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sidekick-hero · 3 months

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Written for the @steddielovemonth prompt: Love is being willing to wait for them.

Eddie was six years old when he first met Steve, not that he would remember it until much, much later.

The boy Eddie met that day was sweet and a little shy, perhaps because he was so small for his age. He was a year younger than Eddie, only five, which was forever in Eddie's eyes. He felt responsible for the little boy somehow, so he walked up to him on the deserted playground to make sure he was okay.

"'Ello!" Eddie exclaimed, holding out his hand for Steve to shake, like he'd seen his daddy do all the time when they were in town. His dad called it part of the Munson charm, whatever that was, and Eddie wanted to be as cool as his dad. "I'm Eddie, who are you?"

The boy looked up at Eddie with big eyes and made no move to take Eddie's hand, so Eddie reached out and took the boy's hand in his own and shook it wildly.

"See, that's how you do it. And then you say your name. Let's try it again!" Eddie decided, still pumping the boy's hand. "I'm Eddie."

"Steve," the boy said with a slight lisp, and Eddie thought maybe he hadn't said his name earlier because he was afraid Eddie would make fun of him for it. The other kids made fun of him a lot, for a lot of reasons that Eddie didn't really understand. All he knew was that he didn't like it; it made him sad. Especially since none of the other kids would play with him, so he had to go on his adventures all alone, fighting the big dragon without a trusted knight at his side.

Perhaps Steve could be his knight.

"Will you help me slay the big dragon, Steve?" Eddie asked, suddenly excited at the prospect of finally having someone to play with. "He stole all our gold, so we have to slay him!"

He was still holding Steve's hand, but he dropped it as he began to imitate how they would fight the beast with their swords. "I'm a mage because my mom says every fairy tale needs a good fairy or a mage to help the hero defeat the villain. And you can be that hero, Steve! I'll help you with my magic," Eddie promised, his whole face breaking into a wide grin.

Steve giggled, but Eddie thought it wasn't like the other kids laughing at him. It sounded nice, like Steve was enjoying Eddie's antics. "What do you think, Sir Steve?"

Between bursts of pearly laughter, Steve eagerly agreed, but then paused to ask Eddie in a suddenly serious tone, "But why don't you wanna be the hero?"

"I'm no hero, Stevie! I'm a mage, didn't you hear me? I can do magic to help the hero, because only together can we defeat the beast." Eddie explained in an equally serious tone, because killing dragons was serious business.

"Okay," Steve agreed. "How do we fight a dragon? I never fought a dragon before."

Eddie explained his plans to Steve, and together they ran and climbed around the playground in search of the dragon. It was the most fun Eddie had had in a long time. Steve was the best hero ever; he listened to Eddie's ideas and had some surprisingly fun ones of his own. They forgot everything around them, caught up in a world of make-believe, until a woman's voice startled them out of their play.

"Steve! Steven, where are you? If your parents come home and you're not there, they'll fire me," the woman grumbled before shouting again. "Steve!"

Eddie looked at Steve questioningly as the voice came closer.

"That's Lucy, she's looking after me 'cause my parents don't have time," Steve explained in a low voice. "I have to go." He looked very sad when he said that and Eddie already missed his bright smile.

"That's okay, Stevie, we can kill the dragon tomorrow!"

That made Steve perk up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah! I'll wait for you here tomorrow!"

"Thanks, Eddie!" Steve exclaimed, throwing his arms around Eddie in a tight hug before running off to find the woman.

The next day, Eddie was back at the playground as soon as he could get away from their house, telling his mama that he had finally made a friend and now they had to kill the dragon. "He's my hero, Mom, and I'm his mage, just like in the fairy tales!" He told her, and she hugged him tightly before making him and Steve two sandwiches, because "slaying dragons is hard work and makes you hungry'.

Steve wasn't there when Eddie arrived at the playground, so Eddie sat down on the swings and waited for his new friend.

He waited until the first signs of dawn reached the playground, and he had to eat both sandwiches because he was hungry, and drink all the water his mama had packed.

Eddie only left when it got dark, and he knew his mama would be worried. But he was back the next day, and the next. Every day for weeks, Eddie waited for Steve on the swing, always wondering why his new friend didn't want to play with him anymore.

Eddie never made a connection between his Stevie and King Steve. How could he, when King Steve was all aloof and arrogant, looking down on people like Eddie and walking the halls of Hawkins High with that haughty grin on his face. The boy wasn't his hero, and Eddie wouldn't dream of using his magic to help him.

Funnily enough, the first time Steve's sight sparked any kind of recognition in Eddie was when Eddie pinned him against a boathouse wall with a bottle against his neck. Stripped of his usual confidence by surprise and fear, Steve looked somehow... small. He sounded even smaller as he tried to reassure Eddie that he meant no harm, and the sound of his voice made something tingle at the back of Eddie's mind.

Steve was different than Eddie had expected, to say the least.

At times, he was snarky and bitchy. But not in the mean way he had been in high school. He was all bark and no bite. And he was good to Eddie's sheep, to all the kids, really. Like a big brother, a protector. A knight in shining armor who stood between them and danger.

And not just for the kids, for everyone.

Steve jumped into a dark, deep lake not knowing what awaited him; fought demonic bats with bare hands and teeth, losing more flesh than seemed healthy.

Steve was a hero, and later Eddie berated himself for not realizing it sooner, but hindsight is 20/20, and he only understood that Steve Harrington was indeed his Stevie when it was too late to do anything about it.

Eddie was almost sure when they stole the RV together, because the way Steve grinned at him just before they switched positions and Steve sped out of the trailer park reminded him so much of the sweet boy he once knew.

The boy he never really stopped waiting for.

When Steve asked Dustin and Eddie not to be cute, not to be heroes, he decided to test his theory.

"We're not heroes," he told Steve, and when Dustin said “you can be the hero, Steve” Eddie was watching his face for any sign of recognition. He could have sworn he saw a flicker of it in Steve's eyes. That was the moment he almost, almost asked outright.

Eddie even called out to him, the words on his tongue, "Why didn't you come back? I was waiting for you.' But in the end he decided against it. What use was there? They had bigger problems to deal with right now. He would ask Steve later, when it was all over. He would tell him that he had been waiting for him all this time and that he was glad that Steve had come back to him.

They would talk later.

Only later wouldn't come, Eddie realized as he tasted his own blood in his mouth and stared into Dustin's frightened, tearful eyes.

And then Steve was there, holding his hand, begging him, pleading with him to stay, not to die. Eddie couldn't promise him that, but he had promised him something else, and he wanted Steve to know that he had never broken that promise.

"I waited for you, Stevie. Every..." Eddie coughed wetly, more blood flooding his mouth, and he suppressed the grimace to keep smiling at Steve. "Every day. I knew you'd come back. Worth... the wait," Eddie whispered, his voice fading. Eddie was fading fast.

In the distance he heard Steve's voice begging him to stay, he needed his mage by his side, and the last thing he thought was that he was sorry he had to leave before he could see Steve slay their dragon, but he hoped his magic had helped enough.

The next time Eddie was able to think and feel, it was like waking up from the worst hangover ever. Everything hurt, even his hair.

Slowly opening his eyes to a thankfully dimly lit room, he winced at the sharp pain in his head. It made moving his head even more torturous, but Eddie had to know where he was. Looking around as much as he could, he realized several things.

He was in a hospital bed with monitors beeping softly beside him.

It was night, with only a small bedside lamp providing some light.

Steve Harrington was asleep next to him, his arms crossed on Eddie's bed and his head resting on them.

Eddie must have made some sort of noise at the sight, because at that moment Steve jumped to his feet, ready to fight or flight.

Then he looked at Eddie and a myriad of expressions played across his face. Most of them passed too quickly for Eddie to decipher, but he's sure he saw surprise and joy. Wonder, definitely, but maybe fear, too, though Eddie had no idea why Steve would be afraid of him.

"Steve," Eddie croaked, his throat like sandpaper. The sound of his name was enough to jolt Steve into action and he hurried over to Eddie's bedside table. Seconds later, a straw was held to his mouth and blessedly cool water filled his mouth and ran down his throat.

"Thank you," he told Steve when the cup was empty and he felt more like a human being again. A badly mangled human being, but he took what he could get. "What happened? Is everyone..."

"Vecna is dead. Everyone made it out alive." Eddie let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "That's all you need to know for now. I'll tell you the rest tomorrow, okay? You should get some more rest. You... we almost lost you."

Steve looked shattered as he said this and Eddie finally noticed the dark bags under his eyes. Steve's hair worried him even more. It looked greasy and unkempt, worse than it had even looked in the Upside Down.

Eddie was afraid to ask, but he had to know. "How long..."

"Twenty days. They couldn't tell us when you'd wake up. If you'd wake up." His voice broke at the words, and Eddie tried to lift his hand to soothe and comfort, but it weighed a million pounds.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long, Stevie," he said instead, hoping to ease Steve's pain with his words instead. But all it did was make Steve collapse, the bed the only thing breaking his fall. He was the one who reached for Eddie's hand then and held on to it like a lifeline.

"I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm the one who kept you waiting for years. I never went back to that playground. My babysitter didn't want to take me anymore because I ran away, and she almost lost her job. And then it had been years before I was old enough to go by myself and I couldn't... the thought of going there and you not being there was too much. And why should you be? Nobody would wait that long."

The "not for me" rang out between them and Eddie gathered all his strength to pull Steve's hand to his mouth. As he planted a kiss on the soft skin of the back of his hand, Eddie said in a low voice, "I did ... I waited all this time for you. This playground became my hound, once a day I would stop by, just in case. I always hoped you would come back."

Now it was Steve's turn to take Eddie's hand in his and place it gently on his cheek, planting a soft kiss on Eddie's palm.

Caressing Steve's lips with his thumb, Eddie smiled at the sweet boy he had waited a lifetime for. His hero.

"We did it, Stevie. We slayed the dragon!"

Steve's pearly laugh echoed through the room, silenced only by Eddie's lips as he leaned down to capture them in a fairy-tale kiss.

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saramelaniemoon · 1 year

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♡ previous ♡ ♡ next ♡

Eddie has always been the agreedable one in his previous relationships.

This afternoon you showed up in the trailer with the cake like every Saturday. The day before, Eddie had been wondering what you were going to bake this time. Maybe a chocolate chip brownie or cheesecake or those little cinnamon cookies? All your pastries were delicious. However, when you took the cake out of the container, he froze.

Carrot cake. A cake made of carrots. The worst vegetable the world has ever seen. If it were human, it would be Jason Carver. Eddie was sure that the carrot was responsible for at least half of the evil in this world. Once, in his dream, it chased him with a roll of newspaper, beating him like a bug.

He knew it was a good boyfriend test day. You tried very hard baking that cake, mentioning that Eddie wasn't getting enough vitamins, which was obviously not true because he was getting all the vitamins he needed from the tomato sauce on the pizza. However, telling you about his distaste for this devil vegetable would make you sad, so he bravely decided to eat this carrot-tainted cake. Hardening a smile to his face, he ate mouthful after mouthful, praising your baking. Your smile only widened. In his imagination, Eddie was like a knight with a sword protecting you from all the sorrows of the world. He was going to eat even another piece for you. Well, maybe next time. After eating a large portion, he thanked you and you both went to his room to watch the horror movie Steve had recommended for you.

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He never complained about anything and agreed to everything, which is why he didn't understand how your first quarrel happened. It all started when you came back from the kitchen with two cans of soda.

