Rufy doesn’t hold grudge and it shows especially after Usopp rejoins the crew... Rufy is a ray of sunshine and Usopp can’t believe he has a friend like him

THE STORM ENDED ALREADY (SO YOU SHOULD STOP SHAKING)

The confrontation between my favorite duo in the crew: Nami is still hurt about Usopp’s choice and she isn’t afraid to say it out loud, but she still cares for him. Both of them are very IC and the last scene is perfect

LOOK AHEAD (STAND BY ME)

Usopp’s leaving made Chopper’s abandoment issues resurfaces and there are some really great quotes in it and a great introspection of both the characters

SALVAGE

Basically Franky comforts Usopp because he thinks his apology isn’t enought and they start to bond. Also, Sanji confirms to be a great observer because he realized Usopp’s feelings after his return and they have a really cute scene together (platonic or romantic, it’s up to you)

FEAR OF THE WATER:

Franky comforts Usopp, but this is more Franky-centric, focused on his feelings after he left Water 7 and his family: he also rethinks to his life choices and sees a lot of himself in the sniper

ON TOOLS AND FRIENDS:

Robin notices Usopp is acting strange after his return and decides to talk directly to him. Great underrated duo, I love the parallels between the characters in the arc

WHAT WE OWE TO EACH OTHER

The conversation we all wanted between Zoro and Usopp after he rejoins the crew. Probably one of the few fics that made me cry because there’s a lot of emotional stuff here and it’s developed in a very realistic way

NAKAMA MEANS:

probably my favorite, because it involves everyone in the crew, even if the focus is between Zoro and Usopp’s confrontation. Everyone is so IC and it could be easily the missing chapter/episode of the Water 7 arc

13 note - Postate 26 ottobre 2022

So I was watching the Whiskey Peak episodes, when the scene where Miss Wednesday tries to hypnotize Zoro came.

It's framed as something sexy, even if Zoro doesn't care at all about the girl in front of him, but the peculiar thing about this scene is the choice to put the 'Sanji's theme' as its soundtrack...

What does that mean?

57 note - Postate 23 agosto 2022

I just realized something.

Zenitsu is basically SanUso's lovechild

60 note - Postate 29 settembre 2022

Zoro: I'm not scared of anything

Nami: you still owe me 100000 Berry

Zoro: I'm scared of one thing

64 note - Postate 7 settembre 2022

Il mio post numero 1 del 2022

I need a fanart of Kirishima, Bakugou and Kaminari dressed up as Tanjiro, Inosuke and Zenitsu for Halloween

98 note - Postate 18 aprile 2022

Guarda ora l'Analisi del tuo anno 2022 di Tumblr →

#tumblr2022 #bilancio annuale #Il mio bilancio dell'anno 2022 #Il tuo bilancio annuale #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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verymuchimmortalcat · 1 year

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I posted 4,116 times in 2022

That's 1,215 more posts than 2021!

43 posts created (1%)

4,073 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@/yuumei-art

@/blueisasome

@/nathleigh

@/akaashism

@/tolerateit

I tagged 1,972 of my posts in 2022

#dc - 654 posts

#haikyuu - 472 posts

#maribat - 260 posts

#mlb - 141 posts

#bnha - 76 posts

#atla - 67 posts

#encanto - 67 posts

#spy x family - 56 posts

#my writing - 35 posts

#pjo - 28 posts

Longest Tag: 130 characters

#but unfortunately i dont have the energy to deal with it and i just go no i havent read anything recently i dont have the time :((

My Top Posts in 2022:

Painting Over Scars and Bruises

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month Day 5: Siblings and Day 25: Older/ Little! Mari ao3 @maribat-bdbwm

Tim is being dragged to bed by a nine-year-old and he's too tired to fight against her. Marinette has wrapped him in a blanket and is currently scolding him about how sleep deprived he looks. Dick, the extremely cruel brother he is, is laughing and calling out encouragement to Marinette as he trails behind the two of them.

He's not fully sure how he ended up in this situation. He vaguely wonders if sleep deprivation leads to gaps in memory. He should get his laptop and check, when he tries to move away, Marinette holds his arm tighter and glares at him. "You're going to sleep. I'm not giving you a choice. Robin training can wait one night."

