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🍱, 🍛, 🥮 for this bad boy and 🔪, 📌, ❤️, 🖊 for this one! <3
Ohh, Melia, you are spoiling me tonight! 💜💕
🍱 Do you read your own fics?
Recently, I've been reading my own fics more and found it quite enjoyable (self-indulgent stuff enjoyable? who'd have thunk?), but there was a time I avoided doing it as much as possible. 😅 I didn't want to go through my own stuff just to get to cringe at all the typos and mistakes I'd possibly-and surely-have made. 🙈
🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?
I haven't gotten that many comments to my fics overall, but a couple of comments were left that made me grin like an idiot. 😁 I miss that feeling.
🥮 Do you have any writing milestones you're working toward?
I was actually supposed to answer this question in this reply, but had apparently mistook the emoji for another. 🙈 Anyway, my current Witcher/Gallahir wip that I've been writing for a while now (and talked plenty of about recently) is probably something akin to that. I've written it a lot, I'm still actively working on it and I can hardly wait to finally post chapter one on ao3- which I hope will be soon. So, yeah. :D I don't know if it's going to be anything special but to me it has been pure joy writing it so far, so I hope it will be that also to those who ship it with me.
🔪 Fuck marry kill 3 tropes (asker’s choice of tropes).
You didn't give me any tropes to fuck marry or kill, soooo~
Soulmate AU - Fuck. I swear I can never get enough of it. Two souls being bound to each other and stuck with each other. Usually comes packaged with Hurt/Comfort, which I absolutely also can never get enough of.
Mutual Pining - Marry. There is a reason why I love bringing this into my own writing. I just love reading about two people having feelings for each other, but they're so dumb and awkward it almost hurts (except it doesnt, it makes me giddy).
Mpreg - Kill. Okay, so, while I have read a few of these actually (:D) and while I do enjoy the omegaverse stuff in general, I usually lose my interest very quickly the point they start bringing kids into the scenery. It's just not for me I guess. D:
📌 If all your fics/WIPs fell off a ship and were drowning (go with it), and you could only save one, which would it be?
I would save my current Roommates AU. :P I've written so much of it already, why would I suddenly want it to drown??? I'm willing to sacrifice everything else to save it. *cries*
❤️ Who is your favorite character to write for and why?
With ST, Billy has been my obvious choice because I relate to his anger issues, being an older sibling etc. Writing him just felt so natural at times, it almost felt scary.
With Gallahir, I seem to keep switching sides because I guess I find both characters a little relatable in their own ways. Or then I just project a lot onto them, heh.
And since I remember last writing Valeveira (RE3) before these two (again I didn't publish shit), I found Jill quite relatable as well. She's very focused and goal-oriented to the point of neglecting everything else in her life (relatable), and she can be also a sarcastic hard ass, which I also found quite relatable, haha, so yeah.
#thanks for the ask!#hotdadlicense#fic writer asks#<333#replies#oh gosh it's 4am in the morning i should probably sleep#i gotta wake up for work around 8 :P
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Mom and Dad are fighting on Christmas 🎄⛄🖤
Miguel O'Hara x wife reader
TW: MINORS DNI, angst, relationship and marriage troubles, fighting, insecurity, jealousy, postpartum, talk of divorce, mild smut at the end (p in v, idk to me it's mild, I've seen worse) word count 3.3k
Credit to the gif owner keezinemugstudent! 🙏🏽
Synopsis: your marriage to Miguel is on the brink of collapse. He wakes up and tries to fix it on Christmas. Jerry Maguire inspired. 😁
Valentine's Day spinoff sequel
I tried to write something angsty. Hope everyone had/is having a good holiday season! ⛄
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Miguel's in the doghouse and he knows it. You requested a separation after you reached your limit. The kids were sick in the weeks following Thanksgiving and before Christmas and he spent the whole time working late and coming home at suspicious hours in the morning, leaving you drowning. You and the kids were piled in yours and Miguel's bed when you'd hear him come home, the front door closing and his familiar footfalls dredging down the hall, pausing only at the fridge before passing out on the couch. Oh you hated him right now. The resentment had creeped in and poisoned the marriage inside and out when he became exceedingly obsessed with work.
Protecting the stability of the multiverse was a huge undertaking, but, like all things in his life, Miguel took it to the next level. But when it came to his personal life, he was grievously lacking. The passion where you two would do it twice a day and couldn't keep your hands out of each other's pants? Ancient history. The small pecks you'd trade in the mornings were a thing of the past. Gone were the days you two would text all day and go out for dates. You didn't so much as get an "on my way home" text, instead letting the sound of his car pulling in the driveway be your confirmation of his return. You two were more roomates at this point than husband and wife.
Traditionally, on Christmas Eve after the kids went to bed, you two would take that time for each other, eating the cookies for Santa that were conveniently your favorite kind, placing the presents you two carefully shopped for and wrapped (well, mostly you wrapped), under the tree. A hysterical giggle would escape your lips at the milk mustache on Miguel's face. Then you'd two get busy on the floor in front of the fireplace, fighting back laughter as you tried to keep your moans down, every year struggling a little bit more than before because your knees weren't what they used to be before taking it to your bedroom for one more round before the chaos of Christmas morning began.
He was perfect in the beginning. The romance between you two used to be at an all time high. He was a nerd in the same friend circle when you knew him in high school, wickedly smart, the guy who won the Robotics and Math Olympiad comps and got visits from Ivy League college STEM departments, eager to scoop up his talent. Sure, he was cute, but when he went to college is when you heard he had a major glow up and became kind of cocky. You heard about how he became Spider-Man and was pretty much the greatest thing since sliced bread in the eyes of the people, saving lives and fighting villains and all. You knew how the opposite gender seemed to malfunction and forget how to act around him, so you stifled away your tiny crush you had on him for years in the smallest crevice in your brain in a forgotten folder, never thinking it'd see the light of day.
When you saw him at your high school reunion, you decided to be brave and remark on how they're playing Nickelback, which he shrugged and said he actually enjoyed them, to which you sheepishly admitted that you really enjoyed them deep down too, you just couldn't resist making yourself the person to talk shit, since there's always gotta be one hater when Nickelback comes on. A canon event, if you will. This earned a tiny side smile from him, a chink in his stoic armor. After 8 beers, some flirty jests, and a little backseat rendezvous in his car, that became the last night that you two spent apart.
You were a single mom and he was a single dad. He had Gabi who was now 10 and you had Marcus who was now 6. Then you two had little Anthony together who was now 2. At first he was at all the doctors appointments, all the parent teacher conferences, he knew what the kids were doing in school. He did bed times every night, reading in a silly voice with Gabi and Marcus both balancing on his lap while you rocked baby Anthony, smiling when you heard the kids giggling from the other room. You'd walk in after baby Anthony fell asleep in his crib, your heart melting as you saw this handsome giant of a man usually known to be cold and serious to everyone else, turn into the doting husband and loving father you knew him to be. Now, years of the monotony of every day life, pressures of raising a family, and the dying egalitarian attitude you two had as partners snowballed into your own version of Gottman's four horses, leading your marriage to Miguel into apocalypse.
At first, he welcomed the separation as you two battled in the kitchen.
"You wanna separation, fine, I'll do you one better. I'll fucking leave! Felicia's better company anyway," he smirked.
There wasn't real truth behind his statement, but he knew it would hurt you when you heard it. He'd be lying if he said Felicia wasn't an attractive woman, but, she simply wasn't you. He had learned his lesson on cheating years ago when he fumbled his relationship with Gabi's mother.
Ouch. But his words could be daggers when he wanted them to be, and he knew just how to twist them into you. Of course it was Felicia. Felicia, the gorgeous Black Cat recruit from work. Her silvery hair that halted midway down her back and startling blue eyes that could drown any man in them. She didn't have kids either, a life with her promised excitement, passion, and freedom. She was witty and funny and had a way of making anyone in her vicinity listen when she spoke. And to add insult to injury, she had a killer body.
After giving birth, you became so busy, and with reassurance from Miguel that you were still beautiful to him, you let your desire to get your body to "snap back" sit on the back burner. Signs of motherhood and postpartum marked you with purple stripes running vertical on your soft belly and a new plushness to your thighs. Basically, Felicia was a complete 180 from the woman you were, which made the sting of his words that much more unbearable. He took your vulnerabilities and threw them in your face.
"Oh so you admit it, finally! I know there was something going on between you two. Makes sense. She's a gorgeous woman, right? She can fucking have you then. What, are you in love with her?"
Miguel rolled his eyes, annoyed with the superficialness of your statement and your obsession with looks, despite him reassuring you many times that he wouldn't look at other women.
"I'm not in love with her, but she doesn't nag me all the fucking time like you do. I bust my ass every day for this family so you don't have to work. I don't know who this new woman is that I'm looking at right now and what she's done with my wife, but it's not the woman I fell in love with. It would be nice if you could show me a little appreciation once in a while."
You felt your blood pressure rise.
"Appreciation.... APPRECIATION, are you fucking kidding me?! I was up all goddamn night with Gabi and Marcus. I run this fucking household all by myself. I quit my fucking career to stay home and raise your kids. Do you not understand how lonely that is?"
"I'M LONELY!!! " he yells, triggered, the feelings bottled up, fizzed over and hurtled at you like a cork on a champagne bottle. "How do you think I feel? I got women at work practically throwing themselves at me but I don't do anything about it because I'm a good husband. Meanwhile, my own wife doesn't wanna fuck me. I'm a prisoner in my own fucking house."
Your eyes almost slipped from their sockets from rolling them so hard. He seemed to want a cookie and a gold star for just being loyal, the bare minimum.
"Oh, so you wanna fuck them? Go ahead! Maybe I'd fuck you if you actually gave a shit about me and not like I'm some damn fleshlight you use to get off!" You hurl back.
He left and checked into a hotel down the street.
A few weeks had passed and it was now Christmas. You were getting used to being separated but your heart still ached in your chest. You couldn't go on doing life, when the one person you did life with was nowhere to be found. You couldn't listen to your favorite songs, eat your favorite foods, or even look at your own children without being reminded of him. Gabi was his spitting image. Same with Anthony. Even Marcus, who was his stepson, started adopting Miguel's mannerisms. The way he'd scratch his head while he did his math homework, deep in concentration.
It was Christmas evening at your mom's. You joined the other women in your family, your non-politically correct Aunt, your soft spoken sister-in-law, your mother with a don't-try-me attitude, and your younger sister with a sass to rival your mother's. You were all complaining about the men in your lives, your aunt rattling off about her 3 ex husbands but, 'hey she collects alimony from two of them so she can't complain!', your younger sister complaining about the frat guys at college who just wanna get in your pants, your sister in law who's silent the whole time (your brother treats her like a queen), and your mom about your asshole dad with an erratic mother who was incapable of cutting the apron strings and made her life a living hell. The kids are laughing and playing in the basement, eagerly trying out their new Nintendo Switch Santa left under the tree.
"I'm here for my wife."
Your feminine council meeting is interrupted by an unwelcome masculine figure. It's your estranged husband, Miguel, the coffee-colored strands of hair that hung over his forehead starting to wet from the snowflakes that melted under the warmth of the room as he stepped inside, a look of regret and longing embedded in his eyes that you hadn't seen since your earliest days of knowing him.
His strong hands dangled at his sides in fists, his chest heaving up and down. His navy blazer bearing dark water stains from the melted snow. He had a revelation at work. He and Peter B. stopped an anomaly that was terrorizing the streets of Queens in Peter's universe. The battle was close, almost a little too close to where he lived, putting MJ and Mayday in direct danger. After the job was done, the moving and emotional reunion between Peter B., MJ, and Mayday was his epiphany.
As the little family reveled in their joy and relief of evading the ultimate disaster, the only thing there for Miguel at the point of his return was the inanimate, empty, thin walls of his apartment and the thoughts of you, his severed family, that inevitably haunted him. He needed you back. He needed to apologize and fix it now.
He ran from your house to your mom's in the snow and all. It was the first Christmas Eve he spent not in between your thighs and buried deep inside you. It was the first Christmas morning he didn't wake up to Gabi's blueberry pancakes and Marcus tackling him while Anthony screamed in delight. It was going to be the first Christmas night without his family by his side, an uncomfortably obvious empty seat at the table he rightfully belonged. Next to you.
Sometimes you don't know the value of something until it's gone. Sometimes life gets in the way and you forget to appreciate the person in front of you. Why did I treat my wife like garbage when all she ever wanted was for me to ask how her day was? Why were we on our way to winding up like both sets of our parents? Doomed to repeat the cycle of divorce and hurt. Doomed to lose your faith in love and marriage like all the maternal figures in your family before you did.
Now here he was, in the living room while your mom, sister, and aunt moved towards each other, eyes squinting, three pitbulls willing to jump in on your behalf while your sister in law just stayed frozen in place. He was in enemy territory and he needed to choose his words carefully.
"Not here Miguel..."
"YES here. Right now." He says in a firm voice. "You're not getting rid of me, woman."
You scoff, almost amused by his sudden urgency and painting you like you're the one who wanted this family to be broken apart.
"The kids are downstairs..." you start to say, hoping that the mention that innocent ears could be prying into the adult conversation would help him simmer down.
"I'll see them in a minute." He says flatly.
"I miss my wife...."-he chokes on the last word, wife.
"And I want her to come home." He knew at any time his words would give way to the reservoir of tears built up behind it.
You stood there, incredulous.
"I don't want to come home to an empty apartment. I don't want my own bed. I'm ashamed it took me losing you and the kids for me to wake up. And, I'm so so sorry. I'll do whatever I can to be better. To be a better man for you and the husband that you needed. We both got caught up in real life and focused on the kids so much that we lost each other. Well, this is me trying to find my way back."
Your lips parted slightly as your breathing became heavier. This was all you ever wanted to hear him say. Stop neglecting the love between you two that laid dormant, a plant starved of sunshine. For him to finally shake off the stubborn shackles that was his ego and express himself to you. Let him allow you back into his heart, no longer as a guest, but a permanent resident.
"You're... you're everything to me. And I'm not leaving here tonight until you let me know if you'd allow me the opportunity to get hurt by you again," a tear rolled down his cheek, his scarlet eyes yearning, his hands pining for the feel of you. As though the madness of not having you alone could stop his heart from beating, stop his world from turning, rearrange life as he knew it into a hollow existence not worth seeing.
Your own reservoir could not be held back any longer and started to roll down your cheeks. He managed to peel back the walls you built with his apology, revealing the woman underneath who just missed her husband.
He steps closer to you now, eager to bridge the rest of the space between your bodies.
"You still love me?" he asked softly.
Your chest heaves, shoulders raising then falling sharply, feeling yourself crack with exasperation under his burning gaze as you softly answer,
"Never stopped."
He grabs you and pulls you into him, his embrace is tight as though you'd disappear if he dared to break it. He tangles a hand in your hair and presses his cheek into your head, his eyes closed, drinking in the scent he'd been away from for weeks. You bury your face in his chest, trying to make yourself small and allowing his frame to swallow you whole, not minding his wet shirt and blazer that still have a slight chill on them from the storm outside, allowing your body heat to seep into his. You both began to rock back and forth a little bit, still locked inside your hug. It was as though the passing of time had evaporated and it was only you two in the room, nevermind your family witnessed the whole thing.
After several long moments, you pull apart and he offers you one of his dazzling smiles, one you hadn't seen in months. The kids have made their way upstairs and shriek with excitement when they see their dad and Miguel bends down to scoop them up. You smile and stand beside your mom who scoops you into a side hug. With her blessing, Miguel stays and celebrates the rest of Christmas with you and your family.
Gabi, Marcus, and Anthony are now all tucked in. The sugar from the chocolate they consumed all day had worn off, making them crash hard in their beds. You and Miguel are cuddled up on the couch watching the fireplace, taking some needed time as a couple. You stroke his strong arms that are wrapped around you with your fingertips, watching the way the flames leap and spark in the air when they crackle against the charred wood. You look up at him and feel a wave of desire wash over you that you had pent up for months as you study his chiseled features and the way the fire's glow highlights his skin.
"Should we end this Christmas with a bang?" You ask, pun fully intended.
Miguel looks at you tiredly, trying to act like that wasn't a witty remark but he lets out a chuckle. "I'd love to," he whispers.
He takes both your cheeks in his large hands and brings his lips to you immediately. They're soft and full. You feel yourself melting into him every time he sandwiches yours in between them. He reclines you backwards, slowly, until he's on top of you. He lets the weight of his body and hips come down on you little by little, making you arch your back, so your body can better receive him.
Once he lets you taste his tongue, you open your mouth wider, permitting him to deepen the kiss, tossing kindle onto the growing flame between you two, and it's not the one in your fireplace. You take your turn to dial up the heat, seizing his bottom lip in a gentle nip from your teeth, earning a low groan from Miguel and a tightened grip on your hair.
As you continue your steamy makeout session, he begins to hump gently against your clothed body, a nonverbal plea for the wet friction only the inside of you can provide.
After your frantic hands strip each other of your clothes, you've transitioned so you're straddling him in the lotus position, goosebumps popping up all over your skin as your bare body meets his, a high pitched gasp escaping you as you sink down onto him, his mouth falling open and his eyes shutting closed as he breathes in your ear,
"God, I missed you, baby."
You whine into his neck as you coil your fists in his hair. His hands fly to the soft flesh of your sides, using them to move you up and down, his haggard breaths making you weaker and weaker by the minute. You hum,
"I missed you even more."
The next move of his hips is harder than you anticipated, causing your brain to go fuzzy with pleasure.
"How much?" he exhales in a sultry tone.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you all week,"your tone turning into pleading as you feel yourself approaching your limit.
Miguel can't help but feel himself lose his mind a little bit at your words and at your reaction, sensing you won't be able to hold on much longer.
He lays you down, while still keeping himself inside. He slows down to a more sensual pace, breathing in the sight of your wild hair clinging to the couch cushions, evidence of him hitting you in all the right spots every time the inner corners of your eyebrows squinch upwards and your lips fall open.
His loving eyes burn with worship of your body and how well you're doing as he runs a thumb along your chin then pulls down your bottom lip, leans in and mumbles quietly into your mouth,
"Merry Christmas, Mrs. O'Hara."
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#miguel o'hara#spotify#miguel x reader#miguel atsv#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel ohara#across the spiderverse#fanfic#miguel o'hara angst#Spotify#miguel o'hara smut
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hi i haven’t seen too many rory fics so i was wondering if u could do one where he’s getting ready at 7 in the morning for an interview and reader wakes up to him in the bathroom getting ready but she’s like extremely horny (like morning wood but for girls ;)) but she’s also like extremely tired cus it’s rlly early
and rory sees her and is like really sweet and goes to kiss her head say gm and give her a hug but when he tries to pull away he realizes that she’s like gripping him not letting him go and he’s like “babe i gotta finish getting ready” but she’s just holding onto his waist and rory’s all confused until she like looks up at him with eye bags and red shot doe eyes (but rory still thinks she’s beautiful ofc ;)) and is like “can you help me?”and rory’s confused at first but then realizes what she means when she slowly starts to take her panties off and then he’s like “you’re so tired tho” kind of laughing at her neediness but she’s like begging like “please?” with doe eyes n shit basically still half asleep but he gives in but is like “we hv to go quick cant b late” and he fucks her good and hard and like he’s holding both her legs up giving her a so much pleasure from the angle and he’s a little rough with her like grabbing her face and choking her and whispering dirty things into her ear and she’s like so tired but she’s staying up thru it and right after they cum she like falls asleep and he finds it really cute and is like “gn baby” and gives a her sweet goodbye kiss. :3
(dis is so much im so sorry)
ask & you shall recieve :))
"i need you." | rory culkin
off to the races. - lana del rey
female!reader x rory
word count: 747
contents: unprotected sex, p in v, creampie
p.s. i didn't write this with the intention of directing any disrespect towards rory's relationship :))
you rolled over as you felt the morning sun hitting your face. you slowly opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the light. you glanced at the alarm clock on your bedside table. it read 7:02am. you got out of bed, slipping on your robe and stumbling to the bathroom, seeing rory getting ready through the crack in the door.
you opened the door and walked in, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead before trying to brush you off, but you kept a tight grasp on him. you were so sleepy, but all you wanted was to be with him right then. you’d woken up feeling so needy for pleasure, so you weren’t ready to let him leave.
he looked at you, still trying to get you off of him. “i’ve gotta get to work, baby. i have an interview at 8 and i don’t want to miss the train.” you put your head on his shoulder and groaned. he lifted up your head and made you look at him, looking into your eyes. it was clear that you hadn’t had the best night.
your soft was soft and a little raspy. “i need you, baby. please. don’t go yet…” you looked at him, your big pleading eyes staring into his soul. and he noticed how your hips were just slightly grinding on his legs. he looked at your body in your robe, seeing as it revealed some of your cleavage. he looked down as you fiddled with your lacy panties, and he knew exactly what you were getting at.
you were making his mind wander. he surely couldn’t go to work without settling this matter, so he sighed as he reached his hands down to his belt, unbuckling it quickly. he pulled you into a passionate kiss, running his hands down your body as he picked you up and set you by the sink, helping you take off your robe.
he tossed it onto the ground and stared at your body for a moment, fully taking in your beauty. he pulled himself into you, starting to kiss your neck softly as he took off your soaked panties. you ran your fingers through his hair as your body grew warmer. your tongues started dancing together as he slowly rubbed your clit.
you whined as he teased you, but you both knew that you’d have to be as quick as possible. so he lined up his cock with your entrance before pushing it in. you moaned loudly. it felt so good to finally be filled up like this. he wasted no time thrusting into you. you wrapped your arms around his body as he pushed himself in and out of you.
deep groans were coming out of him. it was clear that he’d wanted this too. he kept your legs apart and circled your clit with his thumb. the room filled with your noises, them surely being loud enough to wake up the entire neighbourhood.
he gently grabbed your face and started speaking to you in between groans. “you feel so good, baby. just wanna make you feel good…” he started going faster with his movements, syncing his fingers with his thrusts. you were a moaning mess, tugging at his hair and feeling yourself losing control.
you started bucking your hips into his touch, feeling your body finally getting the relief that its been craving. he made sure to hit that perfect spot everytime, feeling as your pussy clenched around him. his groans became raspier the more frequent he got. you were both painfully close to such a satisfying orgasm.
his chest heaved up and down with each breath. “cum with me, baby… ” and that was all you needed to hear before completely letting yourself go, releasing all your cum on his cock. he looked down at the white ring around his length as precum started shooting from his tip. with one final thrust, he came inside of you. there was so much that when he pulled out, you were connected by a thick string of cum.
time was running short, so he didnt have to time take care of you like he usually did. so he carried you back to bed, you almost instantly falling asleep as your head hit the pillow. he smiled and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. then he walked to the door and walked out without a sound.
author's note: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while. so sorry for the delay but i hope you enjoyed it :))
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Day 2 of Rosain Quivan’s Daily Logs
Started December 7, 2023 at 10:00PM, Home
Finished December 8, 2023 at 10:42PM, Home
Log #2
Author's Notes:
I started this yesterday from a sudden shower inspiration thought. Who would’ve known that the most bizarre of ideas could be generated while cleansing yourself?
Anyway, this idea is just pure dialogue between Sniper and Scout from Team Fortress 2. No romance implied, but you could interpret it that way. I'll be completely honest with you- I'm very adamant when it comes to accurately representing their relationship, whether it be in a canon-compliant friendship / coworker way or in a romantic setting (specifically the latter, since I have to admit that I am an intense Speeding Bullet fan, though of course I love any other old depiction of the two, as well as other ships as long as they are respectfully expressed). Though this adamant demeanor towards accuracy helps me find out what I like to see in works including these two goofballs, I'm not entirely sure if I can transform those standards into my own writing... since I've never tried it yet! So, take this as another practice round, this time more centred on character depiction and dialogue (that, hopefully, doesn't sound like a cringey 15-year-old's WattPad fanfiction...)
Warning: a few colourful words here and there.
If you want a part 2 for this, let me know down below! I'll be happy to write anything, though. And also, if you have any feedback, please let me know! I strongly appreciate it :-)
Title: Intention.
Fandom: Team Fortress 2
Third-person objective
New Mexico, Badlands, Badwater Basin, (fixed the order; that was bugging me last time), RED Sniper's Campervan
Around 3:15AM, sometime during the Gravel War
“Snipes... Snipes, you awake?”
A long pause. Then, the sound of dog chains jingling. A bed creaks violently.
“Sniper, get up, you gotta help me here!”
A low grunt, a shift in the covers.
“Ngh… can’t this wait? It's..."
A shift in the sheets, someone leaning to squint towards a clock.
"Crikey, half past three?! What in God's name do you think you're doing?"
"Trying to wake your sleepy ass up, stupid!"
A loud groan. Possibly the sound someone rubbing their temples together.
"Did you know that the average human being needs shut-eye to survive? Ain't that wild? Or perhaps you didn't come along to learnin' that at kindie yet?"
"Oh, just... just shut up and help me out, will ya? Look, I'm sorry it's so late, but this is really, really urgent, okay? And this concerns more than just the both of us, but you were the closest person I could find, so I need you here. I promise, I'll be outta your hair after all this."
A sigh.
"... if this is an emergency with the sheila again, go ask Spy. I'm sure he'll be 'appy to see your squirmy little arse again."
"Hah! Yeah, as if. He's probably out screwin' the Eiffel tower or somethin'; wouldn't wanna see, much less hear that, though I can only imagine the snorting sound he'll make when he- argh, anyway, that's besides the point! Point is, it's not about Miss P, it's about..."
A pause.
"...it's about what? Who?"
"Well, it's about Engie..."
Another pause.
"...and? Come on, Scout, get to the point, or I'm going back to sleep."
"Okay, okay! Well, I don't exactly know how to put this, but I think- or at least I have a feelin'- that he might, maybe, possibly, be workin' ... for BLU."
The bed creaks again.
"What, you think we got an enemy Spy in the base?"
"No, it's not that. He passed the security check earlier, because I was on rounds for that today. I think that our Engie, like the real one, well, I think he's double-crossin' us or somethin'."
"And why do ya' think?"
"Well, this afternoon, near the intel room, I was sorting my comics out when I saw him doin' this thing, where he would be all suspicious lookin' and shifty-eyed, then he'd pull out one of those 'computah' things, or whatever they're called, and start typin' really fast, like he was in a rush or something. Then, whenever someone passed him, he'd shut the screen down really quickly like this-"
A clap.
"- and would look at the person with a goofy little grin, as if he wasn't just sendin' some, I don't know, ransom photos of someone's wife a few seconds ago. He even had the audacity to wave to Pyro when it walked by, and I think even it found it a bit weird 'cuz it made this strange garbly noise I've never heard it make before. But anyway, he'd open it again and do the same thing over and over again until it was lights out. It was so suspicious. I didn't say anything then, 'cuz, you know, I didn't want him to know I was staring at him like a creep or somethin-"
"Which you are."
"Whatever, now, get this-"
A dramatic pause. Two hands are slapped on someone's shoulders.
"I go back to my room, and you know how his is right next to mine?Well, I wait outside the door, and I'm about to say 'good night' or something like that and maybe sneak in a question about his secret porn addiction, but... he doesn't go to his room. No, he turns the corner, goes out... and starts headin' in the direction of BLU's base."
Silence for a moment.
"You sure he wasn't just, you know, heading out for a hookup or somethin'? I hear a lot of people south-east go troppo for one-night-stands."
A slight shaking movement from the hands to someone's shoulders, dog chains jingling.
"Argh, Snipes, freakin' please?! I'm bein' serious here. He doesn't usually do that, I'd know because every night he plays those cheesy old cowboy country songs on his radio and goes to sleep, which keeps me up all night because I can hear it through the freakin' wall. And don't you think it's a bit strange how he was reacting when he was on the 'puter? No one would do that, even if it's for a hot night out."
A hand grips one of the latter's on someone's shoulder, as if to push it off.
"Well, maybe for bogans like you, who don't have the slightest bit of public decency when it comes to flirtin' with any skirt you see. And what right do you have stickin' your nose in his business? He could have as well been headin' back to Teufort to buy some quick supplies for his sentries, or hell, maybe even just going to see The Admin."
"Well, actually..."
The hands slide off the shoulders.
"I may have trailed him a bit. You know, just outta curiosity."
"You- you followed him? In the middle of the night?"
"Look, man, I had to do what I had to do to make sure that I wasn't going to have my head end up in someone's refrigerator the next day."
"But you do realize that you were being just as suspicious, more so really, as he was by trailing him?"
"Well, yeah, but- okay, look, that don't matter now, alright? What matters now, is that I found out where he was going. And it was the BLU base, I saw him sneaking in without gettin' shot by a sentry or a look-out, but I couldn't stay for long since they woulda caught me instead. But luckily, his little visit wasn't without a little proof. Check what I found-"
Knuckles slide against firm wood as someone picks up a small metallic object from a nearby dresser, holding it in front of them.
"This."
Someone snatches the object, clicks on a lamp, and observes it intently. A sleepy yawn.
"What is it?"
"I think it's called a U.S. Bee, or something? I don't remember what he called it, but he told me it's like a little key you put inside the compooter and it stores, like, info and crap. I don't know, something nerdy that only he and Medic would understand."
"Hm.... An' how do you know it's his?"
An impatient whine.
"I don't know why you're being so skeptic and shit about this, Snipes, I literally told you the story and brought a goddamn piece of useful evidence! Do you still not trust me? What more do you want from me here? A picture of his ass in blue?! Wait a sec- hold on- are you freakin' workin' with him?!"
A quiet sigh, someone shaking their head.
"Alright, mate, I'm sorry, okay? Veg out, now. No, I'm not workin' with 'im, and I do trust you, I really do. It's just that... I find it hard to believe that Engineer of all people, a man with whom we've been working with for 4 years now, would all of a sudden head up and go against his entire team like that, especially in such a dangerous manner when he knows that someone else could be, you know, spyin' on him."
"I wasn't spyin' on him, I was just-"
"You said yourself it don't matter, so it don't. What I'm saying here is that we don't know his intentions here. For all we know, he could be using his little device of his to gather intel on the other team, or he could be, I don't know, doing a secret contract or something. I just feel that it's unfair that we rush to conclusions like that, especially for one of our coworkers who may really be doing us a service, mate."
Quiet for a bit.
"You alright there?"
"No, I- I get it... I just, I just really feel like I found out something critical, you know? Like, it's not everyday you see one of the team be so secretive like that, well, except I guess Spy."
"Well, we all have our own secrets, don't we?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
Quiet. A few gentle pats on the back.
"But... wouldn't it be a good idea to try and find out what that thing, like, has? I mean, you know, just to prove that Engie really didn't have any bad intentions?"
"Yes, but that would be quite a breach, no? He'll most likely be looking for it in the mornin' and if he finds out you were givin' his equipment an unauthorised burl, well, say g'day to your dispenser privileges for the month."
"Well, what if I did it now, while he's still away?"
A pause.
"That's risky."
"I'll be fine."
"Alright, you do you. But how would you know where to start? And if you did get it to work, understanding what you're seeing is another question entirely."
"Hmm..."
Someone rubs their finger over their chin, pondering.
"Oh, I know! Medic, he'll know. Those two dweebs spend so much time doin' those experiments together, I don't doubt he'll know what the heck to do with this. Plus, man probably never sleeps, so it's basically 24/7 with him."
"Okay. Well, chookas with that, mate. I'm heading back to nap. G'night now."
The sheets shift for a moment, before an arm reaches out to stop them.
"Ah, um- thanks, pally. For listenin' and all. I know you don't really believe me or anythin' but, uh, I'm glad you didn't doze off halfway through."
"No worries."
"Yeah."
A pause.
"So, ehm, I'm gonna do that now."
"Oh, yeah, right, I'll head out now. Night, Snipes."
"G'night."
The light clicks out, and a figure scurries away into the night. Then, a sudden shift.
"Wait a minute, how did you get inside?"
Credits: Team Fortress 2 by Valve
Image source: Team Fortress 2
Written by Rosain Quivan
Cross posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )
#tf2 sniper#tf2 scout#scout#sniper#sniperscout#sniper and scout are friends here but you can interpret it as whatever you wish#tf2#team fortress 2#writing#writing practice#rosain quivan's daily logs#tf2 engineer#tf2 engineer mentioned#red scout#red sniper#red engineer#tf2 pyro
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goodness gracious 13. brb x oc
a/n: ngl this chapter made tear up just the tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniest bit :,) also! Ref pics of the clothes because idk if i managed to explain them correctly???
Bea's bikini
Rooster's shirt (in my mind the flowers are a deeper red but it is p much like this )
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: suggestive content, Bradley being a sweetheart (and still horny),Bea learning how to be bolder
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“You want me to go where, with you?”
Shells blinked, holding up the pamphlet, the pink paper with the words ‘Pole dancing class’ written in purple, “It’s free to go during the weekends.” Bea’s green eyes turned to the drawn figure of the pole dancer with her legs open wide while holding herself up. She honestly wasn’t expecting to see Shells so early in the morning, already in workout gear with her blonde hair pulled up.
Beatrice rubbed her tired eyes, trying to wipe the sleep away, “But–” she looked at her phone, “It’s eight in the morning.” and she planned to wake up a bit later today.
“Yeah! Her class starts at nine and if we go fast we’ll be able to get the last spots.” Shells grins, but her friend is still confused “Bea, come on! It’s fun! If we get the spots we’ll save up for the next classes!”
“The next classes?”
“Yep! Come first, get it first, that’s the deal.” the blonde explains, “Now change so we can go!” she turned Beatrice around, pushing her inside her house and kicking the door with her foot. Jolene greeted Shells with jumps on her leg, before following the two women up the stairs. Beatrice was still waking up, holding up the piece of paper to read it better as Shells rummaged through her clothes.
“Where did you get this?”
“The lady who teaches, her husband is a regular.” she explains, to which Bea gives her a confused look, “Short stocky guy, has a funny laugh and tips well.” it takes a minute but Beatrice’s face relaxes as she remembered, “He gave some of these to me in hopes I could find anyone in the bar who’d be interested.”
“Oh.” she flips the pamphlet to see if there’s any other information, only to find it blank. She dropped her hands to her lap, yawning quietly as Shells placed the outfit on the bed, “Hm…okay…do I think I should tell Roos?How long do you think we’ll be there?”
“From what I’ve seen her classes don’t last too long, two hours tops. So we’d be out of there at eleven.”
“Oh, okay, good.” she smiles, “We’re having lunch together today.” Beatrice rolled her eyes at Shells teasing ‘wooo’, standing up to grab the lycra pants from her friend’s grasp, then the sports bra and fresh underwear. She changed quickly once she got in the bathroom, slipping on her sneakers and pulling her hair in a ponytail, while Shells’ leg bounced impatiently on the top of the stairs.
“Finally!” the blonde said, grabbing her friend by the wrist, “I just checked her profile, there are only two spots left, we have to go now.” Beatrice lets out a shout of surprise when Shells takes her down the stairs to the front door, bouncing on the spot as Bea locks it, then leading her to her own car. Bea complained about using her Subaru, but Shells shook her head, “No way we are using that fossil, we need to be quick!”
Beatrice frowns a bit but enters the silver Buick once Shells does the same, widening her eyes when the blonde steps on it, the tires screeching on the asphalt, “Shells!”
“We’ll be fine!” she smiles, tossing a look to her friend’s shocked face, “Just gotta be there before the others!” Beatrice only nodded mutely, clenching the seatbelt in hopes she could stabilize herself with Shells’ driving. She was always a fast driver, but this was a whole other level compared to the times she took her to work.
She didn’t even see much of the outside considering how blurry it had become, like a big kaleidoscope in real life. Beatrice’s body jolted forward a bit when Shells parked the car, she blinked while touching her arms, face and legs…okay she was still alive. “Come on!” Shells shouted, walking out of the car only for Bea to hurriedly to the same. Her friend suddenly grabbed her hand with force, speeding up her step.
Right on the opposite side of the sidewalk, were two other women who looked up the moment Shells parked and immediately hurried their steps towards the building they were all going into. Beatrice could hear Shells muttering curses as she practically dragged the brunette inside, “My name is Michelle Regina Benjamin! I was born on March 20th, 1995.” The woman writing down the names for today’s class jumped in surprise, Shells was looking down at her intensely.
The poor lady looked up at Beatrice, who smiled apologetically, “I-I’m Beatrice Schiavoni, S-c-h-i-a-v-o-n-i. I was born February 12th, 1993.`` She wrote both of their names, congratulating them on taking over the last two spots for the weekend, which made the blonde shout in triumph with her fists up in the air. Both Beatrice and the woman looked at her weirdly, with Bea awkwardly laughing and thanking the lady for her time.
“We fucking did it!” Shells fist pumped yet again, this time walking up a set of stairs with Bea next to her. There was music being played above their heads, which meant the studio was up the stairs.
“While I guess pole dancing is fun, did you have to be so…intense?”
Shells smirked, “Well, that’s because I saw her favored playlist and–” she pulls out her phone, opening the photo app, “Look!! Look!” The first name on the screenshot was no one other than Kylie Minogue, Shells favorite artist. Well, favoritism would be a light usage: Shells would talk about Kylie Minogue as if she was the most important deity in the whole world right now, no one would compare to what Miss Minogue was. Not to Shells at least.
“...ah, I see.” Bea nodded, the music getting louder as they reached the top steps.
“You know that if it has my Lord and Savior Kylie Minogue, I’m in…plus I’ve always wanted to do pole dance.” she hugs Beatrice to her side “aaaaand I’d have my best friend with me! So this will be very fun!”
They stop by a black door where they could hear the music pumping from the inside, Shells opening it up just enough to peek inside then nod towards Bea. It was a huge space with large windows that exposed the San Diego horizon, there was a radio on the corner of the room that vibrated with music, while in the center were eleven poles - two rows of five and one lonely pole in the front of them all - with enough space to be used by the group of people chilling about.
There were different body types and genders in the room, all of them wearing comfortable clothing for working out, some of them looked nervous just like she felt. Shells stood by Bea’s side while leaning on the wall opposite to the windows, waiting for the instructor to come inside.
It took a few minutes, but the lady finally stepped in. Bea and Shells were closer to the door so they saw the woman come in first. She was statuesque, tall and toned with long legs,her skin was tanned from being in the sun and her long black hair was up in a high ponytail. Bea and Shells looked mesmerized at the instructor, who smiled when turning to face them, “Hi! So good to see you girls here!” she dropped her pink duffel bag to the tiled floor, stepping to the middle of the room and clapping her hands once to call everyone’s attention.
Her name was Tiffany, but she wanted to be called Tiff for the time being of her class. She asked everyone’s names with a kind smile, then told them all to separate in duos, which Shells and Bea already were, then choose a pole to stand close by. She waited until everyone was settled, telling them to remove their shoes before stretching along with her.