- Eddie bear, why was Wayne surprised you ate the carrot cake I made?

- I don't know what the old man meant sweetheart.

- He said you blame carrots for all the evil in this world.

- It's a dramatic exaggeration.

- And that's why it sounds like something you said. Babe, why didn't you just tell me you don't like it?

- I don't understand why you're mad. I didn't mean to upset you.

- Eddie, you don't have to pretend that everything suits you. I won't be mad that you don't like something I made. I'll be mad that you're forcing yourself to eat it because of me. Promise me you won't make me happy at your expense ever again.

- I cannot promise you that darling. I'd even eat peas for you. And peas are not vegetables but plants from hell.

- Eddie...

- Okay, I promise if I don't like something, I won't force myself to eat it. But what about the rest of the cake?

- Don't worry, I saw Wayne took care of that.

- Not surprised. This man would eat anything after his shift.

- Hey! It wasn't that bad! But you'll be okay with beetroot cake, right? - you tested him.

- Sweetheart, we need to discuss your making vegetable cakes problem - Eddie said starting to tickle you.

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The next week, you surprised him with a giant carrot-shaped brownie that didn't have any veggies in it. Better to eat such vegetables than none at all.

♡ next ♡

*traumatized Eddie boy after waking up from being chased by carrot*

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daryldamnson · 1 year

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Caught Up In You

summary: jason manages to corner you at a party. you’re saved by a knight in shining leather jacket who does very well at playing boyfriend. maybe too well. fem!reader

quote from the vampire diaries: "you seem nervous" / "i'm not nervous, i just don't like you"

word count: 2k

title from caught up in you by 38 special

It was a rookie move - separating from the pack.

It’s gross to think of yourself as prey that needs to stick together, but when the basketball team insists on acting like predators - stalking around the room for some poor, unsuspecting girl to push their affections on - then it was all too easy to recognise yourself as prey.

Especially when one of them has you cornered in the empty back room.

“You look exceptionally pretty tonight.”

It’s a compliment, but something about its delivery gives you the ick. Maybe it’s because you know he’s only saying it as a means to an end, maybe it’s because you know he probably would’ve used the exact same line on any other girl were she in your place.

Maybe it’s just because Jason himself gives you the ick.

“Thanks, Jason,” you say, boredom practically dripping from your tone. You’re too polite to not thank him, but rude enough to make it clear you don’t want to talk to him.

He doesn’t take the hint. Somehow, you’d thought he wouldn’t.

“Noticed you’ve been hanging around Harrington a lot lately,” he starts, clearly expecting you to speak up and continue the conversation.

You’re sorely tempted to snap back so? or why the fuck do you care? but you stop yourself in time. You won’t give him the satisfaction of an answer.

The silence stretches about three beats too long past comfortable but you power through, picking up various bottles as if in indecision just to avoid looking at him. He clears his throat awkwardly before stepping even closer and almost leaning into you.

Neither of you notice the quiet creak of a door or the figure making its way into the room.

This close you can smell his expensive cologne - it’s nice, in the way most expensive things are, but to you all it stinks of is desperation.

You want to tell him that but before you can he places a hand over yours on the bottle of soda you’re feigning an interest in and speaks, smarm oozing from every word.

“You seem nervous.”

Your hand slips out from under his as you finally turn to look at him over your shoulder, all polite pretence thrown out at his presumptuous touch.

“I’m not nervous, I just don’t like you.”

Jason lets out a choked sound of shock and, feeling a little like you’re living in surround sound you hear a choke behind you as well. It’s Eddie Munson, frozen in position at the back door, glee lighting up his chocolate-brown eyes when they lock yours in a gaze.

He’s clearly attempting to temper the smile stretching at his lips but all that does is highlight the lines of his dimples. Your eyes remain locked with his for what was probably a moment too long before you twist back to see Jason’s face speckled with embarrassed red splotches.

He’s glaring straight over your shoulder at Eddie and you take his momentary distraction to slip a few steps backwards.

Away from Jason; towards Eddie.

Two sets of eyes flick to you and track the movement. It’s eerie how different two gazes can be in a mirror image. One humiliated and angry, the other amused and kind.

You know which one you prefer.

Especially when Jason spits out a venomous “What the fuck are you doing here, Munson? I know you weren’t invited. You never are.”

There’s a look that crosses Eddie’s face - something hard but so softly sad at the same time - for barely even half a second before he’s shooting Jason a grin so clearly intended to wind him up. You’d almost think you’d imagined it if you hadn’t been staring so intently.

He’s pretty in a way you’d never really taken the time to notice before.

Huh.

“Well, actually, Carver, I was just—”

“Looking for me,” you cut him off in what has to be an act of madness. You send Eddie a slightly pleading look as you continue, “right? Babe?”

The term of endearment comes just a moment too late to be believable but Jason’s too in shock to notice.

So is Eddie, based on the wide-eyed look he shoots at you before he schools his expression.

You don’t know this, but he’s a sucker for the puppy-dog eyes - especially when they’re coming from a pretty girl (or Steve Harrington, apparently, but that’s a different story) - so he’s immediately on board, stepping forward to slip one hand onto your shoulder.

There’s a moment where he panics. He’d gone for the most neutral touch he could think of, and you’d certainly wanted him to play along, but maybe he’s overstepped anyway? It’s a very strange and new situation to be in - the role of boyfriend, real or not - he’s not entirely sure how to play it up as realistic without knowing your boundaries in this situation.

Then you bring up a hand to tangle with his, resting them against your collarbone, and he’s filled with relief even as his heart ratchets up its pace at the contact.

You’ve never really interacted but he’s not going to pretend he hasn’t noticed you before. He might be The Freak but he’s also a man - one who can admit to himself that pretty girls twist up his insides in an uncomfortable yet somehow pleasant way.

And good god are you a pretty girl.

“This has to be a joke.” Jason sounds torn between disbelieving and disgusted. His expression tells a similar story.

Jason’s response isn’t that shocking to Eddie, having been on the receiving end of his and his friends’ scorn for more than a few years now, but you seem genuinely angry when you hurl back your rebuttal.

“Y’know, I think I heard that one: jock asshole can’t tell when he’s clearly not wanted.”

You glare over at Jason before turning away from him once more to face Eddie. Your hands are still tangled as you gently place your other palm against his chest and he tries to calm his swirling thoughts.

“Pretty sure I did too,” he murmurs, not even sparing Jason a glance.

“Yeah, right.” Malice practically drips from the words as Jason continues, apparently ignoring both the subtle and blatant dismissals. “We all know Munson couldn’t get a girl like you without kidnapping her. Or even a girl at all, right, Freak?”

Odd choice of words from the guy cornering girls in the back room, prick.

“Hey,” you murmur, quietly enough that he knows it’s just for him.

Eddie refocuses on you. He finds your gaze darts between his eyes in question and, not really sure what you’re asking but certain he’d do almost anything for you right now, he nods gently in assent.

Almost immediately your hand starts to trail upwards, brushing over his collarbone to his throat in a way that sends a shiver up his spine. It’s not until your hand lands at its destination, cupping his jaw gently, as your gaze dips to his lips, that he realises what he’d agreed to.

Oh.

Nervously excited, Eddie’s breath hitches as you lean close to him, eyelashes brushing your cheeks as they flutter closed. Eddie leaves his open for as long as possible, desperate to store this memory away in the most detail he can, but instinct takes over and they close right as your lips ghost over his.

The gentle pressure is there one moment and gone the next. Eddie doesn’t have time to mourn the loss as you press back almost immediately, lips moulding against his for a moment longer this time before retreating again.

Driven entirely by impulse, Eddie chases after you, lips following yours as his free hand comes up to cradle the back of your head. He’s not pulling you back towards him, but the press of his hand encourages you not to pull back any further as his lips meet yours once more.

Both of you now oblivious to Jason’s cursing as he storms out of the room, you press closer to him, your still clasped hands pressed between your chests as you do.

Your tongues meet and he tastes almost overwhelmingly of cigarettes. It’s not something you’d normally appreciate but something about Eddie has you chasing the flavour with vigour, unwilling to pull back even to breathe as you slip your hand from his jaw to grasp at his waist under his jacket.

Eddie appears to be just as entranced based on the way he’s pressing back into you, mouth open and eagerly following your lead.

A barely-there noise escapes him and is immediately muted in your mouth when your fingers grasp at his waist just a little tighter. He’s clearly receptive to this attention as his own hand slips to the nape of your neck and presses - just enough pressure to pull you towards him. As if there was any room left.

Eventually, the need to take a breath deeper than a quick gasp overcomes you both and the kiss slows to a halt, mouths parting slowly, reluctantly, and eyes fluttering open to meet in a gaze.

You’re both panting gently, still wrapped up in each others’ personal space as the sounds of the next room seep back into your consciousnesses. Loud laughter, louder music - the house party essentials.

There’s a thump against the door and you both practically leap apart, twin gazes set on the doorway where no figure appears. Not someone coming in, then, just an unruly dancer.

The awkwardness sets in all at once.

Apparently years of being barely acquaintances doesn’t lend itself to post-kiss congeniality.

“So–” you begin, speaking directly over his “Do you–”

“Oh, sorry,” you both stumble, hurriedly apologising over each other.

There’s a moment of silence where neither of you seem to be able to bring yourselves to look the other in the eye.�� It’s uncomfortable. Almost as uncomfortable as your purposefully engineered silence with Jason earlier.

Why was it easier with my tongue in his mouth?

The thought makes your eyes flicker over to him, more specifically to his lips, flushed and pink and still a little wet as they are.

“Um, thanks,” you start, clearly surprising him based on his wide-eyed expression. “For, y’know… With Jason.”

You’re starting to think maybe the reason it was easier earlier was because your tongue was too busy trying to lick the taste out of his mouth to spew out awkward sentences like that.

“Yeah, I… I mean, of course, he’s - Jason’s a dick, I…” He trails off, cheeks flushing as he bounces between looking at you and somewhere vaguely over your shoulder. “Of course.”

“He is a dick.”

You aren’t sure if it’s the statement or the conviction behind it but something about it makes him smile. The overall effect of his pink cheeks, abused lips, and awkwardly adorable smile is very charming and a warm affection blooms somewhere in your chest as you smile back at him.

The uncomfortable air isn’t completely gone, but the tension is cracked at least.

Interruption finally comes in the form of three giggling, drunk girls as they stumble into the room. They each spare you one odd glance before deciding that the refilling of their cups is more important.

Their chatter fills the room and Eddie does this odd little swing of his torso, left, then right, like he has too much energy and isn’t sure what else to do with it. It’s kind of endearing.

You’re gearing up to speak but Eddie beats you to the punch.

“So, uh, you wanna head back to the party?”

He gestures over to the door as the three girls walk back through it, greeted by shouts of excitement. His nervousness is evident on his face as he’s clearly offering to go back with you.

You have a better idea.

“Y’know what? I think I’d rather go home.” Eddie’s expression falls, shoulders dropping ever so slightly.

“Yeah, sure, I–”

“Drive me?” You request, rather presumptuously, if you think about it, but the grin that lights up his entire face reassures you even as it turns your insides to goo.

“Yeah,” he breathes, nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah, absolutely.”

requests are open but no promises i just go where the inspo takes me

huge thanks to @gathered-moss for being my cheerleader and pointing out my insane pov switches

#don't ask me when this is supposed to be set bc somehow reader is steve's friend but doesn't know eddie who is also steve's friend #i don't know okay #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcanons #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson oneshot

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sushywritez · 1 year

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In Your Dreams | Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary: You seem to be unable to keep your boyfriend out of your subconscious. Leading to some wild dreams in which you keep written in a journal.

