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princessbellecerise · 10 months

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Forbidden Relationship

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summary | In which the House of the Dragon characters want what they cannot have—you

warnings | Forbidden romance trope and smut, canon incest, slight breeding kink for Jace

this fic is eighteen plus. minors please do not enter

divider by @princessbellecerise

Jacaerys Velaryon

Jace was already betrothed, promised to your sister—the eldest as was he

As the oldest brother and future King, it was his duty to marry well and Baela was just that. She would make a good Queen, Jacaerys knew that, but she was not who he wanted

It was really you that the Prince desired; her youngest sister. Locked away by your father in fear that his youngest daughter was growing too fast. You were the most like Laena therefore the most precious to Daemon. But he wasn’t the only one

Jace had loved you ever since you were kids. Ever since he first met you, on that dreadful day at your mother’s funeral. He had held your hand while you cried and didn’t let go not once

When the whole incident went down with Aemond, Jace had attacked his uncle because it was you he pushed. He was defending you, as he would continue to do growing up

You had spent your entire childhood with Jace and grown into young adulthood together. You played together, rode your dragons together, and you loved together no matter how much Daemon tried to keep you apart

It wasn’t like your father was doing it to be cruel; he just knew that one day it had to be Baela that married him, not you

After all, she was older than you and wiser. Fit to be Queen while a third daughter was not

It didn’t matter how much you loved Jacaerys or how much he loved you, it just couldn’t be

Or at least, that’s what the people on the outside thought

On the inside, though, you and Jace shared a bond that no one knew about. A love that was pure and kind, like you both were

A love that could never be; forever hidden under bed sheets and secluded corridors

It didn’t matter to your father that Jace had snuck in your room plenty of times to take you. It didn’t matter that the future king had promised to give you heirs every time he laid with you or that he had fulfilled that promise multiple times

Jacaerys was an honorable man, yes, but not when he was desperate. Not when he was in love

There wasn’t a time when Jace hadn’t given you his seed, praying each time that it stuck so that Dameon would have no choice but to wed the two of you

He hoped and he hoped but alas; Daemon Targaryen was not a man easily swayed. Each night Jace tried to impregnate you would be contradicted by Moon Tea in the morning

Your tears soaking his chest each time that you cried, realizing that your father would never let up, and that no matter what you did, the man you loved the most would always be promised to your sister

Lucerys Velaryon

Hadn’t he taken enough?

It felt wrong; wanting something from Aemond when Lucerys had already stolen his eye

It felt wrong wanting you, the One-Eyed Targaryen’s sweet baby sister, when Luke had already taken so much

But alas, when Lucerys traveled back to the Red Keep to solidify his claim to Driftmark, that’s when he met you and has his whole life turned upside

You’re kind, that’s the first thing he noticed. The second was how pretty you grew up to be. But most of all, after all these years, Luke noticed that you seemed to harbor no ill feelings towards him, unlike your mother and brothers

You spent time with him when no one else would, showing him around the castle and explaining all the things he missed, much to the dismay of your mother

The two of you became close in a short amount of time and it’s no surprise that he ends up falling in love with you, and you him. Even though you shouldn’t, seeing as you knew better than anyone the animosity your mother and especially your brother harbored against Luke

Even your drunk of a brother Aegon felt bitter about it, but you…

Perhaps you were just young, dumb, and in love

Or maybe it was rationality that helped you put aside your feelings, hearing the story from Luke’s perspective and realizing he truly did think Aemond was going to kill Jace

Not a full excuse but it was enough to come to an understanding. Luke was a child, and so was Aemond. Yes, it never should have happened but it did and it was the adults in their lives that had failed them

Your mother and grandsire failed you by filling your head with so much hate, so maybe that’s why you fell for Lucerys so hard. Relishing in the stages of young, first love and the thrill of sneaking around

The entire time his family stays at the Keep, you and Luke have to dodge the ever watchful eyes of your brothers and your mother

Lying to her isn’t easy but it’s manageable, especially when Queen Alicent has much more worrisome things to attend to. She hardly frets about her second youngest child, her baby girl. Mainly because you were supposed to be under the watchful eyes of her lap dog, Ser Criston Cole

Over the years though, he’s grown lax in his position. Carelessly falling asleep on his watch, which gives Lucerys the perfect opportunity to sneak into your room

Sometimes, he brings books to read to you and you’ll lay on his chest while he speaks your mother tongue. High Valerian that’s better than yours and Aemond’s combined, the two of you always giggling and kissing under the covers

Other times, you’ll sing to him softly and play with his hair. Listening to his worries about inheriting Driftmark or not being good enough

Each time, you’d kiss his insecurities away and reassure him that’s he more than capable and good enough

When you do, Luke swears each time that he falls more and more in love

It becomes devastating, knowing that he has to leave you and the only comfort he’s ever known. Sure, Rhaenyra listens to his worries but not like you. You’re special to Luke, and though he knows your family will never allow it, he wishes to be betrothed

He doesn’t want to go back to Dragonstone without you, and so he doesn’t

One night, just days before he and his family are set to return, Luke sneaks into your room for the final time. Slipping past Criston Cole, he enters your chambers and sees you crying your eyes out

You don’t want him to leave, and it breaks his heart to see you that way. But maybe, he expresses to you, it doesn’t have to be the end between you two

You both have dragons, Luke tells you

And one day, your family would understand if you were to leave with him, to become his wife. They would have to respect your choices because surely the King would

Viserys would be overjoyed with the union, Luke convinces you. The king would be so happy that your families were finally reunited that he wouldn’t even care that you ran away to be with Luke