Since Bea did yoga, some of the stretches were easy enough to do. She sent a quick look to Shells who winced while leaning forward to touch her toes, “You okay?”
“Oof, yeah.” the blonde grimaces, her face souring up “Just…my back feels tight.”
“Because you don’t stretch,” Bea says with a smile, giggling when Shells sends a glare her way, “I always tell you to.”
“Oh shush.” Then a quiet ‘ow’ follows soon after, with the blonde still grimacing when the stretching session is over. Tiff tells them to first and foremost clean their pole with the microfiber rag and alcohol solution she had separated for all of them in the back of the room, expressing that it has to be a sleek surface so their hands can hold without slipping.
When they patted the chalk on their hands, that’s when it began. Tiff said she’d start small since they were all beginners, going for a back arch then a back bend,reminding them all that they could make it sensual even the simplest of movements. It wasn’t bad, it was actually very fun, especially when they started climbing up the pole.
It was their first class so everyone was a bit nervous or stiff when it comes to what to do, but Beatrice couldn’t help but smile when she managed to do a carousel spin - a bit slow but she did it! - making sure to follow Tiff’s directions when it comes to be more sensual, tossing her hair back or bending her back in a certain way.
She’d never…managed to be sensual like Tiff said, but she couldn’t lie she felt really good doing so. This was very fun, more than she thought it’d be. By the time the class was over, she was sweaty and breathing heavily, but she didn’t think she would’ve liked it so much.She turned over to Shells who was leaning her butt against the wall while her hands were on top of her knees, supporting her upper body “That was fun!” the blonde nodded, chugging half of her water bottle, “We should definitely do it again.”
“Sure.” Shells says, swallowing her water down harshly, “Why not?” Funnily enough the blonde didn’t seem as excited as the brunette was.
Beatrice walked up to Tiff who was fixing up her things for her next class, “Um, excuse me.” Tiff looked over her shoulder to Bea then smiled, “Do you only do classes on the weekends…or?”
“Saturday are free classes, my classes go from Tuesday to Friday,the same time as right now, if you are interested.”
“Well I,” she looked back at Shells who still looked way out of breath, but who pushed herself off the wall to walk closer, placing her hands on her hips, “I’m interested! Shells too right?” the less than attentive ‘yup’ didn’t falter Bea’s enthusiasm.
“Well, I’m so glad!” Tiff smiled, “Kendra can help you guys downstairs if you guys want to be part of the weekly class.” She thanked the two girls again before they went down the staircase, back to the jumpy woman from the beginning - Kendra - to set everything right for their classes.
Now that the worst had passed, Shells seemed just as thrilled as Bea was while giving Kendra the rest of the information needed to make them actively part of the class. Bea’s phone pinged just as Shells was talking to Kendra, so she pulled it out of her lycra pants pockets already knowing who it was.
Roos’ (11:01)
Hey pretty girl. Still up for our lunch?
Bea (11:15)
Yeah! Of course! Sorry for the late reply :<
Roos’ (11:16)
Don’t worry gorgeous, do you want me to pick you up?
Bea (11:17)
Yes, please :3. I’ll just take a shower and I’ll call you, okay?
Roos’ (11:17)
Sounds like a plan ;) see you in a few then.
Beatrice bit her lower lip with a smile, before sliding the phone back inside her pocket. They thanked Kendra before walking out of the building, the sweat was now cooling down their skin thanks to the lack of movement and the wind outside, “That was so fun!” Bea smiles as the two march to Shells’ car, hearing the blonde unlock it by pressing the button on her key.
“It was very fun, I’m so happy you liked Bumblebea!” Shells said, while playfully jabbing her friend’s arm “Maybe you can use some moves on our resident Chanticleer, huh?”
“Wha– Shells!!” she shoved her friend’s shoulder while her cheeks heated up to the point of combustion, but the blonde just cackled in delight, “Don’t say things like that!”
“Whaat? It’s not like guys didn’t do anything yet, right?” she asks, still chuckling but her chuckles diminished when Bea remained silent, looking at her hands, “Right?”
“I-I…well…” Bea just wrung her hands together, feeling herself being analyzed by her friend’s gaze, “It’s just– It’s been a while for me.”
“Girl!” she slaps her hand on the Buick’s roof, the tang sound of the impact making Bea jump in surprise “How the hell are you not banging that man like a door in a hurricane!?” a few passersby looked their way since Shells’ intonation was less than quiet and no matter how much Beatrice tried to shush her, her friend was relentless, “Climbing that tree like a spider monkey? You couldn’t have pined after him for so long just to not rip his clothes off where he stood!”
“Shells!! Sssh!”
“I’m sorry! I’m very shocked!” she threw her arms up in the air, “Listen, as much as I loathe to say this, my aunt and Mav got it on really quickly.” she grimaces, “Too quickly, don’t ask me how I know.” One of the less known bonuses of babysitting your little cousin was knowing things she never once desired to know and now she does. Unfortunately.
“I…I just feel, I dunno,” Shells arches her eyebrows, watching as Bea stood beside her against the car, “I mean, seeing me clothed is one thing…but-”
“Okay, alright, shush,” she smushed her index finger against Bea’s lips, pressing them down “Ssh shh shush! No more of this. You’ve seen how that man looks at you. Do you really think he wouldn’t be into your body even more?” Bea opened her mouth only for Shells to cup her cheeks and squeeze them, puckering her lips comically, “Nope! No talk back from that, ma’am.”
‘Fut fwhat if yur wrung?”
“I’m not wrong.” she grins, letting go of her friends cheeks, booping the tip of Bea’s nose with a manicured finger, “I mean,” she gestures to Bea’s body, “God made you blessed with all that ass and you think Rooster wouldn’t care about it? Really? Babes, you need to come back to the present and stop worrying!”
Beatrice still had a hard time swallowing the information that there was a possibility the two of them would eventually go to the next base, which she’d love to, a whole lot. She just had to…plan everything, yes, planning would work a lot better in her favor. Then check if he’d want to, which all the signs point to yes but she had to make sure.
“I suggest,” Shells says once they enter the car, “You don’t tell him about the pole dancing class. Just say it’s normal dancing, then you can surprise him.” her blonde eyebrows waggle teasingly and while Bea’s face turns red, she doesn’t scoff or tosses the idea away.
She just keeps it inside her brain with a little smile.
-
“You never told me what you were doing before I messaged you.” Bradley says casually, watching Bea take a sip of her mango juice through her metal straw, her big eyes blinking at him over the glass’ rim.
Once she swallows it, she licks her red stained lips clean of any drops, “Oh, um,” she taps a napkin over her mouth, “Me and Shells joined a dance class.” he lifts his eyebrows up to his hairline, taking a sip of his own drink, “Yes, it’s very fun.”
“Is it? Tell me about it.”
Tell him about it…okay. She could do that while hiding what it is. “Oh! Uh, it’s just…just casual dancing!” she flaps her hand as if to play it off, “You know, it has… jazz and zumba and yeah. Those things.”
Bradley’s eyes narrow comically, as if he’s trying to see through her and Beatrice swallows nervously, taking a sushi roll into her mouth in hopes it’d stop her from blurting it out to him. He then chuckles, going back to his own plate, “Well, alright. Maybe you can show me what you’ve been learning, when you can.” She looks like a chipmunk with her cheeks stuffed with rice and fish, jaws moving in hopes she could swallow it faster but she nods almost unnoticeably.
She offers him a small smile as the food drops down,finally “Of course, I’m still new to it but I think I’ll get the hang of it soon enough. So I can,” she inhales quietly, “Show you.” She couldn’t help but imagine Shells cheering for her in the distance, going full middle school soccer coach behind her back, pointing her fingers at her in triumph calling her a champ.
“I’ll look forward to it then.” he smiles, almost as if he knows something is off but doesn’t think it’s that worrying to prod about it yet. “I hope you don’t mind we came here to have lunch, by the way. I really like this Sushi place.”
Being inside a mall wasn’t a problem to her, considering she’d come by herself wherever time allowed. This was one of the few Sushi places where the food was good, fresh and had a nice atmosphere. Bradley also suggested they take their time just wandering about window shopping if she wished to “I don’t mind! I like it here. It doesn’t even seem we are inside a mall in the first place.”
Which was true since the restaurant was on the second floor of the mall, where all the fancy places stood, above the traditional food court. Something private yet comfortable for young couples such as themselves. With every booth being separated by Japanese styled dividers, each one had a private window that overlooked the outside.
“By the way,” he begins, “Did I already compliment you today?”
Beatrice laughed softly, gathering some of her hair to put behind her ear, “Well, you did say you thought I looked stunning.” she begins, “Like I just jumped out of a fairy tale book.”
Which, considering she was wearing a white ruffled top with short sleeves, tiny flowers sewn onto the fabric with light pink colored pants and white converse, he wouldn’t be wrong. He smirks at her, leaning on his hand, “Well, you do look like a modern fairy most of the time already.” she smiles at him with her cheeks turning red, “But you are gorgeous, you could literally wear a potato sack, you'd still be the prettiest woman around here.”
“Oh my God, stop.” she giggles bringing the metal straw to her lips, but not drinking it yet, just holding against her lips. His dark gaze flicked from her eyes to her mouth, watching her lips wrap around the straw with raw interest. He ran his hand over the lower part of his face, chuckling quietly then shaking his head with the grin still present, leaning back on his booth. “You keep being a sweet talker.”
“Well, you keep being sweet.” he coos back, smiling even wider when her cheeks turn darker, “I love it when you blush. The first time I saw it I just couldn’t get it out of my head.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh,yeah.” he crosses his arms over his chest, Bea’s eyes moving to his curled biceps immediately, “I have never seen someone really blush, I mean, where I can see your cheeks turning red.” not only her cheeks, now that he paid attention. With the collar being so low on her blouse, he could see some red spreading over her cleavage “So I was just mesmerized when I saw it the first time.”
She looked down at her drink, then back at him, “Mesmerized?” she repeated quietly, still smiling.
“Yep.” he chuckles, his mustache curling over his lips “Didn’t help that you are beautiful too. Shells never gave me much information about you besides your name, I guess she wanted me to go to you first.”
“Sounds like her.” she begins, putting her glass down “Considering she pestered me about going to you too.”
“Oh? Do tell.” she made a face, using her chopsticks to spread some wasabi on her hosomaki before plopping it inside her mouth instead of answering, “Oh, come on. I’m your pilot aren’t I? Can’t I know some girl secrets?”
She almost choked when he called himself her pilot, still getting used to it, but she managed to chew it before she could make a scene in the restaurant, “She pestered me about it every time you showed up,” he ‘hmhmed’ “She even suggested she went with me so she’d get something out of Bob too, but you know I never did. Then you came up to talk to me and well– here we are now.”
“Here we are now.” he looks down at his plate with a grin, “What do you say we finish it up and walk around?”
They finished their lunch without much hurry, walking out of the restaurant just to wander about the mall, keeping her close to him at all times, walking a bit ahead of her so he could shield her from any distracted mallgoer. Everyone who looked up at him either quickly stepped back or sped up their walking, giving the two of them enough space to walk around.
The mustache and sunglasses sure held a lot more power for those who wield them.
Plus being tall helped.
“Ohh, Roos, look!” she tugged him to the left, where a group of mannequins wore different colored Hawaiian shirts, “I like the red one for you.” she mentioned, pointing to the one with the red hibiscus flowers and the dark blue background. He couldn’t help but chuckle, remembering her instagram profile picture with the Hibiscus behind her ear.
“It is pretty nice.”
“Do you want to go inside and try it on?” she questioned, swinging his arm a bit, “I don’t think you have enough Hawaiian shirts.”
He looks down at her through the lens of his sunglasses, seeing her little smile only widen, “You think you are hilarious, don’t you?” she shrugs innocently, still holding his hand, “Well, pretty girl you wouldn’t be wrong. There’s never enough shirts for me.” not to mention he’d gladly wear it since it reminded him of her.
She leads the two inside, talking to one of the vendors after asking his size. Then it hits both of them this would probably be the very first gift she’d give him if she considered the Xenomorph plush his very own gift.
She has the hibiscus shirt on the crook of her arm as she leads him to the changing rooms. The store was very beach themed, with light blues and beiges, there was even a large palm tree lamp above the changing rooms where each leaf illuminated an area. “Here,” she smiles, handing him the shirt, “Try it on and see if it looks good.”
“I won’t take long,” he says, leaning down to peck her lips, “Promise.”
“I’ll be waiting here.” she says against his lips, giggling when he kisses her one last time before closing the door. She looks around a bit, with her hands interlaced before her eyes stop on a rack full of plus sized bikinis. Beatrice blinks, looking at the closed door then to the swimwear, deciding she could take a quick peek before he came out.
She ran her fingers through the bikinis, parting her lips when she saw one with deep green palm leaves on the top and bottom, the halter top seemed to be big enough for her chest but the bottom part was just a normal bikini, as in it wasn’t high waisted and it stopped right below her hip bones.
Bea however, loved it. It was very different from what she was used to wearing while on the beach, but she felt…adventurous. Maybe the thing was that the pole dancing class made her feel a lot more confident than she remembered, looking behind the green leaf bikini to check the others, seeing a lilac one and a black one with tied on bottoms. She bit her lower lip, looking over her shoulder to see the door still closed, only to keep on looking.
“What are you looking at?” the voice in her ear whispered rapidly and she jumped, falling back onto a firm chest, a chest that moved with laughter, a pair of arms wrapping around her waist.
“Oh my God, don’t-” she playfully swatted his arm “Don’t do that!”
“I went out looking for a second opinion and you were too busy checking something else,” he pouts his lower lip, pressing a kiss to her cheek, “Hurt my feelings, pretty girl. What are you looking at, anyway?”
Beatrice’s eyes widened and she pushed the rack of bikinis farther from them, panicked “Nothing!” she said quickly, maybe she wasn’t feeling that confident yet. When she turned around, he was wearing the hibiscus shirt, buttoned just up to the middle of his chest, “Ohhh, it looks so good.” she leans up to fix the collar, smoothing her hands over the fabric, “I love it.”
“Me too,” he says, looking back to where the other vendors were, too busy to pay attention to the two of them, then tugs her closer, pressing their foreheads together “Now answer me what you were looking at, because you seemed very interested.”
She blushed, looking away from him, “It’s nothing.” she murmured, then sighed when he didn’t seem to budge, “Just…swimwear I guess.”
“Swimwear?”
“Yeah, I thought some looked cute.” she shrugs, playing with the buttons of his shirt.
“Show me?”
She bit the corner of her mouth, hesitated but then turned her body towards the bikini rack, trying to find the one she liked again and then pulled out for him to see. She didn’t hold it in front of her body, instead she held it beside her. Beatrice looked up at Bradley to see him with his hands on his hips, his sunglasses up to his hair and eyebrows up. His lips pursed when he breathed shakily, with his gaze locked on the palm tree bikini.
“Brad?” she questioned, “What’s wrong?”
“That is uh…that’s,” he gestured to the bikini, “That’s very nice. You should definitely get it.”
“You think so? I didn’t even check the price–”
“I’ll get it for you,” he said quickly, “I’ll get it, don’t worry. You got me the shirt and I got–” he clears his throat, his mouth feels incredibly dry, “You got a cute bikini. Matter of fact, why don’t you take these to the cashier,” he hurriedly removes the shirt, folding it and handing it to her alongside the bikini, “I’ll, uh, meet you there in a few.”
She furrowed her eyebrows, but leaned up to kiss his lips before he disappeared from her view. “...okay?” on the way over to the cashier, she couldn’t help but wonder what brought on that weird attitude over him. Standing on the line, she looked down at her bikini for a second, before Shells’ words appeared back in her mind:
You’ve seen how that man looks at you. Do you really think he wouldn’t be into your body even more?
Her lips parted in a pleased little gasp, only to roll them into her mouth to hold back her smile, looking at the new swimwear in her arms with his Hawaiian shirt underneath it and she couldn’t help but feel like she was stepping on clouds. His large hand suddenly appeared on her back as he returned, pushing her forward so they could pay, separately, for each article of clothing.
Once out of the store, she couldn’t help the little grin over her lips, squeezing his hand almost without thinking, her thumb rubbing the side of his palm repeatedly. She was so happy she couldn’t help herself, looking back and forth on the mall’s hallway, she tugged him to the side, “What?” he questioned, just following her as she took the two to where the artificial plants decorated a corner, “What’s wrong?”
Beatrice waited until they were partially hidden from the rest of the crowd to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. He hummed out in surprise but quickly kissed back, wrapping his arms around her waist, thankful of how no one seemed to notice the two of them there. He groaned when one of her hands went up to his hair, nails dragging up his scalp, a stuttery ‘fuck’ leaving his lips into her mouth as she laughed.
He stepped forward until her back touched a wall, his teeth biting on her lower lip,being followed by his tongue, begging her to open it. She does and he downright growls when it happens, his large hands slide down her back to cup her ass through her jeans, pressing her pelvis against his as they make out in the darkened corner of a crowded mall, hidden by a small artificial palm tree.
When she playfully bites his own lower lip, it takes all the power in him to control himself, breaking the kiss to drag his mouth down her cheek then down her jawline. She sucks in a breath, feeling his teeth pinch just where her tendon began, the wet of his tongue sending shivers up and down her spine. Bea mewls quietly, his teeth finding the weak spot by sucking onto it hard, not even caring if it marked in fact she was more than happy it did.
Her hand returned to the back of his head and she could feel his whole body shuddering when she wrapped her fingers around the sandy waves, his hold on her tightened even more.
Oh, did Bradley have some sort of weakness when it comes to his hair? She couldn’t help but smile at the new information.
He pressed his crotch to hers before stopping, stopping everything, to drop his forehead to the curve of her shoulder, “Jesus Christ.” he mutters, out of breath, “Gorgeous we got to stop or else I won’t be able to keep things decent.” but his lips returned to her neck, pressing a trail of kisses until he reached her lips again, humming against the cherry flavored lip balm, “I don’t know what happened, but shit, you won’t see me complaining. Was it the shirt?”
But Bea’s smile only softened, cupping his cheeks with her hands. You want to see me, all of me, you aren’t upset thinking about my body, you want me, you really want me, she thought but only chose to say, “I just felt like kissing you.”
Bradley’s sunglasses are a bit crooked, so she fixes them for him, while he chuckles softly, “Well, hey, don’t mind doing this more often, I like this side of you.” she rolls her lower lip into her mouth the moment he says it, “Babe I’ll have to kiss you again if you keep this up.”
“You won’t see me complaining.” she whispered just as breathily, tugging him down to press their lips together again before they walked out of their little corner. Bradley took a few seconds to come out, rubbing his hands over his face in hopes to appear presentable before he met her outside.
On her neck stood the brightest,reddest hickey. Which on her pale skin, stood out immensely. But she couldn’t bring herself to care, at best she’d use her hair to cover it. Each of them held their own bags, grinning like two adolescents who did something under an adult’s nose and no one would find out.
That is until they both hear a high pitched noise that stood out from the usual crowd chatter, “Did you hear that?” Bradley comments, looking around, only to hear the sound getting louder.
“I do…it seems…familiar?” it gets louder, closer, way closer, until there's a sudden impact on the back of Bea’s legs. She yelps in surprise, looking back down at her legs to see a known blonde haired little girl smiling up at her while hugging her jeans clad leg.
“Hi auntie! Hi Prince Rooster!”
#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw x oc#top gun maverick#bradley bradshaw x reader
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I have finally found out what an eggo is do you guys not just call them fucking waffles???
Joyce and hopper are doing great
Nancy is doing so amazing i love her so much
PH MY FUCKING GOD IS THE CINEMA SCENE I HEARD SO FUCKING MUCH ABOUT COMMING UP
IT SURE fUCKING DID MY FUCKING GOD steve youre the epitome of a highschool boy oh my fucking god get better soon hun by which i mean get fucking concussed faster
Actually speaking of that does the cinema scene mean that the fight is coming up soon oh shit
An eggo is DIFFERENT. It's a frozen waffle of the brand name Eggo. It's an Eggo Waffle. They were really big for a while!! you could just pop them in the toaster and bam, ready.
Joyce and Hopper are so functional together
YESSSSS fight scene fight scene!!!
Nancy deserved to slap steve once. He still has to learn to communicate, but he'll GET there!!!
These three should all get a chance to work out their issues with each other IN FACT I AM GONNA write a little fic where Steve gets to talk to Jonathan like he was gonna when he arrived and got detoured by the fucking monster in the ceiling.
Maybe Steve's been people watching! You know their houses are like. right by each other. There's a little bit of woods between them but the woods behind Jonathan's house is the same woods that's behind Steve's. There's a point at Will's fake funeral where Jonathan is drawing on a map where the demogorgon is appearing, and it's all the same place. The woods nancy and jonathan are wandering around in are steve and jonathan's woods. There's EVERY CHANCE they met in those woods as kids. played together at some point. Like Jonathan says he doesn't like most people but I bet that he doesn't like Steve specifically, too. I bet there's History there.
El is the best!!!!
no rest for the children, they're still going through the horrors
NO THERE IS NO KIDDING IT IS JUST LIKE THAT!!!!!! GOT SOME SENSE KNOCKED INTO HIM LITERALLY!!!
HE IS DOING AMAZING
Tommy will get worse.
29 of them I'm pretty sure was the count, and I enjoyed the hell out of them all and if you go into the notes there are others also enjoying the ride.
LISTEN this isn't the end, this is just a chapter end, the book is still going.
it's not spam it's excitement and I am HERE for it, I love seeing people get excited about the thing I'm excited about!!
a;jka;dnb;ernsthskjdf;asjdgsh I'mc rying, this is just the best I'm so sorry, the last episode is SO INTENSE for every fucking second of it.
I have no idea what parts these reference but I'm cackling, Ted is the worst.
I gotta leave SOME stuff out for you to happen upon like a fucking... well. gift. lol
Mike is going to have so much faith that El is alive still. SO MUCH FAITH.
YESSSSS Hopper is gonna find that feral child and take her into a nice warm home and give her a goddamn FAMILY.
GOOD.
I slept like the fucking dead, I took a hot shower, a bunch of painkillers and fell asleep as soon as I put my head on the pillow and did not wake until my alarm went off to talk to my australian.
I MEAN. I'm not really doing much with GO anymore either, but the energy of my fixations remains. gotta go somewhere!
at this point I don't expect you to be normal about anything
Oh don't worry, Steve and Nancy are not finished having a fiasco.
LISTEN. It's not that Brenner deserves worse (it's not NOT that either), it's that EL deserves BETTER.
Yeah her plush was a tiger. you know. the same.... the same tiger........ the same one............. the same...................... as hopper's daughter....... had as she was dying...... just. saying....
[for anyone reading along, imagine a long rant about el and a cat here, that I'm not publishing because prompt]
I don't KNOW. El will get to meet 8 in season 2.
I have not been LYING to myself i have been HOPING for something better. SOME stuff got better!!! like steve.
well. the GOOD news is that I don't think they're gonna let Steve and Nancy get back together, but the BAD news is that that's because I'm p sure that they're gonna kill steve in S5. Just throwing that out there. This is information that is like when someone says "my finger hurts" and then someone else offers to punch them in the arm so they won't be thinking about their finger.
hmmmm tying a tie may have to go on the list too then, specifically to make you feral.
Funerals in general are weird because they're trying to be about the dead person but they're actually for the living people and everyone's super sad about the person being gone but when catholicism or even just christianity in general enters into it, it gets weird because like??? don't y'all have the concept of a literal heaven? that super happy place where people are supposed to be at peace? why is that not a celebration..... I get why people mourn losing someone but if I were christian it would make more sense to me to be like man I'm fuckin' sad I'm not gonna see bob for a few years but I'm gonna rock up Doing Good til I die so we can hang out in heaven when I get her or whatever. plus whoever's up talking is making the death about god and stuff instead of the person.
I think it's a good theory. I think MOST theories start off with a half-assed thought and the good ones get a pause and a "wait a second..." and then you go deeper.
I don't know what his band is and have never heard it (nor will I except against my will or by accident), but my understanding is that they're actually pretty good. a lot of fans of the show got into it when they found out and oh.... man, i do not know why there are not more fics where Eddie teaches Steve to play a guitar because we have some EXCELLENT photos of keery playing his guitar.
me too, Delightful... Karen is the Mystery Mom. Looking forward to her losing it.
Okay but listen, LISTEn
Season 2 has.... THE SCENE.
The scene where Steve turns up at Nancy's house and Dustin, who has been desperately trying to reach anyone and been ABANDONED, sees him walking up and goes "hm, I've adopted a new big brother/father, steve get in your car and drive me places" and steve is like ???? but he gets in the car and drives Dustin places. He walks down into a darkened cellar looking for a monster for this kid. ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
PLUS you get to see Steve having his little Life Crisis because what does anything MATTER if there are MONSTERS and actually all he wants is to settle down with Nancy and Nancy is, once again, Onto Something because of Barb
ALSO DUSTIN TELLS TED OFF.
He also adopts!!! a baby monster!!!!
And you get to meet MAX. God, she's the best. I fucking love her. You HAVE to meet Max because she lives across the street from Eddie, and she needs protecting from her older brother because he's an ASSHOLE you will adopt her just as fast as you adopted El and want to both wring Mike's neck and cuddle the hell out of him because he misses El SO MUCH but he calls out for her on the radio every night to tell her that he's still there, he's still waiting, he still misses her and she is listening on her radio but she can't TELL HIM because it's not SAFE for EITHER of them and *sobbing*
plus you get to see El and Hopper love each other and try to have a completely dysfunctional little family together. They are both so broken and they are trying SO HARD.
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Okay this is the last ask I got from you, so. I hope you get your assignment worked on, and I hope that you start season 2 at some point. There's so much good stuff in it.
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Trapped | Eddie Munson | Part 6 | 18+
Reposting because it didnt show up in the tags
Previous Part | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Next Part | Part 8
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem Reader
Warnings: I don't know where to start, to be honest. Let's see, lots of p in v sex, all unprotected sex, many mentions of oral sex for p and v, eating out with semen in the v, face riding, daddy kink, degrading and praise kink, riding, missionary, doggy style, threesome (yes threesome I dont want to spoil it so), newbie when it comes to writing dirty ass smut. Wholesome warnings include meeting the parents and I want to say I love you but its not true yet. use of alcohol and sex under the influence. Eddie tells the story of his parents so tw for abandonment, and Eddie also comforts reader when she gets her period. Also Robin comes out to Reader.
Author's note: Hi guys. I wanted to get this done for Halloween, I started this around October 1st I gotta be honest, most of the first two weeks of that were just brainstorming on what the fuck to make this chapter. Lots of fun this chapter, even a Halloween party at the end. My brain has also been under a fuck ton of brain rot since Taylor released the new album.
I sort of mislead you in the middle sort of but it all works out <3
MINORS DNI for the smut. Seriously. Ill call your mom.
GIF by munchabunch
Once again, you find yourself standing at the doorway, sneaking a few final kisses before you reluctantly and finally let the door close. As you make your way over to the staircase to run up to your room your mom calls you into the kitchen where she’s making dinner.
Though you loved her, your energy was drained, and you still had studying to do for tomorrow’s biology test. “Mom?” You ask, sitting at the island.
“How was your evening?” she inquires, leaning on the counter with the food cooking behind her.
Your cheeks heat up, the memory of Eddie laying over you, sweaty with his lips slightly parted. “It was good. We watched Fast Times at Ridgemont High and snacked.” Which wasn’t a lie. You woke up about forty five minutes after passing out to Eddie attempting to quietly move around in his room. It wasn’t very quiet, but there are few things you would rather wake up to than that. With a warm smile, he jumped onto you where you were laying when he hears your stomach growl loud and clear. “Let’s get some food in you, sweetheart.” He chuckled, handing you your tiny little skirt and his shirt.
The next hour and a half were spent giggling as you watched the movie and snacked on some chips and candy Eddie had stashed for his munchies. Every now and then, you caught a glimpse of him next to you with his legs tangled in yours. What a fucking night you had.
Not like you could tell your mom about this shit so good is wwhat she gets.
“Glad to hear it.” She pauses, and you brace yourself for what she says next. She had that look on her face. “So, when can he come over for dinner?”
If you had water, you would’ve done a spit take. It would’ve made more sense that way there would’ve been something you were actually choking on. “I-what?”
She sighs, fixing her shirt. “If you two are this intense early in the game then I would like to at least meet him. You know, put a personality onto him other than Freak or Cult Leader?”
You knew she had a point, but you couldn’t help but picture Eddie’s face when you tell him your parents want to sit down and have dinner with him. Would it freak him out? Would he laugh in your face and tell you it’s not that serious? Fuck anxiety.
“Ok. I’ll see what he thinks about it. I’m sure he’ll think it’s a good idea,” you lie, and your mom knew it. She appreciated the effort. You shift awkwardly, the cum you begged Eddie for sitting awkward between your legs. “Mom? Can I ask you something awkward?”
The living room TV goes noticeably louder. She chuckles and nods, and you take a deep breath. “Can I go on the pill?”
She’s stunned, and you can see it plain on her face. Whatever her knee jerk reaction is, she seems to ignore it. “Sure. I’ll make an appointment with the family doctor for next week.”
Damn. Not the doctor you’ve been seeing since you were 2. “Thanks.” You pause, one hand on the back of your chair. “I’m going to go study for my test tomorrow.”
She lets you go, asking you to go back down in twenty minutes for when supper will be ready.
It was delicious, as always, a lovely distraction from the studying that made your brain melt. You stare at the practice questions, finally getting most of them right instead of wrong. That was something you would have to live with. As you fall asleep, your book scattered on your desk and your window still open from this morning, Eddie’s smile as he drove you home is ever present and clear in your mind.
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Unfortunately, unlike yesterday, Eddie guaranteed he wouldn’t be able to wake you up today like he did. It was a disappointing, to say the least. He did mention something about doing it on tomorrow, a welcome surprise.
As you drive to school, you wondered when the leaves had become so vibrant, the evidence of the current season. It was mid October, but the leaves usually don’t seem to change during autumn until they do, and it feels like all at once. As you pull up to school, part of the early risers, you see Eddie’s van parked in the back corner as it usually is. He didn’t mention getting there early today but you soon remember it was a Friday, the day his club meets for the campaign they are doing. Right.
As you stare off to his van, a heavy arm is placed on to your left shoulder. “Y/N!” Steve’s voice rings, his hands large and voice easily distinguishable.
You jump, and your shoulders tense up before understanding it was Steve. “Jesus, Steve. Hi, how can I help you?”
Robin appears out of thin air on your right side. “Do we need a reason to greet our dear friend?” She asks, feigning offence.
“Yeah,” you deadpan, their antics usually leading you in trouble at work.
Robin couldn’t hold it in for another minute. “Okay, yeah we do. I want details and Stevie here has a proposition.”
Steve’s eyes roll at the nickname you and Robin came up with, calling him Stevie affectionately most of the time. Most. “Ok well Stevie also wants details.”
Your eyebrows knit together as you glance up at him. “Why are you so invested in my sex life?” You ask, your head shaking in disbelief.
“You’re the only one of us with one at the moment.” Steve deadpans, as if it’s the obvious answer.
“Can it wait until Sunday, you nosy assholes?” You ask, wanting the privacy of Robins small bedroom.
Steve looks at Robin, as if he has no idea what Sunday meant. “Huh?”
Robin’s eyes go wide, and you knew she had already forgotten the promise of snacks and gossip on her bedroom floor from yesterday. “Shit. Hey Stevie, you want to hang out with me and Y/N on Sunday? We’re gonna trade secrets and gossip about the class of 86!”
The idea of spending the night with you and Robin would usually iron out the crease between Steve’s eyebrows. However, at the word of ‘secret’ it got crinklier. “Secrets? What kind of secrets?”
You swear they’re having a quiet conversation as Steve asks a silent question you don’t understand, and Robin confirms whatever he’s wondering. “What hold on what-“
“So, you’ll come, yay Stevie is coming, too!” Robin exclaims, jumping and awkwardly holding your hand. Robin wasn’t a jumping up and down while excited type of person. What the fuck was happening.
“Ok I’m going to pretend Robin isn’t visiting the land of Woo-Ville and get back to what you were saying earlier about a proposition.” You comment ignoring how your hand was being danced around as Robin tries to distract you from whatever was going on. It worked; you were just worried about her now.
“Yes right. Will you and Eddie come to my Halloween Party?” Wait, what? You’ve been going to Steve’s Halloween party every year since he saved your ass from being slaughtered three years ago. It was tradition at this point to get borderline alcohol-induced-stomach-pumped at his party.
“Steve, I’m already coming, what do you mean?”
“Yeah, but you gotta bring Eddie. C’mon he’s like the one person I could never to convince to come to my parties.” Steve basically begs you, his eyes looking pretty as he attempts to persuade you.
You still huff. “Gee, wonder why, Steve.” You pause, pretending to think. “Maybe something to do with the idea that he’s been a social outcast for almost three years.”
“I can guarantee safety for one night from any harassment.” Steve promises.
You look off, amused by his brave words. “How?”
“Anyone that gives him hell I will kick them out. Just point to the guy.” Steve aims his finger at you, his mouth making shooting noises as if from a gun.
“So, he still has to face harassment, they just get one turn each.” You state, still uncomfortable with the idea.
Steve turns you to face him completely, bent over so he’s face to face with you. “What if I make it a known deal that they go to the party and drink for free only if there’s no harassment, or they never get to go to any of my parties again.”
Shit. That sounded decent. “Damn. That’s actually not a bad idea.” Steve looks proud for a moment. “Good one, Robin.” You compliment her, knowing damn well she probably brought it up for him before he said it was too extreme. “I’ll bring it up. No guarantees, though.”
“That’s all I ask for.”
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Steve stuck around for as long as he could, avoiding the responsibility of leaving to open up Family Video. Somehow only Nancy Wheeler is able to kick him off school property, only somewhat serious about getting Principal Higgins involved.
As the three of you chat about random drama in your graduating class you were glad you weren’t involved in, a shadow approached behind you, and you nearly welcome it until you realized it wasn’t your boyfriend.
Jason Carver. Fuck.
You all stared at him, glaring, and wordlessly asking what the hell he wanted. Jason was a known douche in school, something most teachers chose to ignore considering since he became captain the Basketball team hasn’t lost once, which is good for morale, which is good for grades. Blankly, Jason stared at the three of you, mainly you, waiting for an acknowledgement of sorts.
You decided to bite the bullet. “J-Jason. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Jason had this..look on his face. As if he was delivering terrible news to you and it was breaking his heart to do so. In class debates, he always got too riled up about something and starts making a speech. Before every dumb speech he made he would get this same stupid look. His eyes sparkling with self righteousness, his lips in a firmly thin line.
You wondered what a sweet girl like Chrissy Cunningham was doing with a douche-canoe like him.
“Y/N,” he starts, saying your name like you were a child. “I just heard an interesting rumour this week and I didn’t know if it was true until I saw you on his lap yesterday.” Jason sighed; a parent disappointed in a child making a big mistake. Your mom didn’t even seem to care this much about the Eddie of it all. “Y/N, that freak,” he paused for dramatic effect, the word stinging in your ears, “is no good. You stick with him, and he’ll wrap you up in his little cult.”
A laugh barks out of you without any warning. This small part of you doesn’t believe he’s being serious. Your laughing continues for another minute or so, Nancy and Robin exchanging worried looks. When Jason’s jaw locks, and his hands find their way to his hips, you have to calm yourself down. “I appreciate the gesture, Jason, but I think I’ll be ok.”
You dismiss him and turn around toward your first class, looking forward to sneaking glances at the face underneath the mop of curly black hair. Your foot barely took a step when Jason grabs your right arm, his fingers feeling tense enough to bruise. “Let go, Jason.”
Nancy and Robin rush to your sides, both telling him to let go of you. He ignores them altogether, his blue eyes fixated on you. “Tell me you’re not with him. Y/N it only takes the wrong crowd to go nowhere in life. I’m just looking out for you. If the freak wants to recruit loser freshmen, I don’t care but when he brings innocent girls into it, I draw the line.”
“Oh my GOD.” There are plenty of things you can say to him at the moment, but this is the only thing that didn’t involve yelling at him. “Jason I can count on one hand how many times we have had a conversation. If you could even call it that. You asking for help in chemistry or that one awkward time you hit on me at Steve’s Halloween party two years ago does not mean you can suddenly tell me what is and isn’t good for me.”
The bell rings, signalling you to get to class, and that you could see Eddie soon.
Nancy interjects, yanking his hand off you. “Dude. How narcissistic do you have to be to think you can just tell people this shit? Back off.”
“Just because multiple people believe something doesn’t make it true.” Robin adds, her husky voice low as if to calm him down. “This cult you’re so worried about is a pretend adventure game.” She makes her way inbetween the two of you beside Nancy. “Get lost.”
Jason’s eyes shift between Nancy and Robin and finally to you. He gives you one last warning look to tell you he hasn’t given up. You were almost afraid next time he’d approach you he would make sure to find you alone. You took a few deep breaths, your heartbeat loud in your ear.
“You ok?” Nancy asks, watching you disassociate as you absorb what just happened.
“No but I will be.” You pause, realizing what Nancy and Robin had been worried about since Jason grabbed your arm. “I have to tell Eddie, don’t I?”
They nod solemnly, the morning turning sour. The final bell rings, and you wave a quick good bye and jog to Spanish.
Eddie is going to be pissed.
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Still shaken by what exactly went down in the hallways, you finally manage to lay your ass on your plastic chair. Your teacher pauses what she’s in the middle of explaining the lesson plan, not letting your entrance go unnoticed. “Morning, Miss. L/N.”
All at once, 20 other students, including your boyfriend turn their heads to you as you’re grabbing your books out of your bag. “Uh, hi Senorita Mandelez.”
“Somewhere more important you needed to be?” Hell hath no fury like your Spanish teacher when someone was late.
“No,” you state, attempting to remain calm and collected (on the surface). “I was cornered, and they wouldn’t let me come to class.” You look over your shoulder, Eddie’s eyes confused and transfixed on you.
Who? He mouthed, his fingers fidgeting on the desk.
Tell you later.
Senorita Mandelez sat on your answer and seemed to accept it. Class went by in a blur, starting off with reviewing what was learned earlier this week and expanding on it. The bell rang and her voice was faded off into the distance explaining something about Monday. Oh well, you’d find out when you got there.
“Who cornered you?” Eddie asks, his hand seamlessly making its way to hook around your waist. “Robin?” He asks, chuckling low, causing a stir to incite in you.
“No,” You say, grabbing your stuff as he tugs you out the door. “Uh. Promise you won’t freak out.”