This is loosely based on an idea I had for my own dreams. On occasion I had several dreams featuring my significant other and found it odd but interesting. So, why not use it to create something fun and lighthearted.

Enjoy!

The forest floor was surprisingly damp beneath your feet, droplets of dew dripped from the leaves. Rays of sunshine poked theigh the treetops and warmed your skin. In the distance a rumble of steps could be heard. You take shelter in the bushes and vines, because much like most creatures you were a sacred part of its being.

Being a fae the responsibility of caring for and communicating with was imperative. Maintaining the balance between humans and the mythical was a task unlike any other.

Humans were greedy, power hungry, and unforgiving. Of course, that's only what is told. Now seeing them up close is life-changing.

"Shall we take shelter here, my liege?" One of the men, all seemingly gathered along in a lone, had spoken up. The supposed leader, the black mare in front, hopped off his ride, grunting as his boots hit the ground.

"I should say so." He nods. Dressed from head to toe in armor, minus the leather boots. His long dark curls cascaded down from his head flowing with the wind. From your hiding spot you make out more than just his form. "This clearing makes for a good camp, perhaps we may continue in the morning?" He had these soft brown eyes and expertly crafted face, he was the prettiest human you'd ever seen. Not that you had seen much of them in the forest, they saw it as dark and mysterious.

Over time you had learned both his name and title. Sir Eddie, one of the bravest knights to come out of Saint Hawkins. He's led countless of his men towards victory against the much darker forces outside the castle. The outskirts of the forest even your kind dare not venture into. Eddie had been sent out on scouting missions before, but this was the first time you noticed he was alone.

Eddie quickly snapped the small book shut and took a deep breath. "Holy shit.." He sighs, chest puffing out and shoulders slumping. He looks over at your sleeping form, the way your lips twitch up into a smile and the soft breaths as your whisked away into your dream land. He hadn't meant to discover your 'Dream Journal', it was by complete mistake, stumbling upon it when going through the drawers looking for a pair of sweatpants when he found it.

To say it was flattering was one thing. To him he felt honored, that your mind would still think about him while asleep, not many nights he was able to dream such vivid things less remember them. He tucks the book back underneath the folded clothes and shuts the drawer. He'll just have to keep checking up on you and your dreams.

The very next morning you awake to an empty bed. Eddie had already gone for work, it was often early he'd be called in and it was truly sad.

Yet he always made time for you in and out each day. Today was nothing new, as you threw back the blankets and turned to climb out of bed you noticed a card on the nightstand. Smiling forming as you reach out to grab the card and open it.

Good Morning, Angel

I saw how peaceful you looked sleeping so I couldn't be bothered to wake you up and say bye. So I wrote this note instead. I hope you slept well and had sweet dreams, I made you some pancakes before I left they just need to be heated up. Thanks for looking out for me as always, Angel.

I love you

Eddie Munson.

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Traditions

hi :) would it be okay to request a fic where its eddie and readers first christmas together? and reader loves spending it with eddie and wayne because they have their own traditions and make the holidays special whereas readers family isnt big into the holidays and dont make it a big deal (you can make it angsty or not doesnt matter) love your eddies fics sm!

Request by anon.

Warnings? None

Likes or reblogs are always appreciated 💞 I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

💞💞

Christmas was well on its way and she was spending Christmas with Eddie, their first Christmas together.

While she loved the holidays her family wasn't into it at all while Eddie and his uncle Wayne had their own special traditions that she thought was so lovely.

For the first time, they were letting someone else (her) into those traditions and she was so excited and very grateful to them.

Literally, the minute Eddie saw her sad face while she told him and Wayne her family didn't celebrate Christmas that much, they both looked stunned and immediately invited her to join them.

Truly she hadn't expected it and had already set about making sugar cookies, gingerbread men, and Christmas cupcakes which were met very enthusiastically by both the Munson men.

Now that it was Christmas eve night and Wayne had made her and Eddie the most delicious hot chocolate.

Whipped cream, cinnamon sugar, and marshmallows on top of the most decadent chocolate. She was even gifted her own mug a Garfield one to match Eddie's.

Stockings were hung, candles were lit and fairy lights twinkled all aglow. Everything was so perfect and to make it even better Miracle on 34th Street was on tv.

"Son, you wanna turn the tv off and join your uncle while you play something on your guitar, we do this every year honey, ever since Eddie could play"

Delighted she cuddles up on the couch and listens as Eddie begins to play rocking around the Christmas tree.

The sight of him in his element playing while his uncle brings out some more hot chocolate is wonderful, it fills her with such a warm feeling.

Eddie keeps catching her eye, his brown eyes fill with love as she listens to him enthralled.

When he's finished she gives him the biggest kiss and he pulls her onto his knee kissing her until they are both laughing with unbridled joy.

For supper, the treats she brought over are consumed along with the special mulled wine that Wayne explains Eddie helps him make and they have been doing it for the last few years.

Wayne regales her with tales from when Eddie was growing up.

"Eddie used to wait up every year on Christmas eve, thought it was darn cute of the boy that he was waiting to see Santa... Well that's what I thought" Wayne chuckles and she looks to Eddie for an explanation.

"I waited up for Krampus. The douchebag never showed up sweetheart" this makes her grin because of course Eddie would do that.

As night begins to fall flurries of snow outside distract Eddie who grows excited.

"Eddie we will have snow for Christmas day" she beams as they watch it fall and sip on the mulled wine.

Around eleven they head to bed and once they know Wayne is fast asleep Eddie kisses her and they begin to make love long into the night.

Before they go to sleep and as she curls up into Eddie, he turns to her and asks if she wants to make a tradition of their own.

She's so sleepy but nods eagerly.

"Like what?" he grins and begins to stroke her hair softly.

"How about I tell you a Christmas story sweetheart?" she peers up at him.

"D&D?" his gaze fills with nostalgia.

"You know my mom, what I can remember of her any way she told me stories all the time. Think that's where I get my love of storytelling from."

She kisses his cheek.

"You're the best storyteller I know Eddie" a proud grin caresses his features and he begins to weave a tale of magic, wonder, a noble knight, and a beautiful princess who come together to rescue Santa Claus from corrupt elves and trolls.

It's incredible and she listens as Eddie does all the voices perfectly and the tale is captivating.

Eventually, Eddie begins to tire and he finishes the story with a happy ending he pulls her into his arms and cuddles her close.

Little did they know that little tradition would be the first of many for them 💞

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things eddie munson

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˚:✧ 𝐖𝐈𝐏 !

a/n: titles will be changed/added. Let me know if you want to be tagged in either one of these!

note: crossed out means posted.

✿ Stranger Things !

☁❜ ─ Eddie Munson

This Request

╰─▸ ❝Hey! I wanted to ask if you could do an Eddie fic? Angst to fluff kinda? (Eddiexfem!reader) Baisically your new and want to befriend eddie and ask to sit with him but he sees cheerleaders talking to you and think your pulling a prank on him when they had actually asked if you wanted to join the team? Eddie being mean, reader ends up crying and hes confused until smth happenes (you can make it up) and he finds out shes telling the truth, he finds her the same day or next all sad and comforts her

This Request

☁❜ ─ Steve Harrington

╰─▸ ❝Maybe going on a little fall date with Eddie. For example, trying a pumpkin latte with Eddie.

Eddie making you squirt.

╰─▸ ❝The title should say it all.

Steddie x innocent reader

╰─▸ ❝Concept about Steve and Eddie with an innocent reader.

This Request

╰─▸ ❝can you write some steve harrington fluff where his distracts him when she shows up at family video in his old basketball sweatshirt as she has a girls day with max and el?

This Request

╰─▸ ❝Can you do headcanons of cheering up an insecure Steve Harrington?

This Request

☁❜ ─ Robin Buckley

╰─▸ ❝Smut requests? Can you do love filled desperate makeup sex w/ Stevie Harrington x fem reader?

Steve x Cry baby reader.

╰─▸ ❝A small concept about Steve with cry baby reader.

Steddie x innocent reader.

╰─▸ ❝Concept about Steve and Eddie with an innocent reader.

This Request

╰─▸ ❝hello lovey, could you write something where a younger fem reader saw some graffiti on the bathroom stalls which is basically calling her homophobic stuff (because duh 80s) and robin helps her when she sees it!

This Request

╰─▸ ❝hi! how about robin x reader meeting at a party (nsfw if you’re comfy). ty !!!

✿ Outer Banks !

This Request

╰─▸ ❝Good evening! Can you write a JJ Maybank x reader where they both like each other but are afraid to tell and one day reader accidentally sents JJ a text about how she likes him that was meant to be for sarah or kie instead?

This Request

╰─▸ ❝Giving jj a blowjob while he is one the phone with someone

✿ Harry Potter !

☁❜ ─ Sirius Black

Silly boy

╰─▸ ❝A small blurb of what it'd be like when Sirius's dog side comes out around you.

☁❜ ─ Regulus Black

"The One Where Everybody Finds Out"

╰─▸ ❝A blurb about all the marauders slowly finding out about you and Regulus secretly dating.

This Request

╰─▸ ❝A regulus black x reader with a praise kink and make receiving oral pls bye Ty

This request

╰─▸ ❝May I suggest Regulus Black as a mean Dom during but soft Dom after.

☁❜ ─ Theo Nott

Theo Nott smut

╰─▸ ❝wip

✿ The summer I turned pretty !

☁❜ ─ Conrad Fisher

You belong with me

╰─▸ ❝Based of you belong with me by Taylor Swift

☁❜ ─ Jeremiah Fisher

Cruel Summer

╰─▸ ❝Based of cruel summer by Taylor Swift

✿ Marvel !

☁❜ ─ Natasha Romanoff

Natasha finding your nipple piercings.

╰─▸ ❝Will have smut in it. The title explains it all.

☁❜ ─ Moon knight

This Request

╰─▸ ❝Hii! Can I request smut with Steven Grant? Where reader has been teasing him all day wearing "inappropiate" clothing while doing chores, working from home, etc. And how Steven would react

This Request

╰─▸ ❝Cockwarming headcanons for steven grant pleaseeeee

☁❜ ─ Peter Parker

This Request

╰─▸ ❝Hey I saw your post about requests! so maybe a sub!Peter Parker you can do what you want with that

✿ The Sandman !