One day, everyone would just look back and laugh at the fact that the young princess and prince were so desperate to be together that they fled in the middle of the night and rode their dragons back to his ancestral home

One day, Alicent would cope with the fact that her youngest daughter was stolen away by the dragon prince. That Aemond would weep tears of joy that his baby sister was given to the boy that stole his eye

It would all be fine, is what you think when you do run away with Lucerys Velaryon, but you were young and dumb and in love

The consequences never once occurring to you until it’s too late

Aemond Targaryen

You weeped and prayed to the Gods for your good luck when you found out you had been assigned to serve the Prince Aemond instead of his brother, Aegon

Literal tears were rolling down your face from being so relieved, happy that you would escape from an unpleasant fate like the women before you

After all, the rumors about Aegon were enough make anyone quake, and while you were well aware that Prince Aemond was known for being cruel or indifferent, at least he treated people humanely

When you first started serving him, he never touched you once or did anything inappropriate. He was polite, always saying please and thank you which shocked you

You weren’t expecting the prince to be so…kind. Especially not to you, a lowborn serving girl

It took you by surprise, but it was pleasant. Pleasant enough that after a few months, you could safely say that you…enjoyed the Prince’s company

Sometimes, he’d be reading while you prepared his baths and he’d call you over to ask for your opinion

Or, he’d be in the library and decide he wanted a snack, calling for you specifically but asking you to stay even after you’ve completed your duties

You had to admit, you weren’t expecting to get so close to Aemond. Yes, he was kind to you but that’s about all he felt for you. Or so you thought

It didn’t take long for you to realize that the prince was doing all of that because he enjoyed your company. He liked being around you, liked hearing you speak when you discussed history with him and he liked laughing with you and sharing his sweets even though he wasn’t supposed to

Aemond enjoyed your presence more than a prince of his station should have, and you most certainly enjoyed him more than a servant should have

After all, it was dishonorable and down right illegal for a woman of your position to fool around with someone of such high rank

Prince Aemond was off limits, you knew that from the various warnings the head servant had given you. A strong message to all the servants that many have tried to seduce the princes before and very little have succeeded. If they did they were quickly disposed of and all but doomed themselves to a life worse than death

It wasn’t worth the risk, she had told you, especially not with Aemond. No, a prince like him had never and would never disgrace himself like that. He would never fall for someone like you

But if that were truly the case, then what were you doing in his bedsheets every night?

His cock disappearing in your cunt, Aemond whispering words of praises left and right. His lips were forever attached to yours, it seemed, never wanting to leave. Never wanting to face the realities that came later

He had told you he loved you time and time again. Beginning from the fifth meet-up, or maybe the sixth. You didn’t know, it had been so long, after all

You and Aemond had been together for the better part of a year and it was surprise that no one had ever caught onto you

They all simply thought that you were just devoted to the prince, as a good servant should be. Even his mother, the Queen, had personally praised you for exceeding your duties

No one knew that you had been so excellent because you loved him, and he you

No one knew, and no one could ever know as much as it pained you both to say

You had to hide your love with stolen kisses and secret glances. Behind closed doors, always, for knew Aemond knew the risks, as did you

And you both knew that if you were ever discovered then you’d never see each other again

Aemond cherished every moment he had with you even if was only in the privacy of his chambers. And as much as he hated sneaking around and hiding his relationship with you, he’d much rather love you in the dark than for you to be sent away or worse—executed all because two people just so happened to fall in love

It was worst his nightmare, someone taking you away him. He hated to think about it, dreaded knowing that day could come

He hated knowing that the two of you could never truly be together

For he was him, and you were you

The two of you forever doomed to love one another while being forced to pretend such a thing didn’t exist

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rileysluvr · 11 months

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cliché jealousy trope except i suck at dialogue and ghost is a manchild in this but i still love him anyways!! nsfw <3

“Gaz is about to set the rack, if you’d like to join, Lieutenant.” You leaned one hand on his table and twisted your pool stick in the other, bending down to be heard over the loudness of the building.

Something about the way his title rolled off your liquor-smoothed tongue in that syrupy, almost meddlesome tone, had him swallowing thickly under his balaclava. He leaned back against the wall, toying with the glass of a thin line of bourbon in his gloved fingers. He made sure nobody got a peak of his face when he lifted the fabric for a drink, and despite your efforts and lingering eyes on him throughout the night and years that you’ve known him, he would continue to remain a mystery on that end.

“You really enjoy playin’ that nonsense with them?” he glared over at Soap and Gaz, downing shots and flipping the glasses upside down on the table as they waited for your return. You looked over your shoulder, and Soap threw his arms up to ask what was taking you so long. You returned to Ghost:

“I do. No harm in celebrating, Sir.”

“I’ll consider, but try not to make a scene out of it, Sergeant. You know those boys ‘ave got a hard-on for you.”

“Is that such a bad thing? Maybe tonight one of them will get lucky,” you smiled. Your words were uncharacteristic of you, and he was drawn back a bit in a mix of amazement and bitterness. He looked past you once more and Soap and Gaz were beginning to grow impatient.

“Don’t let me hold you back. Go on, I’ll watch.”