Eddie pauses mid step in the middle of the hallway, giving you a perplexed look. You feel your arm get tugged back to where he is. “I make no such promises. Don’t promise something when you don’t know what you’ll get yourself into.” Eddie gulped, his hand petting your hair. “Lesson three from Rick. Who cornered you?”
“What were the first two lessons?” You ask, biting your lip in hopes of distracting him.
He sees right through you, although he has to look up to avoid your eyes. “Don’t change the subject. The fact that you are this willing to avoid it is worrying me.” Eddie takes a breath in and looks back down to your eyes. “Princess. Who cornered you?”
“Jason Carver.” You admit quietly, quite aware of the history Jason and Eddie share. Wasn’t exactly a private dispute.
Eddie’s jaw visibly locks, clearly going from worried to angry in a heartbeat. He starts mumbling something under his breath, you can’t quite make it out. Slowly, he turns away from you and starts striding down the hallway. As hot as it was for Eddie to stand up for you, you knew the basketball team was exceptionally loyal to Jason.
“Ed! What are you doing?” you ask, finally catching up to him as the hallway starts to empty again.
“Luckily it’s also Jason’s free period, and he’s usually around the bleachers.” You wondered how he knew this. It must’ve been clear on your face, as Eddie answers your question when he sees your face. “If I wanna avoid being called a freak I gotta know where to avoid.”
Your heart breaks for him but you have to catch up to him when he continues down the hallway to the main doors. “Ed. Please don’t. If anything, he might’ve wanted to get a reaction out of you.”
At this, Eddie stops in front of the double doors and turns back to face you, his eyes wild but biting his lip nervously. “And he got one. I don’t want Jason thinking it’s okay to harass you just because I let him harass me.”
The bell rings, and you curse Hawkins’ High ability to call parents as soon as their kid shows any signs of not showing up to class, otherwise you’d ditch with him until lunch. “Can we discuss this at lunch? Sit with my friends today. Please?”
He makes his way back to you, accepting your request to leave it alone. (For now, at least.) “Sure, sweetheart. I just have to check with Hellfire and make sure we don’t have any subs for tonight. Now go to class before your Miss Keats also calls you out in front of the class.” He says with a hint of amusement from your embarrassment in his voice.
“Thanks for reminding me.” You mutter, turning to make your way to be late again.
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You were late again, your English Lit teacher taking pity on you and letting you slip in without calling you out. You wordlessly thanked her for that, her giving you a warm smile in response.
Robin leans into you, eyes wide yet concerned. “Why are you so late?” she whispers, taking advantage of the teacher with her back turned.
You lean in, too, hoping to avoid writing it all down. “Had to stop my boyfriend from confronting Jason.”
“You told him?” Robin asks, her eyes moving quickly back and forth between you and your teacher to make sure you won’t get called out for whispering.
“I was late for class and he wanted to know why.”
“How-“ she pauses as she checks, “how did he react?”
You laugh silently, no humour in the situation. “Not well.”
As if your teacher was waiting for you to finish your conversation, she turns around to face the class and starts discussing her lesson plan.
The memory of your conversation with Eddie runs in your brain, no help towards the nervous feeling in your stomach that started when Eddie started asking you what happened. You know Eddie would take your concerns to heart, but a part of you also knew he was stubborn. Eddie made it clear that he could put his own ego aside if it meant keeping his internal peace and his club. When they messed with you, he had to let them know they crossed a line.
If there was one thing running through your mind right now, it was that Eddie had listened to your wishes and taken them to heart.
-
Eddie listened to what you had to say.
Mostly.
Upon hearing your voice genuinely concerned for him, Eddie spent the better part of thirty minutes into your class comparing the pros and cons of confronting Jason. There were many, many cons and every muscle and bone were telling him it was a bad idea and not to do it.
Jason looking stupidly self righteous while pinning you against your locker and a look of fear sewn on your face was the straw that convinced him to start walking to the football field to where Jason usually spent his free period.
As Eddie walked through the path from his picnic table where he argued with himself after escorting you to your class. He was muttering under his breath, sounding like something of a crazy person.
Once or twice he paused along his path, yet the idea of letting Jason get away with get way with causing the look on your face you had when you popped into first period late. When the final morning bell rang and your usual anxious demeanour juggling your bag and jingly keys, his eyebrows were knitted together in concern to where you were. As you trotted fast paced into the classroom, he saw a look on your face you didn’t even know you wore. It wasn’t a look he’s ever seen you wear. Not even when you were talking to him all nervous as you could barely look him in the eye.
No.
This look on your face was as if you were shaken. Your leg was bouncing through most of the class and you didn’t seem to take a single note. Eddie knew that whatever had caused you to be as late as you were today had really messed you up and he needed to know what or who it was so he could intimidate the problem away. It’s how he dealt with many of his own life problems anyway.
At least that what he told himself. Uncle Wayne has a tad different perspective.
One day, when Eddie is explaining this mindset of his to you sat down with Uncle Wayne in beginning of spring with you hanging on his every word still, Wayne has to hold back actual laughter.
Eddie reaches the far side of the bleachers closest to the woods. As he approaches them, he can start to hear Jason and his friends. His lips snarled in annoyance as he can hear their obnoxious laughter from literally two or three yards away.
As Jason comes into focus, laughing hand in hand with his head cheerleader girlfriend Chrissy, a small group of other cheerleaders and Jason’s number 2 man. Eddie’s heart beat out of his chest as he crouches behind the benches, the unnaturally green grass an odd juxtaposition against his big black boots. “Shit”
He spent a solid minute staring at Carver and his little sheep as he imagined how a conversation would go. What the fuck would he even say? Would he threaten him? Knowing Jason’s parents who are respected in the community that wouldn’t go well. Would he level with him? Nah, Eddie has learned the hard way Jason simply doesn’t see him as a person with complex emotions or nuances. Could he just ask nicely?
What the fuck, no.
Eddie shook his head out of the momentary insanity he possessed.
So other than beating the shit out of Jason assuming his friends wouldn’t retaliate and get revenge how the hell was Eddie supposed to confront him? Eddie huffed, his cheeks puffing up as he figured out something you already knew.
Fighting or confronting Jason wasn’t worth it. Eddie turned back around to waddle back to his favourite spot in his own personal hell hole that was Hawkins High School. For the next forty five minutes he spent thinking how smug you were going to look once he told you how he spent his free period. He was looking forward to it.
-
You escaped your English Literature class with a sigh of relief as your boyfriend stood across the classroom door leant against a group of lockers, ignoring the snide looks some group of assholes were giving him. You ignored them, choosing relief from 90 minutes of anxiety over, well, more anxiety. Seemed like the obvious choice here.
He could barely get a word out before you pushed yourself into his arms, causing a little oopmf from him upon impact. “Rough class?” He had a smug little smile on his face. You didn’t even need to see it, from the tone in his voice you just knew.
“No,” you explain your theory confirmed when you peer your head to look up at him. “I was just worried your impulses would get the worst of you.” A flash of confusion appeared on Eddie’s face before he understood what you meant.
“Oh!” he chuckled low, it almost sounded like he was mocking you. “Oh, sweetheart. Why would I do something crazy like that?”
You raise your eyebrows, challenging this idea. Sure, you hoped for the best, but observing someone for three years can lead to some understanding of a person, even if it’s only public.
“Fuck you know me too well.” He answers your look, dropping the innocence act. “Fine, I almost confronted him.” Your breath hitches in this, anxiety hiking for a half second. He feels you tense up. “Hey sweetheart, you know what almost means?” You shake your head, unsure of how this flow of conversation was making sense to him. “Didn’t.”
The bell rings right as you process what his smartass has just said. Your jaw clenches as Eddie gives you a look to insinuate that he ‘won’ or whatever it was. As he tugs you along to escort you to your biology test, you shove him playfully, earning a light chuckle from him as you half run arm in arm, your giggling echoing in the halls.
The two of you collide as you stop right out of your biology class. It almost feels cinematic as he pulls you in, caressing your face as you imagine some soft lighting overcasting a shot or some gentle pop music Eddie would want to rip his ears off to. He kisses you softly, almost wholly enveloping his lips into yours.
His lips felt electric on your own, sending a want through you that made you forget you were in school, forget you were about to take a daunting biology test.
The final bell tied the loose strings back together, zapping you back to reality. You let out an sound of surprise, muffled by Eddie’s lips on yours. Your eyes snap open, Eddie’s face out of focus and so close to yours you have to mildly cross your eyes. “I have to go. See you at lunch. Remember, you’re sitting with us.”
“Shit” Eddie mutters not-so-subtly as you must hold back laughter and run into your class in order to make attendance. As you hop skip into class, Eddie leers onto your ass, before running towards the gymnasium to his damn gym class. You might hate math, but it’s not more than Eddie despises gym. For someone who prefers a mosh pit with his gangly limbs, gym class was like his own personal hell with classmates who chose to antagonize him and happened to be athletically inclined.
Biology goes better than you expected, thanking Nancy and her stupid flashcards that she insisted that you used. After about one third of you finished your test, your teacher let you leave early for lunch time. Since you had ten minutes until lunch time, you took your time putting your bag away and walking over to the table you were usually sat at with Robin and Nancy.
After killing time by playing with your fingers and singing under your breath, finally the bell rings. Shit, where is a book when you need it? It took another few minutes before Nancy makes her way over to where you were sitting, a look of surprise on her face. “How did you get here early?” She asks, timidly placing her notebook on the table.
“She let us out early if we finished our test.” You shrugged, your eyes switching over to the sound of a crowd making their way over to the cafeteria.
Finally, the lunch ladies opened their window so you keep yourself busy while Eddie makes his way to the cafeteria getting your food.
Your tray hits the table, alerting Robin you were about to sit next to her.
“Jesus, don’t do that!” Robin exclaims, her hand on her chest. “You know I scare easy!”
You smile, “Maybe that’s why I do it.” She pushes you lightly on the shoulder, giggling along with you.
In the corner of your eye, you see a flash of Eddie’s leather jacket. He walks right passed you to the Hellfire table. You stare at him, your eyebrows furrowed as you signal what the fuck to him. Eddie knows you would be confused, so he absentmindedly keeps his eye on you until he sees your signal. He puts one finger up, telling you he’d be there in just a minute.
“I thought your new lunch seat was his lap?” Nancy asks you, eyebrow quirked with a smug smile on her face.
“Well today he’s sitting with us.” You tell them, leaning forward onto the table with your arms crossed.
The two of you gawk at him, giving each other a look you can’t quite decipher.
“You can’t spring this onto me, L/N!” Robin exclaims, adjusting her hair as if it counted.
“Why not?” you ask, confused at their mutual stressed out demeanors. “Not like you don’t know him.”
“This is different.” Nancy explains as she adjusts her scattered books and takes the pen out from behind her ear. “We know him as our friend, not your boyfriend. Shit matters now.”
“Oh my god” you mutter, rolling your eyes in exasperation. “I don’t know why you are making such a big deal about this.” You sigh, glancing back at the table Eddie was now walking away from and toward you. “Don’t make it weird.” You stage-whisper to them. “If you make it weird I’m gonna tell Steve something both of you had told me not to tell him”-you interrupt their disapproval-“and believe me I will do deep cuts.”
Nancy glances at Robin, the two girls sharing a singular thought in the exact same moment in time and space. They didn’t even know you had in you to threaten such things let alone do them. Robin lays her hands up in surrender. “Ok, fine. We’ll behave.”
As Robin holds back laughter in the sort of ‘what the fuckkery’ that really only happens in these type of situations. In your peripherals Eddie drags the chair right next to you, sits down and lets his arm plop around your shoulders. “Who’s behaving?” Eddie asks, head tilted and smile mischievous. “Certainly not miss Y/N here.”
Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Robin’s laughter ends up becoming harder for her to control, coming out in a big burst of giggles. Eddie looks down at you, eyebrows pinched together and mouth slightly downturned. “What did I miss?”
You smile up at him, reassuring. “Nothing. Just complete and utter nonsense.”
“Yep. Nonsense.” Robin affirms, finally getting a hold of herself. “Oh hey, Y/N,” she starts, a tone of voice you only hear when you knew she was trying to get Steve involved with something stupid at work. Oh no.
“What,” you ask, Eddie feels you tense up in his arms.
“Did you ask Eddie yet?” She asks innocently, knowing you damn well have not asked him what she had in mind.
You tilt your head, leaning into your boyfriend. “I-what?”
Robin gets a whole new case of giggles. “You know, Halloween?”
Eddie feels your body tense up about two whole new levels, he becomes seriously concerned for a half second. “Princess, you good?”
You inhale, your chest feeling tight as you attempt to process everything happening around you. “Give me a minute.” You open your eyes, shooting death rays at Robin. “No, I didn’t. Seeing as Steve only asked me this morning, I haven’t exactly had the chance to. And I think you know that.”
Eddie adjusts his chair so he’s facing towards you, his butt at an angle. “Wait, wait, hold on. Stop speaking in code and tell me why Robin has this shit eating grin on her face?” You glance at her, her smile unnaturally wide, seemingly innocent pose.
Nancy was as intrigued as Eddie was, having no clue about any of your conversation with Steve earlier that day.
“Well, I haven’t had a moment to think about it, since I was cornered by Jason fucking Carver then needed to know whether or not my boyfriend had taken pity on him and not beat the shit out of him for scaring the shit out of me. So, forgive me if I may have been slacking.” You put a little too much emphasis on the last sentence, some bite in your tone. Luckily Nancy and Robin know there’s nothing truly behind it. You just hate being put on the spot. Why do you think they got so much joy out of sending Eddie to your work one week ago?
“Princess, something about Steve and Halloween. Im both intrigued and terrified. Pray tell, what this little bozo the clown giggling about now?” Eddie grabs your hand, attempting to comfort you and using the nickname you confided you used for her sometimes.
You sigh. Fuck times up. “So, Steve had an interesting question, to say the least.”
“As much as his ass is perfect and his eyes are dreamy,” Eddie starts, not sounding all together sarcastic about it, “it’s a no on the threesome.”
You hit him, suddenly giggling at the thought of both of them- you interrupt your own dirty mind and go back on track.
What? It’s not like you haven’t thought about Steve like that, there’s a reason he had a great reputation in town, and it wasn’t his date small talk. It was his way with his hands-
You interrupt yourself again, wrong track. Try again. “Please”, you play coy. “I know this is your way of attempting to get me beg for the threesome,” you retort back.
“You wish,” Eddie mutters, eyes crazy with a smoking hot smirk on his face. Ooh, seeing that look just did something to you. He leans in, your face an inch from his. You can’t help yourself, you lean in and grab onto his lips like you are a woman dying of thirst and the only cure was at the back of his throat.
“Hello? I did not ask to be an audience to a conversation about this! Get to it, missy!” Robin says, clapping her hands for emphasis.
“Sorry, our bad. We didn’t mean to drift off in a conversation you forced us into” you say, your voice dripping in sarcasm, admiring the shine of your spit mixed with his on Eddie’s bottom lip.
“It’s alright,” she says, arms crossed and unbothered. “Just don’t let it happen again.”
“So, Ed,” you mumble, wanting to get this over with already. “The proposition.” A big sigh, one last attempt to put off the question. “Steve wants to know if you will attend his Halloween party this year.”
Eddie resists denying the possibility outright, something his club lets him get away with. Not like he tells them he has any other choice. “His party, where most of the jocks will be and the group of people who like to support my little business behind the scenes but antagonize me for no reason in public?” He raises a single eyebrow to you, wondering if you had thought this one through. “A night of being even more ridiculed? No thanks. I’m good with watching Halloween for the thousandth time. Please thank Harrington for thinking of me though.” He adds, the tiniest little hint of annoyance in his voice, hoping not to disappoint or upset you.
“See that’s the thing, Eddie,” Robin jumps in before you could even start, “Steve is promising free drinks for those guys as long as they keep their little traps shut. You get to go to the party, unharassed, unbothered. They get to drink for free. If they even so much as look at you wrong just give Steve the word and they’re out on their asses, no questions asked.”
Eddie sits on this for a moment. “What’s the catch?” He finally asks, sounding as if he might say yes.
You were surprised on how easy it was to nearly convince him. You were convinced this would take at least three days to persuade him, maybe a bit of dirty work on your knees were required even.
Hell, you’ll still do it.
“Steve has been asking you to come to his Halloween party for years.” Robin explains, the end of his many complaints about it once planning time came. “He just wants you to go. And if harassment free is what is required, so be it.”
“And what if that condition doesn’t fly with everyone and his party is a dud?” Eddie asks, his voice harsh but feeling small. He’s attempted to only go to a handful of parties over the years and he’s not exactly given the welcome wagon.
Nancy laughs, memories of the parties over the years coming into her head. “Trust me, they’ll agree. Steve usually says to bring your own and his is off limits unless it’s the punchbowl. This party is usually the biggest party of the year. By the end of it people are too drunk or hooking up. Shit gets crazy.”
Eddie takes a glance at you, Robin, and Nancy and seems to make up his mind. “Fine,” he says, pausing dramatically. “Under one condition.”
“Anything!” Robin promises for you, smiling meekly when you glare at her.
“I get to pick our costumes.”
-
The rest of your lunch was relatively normal, despite the thrilling start. It felt oddly normal to have your boyfriend sit with you and your friends. There was a moment towards the end of lunch where they had ganged up on you and teased you a little bit about a certain quirk of yours you didn’t realize they had even picked up on.
It only was when you had threatened them in a vulgar and rather violent way (or rather, you were getting worked up and they were beginning to understand the joke wasn’t funny to you anymore), did they finally let up.
You detested the idea of your math class now introducing a new unit, a whole new concept of math and invisible numbers and stupid shit that you don’t care to know or understand. Honestly math would be so much better if you had finished learning in Sophomore year. It was a thought and idea you had that you preached frequently. Both Nancy and Robin were frequent fliers of this weekly grievance you had with the subject, often giving each other a look of ‘not this again’.
Now Eddie, on the other hand. It might be surprising for most, common sense for some, but math came in mad handy when it came to D&D. You can’t have a surprising amount of numbers in a role play fantasy game without learning about them. The only reason Eddie indulged and passed his math class with flying colours for his junior and first senior years was to get better and improve his math skills so he can improve his Dungeon Master skills.
Say what you want about Eddie Munson (just not to his face), he is many things, but one thing you can’t deny on any level is his dedication when it comes to his hyper fixations. If you look into his leather wallet, usually warmed up from the body heat of his ass, you’ll find his ID, a sizeable amount of cash, a faded check book, and lastly a library card. His check book? No need for it. His library card? He goes to the local library about four to five times a month to research on lore or creatures for his campaigns. When he had told Janet, his favourite librarian, that he was repeating his senior year for the second time, to say she was shocked was an understatement. He was always in the back corner, reading quietly and scribbling down notes.
Granted if he put this same energy into school, he would’ve been a borderline A student but that’s besides the point.
Back to the point.
The bitter taste of your math class was luckily followed by the sweet taste of world geography. With him, in the back corner of the room exchanging pointed glances with one another as she goes on about different types of mountains in Asia. Occasionally, you feel brave enough to whisper something to him, but right before you do, she calls another group out for doing the very thing you were debating on.
Mrs. O’Donnell seems to drone on longer than usual today, and you’re sure it’s because it’s a Friday and she wants to ruin your weekend. Why else would she have chosen to teach World Geography except to torture children with the potential she once had?
Wordlessly, as if on the same wavelength as you Eddie snaps his fingers to get your attention. You look over, your dazed out eyes focusing in on his pretty face. As soon as he sees your eyes lose the gloss they had for the last eight minutes or so, he stares at you with wide eyes, zoning in on you and comically leaning his head forward at the neck. He was sharing the same sentiment as you.
With half an hour left in the class she passed out papers, 5 long answered questions, due Monday. A few hands were risen, all wondering the same question. “No, you are not allowed partners. You can figure it out alone this time.”
When she assigns individual assignments like this, there’s a collective knowledge it means no talking. Someone woke up on the cranky side of the bed today.
The bell rings, signalling the end of a gruesome period. As you grabbed your bag, Eddie’s hand enveloped yours. “That just took five fucking years off my life.” Eddie sighs, placing a kiss on your forehead.
You smile sweetly at him, basking in the feeling of him caressing your cheek. His hand tugs on yours, starting to lead you away to your Chemistry class.
“So I’m meeting the guys from my band in the drama room early tonight for D&D.” Eddie starts, taking a sharp inhale as if he was nervous.
“Okay, any particular reason, or did you just want to hash out an arrangement for your performance next week or-”
Eddie chuckles, it always surprises him when you’re so genuinely interested in his life like he is for you. “Nah. I just haven’t been the most honest with them and I think I need to change it.”
“Hope that goes well then,” you wish, arriving to the last class for the day.
“Aw, so sweet.” Eddie mutters, giving you a lobsided smile. “I’ll see you later sweetheart. Did you want to crash the club again? I wouldn’t mind ending it a little early tonight if it meant you were interrupting it again.”
You tilt your head at him, astounded at the idea. Dustin has complained to Steve (therefore you as well) at work about how Eddie refuses to end early unless it’s a parent. There were bathroom breaks but if you needed to go during game time your character would face a penalty. “What would Hellfire club say if I mentioned to them that Eddie Munson wanted to end his session early for his girlfriend? Pretty sure Josh has asked the same thing for his one year anniversary and you declined without hesitating.”
“How-how did you know that?” Eddie asks, the idea of going to class forgotten.
You huff, remembering that was a detail most people not in Hellfire probably didn’t know. In fact, Steve and Robin had probably stored it as useless information. To you, it was something that intrigued you about Eddie. “Dustin rambles sometimes to Steve at work.”
Eddie rolls his eyes at this, Dustin worshipping Steve being old news. “Well, we need to get to class. Come stop by princess. We’ll hang out at my trailer again. Wait,” Eddie says, remembering one tiny detail he learned this morning.
“Hmm?” you ask, not thinking twice about it.
He hesitates, attempting to gain confidence. “My uncle said he wanted to meet you. He’s off tonight, and he said I needed to bring you over or he’s calling the cops about my deals.” Eddie laughs fondly.
“Oh-okay. Do need to-”
“Just show up as your lovely self and you’ll charm the shit out of him. Well, not literally, at least let’s hope” Eddie jokes, bringing you in. He plants a surprisingly wet kiss onto you, but you welcome the surprise. He lets you go, watching as you walk dazed and confused. If there was something that gave Eddie Munson a feeling of power, it was being able to astound you with the simple touch of his lips on yours.
-
Eddie had gotten to the Hellfire club early to set up, waiting nervously for his three bandmates to walk in as he requested at lunch. He starts his set up, placing each little figurine at the corresponding chairs and spreading the character sheets. Not that he was required to start early and stay late for his club, but something he just genuinely enjoyed.
The big black metal doors open with a start, Eddie bounces on his feet in surprise. Quickly recovering, he runs to the door as Gareth, Josh and Peter walk in. “Hey bud!” Josh greets him, grabbing his hand and hugging him in a familiar gesture. “What did you need us early for? We finally ganging up on these asshole freshmen?”
Eddie chuckles, walking in stride to the table as it sat nice and pretty waiting for the DM to start. “Uh, no, I actually just wanted to talk to you guys about something.”
Eddie glances down to his hands, nervously twisting them. The three nerds he spends his free time out of school most days exchange worried glances. However well they knew Eddie, it was rare to see a moment of vulnerability in him. “Did something happen with your girlfriend?” Pete asks innocently, attempting to get the first idea out of the way.
Eddie jerks his head up, his eyes wide. “Oh, Y/N? No, no. We’re good. But it does sort of pertain to that.”
“Come on bud.” Gareth knew Eddie the most, their music tastes most alike and their worldview in tandem. “Tell us what’s on your mind. If we have the freshmen thinking you’re human with a soft spot then they’ll completely over take us. We can’t have that.”
This works, a good sense of humour is what Eddie needs. “Well, you remember Joey, right? Graduated two years ago? Only ever wanted to play a dwarf wizard despite being a whopping 6’3’’?” The three of them nod, but Eddie pays attention to his rings instead. “He said something one day that almost broke my brain. He was comparing me to Harrington and Hargrove, may the bastard rest in hell, and asked if I was drowning in the ladies.”
Gareth remembered, the other two shrugged their shoulders, this conversation being a one-off in their minds.
“I just winked. You know, classic Munson.” Eddie pauses and gathers the courage to face his friends and look them in the eye. “That was the most bizarre thing I have ever heard because it was the furthest thing from the truth.”
Eddie rubs his eyes, the next sentence in his head but he didn’t want to let it go out of his mouth. It was a nerve-wracking moment in time for him.
“Ed what are you getting at?” Pete asked, surprised to say the least. He just thought Y/N was special which is why it was the only girl he’s ever met.
“Until this most recent Saturday, I was a virgin. Until a week ago, when I drove Y/N home, I was a virgin in every sense of the word.” Eddie spills the truth, his heart beating out of his chest.
“So, you’re not a lady killer?” Pete confirmed, unsure what he was hearing.
“Not exactly.”
“Wait Ed why didn’t you tell us then? We could’ve set you up with someone, don’t think I haven’t noticed sneaking glances you two shared.” Josh asked, surprised, but also surprised at himself for buying the initial lie in the first place.
Eddie shook his head, knowing his friends didn’t get it. “Guys I’m already rejected by society as it is. I wasn’t looking for anymore than I already had. I’m surprised we got together and the only reason we did was because she made the first move.”
Eddie remembers his heart beating out his chest, his fingers desperate to reach out and touch a vein running down your neck. You asking to kiss him threw him for a loop, he was thinking he just imagined your lingering glances to his lips. The feeling as you placed your lips on yours, finally and confidently.
“So why tell us now?” Josh asks, leaning backward in his seat casually.
“I mean, I sort of always knew, but why the sudden need for transparency? We’re kind of used to wall being put up with you,” Gareth admits, not really thinking anything of it. He looks to his right and almost fails in holding back laughter as he sees Pete’s entire world view has shifted.
Eddie thought on how to explain it. “Well, I don’t revel in being misunderstood. It’s kind of the entire’s school persona in me. And while I thought I would have to perform, per say, in front of the whole club,” Eddie pauses, looking at each of his friends. “It’s probably not healthy to do it around my actual friends.”
Unexpectedly and jarring in the silence, Josh bursts out laughing. The rest of Corroded Coffin stare at him blankly as they wait for him to calm down. It took far longer than it should have. “Sorry, dude. Inappropriate. I’m just thinking that it’s been a week since you started dating Y/N and she’s already took your virginity and got you confessing feelings and shit. Man, I need to shake her hand next time I see her.”
Eddie rolls his eyes and shoves Josh off his chair for the joke, the group of men laughing as the black metal doors to the drama room suddenly open with the three freshmen standing in the doorway. “Whoa they’re all early.” Mike mumbles, used to Eddie sitting with his legs propped on the table.
“What are you assholes laughing about?” Dustin asks, only somewhat joking but mostly wanting to be included.
It doesn’t take much for Eddie to get into Dungeon Master mode, and when he does, it surprises the boys just how fast he can switch. “Oh, we’re just talking about ways to bring you fresh meat down.”
“No fair!” Lucas says, genuinely whining. “you said we’re not allowed to talk strategy right before a big campaign. That’s so bogus!”
Eddie hears a voice from out of view of the doorway, suddenly noticing a pale hand in Lucas’. “Hey, uh Lucas. I’ll see you later then?”
“Unless she wants to join?” Eddie offers, extending a hand dramatically even though the unknown source couldn’t see it.
She pokes her head into view, her red hair tied up in a low ponytail, holding on to a skateboard and her headphones blasting out music. “Uh, no thanks. My friends nerd out enough for me.”
Eddie was about to respond when Max gives Lucas a peck and takes off. Eddie was genuinely impressed all three of his new recruits for the year had girlfriends. He wasn’t sure if it was in the water he wasn’t drinking or younger nerds just had game now, but the future of Hellfire looked bright.
“Alright gentlemen,” Eddie starts, clapping his hands loudly and walking to his seat. “We start in five minutes. Get ready, because this one is a doozy.”
-
It was two hours and many casualties later when the black metal doors are hit with a bangbang bang, both you and Nancy standing outside the doors as you have a week ago. Eddie smirks, his eyes lighting up just the smallest of smidges as he glances at the doors. “If you give me just a moment,” Eddie requests but not asking permission.
“Dude, what the fuck? We are in the middle of a life-or-death situation! Nancy can wait.” Mike complains, his palm facing up in a frustrated claw as he watches Eddie, stunted.
“It’s not really Nancy I’m worried about, shithead.” Eddie explains, failing to hold his excitement in as he jogs to the doors.
Eddie opens both doors, a dramatic flair as if to impress the girl who has already fallen for him. There you were, showered and changed. He could smell a hint of coconut and some sort of flowery scent from your slightly damp hair. His face breaks free of his attempt to seem cool in front of his freshmen who worshipped him and into a smile that takes over his face.
Your heart skips a beat at the way he lights up for you, monetarily pausing any doubt that you ever had that Eddie did not like you as much as you did him.
“C’mere, sweetheart.” He mutters so only the three of you could hear. If you have forgotten Nancy was next to you, the sound of her giggles was a reminder.
As he tugs you into his arm, wrapping it around you and walking down the steps into the drama room, you give her a look, asking her what was so funny.
She calms herself, the back of her palm against her mouth. “Nothing. You guys are just so cute.”
One thing Eddie either forgot or didn’t care enough to notice was that sound carries well in a drama room. Despite him trying to talk sweet in a way only the patrons of the doorway could hear, his entire club heard, and it was met with eye rolls and points into gagging mouths. Whatever you did to their dungeon master, you better stop.
“I agree.” Dustin pipes up, mind bewildered how different he seemed to be around you. Eddie lifts a brow, as if asking him if he was joshing him. One thing he made perfectly clear to his club was that you were off limits when it came to fucking around. Fuck around and find out, meet Eddie Munson. “No. Wholeheartedly. You are adorable. Can you be adorable on your own time? I got curfew and a combined total of 11 hit points left.”
Nancy sighed, her keys in one hand and her handbag on the other shoulder. “How far long do you think Munson?”
Eddie shrugs off your shoulders and walks back to his throne. “Not too long, Wheeler. Ten minutes. Tops. Then you get to carry your brother and his ragtag friends’ corpses home. I promise.”
She lets out a big sigh. Most nights she wouldn’t care, as she is deeply annoyed with the whole Friday night ordeal and just wants to get back home hogging the phone with Jonathan. Today, she felt patient. That was not a trait she held on a regular basis. “Alright. Whatever, finish up. Y/N and I will be in the lot by the car.” You came with Nancy again, considering you were going to Eddie’s right after it made no sense to drive yourself.
“Actually,” you pause, keeping your eyes on your boyfriend’s pretty brown ones. “I kind of want to see how this plays out.”
Nancy huffs annoyed she’s now losing a friend to the dork side. “Seriously?” You nod. “Alright then, have fun. Mike when it’s done you better haul ass.”
“Nance!” You call, she turns around and silently asks what it was you wanted. Her brother didn’t exactly bring the best out of her.
“You don’t remember spending hours playing with Mike in the basement when he just got into the game and had no one else to play with?”
Some collective laughter roars, eyes on Mike. “Thanks a lot, Y/N.” Mike mutters, leaning on one hand.
“Shit, sorry Mike.” You look to him apologetically before switching back to Nance. “Look, I know they get on your nerves and you have different priorities or whatever. But I remember when you would cook up a hard campaign, hard for us at least, and the three of us would get so loud your mom would threaten to take our books away. Shit got fun. I wanna stick around because I’m willing to bet these guys know how have fun. If Dustin’s complaints mixed with sometimes an uncomfortable amount of praise says anything, these campaigns are worth the watch.”
“Shit she’s monologuing.” Josh mutters, looking to Eddie.
Eddie was perched on his toes, squatting. Man doesn’t know how to sit normally. His mind was blank, unsure how he didn’t know you used to play. He wondered if he could suck you back into the wormhole that was D&D. His mind was already filled to the brim with strategies on how to get you to join next Friday. Or the next. He didn’t care, he just wanted to see you play.
“Yeah. I’m just gonna..” Nancy drifts off and turns back to the doors. Whatever. Nancy might’ve met your oh so cheesy speech with a scoff or mutter how times have changed, but Eddie met it with straight up awe.
The doors slam loudly, echoing for more than a second throughout the room. “Alright, that was...eventful.” Eddie states bluntly, looking around to his bewildered club members. “Y/N, come have a seat.” He sits down normally for once, onto his ass, patting his lap. You feel six pairs of eyes all move to you, synchronized. It sent a shiver down your spine. “Come on, on papa’s lap.”
Your cheeks heat up at the word use, yet glad he didn’t use a specific different word. You trot over any way, knowing Eddie would wait if he needed to for you to sit down. Your ass meets his lap, and he has you sit in a way that your legs are bent and cradled yet he can still see. As the members were already on the threshold of the final scene, Eddie put his Dungeon Master set up down, no papers needed. It was just a matter of war of the die.
“Gareth the Great. You were about to roll for your attack. Good luck.”
The game continues, Eddie prompting rolls to his three last living members who are just fighting to stay alive against Eddie’s boss. Funny thing was this wasn’t even their final boss. Mike said something to piss him off and Eddie decided to choose violence.
In the end, unfortunately, violence won. They went down fighting, Dustin’s butter fingers rolling a measly 1. The group groans in unison, understanding the immediate loss of their fight. “You spontaneously combust on the spot. No fireball, no shots taken. You just” Eddie uses his hands to mimic an explosion, “explode.”
You giggle loudly, causing Dustin to shoot a glare at you. “Sorry dude, roll better next time.”
Despite their loss, this causes some laughter. It felt good to draw laughter out of his friends, feeling like a nice fit. As you giggle and shift around in his lap, you wiggle your hips accidentally causing his dick to twitch. Eddie grits his teeth, swallowing hard. How was this the second time this week you caused him to get a hard on in front of his friends?
“Alright, gents. Better luck next time. You may all level up for the experience, if you find a way to be resurrected.” Eddie chuckles as Dustin throws a fit, complaining to his friends that it’ll be damn near impossible, and he really liked this character he came up with.
The chatter of the end of a particularly riveting campaign starts up. Eddie isn’t always happy about winning, and the atmosphere is usually lighter when his challenges get pummeled. Maybe he’ll ease up next time, just to keep them coming back.
Mike is on his friends’ asses to hurry up, knowing they’ve been well over the ten minutes Eddie promised. They all shout their goodbyes on their way out, some papers flying out of Dustin’s half open backpack.
The three fellow members of Corroded Coffin stand in a circle with Eddie for a few minutes, discussing band rehearsals for the weekend on top of mindless chatter. Eddie keeps an eye out for you, sitting innocently on his chair, leg draped over one arm as you stare off into space. God help him if he wasn’t so smitten with you.
Gareth notices his heart isn’t in the conversation, Eddie not being as subtle as he thought he was. “Alright then bud. We’ll see you Sunday?”
“Hmm?” Eddie asks, turning his head back to them. He faced three smug ass shitheads. “Whatever just because I told you about my shit doesn’t mean you get to be all smug about it.”
“Oh, that reminds me!” Josh exclaims, running to the table where you’re still zoned out. He jumps into your line of sight, scaring you. “Sorry. High five!”
You glance to Eddie, wondering if you were being set up. He shrugs, looking defeated. You pathetically tap his hand, afraid it’s a trap. “No, harder!”
You slap his hand harder, and Josh runs back to their now jumbled up circle. “What was that for?” You ask, your eyes squinted.
“You took our Dungeon Masters’ virginity and he told us about it. I don’t know what you’re doing but keep it up kid.” Josh laughs, grabbing his shit before Eddie could have his head perched on a fruit bowl.
“What?” You exclaim, surprised Eddie has told him literally anything else than that you were together.
“Making me regret opening up to you, assholes!” Eddie yells as the three of them laugh as they escape.
“You love us!” Gareth yells back, slamming the door with a final blow.
Eddie stares at the door, shaking his head and muttering about the knuckleheads. On one hand, his best friends probably just scared the shit out of you. On the other, he was finally alone with you again. “Alright princess. Could you help me by picking up the figurines and the papers? I’ll do the rest.”
You sat up in the chair, looking content. “Sure.”
The mess was cleaned up silently, neither of you speaking much other than small talk. Your combined nerves of meeting a guardian were creating an energy that was almost suffocating.
On the plus side, working beside you was a dream, silently moving around you as he noticed you reading the stats of each character. Even better when he realized you actually understood it all. Maybe not all, most boys wrote in chicken scratch, after all. He took the moments of you carefully collecting one paper at a time after studying each character, admired the low light reflecting off the shine of your hair. The delicate way you lifted your nearly dry hair behind your ear. The subconscious smile appearing on your face as you read a particularly well thought out part of their characters.
You feel yourself being watched, looking up to see Eddie starting at you. He sees you look back down sheepishly, nearly combusting at how sweet you were. “Alright let’s go”, Eddie says, holding his hand out for the last paper.
The two of you leave the drama room, Eddie turning the lights off and locking up. Your feet walk in sync as your footsteps echo in the dark hallway, making your way out into the autumn chill.
He turns on the van with a slight delay, grinning manically when it works. He hated when he had to break his pliers out on his own damn vehicle. Shit is annoying to fix. You sat quietly, looking out the window and absentmindedly holding his hand. He feels you squeeze his hand tightly as you approach the trailer park, nerves kicking in for him too. He knew Wayne would love you, but meeting his girlfriend felt serious.
As you got out, you heard the voice of someone you could pick out in a crowd, Eddie’s new neighbour. They moved in at the beginning of the month when Max’s mom finally admitted she couldn’t afford the house with her stepdad gone. It was tough, and Dustin and Lucas have both admitted to you they could feel her closing off.
You wave to her, receiving a wave back as the dog she was feeding nips at her impatiently. Her attention is ripped back to the dog, and your heart squeezes. You weren’t close with her but you worked together multiple times through the summer to get the mind flayer, and you shared an occasional moment.
You didn’t know you were staring until Eddie tugs on your hand, bringing you to his door. “I know you’re nervous but it’s gotta happen some time.”
“Like you are meeting my mom and dad?” You asked, deciding now is the time.
Eddie’s eyes bulge, forgetting you had a normal set of parents he still had to meet. “Damn. Right. Anyway. It’ll be fine.”
The door swings open without needing a key. The two of you walk in, seeing Wayne Munson perched on the couch with his legs bent and feet on the coffee table holding a beer and watching a rerun of Cheers. A cigarette in his mouth, inhaling, laughing, and coughing as Ted Danson says something rather funny.
He jumps as the door closes, apparently not hearing Eddie’s loud engine. “Oh, hey kid.” Wayne grunts, putting his feet off the table and getting up to greet his nephew. “I see you brought a friend?”
“Of sorts.” Eddie shrugs, his hand flexing in yours.