Behind him, Dick doubles over in his laughter and Tim glares at him weakly. Either Dick doesn't notice or he doesn't care, not that it affects Tim because Marinette isn't slowing down. Five minutes later he's been tucked into bed, the lights are switched off and Marinette and Dick have completely rid his room of any electronics. Marinette hugs him before she runs out his room cheerfully yelling out a good night. Dick who's finally stopped laughing, says, "Sweet dreams," before following after their younger sister.

Sighing, he closes his eyes and tries to get some sleep.

Dick opens the door only to have a container of food shoved into his arms. Before he can say anything, Tim and Marinette have walked past him and into his living room. Shutting the door, he follows them inside.

He leaves the container in the kitchen The two of them are standing in the centre of his living room. Marinette is sitting on Tim’s shoulders and telling him something while Tim listens to her attentively. Noticing him she jumps off Tim and Dick rushes to catch her. She laughs when he does and Tim shrugs, “She’s been doing this a lot lately. Alfred says, ‘nine is the age where children decide they must climb on and jump off everything.’”

Dick laughs it off. “What brings the two of you Bludhaven?”

Marinette glares at him, “Babs said you’re not taking care of yourself properly so we brought you Alfie’s cooking.”

Dick freezes. So maybe it’s been an extremely busy week but he’s coping. And it certainly does not necessitate actual children having to worry about him. Plastering on a smile he says, “I’m fine, you really don’t have to worry about me.”

Marinette bonks him on the head at the same time Tim gives him an unimpressed look, “You’re literally limping. It won’t kill you to take a break. B asked Superman to take care of anything that comes up here.”

“B knows??”

Tim frowns slightly, “He’s worried too, you know.”

Dick mutters, “He has an odd way of showing it.”

Marinette grins at him, “Alfie’s lecturing him! Now! Eat!”

He turns to Tim with a pleading look. Tim smiles at him in faux innocence, “Who was it again who encouraged Marinette when she tried to get me to sleep more?”

Dick groans but he lets his little sister drag him to the kitchen, regardless.

Jason is still shaking when he wakes up. He swears under his breath. It’s been so long since he had a nightmare. The door creaks open and when he doesn’t see anyone, he wonders if he’s still dreaming. But the door opens further and he lowers his gaze to see Marinette entering the room.

He goes towards the edge of his bed and whispers, “Hi Pixie, what are you doing up?”

She’s looking at him with worry in her big blue eyes, “Jay yelled out loud.”

“I’m sorry I woke you up.”

She climbs onto his bed, “It’s ok. I wasn’t asleep.”

Right. She hasn’t been sleeping well since the attack on the gala. Except unlike him, she barely makes a sound when she has a nightmare.

Marinette smiles at him, “We should go have cookies and milk! Dick says it helps,” she lowers her voice to a whisper, “but we have to do it without Alfie noticing.”

Jason is sure Alfred knows and simply chooses not to comment on it but he goes along with it anyway.

A few minutes later, the two of them are creeping along the hallways of the manor. Failing miserably at the actual sneaking around with how much Marinette keeps erupting into giggles. Not that Jason really minds, it’s not like they’d get in trouble.

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Dick: I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.

Marinette: *hanging upside down off her bed, glaring at her sketch book* Rot in hell, Dick.

Dick: *dramatic gasp* My baby sister swears!

Marinette: *rolls her eyes* Shut up. You’re only three years older. And we have like 20 siblings. Go call Damian a baby.

Dick: *pouts* He tried to stab me last time.

Marinette: Good. You deserve it.

Dick: No one appreciates me in this house.

Marinette: I love and appreciate you but if you don’t get out of my room this second you should know that I know where Damian keeps his knives.

110 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

Marinette: What do you think is our song?

Tim: Our song is the slamming screen door-

Marinette: ...

Tim: Sneaking out late, tapping on your window-

Marinette: Are you just quoting song lyrics?

Tim: *now singing* When you're on the phone and you talk real slow~

Marinette: Why do I love you?

128 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

Consequences

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month Day 3: Meeting the JL and Day 6: The JL Babysitting ao3 @maribat-bdbwm

When Marinette offered to be the one to try if the space power ups she’d made for the kwamis worked she’d never really expected this. She’d just been floating around in space, making sure her suit was fully functional in peace except she’s definitely been cursed at birth to never have a peaceful life and the watchtower was close enough that they’d spotted her and sent Martian Manhunter to bring her back to the watch tower.