You pushed yourself from the table with a toothy smile, and returned to the game. You went up against Gaz, while Soap helped you to position yourself as you claimed to be relatively new to the sport. ‘Ladies first,’ and you broke the game, the end of your stick striking the white ball. Soap hovering behind you to guide your hits, and you got stripes, leaving Gaz stuck with solids. With each turn, Soap leaned heavier into you, hands staying on yours and your hips for longer to adjust you. You’d be a dirty liar if you said you didn’t enjoy his big arms around you, and his Scottish accent whispering tips directly into your ear. In full transparency with yourself, he had you worked and shuddering, and if your Lieutenant wasn’t already fuming with the last words you left him with, he would be sure to rub them in your pretty face later and have you gasping for air as the thought of another man, let alone member of Task Force 141, touching you had surely slipped from your memory.

You sent the white ball rolling into the black ball, pocketing it with the help of Soap and you dropped the stick on the table, both leaning up and cheering, embracing each other in a hug. You squeezed his waist as he praised your victory in your ear. Gaz was emulous, not so much because of his loss, but of the way you celebrated with Soap. Though, it was short-lived when you were pulling away from Soap and making your way over to him. You walked around behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders and massaging them lightly. You leaned up on your toes to whisper, “Good game, Garrick,” and he sarcastically crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. You dropped with a residual hand on his bicep, and you spoke to the two men, “You two play another round, I need to speak with the Lieutenant.”

Gaz mourned the loss of your hand as you walked across the bar and back to your Lieutenant. You clocked that he hadn’t touched his drink, or barely moved an inch since you were last there, as you slid into the booth opposite of him.

“You made quite the show.”

He spoke up before you could, an obvious change in his tone; disappointed and dropped down a notch from his already impossibly intense voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lieutenant,” you teased, but he was clearly not in the mood. His brows pulled together, distraught. How could you not know what you fucking did? To him?

He immediately relaxed his face. “Drink this, we’re leaving.” He pushed his glass towards you, the small amount of brown liquid sloshing with the movement, and he stood from the booth.

“We’re leaving?” you nearly scoffed out loud. Eyes staring down at yours when you caught his attention, he towered over you with the new dynamic. “I’m having fun here, Sir.”

“I noticed. Practically givin’ ol’ Johnny a fuckin’ lap dance over there.”

You definitely weren’t, and you took offense to his crudeness, but you also wouldn’t argue with him, a superior, and mentor - the only reason you were where you are. “And what am I supposed to tell them?” You nodded over to the pool table you came from.

“Make somethin’ up. Or don’t say anythin’ at all.”

He abandoned you at the table and walked to the bartender. As he pulled out his wallet, you watched in worry, knowing you had fucked up. You weren’t just going to leave without saying goodbye. You downed the little remaining bourbon in his glass with a wince before standing to tell Soap and Gaz you were leaving. Some bullshit reason and apology that you yourself could barely understand, your mind being everywhere else in that moment. Ghost paid cash for the drinks the three of you had racked up, plus some more for the boys to have a good rest of their night. He shoved his wallet in his back pocket and met you at the door without as little as a nod to the others.

“We’re stayin’ at the hotel across the street. You got a problem with that, Sergeant?”

He spoke to you like you were a little kid. You shook your head, and followed him out the door when he muttered a quick ‘good’ and nothing more.

The walk to the hotel was dead silent, and the ride up to the room was ten-times worse. You disrespected your Lieutenant, and while you couldn’t tell if you were actually in the wrong, or if everything was being blown out of proportion, the consequences would remain the same, whatever they may be.

The elevator dinged, doors opening up to the modern suite that the Captain had rented for the Lieutenant. The Sergeants never got rooms nearly as luxurious, on the rare occasion of being stuck in a different city for the night. Ghost’s palm landed on the small of your back, walking you both into the room as you gawked at the tall ceiling and fully glass walls looking down on the city. You stopped in your tracks to admire the view, though Ghost’s form passing you quickly snapped you back to reality. He began taking his jacket off when you finally broke the silence.

“…I’m sorry, Sir-”

“You disrespected a direct order.”

He tossed his jacket over the back of a chair, along with his wallet onto the table that went with it. He could barely face you, now unhooking his gun holster from his belt.

“I didn’t think you were serious.” Your voice was minuscule compared to his, but still held on to some confidence.

“‘Course I’m bloody serious, _____.” He brought his handgun down onto the table harshly, noise lining up with the peak incline of volume in his words.

Your name through his teeth struck your heart like a dagger, never sounding dirtier. He walked closer to you, watching his space.

“You think I wan’ t’watch another man touch you? Let alone Soap? And you fuckin’ let him?” he pried, allowing his tone and the likely apologetic answers in your mind to lecture you for him. “Bloody hell, _____, you’re testing me.”

“I said I was sorry, alright? It won’t happen again.”

He scoffs, turning away and back to his stuff on the table. He wouldn’t let up. “Bet it fuckin’ will.”

His words replayed in your mind. ‘Another man’? As opposed to who, himself? And his demeanor the entire night, practically screaming at you to focus. You relaxed in your stance, your next words coming off a little too straightforward.

“You’re jealous.”

“What?” he snapped, trekking towards you in an instant. For a man who appeared as unbothered as himself, he tended to pace quite a bit when he was angry. He halted once you were faced with his chest, dark squinted eyes set on your devilish ones.

“You don’t want ‘another man’s’ hands on me, you just said.” You pried, and pried back, trying to get a reaction. “That’s why you’re doing all this?”

He stayed silent. You took a risk and snaked your hands to the sides of his waist, tugging at the fabric and looking up at him.

“It’s called jealousy, Sir.”

“M’not jealous…trying t’teach you a goddamn lesson.” He lied; he was all sorts of jealous, and possessive with you, but he’d never admit it to you or himself. He stared down at you, dumbified by your actions.