This Request

╰─▸ ❝can you write something about morpheus' wife being really really horny for him and begging which he finds amusing so he teases her then like yk. ty xo

#🍀❜ ─ 𝐰𝐢𝐩

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Fanfic Tag Game

tagged by @hbyrde36 for this lil tag game EEEE i love tag games :D

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

12. a lot of them aren't stranger things related tho! and they're allll oneshots. working on my first (first for this account anyway) multi-chapter fic atm :D

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

27,486 hoooo boy idk if that's more or less than expected. like i said, mostly oneshots!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently only writing stranger things fics, but every now and then i go back to my spider-man phase so i'll inevitably write spider-man fanfic again. i've also written moon knight (tv show) fanfic before. i just love when my blorbos suffer what can i say

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

NONE of these are stranger things fics fdhgskjfhd

When Peter Forgot What Day It Was

Debriefed

Protector

When the Past Calls

Avengers, Meet Moon Knight

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to! i didn't for a while because i didn't know how to respond to like, comments with just emojis? i've always appreciated them but yeah only started trying to respond to ALL comments recently. love comments so much, so i want to encourage as much as possible!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmmm idk i tend to write hurt/comfort, like it ALWAYS ends with some sort of happy. so idk. i mean there is To All The Days We Were Together (To All The Time We Were Apart) which i'm SUPER proud of and that is super sad because it acknowledges eddie's canon death while also being a steddie fic. poor stevie

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmmmm maybe Google Translate? it's not got LOADS of plot in it it's just a cute lil meet cute.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

gonna also knock so hard on wood for this, but so far no. i've received a comment pointing out how i've gotten various cultural aspects wrong before and just corrected, but never something hateful. i'm definitely VERY afraid of getting hate though. i am fuelled by validation

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

no, i kind of want to give it a try though? i used to write it (like when i was fifteen/sixteen LMAO) and the things i wrote did well but,, obviously i didn't know anything? you know? idk maybe i should give it another go

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

not really? crossovers feel like BIG projects and i haven't really done a big project yet

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no. i've had people request to translate my fics before though? which doesn't count but like,, feels weird because i think one time (when i was writing on wattpad), the person didn't even ask they just started publishing my fic translated and didn't credit me.......... was so strange

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

LMAO yes. both with permission and without as mentioned. i don't mind it if people ask, you know! i just have to make sure it links back to me- it's my work

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

i don't know, this is a hard one. steddie right now,, but like. i just enjoy fics my favourite charaters are in, you know? i will read any ship that is well written and contains steve, and most ships that are well written that contain robin, etc etc.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i would LIKE to think i will finish my WIPs but i don't know. im not very good at that. we will see, i don't wanna say any and discourage myself

16. What are your writing strengths?

i find these kinds of questions very hard to answer HAHA. i think maybeeee i'm quite good at writing internal monologue? i don't know. i get worried to say things like that because i don't want to sound like i'm boasting and it not even be a boast that's supported LMAO. i TRY and ENJOY writing internal monologues of characters a lot, and often have to cut things out to make sure it's not going too internal

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

transitions. i'm TRYING to get it in my head that i don't always have to detail every little thing for the reader to know it's happened, you know? need to work on figuring out things people can assume has happened, or fill in the gaps for, and what people can't

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i don't mind it! i think it depends, you know? if the reader is supposed to understand the dialogue, i prefer if there's a translation in brackets or something, or when it's written in english but the dialogue description tells me the language, more than if i have to scroll all the way to a bottom of a chapter to find the translation. and if the dialogue is NOT meant to be understood by the main character/reader (unless you speak the language of course), i LOVE it i think it's neat

19. First fandom you wrote for?

troye sivan..

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

either Separation Entwined (she is near and dear to my heart) or When Peter Parker Forgot What Day It Was because it's me combining all my favourite spider-man oneshot tropes into one thing fhdjsgkdf

NO PRESSURE TAGS (sorry if you've done this already) @dreamwatch @cranberrymoons @spoookysix @theheadlessphilosopher

#tag game #hbyrde36 #gold talks

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Year in Fic | 2023

How many fics did you write this year? What was your total wordcount?

This was a very, very depressing year for me fic-wise. I didn't think it was possible, but not only did I write less that I did last year, but I wrote SIGNIFICANTLY less than I did in 2022.

In 2023 I wrote 11 fics, for a total of 39,450 words. Which is uh, almost half what I did in 2022. And 2022 was a slow year for me. But! I will give myself a bit of grace considering I spent most of the year being neurotic about wedding planning.

Fic Roundup!

so damn sloppy | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 4,557 words | Steve smiles, leaning forward just a little bit, and is rewarded by the sight of Eddie swaying towards him as if hypnotized. “We gonna stop pretending that I’m here just for a movie?”

into the unknown | LoZ | Zelda/Ganondorf/Link | 8,017 words | “What do you think, princess?” Ganondorf asks, cocking his head. “Would having your young knight here with us make the marriage bed more palatable?”

just a little bit closer, baby | Stranger Things | Chrissy/Eddie/Steve | 2,734 words | “He’s sure, Chrissy,” Steve says, voice warm.

Ghost Story | Stranger Things | Eddie/Steve | 2,559 words | Eddie wakes to darkness.

mommy don’t know daddy’s getting hot | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 1,611 words | “Just— Christ, Steve. Fuck me, already. Fill me up, put a baby in me or whatever weird hetero bullshit your brain has a boner for, just do it.”

the icarus to your certainty | Marvel | Loki/Thor | 1,687 words | “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?” Loki asks softly, his mouth twisted into a strange, sad little smile.

build your altar here | Star Wars | Reylo | 5,486 words | When Leia had first offered up Ben’s condo as a place for Rey to stay while she got back on her feet, she’d foolishly assumed that it was some kind of subletting situation.

for years or for hours | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 1,677 words | “What the shit are you doing?” Mobius hisses, and Loki— Loki is tired.

touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 2220 words | “God,” Steve murmurs into Eddie’s mouth. “You look— I cannot deal with how you look right now.”

these, our bodies, possessed by light | Shades of Magic | Holland/Kell/Lila, Athos/Holland | 2,134 words | Holland tells her simply. “I want to go home.”

this house says your name like an elegy | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 6768 words | “Good night, ghost,” he says. “We can play tomorrow.”

Best story I wrote this year:

In my opinion? into the unknown was the only fic that I was TRULY proud of this year. Which isn't to say that the others were awful, but into the unknown was my passion project of the year. I saw a thing on twitter that made my brain go ping, and I sat down and said, yknow what, I'm going to write political marriage Ganondorf/Zelda. And then, I went, yknow what would be great? If we added Link, poly, and a great heaping pile of yearning. And it was! Great that is! It was fun to write and I'm really glad that I put it out there.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

Honestly, into the unknown IS probably my favorite - BUT! A very close second is for years or for hours, which I wrote after watching the Loki finale a totally chill amount of times. I couldn't get over the idea of Loki and those timeloops, how lonely it must have been. How he could technically have everything that he wanted and then wipe the slate clean again hours later. I was also planning on writing another Loki fic, one where Sylvie and Mobius end up hooking up and living? traveling? together AFTER, but it just hasn't happened yet. Two people fucking because they're yearning for the same third is just catnip to me.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

This is actually interesting because my stats are pretty wildly different for kudos vs hits. Normally they're at least in the same ballpark. BUT! for years or for hours was definitely my top fic as far as kudos go by a pretty wide margin, coming in 742 kudos, 217 bookmarks, and 2,397 hits. so damn sloppy (a title that i hated IMMEDIATELY after posting) comes in second when it comes to kudos at 239.

But! If you measure by hits- build your altar here, otherwise known as the excessively smutty reylo fic that i wrote actually comes in first. Which is... weird? But hey, what do I know. Numbers are bonkers.

Story of mine most underappreciated by the universe, in my opinion:

While I'm honestly always a little disappointed by the traffic my SXX Exchange and Yuletide fics get (I get it, they don't show up at the top of the page because they spend weeks unviewable before being revealed), I think my actual answer to this question is Ghost Story. It's one of the shorts that I did for my October challenge this year. 2.5k of Eddie waking up in the Upside Down undead, of him finding Steve's house and hesitating there on the threshold, of Vecna in his head, of him CHOOSING Kas as his own storyline, grasping at straws in the hopes that he'll be able to pull it off. I never go into something expecting kudos because that way lies madness, but I got... 11 kudos. No comments. And I don't know, that's always at least a little disappointing, but especially because I was proud of this one. I liked getting into Eddie's headspace in a horror setting. It was great! It was tragic! And I don't know, it just didn't get love. Such is life.

Most fun story to write:

Okay, so like. I wrote A LOT of smut this year. Almost every single fic that I wrote was either PWP, fix-it, or both. And almost every single one of them came easily (ha). The plot bunnies didn't fight me, they just happened. Which means that a lot of them were fun to write! The one where I got to work in Steve's breeding kink in the most hilarious way cracked me up. BUT! I got to write Steve/Chrissy/Eddie this year! I've been wanting to write it for ages and this year, for the first day of kinktober, I got to write Chrissy pegging Eddie while Steve fucks his face. That was just... an absolute dream.

Story that could have been better?

Maybe these, our bodies, possessed by light ? My Yuletide recipient's requests were of a crueltide variety. And I don't necessarily have an issue with writing that. I wrote it and I liked the end result, but where it comes down to it I'm still pretty uncomfortable writing non-con, even a character that is slowly healing from it. I do actually like how it ended. I think I conveyed what I wanted it to, the style was exactly what I was aiming for, I just haven't been able to shake the feeling that it could have been more. But if I'd made it happier or longer, I think I would have taken away from the point I was trying to make.

Story I wrote to fix things:

Definitely the icarus to your certainty. Some of the others are fix-its in the sense that certain characters are alive, others are fix-it fic not because they changed anything about the canon but because of the sense of catharsis. But the icarus to your certainty was a fic that I've been wanting to write for a while, one where Thor and Loki meet again. I've told this story a couple different ways since End Game, but this one feels more complete because I used TVA Loki. It wasn't just me talking out of my ass about suspected ways that Marvel could fix it, it was about the exisiting character meeting back up with a post-Love and Thunder Thor and going hey, I'm here, I'm not the same brother you watched die, but I'm still a Loki, I still miss you, I know what you lost. I did write it before watching the finale, so there's probably at least one more Thor and Loki reunion fic in me, but we'll see.

Longest completed fic this year:

into the unknown was my longest this year at just over 8k.

Fandom you enjoyed writing for most this year:

The fandom that I wrote the MOST of was Stranger Things, because Steddie is still dogging me even now, more than a year later. And it is certainly the fandom that I enjoyed reading the most, but I also really loved playing in the Tears of the Kingdom sandbox.

Favorite character you wrote this year:

I did like writing Ganondorf in into the unknown a lot, but this pleasure has to go to Eddie. He's just so fun.

Most memorable comment(s) this year:

I really loved all the comments that I got on for years and for hours! The comments from my recipients for the SXX exchange and Yuletide were amazing! I got a comment on the Silena and Clarisse fic that I wrote well over a decade ago! I got an adorable comment on the monsterfucking fishsex one earnestly telling me to keep doing what makes me passionate, even if it's... yknow, fishsex.

But honestly, this comment that I got on Rubatosis takes the cake. It just completely blows my mind that even know, almost a decade after I wrote the fic, I am STILL getting comments on it. And not just the comments that other older fic of mine get, but comments that are so heartwrenchingly genuine, thanking me, weeping and happy about it. I actually did a reread of it after I got this comment and while I can see all the places that could be improved on, I'm just still so floored, so PROUD, that it's something that came out of my brain.

Fics you wanted to write but didn’t:

I DO have an entire graveyard of fics in my googledocs that I've started and haven't finished but, in no particular order:

the steddie one where they hook up pre-series when steve is still king steve and eddie is dealing at one of his parties

the steddie hitchhiking one

the steddie coffee shop one that no one asked for

the gloryhole steddie fic from kinktober

ugh the akuroku farmer's market one about being punk and then getting older

the bodyswap geraskier one

the ust filled one-shot of Jericho and Sam Lloyd from the Diviners

the random plot bunny i got after reading hell bent where i wanted to write alex fucking darlington after the howling

the cnc sxx fic

the uh, vaguely necrophiliac sxx one because xue yang is a freak

the *cough* incest ship one where they find out they're related while fucking and neither stops (i may have entertained this as a han/luke/leia one-shot)

the alex/jonas oxenfree one that i wanted to write as a yuletide treat

the anastasia/dimitri one that i wanted to write as a yuletide treat

Oddest story:

god, probably the breeding kink one. mommy don't know daddy's getting hot. it's not even super intense! i just feel like eddie would be absolutely IMPOSSIBLE if he found out that steve had a breeding kink.