“Hello,” you greet him, your nervousness obvious in your voice as you greet him. You face him for the first time, taking in the man who you assumed is the one who raised Eddie. Wayne Munson looks like what someone would define as a blue collared man. The plaid he’s wearing, the scruff on his jeans, and the smell and tint of dirt on his skin. He has thin hair on his head, completely thinned out in the middle.
Bald. He’s bald.
He has a scruff beard, and he doesn’t look like the most approachable person in the world. However, the way this man smiled at Eddie told you everything you needed to know about him. You hold your hand to him, testing the waters. Eddie muffles a laugh, smiling over you at Wayne.
Wayne laughs silently at the extended hand, grabs it and yanks you into a hug. It startles you, but the smell of the same cologne you smell on Eddie mixed with his gruff laughter as you yelp is oddly comforting. “Oh sunshine, I found my nephew singing a pop song in the shower last Sunday morning. I think we’re way passed a handshake.”
Wayne gives you one last squeeze and lets you go. You turn back to face your boyfriend, anticipating his reaction to this.
Eddie was looking at Wayne, the face of one who was severely betrayed. “You really gotta bring up singing in the shower?”
Wayne put his hands up in surrender, laughing as he goes back to return to the couch where his beer was sat and his cigarette out from lack of use. “Hey, man. You haven’t sung like that for a couple of years. I just had to let this kid know how much she means to you. In case you haven’t gotten the message across.”
You smile already fond of his uncle. “Wait until you meet my mom” you say, attempting to make him feel better. “She has stories on stories against singing in the shower. Though I gotta know the artist.”
“Not saying shit.” Eddie states, bouncing onto his toes and back onto his heels, representing his stubbornness.
Wayne jogs lightly to you, and whispers “Madonna” right near your face and giggles as Eddie loudly protests this second act of betrayal.
“I don’t know how I didn’t see my girlfriend and my uncle teaming up against me coming. This was bound to happen with you two.” He says, sounding disappointed but there was a hint of a smile his face.
“You picked a good one, that’s why,” Wayne says, sat back on his couch and grabbing his lighter and cigarette. “Nice to meet you, sunshine.”
“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Munson,” you reply, the feeling of Eddie’s hand grabbing yours.
“Please, Mr. Munson is my shit brother. Call me Wayne. Please.”
“Okay. Will do.” You smile, your breath taken away as Eddie tugs you straight to his room.
“Edward!” Wayne calls as you almost reach his room.
Eddie sighs and turns around to ask what he wanted.
“Either be quiet or turn some music on. I don’t want to hear anything. Capiche?” He asks, a mildly smug but mostly a tired man who did not need to hear that on his one night off this week.
“Got it.” And the door closes behind you two.
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You land on the bed with an oof as you lie onto your back, Eddie running around his room like a headless chicken. Eddie puts on some Journey, a tape he once received as a gift and only plays as background music for more tamer things. He turns up the volume enough, but not enough to drown your voices out.
Sitting up, you give him a look with an eyebrow raised, and your core heating up from the mere indication of putting on slightly loud yet tame music. You watch Eddie as he yanks off his jacket and vest, pulling off his shirt as well. He slips his hair back half up, and finally turns to face you with a knowing smirk.
“What are you up to?” You ask as he crawls on to the bed.
“Shh. Time for kissing.” He whispers and leans in with his delicious lips.
No matter how many times you have seen the sight of Eddie leaning in to kiss you, it never gets old. You’re absolutely positive it won’t ever get old.
Eddie’s lips are on yours, leading with a confidence that grows each time. If you’re not careful he will become hella cocky in his abilities. You meet his kiss with enthusiasm, opting to open your mouth ask for permission for your tongue to enter his. He grants you permission, a dark chuckle in the back of his throat as he sharply inhales. He places a hand into your hair, his thumb caressing the skin right underneath it.
You don’t know how, but you were getting wetter from kissing him alone. You could feel an urge to start to grind, your thighs clenching tightly. Lying down on your back, Eddie follows you down, slipping one hand underneath your shirt, the contact of his hand on your waist making you whimper.
“Feeling needy, princess?” He asks, his voice light. “You want me to do something?” Eddie starts kissing your neck, his tongue teasing by barely gracing your skin.
One arm is around your torso, his body lined up against yours and propped onto his elbow. You nod your head yes as he continues his assault on your neck, starting to use his teeth.
“What do you want me to do, use your words.” He whispers against your neck, his voice nice and smooth. He feels you clench your thighs, most of your lower body tightening right up. “Oh you are very needy, my love. But you’re going to have to tell me if you want me to do something, otherwise I’ll continue to do PG rated things on your neck.”
You whimper, thinking he wouldn’t be as cruel as to only stick to over your clothes type touching for the sake of teasing you. “Please, please touch me, Eddie. I need it. I need it so bad.”
“I am touching you” he mutters pressing his hand under your shirt on your torso a little harder on your skin.
A sound comes out of you that sounds like a sob, a pathetic little noise from being riled up so much already. You know if he were to take off your pants your panties would have a nice little wet patch on them. “My pussy, Eddie please. Touch it, I’m so fucking wet.” You beg him, whimpering.
Eddie admires the way he was able to make you fall apart simply by kissing you. He has been thinking of attempting something like this with you for about as long as he could handle. Your face was already scrunched up from the teasing, whimpering from the way he was teasing you and almost denying you what you so desperately craved.
“There you go sweetheart.” Eddie sits up, you with him. He crawls down to your waist, starting on the waistband of your pants. He tugs on it, forcing you to lift your hips. He throws them across the room and gets a good look at your pretty yellow panties with the bow on it you decided to wear, nearly groaning at the sight of the darkened patch at the centre. “Look at you,” he nearly chokes on air, catching his breath at the way your hips are so easily separated and you panting, staring up at him. “Is this all for me? Just from my lips kissing yours?”
“I’ve been wanting you all day,” you mumble, embarrassed. “Been thinking about your cock in class.”
“Oh, you dirty girl,” he mutters, entirely too turned on at the idea of you sitting in class and writing notes while thinking of him bending you over a desk in a nearby empty classroom. He rewards your confession with a kiss on your thigh, causing it to shake on almost immediate contact, the lick sending pleasure shocks up your body. He looks at you, surprised at the reaction, but it only encourages him to continue.
He laps further up your thigh causing your pussy to start to clench at the very idea of being in contact with his fucking beautiful tongue. Finally, he gets to the centre, the heated core where your pussy is begging for any sort of contact. “Baby, please” You beg him. “Lick my pussy. Eat me out. Fuck please.”
Usually, Eddie is the more verbal one, but you’re starting to catch on to the fact that every time you beg or confess something he rewards you. So here, instead of teasing you over your undies like he was planning, he rips them off in a singular motion. As soon as your panties are off, he attacks your clit with his tongue, your pussy already completely covered in your slick.
“Look how wet and pretty this little pussy is,” he mutters against your clit, the vibrations sending waves up your stomach. If he continues like this, you won’t last much longer. He slips in a finger, pumping it and sucking on your clit at the same time. “How does this feel, baby?”
You were so far gone you were surprised it even registered to answer, your stomach starting to tighten in the all too familiar way. “Feels- feels so good, Ed. Keep doing that.”
Eddie sucks on your clit even harder and adds a finger. You feel fuller and a red-hot heat starts on your clit, spreading in your legs and your stomach. It felt intense, and new. There was a very small part of you that remembered Wayne was in the living room. Instead of the loud moans you wanted to let out, it ended up being choked out moans, staying in the back of your throat.
You struggling to keep quiet was like music to Eddie’s ears. The way your legs were entirely tensed up was telling him you were close. He was surprised how little he did today to get you so close to the edge, wondering how long you must’ve been revved up for. He sucks as hard as he can on your clit, adding a third finger to you.
Suddenly, you’re hit with a wave of heat, something inside you tells you to push and relax a muscle you didn’t know you had. You feel heat all over your body, focused on your pussy and thighs and you hear a gushing sound. It takes you a second to come back to earth, your heart racing and giggles forming in the back of your throat. You sit up slowly to ask him who the fuck taught him to do that cause it wasn’t you when a large wet patch underneath your ass startles you.
It didn’t even occur to you that you have squirted, you were so blissed out. Confused you look at the darkened patch on the bed and then up to Eddie’s face. It’s covered in your slick, and he looks as stunned as you were. “Holy shit I made you squirt.” He mutters, taking one thumb and running it along his face to suck on your slick.
“I-I didn’t know I could even do that.” You whisper, starting at the large wet stain on his bed.
“That was so fucking sexy, baby.” He whispers back, leaning in to kiss you.
You lean back after receiving one kiss, the taste of your pussy/cum turning you on more than you thought it would. “You don’t want to wipe your face off?”
“Are you fucking kidding me, sweetheart?” He asks, dead serious. “I’m wearing this like a fucking trophy. I, a man who has fucked a total of three times, have made my girlfriend squirt. If I can do it any guy can.”
“Not just any guy is willing to go down on a girl like that, though.” You mutter, searching his face.
Eddie rolls his eyes, pouncing on you so you lie back onto the bed. “A guy who refuses to go down on a girl is a fucking whimp. It’s one of the best acts of worship you could possibly do.”
This sentence turns you on so much that you moan softly, leaning in for another you-tasting kiss. You reach down for his pants unbuckling his jeans and belt, needing to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue as lust overtakes and overconsumes your body. “Wanna taste you, now.” You mutter, leaning away to focus on getting his pants off.
After fidgeting for too long, you maneuver him onto his back getting a better angle to blow him.
“Oh, fuck please.” Eddie mutters, a fraction of his confidence gone in the idea of your mouth around his cock.
You yank his briefs and his jeans off all at once, having teased him a bit last time. You just wanted to show him how much making you feel so damn good made you feel. You crawl up to his cock and start fisting him without any warning. Eddie lurches in your hold, his chest lifting with is legs. He really needed the release as well, it seems.
Your hand stops moving, and you lean down, gently kissing along the shaft in different spots. You go up and down several times, not wanting him to know when you were taking him in his mouth. After your third round of up and down Eddie’s hips buck up, silently asking you fucking suck on his cock already. You giggle softly and decide to take pity on him. You open your mouth and finally take him in, his cock going to the centre of your mouth.
Eddie moans softly and you feel his thighs tense. You start sucking and bobbing, getting a rhythm started. “Oh Jesus you do so fucking well with your pretty little mouth, baby.” He rambles, his mouth talking out of habit.
You hum, causing a vibration sent down. Taking your mouth off, you decide something spontaneous, and take one of his balls onto your mouth, sucking on it loudly.
Eddie jerks up in response to this, eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling. You feel proud of yourself for getting this reaction and you move to the next one. You bring his heavy cock back into your mouth and take him in as much as you can. You start the rhythm again, and you can feel him getting more desperate as you continue.
Eddie taps your head, asking you silently to come up to him. You wanted to continue sucking him off, but you obliged anyhow. It was proving that listening to him paid off.
“Come here.” He says when you crawl up to him. “You do so well, baby. Be a good girl and put your cock in, yeah? I wanna fuck you so bad now.”
You take off your baggy shirt, revealing you wore no bra. Your nipples were nice and hard, Eddie grabbing one of your tits as soon as he saw them. You whimper at the sensation, feeling nice and tingly. Finally, you were both naked. You move your leg over his lap, straddling him. You haven’t ridden him yet and you were fucking excited to. As you sit down, Eddie grabs his cock, lining it up with your entrance but just off. He takes his hand off his cock and you whine at the loss of the possibility of you finally being full of him. “No, no. Remember, I told you to put it in. You can do it, my little slut. Go ahead.”
You reach down between your legs to line up his cock with your entrance. Eddie looks down as the head starts to go in, moaning at the sight of your hand doing such a thing. You moan as his cock enters, both at the slight pain and the immense pleasure already pooled in your tummy again.
As the pain settles after a shorter period than last time, you go as far as you can go, not warning Eddie and making him moan loudly. “Shh.” You say, placing your hand over his mouth. “Remember.”
Eddie nods, his eyes wide, but you feel his cock twitch. You almost remove your hand when he desperately grabs it and places it back over his mouth, nodding. You smile, this being far too hot to handle. You add light pressure with your hand, and finally, you’re able to finish sinking onto his cock. “Holy fucking- holy shit.” You whisper as he moans loudly into your hand.
Slowly, you start grinding on his cock, unable to remember when the last time you rode anyone was but knowing you still had some skill regardless. He was longer than you figured, sliding up and farther than you thought you could. As you slam down onto it again Eddie rolls his eyes and is muffled as he moans in your mouth again, a strain of profanities you wish you could hear.
Soon, you find your thighs aren’t doing the job you needed them to, and you stand onto your feet in a froggy style and start bouncing on his cock. This causes a moan so loud your hand barely hid it, Eddie pussy drunk as you stare half lidded into his eyes. His cock is hitting the right spot and you can feel your self getting close as he starts assisting you, moving his hips.
Before you knew what was happening, he got impatient and grabbed your waist and turned you onto your back. You were so surprised your hand flew off his mouth. He put his hand on yours, wanting to be in control. “Now you can moan as long as you want, you little slut,” he whispers, his hand hard on your mouth but literally the hottest thing in the world. He changes from missionary and hikes your legs up so you two were in an L.
You were accidentally edged earlier, but you felt it coming just as fast again, and the way your knees bent on his chest was the dead giveaway. “Are you close, princess? Come on, cum. I wanna feel you as you moan onto my hand. Come on. Come on you slut. Come-”
Eddie got more aggressive, but it did the trick with the slut shaming doing more than you ever expected. The coil in your tummy snaps, sending waves of pleasure through your body and a white-hot flash past your eyes. You yell loudly into his hand, yelling words you weren’t sure they would make sense even if you didn’t have his hand clamped over your mouth.
As Eddie felt you come around his cock, your wet heat spasming it drew him to his orgasm faster than he was expecting. “Holy shit – Im gonna,” he stops, white hot cum shooting into your pussy, his orgasm overtaking him far faster than he expected.
His hand leaves your mouth, and he falls next to you. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” he starts to say, but you crawl into his arms and cut him off.
“Don’t care. I will need a morning after pill to make sure we don’t fuck over your uncle a second time, but I don’t care. I love the feeling of your cum in me.” You tell him honestly, leaning in for a kiss.
“I’m pretty sure I made you up,” Eddie mutters as he musters the energy to get up. He does, grabbing a towel and coming back to clean you up. “Hold on, be right back.”
Eddie gets changed into sweats and a band t shirt and runs into the trailer to get a glass of water. When he returns, he has a wet cloth as well and a shit eating grin on his face.
“What happened?” You ask, afraid to know the answer.
“He left a note.”
You didn’t see it when he first came in, a cloth against the mug of water he brought. “What does it say?”
Eddie giggles as he lifts it up and clears this throat dramatically. “It says, ‘You kids don’t know the meaning of the word quiet. I went for a walk. I’ll be back at 11.”
You put your hands over your mouth, mortified that after meeting his uncle its followed by fucking too loud and forcing him out of his own trailer. Eddie doesn’t seem to find this embarrassing, but rather funny. Silently you ask him why he’s laughing. “I didn’t think I would ever be able to fuck so loud that my uncle had to leave, seeing as my virginity status was bound to last until college.” He sighs looking off into distance. “Dreams really do come true.”
You get up, knees weak to grab the cloth in his hands. “I’ll take that.”
“AH ah ah.” He yanks it out of reach. “Lie down. Let me take care of you. Then we’ll go watch something in the living room before I drive you home, ok?”
You lie back down, Eddie placing a nice warm cloth on your pussy to clean it. When he’s done, he gives you some water. “Do you need a shower?” He asks, offering a clean towel from the linen closet. You nod your head no, thinking you’ll just take one at home and you wanted more time together.
Eddie shrugs and gives you your clothes and lets you know he’ll meet you in the living room and it’s his turn to pick the movie.
After Wayne gives you an extra half hour of wiggle room, he finds you sitting on the couch, you refusing to make eye contact as he walks in. He sits next to you anyway, already forgotten.
-
Eddie drives you home and when you flop into your bed you’re literally about to pass out from happiness. You sigh, the feeling of your wet panties against your folds both uncomfortable and erotic all at the same time. You opt to have a shower, feeling half asleep as the hot water hits your back. As your washing yourself your hand flutters down to your core, feeling the sticky cum Eddie er, surprised you with earlier. You find yourself horny again, giggling as the sleepy and horny mix is not always a great mix of emotions to be.
After washing your hair and losing track of time after zoning out and realizing the water has now turned lukewarm, you turn the tap off and waddle back into your room.
Dressed into a cozy pair of pajamas, you thank the heavens or whatever there’s no school. As your mom came upstairs to ask you a question at a time where you’re usually reading with your lamp on in a dimly lit room, she sees you fast asleep with a soft smile on your face.
Your alarm yanks you out of a hazy sleep, forgetting what you were dreaming about by the time you hit the off button and blink sleepily around at the state of your room. Breakfast, getting dressed, and sitting in the living room with your dad to pass the morning, you check your watch and it’s time to get going to work.
You run upstairs, grabbing your bag and keys when you notice an unfamiliar piece of paper on the window ledge by your bed. Curious, you climb up to grab it, recognizing the messy writing as soon as you open it up.
As much as I love your pretty pussy, you looked too peaceful to wake up. Call me when you’re done work. Eddie.
You blink, blankly wondering why he would have woken you up. Then Thursday floats into your brain, Eddie promising he’d wake you up this morning. A smile floats onto your face as you fold up the paper and sneak it into the edge of the mirror. Sex with him was astoundingly great but feeling cared for was just as fantastic.
You run downstairs and out the door, callously yelling a goodbye to your parents and driving almost recklessly to work. When you get in, there’s already many customers, remembering it was a big release for a movie this weekend for rent.
Robin scrunches her nose at you as you pass by her to go to the back room, a response to the bug eyed ‘holy shit’ look you gave her about the crowded small store. You applied lip gloss, put the vest on and clocked in two minutes early to help them on the floor. Looked like your relaxed Saturday you were looking forward to might not be so hazy.
Six hours (you stayed to help), hundreds of tapes exchanged and thousands of fake smiles at customers later, the store was finally closed. The movie you put on earlier finished twenty minutes ago, only the sound of the three of you opening and closing VHS tapes as you check to make sure they’re rewound and rewinding the ones that aren’t.
You and Steve grab two piles of returned tapes to stock them up again, fixing the stray tapes you found along the way. You two were working in tandem, the sound of static now emerging from the speakers. “Robin, can you turn that shit off?”
“Got it!” She shouts, turning to where the tape was playing.
“So. Robin told me something oddly interesting before you and a million other people showed up today.” Steve starts, his voice casual.
“What, that work isn’t a great place to find dates? I already knew that you’re the one with the problem, not me.” You retort, giggling as Steve acts offended.
When Steve turns on you, hands on his hips and his offended act dropping you get worried. “Excuse me, miss, but what was the thing that launched your relationship? Staring at him forever, or sending him in here so you had to talk to him? Huh? Yeah, that’s what I thought, try again.”
Shit. You’ve been humbled. “Okay, fair point. My bad, I take it back.”
“Uh huh,” Steve mutters, starting to stock the tapes again. “Little hypocrite.”
Your chest feels tight, and you sigh, attempting to break the tension. “Sorry. What was it that Robin told you?”
Steve’s chest indicates a quite huff of laughter, staring at a movie cover for far too long. “She told me you and Eddie discussed in detail yesterday about a threesome with me.”
Your heart stutters at him telling you this and the nonchalant tone he said it with. “Robin! Is nothing sacred?”
“Sorry!” She calls, knowing she messed it up. “I told him how asking Eddie to go to his party went but then I started going off on the never-ending train track again and I couldn’t stop talking and when I couldn’t stop, I brought up that he immediately brought it up when we said Steve and proposition in the same sentence and I was just talking about how funny that was because-”
“Robin!” you and Steve both interrupt her rant at the same time. “You’re doing it again.” You said, smiling softly to calm her down.
“Right. Sorry.” She says, looking crestfallen.
“Hey, it’s fine. Robin rambling is another Tuesday, here.” Steve says, leaning on one of the shelves and detesting how many tapes there were to put back still.
“You know we were kidding, right? You and Eddie have spoken a total of two times, and he is already making jokes about how you’re his platonic soulmate.” You say, attempting to sound casual about it. Again. It’s not like you haven’t thought about it.
Steve chuckles, looking at you fondly, his arms crossed while still leant on the shelf. “I mean. I was just saying how interesting it was that Eddie’s mind immediately went to that.”
You shrug. “Hey, proposition to not just one member of a couple but both is usually along those lines.”
There’s an energy there, and you can’t place it. You both stare at one another for a minute until you break out into laughter. “Jesus, Y/N. Can’t have everyone.”
“But you can?” You joke, finally picking up another tape to put back.
Steve doesn’t respond, just punches your shoulder at the jab you gave him.
The rest of your chores were done within 20 minutes, the three of you deciding to meet at Steve’s house instead of Robin’s tomorrow, since Steve’s parents are never home, and you get the living-room. The door locks up with Steve’s key, and you give them a wave as they wonder off to Steve’s car.
When you get home, the ugly green vest hanging out of your backpack and your feet sore as hell, you trudge up to your room with a tired hello to your parents.
When you’re halfway up, your mom tells you Eddie called about half an hour ago, since he didn’t know you stayed at work late today. You smile and thank her and run upstairs to go call him back.
His phone rings twice before he picks up, sounding like he ran to the phone. “Hello, princess.”
“What would you do if it wasn’t me?” You laugh, picturing a telemarketer getting this answer and immediately hanging up.
“That would be awkward. But it’s not, cause it’s you.” It sounds like he’s smiling into the phone, you can see him leant up against the wall of his hallway, dressed down to stay in and arms crossed against this stomach.
You lean back onto your bed, your feet feeling immediate relief as you lie down onto your bed. “Missed you this morning,” you whisper, eyes floating to the note you folded but put on display.
“Well, I didn’t want to interrupt what looked like a peaceful sleep.”
“You could’ve cuddled me.” You point out, eyes feeling droopy.
“I mean, I guess. I just didn’t want to disturb you, is all.” He insists, sounding as he was now pacing.
“That’s sweet. But you could never disturb me.” You mumble, feeling safe as if his voice had wrapped itself around you, comforting you in ways you couldn’t imagine was ever possible.
A beat. Eddie lightly asks into the phone, “Sweetheart are you falling asleep on me?”
“Not on you,” you mutter sleepily, turning on the ear your phone wasn’t on. “Wish I was on you.”
“Want me to come over and we can snuggle?” Eddie asks, already searching for his keys in his pockets.
A smile breaks across your face and your tummy flips at the idea. “Yes please.”
“Be right there.”
The line goes dead.
You hang up your phone and grab the faded and wrinkled copy of Lord of the Rings, and you were passed out before you reached the third page.
It felt almost immediately after you fell asleep when you feel a cold hand on your cheek, bringing you out of your sleep and startling you. “Whoa, whoa.” Eddie mutters, calming you down as to not alarm your parents. “It’s me. You asked me to come over. Then fell the fuck asleep. You must’ve been worn out.”
You smile in relief and grab his shirt, yanking him under the covers with you. “I was. Busy ass day at work. Everyone and their mother wanted the same damn movie and one-” you yawn, crawling into his arms when he gets comfortable, “one asshole yelled at us for a solid five minutes about it until Steve kicked him out.”
Eddie’s heart squeezes at the idea of some asshole yelling at her just because he could. “Sorry you had a rough shift, sweetheart.” He mutters, you feeling his cheek resting on your head, staring up at your ceiling.
The feeling of his arms around you brings immense and immediate comfort, lulling you and bring you further and further into sleep. “It-it’s ok. Part of the job, I guess.” You attempt to comfort him as your eyelids feel impossible to open. You would swear up and down the conversation continued after, but Eddie insisted you were out like a light.
When you were dead asleep at only 9:30, Eddie placed your well-read copy of Lord of the Rings aside, taking a note of what a secret dork you were, and pulled your blanket so you were snug shoulder to toe. As you tuck your self further into his chest, he looks around your room, noticing pop music posters, tapes and books lined on a bookshelf, a half open closet filled to the brim with clothes, a vanity where he wanted to find the perfume you used to get his own. He was half asleep himself, the sound of your breathing and steady heartbeat oddly comforting for him.
Your door was knocked on, startling him, making his jump out of his skin, but you remained asleep. Eddie prayed to any entity that the person knocking would go, taking a hint you were already sleeping.
The doorknob turned anyway, and Eddie would’ve jumped out of the window as soon as he saw it if you weren’t literally lying on top of him, almost completely. Didn’t this look compromising. Please don’t be her dad.
Your mom walks in, about to start a sentence, and completely stops mid breath, mouth open and gaping at the sight of her daughter fast asleep with her boyfriend in her bed, looking scared shitless. “Oh” she mouths, unsure of what to do now. You weren’t a hard kid, she didn’t need to prepare for such instances.
As if would even wake you up, Eddie whispers “Sorry, she asked me to come over because she had a hard day and fell asleep in the first five minutes.”
Your mom nods, understanding. She didn’t think Eddie had any reason to lie to her about it, it seemed this is the least incriminating position with him in your bed she could find you two, you’re both completely clothed, and the only thing of Eddie’s scattered in the room were his vest, jacket, and boots.
She didn’t see any need to punish either of you. “I was just going to tell her supper was ready a while ago and she hasn’t come down yet. I can see why, now.” Your mom finishes, tilting her head to look at her pooped kid. “Do you want it?”
Eddie is incredibly surprised at the gesture, expecting to be told to leave now that she was asleep. “No but thank you. You want me to go, or?”
“I want you to use the front door your van doesn’t make me so paranoid. I just appreciate you’re there for her.” Your mom feels oddly comforted by him lying down with you, the way he was here to not just hook up, but make you feel better after a hard day at work. It soothes a lot of anxieties she had about your relationship that seemed to be going so well, so fast. She thought she would’ve freaked out at finding Eddie in your bed like she knew she would eventually, she just thought there would be little to no clothes on your backs. If there was a time to be a freaked-out mom, she didn’t think this was it. “Just be glad I’m not her father. He wouldn’t have been so understanding.”
“I was praying you weren’t him.”
She laughs softly, backing up to the door. Eddie sees you in her, her eyes, her kindness, her laugh. Eddie used to wonder what kind of guy he would be when a girl would bring him home to the ‘rents. His main estimate that he would probably never get that serious while in high school. At this point though, he could see himself forming a relationship with your mother, able to walk in when he pleased and steal some left-over pizza.
It was a vision as clear as he had when you met his uncle Wayne. He could see you walking in the trailer, Wayne gruffly saying he was at an unscheduled band practice, and you would sit down next to him, grabbing some popcorn effortlessly conversing. It felt beautiful, like he was made to fit in your family, and you his.
Your mom walks up to the lamp, noticing Eddie’s eyelids getting droopy and turning it off. She grabs the book from his hands, placing it on the bedside table. She leaves the room, taking a glance at the two of you cuddled into one another and both seeming comfortable.
The light went off and Eddie could vaguely hear the door closing, the feeling of sleep pulling him back in, his head feeling heavy against yours. He didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky, but he knew he wanted to stay here forever.
-
Eddie is woken up to something moving along his thighs, a damp specific heat radiating onto it. He’s momentarily confused until he hears you whimper, and it dawns on him. He opens his eyes, sunrise starting, a pinky blue haze in the sky cascading into the room.
He looks down to your face, your eyes still closed, frantically grinding your thin pajama pants against the thickest part of his thigh. He is already hard, thanks to morning wood, and he palms himself through his pants as he watches your face tense up in pleasure. He jerks off his cock a few strokes, perfectly content with letting you finish your dream until he hears, loud as daylight, “Eddie, feels so good.”
Eddie felt himself twitch in his hand as you whine his name desperately, causing a nearly primal want awaken in him, going from content with what he had to desperate for more. You start grinding faster, your whimpers louder. He grabs your face, kissing your lips with a pull in his stomach of pure lust. “Does it feel good as you use my thigh to get off, baby?” he asks, voice low, but still wanting to wake you up.
You nod, and start to kiss him back, continually grinding all the while. “Princess.”
“Hmm?” you ask, your hands starting to reach out for him, desperate to touch him. You feel yourself waking up, yet you didn’t want to leave the dream.
“Wake up.”
Your eyes flutter open, and your movements come to a halt. You glance around you, wondering where you were, and realizing it was already the next morning. You feel Eddie’s body shaking lightly, his arm moving rapidly. When you understand he was fisting himself, the feeling of your wet pussy pulsating against his thigh suddenly felt heavy, too aware.
“Oh, fuck I’m sorry,” you whisper, starting to get away from him, entirely too embarrassed. How much did he know?
Eddie grabs onto you with his free hand, his rough and calloused fingers easily tugging you back towards him. “Don’t you dare,” he mutters, his hips involuntarily grind up. You watch him, his face slack and his eyes starting to fade closed. “You grinding on my hips like a desperate little slut in your sleep was fantastic. Keep doing it for me.”
You can feel your insecurities of accidentally throwing him off now fading in the lust over taking your body. Your cunt gets wetter, the idea of him watching you get yourself off on his thighs while moaning his name surprisingly hot to you. You move to straddle his thigh again, but Eddie yanks down the elastic waistband. “Take off your panties first, doll.” You feel flushed, almost embarrassed. The embarrassment is quickly replaced with want and you quickly tear off your pants and shirt. “So desperate for my cock, huh?” You nod, straddling his thigh once more. “Too bad,” he grunts, placing one hand on the small of your back. “You make yourself cum on my thigh then daddy will fuck you.”
It slips out of him, he barely notices. It stuns you, your pussy hovering over the milky skin of his thighs. Your breathing is heavier, and a part of you wants to protest it but you moan, the idea turning you on more than it did off. “Okay, daddy.” You whimper, starting to hump him desperately.
The use of daddy now surprises him, and it dawns on him he had said it. He chuckles, remembering your wide eyes to the use of the word papa the night before. He shudders as your wet slick grinds up against him, soaking his bare thigh. He can now literally feel how turned on you are, literally pulsating around nothing as you whine.
“Shh, baby. I can hear someone downstairs.”
“S-sorry daddy,” you whimper, wholeheartedly jumping into it. You didn’t think it would work for you but calling Eddie daddy was something your brain was holding onto and squeezing tight, refusing to let go. You were panicking but your lust hazed brain was too gone to think critically. As you feel yourself get closer to the edge, your thighs pooling in heat and what feels like a physical build up in your tummy.
Eddie is grunting lowly as he watches your face fall more and more apart, thinking about asking you to masturbate for him on your bed so he can watch from your vanity. You are getting yourself off was somehow so much hotter than his own cock in your pretty little mouth. “It’s ok baby, I just don’t want your parents seeing their sweet little girl so needy as she gets herself off, ya?”
You nod, your throat feels tight, and you bite your lip. “Daddy, can I have a kiss?”
Eddie smiles, jerking himself off slowly, not to finish himself but just to have some release. “Cum, first, baby. Then sure.”
You don’t know how, but the very command of you to cum causes the coil in your stomach to snap sharply, a body spasming orgasm quickly swirling and invading your body, the heat becoming unbearable, even taking a pitstop in your head. It was an intense orgasm, your mouth opening and stunting against his shoulder. Eddie wants to kiss you, but his lusted-out brain decides against it and places two fingers in your mouth.
You accept his fingers happily, sucking on them hard and swirling your tongue over them, your thighs flexing and relaxing in a rhythm, still straddled on his thigh. “So eager.” He mutters, head tilted as you cover his fingers in your spit. He takes his fingers out finally and replaces them with his mouth, invading your mouth with his tongue, and you whimper in pleasure as you meet his with your own.
As you kiss, he grabs on to your hips and miraculously turns you onto your back. He sits up, reaching back to grab his shirt and yank it off. Your hips open already, open and ready for him to do whatever he wanted to you.
When Eddie’s momentarily blocked vision is cleared, he sees you staring up at him with a dark gaze, your legs open resting on their feet and your pussy glistening with how wet you were. “Jesus, I don’t think there will be anyone hotter.” He mutters his eyes staying on your cunt as he starts to line himself up with your entrance.
You reach out desperately for him, trying to touch his arms, his shoulders, any thing. Anything to calm the ache of just wanting him. You were wet enough for him to slide in easily, bottoming out instantly. The feeling of his cock feels so fucking good you start a loud moan and Eddie puts his hand on your mouth again. “Shut up, baby. We can’t have either of your parents wondering up about the commotion.”
His gruff hands using too much pressure on your mouth caused your eyes to roll back in your head, your mouth still open in quiet pleasure, feeling both over stimulated and like you’re not getting enough. Eddie takes his hand off your mouth and uses it to support his weight as he starts to roll his hips. Your skin tingles at your hip where one hand was stationed, and you feel your legs flexing as they wander around aimlessly in the air.
Eddie suddenly wraps both of his arms around your waist, tugging onto you as he supports your weight, and he lifts you so you’re now on top. “Ride my cock, make daddy cum.”
You see a slight shift in his features, and you can tell he’s getting closer to his own high. You start bouncing on his cock, your thighs sore from doing it yesterday, but too desperate to pay attention to it. He leans into you, whispering in your ear. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, princess. You ride me like a fucking porn star. She’s so sweet until you get a cock in her and all the sudden, she’s a big slut. Daddy’s slut.” He rambles on and you knew it was only a matter of time he was finishing, and you were letting him cum inside you again, accustomed and turned on by idea.
You weren’t close yourself, but watching his face get more screwed up as he gets closer, and you watch his chest heaving and feel his hands tighten their grip on your hips. “Gonna cum” he mutters, giving you only the slightest warning until you feel his cock shooting his white hot cum in you, filling you up even more. His orgasm lasted longer than it usually did, watching as your pussy leaks and overfills with him. You stop, out of breath and completely content in only cumming on his thighs. The idea was hot anyway.
Eddie looks at you as this idea starts to make home in your mind. The look on his face tells you that you are both nowhere close to being done. He sees your face and watches as the gears turn and figure out that he’s not quite done with you yet.
Wordlessly he lies down so his head is on the pillow, and you think he wants you to ride him again. He does, but not his cock. You crawl to straddle his cock again, and Eddie tugs on your thighs, guiding you to crawl up closer and closer to his face. You stop, resting your ass on his chest as you figure what he wanted.
Eddie looks down towards his chest, your pussy leaking his cum, the white substance covering your pussy lips. He groans, and reaches one hand to use his finger, hooking lightly and collecting it. He puts the finger in his mouth, and he feels his chest get wetter as you watch the way you both taste together, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
He reaches in for more and brings this sample to your mouth, having you taste the combined slick of the both of you. It was erotic, the bitter taste of his cum mixed with the metal taste of your pussy. “Wanna taste more of that. Sit on my fucking face.” He mutters, tugging on your thighs to bring you closer.
You find yourself drawn to his face, slowly inching towards it. Your pussy finally reaches just over his mouth, and you sit down lightly on it, afraid you would hurt him if you put all your weight onto him. Eddie is having none of your hesitation and hooks his arms around your thighs and tugs you down harshly. You attempt to sit back up, and Eddie keeps you in place.
He says something muffled, but you were guessing he was telling you to stay put. Eddie licks one long strip down your pussy, you are moaning brokenly and wrapping your arm around your face as to not make too much noise. Eddie can see your face twisted up already in pleasure, and does the lick again, and experimentally tapping his tongue repeatedly, the sensation sending a shock through you as you completely relax your weight on to him.
Eddie keeps his eyes on you, refusing to close them.
Your pussy gets wetter by the second, Eddie expertly lapping up all your juices but always just avoiding your clit. You get desperate for him to abuse your clit and start grinding on his face, and a muffled moan comes from him, aroused at your increasingly greedy stature. As you grind a tad harder than you were before, your hips making a slightly bigger circle before. Your clit finally reaches some release, not from his tongue from what you were craving but his nose. A wave of pleasure goes through you, and you start huffing lightly as you start to purposely rub your nub against his nose.
He wonders what changed then feels a purposeful hit of his nose on your clit, and he realizes you were getting off on it. He lets it happen, starting to suck on your pussy lips hard and help you chase the high the flexing of your thighs under neath his hands were signalling you were so close to. “I-Im close” you mumble softly, and Eddie holds on to you tighter and you respond by grabbing his hair.
He chuckles into your hole, and his tongue darts into it, and you continue grinding it, his tongue fucking you with as much effect as his cock would. In your stomach the coil gets tighter and you can you feel your legs shaking around his head as he laps up every single drop you spilling onto his face. By now you’ve nearly pushed out every drop of his cum, which wasn’t the point to begin with.
You crouch over, feeling the same intense feeling you had the night before. It starts from his nose on your clit, spreads like wildfire through your legs and into your tummy. You feel the same urge to push and let go, and a wave of pleasure hits again. A gushing sound hits your ears, your thighs suddenly feeling sticky and wet. You sit up, looking down at Eddie’s face and seeing him covered in your slick you just let out.
“Holy shit,” you mutter, backing up from his face. “Holy shit.” You fall onto your back next to him, breathing heavily. Eddie blinks rapidly, wiping his eyes, his wet lashes looking like he went for a swim. You giggle, feeling giddy as your orgasm is still lingering. You somehow manage to get up, knees weak as you waddle to the hook on the back of the door of your room for a clean towel. As you hit the bed again Eddie reaches out and you yank it out of his reach. “Let me, baby.” You delicately pat the towel on his face, absorbing all your slick and getting on his ears where it both miraculously and impressively ended up.
“I must’ve squirted a lot this time huh,” you comment, still finding wet areas around his neck and chin.
Eddie laughs, sitting up. “God, like a fucking waterfall you were.”
You flush, the comparison making you nervous. Eddie notes the sudden change in your demeanor, curious, considering you were still naked with him. “A very, very pretty waterfall. A waterfall I could stay in forever.” He reassures you, and you scrunch your shoulders up as he leans in to kiss you rapidly.
Your mom calls up, letting you know breakfast is ready when you were. “Guess that’s our cue to get dressed, you say, sighing. You waddle over to your closet and grabbing a skirt and a long-sleeved shirt. After grabbing some comfortable underwear, you slip on your clothes, and turn around to see Eddie pulling up his pants and closing his belt.
You smile at him, grabbing his hand and escorting him downstairs. You pause at the top, panicked. Eddie snuck in last night. “Wait. Does she know you’re here?”
“Yeah, she came in to give you supper and let me stay the night. She’s cool.” Eddie smiles, his thumb rubbing against yours.
As you trot downstairs, you smell her cooking, having made a large breakfast. The bacon and eggs smelled particularly mouth watering, having not eaten since lunch yesterday. “Morning.” You say, sitting down at the island.
You pat the seat next to you and Eddie sits down, grabbing a plate for the each of you.