“So you don’t like me?”

“I don’t appreciate it when you act like anyone knows you better than me.”

“Well, you know me best,” your hands trailed up his chest, to the base of his neck, where the fabric of his balaclava ended. “Wouldn’t’ve brought me to your room otherwise.” His skin was on fire under yours, and his mind abandoned all sense of reasoning once you called him out. “…But I barely know you.”

“You’re really goin’ to make me do this?”

“If it’s what you want.”

He let out a frustrated sigh, giving it some time. His choice was obvious—not even close to needing any deliberation—but he relished in the sight of you biting down on your lip, heels rolling back and legs flexing in anticipation.

“Oughta be the death of me, Kid… Take it off.”

He shocked you with his sudden leniency, while his voice did remain the same amount of gruffness and authority.

You tilted your head, “Really?”

“If it’ll help you sleep at night. Don’t make me regret it.”

With a smile, you slipped your fingers under the fabric and dragged it up his neck. Gently pulling it over his jaw, unveiling his dark stubble and pinkish lips. His eyes stayed on yours as you scanned every detail on the lower section of his face. The end reached his nose and you folded the fabric over the bridge of it when he suddenly grasped your wrist with his gloved hand and muttered a breathy ‘stop’. He didn’t give you much time to think before he was leaning down, pulling you in with his other palm on the nape of your neck. He kissed you deeply, and you moaned on his tongue out of stupefaction. You couldn’t say exactly how long you two stood like that, drunk on the released tension and few sips of alcohol from earlier. You pulled away, and your eyes met.

“Thought you were going to let me take it all the way off, Sir.”

“Always been a greedy girl,” he dragged, before drawing you into another kiss, much hungrier than the previous. He began to walk you back towards the bed, and you trusted his path and blindly went with it. You giggled, stumbling over your feet and, consequently, words.

“Can’t help it. Wanna see all of you,” you smiled.

The backs of your knees hit the mattress, and he pushed both hands lightly on your shoulders to get you to sit down. He got on one knee in front of you, and you swooned over the view.

“Go on.”

His words were simple, but you grinned dumbly at them. You reached your fingers out and slipped them under the fabric of his balaclava once again to pull it all the way off, discarding it to the mattress beside you. You’ve seen him without it a few times throughout the years, but his strikingly good looks always took you aback. Short hair that matched his beard in color, and the bump on the bridge of his nose. Dark circles under his eyes he usually had covered with the black greasepaint of Ghost’s look, a half-inch, horizontal scar right in the middle of his eyebrow that complimented the one on the opposite cheek. You’d never gotten to examine his face this close-up, so you couldn’t help but stare. You pulled him back up for one more kiss before he was back to his knees.

He untied your boots for you, throwing them to the side before he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your cargoes and harshly pulled them off from under you. You gasped at the cold air hitting your thighs, mostly in pleasure from his uncaringness for the formalities, and roughness with your plush body. You could even consider it desperation, manhandling you like you were not but a feather in his grasp, still, more valuable than any prized possession a man could own. He soaked in every inch of your skin he uncovered before you were only left in your panties, black, and laced as if you wore them for him, and the long sleeve, wooly shirt that matched his, and he absolutely reveled in the sight of you.

He really shouldn’t be doing this; you’re still young, and his responsibility, and he’s your superior - it’s wrong, written out in every language. Even a blind dog could see it. But he needed it. He needed you, so bad, he couldn’t even recognize himself in his thoughts. And you were just so fucking pretty, and witty and smart, a perfect soldier. He’d end up dead if he were to ignore it any longer.

He rolled up his sleeves before pulling you closer to the edge of the bed, simultaneously lifting your legs to hook over his shoulders. Your stomach was lit aflame, sweet butterflies and lively, strident sparks on burned wicks fighting for dominance. The eye contact this man held, you swore you would be a giggling puddle on the ground if it weren’t for your profession; still, it showed through in your blinding smile, painfully obvious, and it struck him with something he could only describe as a longing infatuation, so incredibly uncharacteristic of him it almost made him sick.

His beard against the bare skin of your thighs already had you squirming under his hold, and his bourbon-tainted breath only made it worse when he spoke.

“Such a pretty, little cunt of yours, Love.” He looked you in the eyes, “Are you gon’to let me taste it?” he hummed, and you leaned back on your elbows. His dirty words sounded native on his tongue, in that gruff, Manchester accent of his, the same one that had you dizzy when he was barking commands over the comms device in your ear.

You couldn’t have been more attracted to him than you were at that moment. You always admired his maturity, the experience he had over you, so you could only learn from the best. His strength and confidence in the field had you head over heels, and seeing it carried over to the bedroom, his prioritization and utter devotion to you, was a sight for the history books. While he saw his age as a flaw, you knew he’d be the only one to treat you right, and you wanted nothing more than for it to be mutual.

“Please, Sir.”

“Please, what?”

“Just- eat me out, please,” you whined. “Taste me.”

His lips pulled tight and curved at one corner. “Atta girl.”

He left messy kisses all up and down your inner thighs that encased his head, some leaving behind marks that would be there the next morning, as a reminder. His heavy palms, cold against your natural warmth and with bruised knuckles, massaged at the plush fat of your hips and below, and he finally landed his lips on your soaked-through panties.