Hardest story to do:

I did fret about this house says your name like an elegy a little. I kept getting stuck describing the house and had to force myself past it.

Easiest story to write?

Again, most of the fics came pretty easily this year. build your altar here may have been the easiest? I'd just finished love theoretically by ali hazelwood and while i'd always known they were a reylo i didn't realize that i'd actually read some of their fic! anyway, read a couple reylo fics for nostalgia and then realized that i wanted to write a free use fic. All 5k of it came out in one sitting, it was nuts.

Most mining of your own history in one story:

I don't think any of them? I mean, maybe so damn sloppy if you count the fact that i've actually been in a family video before, but other than that? yeah, nothing.

Themes, or absence thereof:

A lot of smut, tbh.

Where did you publish/archive your stories?

Ao3, as per usual. I didn’t crosspost too much this year.

Story I haven’t yet written, but intend to:

i REALLY want to write the steddie ones that i didn't write this year, specifically the hitchiking and the pre-series one.

Sexiest moment (excerpt):

He fucks Eddie breathless. The corset isn’t helping, the pearls like a collar around his throat. He wants Steve’s hand in his hair, wants to be fucked until it hurts, but Steve is so gentle with him.

There are tears in Eddie’s eyes when he finally surrenders, gasps quietly into the dark and says, “Please, harder.”

Steve doesn’t get a hand into his hair, but he does splay his palm out over the curve of Eddie’s throat, just under the pearls. The hold isn’t a tight one, his fingers loose enough that Eddie could slide right out of the grip if he wanted, but Eddie sobs a little, bucking up, wanting wanting wanting—

Steve fucks him harder.

“Would you like to have him first, then?” Ganondorf asks her, a low whisper in her ear, and her legs clench tight around him, making them both groan as his cock jostles between them.

“Please,” she says, and he makes a sound like a laugh, and pulls back, away, moving them so that he’s propped up against her headboard and she’s reclined against his front, her back hot where their skin touches.

Ganondorf makes an amused sound when Link hesitates, and his hands take hold of her hips and — mortifyingly — spread her legs open.

“Do you need me to tell you where it goes?” Ganondorf asks, almost conversationally, and Link narrows his eyes.

It’s not— there was a moment, when she was younger, when she’d thought of this. Of what would happen if she could just take what she wanted. If she could have Link on his back in the hay of the palace stable or if he’d ever bear her down into the fragrant grass of Hyrule Field.

It was a silly dream. A girl’s dream. She’d never imagined this, her husband holding her open as Link pushes into her, but perhaps that was a good thing. She’d been an excitable girl.

He makes a noise when he first pushes into her that she’ll remember forever, even if they never get to do this again — a slight hitch in his breathing, like a hiccup, then a moan so soft it’s almost a whine. They are green, untested, so very new to this. She’s wanted this for so long and so hard that it doesn't even hurt. The rhythm is rocky and awkward when they start, but Ganondorf helps them find it quickly, his hands reaching out to steady Link's hips, coaxing him into a better pace.

It is perfect, even if it wasn’t what she’d dreamed. She gets to bury her face in his neck the way she’d wanted then, gets to hitch her legs up around his hips and clench him tighter, deeper, his fingers threaded with hers.

But it is over too fast, and her eyes are wet when he goes still inside of her. It’s too much. It’s not enough.

Ganondorf gives them a minute, lets her shake, lets Link breathe. She hadn’t expected patience from him, but then, there’s a great many things about this night that she hadn’t expected.

“Okay,” she tells him when Link is collapsed backwards beside them, watching with hazy eyes as Ganondorf turns her to face him. His cock is between them, hard against her belly, and it’s so big that for a moment, she wonders if she’s ready for it. She can feel Link’s spend licking the insides of her thighs and knows that Ganondorf can feel it too.

She looks at Ganondorf, chin held high, and says, “I’m ready.”

He is big.

His cock inside of her is such a tight fit that her breathing goes ragged as he’s fitting it into her. She’s sweating all over and it’s so much that she worries it will break her, that she’ll never be the same again. Link had felt good inside of her, a perfect fit, no pain, just frissons of pleasure up and down her spine as he moved inside of her, but this — this is nearly too much.

“It’s okay, princess,” Ganondorf tells her, petting her back once he’s completely inside. “You did good.”

Against all odds, the noise is what wakes her. She would have thought— well, she would have thought that she’d have woken to other things. The gentle rocking of the bed. The weight on her hips. Rey had assumed that if anything were to wake her, it would have been that first slow press inside her — her body yielding slowly to the blunt press of him between her legs.

However it happened, the noise is what wakes her. She surfaces slowly, first latching onto the sound of the rhythmic thumping of the headboard striking the wall over and over again before her brain wakes enough to take note of the rest of it.

She’s warm, that’s the second thing that she notices. Most of the time, Rey wakes with her fingers and toes freezing, and she’ll have to spend the first thirty minutes of her morning huddling for warmth beneath her blankets. This morning though, she’s overly warm, her blood already running hot, her chest and belly slick with sweat.

That’s when the rest of the details come to her. The heavy breathing above her. The warm sticky skin pressed to the bare stretch of her back. The creaking of the bed. Her own shallow breathing, little noises escaping her even as her brain comes fully back online. And of course, the feeling of a cock stretching her wide. She must have been wet, she thinks hazily, still halfway between waking and dreaming. Had she been dreaming? Or had he put his mouth on her before he’d bullied his way inside? They hadn’t really discussed the mechanics beforehand, only their wants and limitations. She’d wanted this, she remembered confessing. This specific thing, mentioned in the late hours of the night, her face flushed.

But he’d done it. She hadn’t thought that he would.

She’s still sluggish, but her body is already lighting up from the touch. Already awake and responsive, even as Rey starts to slowly stretch, her toes curling against the sheets as her palms scrabble for a grip to ground her. Ben rocks into her again, a particularly deep thrust, and a noise punches out of her, shocked and urgent.

She hears a chuckle from above her, and then his mouth is dropping to press against the sharp blade of her shoulder, lips dragging indulgently across her skin.

“Good morning,” he whispers, his own voice gritty with sleep. She whines under him, her fist finally getting a hold on the sheets, and he laughs at her openly, rewarding her with a particularly ruthless grind of his hips, pressing so deep that she rocks forward into the pillows.

He works a hand into her hair, and she’s— god, it’s so much so fast that she’s actually dizzy from it, so when he drags her up to her knees, she’s reeling, wobbly like a newborn animal. Her breath catches in her throat, her stomach tensing as he slides his palm down to cradle the shallow dip of her pelvis.

She doesn’t have to enjoy it, that wasn’t part of the bargain. The deal was anytime, anywhere— within reason, of course. She’d thrilled at the idea of it, imagining him bending her over the back of the couch, over the kitchen counter, imagined crawling into his lap during one of his shitty zoom calls and having him like that, where any one of his sleazy corporate overlords could hear her panting for him if he decided to unmute them.

She hadn’t thought that this would be his first move on the chessboard, that less than 24 hours after shaking on it she would wake to him inside of her, stretching her wide, the very first thing that she’d told him she wanted.

Anything, though. And just because she hadn’t imagined this happening the morning after they discussed it does not mean that she can’t enjoy it.

He fucks her hard and fast after that, as if her coming awake beneath him has made him desperate for it. Her scalp aches under his grip, but the pull is a good one. She’s wet and aching, his cock so good, pressing so deep— she’d forgotten what it was like, what he could be like.

She makes a noise, something quiet and pleased, and he must like it because he moans for her, his grip turning harsher, his thrusts more punishing. She wants to ask him for it, wants to tell him harder, but he hasn’t said that she can talk yet, so she bites her lip and holds on for dear life.

He comes inside her, letting out a long and guttural groan, his hips pressed flush against hers.

She’s trembling and she doesn’t want him to pull out yet, wants to come with him still inside her, but doesn’t—

“Touch yourself,” he tells her, his voice strained, cock still buried to the hilt inside her. She lets out a breathless little sob, already reaching, and it barely takes more than the press of her thumb to her clit before she’s coming, so hard that knees go out from under her. She bites down hard on her pillow to muffle the helpless little keen that makes its way out of her.

Crackiest moment (excerpt):

Eddie is giving him shit when it happens. It’s been a little over a half hour since Eddie turned to him, bored and pouty about it, and asked if Steve wanted to fuck him.

“Obviously,” Steve could pretend that he’d replied, because that was smooth and cool, and not the reality of the weird grunting noise that he’d made in response, as if his brain had briefly forgotten that it was human and not still ape.

Eddie had snorted, but forgiven him this, and Steve had gone to work dutifully, because the reality of getting to fuck Eddie was still new and visceral. But then here they are, well past foreplay, and Eddie is giving him shit, cracking jokes, and Steve is still somehow completely hard. Which is to say, Steve is buried all the way inside of Eddie, balls flush against his sweaty ass, and absolutely breathless with laughter, trying to muffle the sound of it into Eddie’s shoulder when Eddie throws his head back theatrically and moans, “Yes, daddy, yes. Harder, please. Yes, Steve, put a baby in me already.”

And it’s—

He’s joking. Neither of them ever get even close to brushing against their mutual daddy issues. It’s a joke, the same way that the theatrical porn star moans he’s been driving Steve crazy with for the last half hour have been a joke. The same way that his nicknames getting more and more absurd every month is a joke.

But Steve’s breath — it catches. He’d been halfway through another shaky thrust, tears still in his eyes, and then, at Eddie’s words, his movement stutters. He doesn’t quite gasp, but his exhale comes out shaky, a nervous huff of a noise.

Eddie goes still under him. He twists, peering around his own shoulder at Steve, his eyes wide and dark. He blinks and asks, “Really?”

“Fuck,” Eddie says again, voice thready. Steve tugs on his hair again, just enough to hear him hiss. “Just— Christ, Steve. Fuck me, already. Fill me up, put a baby in me or whatever weird hetero bullshit your brain has a boner for, just do it.”

Steve’s breath catches, his brain abruptly knocked offline. He doesn’t— later, he’ll try to wrap his brain around why this works for him. Try to figure out whether it’s the daddy issues, the unspoken desire for a kid, or just the idea of filling Eddie up with his come, but in this moment, the only thing that he can think of is those words in Eddie’s mouth, the reality of what he’s about to do.

Steve’s a good, smart boy. Smart about this, at least. He likes to have sex. He’s safe about having sex. Even with Nancy, he’d never—

He fucks Eddie until he’s wailing, working his way up from the slow grind. Short, slow strokes, hard and deep. Harder, a little faster. It’s so much harder to fuck Eddie right like this, but it’s so intimate, tucked so tightly together that he can’t make himself move.

“Please,” Eddie is saying, and Steve isn’t even sure if Eddie’s aware that he’s talking out loud. He’s got his head buried in his arms, his body rocking forward every time Steve fucks into him, and his voice is throaty, his body shaking with every thrust.

“Please Steve,” he gasps, breathless, sweaty. He lets out an uneven moan at Steve’s next thrust, hard and deep, just the way Eddie likes it. “Do it, just do it, pump me full of your come, do it, please.”

Favorite dialogue (excerpt):

“Good morning, Princess,” Ganondorf tells her, still smiling. “That isn’t your usual guard.”

“No,” she tells him, and leaves it at that.