“How did you sleep?” she asks kindly.
“Well.” You say, scooping up some eggs and then reaching to the far side for some bacon.
“Sit, let me help” Eddie mutters, lightly pushing you back to your seat. “Gonna hurt yourself.”
You roll your eyes and grab two pairs of forks.
Your mom watches the two of you, finding it hard to believe you hadn’t been together long. “Dad’s at work?” you ask, noting the silence of the living room.
“Yeah. He’ll be working every day until next Saturday at the plant.” She pauses, grabbing some of her cookware and bringing it to the sink to wash. “Speaking of next Saturday. Eddie, any plans?”
“Uh, not that I know of. Sometimes my uncle promises I do some chores for our neighbours for some extra cash but that’s about it.” Eddie pauses, chewing on some bacon. “Why?”
“Would you like to have supper with us? I know her father would really like to get to know you and well, so would I if I’m gonna be seeing you more often.”
Eddie looks to you, and you shrug. It was up to him. Granted boyfriend dinners are customary, Ted Wheeler demanding that both Steve and Johnathan sit down with their family when it was time. Ted and your father got along well, so it made sense. “Sure. Sounds good. Any dress code?”
You giggle, remembering his leather get up from Tuesday. “What you wore on your date last Saturday is perfect.” She responds, smiling warmly.
You two finish your breakfast, and Eddie collects both of your plates to bring them over to the sink. “That’s very sweet but I’ll take care of it. You go.”
You walk him to the front door where you dropped off his jacket, vest, and boots as you went into the kitchen. “Show off,” you mutter, no truth behind it.
“Nah. Just being a good boyfriend.” He bends over to slip on a boot. “Any plans for today, sweetheart?”
“Hanging out with Steve and Robin.” You check your watch, and you already only had 45 minutes to be there. “Which I gotta shower for, yikes.”
“See you later.” He leans in for a kiss, chaste and sweet. He grabs his outerwear and opens the front door, giving you one last wink and then running out to his van.
You remind your mom of your plans and then run upstairs to get ready for it.
You weren’t sure what exactly the big secret Robin was going to share with you, but you were both excited and nervous to find out what she and Steve have always been whispering about.
-
A shower, a stop to the drug store for a morning after pill, and a sing along car ride to some Michael Jackson later, you show up at Steve’s big ass house with a blanket and some choice movies. Steve has some movies, of course, but you and Robin knew his taste in movies was questionable at best, so you figured you’d save the night.
Steve and Robin answer the door together, Robin admitting she’s been there since the morning. If Steve wasn’t so insistent against it, you’d assume they’ve been secretly dating.
You waddled right behind them, arms full of goods as they lead you into Steve’s living room. They have seemed to spend a good amount of time setting up, some candles lit up for ambiance with several pillows and blankets in the center of the room, your blanket now deemed useless. Steve’s several couches and the coffee table are pushed aside and the tv has a movie on, stopped.
“What’s all this for?” You ask, the three of you usually just end up somewhat intertwined on the couch, sharing commentary about the movie and laughing about the small town gossip that has made its rounds.
“Special occasion.” Robin states, her hands seeming more interesting than anything else.
You shoot a questioning look at Steve, none of this making sense to you. Steve shrugs, but there’s a knowing look in his brown eyes. “I’m going to go and grab the snacks. You two sit down.”
Robin sighs as Steve leaves the room, silence hanging heavy in the air as you sat down in your blanket, Robin sitting awkwardly from you sit criss-crossed.
After multiple things hitting the floor in the kitchen and swearing, he comes back out, managing a few bowls of snacks and a 2 litre of coke. “Okay. We’re good.” You and Robin each grab a bowl to prevent from him losing his grip. “Hey. Press play?”
You almost answer until you notice his eyes are only on Robin. “Uh, how about we just wait until everything is said?”
“Alright, no distractions.” Steve sits down next to you, creating a triangle between the three of you.
You let the silence sink in for a moment. The want to know what was happening started small, only an inkling in the back of your mind. Now, this want has blown up and it’s blown up like a bouncy castle taking up all the real estate. You can feel it getting bigger, starting to spill out. Suddenly you can’t hold it in. “What is going on?”
Robin inhales sharply, looking to Steve. Steve gives her an encouraging smile and looks over and catches you looking. His smile grows, somehow perfectly communicating to you that it’s nothing to worry about. Nothing bad. “Okay, well. Here goes. You remember the adventure we had right before we lost our jobs, yeah?”
You knew she was being purposely vague; the whole event never being truly discussed between the three of you. Sometimes it would be joked about, a look being shared followed by laughter erupting. But yeah, being trapped underneath the mall in a secret elevator then kidnapped by Russians when they refused to believe you were simply at the wrong place at the wrong time was something hard to forget about. Occasionally it led to a nightmare or two, fortunately the nightmares happening less frequently now that time has passed and your mom asking less questions.
This all passes through your mind in less than ten seconds. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“Well, after Back to Future confused the hell out of the three of us and the dehydration kicked in, the mall lights weren’t treating us very well.” Your mind flashes back to the lights spinning, something you thought was an expression until then. “Then I think you knew what happened.”
The memory of waking up on the bathroom floor after throwing up your guts came to mind, and you crawled passed the middle stall to find Robin and Steve giggling. You asked them what was happening, and Steve says “I don’t know. What the fuck is happening?”
You never found out what they were talking about, but you didn’t think it mattered. If it was important for you to know, you’d know. A need-to-know basis around the Upside Down became an unspoken agreement between everyone. The less shared trauma, the better. “I passed out for about five or so minutes and you two ended up trading secrets on a bathroom floor. I think. I don’t really know I didn’t spend too much mulling about it.”
“While you were out, Steve,” she pauses, huffing. “Steve kind of confessed that he liked me.” She makes eye contact, her mouth partially open and chest heaving. “He was saying all these nice things about me, and the more he kept on about it the more I wanted him to stop.” She smiles at Steve and shifts herself so she is hugging her knees.
“I seriously thought for a moment that she overdosed. I was really freaked out.” Steve mutters, looking off.
“Yeah, I was upset because the worst thing I thought that could happen that summer, happened. I spent too much time making fun of him and sending signals on signals that we wouldn’t work. I tried every way but verbal to turn him away, and as it turns out, it did just the opposite.” She pauses, looking for a reaction from you.
“I mean, I was spent all summer thinking you two were going to start dating and that did not happen. In fact, when I brought it up to Steve the beginning of our school year, he insisted, nearly screamed at me that it wasn’t the case.” You say laughter in your voice at the end of the sentence.
“If you recall, I had said I wasn’t the biggest fan of Steve while I was in his class.” Robin scrunches up her face as she says it. “Steve interpreted as I had a crush on him, and he didn’t even look at me.”
“That’s how I interpreted it too, to be honest.” You confess, giving Steve a look when she said it, silently telling him now could be his chance.
“Well, don’t feel bad, because I intentionally mislead the both of you. I couldn’t exactly outright say what I meant by it.” Robin confesses. “So. Back to the bathroom. Steve has professed some feelings for me. I told him why I wasn’t his biggest fan. There was…this…girl who kept staring at him. And for once. One time, I wanted her to look at me.”
It falls silent as she lets the words sink into your skin. Robin and Steve watch you carefully as the gears work slowly to digest this bomb of a nugget that was just dropped onto you.
Oh. The way you jerk your head up at Robin and look at Steve to confirm you understood what she was trying to tell you. He nods, his mouth in a straight line and nods ever so lightly. “Oh.” You say, swallowing some saliva that has involuntarily gathered in your mouth. You turn back to face her, and she his poorly disguising the fear slowly creeping up her face.
You can affirm your acceptance any way here, and humour seemed the best way to go. “So, is that why you never seem to want to talk about your love life?”
Robin and Steve simultaneously look at one another and break out into laughter. “I mean, she’s crushing hard on one particular little lady in her band class.” Steve mentions, looking at her fondly.
As if your brain was missing a number in an equation, it all adds up. “Oh my god, Vickie?” You ask, the memory of Vickie coming to the front counter with you stationed there working on a mindless chore and Robin jumping in and enthusiastically asking if she could take over for a minute.
“H-how?” Steve asks, both impressed and upset he didn’t get to tell you who Robin has nearly comedically been miming conversations about when you were around.
“I don’t know how I didn’t see it before, honestly.” You admit, thinking about the number of times she has mentioned Vickie saying something funny in class, like the look on her face you confused for affection for a friend is actually adoration for a crush. “Now that I think about it, you mention her quite frequently.”
“Damn. She’s smarter than I give her credit for.” Steve says, making your cheeks heat up.
“Thanks for telling me.”
Startled, Robin looks up at you, her green eyes wide as if she wasn’t expecting it. “Why are you thanking me?”
“You can assume that I’m an accepting person based on how we have known each other for a little bit and choose to spend our free time together. Honestly, though, even knowing someone like we do I think there’s a chance the person you tell will lash out or choose to out you and it can go terribly wrong.” You tell her, the subject hitting close to home. “My cousin came out last year. It didn’t go very well. My aunt and uncle kicked him out and I haven’t spoken to either of them since in protest. I swore up and down they would be accepting, they’re good people who provided a lot of help when my parents needed it the most. Yet, they still had the prejudice so bad that they kicked out their own son.” Not that you were making it about you, you hoped she had understood you had a level of perspective on what gay individuals have to think about when considering coming out. “You were willing to sacrifice your personal safety to tell me the truth. So, I appreciate that.”
“I needed someone to tease her when Vickie comes in with me.” Steve oversimplifies it. “It was killing me not being able to laugh with you in a corner while she stumbled over her words.”
“I’m guessing this is why Steve is so adamant about you not being a couple.” It made sense why he was being vague when you asked for a reason why, too. “Also, what is with Steve in taking pleasure when we’re struggling over our words with our crushes?”
“Hey, if I’m suffering, you are too. We share.” Steve says firmly, putting emphasis on the word share.
You and Robin giggle, the tension that you could cut with a knife earlier now completely gone. “So. Just keep it a secret. That’s all I ask. I’ll come out on my own time, probably when I leave Hawkins.”
You agree silently, offering a pinky for a promise. She hooks hers in and you lock it in.
“Okay so I believe miss Y/N here owes us a telling of her Thursday.” Steve declares dramatically.
“Oh yeah.” You say airily. “I forgot about that. Do you want to know about Friday and Saturday, too, or would that be too much.”
They both look at you like you have an extra head. “Jesus, you Rabbits!” Robin exclaims, genuine surprise on her face. “I mean, we have time, yeah, but God you guys need to relax! You can take a day off, you know. Watch a movie, read a book. Go for a walk. Damn.”
“We do all those things,” you say casually. “We just fuck in between all that.”
Robin rolls her eyes and grabs a chip, the nervousness from her confession all gone and feeling at ease.
“Ok. So. Thursday.”
-
You finished delving into (most of) the details of your sex life blushing as you admitted how Eddie finished you off that very morning and find both of your friends staring at you as if they’re reading something incredibly dirty. “What?” you ask, feeling self conscious.
Steve is avoiding eye contact, trying to ignore the subtle twitch of his dick. The story was far dirtier than he was expecting from the two of you, and he couldn’t help but picture the faces you made as Eddie placed is hand over your mouth to stay quiet.
Robin knew him almost too well and was the only person, even out of the two of you, who had the good sense to understand there was even a hint of lingering attraction coming from both ends. That was saying a lot because Robin often needed to be guided in social ques. She could see the hitch in his breath as you explained it and the sudden needing to focus on the movie they were watching.
From your end, you were avoiding eye contact, mainly focusing on looking at Robin as you told them. She knew if you caught his eye, you would immediately steer away. “I think we’re just surprised our little innocent sunshine could be so…” she drifts off, loss for words.
Your eyes roll, feeling mildly defensive. “You wanted details. You begged me for details. Are these details too much for y’all?”
“I think they might start to be if you two continue at this rate.” Robin chuckles, keeping an eye on the eery silence coming from Steve.
You hold in laughter, knowing you haven’t even told them about calling Eddie daddy. You know at this point you can’t, it would cause them to spontaneously combust. You might tell Robin, but just the thought of telling Steve is enough to make your heart race. “So. Steve. Are you okay?”
Steve blinks back to reality, thinking about anything remotely repulsing enough to kill his boner dead. The numerous times he walked in on Tommy and Carol was one of his extreme measures, but it did the job. His eyes focus on your worried face, and a pang of guilt hits him. Here you are divulging into the details of your private life only because he specifically requested it and he’s being a pervert. “I’m just speechless, I guess.” He lies.
“Remind me not to give in anymore when you are asking for the details anymore.” You say, this stunned reaction the last thing you were expecting.
“Alright so let’s get out of this weird hole.” Robin states, wanting to run away and let you two continue the awkward conversation.
“Let’s watch one of Steve’s movies and make fun of it.” Robin says, getting up to trade out the movie currently in for Back to the Future because it gives Steve a mind-fuck every time. “If you two get weird again I’m leaving, and I don’t care if it’s late at night.”
“We’re not being weird, Robin. You’re being weird for thinking we’re being weird.” Steve protests, a defensive tone in his voice.
“Yeah.” You add, not helping what Robin was talking about but feeling compelled to say so anyway. “Weirdo.”
Robin rolls her eyes, drinking her pop and letting the two of you dig a bigger hole for yourselves.
As Marty gets to the past and his mother wakes him up, Steve’s eyes go wide and divulge into the rabbit hole that was the idea that Lorraine nearly sleeps with her son without knowing. The atmosphere lightens up immensely, you and Robin bringing up ideas or points he didn’t even think about and sending him on a tangent or two.
Two movies and a few positions the three of you shift between, the three of you are lying side by side, barely paying attention to the last 20 minutes of The Goonies, talking softly about whatever crossed your mind. Steve laid between the two of you, and it was hard not to feel your skin on fire as his arm brushed against yours.
These new reactions that are occurring when something as normal as touch of his fingertips to your forearm are brand new, and the guilt from the goosebumps it creates is almost too much to bear.
You just got with Eddie, and it’s better than you could’ve imagined. Why is your body betraying you?
Robin checks her watch as the credits roll, sitting up with a crunch of some thrown popcorn from a popcorn battle you all got into. “I gotta get going. I have way too much homework and I’ve been putting it off all weekend.”
“Alright, I’ll drive you.” You say, getting up to grab your sweater, blanket, and choice movies to get ready to leave.
“See you tomorrow morning, Steve.” You say, smiling and hoping the atmosphere from earlier tonight is long gone.
“Tomorrow morning? You forgetting I graduated, there, sunshine?” He asks sarcastically.
“Seems you did, because you loiter around most mornings until Nancy kicks you out.” You point out, most mornings where Steve likes to tease you somehow, preparing some thick skin for your day. At least, that’s what Steve says.
“She’s got a point,” Robin said, laughter bubbling up in her throat.
“Get out of my house.” Steve shouts when he has no retort.
You girls laugh as you run to your car, coming up with a new way to tease him somehow, giggling as Robin comes up with funnier things you could imagine with her outrageously charming wit.
You drop her off and get back home to your house declining an offer for supper, having eaten a sizeable amount of junk at Steve’s.
As you lie down facing your ceiling, you reach out to grab your Lord of the Rings book, noting a dog ear folded only about 10 or so pages in, something you would never do reading your worn-out copy. You wondered who could have- then it hits you. Eddie was reading it to keep himself busy when you fell asleep last night.
Dang. There’s that guilt.
You shake it off, attempting to read where you left off, about halfway into the book where Gandalf the Grey sacrifices himself. Only about ten minutes and five pages pass by, and the feeling of guilt sits low in your stomach.
Reaching next to you for your phone, you dial Eddie, needing to hear his voice. “Munson residence,” you hear his voice, and it’s everything you needed to hear.
“Hi,” you say, feeling a tad shy. “I miss you.”
He chuckles, low. “Hi, sweetheart. I miss you too. How were they?”
“Shocked.” You answer, referring to their surprised faces after you described what they had begged for.
“How so?”
You knew you hadn’t expressed that you were giving details about your shared private life and you’re beginning to wonder if you should establish rules on what you’re both allowed to disclose to your friends. “They knew we have gotten down and dirty on Thursday and they insisted on details. They were a bit more surprised to find out we also did it yesterday and this morning.” You pause, worrying you were making him uncomfortable. “I didn’t tell all of the dirty details, of course, but enough to stun them into silence.” Pausing again, there’s a question that burns in the back your mind. “Does me talking with them about this ever make you uncomfortable, Eddie?”
His hesitation isn’t exactly comforting.
“Ed?”
“Uncomfortable isn’t the right for it, Y/N.” He offers, the sentence offering both comfort and confusion.
“What would be the right one?” You ask, anxiety not sitting pretty in your stomach. Disappointing him is your least favourite thing.
“Cautious, I suppose.” He says slowly.
“Explain?”
“l don’t mind you talking to your friends. Seems like the kind of thing you guys talk about, anyway. My only hesitation on it would be the context.”
There’s an audible sigh of relief from your end, causing a chuckle to come out of his mouth. “I was thinking we could actually talk about having some boundaries so I don’t disclose anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“That’s a good idea, baby.” He says fondly, relieved that you brought it up like this before he panicked about it.
“Not on here, though. My mom can pick up the phone at any moment and I don’t need her knowing about certain things. Like really don’t need her knowing.”
As if your mom could tell she was being spoken about, you hear “Five more minutes on the phone, then it’s lights out, my girl.”
“You didn’t hear that did you,” you ask, hoping for a no.
“What was it, five more minutes?” Eddie asks, smirk clear in this voice.
“You’re lucky you don’t have a curfew.” You complain, embarrassed at the idea of your mom giving you a bedtime.
“You’re lucky you have a mom that gives a shit, sweetheart.” He retorts back.
“Oh. Shit. Sorry.”
Eddie laughs, not offended at all, completely understanding what you meant. “It’s fine. Bitch left when I was five. I don’t care enough about her to be offended.” He sighs, wanting this conversation to continue for as long as possible. He would sneak over and sleep over with you but now he knew your mom liked to check in on you and he’s pretty sure to make both your lives easier he can’t piss your mom off. “Well, princess, that is my cue to let you go. See you at school.”
“Okay. I-” your mouth goes to say something, something you weren’t even sure that was true yet.
“You?” Eddie asks expectantly, waiting you to finish your sentence.
“I-I forgot what I was going to say. Oops.” You lie, hoping Eddie will brush over it.
“Go to sleep, baby.” He says, chalking it up to exhaustion.
Eddie doesn’t let you say goodbye, hanging up so he can’t let you procrastinate hanging any longer.
It wasn’t any much longer until you fell asleep, guilt sitting pretty in your brain after the reactions your body had, but planning to tell Eddie when you had a chance.
-
Pain.
You wake up, grimacing in pain as you clutch your stomach in a fetal position. You moan, checking the time. It’s about an hour before your alarm was supposed to go off, and you roll back over in annoyance. Another wave of pain runs through you and you something specific only people with a uterus has ever felt.
Fuck. Your period.
You get up reluctantly, assessing the damage to your sheets. As your luck would have it, you were going to indefinitely need to change them. You rip off the sheets and toss them into the corner with your laundry basket, you’ll deal with it later. You get up and to your vanity, grabbing the painkillers that sit pretty until you need them.
Usually, it’s only during your period do you need them, but bitch you need them every six hours on the hour because your period pain tended to be terrible, sometimes requiring days off from school to wallow in it.
One girl in your Junior Year’s gym class claimed she’s never had period pain. In that moment you envied that women more than you could bare.
After a shower to clean up, you get dressed into the polar opposite of the clothes you chose to wear last Wednesday/Thursday. The comfiest fucking clothes you had. If you were still going to school while your uterus was ripping itself apart, at least you weren’t wearing a thong.
You get some sympathy from your mom about it on the way out the door, and she promises to clean your sheets and replace them. God, you were lucky sometimes.
You arrive at school, and in the corner of the lot, leant up against his van is the one thing you needed to see this morning. You get out of your car, wasting no time to run to him, crashing into his arms.
“Good mornin’” Eddie greets you, wondering what this was about.
“Hi,” you mutter into his chest.
“You doin ok?” He asks tentatively. Slowly you shake your head no, your arms going limp at your side. A wave of pain hits you, causing you to whimper and fling your arms back up to him, holding on tight. “Whoa, what’s going on?”
“Got my period.” You mumble, your fingers digging into his jacket. “Period cramps are a bitch.”
“Oh, my poor sweet girl.” He says, understanding at last. “Come on, let’s get you sitting down.”
He walks you over to the cafeteria, sitting at the Hellfire club’s table. Your brain wanted nothing more than to talk with him, spend some quality time together before you start the school day. That would be easier if you weren’t in so much pain. Instead of what could’ve been, you’re bent over the table, whining every time it tenses up. “Fuck,” you whine, hitting the heal of your hand on the table in frustration. “I was fine after I got out of the shower. I drove here.”
“Do you need to call your mom to pick you up?”
“No, I-I should be ok. I’ve stayed at school in worse pain.” You say, barely able to get your sentence out.
“Hold on, sweetheart.” You hear Eddie say, and as you’re crouched and lying on your arms, you see his shadow get up and move.
Eddie, completely panicking about the amount of pain you seem to be in, felt a bit of relief when Robin and Steve wonder in the school, it too early to be considered loitering. “Hey, uh. I need help.” He tells them, and points to you at the table when they give you a questioning look.
“Is she ok?” Steve asks, his eyes still on you.
“She got her period.” Eddie said, and Robin and Steve understood immediately. Your first day of the cycle was a bitch for you, your pain hurting more than others. Usually, you were able to manage it after the pain of the morning hits you, only grimacing occasionally. However, there were times every now and then where you get a beating from it, and you can barely do anything but wither in pain.
“Has she moved at all?” Robin asks, knowing the answer already.
“Not since sitting down.” He admits, turning around to face you.
“Call her mom.” Robin replies immediately.
“Why?” Eddie asks, no venom behind his words, just curiosity.
Robin and Steve sigh, having been through this before during their summer job together both months. “She will refuse to go home unless we send her. Someone else calling to send her home is not her staying home sick, it’s being sent home.”
“Is there a difference?” Eddie asks, not hearing any.
“To her? Yeah.” Steve says, rolling his eyes. “If she stays home, it’s laziness. If someone sends her, it’s not under her control. Call her mom before other people show up, she gets weirdly embarrassed about this shit.”
“Thanks.” Eddie says, meaning it wholeheartedly. “I don’t know how I would’ve handled it with out you.”
“No problem.”
Eddie makes his way to you, where it has gotten bad enough to the point where your knuckles are white from making a fist. “Hi, sweetheart.” He says softly, petting your hair after sitting down next to you. You mumble nothing in return. “I am just going to make a quick phone call, ok? I should be back in five minutes.”
Eddies runs outside to the pay phone, thankful he had change from yesterday afternoon. He dials your number which he’s already memorized.
“L/N residence.”
“Hi, Mrs. L/N, it’s Eddie. I think you should come pick Y/N up, she has been bent over the cafeteria table for about ten minutes and can barely say a word.”
“Oh my gosh,” your mom says, sounding concerned. “That’s unfortunate. I can’t come pick her up, I have a dentist appointment to get a cavity filled. Do you mind driving her home? I can call your uncle and explain the skipped class if you need me to.”
Eddie is more impressed with her kindness by the day. “I would appreciate it. This year he’s buckling down on missed classes and assignments so I can graduate.”
“Okay, well thank you for calling and letting me know. Take her home and drop off her car keys at the front door, please.”
“Alright. Have fun at the dentist” Eddie says, feeling awkward immediately after.
“Yeah, yeah, go take my daughter home.” Your mom says and hangs up the phone.
Eddie runs back to the cafeteria where he finds Mike and Dustin sitting across the table from you, staring with confused looks on their faces. They look up and see Eddie, and they immediately point to you with questions about to pop out of their mouths. “What’s with her?” Mike asks, his eyes drifting back and forth between you and Eddie.
“She’s been bent over like this since we got here. Has barely said a word, too.” Dustin adds, looking you over. The boys might have been crass about it, but they both had worry on their faces.
“She’s ok, menstrual pain.” The two boys scrunch up their faces in disgust, the conversation apparently now over. “You both have a girlfriend. Being sympathetic about this shit instead of disgusted will get you far in life. This attitude will not. Get over it. If you feel weird hearing about it, imagine having to go through it,” Eddie end the discussion there, avoiding their protests by tossing a loose grape from his jacket.
“Ew how long was that in there?” Mike says, getting the brunt of the toss.
“Long enough for you to deserve that.” Eddie says absentmindedly, now focused on helping you up.
He ignores them now, focused on getting you to his van. “I’m taking her home; her mom has a dentist appointment” He says as Robin gives a questioning look as you both pass the table.
“M fine, it doesn’t even hurt that bad.” You mumble, aware Eddie was taking you home.
“Go home. We’ll see you tomorrow.” Robin states, not giving you a chance to say anything against it.
More people crowd in, and Eddie helps you make your way through, arm draped casually over your shoulder, disguising the quick escape. “Sweetheart, you can barely stand. How you got to school is beyond me.”
“M stubborn.” You manage out.
Eddie laughs, glad you seem to still have a sense of humour. “I’ll say.”
Eddie helps you into his van, and somehow time seems to both fly by and crawl on at the same time as he does his very best to drive tentatively to not disturb you. He reaches your house, supporting you with one arm wrapped around your waist as you walk the path to the front door. “Where are your keys, baby?” he asks upon
attempting to open the locked door.
“My-my bag.” Another wave of pain. “It’s-” you feel the side of your hips, your bag now gone. “It’s in the van.”
“Shit,” Eddie mutters. “Stay here, stay standing.” He says it jokingly but he’s somewhat afraid he will turn around and find you curled up in a ball on your threshold. He runs to his van, gangly limbs ungraceful as he moves as fast as he can. Door, open. Bag, grabbed. He turns back around to you, relieved you aren’t a mess on the concrete. He looks through the bag, spotting the shiny keychain immediately. “Which one to open?”
“Square one.” You tell him, and Eddie fumbles with it for a moment before opening it.
Upon entering he drops your bag on the floor by the door, puts your keys on the hook as your mom requested and assists you in going up the stairs. As soon as you enter your room, you don’t need much help getting into your bed. You melt into it, your eyes closing almost immediately. Eddie watches you for a moment, his heart squeezing at the sight of you melting right into your bed. “Go to sleep.”
“Stay,” you mumble, Eddie’s arms sounding like heaven.
“Can’t. I’ll come see how you’re doing after school, ok?”
“Ok.” You wanted more than anything for Eddie to stay and wrap his arms around you but you didn’t have the physical energy to argue. You hear him laugh, the feeling of his warm hand caressing and petting your hair, helping you relax a shitload. A blanket placed over you, snug up to your shoulders as you lay a sigh of content.
Eddie remembers one thing, asking you if you needed anything from school but by the time he had turned around in the threshold in the door to your room, you’re fast asleep. He gives you one last look of pure adoration, and leaves to let you rest.
There’s a mighty want in his gut that wants to stay behind and give you comfort until you wake. Fuck, he loved how wholesome and good of a student you were but your influence was a pain in the ass.
-
Unlike the stupid ass day you had on Saturday, Robin and Steve were enjoying a slow day at work, Steve informing Keith you would be home today as soon as he could after seeing you crouched on the table. They were both leaning on the counter, Steve’s legs crossed and Robin sitting more on than against.
Steve was mentioning something about the girl he had managed to get a date with the previous week which ended up being a complete dud. “She was so cool at the store. I swear when we sat down it was like talking to a different person.”
“You’re just blind, Steve.” Robin tells him, checking her nails absentmindedly.
“Huh?” Steve asks, oblivious to her metaphor.
“Yeah. Blind. If you see a pretty girl, the idea of your chaotic love life coming to an end is enough for you to say anything in order to get a date. A date leads to a relationship, which will lead to love, which will apparently fix all your life problems. You’re blinded by it.” Robin says without blinking, still looking at her nails all the while.
Steve is almost hurt at how bluntly Robin says it as if she had analyzed him and thought about it enough to have an opinion. “You said that almost too well.”
“Steve, after once, it’s a mistake After twice, it’s on purpose. Steve at this point it’s a compulsive habit of yours.” She says, talking with finality.
Steve sighs, highkey pissed she got him on the nose. His pride would never tell her that, of course. Robin stays leant in a position that looks uncomfortable but is rather the opposite. She hears the door ring, turning towards the door as Steve goes and finds some work for idle hands has he handles being so casually roasted.
She is about to drone out and ask if she could help the new customer, but her face breaks into a smile upon seeing Eddie, walking in with his keys swinging around on his finger. “Look who the cat dragged in.” she half says to him, half shouts it to Steve.
Steve looks over, and when he sees who it is, makes his way happily back to the counter, despite wanting to remain distant from Robin. “How is she?” Steve asks.
Eddie sighs, remembering driving back to your house when he was done school, seeing your car already parked in your driveway. He climbs up the tree right next to your window, a small part in his brain remembering what your mom said but continuing anyways.
You were sat on your bed, reading a cheesy romance novel, dressed in some different clothing. There wasn’t quite a look of content, but he could tell you were already doing much better. When he knocks on the window, you look up, a big smile breaking across your face.
Eddie spent the next hour with you or so talking, you even managed to establish boundaries about what you were and weren’t allowed to discuss with friends about your shared private life. Eddie was surprised at some of your answers, both what he was and couldn’t discuss. The daddy thing was understandable on the negative side, but the slut shaming part was on the positive. When he gives you a questioning look, you shrug, claiming you didn’t think it was that big of a deal, just make them promise not to bring it up.
Eddie was clear about his rules, ix-nay on the vulnerabilities side of him, don’t mention his size in length, and don’t mention how long it went for. There were more specifics, but it was things you agreed with wholeheartedly.
After you make out for a little bit, Eddie doing his damn best at keeping his hands north and on your face, you both pull away, faces flush with shiny lips and half open eyes. “Are you feeling better?” Eddie asks, his hand going down to sooth your tummy.
“Much.” You state, relaxing at his touch. “But this will be going on for a week, so we probably won’t be doing much.” You tell him, remembering one guy rolling his eyes when you said this.
Eddie did roll his eyes, but not for the same reason. “Yeah, that’s fine. As long as I get some time with you and your beautiful face I’m down for pretty much anything.”
“Anything?” you ask, an eyebrow lifted.
“Pervert.”
Eddie left with last lingering kisses, leaves back out the window and basically went straight to Family Video.
“I went to check on her, she was a lot better, she’ll be good for tomorrow, I think.” Eddie states, and both their shoulders visibly relax. “Y’all really care about her, huh” Eddie states more than asks.
“I mean, she sa-” Robin starts to say, and Steve elbows her in the boob.
Robin looks at him, pissed. “He doesn’t know, remember?” Steve asks, under his breath.
Robin rolls her eyes, knowing keeping it a secret was a part of it, but Eddie felt so much like part of the friend group already it was like he was there last summer. “She gives us more than we deserve, and life tends to be better with her around.” Robin finishes her sentence, leading Eddie to ask why Steve elbowed her for such a silly reason.
“Are you gonna stick around, or are you heading out?” Steve asks now that the update was given. As much as he knew Eddie usually stuck around for you, he had hoped Eddie would say yes. The kindling bromance between them wasn’t once sided.
“I have one question for the both of you.” Eddie states, leaning on the counter with his hands spread out.
“Shoot.”
“Just how much do you know?”
“What do you mean?” Steve asks, eyeing Eddie up and down.
“You know what I mean. What has that little devil told you about our sex life?”
-
The next morning you woke with much less pain. There was a moment of pure bliss where you figured the cramps might’ve been gone all together.
A change of your sanitary products, a change into some closer to normal clothes than what’s been on you lately. On your way out the door your mom makes sure you’re feeling better, and Eddie’s voice saying you were lucky you had a mom who gave a shit rings in your head when you’re tempted to roll your eyes.
You pull up into the school, being greeted with the same stunning sight as you did yesterday, the lanky limbs with a mop of black hair leaning up against his van, arms crossed and eyes up across the lot to where you parked. Getting out of the car, you slam the door to your green civic honda to mimic the motions you went through yesterday.
You hit his chest with less force than yesterday, and he is much more equipped to catch you. “Morning princess. Feeling better?”
“Well, I’m still bleeding, but no more cramps.” You confirm as Eddie links his fingers into yours. He tugs you into the school, his metal tin and its containments echoing in the ever-crowding hallway. You look down to his other hand, seeing the container swinging. “No deals today?”
“Cancelled to make up for yesterday. I’ll do em before the band rehearsals for our performance.” Eddie mutters rubbing his face with his hands.
“You don’t have to move your schedule around for me like that you know. I can survive without you for an hour or two.” You say, not wanting him to resent you for it.
Eddie chuckles, the worry evident through the wrinkle between your eyebrows. “Sweetheart. I do this because I want to. No one. Maybe my uncle but that is it, can make me do shit. If I didn’t want to do something, then you would know.”
“Okay.” You say, walking with him to his table again. “So, what did you get up to last night?”
“Visited your friends at work.” He tells you, watching your face for a reaction.
Your head tilts and face shifts into what only could be described as What the fuck. “That sounds interesting,” you mutter. “How did that go?”
“I finally know what they know.” Eddie says, chewing on a thumbnail gleefully.
“Meaning?” You ask, Eddie making no sense.
“I asked what wonderful details you have given out to them.”
Oh. That.
“Are you mad?”
“Mad? Why would I be mad? I’m fucking impressed, princess. You gave away way more than I expected. Also, it helps my street cred.” You giggle at this, Eddie satisfied with making you laugh. “We have established rules, now baby. Tell them all you want to make up for their boring lives as long as it doesn’t include what we talked about.”
You nod, grabbing his hand and glad the feelings of discomfort when confiding in your close friends would disappear.
As the members of Hellfire gather around the table, you watch in real time as Eddie turns his personality on and you hold back laughter as he makes Dustin and Mike visibly wince as he starts munching on the nuts from his tin case.
Your eyes roll and you make eye contact with Gareth, who shakes his head at you almost understanding what was bubbling up in your mind. You hold your hand out to Eddie, silently asking for a nut. Chewing on one of them, an impulsive thought takes over. You let it win.
“Ow!” Mike looks to you after you toss a nut over his way. “She can throw shit at us now too?” Mike asks, looking over you.
“She can do whatever the hell she wants.” Eddie says after falling off his chair in laughter. “Granted you didn’t deserve that one, but I’ll let it slide.”
Eddie puts his arm around your shoulder and places a kiss on your temple, Dustin looking at this odd juxtaposition in dumbstruck awe.
The rest of your week goes by smoothly, Eddie opting to do book most of his deals after school to spend his mornings and lunches with you.
In a stroke of good luck, your period ends on Thursday, you call Eddie on Thursday night to talk about it but also wanting to share the good news. Not that you had any ulterior motives.
On Friday, you were torn out of sleep with Eddie between your legs, the feeling of his tongue hot on your pussy lips and clit, bringing you to a climax seconds after you wake up. He crawls up to flip the blanket off of him, a shine on his lips and a manic smile on his face as he takes in your half-lidded expression. The morning starts with Eddie railing you from behind and your face buried into the pillow to hush any moans.
Eddie drives you to school, the two of you now used to routine of him walking you to most of your classes and him having to almost convince you to go to everyone.
All week Keith has been on all your asses at work about the productivity levels that have apparently gone down. When he has the three of you sat at the counter at the store, he is obnoxiously grooling the three of you and Steve wonders why the sudden change in management techniques from him. Keith and Steve go back and forth about it until Keith gives in and tells him Corporate has been on each store manager about the lack of productivity seen in stores from costumers.
When Steve further looks into it, he discovers only one costumer reported lack of productivity in a store in Ohio, and the employee was supposedly let go immediately. Steve just looks at him with a glare on his face and says if he wants the ladies to keep coming then he’ll ignore it.
Eddie wonders into your work that night before he does his Hellfire club on that Friday, and Keith comes out from the back yelling about no boyfriends in the store. “Unless you want a job get out of my store this girl has a job to do.”
Steve grabs his hand and yanks Keith by the vest to yank him out the conversation, winking at Eddie as he does so for the grand gesture.
“Hi baby.” You say, not expecting him to come into your work that night.
“Hi. I had some time to kill before we had Hellfire tonight. I’m freaking out.” He says dramatically moving his hands as he speaks.
“About Hellfire?” you ask seeing the worry on his face and knowing right away it wasn’t the answer.
“Nah. I cooked up a campaign that will last us until January and the next one for the whole semester. These shitheads won’t know what hit them.” He sighs, mustering up the courage to tell you. “About dinner tomorrow. I don’t want to fuck this up. I have a history of self-sabotage.”
You melt into this, grabbing his hands and settling them onto the counter to soothe them. “That’s very sweet, baby. It will go fine. Not perfect, not a disaster. Just fine. That’s all we can ask for.” You shift your feet, the burning of being on them too long evident in the pain in your arches. “Just be glad my mom is the nice accepting kind because I was afraid if I admitted to liking you that she would just cast you off as a freak. Bright sides. Silver linings. All that jazz.”
Eddie follows you around as you put away the returns as to please Keith from claiming you are taking up company time. What the fuck is happening to him. You didn’t work with him often and now you had wanted to work with him even less. As the entire rack is put away, the two of you are immersed in a story Eddie is animatedly telling you as he explains one of his best campaigns he had cooked up in his first run at Senior year.
You were in the middle of giggling when the store gets a call and Steve answers, none of you thinking anything as the phone usually goes of three to four times off an hour. “Video family. Hey Dust. Yeah Eddie’s here, why. Oh shit. Yeah I’ll tell him.” He hangs up the phone. “Eddie, dude, Hellfire started 20 minutes ago.”
“Shit!” Eddie gives you a peck on the cheek and runs to the door, crazily running to the van.
You give him a look of adoration as he drives recklessly off, nearly causing a collision as he drives left back to the school.
Work ends not with a boom but with a anti climatic poof. The front door to your house closes with gusto, grabbing supper on your way up the stairs to get dressed into some cozy pajamas.
You’re bent over your desk writing an essay due for Monday, an empty bowl of supper next to you when your mom calls upstairs to let you know Eddie is on the phone. “Thanks!” You grab the phone on your bedside table. “Hi, baby.” You smile, lying back down onto the bed. “Did your club members yell at you?”
“My band members didn’t all too much care, they pretty much knew I was going to be late more frequently once I got a girlfriend. Jeff’s words. Now Dustin, Mike, and Lucas on the other hand weren’t all that impressed. Mike has one hell of a glare on that scrawny little face of his.” Eddie says, shuddering.
“I tried to keep my eye on the time, baby but you’re just so hot it was too damn distracting.” You admit unashamedly, your eyes closing as the exhaustion of your day catches up to you.