You gasped at the first contact of his mouth with your clothed cunt, followed by the sweet moans and swears spilling from your swollen lips and slack jaw from the feeling of his rough tongue and the heat of his mouth painfully close to your center. The bump of his nose relentlessly teased your clit, and after one-too-many pleas from your breath, he wasted no time in slipping your panties down your legs and to the floor next to him, and shoving his tongue where you needed him the most. You watched on with dazed eyes, utterly drunk on the sight, while his couldn’t decide on what to focus on, your pretty sex-face or the messy cunt in front of him, wanting both engraved in his mind forever.

You tasted better than what would be described as heaven, and he could be like this for hours if he wasn’t so badly off, further straining his jeans with every noise you made, every second his eyes were on you. He had to take care of you first, warm you up for his taking, because he actually cared.

His tongue worked at your core like any task given to him; effective and efficient, and with the same rigorous aptitude he carried through the most important parts of life. You came apart under his mouth and grasp, the air filled with a mix of your pointless begging and sweet praises as to how well he made you feel, along with his occasional groans and hums from your taste and attempted grinding in search of more. He fed you everything you needed, but you couldn’t help but want more. More of him, his touch, the feel of being his.

As if he could read you, he granted your wish by bringing a hand to your cunt, and he slid two of his fingers in you without warning, maximizing your pleasure and overwhelming your every sense. Unable to hold yourself up anymore, you fully leaned back on the mattress, hands coming up to your chest to grope yourself through and under the fabric of your shirt. A heavy, tattooed arm on your lower belly weighed you down as you fought to arch your back, to find more within his mouth, cum faster, anything, as his two fingers slid in and out of your tight cunt, matching the pace of his tongue.

“You think any’ve those mutts could do this to you?” he mumbled, about the soldiers back at the bar, vibrations of his voice having you feeling more depraved than ever.

“No. Never,” you panted. “Only you, Sir. It’s only you- shit…I’m your girl.”

Your hand flew to the back of his head, the other finding his on your belly. He laced his fingers with yours, squeezing tight as those beautiful, soft moans spilled from your lips, uncontrollable and needy.

“That’s right, Love…you’re mine, and I’ll be yours here soon enough…just cum on my fingers for me, yeah? Can you do that, Sweetheart?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, nodding an “mhm” as you rolled your head back against the mattress, attempting to find solace with the pressure in your head growing stronger by the minute. With labored breathing speeding up, the thick rope in your lower belly finally tore, and you came hard on his fingers like he asked you to, pleasure intensified by the heavy weight of his hand on your gut. Your nails clawed at the nape of his neck, the pain combined with the warmth of your cunt pulling guttural moans from his throat as he helped you through your high. You whined when his tongue left you, a smug look on his face you couldn’t even see, and again when he pulled his fingers from your cunt, humming in satisfaction.

“Look at that, Love.” He stood from his position on the ground, eyes scanning over your body, height towering over your form. “Fuckin brilliant. You want t’taste yourself?”

You sat up and leaned back on your palms with straight elbows, a wave of dizziness hitting you despite your leniency as you moved, and you nodded, with big eyes and a fucked-out expression from just his fingers and tongue alone.

He brought his soaked hand to your face and shoved the digits between your lips. You opened graciously for him, and he pressed the pads of his fingers down against your tongue, your lips tightening around him. You moaned around him at the tangy taste of your messy arousal, and the overbearing space just his fingers took up in your mouth.

“You like it?” he asked, almost mocking you. He pulled them out of your mouth once your tongue had sufficiently cleaned them, and a short-lived string of your drool followed.

You stood from the edge of the bed, a stupidly-bright smile on your lips. “Mhm. And I like you.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Your fists locked onto the front of his sweater, leaning into his frame and spinning him one-eighty.

“How much?”

“Can I show you?”

You pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed, and he more than complied.

“You may.”

You gave him a sweet grin and climbed onto his lap, thighs encasing his much larger ones as best you could. His palms immediately found your waist, and he hummed. You littered his face and jaw with kisses as you reached for the bottom of his sweater, pulling it up and over his head and discarding it to the floor, leaving him shirtless and you speechless. Broad shoulders and frame built of muscle naturally obtained through his line of work, scars ranging from all sizes and causes scattered across his torso. Abs still prominent even when slightly slouched and not flexing, and the squishy pectorals you knew you’d be falling asleep on tonight, wrapped in the blanket of his big arms.

You engulfed each other in another kiss—deep, sensual, and downright desperate—as your hands trailed down his neck and chest, finding the buckle of his belt and pulling the leather apart. The sounds of metal clashing together rang heavily in your ears, and his breathing was jagged. You eagerly undid his jeans and finally pulled his boxers down far enough to pull out his hard cock, shamelessly gawking at the size. His desperation showed through his sighs and strengthened grip on your waist as you wrapped your smaller fingers around his thickness, his brows knitting together and eyes prying shut at the limited touch. You swiped your thumb over the wet, swollen tip of him, and he just about lost it right there, grumbling a quiet swear and tensing his shoulders.

A distraction, or his downfall, he curled his fingers under the hem of your sweater. He asked with his eyes, and you answered by raising your arms and letting him take it off, his cock falling against his stomach. You sat perched on his lap, in nothing but your bra, and for once, taller than him. His lips connected with the flat area of your chest above your breasts as you held the back of his head, and he looked up through his eyebrows. He didn’t have to ask for you to reach behind yourself and undo your bra, and it fell and you pulled it to the side, allowing it to join the shirts on the floor. His mouth was immediately on your sensitive bud and after a moment, the other, and you felt the phantom of cool liquid pour down your back once the cold air of the room made contact with where his hot mouth was. You held him close, something of a motherly instinct washing over you for this behemoth of a man, dominating killer and all suddenly gone. You had Simon Riley, rather than the Ghost you were familiar with.