He hums thoughtfully, his eyes going to the guard again, and for a moment, she thinks that he may press the matter, as if it’s any of his business where Link may be, but after another moment, he drops it, leaving it with a polite nod.

They watch the birds in silence for some time.

Ganondorf, as it turns out, has a bag of feed with him, which he offers her when the robins have finished what's on the ground and turn to eye them expectantly.

She dips her hand into the bag, delighting in the cool press of seeds against her knuckles, and comes out with a palmful, which she gently tosses to the grateful birds. As she watches, a few more descend.

“Do you come to this spot often?” Ganondorf asks as she brushes the lingering kernels from her hands.

She looks at him, wondering if she should say. If he does mean her harm, this place that she only comes to when she means to be alone would be a delightful place for any would-be kidnapper. But, on the other hand, if he is to be her husband, he will learn soon enough.

“Yes,” she tells him, reaching to brush her knuckles across the rose nearest her, the last few drops of morning dew clinging to the downy softness of its petals. “I love this place.”

“It is lovely,” he says. “Quiet, peaceful. I was happy to find a place to myself.”

She turns to look at him, curious despite herself. “Do you have a place like it? Back home?”

Ganondorf is still watching the birds, but as she speaks, he turns to her, his expression soft.

“I do,” he says, sounding pleased. “We have orange trees growing in what passes for our garden. They grow in a small alcove tucked away from prying eyes. There’s a fountain there. It’s peaceful.” He seems to hesitate, then adds, “They smell divine when they’re in bloom. Perhaps one day I can show you.”

“Perhaps,” she replies, for politeness sake. She is her father’s only heir. He would never let her venture out into the desert, not even if she had all the guards in Hyrule with her.

Perhaps, she thinks, when she is queen. If her husband has not attempted a coup by then.

They have drawn an entire flock by now, not only robins, but jays and turtle doves. They bicker amongst themselves for the seed, their chatter light and easy. She only wishes that her entire day could be this quiet.

“Are you looking forward to the feast tonight?” she asks, only half listening as she watches one of the larger jays wallop one of the doves with its wing.

“I never look forward to feasts,” Ganondorf tells her gravely, which surprises her enough that she lets out a sharp bark of laughter.

When she’s done laughing, she looks at him, tears in her eyes, and confesses, “Neither do I.”

“Looking for your knight, princess?” Ganondorf whispers out of the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t duck his head towards her, but there’s a barely noticeable tilt to his head that means he wants to, that he wants his lips pressed right up against her ear, where he can speak truly to only her. The whisper, she thinks, will have to suffice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she whispers back, her eyes finding Link’s even as the words leave her mouth. He is watching them, but there’s a faint crack in his mask, a flash of pain bare on his face for all of Hyrule to see before he catches her looking and schools it into careful blankness once more.

Ganondorf chuckles, a warm rumble that she can feel through her entire body, from head to toes.

“Of course, you don’t,” he tells her, something faintly mocking in his voice. It makes her hackles go up, spine straightening as she lifts her head to look at him.

He is looking down at her now, and on his lips is a smile that she hasn’t seen from him yet. It isn’t the soft private smile from this morning, nor is it the polite smile that he gives her father and the rest of court. This is a strange smile, just for her, and it appears entirely genuine.

“Are you mocking me, sir?” she asks him.

“Perhaps,” he tells her, unexpectedly lifting her into a spin. She reels, a bit dizzy when he sets her back onto her feet. He smiles again, as if he’s laughing at her, and ducks his head to whisper in her ear, “Is it working?”

She blinks hard, finding Link over his shoulder again.

“Is what working?” she asks breathlessly.

She can feel his smile against her ear, the feel of it curving upwards. She shivers.

His lips move against her ear, his breath warm against her throat. “Am I making him jealous?”

She flinches. Not hard, but just enough to make her misstep. She corrects herself, but people have already seen.

There will be whispers. Rumors.

She huffs, and looks away from him, careful to keep her gaze away from Link.

“I told you,” she says coolly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He laughs again, but obligingly straightens, taking his mouth far out of her reach.

They dance in silence until the music stops.

Favorite lines (excerpt):

“You can, you know,” Mobius tells him, and Loki wants to ask what, wants to ask if that’s freestanding permission— to take anything he wants, anything he needs.

“Can I?” Loki asks, his voice a rasp in the dark.

Mobius nods, his nose sliding against Loki’s. He’s holding his breath, Loki thinks, and that won’t do. Loki needs him to breathe.

He kisses him.

Mobius makes a thin noise, like he hadn’t really expected Loki to do it, then something heavier as his mouth slides open under Loki’s.

Loki reaches, curling his fingers against Mobius’s cheek, pulling him closer, until they’re almost on top of one another. Loki wants— he wants a great many things. He wants to kiss Mobius until his breathing goes erratic. Wants to crawl backwards onto the desk and let Mobius have him there, just like this. Wants to touch him all over, map out every square inch of his body until Loki knows every whorl of hair, every wayward freckle.

“Mm,” Mobius hums as Loki breaks the kiss. Their lips make a wet sound as they separate. The sound of it is thrilling. It makes him want more. Mobius clearly is on the same page, his eyes flickering open slowly, watching Loki through slitted eyes. As Loki watches, he smiles and asks, “Feel better?”

He does, actually.

The panic is ebbing, his heart regaining its normal rhythm, his vision no longer tunneling. He doesn’t feel as out of control now, like time itself is slipping away from him.

Loki licks his lips, ignoring the way that Mobius’ eyes linger on his mouth, and nods. He leans in for another kiss, this one shorter. He is very aware of the light of the loom, going ever brighter outside the window. Not long now.

“Don’t worry about it,” Mobius tells him, leaning smugly back against the computers when Loki has finished with him. He looks rumpled. His hair askew, his lips bruised. Loki wants to wreck him.

“Don’t worry about what?” Loki asks, distracted.

Mobius jerks his head towards the loom, the timelines, the constant writhe of them against the blackness of the void. “That. Don't worry. You’ll get it right next time.”

Loki hisses, his head jerking up. He meets Mobius’ laughing eyes. Says, “When did you figure it out?”

Mobius shrugs, flashing Loki a look. “You didn’t get that good at physics overnight, Loki. Come on. How long have you been at this?”

Loki doesn’t know. Not really. He’s lost count. Lost count quickly even. “Too long.”

Mobius eyes him. He’s still reclined back against the computers, his elbows planted firmly under him, legs slightly splayed. Loki can see the length of him, hard in his slacks. It’s tempting. He is tempting. If they had more time, then maybe—

Mobius is still watching him, like he can see Loki's every thought printed out and set before him in real time. Who knows, maybe he can.

“Next time,” Mobius tells him, like a promise.

The light outside the window is growing brighter, the rattling of the entire structure around them getting louder.

Loki breathes.

“You won’t remember,” Loki says, feeling a tug of… something at that. Hurt, maybe. Grief, perhaps— for this version of Mobius that his hands have touched, this version who won’t exist five minutes from now.

“Maybe not,” Mobius tells him with an unconcerned shrug. “But I can promise you I’ll be receptive.”

Loki snorts. “That sure of yourself, are you?”

Mobius’ smile goes soft, secret. A little sad around the edges.

“With you?” he says. “Always.”

Ganondorf is enormous, well over seven feet tall and thick with heavy, corded muscle, the bulk of him great enough that in the months prior to his arrival, the castle staff had seriously considered widening several doorways around the castle. And while she is glad to know that he is able to fit through their doorways without issue, his size is… intimidating.

His hair is swept up into a glinting gold crown, the color a deep russet red that’s several shades darker than the rest of his kin. He's bare from the waist up, his naked torso heavily adorned, golden hoops in his ear lobes, a heavy looking necklace of gold and ruby draped around his throat, intricate designs swirling down to just above his navel. Delicate chains link the neck piece to golden cuffs squeezed tight around his biceps and then, even further down, another pair of arm guards that run from forearm to wrist. There is even, she realizes, her face going red, a pair of simple golden hoops through two brown nipples. They glint back at her in the afternoon light, mocking.

Zelda, who had missed the first of the introductions during her inspection of her betrothed, blinks hard, head jerking up when she hears her own name echoing through the chamber. She turns towards her father, who is looking back at her expectantly. She has no idea what he’s said, but she can guess.

She clears her throat, stepping forward until she is at the very edge of the dais. Her eyes find Ganondorf’s.

His eyes are warm. Gold. There’s intelligence there – slyness and cunning, yes – but even as the force of his gaze holds her in place, she recognizes something more there. A challenge. The potential for cruelty, perhaps. It will be a game, she thinks, looking at him. He will do his duty. He will wed her and unite their peoples, even swear fealty to Hyrule. And yet, she’s somehow sure that he will spend the rest of their lives testing her, looking for cracks in her armor, waiting and watching for a chance to usurp her throne.

She watches as he goes down to one knee before her, and finds her mouth wet as he reaches for her hand, saliva pooling against her tongue. Suddenly, she is very aware of everything. Her father beside her. Link at her back. Ganondorf’s kinsman watching her with a careful blankness masking their curiosity. There are wolves in the castle and they are hungry.

“Hello, Princess Zelda,” he says, mouth quirking upwards into something that’s more smirk than smile. His voice is warm, smooth like liquid honey.

“Ganondorf,” she makes herself say, willing her voice not to waver as she gives an estimation of a curtsy. It isn’t quite proper, but it is within the polite boundaries of etiquette. No one will be able to fuss.

His smile grows as his gaze flicks over her right shoulder, to where she knows Link is standing. She cannot allow herself to look, but she can guess that Link is likely standing there, his face carefully blank, the perfect soldier. She wonders what drew Ganondorf’s attention – a tightening of Link’s fingers around the hilt of his sword? A flicker of an expression around his mouth?

Whatever it is, Link holds Ganondorf’s attention for several long moments. Zelda can feel her hand begin to sweat against Ganondorf’s palm and longs to withdraw it. Then, Ganondorf’s smile goes a touch crooked, showing teeth, and still holding Link’s gaze, he ducks and presses his lips to her knuckles. Only then does he return his gaze to hers.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Ganondorf tells her, releasing her hand at last. Zelda can feel the burn of his lips against her skin, warmth blossoming outwards, sending seeking tendrils crawling down her wrist. She has to fight the urge to hide her hand behind her skirts.

She swallows again and makes herself smile, even as a shiver runs through her. “The pleasure is all mine.”

A hand touches her elbow and she flinches, expecting Link, but when she turns, it’s Ganondorf. He’s looking at her seriously, his heavy brows knotted. There is no calculating or cruelty on that face, only understanding.

“Wife,” he says, and that’s a little stab of agony as well, knowing that it is done, knowing that she is as good as shackled to the man next to her. “We don’t have to do this tonight.”

Her head jerks up, mouth parting. She’d expected cruelty, she realizes, looking into his eyes. Never in her wildest imaginings had she thought that Ganondorf could be kind.

It is a sweet offer, but a barbed one, as well. Even if she were to put the night off – how long would he wait? A week? A month? Years? What if she never wished to bed him? Would he allow that or would he go to her father and declare the marriage contract null.

No, better to get this over with.

Zelda swallows and shakes her head. Her eyes go to Link, standing just to the left of Ganondorf. His face is like stone, still refusing to look at her. He will hold vigil, here at her door. He will… hear. She’s known that all along, but now, it’s like an arrow in her gut. She shouldn’t have kissed him.