“You cut that shit out or I’m coming over and I don’t care how loud we are.” Eddie mutters, the depth of his voice sending shivers down your spine.
Your fingers itch to float down to your centre, to play with yourself just a little bit as you listen to your boyfriend’s gruff voice. However you couldn’t risk your over bearing mother listening over the phone. “Baby you cut it out. I have half a mind to use my fingers right now.”
Eddie’s head rocks back unconsciously, the sound of lust evident in your voice and he’s ready to risk it all. “Fuck. We need to move this conversation back to family friendly baby or I won’t be able to hold back anymore. So. What time you want me to come for dinner tomorrow?”
“Come for 6.”
“Shit, that’s an early dinner.” Eddie mutters, he usually doesn’t eat it until 8 or 9.
“When you have functional parents, it’s not.” You giggle.
“Fuck you.” He says, no real meaning behind it.
“See you tomorrow night, baby.”
-
As you’re helping your mom prepare the last-minute details of supper there’s a knock on the door, the anxiety that has been bubbling in your stomach finally coming to a peak. “I’ll get it!”
You run to the door, your mom and dad coming closely behind you. You open it, seeing Eddie Munson looking as he did two weeks ago for your date, only his hair is groomed better, as if Wayne had helped him and his shirt tucked into his pants. Who the hell was this man and where was your boyfriend? “I’m sorry I’m waiting for my boyfriend, have you seen him?” you joke as you tilt onto your tip toes to look over his shoulder.
“Shut up.” Eddie chuckles, yanking you into his arms.
The hug lasts only two seconds, Eddie opening his eyes to see your mom looking at the two of you fondly while your dad looks uncomfortable. He rips out of your arms, remembering as his uncle had told him to keep any physical affection to a minimum until he knows they like him.
You place his arm over your shoulder, looking at him as he looks wide eyed at your parents. His half open mouth, the doe yes, the heavy breathing of his chest is an indication that he was really nervous. You found it hard to comprehend how someone could be this cute.
“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. L/N. Nice to formally meet both of you, I look forward to getting to know you and proving how much I truly care about your daughter.” Eddie says, his voice higher in both nerves and editing himself.
Your mom looks to you where he can’t see, mouthing ‘wow’ over his shoulder. You couldn’t wait to tell him about that. “Well, Eddie,” she says, grabbing his arm to move the four of you to the kitchen. “I have already gotten to know you and I am impressed with what I know so far, I can tell you that much.”
Your dad sits at the head of the table, your mom on one side and the two of you sitting side by side on the other. “Well I know nothing so I better be impressed.” Your dad says gruffly.
You and your mom make eye contact, both pairs widening in a yikes. Your dad could be incredibly intimidating but he tended to be a teddy bear when you got to know him.
Rolling your eyes, you rub his hand comfortingly under the table. “We should eat then, right?” You ask, staring at the dishes you made, wondering if it was too much. It looked like thanksgiving.
“Right. Go ahead. Grab some dishes. Enjoy. We made a lot of food tonight. Y/N was almost a bit too controlling over it all.” Your mom jokes, grabbing some mashed potatoes.
You feel your cheeks heat up, silently signalling and begging your mom to stop. “I was not controlling. I was whatever cute adjective that is not controlling.”
“Cute.” Your dad mutters, nearly gagging on the word.
“You’re not controlling. Wheeler is controlling.” Eddie mumbles, his eyes widening at her harsh tones when Mike wouldn’t leave Hellfire on time.
“Okay, let’s get passed this,” your mom sighs, moving the steamed vegetables across the table to you. “Eddie. What are your parents like?”
“Mom.”
“What? It’s an innocent question!”
Eddie laughs, scooping himself some of the meat options on the table. “It’s fine, baby. My parents are not around anymore. My dad got arrested for grand theft auto and embezzling money from his auto shop and my mom took off when I was young.” Your mom sighs at this, her hand on her chest. “It’s fine. My uncle has raised me since I was nine, and he’s a better dad and mom to me than they ever were. I got lucky.” He says the last two words facing you, looking fond as his eyes remain contact with you.
“What does your uncle do for work?” Your mom asks, starting to cut her meat on the plate.
“Oh, he works nights at the plant. He took night shifts once he realized he could use it to make sure I got to school on time this year.”
“Munson, right? Uh, Wayne?” your dad asks gruffly, talking with his mouth half open.
“Yeah. That’s him.” Eddie confirms.
Your dad has the decency to swallow his food before opening his mouth to talk again. “Yeah, I know him. Hard worker. Doesn’t say much.” There’s a pause, and Eddie forgets to eat as he watches your dad finish his next bite. “Why I like him.” Your dad jokes, a smile on his face as he looks up at Eddie.
You breathe a sigh of relief. Your dad liking someone’s parent is usually what leads to him liking their kid. Even if they’re not technically theirs. “This is good news.” You mutter to Eddie, leaning into him. “He’ll be a lot less harsh if he likes who raised you.”
“You’re repeating your senior year, yeah?” Your mom asks, taking a drink of her water.
“Uh, not something I’m necessarily proud of, but yeah.” Eddie stutters out, choking on a half-eaten piece of mashed potato and drinking water to wash it down.
“Don’t worry. No judgement. Just trying to understand you more.” Your mom reassures him. “You have any understanding as to why?”
Eddie shrugs. “Uh, I haven’t really put too much thought into it. I find it hard to read sometimes, the words tend to jump all over the page. I find it terribly hard to even concentrate on what I’m reading for more than five minutes, especially if I don’t like the subject. Math was easy to pass first try but I’m still struggling to get passed world geography and gym.”
You haven’t really asked Eddie as to why he hasn’t passed, figuring it was rude. You had half a mind to scold your mom for asking but your curiosity out shone your manners. “You didn’t have to share but that was very kind.” Your mom comments, giving you a small smile. “Your girlfriend tells us you have a band. C-cor-something coffin. Tell us more about that.”
As you clean the dishes side by side with him, you are washing and him drying, you thank your lucky stars, God, karma, whoever oversaw everything up there that everything seemed to align to make tonight go off without a hitch.
Your dad liking Uncle Wayne? Your mom not passing judgement on the status of Eddie’s high school diploma? Eddie telling a story and both laughing? What were the odds?
“Is it me or are you scared of how well tonight went?” Eddie whispers after the two of you work in silence.
Your breath hitches, and you lean back. “I was literally just thinking the same thing.”
Eddie laughs, bumping his hips into yours.
He grabs his wet hands into yours, drying them with the t-towel he was currently using to dry off the dishes. He backs you up and hoists you onto the counter, you anxiously looking at the living room to see if either one of your parents could tell anything was off about your silence. Eddie takes your lips into his, placing himself in between your legs. He licks the bottom lip, and you hesitantly allow his tongue into your mouth, mini whimpers escaping, no louder than the sound of your dad coughing in the next room.
“We can’t. Not in the kitchen.” You whimper, clutching onto his nice ironed white shirt.
“Oh, I wasn’t going to fuck you in the kitchen darling. I have more restraint than that.” He whispers, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.
He sighs, and you feel the atmosphere turning strangely wholesome for how much of his tongue was in your mouth. “I just needed to tell you something. Something that just can’t get out my brain right now. I got high last night, and this thought just took over me and I nearly combusted in stress over it.”
“Okay.” You say nervously. “What?”
Eddie leans back to investigate the living room, your mom and dad laughing at a rerun of The Price is Right. “I am not in love with you.” Ouch. This sentence fucking nails you in the heart and Eddie watches as you become crest fallen. “Let me finish my fucking sentence, sweetheart. I am not in love with you. But I am for damn sure falling in love with you.”
Your heart skips a beat and an involuntary smile breaks onto your face. “Really?”
“Mmhmm.” Eddie feels less nervous about confessing upon seeing your face light back up again. “Everything I learn about you makes me fall even more head over heels for you, which is wild. After watching my parents’ marriage fail at the ripe old age of 4, I was hesitant to fall in love with someone. You could almost call me cynical. Yet here you are. So, I’m not ready to say it yet. Hell, it’s only three weeks in so I would be scared if I did. But when I do, I will mean it to high heavens and high hell.”
You smile, these nearly poetic words of Eddie’s almost confession enveloping you in a heated and warm hug. “I’m falling in love with you, too, Ed.” You confess, yanking him into your arms.
He tugs you off the counter, you lifted off the ground for a solid minute until he lets you go. When you finally look at your surroundings, you notice how many dishes you still need to clean. “Shit. We still need to clean unless we want to be here until 10.”
“As long as I’m with you.” Eddie says, then winces at his own line.
“You are extra cheesy tonight. So, you still haven’t told me something, Ed.” You tell him, handing a plate over.
He takes it and starts his drying again. “What’s that, princess?”
“What are we being for Halloween?” You ask, handing over a China dish carefully.
Eddie grabs it roughly, your breath hitching when he nearly drops it. “I thought about it. Very carefully mulled over it until the perfect idea came to me on Monday when I talked to Robin and Steve.”
“Oh no,” you grimace, fearing the worst.
“Angel and Devil.”
“You’re the Devil and I’m an Angel?” You ask, exasperated. “That’s so cliché! I expected better from you, Ed.”
“Oh, sweetheart. I didn’t say who’s who, did I?” “Meaning?” you ask, resting your hands on the sink as you wait for him to explain.
“Find yourself some horns, cause you’re the devil, and I’m the angel.” Eddie reveals, a big crazy grin on his face.
Oh.
“I-I like it,” you say, looking up at him and leaning in for a kiss. “Nice job, baby.”
“See? I’m fuckin smart.”
-
Halloween in 1985 is on a Friday, lucky fucking seniors. Steve Harrington has some words about this, seeing as his senior year’s Halloween was on a Thursday.
You, Eddie, Nancy, Robin, and the rest of the seniors at Hawkins High spent all week buzzing about the upcoming holiday. Sure, some think Halloween is invented by the candy companies to make more money, but no senior can deny the value of getting absolutely wasted at Steve Harrington’s house. When you’re a young child the very appeal of Halloween comes from the free candy and running amok the neighbourhoods, but to a horny teen in rural Hawkins, Indiana in 1985 the appeal is free alcohol and many rooms to hook up at the Harrington’s. The incentive to have a sickening costume and have genuine excitement for the holiday.
On Monday you and Eddie drive over to the local costume shop to grab your costumes, giggling as Eddie suggests you be a sexy witch, or even worse, a sexy pig. How the hell is that even sexy anyway?
When the two of you go to the front desk with the costumes landing with a soft plop, the front counter girl giving you two a one up as she witnesses the downright irony of the freak of Hawkins High being an angel for Halloween. “Please tell me you are going to Harrington’s party.” She says, entering the prices into her computer.
“Yep.” Eddie says, giving you a look.
“Thank God. I cannot wait to see the Freak dressed in all white as a fucking angel.” She giggles, excitedly placing your costumes in a plastic bag.
Eddie grabs your hand, holding you back from swinging at her for outright insulting your boyfriend. “Not worth it. She means well.” He whispers, then giving her a fake smile and tugging you toward the door.
On Friday during lunch Eddie announces that for one time and one time only he is cancelling Hellfire for Halloween, claiming he doesn’t have any time to go to the party and lead Hellfire.
Of course, he was met with groans of how hypocritical he was and how lame it was to cancel Hellfire when it fell perfectly on a Friday. He didn’t care, smirking at you across the cafeteria as he places his two pointer fingers on his head to mimic a devil. You place your hands together as if you were an angel in response, igniting laughter out of him.
This leads to you standing in front of your mirror tugging on the short yet leathery red dress you were wearing, your fingers rubbing against the bright red nail polish you wore. You self consciously rub your tummy, the dress much lower cut than you had expected. Your hair was teased and curled, sprayed into oblivion as you knew the devil horns was going to get all tangled up in your hair.
The plastic tail that came with the horns occasionally brushed up against your legs, something you weren’t used to. You wore red flats as to not hurt your feet through the night, your eyeshadow a bright red blended out to your brows to high heavens and your lipstick glossy and ruby red. This was as good as it was gonna get.
You went downstairs, your mom offering you a ride, so you didn’t drive, Eddie getting a ride from Wayne for the same reasons. “You look amazing!” Your mom shouts, causing you to shy look at your feet as she looks at you in a new way.
“Is Eddie going as a devil, too?” She asks as she grabs the keys. The two of you walk to her small car, a car she bought for herself when she was no longer driving you around anymore in a big van.
“No,” you say, keeping your knees awkwardly together as you get into the car. “He’s an angel.”
“Funny.” Your mom deadpans, rolling her eyes as she rolls out of the driveway.
You pull up to the party a half hour late, basically on time for Steve’s parties. You saw a few groups of people making their way up the driveway of Steve’s massive house, the sight of it feeling almost alien as you’re now used to the quiet of his parents out of town and you, Robin and Steve hanging out in his living room.
She drops you off, making a half a joke about staying safe, but you heard the truth behind it. “Love you!” you call, waddling over to the front door.
You hear the music as soon as you get out of your mom’s car, hearing the loud voice of Whitney Houston asking to dance with somebody. Reaching the wide-open front door, the heat of the house already radiating from the dancing teens hitting you as you walk in. You almost regretted wearing faux leather now. You scanned the room, seeing Steve and Robin in the corner. Steve was dressed as Peter Pan and Robin as Tinkerbelle. Her outfit wasn’t nearly as revealing as the blonde cartoon character, but it was clear from the green shirt and cargo pants with the fairy wings on her back and glitter on her face she was Tinkerbelle. “Hi Peter!” you say, shouting over the music.
“Oh, shit!” Steve says as he gives you a one-up at your red and daring get up. “You look.” He gives a look to Robin and manages to gain the breath you took away from him. “I think Eddie will cream his pants on the spot let’s just say that.”
“I hope not I want to wait until we get to one of the rooms.” You joke and turn towards the counter where red solo cups are sitting pretty waiting for new consumers.
Steve leans back in exasperation, mad at his dick for betraying him. “Okay, well I’m gonna have a drink, did you want something?”
“Hell no,” you mutter, grabbing your own. “Last time you mixed me a vodka soda you nearly made me tipsy one drink in.”
“That was the goal!” He yells, laughing as the vodka glugs into his cup.
“So, where’s Wendy?” you ask, yet understanding the irony of their costumes and why Robin isn’t dressed as Wendy for the night.
“Oh, she’s my date!” Steve says, nodding his chin over towards a girl in brown hair dressed in a blue pajama dress that was only down to her thighs. “Brittany, you’ll meet her later! You’re gonna love her, I promise!”
“Can’t wait!” you say unenthusiastically, already having met many of Steve’s latest dates. You mix your own drink, knowing Steve will let you drink any of his alcohol.
You dance absentmindedly to Thriller, your eyes rolling as it plays at a Halloween party. By the time song #6 plays and your inhibitions are somewhat already gone, you’ve gone through two drinks and can feel some the affects of alcohol affecting your system.
You have your hand with the drink up in the air, side stepping to the beat now in a circle with Steve, Robin, and Brittany, and suddenly you feel an arm snake around your midriff. “Hi, my sexy little devil,” you hear low in your left ear.
You have half a mind to tell the mysterious man to back off because you had an awesome boyfriend who would kick his ass, but your train of thought was stopped in its tracks when it was him. Eddie was there, two arms laid on your shoulders, and you take in Eddie dressed in all his angelic glory. He had his hair slicked back into a ponytail, a white button-down shirt and a white pair of paints with a halo head band resting on his gelled up hair and a small pair of angel wings on his back. To top it off, he had some glitter on his cheek bones, and the only thing you see that’s normal about your boyfriend is his rings. Thank God he’s still wearing the rings.
“Jesus, who are you and where is Eddie Munson?” you ask, your words partially slurred. “Is that glitter on your cheeks?”
Eddie laughs at your slurred speech, astounded you were already so intoxicated. “One of my bandmembers LARPS in his free time, he has way more glitter than you could imagine.”
Your face is awestruck to this information. “That’s very resourceful of you.”
Eddie laughs, walking over to the table to pour himself a drink. He looks up anxiously, wondering if any of his classmates were giving him dirty looks. So far, so good. He pours too much baileys into a coke, wanting to get on your level, so to speak. “Well, give me ten minutes, ok? I need to catch up.”
“Ten minutes? Good luck with that.”
Ten minutes later, the two of you are dancing in the living room, both of your cares gone. He was right. It only took ten minutes for him to get as drunk as you were, but by the time he got there, you were another drink and a half in, your drunk competitiveness shining through. He has his arm wrapped around you and if he was sober enough to care he would blanch at the pop songs that seem to be exclusively playing through the speakers, but he only knew the beat and his thigh placed between your legs as you two grinded.
You can’t tell how much time goes by as you’re lost in the beat with him, noting the sweat gathering on his forehead and the light pain burning into your thighs as you stay half bent for a good while. You were lost with his hands placed on your ass when you hear from someone, loud and clear. “Why is the freak here? When Harrington said the rules, I didn’t think he was being serious! God, I don’t want to see that shit!”
Eddie, in his drunken haze is pulled out of the intoxication that was your body against his and scans the room quickly to find Steve going through his tapes. “Harrington!” He calls, his arm leaving your waist as he stumbles across. “Harrington!”
By this time, Steve Harrington is also drunk and, in his haze, had to keep his eyes from roaming to you across the room desperately grinding on what he wished was thigh, but was Eddie’s. Shit was getting complicated, and he was not a big fan. “Uh yeah?”
“You said point, ya? Point and they’re gone?” Eddie clarifies before making a fool out of himself.
It takes a moment for Steve to comprehend what Eddie was going on about. “Uh, yeah. Point, and they’re banned.”
Eddie points dramatically across the room to where one of the jocks was chatting up a girl dressed as a bunny (predictable) and raises is eyebrows at Steve.
“Oh! Shit, Okay gotchya.” Steve walks as confidently as he can over to the jock, even in his own drunken and confused haze, and grabs the over towering jock by the shoulder. “Get out.”
“Wait, what?” He asks, turning to face Steve.
“Get. Out.” Steve says, pointing to the door. “You knew the rules. You even so much as look at Munson wrong, you’re out. Out!”
“You were serious about that shit? He and his little slut girlfriend were grinding all over the room, you expect me to not say anything about that? Bullshit!” He yells, making a big scene.
Eddie saw red as soon as he heard him call you a slut. Yeah, he calls you a slut all the time, but that was for his enjoyment alone. He runs across the room to him, and his hands are in fists ready to throw punches.
“Hey!” Steve yells, pushing him lightly off the bewildered jock. “Let me handle this.” He looks back to the jock and holds back his own want to pummel him into the dirt. Steve doesn’t have good track record with picking fights, but each time it was for a noble cause, and this sounds noble enough. “Get the fuck out of my house. No more hook up parties for Bongo.”
Steve has a few other friends of his that were his age help him yank the asshole outside, now much easier with the help.
“This is almost too much power.” Eddie mumbles as people are no longer shooting him anything remotely close to a dirty look. He glances to you, and your arms are now across your stomach, and you’re hunched over. “Hey.” He mutters, too drunk for this he decides as he tries to calm you down.
“Hi.” You whisper, the gloss of a tear forming in your eye. “Does everyone think I’m a slut? Is that why you call me one?”
Fuck. Eddie shushes you, pulling you into his arms. “No, no. He’s an asshole with asshole opinions. I call you one because I thought it would be sexy and fun. I only call you one when we’re both enjoying each other, yeah?”
“Oh. Okay. Can we get more drinks?” You ask, missing the buzz you lost from the adrenaline of watching your boyfriend defend your honour.
“Sure, baby.”
The two of you down two more drinks each, ending up on Steve’s couch as Steve is telling a story about something that happened in the pool, he worked at with a shithead kid. “I’m telling you! This kid lived to make trouble. I had to beg our manager to let me ban him, but every time Don would come for evidence the kid was a fucking, well Eddie I guess.”
You and Eddie giggle as well as the ones who were listening to him. Logically, there’s no possibility you should be able to hear him with the music still bursting through the speakers. Yet, there were about nine or ten of you gathered on the couch and you could hear every word. You were sat on Eddie’s lap, stroking his hair, however gelled and gross it may feel while you were sober. You didn’t care.
Steve wrapped up his story, talking quietly to Brittany and Robin. You barely had spoken to Brittany all night like Steve had promised, but from the “eeugh” looks he kept giving Robin about what she would say you guessed you wouldn’t be getting to know her anyways.
You looked at your boyfriend, and noticed his brown eyes were turned downward at your red (smeared) lips. “See something you like, handsome?” you ask, voice low and feeling his boner underneath your thighs.
“I see a lot of what I like.” He mutters, and you swear in your drunken haze he is slowly getting closer to you. You feel your eyes close, and Eddie’s lips are on yours, his tongue forcing it’s way into your mouth, feeling electric as you move to straddle him. He kisses you with fervour, his hands finding their way frantically into your wild and teased hair.
Your hips grinds itself to his, and you hear a wolf whistle coming from a couch cushion right next to you. You look over, your red lips even more smeared and Eddie has his own share of it on his.
“Get a room.” Robin states, still only lightly buzzed and sipping out of her red solo cup. “Seriously I don’t wanna see this. Go.”
You look at Eddie, his lipstick-covered lips barely even registering to you, you’re too fucking horny and drunk for that to even register. You grab his hand and tug him up the stairs. You knock on three doors, each one of them someone yells out it’s occupied. Finally, you get to the one at the end of the hall, and no one answers when you knock.
You hesitate to open, scared to see some live action porn but Eddie opens it for you, impatient, and wanting your devil costume on the floor. He shuts it behind you and thank God there’s a fucking bed in here. The lack of light is providing a vision impairment, but you didn’t really care, your lips latched onto his like the answer to world peace is in the back of his throat. You frantically start unbuttoning his shirt, your intoxicated fingers stumbling through each one. You’re on the last button when Eddie rips off his shirt, the button rolling across the hardwood floor. He reaches behind you, unzipping your dress and letting it slide down your waist.
You step out of your costume, the tail going with it. You reach up to take out your horns but Eddie places his hand on your wrist, stopping you. “Wear them. They’re hot.” Eddie mumbles, leaning in to kiss down your neck.
“Does that mean you wear your halo?” You ask, giggling as you look at the sparkly overpriced pipe cleaner.
“How am I supposed to eat you out with this on?” He asks, pushing you to guide you towards the four postered bed. He hanks the halo off, tossing it with the busted button.
You lie down on the bed, your legs spread showing the lacy black panties you wore and the strapless bra for the strappy dress. You shivered in anticipation to what he was going to do to you, your chest heaving.
“Roll onto your stomach, baby.” He mutters. When you silently listen to his command, he slaps your ass lightly, causing a moan to escape your mouth. “That’s my good girl.” He slips your panties down your ass, and you hear his belt buckle and fly being zipped down. “Daddy is gonna fuck you for a little bit then I will make you cum, okay baby?”
Eddie slips into you, bottoming out with no time to let you adjust. “Holy shit, baby, you are so wet.” He mutters, already starting to thrust into you slowly. “Are you all revved up, my little devil?”
You nod, but Eddie barely sees as your face is pushed into the pillow, headbanded devil horns slightly too rough against your scalp. “C’mon tell me with your words.”
You lift your head, forced to use your hand as support. “Was so horny. You look so fucking hot. I love your cock, daddy, feels so good.”
“Love your fucking pussy, baby. So pretty, so tight, so wet, just for daddy. Fucking love my little slut’s pussy.” In Eddie’s mind he cannot stop thinking how much your wet heat just feels so good around him. He needs a taste, wanted to be drunk on your greedy little cunt. Without warning you his cock leaves your pussy, and he gives you a big lap down your pussy lips. “Holy shit, baby. Your pussy tastes,” he pauses, giving another lick to your wet slick. “Fucking good. Oh my god.”
Eddie’s tongue contacting your pussy sends pleasure waves down your body, despite your intoxication. You lean back into the pillow, moaning loudly so no one in the next rooms can hear you. Even with the pillow muffling you, he can hear you loud and clear, digging into it like a man starved. He wraps his ring-clad fingers around your thighs, grabbing onto them harshly.
As Eddie gets into your pussy and takes in every drop he can possibly swallow and you hike your ass up more and moan louder into the pillow, neither of you hear a heavy set of footsteps walking down the hall and closer and closer to the unlocked door.
If you did hear what was transpiring, you would hear Steve Harrington knocking on his bedroom door, wondering if any of the couples had made his way into the room. He heard faint moaning, but he was too drunk to understand it had come from the other side of his door. He opened the door, seeing no light on and no other reason to think anyone was in there and walked on in, only to stop dead in his tracks. The sight of you bent over the very pillows his head was leant on thinking about you with his cock in his hand last week caused his already slight hard on to get harder, the sight of Eddie eating you out doing nothing to help his situation. He knew he had a light attraction to Eddie, something he had put off for years, but the sight of the two of you so emersed in it not to even notice him had him gawking in his doorway.
Eddie places his thumb on your clit, slowly rotating it on your swollen bud and Steve sees as your thighs tense up immensely and you can barely support yourself on your knees. Eddie moves his head back to rub his two fingers on your folds, watching as they caused more slick to gush out of your folds. Eddie is so entranced by his fingers against your pussy, he suddenly notices the light from the hallway and a very specific shadow in the doorway.
He looks back over his shoulder to see Steve Harrington, slips his two fingers into you, your ass hiking up in response. “Oh shit!” You yell into the pillow are oblivious to any light cascaded onto the bed.
“Hi.” Eddie mutters, fucking his fingers into you and shooting a darkened glance to Steve, who was unashamedly watching his limber fingers moving. He looks down to where Steve is watching and smirks. “She’s pretty, ain’t she?” he asks, licking his lips as he switches his glance between the two of you.
“Y-yeah.” Steve mutters, his hand moving to palm himself in his green Peter Pan costume. “Very pretty.”
“You wanna taste?” Eddie asks, somewhere a sober version of him asking what the fuck he was doing, but his inhibitions already flown away and not coming back until tomorrow.
“U-uh, what?” He asks, making sure he heard Eddie right.
“Her pretty little pussy. You wanna taste?” Eddie says and leans in to give a long stripe of wet up your folds.
“D-daddy feels so good.” You should in the pillow still unaware your pussy was on full display for the man who you’ve been accidentally dreaming about for a week.
“Holy shit.” Steve mumbles. He looks at Eddie and nods his head, and Eddie is suddenly put into action. He moves you easily so you’re on your back, and when you face the light and the man silhouette in front of you, your eyes take a moment to adjust to him.
Suddenly Steve’s presence is known by you, and you want to close your legs in embarrassment despite Eddie still having two of his fingers fucking into you. “Baby.” He says, crawling up your body. “Can Steve have a taste?”
“Wh-what?” you stutter, starting at Steve who was palming himself and staring openly at between your legs. Despite your protests, Eddie feels your pussy gush and become wetter at the sight of Steve, and he understands your body wants what is immoral to have while you are dating him.
“Can Steve taste this nice wet little pussy of yours?” He asks kissing your neck to butter you up. “I felt you get wetter at seeing him look at you. It’s okay if you want it.”
“Yes.” You whisper, afraid he would get mad at you and claim to set you up as a test.
“C’mon, Stevie.” Eddie grabs him and reaches in to kiss Steve harshly on the lips, his tongue colliding with Steve’s as soon as they start kissing, Steve starting to lead him, noting the lack of experience and confidence in kissing someone besides you for the first time. You watch them make out, your fingers latching onto your clit and rubbing it as you Steve and Eddie get lost in each other, Eddie palming Steve as Steve moans loudly.
“C’mon, have a taste.” Eddie mutters, grabbing Steve’s hand and escorting him to sit in-between your legs.
Steve needs no more encouragement. You shiver in anticipation as you had heard the stories of Steve’s expert tongue for the last two years, both from Nancy and the girls he had slept with when he realized nothing else was there for him.
He leans in with more confidence than Eddie, his tongue longer and wider in size. He licks a long stripe up your pussy, licking onto your clit hard, causing a red heat to burst from it and down your thighs. You hike your legs up and around his head, the shaking of your thighs uncontrollable and the moans from your mouth loud and sinful.
Steve’s hand makes it way up your body, latching underneath your bra and grabbing your nipple. “You taste so goddamn good.” He sighs, his hot breath erotic on your puffy pussy lips. “Way better than I even imagined.”
You open your eyes to see Steve’s eyelashes fanned across his cheeks, fully immersed in the taste and feeling of you. You look up to face your boyfriend who was jerking himself off at the sight of you and Steve together. “You have no idea, Stevie. Wait until she squirts all over your fucking face. There’s nothing like it.”
“Can’t fucking wait.” Steve’s other thumb makes its way into your asshole, something Eddie has never even thought to do.
“Oh my god” you squeal, your eyes opening wide in response. “Stevie feels so fucking good.”
Eddie makes his way to one side of the bed, his cock right by your face. “Suck on my cock, princess.”
You reach out, jerking him off and tugging him towards your mouth. Eddie pushes his cock into your mouth, fucking your throat slowly as you can feel a slow heat start to creep from your stomach and through your legs. “Holy shit, that mouth of yours you suck so well.” Eddie mutters, keeping eye contact with Steve lapping up the juices coming out of you faster.
Your hole puckers around Steve’s thumb, it takes time to adjust. He feels your hole start to cling onto it, as if begging Steve’s thumb to creep further in. “Little cunt is very greedy.” Steve comments as he starts to fuck his tongue into your pussy hole.
The raw feeling of Eddie’s cock fucking now relentlessly into your mouth, Steve’s thumb in your ass and his tongue fucking into you became too much to bear. “Oh shit.” You whimper around Eddie’s cock. “I’m close”
“Is she allowed to cum, yet Stevie?” Eddie asks, placing his ring-clad fingers in your hair harshly against your scalp.
“Has she been good?” Steve asks, huffing as he can feel your stomach tighten up and your legs tense.
“Such a good fucking girl.” Eddie mutters, still fucking your throat. You can start to feel tears threaten to fall down your face from the feeling of his cock becoming too much in your mouth and your jaw start to hurt.
“Okay.” Steve mutters, sounding almost bored, the very tone almost hurting your feelings as you’re so fucking overwhelmed by everything they’re giving you. Steve sucks on your clit harshly, the familiar feeling of a heat spreading from your clit, through your stomach and floating into your head and the same little voice tells you to let go. You gush all over Steve’s face, moaning around Eddie’s cock and careful not to bite down on how good it feels.
Steve licks his mouth, not expecting you to squirt on him right from the get-go, but loving the feeling nonetheless. “Holy shit. Ed, you were right. Nothing like it. I’m gonna fuck her now.”
“Tell me how the slut’s pussy feels, Stevie.”
Steve asks Eddie to bring his cock out of your mouth and yanks your ass, so your back is now right on top of your stain you made on Steve’s bed. “Oh, I will.” Steve brings his pants down to his ankles, and you drool at the sight of his cock. It’s bigger than what you were accustomed to with Eddie, but the very image of it made you pray he would put it into your mouth.
Steve lines himself up to your pussy, the slick from your squirting making you wet enough for him to slide right in. Your jaw drops as he enters, Eddie jerking himself off from the sight of it. Steve leans down to finally kiss you, and you attempt to lead him like you’re used to but quickly get scolded into Steve leading you. He expertly uses his tongue on yours, bucking his hips harshly against yours all the while, not stopping to do either one like Eddie might do sometimes.
“Jesus,” you mutter, your mouth hanging open as you can’t concentrate on kissing him.
Steve stops his movements. “Kiss me. You can do it, baby. Keep kissing me.” You do what he says, moans coming from a guttural place in the back of this throat as his holds his hand around your neck.
Eddie comes up beside you after watching this, almost perfectly content in this threesome becoming a twosome with him watching from the corner. “Baby I’m gonna fuck your ass.” You nod at him, letting go of Steve’s kiss and reaching for the familiarity of Eddie’s. “Gonna fuck you so good.”
Steve gets up, knowing Eddie won’t be able to properly fuck you if he’s lying on top of you. You whine at the loss of Steve’s cock, but he barely gives you a chance to even revel in the feeling of it. He grabs you by the hand, yanks you off his bed without any effort. The blanket is torn off as well, now covered in your slick, but he just wanted the light sheets instead of his heavy comforter.
Steve lies down, getting you to crawl on top of him. “Put my cock in your pussy so Eddie can fuck that tight little asshole of yours, baby.” Steve commands, soft and barely showing that any of this is affecting him like you and Eddie both desperately are. You do as he asks, lying so your ass is perfectly in perfect aim for Eddie to slide into and sinking down onto his cock. “That’s a good girl. Now Ed slide into that little asshole of hers.”
“Does she need lube or anything?” Eddie asks, watching and jerking himself absentmindedly as he watches you get fucked from below. He gets to fuck you every day if he wants to, but he never gets to see you get fucked quite like this.
“Oh my god you really were a virgin.” Steve says, hearing your moans loud in his ear as he continues to fuck you. “No just spit on that little hole and ram into her, she’ll adjust fine.”
Eddie listens, licking your asshole for a few moments, spitting generously onto it. You can feel him lining his nice cock to your second hole, and you close your eyes, excited to be filled by both men who have been in your fantasies in recent years. Eddie barely gives you time to register the head of his cock in your hole when he continues in, and you feel so full.
Full is a word, but it barely describes it. You are so filled to the brim that your body shakes and convulses, Steve stopping his movements to let you adjust to the feeling. “How’s that feel, baby?” Steve asks, looking in awe at your pleasure-stricken face. You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. You lean onto Steve’s body, his nipples peaked as one of your pinkies tugs onto it with out realizing. “Baby is so cock drunk she can’t even speak.” Steve comments, looking over your shoulder to see Eddie.
“Oh, she’s not that dumbed out on cock is she, Stevie?” Eddie asks, waiting until Steve tells him to start fucking you.
Steve chuckles, leaning in to kiss your neck with little kitten licks in between each bite. “Let’s find out.”
Steve’s hips start moving and Eddie takes it as the go ahead. If you thought you felt full before, it was nothing compared to the two men’s cock moving in sync, your mouth opening involuntarily at the overwhelming, all intoxicating pleasure they were thrusting into you. Every part of your body, every inch of your skin was covered in fire. You couldn’t even tell if you were close again or not because your body has never felt this good. Steve notices the slack jaw of yours, and places who of his fingers inside your mouth. “Aw, poor baby.”
“How’s her pussy, Stevie?” Eddie’s gruff voice asks, and by the look of his mixed-up face and stuttering thrusts Steve can tell he’s already close.
“Fucking fantastic. You should see her face. All fucked out. Never seen such a pretty little face.” He compliments you, bringing his spare hand to frame your face, tangling his hands in your teased hair. “Fuck you looked so fucking hot tonight. Whoever told you to dress like a devil I wanna fucking kiss them”
“Already did, Stevie.” Eddie chuckles, doing his best to hold back from cumming but doing a terrible job on his face.
“Eddie, you need to cum, baby?” Steve asks, absentmindedly continuing to fuck you.
“Mmhm.” He mutters, his hands fierce on your hips and even you can tell he’s really holding back in your dazed out brain.
“Then cum.” Eddie stops resisting, and shoots his cum right into your ass, a heavier load than you have ever received from him. Steve stops thrusting too, kissing you as Eddie finishes shooting his gooey white substance into you. “How is our fucked out little baby?” Steve asks, looking at you with half lidded eyes.
“Mm. Good.” You mumble kissing Steve back with more energy and enthusiasm than you knew you had in you still.
Steve sits up, silently commanding Eddie to leave your ass as he takes his own cock out of your pussy. “I’m going to eat you out and Eddie is going to suck on my cock,” he looks at Eddie, “and swallow every drop. Understood?”
“Yes.” Eddie says, already somewhat hard from being ordered like this.
“Good boy.” Steve moves the three of you effortlessly so he’s lying down on the bed, you’re sitting on his face, and Eddie is sucking his cock. You sit on Steve so you’re facing your boyfriend, watching as he’s jerking Steve off and about to suck a cock for the first time. “Has Eddie ever sucked cock before?” Steve asks, noting the hesitation.
“No.” You answer for him, watching as the same wonder you had staring at Eddie’s cock is on Eddie’s face.
“Baby, be a good girl and teach him, will ya?” Steve asks, latching his tongue onto your pussy lips without a second’s hesitation.
“O-okay,” you whimper, the feeling of Steve’s expert tongue already sending you fast over the edge. You take a moment to reel the heat spreading from your sensitive pussy, not sent over the edge from the double penetration but almost too fucked out to understand if you were.
“Teach him.” Steve barks out, running out of patience.
“Sorry.” You whimper. You look to your boyfriend, who looks up at you for all the answers. You sucked his cock well after all. “Okay. Take-ah” you take a moment to whimper as Steve rewards you by sucking onto your clit. “Take his cock into your mouth but be careful of your teeth. I don’t bite, but I do use my teeth to suck on your cock harder.” You whimper, Steve now building a slow rhythm as a reward. “Fuck, Steve,”
Eddie tentatively starts sucking on Steve’s cock, his cheeks hollowing out, copying something he saw from you, and understanding what you meant by not using your teeth to bite but to suck. As soon as he has the feeling of Steve’s big cock in his mouth, he looks to you for more help.
“Bob your head up and down but roll it almost for a really good rhythm.” You teach him more, as the coil starts to form in the pit of your stomach from both the feeling of Steve eating you out unapologetically and watching Eddie work hard on pleasing Steve. Teaching Eddie led to Steve moaning, which lead to a vibration being sent up your pussy. Steve’s hips start to move on their own accord, and you watch as Eddie struggles to regain his rhythm. “Eddie, let him fuck your throat. As soon as your hips start moving, I let you do all the work.”
You leant down to grab onto Eddie’s ponytail, holding on to it to help Steve fuck his throat better. You didn’t expect to be so turned on by it, but Steve could feel the juices leaking out of you, faster as you get closer.
“Fuck, Stevie, I’m close.” You say one hand still on Eddie but your nails clawing into Steve’s chest.
“Wait til I cum, baby. I’m close too.” Steve says, and for the first time since he walked in he sounded like he was enjoying himself.
It was just less than a minute of Steve thrusting into Eddie’s mouth when he finally finishes, giving no warning as his mouth was still on you. “Cum, baby.” He mutters, and the coil in your stomach finally snaps with what felt like an actual snap in your tummy. The orgasm is all consuming, and flutters all around your extended limbs and crosses your eyes. Eddie swallows around Steves cock, and you cum into Steve’s mouth as you watch him, Eddie leaning up and showing you all Steve’s cum in his mouth. You lean in to kiss Eddie, lapping some of Steve’s cum into your mouth, wanting to share the taste of him. Steve bites your thigh to get off his face and you and Eddie look up at him to show him what you’ve been doing.
Steve leans up onto his elbows, laughing in disbelief as he sees the two of your cocked out faces visibly and audibly swallow his cum. “Fuck. That went better than I could’ve expected.” Steve laughs, wiping some sweat off his forehead.