They’re currently waiting at one of the entrances. She doesn’t know why and the superhero beside her hasn’t been particularly forthcoming with information. A few minutes later a few heroes appear at the end of the hallway. She relaxes in relief when she spots Red Robin’s god-awful costume. Tim can just explain things and she can go back to the bakery and sleep for the rest of the day.

Tim does not do that.

Apparently, he’s still mad at her for dumping a large amount of glitter in his room. In her defence, she had been bored and the glitter was biodegradable. Not that it was any less annoying.

She glares at Tim as Aquaman and Green Arrow have a hushed discussion with Red Robin's occasional extremely unwanted input. In the end, she’s taken to a meeting room and what feels like most of the Justice League is gathered there.

This is not how she imagined her first meeting with the JL would go.

As she explains the Paris situation to the heroes, Marinette considers the pros and cons of fratricide. Currently, there are more pros and every dumb question directed at her is not doing Tim a favour.

No, she is not the only Parisian hero. Yes, she has a partner. Yes, she’s had prior training. No, she doesn’t have a mentor (which is technically true, it’s not like she can say, “Actually, I’m Batman’s daughter.”) Yes, they’re handling it. No, the JL doesn’t need to intervene and so on and so forth until Marinette is one step away from yelling at all of them.

As they continue to bombard her with questions Marinette wonders how Timothy Jackson Drake, he died as he lived: being a fucking idiot would look on a headstone.

And then Flash asks, “Wait how old are you? You don’t look old enough to be one of two heroes responsible for a whole city. You don’t even have any other support!”

Tim snorts but he hides it with a cough. Marinette would like to exchange her brother for a pet, maybe a dog. Damian would agree with her.

She breathes in deeply, trying to calm down before she replies. Not that she gets the chance to. The rest of the members start to speak over one another and she gives up. Maybe she’ll sneak out once she’s sure they definitely won’t notice assuming Tim doesn’t tell on her, of course.

As the justice league continues to fuss around her, she works out her escape plan. Next time she should let Adrien be the one to test the power ups. He probably wouldn’t mind this.

She hears Green Arrow say, “We should probably call her parents, right?”

“Do you really think she’d tell us how to contact her parents?” Green Lantern shoots back. Tim is no longer trying to hide his amusement but no one notices, too busy trying to figure out what to do with her to question Red Robin’s odd behaviour. Asshole. She’s dumping more glitter in his room the next time she visits.

“We can just ask Bats to look into it.”

“Ask me to look into what?” The whole room quietens at the sight of Batman and Superman.

Marinette grins. Finally! She can leave. She stands, smiling, “the Justice League is apparently interested in babysitting random teenagers they find in space.” Her dad stares at her for a moment before sighing.

The whole Justice League is staring at the scene before them in confusion. Except for Tim and Uncle Clark. The two of them are trying very hard not to laugh.

“Ladybug, you’re too old to require a babysitter.” Marinette has never heard her father sound so done with their shenanigans that she grins, behind her Tim is openly laughing.

She struggles to answer in a way that doesn’t give up her identity. Fuck it. It’s not like the league isn’t trustworthy when it comes to secret identities and nor do they live in Paris.

“I’m aware but your lovely co-workers are treating me like a baby and my asshole of a brother isn’t helping the situation at all.”

“I’m not sorry,” Tim says unabashedly and Marinette knows even without looking at him that he’s smirking.

Turning, she glares at him, “Nor am I. I hope the glitter never gets out of your clothes. And if somehow it does, I’ll add more.”

He narrows his eyes at her. “You wouldn’t dare. Alfred would be so mad.”

“I’ll enchant the glitter to stick to you and only you.”

“You can’t actually do that.”

She frowns, “You don’t know that.” Tim does in fact know that. She spent an hour complaining to him about how hard magic was just last week but she’d rather die than lose an argument with her siblings.

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My #1 post of 2022

Tim: Are you joining me for dinner?

Marinette: No. I don't like you. I barely tolerate you.

Tim: Then why do you keep coming back?

Marinette: Revenge.

Tim: I still don't know what I did wrong.

Marinette: And you will die oblivious to it.

Tim: Isn't that a bit dramatic?

Marinette: Excuse you. I can be as dramatic and ridiculous as I want outside of work hours.

Tim: *frowning* We're still at the office.