There’s a soft sound in the hallway, a quick inhalation, and her eyes go to Ganondorf, who is looking down at her with something like realization. A knowing. Even a soft smugness.

“Oh,” Ganondorf says, voice thick with understanding. Her heart drops as Ganondorf looks between them, face creased. “It is like that, then. I had wondered.”

Link doesn’t look up at either of them, his jaw merely tightening as he stands straight under Ganondorf’s gaze.

Ganondorf laughs, a soft thing, colored with amusement, as he leans back against the door to her rooms. Light from Zelda’s candle glints off of his crown, off of the plate of gold laid over his chest. He’s still looking between them.

“Hm,” he says once he’s finished laughing, reaching for Zelda’s hand. She gives it to him, her heart hammering in her chest, and sucks in a quiet breath when he steps forward and gently draws her over the threshold to her rooms. He takes the candle from her, setting it into the waiting sconce, and looks back over his shoulder at Link, who is still stone-faced and silent at the door.

He quirks an eyebrow at him and says, “Well, aren’t you coming?”

Shock explodes across Link’s face, blue eyes going wide as a ruddy blush instantly colors his cheeks. His mouth drops, lips parting as a huff of surprise leaves him. He stares at Ganondorf, open-mouthed, the emotion bleeding back into him all at once.

He glances towards Zelda, as if looking to confirm what he’d just heard.

Zelda, who finds that her mouth is also open, only shakes her head in disbelief.

Link’s eyes go back to Ganondorf’s, only to dart away again, skittish.

Ganondorf chuckles again, stepping forward until he’s once again looming in the doorway. He cocks his head, as if curious, eyes running up and down Link’s body, heavy with intent.

“I will admit,” Ganondorf tells him, that same strange smile playing around his lips as he reaches out, brushing a wayward curl from Link’s face. “It’s been some time since I had a boy in my bed, but having the both of you won’t be such a hardship.”

He casts a glance over his shoulder towards her even as his palm slides up to cup Link’s cheek, an almost proprietary grip, his thumb coming to rest at the corner of Link’s mouth. She’s shocked to realize that she wants to see what would happen if Link opened his mouth and sucked it in.

Ganondorf must see something of her thoughts on her face, because he laughs again, louder, a rumble deep in his chest.

“What do you think, princess?” Ganondorf asks, cocking his head. His smile is wide, knowing. “Would having your young knight here with us make the marriage bed more palatable?”

Fic goals:

No goals this year, I don't think. Only to write what I want to write. And as per my resolution, work on the original work as much as I can.

#heather says what #year in review #new year's memes #heather writes #2023

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dontfeeltoohot · 2 years

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YT please!!

Eddie loves Chrissy. He loves her like the little sister he never had. They’ve been through so much together, they’ve lived together, they’ve experienced loss together. So Eddie isn’t ashamed of himself when he starts to argue with the strawberry blonde over the phone the night before she’s set to come visit.

“I already tried, she’s out of town too. And Colin’s already got prior commitment stuff,” Chrissy’s voice comes through his phone.

“Chrissy, you kn-“

“I know, I know. But I can’t just put her in a boarding facility! How sad is that? She’ll hate me!”

Eddie groans, already knowing this is a losing battle. He looks around at his place, spotting the few things he needs to put up high so the mongrel won’t get into anything.

“Fine. But! You have to brush her before you come here, and I need proof, or I’ll personally pay for her to be boarded.”

“Yes! Yes I promise. Thank you so much Eddie. And you know you love her, don’t deny it.”

“Of course I love her. But she’s a husky, it’s summer and I’m allergic.”

“Take an extra allergy pill. It’s only a few days. Love youuuu.”

“…love you too you little jerk.”

They hang up and Eddie sighs, rubbing his face. Wonderful. He’s just moved in and this husky is going to get hair everywhere.

XXX

A knock on wood alerts Eddie that his company is here. Smiling to himself, he opens the door and Chrissy launches herself at him, hugging him tightly. Holiday barks and her tail wags furiously. The guitarist hugs back then leans down and gives some pets to the dog, scratching behind her ear.

“Come on in.”

As if she owns the place, Holiday wanders in and sniffs around, stopping at a little box by the couch that has some brand new toys. Chrissy spots it too and beams.

“You got her toys?”

“Better to chew on a bone than my new wall,” he shrugs.

Eddie shows the woman the guest room, the one room that’s fully complete mostly because he’d worked his ass off getting an extra bed and new sheets and dresser before Chrissy arrived. He’s even got a little dog bed, the perfect size for Holiday, laying in the corner.

Once settled, they end up on the couch, Holiday laying between them, her head on Eddie’s lap as he lazily pets her velvety soft ears. His nose is already starting to get itchy, which isn’t really surprising, not with how allergic he is. He’s taken two Claritin pills, and how he’s not unconscious is beyond him, usually they knock him out.

“ihhGKshEW! h’igKtCHuhew! hh! snfsnf! eh’ihgKShhew!”

“Bless you.” Chrissy smiles, patting his leg.

“Ugh, you’re not e-even so-snf! sorry,” Eddie sniffles, rubbing the rough fabric of his sleeve cuff against his irritated nose.

“I am, but we also both know you’re kind of into it,” she smirks, and fuck, ok, sometimes he forgets Chrissy knows.

“Yeah but with other people, not myself,” the guitarist rolls his eyes, rubbing at them after.

“I know you’ve probably dreamed about yourself like this getting all taken care of by your knight in shining armor.”

Eddie’s mouth drops open slightly, eyes wide.

“What the fuck…”

Chrissy just laughs and leans over, ruffles his hair.

“Just saying, maybe cuddle with Holiday before we go see Steve tonight. Because we are definitely going, I wanna meet him and Robin.”

“I’m not going to make myself miserable and embarrass myself in front of him. Besides, he’s probably grossed out with this stuff like most people are,” he glares, rubbing his nose again, feeling it get runny.

“But he could take care of y-“

“iiGKktch’EW! hihkshh’uhEW ihKxtchuhEW!”

“-ou. Bless you.”

Holiday looks up at Eddie when he sneezes, then nuzzles his arm.

“Ugh, you’re lucky you’re sweet,” he grumbles towards her, already rubbing his nose again. Fuck it itches.

“ihnGKtCHuhew! hihIKshh’EW! iiGkshuhEW! Oh my god,” the sniffle is soupy and stuffy and Chrissy winces.

“You’re the reason this is happening Chrissy,” Eddie huffs, grabbing his bandana from his pocket to wipe at the mess he can feel around the divot under his nose. Three more days and he’ll be free from the dog.

#my fic #em #st #cc #asks #ytau

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brokentoys · 1 year

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Riddler was shown to be neglected and abused in the comics. Neglected by an alcoholic mother, and often beaten by a violent father. He was also abused by his father in The Batman 2004 series.

In comics, especially the "Solitaire" one, Eddie's been shown to be mistreated by the workers at Arkham Asylum. During Knightfall, he even confronted one that told him he'll never be sane, and he's been stated as "incurable" by Harleen before.

In the Animated Series, Eddie becomes the Riddler because he was used by his corporation and cheated out of money. We rarely ever see Riddler around any of the other villains. Other than once in trial, he doesn't seem particularly close to them or anyone for that matter.

In Gotham City Sirens, when Eddie was suffering with guilt, paranoia, insecurity, and his unwell conscience trying to convince him to return to the Riddler - it was being used by his friends (the Sirens) that really breaks him. (Until Tony Daniels stepped in with Detective Comics/Batman, but I refuse to acknowledge those horrible comics)

In The Batman 2022, Riddler grew up in an abusive orphanage, which led him to feel as though the government had failed him.

In Detective Comics Annual #8, Riddler goes on about how neglected he was, how he was bullied, and nobody cared, and also finally admits that he isn't just a criminal, but still that lonely child wanting love. In Zero Year, Batman points out in similar fashion that Riddler just wants attention. Riddler also mentions having a "thug father" in that same comic.

Riddler was also abused by his father in the Arkham series. The way he speaks about Batman in City sounds very similar to his father, then Arkham Knight confirms that Riddler projects his father on to Batman by literally saying, "Die, father!" during his boss fight. Riddler also starts out similar to Batman 2022 Riddler by wanting to expose the corruption of the government.

Whenever Eddie reforms, be it the Animated Series universe, or the general comics - almost everybody rejects Eddie. He rarely receives support even when he's being genuine, and he's told that he'll just "go back to his ways" and that he'll never be "good." Even when other reforming rogues receive more support than Eddie.

Eddie highly likely developed NPD due to excessive abuse and neglect throughout his childhood. He had no friends back then, and now his NPD keeps him from getting more.

What I'm saying is that, almost always, Eddie is a tragically mistreated and lonely character - and not only during his childhood, either. In many incarnations, Eddie is usually abused, used, or mistreated in severe ways that are almost always the reason that pushes him over the edge and inspires him to become the Riddler. What's even sadder is that Eddie has acknowledged how painful the loneliness is - yet he gets no help. It makes me sad, but it also makes him so fascinating. Though, it's a shame that nobody really acknowledges the lonely tragedy that's Edward Nigma - and instead, just goes on about how he's "uninteresting" or "too wacky."

#( 🧩 ✧ INFERIOR PUPPETEER ✧ | OOC )

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angi-writes-filth · 1 year

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HIIII! I noticed I never made an introduction for my blog but I GUESS BETTER LATE THAN NEVER, RIGHT???

The name's Angi (pronounced 'ahn · ggee'), from "anguila eléctrica" (electric eel) which I'm apparently very akin to???? Anyway-- LKASMDLDMA.

I'm 21 years old (9/12; yes, I'm a Virgo ASASDSA), I'm Latina (South-American), and I speak English like absolute shit. Still I don't seem to have the ability to shut up so be ready if you decide to follow me aaaaaa.

I don't have a DNI, because I don't want anyone to feel like they can't enjoy my blog and its, uh, questionable contents, but please don't be an asshole to me or to other people! Being nice is free, making other people happy is beautiful, and the block button is a wonderful thing lmao.

Some of the fandoms I'm in include:

Resident Evil (specially Luis Serra my papichulo culón).

Batman (Jason Todd simp arfarf)

Jujutsu Kaisen (Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro kinda?)

The Evil Within (Stefano Valentini and Juli Kidman)

Outlast (mostly Eddie but I'm down bad for everyone asfads--)

Slasher fandom (Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Ghostface, The Grabber, etc.)

Hollow Knight

Fate (mostly Grand Order)

Naruto (Obito Uchiha, Tobirama Senju)

I know the lore of FNAF but I'm just barely in the fandom (mostly for William "Murder Daddy" Afton content arf arf)

Call Of Duty (mostly MW/John Price)

Miguel O'Hara (así a secas aasfadas--)

And probably many others I can't think of atm aaaaa.

I'm very energetic and I love talking to people online, so I'll be more than happy to interact even if I'm awkward as fuck!! I'm also a proshipper (non-discourse blog) and I'm shamelessly hornyposting like 80% of the time, just in case you may want to keep that in mind.

I occasionally write (#angi writes filth), may drop some headcanons (#angi thinks filth) or ramble about my random ideas (#angi rambles filth), post some memes (#angi memes filth), but more often than not I'll publish some drawings (#angi draws filth). My personal tags are #angi talks filth (for more casual talk), #angi answers filth (for asks and tag games), #angi vents filth (for my sad boi character arc), #angi's filthy love life (for when I'm heartbroken and complaining pipipi), #angi rps filth (for AI chats and the like), #angi fashions filth (for fashion talk) and #angi's filthy face (for the rare occasion I might curse your dashes with my ugly ass face).