You took his cock in your hand and raised your hips, sinking onto him, letting him feel you in full, pulling a long and loud moan from each of you. You adjusted to his size for a moment, catching your breath, and he latched his lips onto your neck when you started to move, marking you as his. The stretch burned wonderfully; you had never had anyone even close to his size, and your belly fluttered fiercely because you knew he could tell.

You rode him sweetly, like you were the one taking care of him this time - the insatiable feeling of being on top of a man of his making, the same man you’ve seen snap bones and necks like they were twigs, ruthlessly torture an unfortunate accomplice with no complaint, and end the lives of helpless soldiers of the opposition with no remorse. Nothing could beat looking down at his agape lips and furrowed brows, twisted in the pleasure that only you were giving him; you relished in the explicitly nurturing power, and you’d do it til the day you dropped, if he would allow you.

He consumed every inch of you with his eyes and hands what his lips couldn’t reach, enthralled by your entire being, on him, with him, after knowing you for so long. He wondered if you’ve wanted this for as long as he did, and for a moment, he had completely forgotten about his responsibilities, his soul focused entirely on you, and your needs only. Those needs of yours, being to fulfill his, and just finally be his.

You took his right wrist in your hands, dragging it up your waist and chest, and brought it to your neck. He rested his calloused fingers on your skin, loosely wrapped just under your jaw, and you urged him to be harsher, to squeeze. A craving look in your eyes, virtually screaming at him, ‘go on, punish me.’

punish me for misbehaving at the bar, disrespecting your wishes even if they were unfair and selfish. punish me for not seeing it earlier, for thinking anyone else could have me in any way. show me whose girl I am, and will always be.

He would never turn you down, nor would he deny that he wanted it just as much, despite the gut feeling of guilt clawing at him through skin and muscle. He tightened his grip, feeling the throaty vibrations of your moans amongst the pads of his fingers, and you smiled with the small victory over him.

“Fuckin Christ, Sweetheart. You enjoyin’ this?” he taunted, panted, almost, and you saw right through his words; he enjoyed it, too, supported by his flexing muscles, labored breathing, and willingness to comply with the dynamic in the first place. You nodded feverishly, whimpering under his weakening gaze.

The sight had him crumbling; his hand dwarfing your neck, rough skin and veins and all, having yours appear to be the silkiest, most fragile object one could lay their hands on. While he wouldn’t, he could, so easily squeeze tighter, strip you completely of your breath and blood flow, crush you, and the idea had him lightheaded, hungrier, and you squirming around him. Needy, and desperate to redeem yourself.

He wanted to gain his control back, be the strong mentor you always knew him to be, the one to never give a second thought to his actions, think too long or get attached, compromised. But by God, did it feel good to let you take him, take care of him, and the needs he tried so hard to suppress. Deep whimpers faltered in his throat, unruly in their attempted and, only partially failed, escape.

“This is what you wanted, right, Sir?” you nearly pouted, small hands doing their best in grasping onto and clawing at the thick arm that led to your throat. You felt your thighs becoming weaker, shaking as you tried your best to keep going, make him proud. “Make sure I’m yours for good? Fuck some sense into me I needed so bad? ‘Cause it’s working…I’ll be yours for however long you’ll have me, Sir,” you devoted, eyes big and innocent.

“Fuckin hell, Darling,” was all he could muster up, stuttering slightly as your cunt took him so well, squeezing vigorously in addition to your already there tightness.

With his hand at the base of your throat, his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, continuing to aid you in riding his heavy cock, back and forth with the lazy raising of your hips a mere inch or two from his lap. He brought you down and his lips engulfed your swollen ones, tongue bullying yours as the hand on your neck kept you in place to his liking. Rougher, meaner than before. Ravenous, desirous and aching, and you fed into his craving like the good girl you were, wanting nothing more but to please him.

He pulled away to rest his forehead on your shoulder, eyes glued shut and hot breaths fanning your skin as he could no longer control the groans emitting from deep in his throat. You were so good, your small body on top of him, riding him, and he knew he wouldn’t be lasting much longer.

He twisted his body, and yours with his, held tight to his chest, and he laid you down on the bed, pushing you further up and situating himself above you; like you were not but a featherweight toy, made to be molded into any position of his liking. He hungrily slid his cock back in your cunt with a groan, you a moaning mess, and he buried his head in the crook of your neck, hot breath having you struggling and failing to keep still. Your hands found his back, nails digging into the skin encapsulating pure muscle, moans amplified with the new angle at which he was rutting into you. His hand had abandoned your throat to grope at your breast, momentarily pinching the painfully sore bud between his rough fingertips.

Your moans became more unraveled by the second, blindly nearing your second high of the night as he continued to hit the deepest point in your womb, the friction of the stretch of his cock and pelvis against your cunt driving you up the wall in ways you never had experienced before. The tightening of your cunt around him, combined with the dragging of your nails down and between the blades of his shoulders, had him seeing galaxies, with you at the center of each of them. He twitched inside you, leaving you drunk on him, and him only.

“Cum inside me, please, Baby- whatever you do, don’t stop. Please, wanna feel you,” you whined, and he raised his head slightly to look you in the eyes, hips slowing.