You climb off him, grabbing Eddie’s hand to do the same. “I mean, I pictured it, but never expected it to come true.” You admit, looking around in the dark for your costume.
“I knew you did.” Steve mutters, glad of the confirmation of the lingering touches that’s been occurring more often and more recently. “I fucking knew it.”
“What now?” Eddie asks, and you and Steve look at each other, a mutual agreement.
There was nothing past this. No lingering need for Steve to be your boyfriend and you, his girlfriend. The need and desire the both of you had was purely physical, and now you had it out of your systems. “Honestly, I think we both agree it’s physical.” You admit, hoping Eddie wasn’t ready for a full throuple.
“Okay good. I’m a bit relieved, then.” Eddie admits, also shallow enough to admit for him it was only physical to Steve. “Now I know you’re willing to bat for the other team though.” Eddie laughs.
“Ditto.” Steve retorts, stretching in his bed. “Alright. I’m going back downstairs. I’ll see you both later.” Steve gets back into his costume, fixes his hair and feathered hat in the mirror and gives you both a gentle forehead kiss to trot on downstairs.
“Fuck.” Eddie mutters, looking for the light switch by feeling up the wall in the dark. “That was..”
“Intense.” You mutter, waddling into his arms, still naked.
“Any regrets?” you ask, the memories of your double penetration sharp in your mind and all the over stimulation that came with it.
“God, no. That was sick. Plus, not everyone gets to say within the first dozen times they’ve had sex one of them was a threesome.” Eddie chuckles, now scanning the room so the two of you can get dressed.
“Hate to break it to you, baby, but your hair is so messy.” You tell him, his baby hairs flying away from the jail of the gel on his head.
“Eh. They didn’t think we went up for snacks.” Eddie shrugs, passing you your dress and panties.
You mutter a thanks and the two of you get dressed back into your couple’s costume, and you wonder what he will think of next year, too. Every Halloween, you couldn’t wait until the one where you had your first kid, when Eddie is a middle-aged long-haired metal head and you’re passing out candies with all your teenagers out doing whatever.
It was a scary thought considering how new your relationship was, but it was intense and something you’ve never felt. The longing to be with someone. Forever.
The two of you went downstairs, your red lipstick now entirely gone, some of it on Eddie’s mouth, some on his cock. Some of it was even on Steve’s mouth. As you reached the couch, sitting the same way you were before but without hormones kicking in.
Robin sits next to you two and makes an astute observation as she just left a conversation with Steve for him to let Brittany down gently. “Hey, Eddie. Your lips look just like Steve’s. He has the same red on his-” Robin’s eyes widen and her mouth slaps across her face in astonishment.
“You didn’t!” she says, leaning in not to grab attention. As if it were possible, the party still going strong and the music bumping.
“Sorry Robin,” Eddie shrugs the back of his hand slowly rubbing against your lower back. “I don’t suck dick and tell.”
Robin’s eyes go wide at this, and she runs to go ask Steve the same thing for confirmation. The two of you don’t pay attention to their conversation, too wrapped up in a bubble of falling but not quite in love. You two kiss, the tension of wanting to fuck no longer there. Just, absolute care and affection. You swear you could hear Nancy fake gag as she sits next to you on the couch, but Eddie responds how he usually would.
A white painted middle finger high, not care in the world.
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Mor college au hcs just because.... 😍😍 imagine if we were roomies and Erwin and Levi are also roomies. Fast forward to a few months after we started dating, we're having ideas of switching dorms 👀
Erwin kicks Levi out of their dorm and helps you move all your stuff into his because his dorms is nearing to the engineering block where you all are studying. Erwin's 'glad' to kick Levi out because a) Levi nags too much, and b) Levi always does work at night and the lights keep Erwin up. Erwin loves having you over at his dorm because you sleep for 8hrs and so does he. He also appreciates the healthier meals you prepare, especially Indian food and curries, although he can't really take spice hehe 🤭
Levi is also glad to move into my dorm because he can't stand Erwin's snores and sleep talking. Also, he loves the fact that I have food all around the house. Erwin and him are used to buying takeout all the time, and he's used to feeling hungry when he's studying in the middle of the night. But with me around, he always has freshly cooked meals to eat, and a late night snack ready when he needs it. Also, not a good thing but, I'm also a night owl, and now he doesn't have to worry about someone complaining that the lights are too bright 😂
Erwin's kicking Levi out? Oops, I'll keep the first aid kit handy😂
Also, poor blondie is going to be in for a shocker. I nag too hahahaha. There's no winning for him lol. Something that's totally new for him is the amount of long, wavy black hair that he finds everywhere now X) On his desk, in his bag, in the shower, on the floor, his clothes, and even his own head 🤭 It baffles him, the places my hair manages to get to!
He was mortified after Levi plucked one out of his stubble during class HAHAH! He's so close to buying a lint roller like people have for their pets 🙄
Erwin and I are both early risers when it comes to studying. So that's something we'd match on. But, I gotta go to bed by 10 PM if I have to wake up at 6. Erwin doesn't sleep enough. But I'll get him to :3 A minimum 8-hour sleep is a must in the Smith-Dorm now! We both introduce discipline in each other's lives in different ways haha!
.... I'd guess this is where him getting used to eating spicy meals would fall in our life's timeline hahahah! My mum sends 'dubba' sometimes that I share with Erwin and he's a sweaty mess because of how spicy he finds her cooking.
I cook him less spicy food so that his stomach doesn't entirely give up on him, and to slowly build his chili threshold :P He absolutely loves the flavor profiles though! Even our go-to cuisine to eat at restaurants is slowly becoming Indian. My parents will be proud!
Ay! Tell Levi that I find Erwin's deafening snores, rather cute. I can't fall asleep without them anymore. A strange lullaby.
And I'm sorry ugh, he pretty much survived on protein bars and coffee before I moved in. And like Levi, I too prefer fresh food over the stuff that comes from packets :') If you two visit anytime now, there'll be some edible food in the fridge :P
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What a time to be alive X)
This whole week I felt like I was working out all week, although I only go 3 days a week (M,Tu,+Th).
What I'm putting in during those days, I've been getting back w/ energy again X) What's even better is that I've been waking up refreshed again!
It's like in the 1995 Power Rangers Movie where the rangers revive Zordon. Once that power is back, the way he looks when he's revived. Back with energy X) I couldn't find the gif of it so I did my best to describe it :P
I've been so mentally prepared with parties on Friday. When everyone thought I was going fast, I think they thought I was in a panic. Nope :) I was actually in the zone. Auto Zone X) That was a great (adrenaline) rush. With the bonus energy I obtained from working out all week, I was able to give it my all + the tips showed! I like that I was able to take that performance as a big victory this time X) I know it cant/doesn't happen too frequently. I'll take what I can with the energy I have on me atm. What goes around... comes around :)
Now... *takes a deep breath* I FIND THIS NEW COWORKER TO BE VERY ATTRACTIVE.
Little steps like showing him how to use the coffee machine + fist-bumping :) I'm struggling bcuz I cant make eye contact w/out blushing >////< Its like that one Thomas Sanders vine where he's so mad bcuz the puppy is so/too cute. Yeah, that's exactly how I feel rn. One of my coworkers asked me a really good question: what do I want from this? My silent answer: d***. Been there, done that b4 + I miss it. It's been 3 years. I got some thinking + reflecting to do. My coworkers did find out more info on this attractive 31yo.
Single
Wants no kids
Served as a fighter pilot
From Columbia
Been here in the US for 4 months
Lives with 3 other guys
Says he lives close?
It's also difficult to approach him bcuz he has his phone on him often :( let's see how long this infatuation lasts. For now, his codename between my coworkers + the internet will be "Heart Eyes".
Also the amount of yaoi I've consumed this week has been quite an increase. Yarichin B**** Club, Heavens Official Blessing (Ch. 8 atm thx to the Read Aloud function), + I Cannot Reach You. Also so many cute kisses + fluff from "blfantasys" on IG. It's been quite a rush of dopamine but I'm concerned with myself. To separate fantasy with reality. I know not everything's like a bl/yaoi anime/manga. I just need more experience other than my job(s) to interact with more people (boys, in particular) around my age. I was blushing so hard while reading I Cannot Reach You Vol. 5 that one of my coworkers brought in. The way I can tell I'm blushing is putting my hand/knuckles on my face + feel how warm or hot my cheeks are.
I hope I dont have a repeat of May of last year. Too much of a good thing (yaoi) did mess with my mind (emotionally). A guilty pleasure? But at the same time, I want what these characters have. Just gotta work on it.
*thinking about how well we all get along at work aka why I love my day job*
Overall, I'm enjoying myself atm X) I know it wont last. Squeezing as much happy moments as I can. Yep! X)
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Day 8: Somnophilia
@ozarkthedog
Warning: Slight degradation, dubious content? (I mean he agreed to it but it wasn't necessarily official)
Always establish consent kiddos
You wouldn't say you were a selfish lover, I mean your praise kink could attest to that fact alone. But with Aizawa's schedule being stretched so thin, you were getting close to losing it. You knew that hero work was important and you couldn't even begin to fathom taking part in raising the next heroes for Japan, but you had your personal needs as well damnit!
"Hey." you smiled softly at your older boyfriend watching as he practically dragged himself across the floor to your shared bedroom. You only received a tired grunt in response as Shota went to the bathroom to wash off todays filth. You sighed, angrily staring down your dinner as if accusing it of doing you wrong.
Aizawa stepped out of the shower wearing a tank top and some black sweats. You did your best not to look needy as he sat down at the table with his plate. For the most part, you ate in silence with short talk regarding how each other's day was. You couldn't help but smile at how blissed out your partner looked eating your food, and you secretly thanked your granny for teaching you all that you knew.
To your disappointment, Aizawa went to bed mumbling that he was extremely tired and you couldn't bring yourself to protest as you observed the dark bags under his eyes and how unkept his beard was. "I gotta trim that." you mutter as you glare at the dishes.
Turning in for the night, you drag yourself into the shared room and slip into your own tank top and shorts, sighing as you release your tiddies from their fabric prison. You slip into the bed and tense as Aizawa turns and brings you against him in a warm embrace. Suddenly your horny complaints disappeared in that moment and you sighed into the hold.
'Well...that shit didn't last long.' you grumbled as you lay still trying not to wake up Aizawa. Speaking of the devil, you stay quiet as you listen and feel him change position curving you more and more into the little spoon position. "You've got to be kidding me." you growled as you felt something hard and hot poking you and you knew damn well it wasn't love and affection.
"The dude can't dick me down but he sure as hell tease me with his dick huh?" you questioned out loud to no one. You sit up and look down timidly at your lover grimacing as you recall a previous conversation the two of you had.
"Well since the USJ attacks I've been getting drilled by Nezu to spend even more time training the brats so don't be surprised if our personal time is cut short." you pouted as you help onto Aizawa's arm sticking your tongue out when he glared at you. "But what if I get horny?!" you whined putting all your weight on him. "Get yourself off you damn brat!" he said shoving your face away from himself.
You got a creepy look on your face, "Be careful Aizawa, I might just jump you in your sleep!" you tease wiggling your fingers at him whining when he slaps them away. "I don't care as long as you don't bother me!"
No sitting in the dark at 1 in the morning you were really considering jumping his bones as he sleeps. "Damn my hypersexuality!" you grumble as you swing your legs over to straddle him. "He won't wake up, he sleeps like a log," you tell yourself to build up the courage.
You begin to grind on his bulge trying to get it all the way up. You huff as your heart rate slowly rises from the little stimulation you were receiving from the way his bulge was rubbing against your clothed pussy.
After a while of dry humping, you slowly lift the tank top and you drool at the sight of his toned stomach. Unable to help yourself, you bend down to nibble and kiss along the faint ab lines. You felt the skin beneath your lips tremble slightly and you glance up quickly making sure he was still sleeping. You hook your fingers on the waist of his sweats and do your best at pulling them down enough for his hard cock to comedically hit you in the face.
"Even unconscious he's a jackass." you mumble jokingly. For a while, you do nothing but stare at it as you couldn't help but marvel at how gorgeous it looked shinning in the dim moonlight. "So pretty.." you sigh softly before lightly taking it in your hand and stroking it. "Even if I'm doing this for me, I still want to make him feel good."
At this level of stimulation, it was to be expected for him to start reacting. You gazed up to ensure his eyes remained closed as you took in all the groans that slipped from his mouth. You gave small kisses and licks around the base just like you knew he liked it. In return, his member kept supplying you graciously with sticky precum that drenched your hand as you continued your ministrations.
Finally, you take it inside your mouth sucking lightly on the tip before sucking slowly on his sack. You trail your hands down your stomach circling your belly button before shoving your hands in your pants, moaning at how wet you were. You gathered your juices that trickled down your legs and used it to assist your finger inside yourself. To your glee, you were aroused enough to slip two fingers inside quickly.
As you worked yourself open, you close your eyes trying to imagine your fingers as Shota's. Thinking of how his thick and calloused fingers had to take longer to go in but when they did, they reached your deepest place with ease. You whined, tears building up in your eyes from pleasure and you quickly decided that you could no longer wait and positioned yourself over Shota.
Opening your folds with one hand and positioning his cock with the other, you slowly sink down hissing at the warm burn and you do your best to take it all in. As you wait for your body to adjust, you slide one of your hands up to play with your chest while you use the other to play with Shota's.
You're suddenly gasping for air as your neck is grabbed and your cunt is getting roughly pounded into. "W-Wait t-to fast!" you scream holding tightly onto Shota's shoulders snapping your eyes open only to gaze into angry red ones.
"Oh, am I going to fast? You should have thought about that before you decided to be a damn slut while I was sleeping!" you spasm on his cock as you reach your first orgasm. You're quickly flipped onto your back and both of your thick legs are being held tightly as Aizawa continues to fuck into you at an abnormal speed for someone who's been sleeping.
"Thought you could get your freak on and I wouldn't know kitty cat?" Aizawa growled as he opens your legs so he could look at you. Using one hand, he yanks your tank top up to expose your breasts leaning down to take one into his mouth harshly biting the nipple. "I couldn't hel-p it!" you moan feeling your head hitting the headboard slightly. "I know you couldn't, you're just my slutty little kitty, that's exactly why you're going to take Daddy's dick like a good girl." Aizawa nibbles neck in an attempt at muffling his own moans.
All you could feel was the head of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly at rapid speed and you couldn't determine whether you loved or hated it as your second orgasm hit you making you shake as drool falls out your open mouth. Aizawa kisses you deeply using his tongue to explore your mouth with such vigor, it made you dizzy. After a long while you felt him get close to his end when he slows down and focuses on how much force he puts into his thrusts rather than the speed. "Cum in me!" you beg pulling him in close leaving scratches on his back. To your dismay, Aizawa pulls back and out, "Only good girls get that." For the rest of the time your a hiccuping, overstimulated mess as he lazily jerks his cock and rubs your clit bringing you to your final orgasm as he cums over your stomach.
He lets you lay there staring at the ceiling in a daze as he gets himself a drink of water and you a wet cloth to wipe you down. "Are okay?" he asks. And you could only nod as you yawned, "I'm sorry for waking you up." you apologized as you watched Aizawa slip into bed next to you frowning at the sweaty sheets. "I already told you I don't care, but next time be quieter." he smirks pulling you closer to him.
#aizawa smut#bnha aizawa#aizawa imagine#aizawa x reader#aizawa x poc#aizawa shouta x black! reader#mha#somnophilia#kinktober#black y/n#blackreader
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Kinktober day 8
Size kink w/ Kirisima
masterlist
YES I DID READ EVERYTHING UNDER THE RED DADDY RIOT TAG BEFORE WRITING THIS also whoops a kiri fic right after a tetsutesu one I’m lost in the himbo sauce.
Warnings: size kink, rough sex, slight fear play, feral Kirishima, breeding/ impregnation kink, cream pie, overstimulation.
word count: 1,200 (about)
Summary: Kirishima is a big guy, big enough that you wondered how you could ever take him, but lucky for you Kirishima is persistent and he’s going to make himself fit.
“Are you scared? or are you shaking for other reasons?” Kirishima asked, his pointed teeth scraping over your neck, making goosebumps rise in his wake.
“I'm not scared,” you lied gulping. How could you not be at least a little scared of the man towering over you? Kirishima was nearly seven feet tall with biceps as thick as your thigh. His hands were at least twice the size of yours and even though you were a grown woman, you might as well be a child in comparison to him.
Kirishima lifted you easily, like you weighed nothing at all, and pinned you to the wall, his hips parting your thighs so he could nestle his clothed cock to your core. He had to stoop awkwardly to make it work but he didn’t seem to mind. You squirmed against him feeling the enormous bulge pressing against you. You looked at his hands again, how big was his cock going to be? and was he really going to make you take it all?
“then-” Kirishima’s deep voice pulled you out of your thoughts putting your attention solely on him again “-I have to assume that you are trembling because you’re just that turned on,” he chuckled. Kirishima tugged off your shirt, red riot merch as it happened. Kirishima’s eyes locked on your tits as the bounced. He whistled and licked his lips.
“No bra Honey? that’s dangerous,” you flushed at his words and turned your head so you didn’t have to look him in the eye. A large hand caught your chin and forced you to look at him.
“don’t try to hide from me baby, you’re pretty and I want to see all of you okay?” He purred his eyes glinting dangerously. He guided his mouth to yours in a tender kiss. his other hand reached up to palm your breasts, the globes of flesh dwarfed by his large hand.
“I need you so bad baby, do you think you can take me?” He asked.
“I-I want you but I don’t know if I could take it E-” you whimpered wich only make him laugh his hands moved to cup your ass, holding you close to his chest as he pulled you from the wall.
“Don’t worry one-bit honey, we’ll stretch out your tight little cunt and I'll fit just fine,” he promised gently dropping you down on the bed, He smoothed his hands over your legs before slowly pulling down your leggings and underwear leaving you completely bare under him.
he tapped your knees and you spread your legs for him. His red eyes locked on to your pussy. He touched you gently, his fingers ghosting over your lips before pressing the pad of his finger pressed against your clit.
“First we gotta get you wet,” he purred applying pressure as he moved his finger in mindless patterns. your body was incredibly responsive to him, your cunt was wet before he had even started, and he left your lower lips drooling. Kirishima pushed a finger inside of you and already you felt full. He swirls the digit inside of you, thrusting it shallowly before attempting to add a second finger.
“Fuck,” you whimpered clawing at the sheets beneath you, balling the soft fabric in your fist
“Damn baby only two fingers and your cunt can’t take anymore, my cock is going to slipt you in half,” he cooed, even though his voice was soft and coaxing his fingers were brutal. He was a man on a mission, he switched between pounding into you and stroking your g-spot until you came, drenching his palm in slick. Kirishima smirks up at you before leaning down and licking his hand letting you watch as he tasted you.
“Erijou,” you whimper, and before you can beg for mercy his lips attach to your clit. all words died in your throat and melted into incoherent moans. You cum a second time when he adds a third finger.
“such a good girl for me, taking my fingers so well, your pretty little pussy stretches so well for Daddy,” he praises, spreading his fingers out making a W inside of you.
“You still want my dick inside you Baby or have you changed your mind?” He asked
“Please fuck me Kiri,” You begged your hands flying to his shoulders clawing at his exposed skin. He laughed.
“someone‘s feeling desperate huh? you already came twice and you still need more,” He teased, shrugging off his clothes. your cunt clenches seeing his cock.
“Christ,” you mutter to yourself, seeing just how impressive his length was. Kirishima smirked and wrapped his hand around his hard-on, palming himself as he straddled you.
Gently he laid his cock on your pelvis and gently started humping your stoumach. “See that baby? See how deep my cock ins going to go inside of you, fuck I really am going to rip you in half,” He growled grabbing your legs below your knees and pushed your thighs up to your chest before slipping inside of you.
You couldn’t help but clench around him as he filled you.
“try to relax babe,” he hissed. you did your best to do as he asked and he started pushing into you again. Your moans filled the room until he bottomed out, granting you a small break.
“fuck- you’re still so tight,” he panted pressing a soft kiss to your temple
“move,” you begged hooking your arms around his neck.
The stretch was painful but you couldn’t help but beg for more.
“h-harder ‘Shima please faster,” you clawed at his shoulders your nails leaving angry red lines in their wake.
“You have to be careful begging like that Babygirl, Your cunt feels too good if I’m not careful I won’t be able to hold back and then I’ll really break you,” he warned inbetween pants as his hips began picking up speed. your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled back in your head
“p-please Kiri,” you whimpered and whith your permission, his thrusts became brutal causing the headboard of the bed to snap loudly agianst the wall.
“I can feel your cunt forming into the shape of my cock, No one is ever going to be able to fuck you as good as I can, not after this,” he growled with a laugh
“Isn’t that right baby?”
“y-yes you’re the only one who can fuck me this good,” you praised. Kirishima gripped your hips and flipped you so you were on your hands and knees, your face burried in the pillows. His large hands circled your hips and started moving you back and forth. you wondered if he even needed you to move at all or if he was content jack hamering your body up and down his cock like some human fleshlight.
“I’m so close I’m going to cum again,“ you warned tears filling your eyes as you approached your third orgasm. One hand left your hips to brush away the tears of overstimulation as he pounded into you.
“go on sweetie, I want to feel you cum on my cock,” He purred bringing his mouth to your shoulder in a passionate (one-sided) kiss. you burried your face in the pillows again, the soft sheets swallowing your cries of pleasure as you came again, your inner walls clamping impossibly tighter around his length, strangling his cock.
“F-Fuck,” He groaned against your lips and with one a final snap of his hips he came to his cock pulsating inside of you as he pumped cum inside of you.
His hands stroked over your back as you both came down from your high. he pulled out and hot cum dripped out of your overstimulated cunt, rolling in beads down your thighs. Kirishima clicked his tongue disaprovingly.
“Naughty girl, I gave you all this cum and now you’re trying to waist it,” he scolded. catching the warm semen with his fingers and pushed it back inside of you. you whimpered at the feeling, your walls spasmed around the intusion. He left his fingers inside.
“we’re going to have to get you a plug or something for next time if this is how you react to getting creampied,” he said more to himself really,
you shuddered at the thought of a next time.
#Kirishima Eijirou#kirishima x reader#bnha kirishima#kirishima smut#kirishima imagine#kirishima x reader smut#red daddy riot#my hero acadamy#my hero academia#my hero academia imagine#my hero academia head cannon#kinktober 2020#kinktober
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it will come back [pt. 2] /// Yandere Shigaraki x f!Reader
Summary: You have a bad habit of picking up strays, and the half-dead villain you find bleeding out in a dumpster is no exception. [Part 1] [Part 3]
A/N: Title from the Hozier song—“don’t let it in with no intention to keep it / jesus christ, don’t be kind to it / oh honey don’t feed it / it will come back.”
Tags/warnings: yandere, violence (not directed toward reader), crying, Shiggy REALLY likes you, reader needs a friend and a good night’s sleep, non-explicit sexual content. [In later parts: 18+, sex, other stuff]
He—Tomura—keeps visiting.
At first you think it’s because of the free medical care, and you wish you had the spine to tell him to suck it up and go see a professional. After a couple weeks turn into a couple months and his wounds fade into ragged purple scars, though, you start to think differently.
Within a short time Tomura has figured out your work schedule, and he does a decent job of not showing up after your long shifts. The unavoidable consequence of this is that he ends up monopolizing your precious days off, but you come to the realization about a month and a half in that you don’t actually mind. You like it. It’s like spending time with a friend.
Mostly you guys talk. It doesn’t seem like Tomura really has anyone to talk to the way the two of you do, but that’s probably just you projecting. It’s usually shallow stuff—TV shows you like, video games he plays, funny stories from patients you treated. Sometimes when you’re cooking for yourself, you make extra for him. (It happens a lot, actually, and at one point you bring up how much his appetite is costing you and the next time you see him he brings a bag of rice and makes you a porridge that crunches between your teeth when you try to eat it. You can’t finish yours, but he eats an entire bowl and insists that you’re being picky.)
Sometimes he sleeps over on the couch, but he’s always gone when you wake up.
The two of you skirt around the heavier stuff, and you know it’s intentional on his part. You have to resist the urge to ask him about being a villain—he’s all but confirmed it for you, and it’s human nature to be curious, isn’t it? In the same way you can’t help looking at a car crash, you want to poke and prod and find out what it is, exactly, that Tomura does for a living. That part of his life is suspiciously absent from your discussions—if you didn’t know better, you’d think he spends all of his time sleeping and playing games and breaking into your place.
On the other hand, you don’t want to know. Plausible deniability. You can accept criminality in the abstract, but you’ve treated too many victims of the bullshit hero–villain battle to be comfortable really knowing why Tomura avoids public places.
So you don’t ask about it, and Tomura doesn’t tell, and you don’t look up his name. And it’s easy. It’s nice. You’d forgotten what it’s like to come back to a home that isn’t empty.
And then one day when you get off a few hours early from your shift, you stop by a convenience store to pick up some snacks for yourself (hey, you’ve been working hard, you’re entitled to binge a little on foods that you’re afraid to look at the fat content for), and you think, Hm, I wonder if Tomura wants some.
[You: 7:49 PM]
> Are you coming over today?
[T: 7:49 PM]
> Yeah why
[You: 7:51 PM]
> Getting snacks
> Want some?
[T: 7:51 PM]
> No
[T: 8:12 PM]
> When r u coming back to ur place
[T: 8:58 PM]
> Hey where are you
[T: 9:39 PM]
> (Y/N)?
There’s a man with a gun in the convenience store.
It takes you a second to process at first. You’re standing in the snack food aisle seeking out Oreos and debating the merits of Double Stuf vs. Mega when you catch the mumbled demand and the metallic clicking noise you’ve only ever heard in movies before. It’s a gun—you know that, but your mind dismisses it because it’s ridiculous. Guns are rare in hero society. People don’t go around robbing bodegas at gunpoint anymore.
(You should know better. You work in a goddamn ER. But you compartmentalize, and the crimes you see written across your patients’ bodies stay out of the realm of your personal life because you need them to.)
It’s only when you see the muzzle of a hunting rifle pushed up to the cashier’s sweaty neck that you really understand what’s happening.
You drop to the ground immediately, looking toward the exit but it’s shut and there’s some kind of metal…thing holding the door closed. The cashier mumbles a denial and you can hear him fumble around with the cash drawer for what feels like ages.
It’s real. This is real. You’re in the middle of a robbery. Where are the heroes? Why isn’t anyone doing anything?
God, you’re a hypocrite, cowering behind the aisle divider and waiting for someone to step up while the robber’s demands get increasingly louder and more frantic. He wants money, and the cashier (who, you remember, is a man in his sixties with hands that shake with Parkinson’s when he holds out your receipt) isn’t being fast enough.
“That’s it? There’s no more? Are you fucking kidding me, there’s gotta be a safe or something—“
“No! No, p-please, I’m sorry, this is all I have!”
You cringe, crushing your eyes closed as if that will make it go away. You’re surprised you can hear at all over the sound of your blood rushing in your ears.
“Don’t fuck with me old man, I know there’s more! Show me the safe or I’ll blow your goddamn brains out!”
No! You have to do something. You can’t just sit here. You’ve heard plenty of death threats from your patients (not to mention that one from Tomura), and you know the difference between a bluff and a serious warning. Maybe you can catch the robber off guard, try to pull the gun away? You stand up quickly, hoping against hope that you won’t regret this, but in a split second you see that the cashier has the same idea and he’s trying to pull the rifle out of the robber’s hand and—
BANG.
Something warm and wet splatters across your face.
///
Tomura is angry when you get back to the apartment. As soon as he hears your key in the lock he rises from your couch so he can grab your collar with three fingers, jerking your head up to force you to look at him. “Where have you been? Do you know how long I’ve been waiting—“
But he cuts short in the middle of his sentence. Maybe because he sees the look on your face. Or maybe he just notices the traces of blood you haven’t been able to wipe off.
“What happened,” Tomura says. It’s not a question. He adjusts his grip slightly so it’s not quite as punishing, but you hold still anyway.
You have to force your mouth open in order to speak, but when your voice comes out it’s more steady than you thought it would be. “It’s not my blood. There was a robbery at the store. The cashier got shot.”
“Oh.” He releases you and frowns. “That’s it?”
“Fuck you.” You push past him into the kitchen to get yourself a drink with trembling hands. Pantry’s out of shōchū, whiskey will just make you sicker—ahh, there it is. Baijiu. The glug glug glug of the liquor into the glass does nothing to put your nerves at ease, but you pour yourself a double anyway.
“Wait—wait.” Tomura’s hands twitch and rub over his arms like he’s trying to stop himself from grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you. “Calm down. Why are you so upset? Don’t you see this stuff every day?”
You do. You’re an ER nurse. There’s no injury you haven’t seen. But it’s not about the blood. “I...I knew him. The cashier. He was nice. He had a grandkid on the way. I—“ You bite your lip and down the baijiu in one gulp. It burns.
Tomura clearly doesn’t know how to comfort you; probably doesn’t even really know why you need to be comforted. What does it mean that death is so meaningless to him? you wonder. But you need someone to listen to you, clueless or not, and Tomura will have to do.
The baijiu is still bitter and hot down your throat when you speak again. “You know something? Know what they asked me when the heroes finally showed up and pulled us out of there, me and the corpse?”
“…What?” Tomura asks warily.
“They stuck a camera in my face and asked me if there was anything I wanted to say to the hero who saved me. Any words of gratitude I wanted to share,” you spit. Now it’s your turn to feel your hands making fists at your sides. Your fingernails scratch into your palms like the pain can be an outlet for the sudden overwhelming fury spilling over you. “They didn’t save him. They were too late.”
Tomura’s eyes widen, and through your curtain of anger you can tell he’s looking at you in a way he’s never looked at you before. It’s unlike him to even look directly at you, and when he does it’s usually in disinterest or half-sincere irritation. This, though…this is different. He’s watching you like a believer watches a prophet. You can tell—or at least some deep, ugly part of you that you hope is wrong can tell—that he’s trying not to smile.
“I hate this,” you say, and the first tear drips out of your eye and runs down your cheek. It’s awful. You don’t want to cry in front of Tomura. You don’t want to show him how weak you are. But before you can wipe it away, Tomura’s hand comes up and does it for you, smearing the tear over your cheek in a gesture that—for him—is oddly tender.
Then he hugs you.
It’s stiff and awkward, like he’s forgotten how to do it, but the intention is clear. His arms fold around your back, pulling you into his chest while his chin makes its way to rest on your shoulder. He’s leaning into you so deeply that your spine is arched back, and you stagger away from him only for him to step closer again to make up the distance.
“It’s not fair, hm,” he murmurs into your hair. His tone is the closest thing to sympathy you’ve ever heard from him, but there’s an undercurrent of excitement you can’t ignore. “They’re always too late, aren’t they? The heroes… And everyone will watch that video of you thanking the heroes, and they’ll think they’re safe too. They’ll keep going about their lives and think that nothing bad can happen to them because a hero will always be around to save them…but you and I know that’s a lie.”
It takes you a second to recognize the emotion that’s raising goosebumps over your arms while Tomura rubs circles into your back, but when it clicks you shiver because it’s fear. You’ve never really been afraid of Tomura before, even when you should’ve been. Does he realize he’s backing you up with how forcefully he’s pushing himself into you? The backs of your knees hit the arm of your couch and you topple onto it with Tomura following.
He holds himself above you on his hands, legs tangled with yours. His eyes are wild and he’s not even trying to suppress his grin now. You’re trapped lying on your back under him—pinned like a butterfly under glass.
“Get off of me,” you say as calmly as you can.
“It’s all a lie, all of it…” A hand comes up and strokes your cheek, rubbing with two fingers at a stray fleck of blood on your neck. “I’m sorry it had to be like this, but I’m so glad you understand…”
“Let me up now, Tomura.”
He holds still for a long moment—waiting, thinking, considering—and then sits up, still straddling you but loosely enough that you can scramble back away from him on the couch. Your heart is racing, but you try to slow your breaths so he doesn’t pick up on how scared you are.
“Don’t freak out. You’re no fun,” Tomura says, and you exhale a sigh of relief at how normal he sounds. You never thought you’d be so happy about him looking at you like you’re nothing.
“I think you should go,” you say carefully.
He rocks back on his heels and runs a hand through his hair. “Are you mad? I thought I could stay here tonight, like usual. Since I waited for so long.”
“I’m not mad. I just…want to be alone.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone tonight. Not after what you’ve been through.”
Oh, now you care. “Fine. Okay? Fine. You can sleep on the couch.” You’re too tired to argue any more, and you’ve never really been good at convincing Tomura to do anything he doesn’t want to. It’s a miracle he listened to you when you told him to get off you. Considering how often he breaks into your apartment, it’s not like you could keep him out anyway.
So he stays the night. He doesn’t bother you when you take a shower and go to bed, he just lies on the couch in his street clothes. When you wake up in the morning he’s disappeared like he always does, and for the first time since you met him you’re truly relieved that he’s gone.
///
You always thought it would take some level of courage you don’t possess to actually bite the bullet and look Tomura up. To do so would mean saying goodbye to whatever strange relationship the two of you have built over the months, and you’re just not brave enough to risk it.
Turns out it’s not courage that makes you type his name into the search bar. It’s cowardice. You’re lying in bed under the covers when you do it, and the blue-white screen of your laptop is the only light in the room. Your comforter is pulled up almost over your head like it’s a wall that can block out reality.
“tomura”, you enter into the search bar, but you don’t hit return. Instead, you look at the search suggestions.
> tomura shigaraki
> tomura shigaraki league of villains
> tomura shigaraki decay
Something about it sounds familiar. But you’re not ready. Still, after everything, you’d rather keep your eyes closed. You backspace and snap your laptop shut, and when you do your room is so dark that you think the emptiness might swallow you up.
///
[T: 5:52 PM]
> Are u going to be at home tn
[T: 6:14 PM]
> Hey check ur phone
[T: 6:42 PM]
> Stop ignoring me
> (Y/N)
> (Y/N)
> (Y/N)
> (Y/N)
> (Y/N)
[T: 6:46 PM] 3 MISSED CALLS
[You: 6:50 PM]
> I’m at work
[T: 6:50 PM]
> Don’t lie
> you finished an hour ago
[T: 7:13 PM] 1 MISSED CALL
[T: 7:14 PM]
> You said you werent mad
[You: 7:15 PM]
> I’m not
[T: 7:15 PM]
> Then stop being a brat
> im coming over
> ill bring takeout
You’re nervous about seeing him, but in the two weeks since he pushed you down on the couch you’ve found yourself…missing him. Like it or not, he’s made himself a fixture in your life. So when you get home you’re brimming with anticipation, wondering who you’ll get when you open the door—the normal Tomura you’ve come to like over the past few months, or the one from that night. The villain.
But it’s just him. Good old Tomura, laden with plastic bags and containers of greasy fast food for the two of you to gorge yourselves on. You tease him for being cheap and he argues that you’re just a snob and everything seems so normal that you can almost forget the look in his red eyes when he told you that you understood.
Almost.
///
You probably have no idea how good you look when you’re crying.
Of the couple thousand views on the news channel video of your “rescue” from the convenience store robber, at least a tenth are from Tomura. Eventually he just downloads the video onto his computer so he doesn’t have to read the inane comments that the other viewers leave on the webpage. It seems like everyone but him thinks you should feel lucky that you were saved by a hero before the robber could get to you, too.
As always, the public are a bunch of shit-soaked morons. Reading the comments makes him angry, so angry he’s tempted to look into a few of these brainless sheep and see how lucky they feel when they’ve caught the attention of a violent criminal. But that wouldn’t be productive, so he saves the video externally and leaves the news website alone. It’s for the best. Besides, seeing the “views” counter on the website tick up and up by the dozen every time he refreshes is just another reminder that other people are watching this; other people are seeing how delicate and vulnerable and pretty you are with tears spilling out of your eyes and the cashier’s blood sprayed over your clothing.
Thousands of useless fucking NPCs are looking at you just like Tomura is. They’re probably thinking about how sweet you look, just like he is. And they’re probably imagining all the ways they can take advantage of your fragile emotional state, just like him.
You’re too trusting for your own good. Tomura used to think it was a virtue, and it is, but only when it comes to him. Whenever he thinks about how your face is slapped over a dozen different news websites for the whole world to see, he has to dig his fingernails into his neck to keep calm. It’s better when he can just watch the video and pretend he’s the only one seeing it.
And it’s not like not watching the video is an option. Tomura can’t resist your crying face. There’s a point around the three minute mark where your voice breaks in the middle of your statement, and sometimes Tomura skips there in the video just so he can hear that pathetic little sob and replay it over and over and over. Maybe it’s sappy, but Tomura really does feel his heart skip a beat at the way your eyes and nose are rubbed red from your misery.
How fucked up is it that he gets off watching you cry?
Would you be angry if you knew? You probably would, but you put up with so much from him already. Maybe you’d be okay with it if he told you he really and truly tried to hold out. The first dozen times Tomura watched the video, he refused to touch himself no matter how tight his pants got while you choked out your stilted answers to the reporters’ questions, but at this point he barely has to click “play” on the video before he gets hard and takes matters into his own hands.
At the end of the day, it’s your fault. Everything about you is so erotic, from your shaky voice to your pouty, bitten-red lips. Isn’t it completely normal to be aroused while looking at the person you like? And Tomura likes you, he really likes you. He doesn’t have any pictures of you, and with the high definition of the news channel’s video he can see every perfect contour of your cheekbones, every pore in your skin, every glistening wet eyelash.
It’s not that Tomura doesn’t feel sympathy for how upset you are in the video. He does! Not even just sympathy, even—he’s empathetic. He knows exactly how it feels to be let down by the heroes. How dare they tell you you need to be grateful while you’re still trying to wipe brain matter off your shirt? Always too little, too late. It’s not fair.
But if he’s being honest? As miserable as you are, Tomura is happy that you were in the store when that robber came in and that you had to watch a man you knew get his brains blown out in front of you. You need a wake-up call to lose faith in hero society. If you have to suffer some emotional trauma in the process, that seems like a fair price to pay.
And the fact that Tomura gets to jerk off to it? It’s almost like destiny.
➠ [Part 3]
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CAMP UNUS ANNUS SAFETY RULES!
Rule #1 - Always remember the BS (Buddy System).
Rule #2 - When confronted by a bear (depending on the type of bear), confront it back and make lots of noises. But keep in mind, only do that for Black Bears.
Rule #3 - Bears can't get through the polyurethane of a tent. Plastic repels nature, since it's not of this world.
Rule #4 - The forest doesn't give a damn about you. Arrogance will get you nowhere.