I am bisexual and demisexual; my gender's a mystery so don't ask me about it LMAO. OH, and I have DID, but my bois don't like to talk to people so lmao you might not even notice. I'm ALSO a big tiddy goth girlfriend so you'll hear me ramble about fashion probably a lot more than is considered normal.

I'm running out of things to say and this shit's getting long, so THANK YOU and I'M SORRY if you made it this far. I hope we'll get along and something about my blog brightens your day!! BESITOOOOOS~

(have some pretty luis as my way to say goodbye *mwah mhwamhwa mwah mwah mwah mwah* //kissing screen)

#angi talks filth #PINNED POST #ARF ARF ARF

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canongf · 7 months

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What current f/o thoughts are on your mind? —Nic

@me-myself-and-my-fos - they're eddie thoughts!!! they're always eddie thoughts!!!

i'm just thinking about the way eddie loves. i'm thinking about the way eddie loves me, specifically. he's so unashamed and uninhibited and he loves me the same way. he's so passionate and he loves me the same way. there are no limits.

i think of the fact that the song 'master of puppets' came out just a few weeks before he played it on top of that trailer, which means for weeks eddie sat in his room and he practiced, and he practiced, and he practiced, because he just wanted to learn. and how he's learned me as well as he learned that song.

and he loves me. he loves me at the rawest version of myself. he loves me when i don't wear makeup and he loves me when i wear his jeans with an oversized hoodie. he loves me when i haven't washed my face or brushed my teeth. he compliments the things i'm insecure about and he lovingly pats my belly after i eat, reminding me that i'm doing good by feeding my body.

he loves me when i'm happy and he loves me when i'm not. he doesn't mind that i get sad when i'm tired, because it means he gets to hold me. he thinks i'm cute when i'm crying 'cause my cheeks get all pink, and he wipes my nose for me on his own sleeve. he tells me stories to help me sleep at night. some he reads from a book, some he makes up on the spot (usually about a princess and a knight; me and him).

he puts everything he has into our relationship. he is my best friend and my boyfriend, my protector, my comfort, my heart and soul. he is the best thing to ever happen to me. he loves me. i am so lucky to be loved by him.

#going to cry now bc i have sooo many feelings about him #i love him i love him i love him #THANK U FOR GIVING ME THIS EXCUSE TO TALK ABT HIM NIC!!!#ask liv #🦇 ask #me-myself-and-my-fos #nic tag #self ship #self shipping

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ribs-leftonrepeat · 2 years

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Ok, so for the last few days I had read wonderful Au’s about Eddie and Chrissy being in a Dungeon and Dragons world. So I wonder, why don’t give it a try? And sooooo, here are my headcanons, please, be aware that english is NOT my first language so there’s gonna be a lot of grammatical mistakes and I’m going to repeat the same word like 20 times :

TW: ed mencions, bullying, Chrissy's mother being a b***

The Kingdom of Hawkins is ruled by the Cunninghams, integrated by King Phillip, Queen Laura and the “princess of the people” Christina, heir to the throne.

Christina, or Chrissy which she prefers (but only her closed ones called her that nickname) is loved by everyone in town. Whereas her parents are more concerned about the kingdom riches, Chrissy spent more of her time walking across the streets of her realm, seeking that her people are getting enough food, that they feel secure and also that they get the feeling that they are getting seen.

That is why all the people in Hawkins couldn't wait until she was declared Queen.

Since she was a little girl, she always enjoyed watching the shows that took place in the streets.

But she always wore a cloak because she didn’t want to draw people's attention. And she also was accompanied by his loyal guardian and keeper, the mighty knight Sir James Hopper.

One day, when she was 8 years old, while Hopper was very entertained talking to Miss Joyce Byers, the principal teacher of the town, princess Chrissy heard a beautiful sound. She followed the melody and, surrounded by a considerable amount of people, she saw a young boy, buzz cut, doe brown eyes, enchanting smile, playing a guitar (let’s imagine that is a guitar from the middle ages) and singing.

In one moment, his eyes fell on her face and for the rest of the song he couldn’t move his stare to anyone else.

When he finishes, all the people put coins in a hat that was on the floor. As the people began to spread away, princess Chrissy walked towards the boy, but suddenly, a bunch of kids appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the hat full of money.

“Well, well, well. You made quite the money Munson. Who would know that some shitty song would get you this?”

All of a sudden, one of the boys grabbed Munson’s guitar and crashed on the floor. The delicate piece of wood broke in a thousand pieces. Another boy pushed the poor singing boy into the ground and all of the gang of misfits started kicking him.

Chrissy had enough, so she raised her voice. The gang of boys turned their faces towards her, they approached her but they stood immediately when they saw the imposing figure of Sir Hopper, guarding the tiny but mighty figure of princess Chrissy.

The boys ran quickly. Chrissy then approached the singing boy and began to help him.

He introduces himself. His name is Eddie Munson, the nephew of one of the building workers. Eddie saw that the boys stole all his money so that makes him angry and sad. His uncle didn’t gain much because he has a back problem so he can’t make a lot of repairs on the houses of the realm.

Chrissy, seeing that all of his earned money was stolen, takes out her hairlock, a beautiful blue stone. She gives it to Eddie and tells him that with the money, he buys another guitar and gets medicine or treatment for his uncle.

Hopper is watching this exchange (with a tiny smile) and tells Eddie that he would make sure that those boys would never bother him again

Eddie (which we already know is enamored by this beautiful girl) asks her what her name is.

But before she can answer, another guard of the palace appears.

“Sir Hopper, I’m sorry, but we need to take princess Christina to the castle. The king says there are important visitors that came to pay their respects to the kingdom”

Eddie’s eyes get really wide. He was talking to their princess.

Chrissy, with an ashamed look, turned to Eddie. Then, with a tiny smile, she whisper closed to his ear

“You can call me Chrissy”.

The years would pass but Eddie never forgot those stoning blue eyes that captivated him the first time he saw them.

He sold the heirlock, but he gained enough money with his performances so he rebought it. Every Night, before bed, he takes his time to look at it and remember the first and only time that he talked to the princess’s people. He slept with a smile on his face after that.

Maaaany (ok, no so many, but, you know, dramatic) years later.

Princess Christina growed to be a lovely, beautiful young woman. She remain kind, nice, empathic and caring for her kingdom.

Her education was hosted by Master Murray. He was an expert of old and new languages and the history of the world.

Her mother was opposed to that, but her father decided to keep it.

“She always would have interesting conversations with her husband, he would never get bored and leave her.”

And yes, her mother would always criticize Chrissy. Her posture, her decisions, how connected she is with the people in town.

But mostly, her body. Her mother would make nasty comments about her daughter's weight and tell her that nobody would ever love her if she didn’t lose a few pounds.

Because of this, Chrissy’s demeanor starts to fall. The smiles that she always gave to the people became less huge and the light in her eyes started to fade.

And then, there’s Jason. Heir of the House Manson, one of the most powerful houses in the whole kingdom. That’s why he would marry princess Christina because the kingdom would get more profits.

Jason only sees princess Chrissy as a trophy, something shiny that would get him more attention and respect.

So yes, Chrissy’s life doesn't seem so bright at all.

And then, Vecna happens.

Henry Creel was a wizard. When the king Phillip (Chrissy’s father) was a prince. Henry was part of the light side. With his powers he helped the less fortunate and cured the sick.

But suddenly, his thirst for power began. He wanted to get more powerful, to become mighty and unstoppable. He wanted control.

The new king Phillip, scared by this behavior, tried to speak with Creel (they were great friends before) but Henry wouldn’t listen, he already was experimenting with the dark magic.

So, with all the pain in his heart, king Phillip decided to arrest him.

Henry was powerful, he took a lot of brave warriors lifes and for every dark magic that he used, his body would start rotting. It was at that moment that he decided to go by the name of Vecna.

And then, a mysterious magician appeared and sent Vecna to another dimension, banishing him from this world.

But he wouldn’t leave without a warning.

“I would make you suffer, Phillip. I’ll be back, stronger and ruthless. I will sink this kingdom in darkness and I will take everything you love from you.”

The mysterious magician that defeated Vecna disappeared without a trace, people said that they shared their knowledge with an apprentice but that was never confirmed.

Present time

Close to the princess's 18th birthday. Vecna comes back.

He started to give a few people of the realm nightmares, and a few days later he killed them.

His modus operandi is like the show.

People in the realm began to feel scared and demand help from the king.

Master Murray deciphers how Vecna kills his victims but he doesn’t know how to stop him.

And then, princess Chrissy starts to have nightmares and hears a grandfather clock.

Not wanting to worry her parents or the townspeople, Chrissy tells Murray her symptoms. He decides to seek for help in his books,and then, because the princess is getting out of time, he comes up with a plan.

He will give Chrissy a potion that will make her sleep indefinitely. Of course, this potion comes with a cure, but she will be awakened when Vecna was defeated.

Murray goes to our dearest Eddie Munson, who apart from being an entertainment he is also a botanist and great with potions.

When Eddie knows that Chrissy is cursed he promises that he would do anything in his power to save her…and we see that because he realized that he doesn’t have the ingredients to make the cure for the potion.

And here began the quest (Alexa, played the soundtrack from Lord of The Rings please)

Ok, so Master Murray tells Sir Hopper the situation and with other people (yep, The Party) decides to divide the group in two:

One part of the group will go the south to collect the ingredients for the cure to wake Chrissy, and the other part would go to the North to search for the apprentice of the magician that defeat Vecna (and yes people, that’s our precious El/Jane)

The people that would go South is Eddie, because he knows the ingredients, Jonathan, friend of Eddie who is also good with potions and idioms. Nancy Wheeler, Chrissy’s company lady who somehow realized that her best friend is cursed and decides to do anything to help her (and she isn’t some damsel in distress people, that girl CAN use a sword).

We also have the squire Lucas Sinclair and one of the best archers in the kingdom: Max Mayfield. They are in charge of the security of this group.

And now, the group that would go North are the knights Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley (ok, in this world, women can be part of the king's army, we don’t have misogyny here), courageous warriors but also, dingus. The squires Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson, the latter being a smarty-ass but with a golden heart and finally Will Byers which is also good with potions and idioms (because the path to find and defeat Vecna is full of riddles and codes). And later on, we discover that Will has magic, something that he also doesn’t know yet.

And Sir Hopper decides to stay in Hawkins (reluctantly) to defend it if Vecna decides to attack with his army. Murray stays also, he would take care and guard the security of the princess.

Oh! and before Chrissy drinks the poison, we have a cute and magical meeting with Eddie and Chrissy. He makes her remember their meeting and gives her the heirlock. She grabs it, but then decides to give it back to him.

“You can return it to me when you wake me up. I hope that this would keep you safe” “I promise princess that I would do anything to see your magic gaze again”

And then, the adventure begins.

Ok, so after writing this… I don't know what this is. I just needed to share it with the world because I’m in love with fantasy stories and ugh, imagine Eddie conquering his fears for his love for Chrissy and the badass battles that both groups would face (because Vecna knows of the plan to seek the cure’s ingredients and he sends his minions to stop that group). AND the final battle, the army of Hawkins ready to fight for their kingdom.

I hope that with this you can imagine better ways to carry one this story and SORRY for the lack of love between Eddie and Chrissy… oh god, I’m such terrible to describe love:(((

#fanfic ideas #fanfic inspo #eddissy #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #au #fantasy au #if any of you want to make a real story out of this feel free to do it

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