‘Baby,’ you had called him, unintentional but undoubtedly sounding right in your voice, and it sealed the case of your dynamic, future and present. He was so used to Sir, Lieutenant, Ghost…he’d forgotten what it was like to be addressed as an actual person - a lover, with whatever names you would assign him. And to let him cum inside you? He would’ve never imagined it, actually being able to claim you as his own, or allowing himself to do something so risky. Funny, considering his job.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, just trust me, Baby- fuck, m’so close!”

“Fuck- call me that again, Love,” he unwinded, damn-near begged. He resumed his pace, wanting nothing more than to please you, gut feeling dizzier than ever.

say it again, please, say it again. i’m yours, i’m your baby- christ, how the fuck are you doing this to me?

You smiled at the request; the older man, stronger than the meanest bull on riding day, wants to be babied by his junior. Simon Riley — possessive and deadly, was actually a man who wanted nothing more but to be held, be had, by the willing girl he knew so well.

You would’ve started much earlier if you knew.

“Of course, Baby, making me feel so good,” you said through shaky moans, and he groaned against your shoulder, movements becoming sloppier. “Gonna make me,” you choked, “…cum on your cock, Sir…and I want you to cum with me, please? Give me everything you have, Baby- fuck!, you’re so good for me.”

Your hands moved to cradle his head as you spoke, his groans uncontrolled against your soft skin, almost whimpering, and your whines erratic as he hastily rutted into you with shambolic thrusts, refusing to cease. The zipper of his jeans grinding against your inner thighs drew to you pain, but you couldn’t be bothered whatsoever, so consumed with him, and reaching both of your highs, and nothing more - you’d be lying if you said a part of you wasn't enjoying the pain, and wanted more, as long as he was at the other end to deliver. He mumbled incoherently in your ear, back muscles flexing and his cock twitching inside you every time you squeezed around him, until the coil in your stomach finally snapped, washing over and you came quickly on his cock with a pornographic moan. His arms and pace weakened, the tightness of your overworked cunt and voice sending him spiraling into his own high of the night, and he spilled his warm cum deep in your pussy, there to stay. Nails clawing down the sides of his torso only making it all the more pleasurable, shown through the choked moan directly against your ear, having your entire body shivering under him. It all hit you without a moment to think, leaving you both winded, catching your breath, actually smiling, as he could barely hold himself up on his forearms above you.

He kissed from behind your ear and down to your collarbone, soothing each of the red, swollen marks he peppered your skin with. You giggled lightly when his lips grazed the most sensitive parts between your shoulder and jaw, arms coming up to wrap around his neck. He swore if a laugh, or face, could save lives, prevent bloodshed, it’d be yours.

“Can we stay like this for a bit?” you asked, almost in a whisper for the close proximity.

He muttered back, “I’d crush you if I let my arms up.”

“Wouldn’t be such a bad way to go,” you joked. His heart swelled, uncomfortably, and somewhat painfully.

He adjusted to his knees and pulled his cock from your cunt, the loss of his size making you whine into the sex-filled air, and he groaned lightly. The sight of his hot cum spilling to your thighs already had him hard again, and he fought his desires for another round with the sense that you both needed to rest. After a moment, he shoved his cock back in his boxers and zipped his jeans, standing from the bed.

You, too, sat up, bringing your legs together as you leaned on your elbows, shivering with his cum seeping out and staining your thighs. “Will you at least lay with me?”

Oddly, your words struck him like a dagger; something he hadn’t prepared himself for, both the concept and the impact of it.

“Need t’check on the boys at the bar.” He reached for his sweater on the floor, and you frowned. “Y’know what happened last time I left them to make it home on their own.”

You smiled as you recounted the memory; the drive to the police station and back, the relentless teasing and cleaning duties that followed as they clung to their foreheads in hopes of relieving the nasty hangover they endured.

“They’re grown men, Sir. I’m sure they can handle crossing the street and finding their rooms on a few pints,” you quipped.

He spun his sweater in his hands, and you could tell that, deep down, he didn’t want to leave in the first place.

“...I suppose you’re right,” he admitted, ditching the sweater once more.

You smiled giddily as you watched him return to the bed, around the side you were closest to. “I am about a lot of things.”

He got on the bed, slotting himself on his knees in front of yours. His hands on your knees, pushing them apart, just a bit. “Don’t get cocky, little girl.”

“I learned from the -mph- best-! Fuck, Simon!” Your sentence is strangled by your giggles when his fingers are suddenly between your upper thighs, unapologetically teasing your sensitive nerves as he collected his cum on the tips of his middle and ring fingers.

He brought them up as he taunted, “Is that right?” and he shoved his two fingers in your mouth without warning, watching your body jolt and eyes light up in shock. He quite enjoyed the view of you taking in his fingers, a little too much. “Where’s all that bite gone now, Darling?”

You savored the taste of him, paying no heed to his jeering, and instead your doe eyes returned a bashful, surprised look as you moaned audaciously around his thick fingers.

He pulled them from your lips with a pop, smirking at the expression on your face. he’s so pretty when he’s happy.

“You’re an asshole,” you laughed, failing to keep yourself in a serious, scornful manner.

“Is that any way to talk to your superior?” he jokingly ridiculed, and you rolled your eyes. An assertive hand on your jaw pulled you in for a gentle kiss, plump and pinkened lips meeting his.

“Is it protocol to fuck your Sergeant whenever you’re feeling a bit jealous?”

“Only when she doesn’t listen.”

He moved to be next to you, and you naturally gravitated to half-laying on him, head on his shoulder and a palm flat on his chest as he wrapped an arm around you. Softly, as to not break you, or himself, despite you holding him so tightly, trying to be as close to him as you possibly could without actually cracking open his ribs and crawling inside.