Rule #5 - If you're stuck in a tree alone and two people happen to come across you, they are buddies. Don't just assume because another human life is nearby that they're obligated to help you.
Rule #6 - You help those in need though.
Rule #7 - Communication is key.
Rule #8 - Look, scan, observe, react, run.
How to survive a bear attack:
Rule #9 / Step Number 1 - Evaluate, determine which type of bear it is that it's attacking you.
Rule #10 - If the bear grunts twice it's a Grizzly, if it grunts three times then it's a Polar Bear.
Rule #11 - When dealing with Polar Bears, the biggest thing you want to do is make sure that you're covered head to doe, with as much armor as possible (sleeping bags work just fine).
Rule #12 / Step Number 2 - Try to maintain silence, maybe it'll go away on it's own.
Rule #13 / Step Number 3 - If step 2 fails, abandon all coverage plans, because clearly it's not going to work. However, you don't need to worry, because your tent is safe as long as the bear doesn't claim it as it's own by attracting other bears as competition.
Rule #14 - It is very important that when you go shopping for your tent (or you're finding your tent), you get one that's strong, triple layer made of the highest quality material.
Rule #15 - If the bear attacks with a gun, make sure you cover all of the important parts of your body. The smaller the target the harder it is for a bear to get you.
Rule #16 / Step Number 4 - This is an emergency step, you would never do this unless you were in a extremely dangerous situation... just run. With the help of your buddy (don't forget the buddy system!) you will roll the tent from the inside away from the bear.
Rule #17 - It's important to remember where your tent was when you pitched it.
Rule #18 - At this point the bear should be very intimidated by your skill and athleticism. It may think you and your buddy are now one large creature.
Rule #??? - RAGE, rage against the dying of the light...
Rule #19 - After all that escaping protocol, the bear should be gone by now. But in the case that it's not, just keep going rolling away in the tent.
Rule #20 - Bears are afraid of the sunlight, they can't handle it's intense heat.
Rule #21 / Step Number 5 - And finally, to escape the tent, you have to find it's weakest point and destroy it.
Rule #22 - Nature it's a dangerous place filled with evil, horrible monstrosities that are beautiful in their own way.
How to safely bury your friend:
Rule #23 - Carcasses can attract bears and other wildlife that are opportunistic scavenges.
Rule #24 - For this process you're going to need a shovel and a buddy.
Rule #25 - Don't forget the Buddy System (B.S) or you will DIE.
Rule #26 - The first thing you're going to do is search the area for a proper place for a burial. You want a place with some soft dirt, plenty of open space, and not too near to the campsite.
Rule #27 - Dig six feet down (at the least), so you can put their feet first, then head at the top.
Rule #28 - Your dead body will grow into the environment.
Author's Note: ... I don't trust counselors Mark and Ethan.
Rule #29 - B.D.S.B (Bearing Doesn't Stop Bears)
Rule #30 - You are also going to need a quality shovel that can break through. You want a sharpen blade and a good foot rest.
Rule #31 - Do not, under ANY circumstances, mention the Tactical Shovel to counselor Mark.
Rule #32 - When you're digging a grave you should bring water, remember to stay hydrated!
Rule #33 - You can only absorbe so much sweat you produce. After a while it gets unhealthy, because your body can't filter out the bad water that you produce.
Rule #34 - You piss out of your skin when you can't piss out of anywhere else. So if you drink that, but then you piss it out again, then it becomes Super Piss (and that's not good to consume). But if you drink that then it turns into Ultra Piss, which is very valuable but bad to ingest. It's also incredible dangerous because, while bees can smell fear, they can also see the vapors from the Ultra Piss. So, although rare and easy to sell to a high price, it would attract thousands of bees.
Rule #35 - B.E.C.W.U.B (Be Extra Careful With [the] Ultra B[P]iss)
Rule #36 - The forest is one of the most polluted places, you can't get a breath of fresh air.
Rule #37 - Your buddy is always a breath of fresh air. (Hey, please don't do what Mark and Ethan did on the video, COVID-19 is still a very, very real thing.)
Rule #38 - Once you are done digging the grave, lay the body on a fetal position. Remember to really support the spine.
Rule #39 - If you can, get a standing grave, it's great for the spine.
Rule #40 - You can feel more productive when you are standing.
Author's Note: ... I really, REALLY don't trust counselors Mark and Ethan. I knew that bacon tasted kinda odd-
Rule #41 - Now all that's left to do is lay your friend to rest.
Rule #42 - Now you can go ahead and say words of rememberness, a testament to their life.
Rule #43 - The truth is the nicest gift you can give anybody.
Rule #44 - If you listen closely when your friend is later rest, you can hear their soul whisper their final thoughts.
Rule #45 - Remember to hit counselor Mark with a stick for waking us up at 6 am using a pan.
Rule #46 - Team building is the most important part of being on a camp. Because you may have your buddy, but we are all a team.
Rule #47 - Trust is the very foundation of any team.
Rule #48 - At any moment your buddy can need you. You'll never know when a bear is going to strike, when a chipmunk is going to go rabid, when a raccoon is going to be sneaky. You've got to be prepared for anything. And above all, you need to be prepared to catch your buddy if they fall.
Rule #49 - When you're in the nature, you are going to be climbing on a lot of things. They may be slippery surfaces, you may be not sure of your footing. You've got to be prepared at any time to catch your buddy.
Rule #50 - The higher the fall the greater the trust. Anyone from your team could be falling at any moment, make sure to catch them.
Rule #51 - Trust counselors Mark and Ethan...?
Rule #52 - Your buddy can fall in any direction, you've got to be ready.
Rule #53 - With a trust fall you've got to trust your buddy, but you gotta trust yourself too.
Rule #54 - No better way to exhibit a team than to show your strength together (by making a human pyramid).
Rule #55 - Tug of War, classic team building from earliest man. Get a rope and you pull, but you've got to make two teams so you can compete and defeat their respective enemy (and they need to die).
Rule #56 - Don't forget, it's hot outside, so make sure you wear your sunscreen and drink plenty of water.
Rule #57 - Start in the middle (the knot needs to be in the middle), and whoever gets it to the point where the winner is obvious.... well, wins precisely.
Author's Note: UNUS! UNUS! UNUS! UN- oh, nevermind.
Rule #58 - The next most important part of team-building is sharing. Sharing with eachother is basically bonding. You learn from eachother, you have openness with eachother, and so on.
Rule #59 - The clue to win Three Legged Pace is coordination.
Rule #60 - It's always important when you go out outside to be prepared, and of course, bring water.
Rule #61 - Make sure to keep cool when you're in the wilderness, it is important for survival. And when you're done drinking water, you can play a little football with your friend using the leftover bottle.
Rule #62 - While playing Three Legged Egg Balance, remember to keep a steady "one-two" rhythm.
Rule #63 - FIRE IS NO JOKE. Don't play around with it.
Rule #64 - Knowing how to built a fire is one of the most important skills at Camp Unus Annus. With it you can cook your food, disinfect your water, clean your clothes, stay warm and call grandma.
Rule #65 - And if your grandparents are death, stare deeply into the fire until you see their face swim out of the flames.
Rule #66 - Fire is spelled F-I-R-T. Sorry, I don't make the rules.
Author's Note: Wait a second, are they not Camp Counselors?-
How to built a fire:
Rule #67 / Step Number 1 - Be aware of the current threat level for forest fires. Right now it's midnight. That's B, for Be aware.
Rule #68 / Step Number 2 - Kindling. Be aware, get kindling, find perfect stick (B.A.G.K.F.P.S)
Rule #69 (nice) - Remember, if you want to start a fire get your bag of piss.
Rule #70 / Last Step - Friction. The friction of the stick (zooming around in circles) against the friction of a wooden piece creates smoke signals. The smoke signals will travel to your candling and say "Hey, catch on fire." And in response it will sometimes go "Okay" in an umberwear farm. The umbers are what leads to the fire in an it case of a FIRE. Very important.
Rule #71 - Always have a fire extinguisher (preferably water) just in case something goes wrong.
Rule #72 - Put your prefect stick on your wood base and start rubbing said stick against it.
Rule #73 - Gently blow the base after rubbing the stick, fire needs oxygen to grow.
Rule #74 - If you manage to make a hole through the base, leave the stick there and start spinning it. With the power of insertion, if you get it going fast enough, flames should ignite.
Rule #75 - Fire needs to be seduced.
Rule #76 - To produce the flames you need to sin.
Rule #77 - Satan knows.
Rule #78 - For the love of God, keep counselor Mark away from sharp objects.
Author's Note: ... Does anyone else see the weird man dressed in a black suit outside or it's just me...?
Rule #79 - No matter what goals you may have in life, a little bit of hard work, a little bit of determination, a bit of luck gets you anywhere.
Author's note: Yay escape room! I love those!
Rule #80 - Beware of counselor Evan throwing things at the tents.
Rule #81 - On daytime the bats are squirrels, but on nighttime they are vampires. For this reason you shouldn't be around bats, or they will suck your blood.
Rule #82 - Counselor Mark really loves riddles.
Rule #83 - Stay six feet away from the trees to avoid being attacked by a squirrel.
Rule #84 - The most dangerous things about the deers are their antlers and hooves.
Rule #85 - To survive the snakes you need to: Look, Observe, Scan, React, Run (L.O.S.R.R)
Author's Note: Counselor Ethan is fucking smart, fight me. Also, shout out to counselor Amy because not once have I mentioned her and she's amazing.
Rule #86 - Run away from Mark. JUST RUN.
Rule #87 - Tragically, counselor Mark has turned into the beast called Neanderthalensis Marconius, also known as HeeHoo.
Rule #88 - HeeHoo feeds himself with wild Takis, roaming around the woods butt naked and in solitude...
Rule #89 - If you wish to communicate with the HeeHoo, there are sounds he will react to: Unus Annus.
(And here it is, after nights of work I present to you the -not so official- Unus Annus Rule Manual! This has been a blast, I am so glad I could finally finish it. Camp Unus Annus was absolutely amazing in every sense of the word, thanks Mark, Ethan, Amy and Evan for the experience!)
@tiny-crecher (I am SO sorry-)
@markiplier @crankgameplays
#Unus Annus#Camp Unus Annus#Camp Unus Annus Rules#Rule Manual#Safety rules#rules#camp#markiplier#crankgameplays#youtube#youtubers#list#HeeHoo#memes#original post
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Les Amis (& co.) and what they’re like camping
Enjolras: Is kinda scared of the woods. Also he’s that guy that really has a hard time putting his phone down because “I just have to respond to this one email”. “Yeah give me one second I’m dealing with a work thing”. “omg did you hear about what’s happening in Canada? It’s horrible those poor people” “Enj the point of this is to get away from everything for a couple days” “Right I know…”. So if there’s even one bar of service they gotta go find a different place. When he isn’t on his phone he’s very active in all his friends activities. He’s not super outdoors-y so he mostly tags along when other people do things. He’ll have Baz or Courf take him on rides on their paddle boards. He’ll tag along when Chetta and Ferre go on hikes. He’ll be Feuilly’s little helper person when Feuilly’s working on building the fire. Or he’ll just hand out with people at camp or on the beach of the lake/river and just talk.
Combeferre: Loves camping because of all the bugs and critters! Found the tiniest little frogs on the shore of the lake one time and made everybody look at them. Brings plant and animal and bug ID books with him and will take little leaves or flowers and stick them in the pages of the book when he thinks he found a match. He doesn’t usually snack too much when he’s at home but when he’s in the woods he is always eating something and it’s really when he’ll let himself just go balls to the wall with the junk food. The only thing he doesn’t really like about camping is that he doesn’t get to go on jogs in the morning because he’s smart enough to not run into the woods in the middle of nowhere with no service by himself.
Courfeyrac: Has an inflatable paddle board that he bought! He likes to play lifeguard and will paddle around to all his friends who are swimming and give them rides to shore. He likes to share his paddle board with his friends but he didn’t have enough money to buy a super super fancy one that has a large weight capacity so usually if someone else is on it with him it sinks into the water enough to stress him out. Also he shares a big tent with Combeferre and Enjolras and he likes to sleep in the middle of the two of them.
Joly: Invested in a super super cute small teardrop camping trailer a couple years ago. It’s easier for him to get in and out of than a tent or god forbid a hammock (Bahorel has to lift him into it then Joly wants to get in one… this is also partially because Bahorel sets up all the hammocks and they are p much impossible to get in unless you are also 6’7”) The inside of the camper is just a bed and the back hatch opens up to cabinets and drawers and a counter and stuff that makes a nice little make shift kitchen. He’ll set up the camp stove and the cooking area right next to it. He’s not super involved in any of the cooking it just gives him less stress when the food area is organized and the table legs are on a flat surface.
Jehan: Jehan tells the ghost stories. They aren’t very good at telling ghost stories so nobody really gets scared (except for Marius and if they’re really doing a good job Enj will get a little spooked). They also wake up with the sunrise so they’re up and ready to start the day at like 5am… and they really aren’t quiet about it so they manage to wake up 2/3 of everybody else at camp. Has more dietary needs than other people so when every one gets together to build a grocery list and meal plan for the trip they’ll make their own list. They really don’t mind because they HATE sharing snacks so having their own little baby cooler all to themselves is the best.
Bousset: Somehow manages to have the most amazing balance and can get on and off Bahorel or Courf’s paddle boards like it’s nothing but when he gets in the canoe with anybody they somehow always tip it over within like 20 seconds. He is the opposite of Jehan he’ll sleep until like 2 in the afternoon if one of them doesn’t come to wake him up. He’s also usually in charge of getting all the booze together for the trip bc he’s very aware of what everyone likes to drink. He takes turns with Chetta sleeping in the trailer with Joly since not all three of them can fit. When he’s not sleeping in the tent he’s sharing a tent with Grantaire.
Feuilly: Fire guy. Loves the fire. Is always excited for the sun to go down so he can start the campfire. Will not take his eyes off the fire. I mean seriously. They once played never have I ever and when it got to be his turn they timed him to see how long it would take for him to realize it was his turn bc he was too busy staring at the fire to pay attention (it was a solid 4 minutes). Sleeps in a tiny little one person tent that would make anybody else claustrophobic but he LOVES it. He does set up a hammock right next to Bahorel’s. He doesn’t sleep in it but the two of them will take naps together in their hammocks. He also has to dowse his body in SPF 10000000000+ because he’s the whitest person ever, and somehow he still manages to get a sunburn on some part of his body.
Bahorel: He’s the guy thats super picky about the camp spot. “eh i mean this one is cool but it’s a little too close to the other campsite and I don’t wanna be that close to other people thats the point of this trip is to get away from everybody.” “This one WOULD be perfect but it doesn’t have good access to the lake so it’s gonna be hard for those of us that have boats to get down there” “Bahorel the boat ramp is like 1/8 of a kilometer away we can just walk down to that…” “i mean we COULD… but it just kinda sucks” Also Bahorel has this super nice hammock system with like a bug net and a rain tarp, he will not sleep on the ground because he is scared of bugs and also the baby boy likes getting rocked to sleep. He always follows Feuilly around when he’s looking for a place to put his tent and he’ll set up his hammock right next to him. And he WAILS to Feuilly when they get back home because his SKINCARE ROUTINE GOT MESSED UP FEUILLY OHHH MY GODDDD
Grantaire: Not super big on camping but if he’s with his friends he’s having fun. There’s something about being in the woods that makes him quiet… but not in a sad way. He feels really peaceful when he isn’t dealing with a bunch of people in a big city (Even tho he loves the city). He always brings stuff so that he can draw or paint the mountains or his friends on the lake but he usually doesn’t get enough time to really make anything more than a sketch. He’s not scared of water but he avoids going in the lake if it’s not a part of it that’s deeper than his tummy. He won’t get in the boats unless there’s a lot of coaxing (usually by Enj)
Marius: LOVES being in the woods. I mean really loves it. Surprisingly it’s usually Marius that sends out the text to the group chat that’s like “hey is everybody free in a couple weekends? I wanna go camping!” He just really doesn’t like going by himself or going with just one or two people. He wakes up super early as well and usually will sit with Jehan and share coffee waiting for everybody else to wake up. Sometimes the two of them will go on a little walk together. He winds down pretty early in the evening though since he wakes up so early and is usually ready for bed by like 8:45pm. He’s also that guy that wants to eat all the berries on the bushes they walk past and has almost given Combeferre a heart attack like 7 times.
Eponine: She’s… alright to camp with. She gets kinda grumpy in the mornings because of how cold it is but she warms up (both temperature wise, but also her mood) once she’s eaten and it’s gotten warmer out. She really just likes to lay in one of the communal hammocks and read book after book. She’ll also tag along with Gavroche on a lot of his little adventures. When she’s not with Gavroche or letting Combeferre show her all the little bugs and cool plants he found, she just sunbathes. For HOURS straight. Going camping for her is just a really long fun weekend to get her tan on.
Cosette: She’s so fun to camp with!! She’s like… the best person to camp with. She always does the planning and researches everything there is to do at and near the campsite. She knows all the hiking trails nearby and what areas have service and which ones don’t. She knows which campsites have lake/river access. She also makes the best camp coffee. It’s really the only time she drinks coffee unless it’s like… finals week or she’s got an early flight or something. She also ALWAYS has to tell her dad where they’re going. She shares her location and route with him on the drive there and texts him to let him know she’s about to lose service and texts him the second she has a bar of service. He’s just very protective and she wants to make sure that he knows she’s safe. Plus if anything DOES happen he knows where she’s going and can come save the day.
Musichetta: She sleeps like the entire time she’s camping. She’ll wake up in the morning and move from her tent or the camper and go lay in one of the communal hammocks near the fire ring and doze off with her hot chocolate… which she has spilled a couple times. Once it warms up a little she’s walk down to the lake or river and lay down, get her tan on, and take a nap. One of her favorite things is to go on hikes with Combeferre. He’s one of the only people in the group that can keep up with her. If they go with other people usually by the time they reach the end of the trail the rest of the group is about 2 miles behind them. One of the best parts of camping for her is going home and showering after not showering for like 3 or 4 days.
Gavroche: Spends the entirety of the first day trying to find the perfect tree to put the perfect swing on. He also likes to try to find any big rocks near the campsite and go bouldering and run around on top of them. He still really has that childhood curiosity about everything and no fear. He’ll run off trail trying to find deer or elk. If he doesn’t get back home with a couple scratches or bruises he doesn’t consider it a good camping trip. He also will swim out to Bahorel’s paddle board and Bahorel will grab him out of the water and throw him back in. Gavroche thinks it’s the most fun thing in the world even though he’s growing really fast and it’s taking a little bit more muscle every year for Bahorel to throw him as far as Gav wants him to.
#this was so fun to think about and write#I love camping so I got to just talk about how much I love camping#Also sorry Bahorel is mentioned in like almost everybody else's paragraph#I tried to keep the cross headcanoning to a minimum but at the same time it was fun writing about how they all interact with each other#tag yourself if you want#I am definitely combeferre#minus the going on jogs thing because FUCK THAT#also I have a super nice hammock setup so shoutout to myself for inspiration for that#les mis#enjolras#combeferre#courfeyrac#jehan#joly#bousset#feuilly#bahorel#marius#cosette#musichetta#eponine#gavroche#grantaire
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The other day you mentioned that you like to sleep in on Sundays. This has made me curious. What does a day in the life of Puts look like? If you don't mind sharing ^_^
Hello there!
I don't mind sharing at all but I am gonna warn you, it will be boring as hell, I lead an incredibly uneventful life XD It’s also extremely regulated since I need structure in my life. Oh well, here goes nothing.
⏰ I have set my alarm for 05:00 although I don’t really need it since I naturally wake up around that time. While I am not exactly a morning person I have zero issue getting out of bed. The second my alarm goes off I am out of bed. It’s because the tiniest noise almost causes me to have a heart attack :P I can’t handle obnoxious alarms, I am using Kalafina’s “dolce” to gently poke at me (but still, my fragile heart acts like this is a sledgehammer XD).
☕💻📱 From 05:00 till around 06:15 I drink a bit of water, make myself a cup of black coffee (disgusting but healthy) and turn on my laptop to check for Kala-updates. While my old-ass device is booting, I am browsing all my social media apps on my phone so I know what to expect. Most Japanese news are posted at noon (JST) which is 05:00 in CET so there is almost always something to work on. if it’s a big announcement, it can take me up to an hour to post it all but if it’s something small, I have time to focus on other stuff. I will typically use the early morning hours to work on my tumblr drafts (asks like this), prepare uploads for content posts (videos, audios, scans, etc) or do some random translations that I consider worthy of sharing.
🚽💩🚿🧽 For about 40 minutes I am doing all the normal morning stuff people do (bathroom, wash up, etc) and then thoroughly vacuum the apartment because I have a slight OCD when it comes to dust.
💻 By around 07:00 (or even earlier) I typically turn on my work-computer (I have been working from home since March last year) although I usually won’t officially sign in until 07:30. I have flexible working hours but I still try to stick to a routine for my 8 hours a day. Plus, there are always a bunch of meetings throughout the day so there are lots of limits to my flexibility. After having checked all my e-mails and handling any pressing issues I will do some arm/shoulder/neck/back exercises and a bit of stretching to deal with my bad posture and regular headaches - nothing longer than 30 minutes. I can take my breaks whenever I want so I am obviously using them to post any Kala-related news that pop-up throughout the day. Sometimes I will be too busy with work though (or otherwise occupied with a meeting/workshop) so I will have to postpone my Kala-activities a bit. We have a daily team-meeting at 16:00 so my work day tends to end at 16:30. Whenever this meeting gets cancelled, I am off my work-computer even earlier XD
🍲 The second I sign off work, I start preparing my late lunch/dinner. This can be from around 15:00 to 16:30. I only have one big meal a day and I always plan everything in advance to save time while cooking. For the first half of the day I stick to water (or more recently Waterdrop - the best invention EVER to stay hydrated for people like me who never drink enough). For my meals I rely heavily on frozen veggies, instant food, meat and eggs :P I also make myself a gelato-like fruit smoothie (with protein yoghurt, frozen banana and some random berries or mango - gotta take care of my vitamin intake after all). For dessert I always have some of my favourite sweets (Kinder Bueno, etc). Occasionally I will order a pizza or I will go out to eat McDonald’s if I am in the mood for it or meeting up with someone (but that doesn’t happen very often). Depending on how long it takes me to prepare everything and eat it, I will usually finish by 17:00 or 17:30. I try not to eat anything after 18:00 because a full belly will keep me from falling asleep (I go to bed relatively early). I will eat my meal while watching some YouTube videos (I mostly follow people who make Japan/fashion/movie/TV related content). Recently I have also discovered TikTok so that can keep me occupied for a while.
💻 For the rest of the evening I honestly just continue what I started in the morning. Make Kala-posts, work on my drafts, do some scans etc..I will also just relax and really focus on enjoying whatever Kala-content I posted throughout the day. While I am in the process of writing up, translating and summarising stuff for my blog, I can’t properly enjoy myself (and it sometimes feels like a chore) so I use the evening to really immerse myself in all these amazing things without having to think about anything. This is also the time where I do my infamous fashion detective searches (they can take several hours XD).I have mentioned it before in passing but I have recently become a fan of Robert Pattinson so whenever I feel like taking a break from Kalafina, I do something in relation to him (which atm is reading Twilight slash fanfiction - yeah, I know, don’t judge XD)
🚶♀️ Depending on the weather, my motivation and the number of unfinished Kala-tasks, I may or may not decide to go for an evening walk at around 19:00. Ever since I have hit my 30s I am having a harder time maintaining my weight and the pandemic hasn’t exactly been helpful in that regard either so I am currently about 4kg heavier than I would like to be. I hate working out with a passion so taking walks is really my only option. I try to get to at least 10,000 steps a day which takes me around 1h20min. I love this time because I can blast all my Kala-music to my heart’s content. Living in the heart of Vienna is very convenient because there are so many scenic walking routes available to me.
💻📱💤 When I get home I will do some more stuff on my computer and/or phone and finally around 22:00~23:00 I am ready to head to bed.
On weekends my days are pretty much the same, just without my daytime job. Although I do a lot of tutoring and ghost-writing on my days off to earn some extra money. God knows I need it with all my Kala-expenses :P If I don’t have any real work planned for the day I try to sleep in a little but alas, there is often something that comes up. Weekends are also reserved for deep-cleaning the apartment.
So yeah, that’s a day in the life of Sarah. I warned you it would be boring XD
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Here it is. A Piece Of Borrower Content Written Entirely In Stream Of Consciousness:
AN: so this is incomplete and very…needs revisions to the timeline to incorporate some things I added later! It’s the original universe that Mira’s from! I edited it like Slightly to just change Ross’s name to Ross (if u see Max anywhere that’s his old one I just felt like changing it so that’s just him but different. Anyway) Everything's under the readmore tab, cheers!
The Library Fairy:
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Basic Plot (Chrono, comic starts from human perspective abt the ‘legend of the library fairy’ ig maybe. Nothing here is permanent cept the characterization)
Part A
1- Mira is borrower currently chillin in a college library
2- She lives off of the cafe on the second floor nd reads lots and lots of stuff about everything when the upper floors close (lower floor open 24/7 but upper floors r vacant p much after 12:00 AM)
3- she starts getting increasingly curious about human stuff cos she’s literate nd books r pry neat
4- it starts one night when she spots an unattended notebook and a half eaten blueberry muffin, nd it’s 12:30 so nobody’s coming back in atm (it’s the 80s so no laptops for the plebians quite yet)
5- so she goes ‘welp’ nd takes part of the muffin, then sees the work on the page and goes ‘hmmmm this is incorrect’ so she helps our and leaves notes here n there to point the kid in the right direction and puts down some book refs for further study bcos at this point she’s been there for 2 years and she knows where most things are
6- she stays behind to see if the human comes back for it, hidden in a hidey hole near the desk
7- human comes in, sees notebook, practically melts w relief nd stuffs it in his bag
8- next day human comes back nd leaves nother notebook and a cookie, along w a hidden camera
9- Mira goes ‘o boy, this a trap, innit’
10- Mira then decides ‘eh whatever I haven’t had contact w anyone in years now so I might as well’
11- she steals the camera film nd leaves a lil scrap of paper saying ‘nice try ;)’ on it
12- student comes back, sees paper, goes ‘dammit’, then leaves note addressed to the ‘library fairy’ and another cookie, as well as more of their work for her to help with
13- bout a decade goes by and now the “Library Fairy” is an urban myth, it’s currently 2003 so she’s also wound up on the school’s unofficial Wikipedia page under ‘local cryptids’
14- most library employees know of her but they don’t go looking out of fear stemming from superstitions bout her, somehow the legend grew from ‘can’t be photographed’ to ‘a student once saw her and died that day’
15- there’s now a small shrine devoted to her where ppl bring offerings hoping to get good grades in return, sometimes they will leave papers for her to proofread nd stuff
16- new prof (named Alexei) finds online article thinks he Knows What’s Up bcos he had a borrower friend as a kid, but they left when borrower’s fam found out about them knowing each other
17- he leaves note wedged in one of her secret entrances behind outlet, asking if she can meet w him at some point
18- Mira, already In it, goes ‘Okay. Alright. This has gone on for long enough. Time to go and never return’ but ofc she’s curious as all hell and like she decides she will at least honor the guy’s request for a convo b4 she goes, but on her terms and w/o speaking face 2 face
19- they Talk in the library after hours, bcos he paid off the janitor to let him stay after hours nd most of the student employees recognize him as a prof nd leave him alone
20- they talk again for every subsequent night
21- she uhhhh finally decides to reveal herself nd prays that her hunch was right nd he won’t try to grab her or anything
22- he doesn’t but she’s nervous so she winds up gettin caught in her own climbing rope like idiot, is now dangling from ceiling in tangled mess
23- he stifles chuckle nd she says smthn sarcastic
24- he moves closer and offers to untangle her
25- she’s like ‘please’
26- so he do, but her grip on the rope slips nd he has to catch her
26- so now she’s in his hand and he just sets her down and now he’s a bumbling embarrassed mess bcos he said he wasn’t going to hold her and he just did and o dear pls forgib him
28- nd she’s like ‘dude u just saved my life it’s fine ur fine chill’
29- internally she’s going HOLY FUCK AAAAAAA but externally, her human’s already worked up enough as it is so she’s gotta b the level headed one
29.5- after a while they both kinda get used to each other more, he gets tenure, they celebrate, some more stuff happens, Aleksei got married (not to Mira, Mira hasn’t actually rly thought about being in a relationship w anyone cos she’s laser focused on gaining as much knowledge as possible)
30- eventually Alexei’s like ‘hey so I’m dean of faculty for the biotech branch now uhhhh would u like actual job teaching students? Cos, uh, you can do it remotely thru online lectures n stuff, no in person interaction, and I uh was just kinda wondering—‘
31- she’s like ‘yes. Yes!!! LET ME HELP PEOPLE OFFICIALLY KINDA’
32- so now she’s a professor, and has revealed her Secret a few times here n there to a number of the faculty, nd she has recorded her own findings in a personal journal
33- ‘humans will treat u like a human if they think ur human first. The kids call it ‘catfishing’’
34- enter Ross, an mall goth who accidentally tripped headfirst into a premed program
35- Mira’s favorite field of study is bio so naturally she’s his prof for a majority of his classes
36- being the good boy that he is, he now knows Mira’s secret. There is an Entire Chapter on him finding out and legit just continuing their conversation as if everything was normal bcos he thought that was how he was supposed to handle the situation
37- then she says ‘u can ask questions, u know’ he’s like OH THANK FUCK CAUSE I HAVE SEVEN HUNDRED OF THOSE
38- and now he kinda knows what to look for in terms of ‘do borrowers live here check yes or no’
39-in his apartment, the answer is yes and he mistakenly kinda stumbles upon the mom one night when he wakes up in the middle of the night for Snack and opts to pretend like its not happening. Unfortunately the thing she was trying 2 borrow (piece of crumb cake for Son Boy’s birthday) is the thing he wants 2 eat so he’s like “uh. ‘Scuse me, ma’am.” and he peels back the saran wrap on the other side of the plate, takes piece, nd then leaves some there for her
40-so now the woman is like ‘welp guess it time 2 Leave’
.1- she and husband Talk
.2-they decide it best 2 go
.3-theyre Packing
.4-lil bab Ellie confused
.5-hawk attacke
.6-cut to Ross
41- Ross also happens to work at a bar and he goes outside for a break
43- he finds smal child—smol smal—on the sidewalk and said child is missing an arm, nd has lost a lot of blood, so he’s uhhhhh Losing It highkey
43.5-parents r nowhere 2 b seen, but the hawk is nearby and circling. Ross gets an idea of what just happened
44- he up and leaves work, thankfully his apartment is above the shop so he jumps up the fire escape w the child and
45- he make tourniquet
46- he calls Mira nd asks her 2 come over to ASAP. he’s A Mess at this point
47- it is Very touch and go, kid needs blood, Mira is the only viable donor so she’s just gotta pray that the blood type is fine and won’t kill him
48- and then eventually they manage 2 stave infection thru antibiotics properly dosed to his size, Mira does Math and Prays basically
49- ‘bout a month in, kid wakes up
50- kid doesn’t rember much since he’s only 3
51- hes v scared of Ross at first but over time he gets used 2 the human
52- kid (elliot) starts 2 call Ross ‘dad’ after a while
53- Ross: *internal screaming but in a good way*
54- the end kinda for now
Part 2
A- New Borrowers In The Building
—three of em. paranoid dad, mom, nd daughter that’s Elliot’s age so he’s pumped
B- Elliot offers them a place 2 stay briefly
C- he knows by now bout like, how borrowers don’t typically interact w humans and Auntie Mira’s a bit of a weird case so he just doesn’t tell em bout his dad being the human
D- the kid finds out first nd doesn’t tell the parents, but they figure it out later kinda and think that it’s a ‘o god he’s being kept as a pet’ sitch so they’re >:| abt it
E- they move out and try to take Elliot w them (by force bcos they think he’s brainwashed) but he escapes and makes it to Ross, who’s like “uhhhhhh”
F- and the mom come out the hole near the counter n starts yelling at Ross, who is…kinda used to it since Mira brings in ppl who need help from time 2 time and they typically don’t react well when they’re lucid enough to understand what’s going on. He’s just not used to being questioned about his own kid
G- so they’re like “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING WITH HIM”
H- and he’s like “r…raising him???”
I- and Ellie steps up and he’s like “this is my dad. I decided he was my dad when I was three. He’s being a good parent”
J- and Ross is like “yeah what he said. I’m a good parent.”
K- Ross is riding that high til the end of fucking time but like back to the story at hand
L- this is when the husband comes out nd is like “lissen. wifey. ily but that is a very big human and he hasn’t grabbed us yet so let’s count our blessings and gtfo”
M- but she’s like “uh no we stay until I’m sure Elliot is Safe and fucking Sound”
N- so they stay for dinner nd stick around a little longer.
O- Val (the kid) gets closer 2 Elliot and also Ross a bit
P- Mira shows once or twice, first time she shows up they’re like “oh god it’s the crazy doctor lady this all makes sense now” (bcos Mira does check up on as many borrower families as possible in her free time so word has got around by now Of her, and the number by which to contact her in case her services r needed)
Q- After a month or so, then they decide to leave bcos they’re like “look we get that ur son is ur son and he only has one arm and in our profession that is kind of a death sentence but we can’t have our kid getting used to dealing w humans who know about our existence” so they go and leave on a kind of sour note bcos Ellie can do anything he wants to do just as well as any other borrower Thank You Very Much and Ross is ready to fite anyone who thinks otherwise
R- Elliot starts trying 2 b more independent, basically from now on he’s like ‘I can do everything my Damn Self Thanks’
S- but uh he does it to a point where he’s going out of the way to endanger himself
T- so they get into a fite about it and ross Yells and Elliot is like ‘kthxbye’
U- and the boi just. Fuckin bolts. Runs Away. Ross is a Mess, he starts smoking again (he quit cold turkey the day he took Elliot in) to curb the depression, he’s jus. Not doin good, worried that his son is dead and the last time they talked it’d ended badly
V- FREEDOM!!!1! Except Ellie doesn’t kno how to take care of himself so it’s a rough month or so and then he runs into some other borrowers livin in their own town in the wild ig, chillin, being hella independent, and he’s like “uh yes ofc I will join u, I was w my dad for a while but.........” he neither confirms nor denies that his dad’s dead but everyone kinda just assumes.
Part 3
W-anyway a year goes by and then the borrower group gets hit hard w some kind of sickness ig. Elliot gets it too he’s basically incapacitated n drifting in and out of lucidity. So. They contact the weird crazy doctor lady who hangs around humans, a.k.a. Mira, and she’s like “oh. fuck. I know this kid.” bcos she does, u kno, and she jus treats em all for their ailment and shows them how to make antibiotic poultice thing in case smthn like it happens again. Mold. Penicillin is basically what it is
X-she and Elliot hav a Chat (Mira basically yells at him a lot) once he’s fixed up and he decides he’s gonna visit his dad but he makes it very clear that he is a Grown Up (he’s not, he’s literally sixteen), and he is living on his own now
Y- he agrees to stay for a week tho since he misses his home a lot tbh and Ross is just. Over the fucking moon to know he’s ALIVE, he’s not gonna fuck up their relationship by insisting that he stay. Or like, by keeping him ofc he would never
Z- unfortunately the borrower community put two and two together and figured out his dad’s human so they have his stuff packed up when he gets back w mira, who’s ready to go the fuck off on them
End 1:
-Ellie is living at Ross’s place atm and hopeful about the future basically. He eventually will go off on his own but he’ll keep in contact w his dad and stuff
Part C.5
55- few yrs later
56- elliot is Adult now he does adult borrower stuff
57- he moves out
58- finds nice borrower gf (her name’s Tess)
59- doesn’t tell her about his dad being human but talks about his dad a LOT
60- so when she asks to meet said father he’s just like “uh. Maybe we don’t do that actually”
61- and she’s like “y tho”
62- and he’s like “bcos”
63- anyway she decides to look into it cos she knows he goes to see his dad nd keep in touch but his dad is allegedly “a recluse who lives in the big scary human’s walls to avoid other ppl”
64- which is. Not true in the slightest tbqh he’s def not an introvert he’s just a workaholic and he Is the big scary human
65- anywho they run into Val and her wife and she’s like “how’s Ross been?” And Elliot is acting Very Suspish so she, being Smart, calls it immediately and is like “oh shit u haven’t told her yet have u”
66- Tess: “told me what”
67- Val: “El’s dad is a human, bro.”
68- Tess: “I’m sorry?”
69- this results in a Big Fight and they separate for like, a month. Elliot blames Val bcos he’s being irrational and doesn’t wanna admit to the fact that lying to his girlfriend for over a year was Real Bad Actually, but over time he’s like ‘yeah it’s my fault sry for snapping at u’ cos he works thru his emotions n stuff
70- Eventually gf comes back cos she’s like “ok so. I understand why you lied to me about your dad. It was a dick move but I do get it and I still care about you a lot. I would like. To meet him.”
80- this is a lie she does not want to meet him she is doing this bcos she does not want to lose Elliot and that outweighs the fear of his dad
81- so they go to meet him but she’s just kinda. Behind the wall at first like “that’s a crazy big human this is crazy ur crazy it’s time to gO”
82- Val is also there bcos she hasn’t seen Ross in a while
83- they eventually coax her out of hiding
84- and by that I mean Val picks her up and drags her out into the open by force bcos she basically freezes up the second she catches sight of Ross and Val’s like “u didn’t come all this way for nothing, bich”
85- they have a Painfully Awkward First Meeting, Tess is trying her best but oh god he’s just too fucking. Larg. Ellie ur dad too big
86- tbh tho the ice kinda breaks after Ellie and Ross get into a fight over smthn stupid (im thinking Elliot grumbles bout Ross’s hair being unruly and he’s worried that mira’s using it like a personal storage system again and Ross is like “I’ve been keeping better track of that actually” and then like a little line of paper clips and a few hand-bound notebooks tied together w some string fall out of his fucking mane and he’s like “I can explain”
87- “dad you can’t keep letting her use your hair like a fucking NEST”
88- Tess is laughing now cos god damn this was not what she was expecting
89- that’s it the end it ends w Tess laughing at them being idiots good times r had by all
Uhhhh that’s it so far. I have More but it’s kinda jumbled rn and I need to fit stuff in places. Anyway.
#was gonna make this into a comic lawl#if I like actually manage to get off my ass over the coming weeks I probably will be able to do that! but yeah#also this was once posted b4 and I deleted it but it’s back now say hellow#Library Fairy#oc: Mira#oc: Ross#oc: Elliot#oc: Tess#oc: Val#oc: Alexei#anyway yeah here it is behold#the uhhhhh most slice of life thing I have ever created
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