“Maybe I should do it more often, then.”

He scoffed. “You’re annoying, y’know that?”

“Yeah, well. You’d hate me if I wasn’t. You like the challenge.”

“That’s true.”

You’d settle for listening to his breathing, and him the same for you, attempting to not think about what was to come next, and instead actually be in the moment, and what just was. An impossible feat, of course, but it wouldn’t change what had happened. And neither of you would want to, ever.

His eyes landed on the balaclava at the corner of the foot-end of the bed, flat and straight and almost like it was placed with the intent to taunt him. Remind him of what he had abandoned, to be with his Sergeant. His Sergeant, who was far too young, and naive for him. His Sergeant, who, unrealistically, wanted him just as bad as he wanted her.

#cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley x female reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut

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ikarakie · 1 year

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what if they won? what if steve was trying to get the injured eddie out of the upside down as the gates were sewing themselves back up again? what if he knew that not everyone could get out safely, so he sends robin and nancy through. then he sends them eddie and hoists dustin after him and by the time everyone else is through, he knows there's no time.

dustin screams. he curses him out and sobs as the gate closes between them. steve promises it'll be fine, just take care of eddie, he'll be fine, but they both know he can't know that. robin looks so betrayed, so heartbroken, he can't bear to meet her eyes. just looks to the floor and tries to tune out their pleads until the gate's shut for good and he's all alone.

maybe he hadn't really thought it through. just figured his chances were better on this side than trying to squeeze through an actively closing gate and possibly being torn in half between worlds. decided that, out of all of them, he was the one who deserved to go back the least. they all had families that actually cared, that were waiting for them. they had each other, and soon enough they'd forget about him. it was all for the best.

but it still hurt. he still sat in the upside down version of eddie's trailer and wept. wished to tell dustin he loved him like a little brother, wished to kiss robin on her head one more time, wished to know if max was okay, wished that he and eddie could've become real, proper friends.

wished to know if there was something else eddie had wanted to tell him before they split off. if he'd misread things, especially after he'd pushed so hard for him and nancy to get back together. but none of that mattered anymore, because he was stuck here now.

after a few hours of crying and wallowing he gets his ass up and decides he's gonna at least try to survive for a while. he decides to stay in eddie's trailer. doesn't feel like he could make it to his own house, and doesn't even think he wants to. though he does trek to the nearest convenience store (and cries there, too, because he remembers bringing max and the kids here for snacks so many times). picks up whatever non-perishable food he can carry and then holes up.

he thinks of little will byers. cries some more, for him. so small, all alone in this place. how strong he was, how he was braver than steve ever would be, even at his young age. thinks he'd like to tell him that, if he ever could.

he's not sure how long passes. maybe days, maybe weeks. not like it's easy to tell how time goes down here. he would say he lost hope, but he never really had any hope to lose. he never intended for anyone to come and get him, made his peace with the fact he'd die here when he watched the ceiling gate close back up again. it's pathetic, how he mopes around and sits in a single spot for days on end. staring at the walls, not moving a muscle.

that's how she finds him. when he hears the door to the trailer jiggle, he just sort of thinks: ah, this is it. something's come for me. wonders if his parents will come to his funeral, if he even gets one.

it slams open. he doesn't even turn his head, doesn't want to know what it is that'll have him. just closes his eyes and waits, listens as it quietly comes towards him. crouches between his legs and- and takes his hands- what-

"steve." he opens his eyes and the floodgates start up again because it's el. her hair's buzzed again, which breaks his heart because he'd been the one to show her how to take care of it when she was growing it out. knew how proud she was of how long it'd gotten. but she's smiling so brightly, like she's won the lottery.

"el?" he asks, and he's shocked at how broken he sounds. "why are you here?"

"i have come to take you home." she says, rather matter of factly, leaving exactly zero room for argument. there's a fierce determination in her eyes, and she squeezes both of his hands.

but it's so dangerous here, he wants to say, you could've gotten hurt. why go through all of that for me?

and maybe she's been hiding mind reading powers from them, because she adds, "everyone misses you. i would have come sooner, but it took a while to get back to hawkins." then, she smiles. "i think they would have found a way even if i didn't, though."

it's like it all hits him at once. they've missed him. they've all been... looking for ways to come get him, this whole time. however long it's been. they didn't just forget about him like he wanted expected. the very idea suddenly seems so silly.

he takes a shaky breath. "well, in that case, let's not keep them waiting, yeah?" she smiles, big and happy, and nods.

part 2

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Tw for hospitals and use of of pain medication, infection, and canonical injuries, brief mention of the AIDS crisis. Ohhhh steddie dating pre S4 au where Robin has now been subjected at work to Steve both striking out spectacularly and flirting like he knows he's getting laid that night. She isn't sure which is worse. (The striking out is worse. She is glad her friend is happy. She's just painfully single and pining away)

The same stuff happens in s4 minus Robin and Eddie pushing Steve and Nancy together romantically (Dustin is trying to push Steve to both Robin or Nancy he's like dude these are girls you like why are you not making a move on them! I want you to be happy!!! And Steve rips his eyes away from Eddie's lips like huh?) But they're still like hey Nancy! It would be nice! If we could be friends maybe! And it's still awkward.

Robin is out here sweating and glaring at Steve and eddie trying to beam thoughts into Eddie's brain in the Upside Down like Eddie please cool it I know it's a stressful situation but stop staring at Steve's tits for five minutes pl-oh giving him your vest??? You think that's going to help? Ok buddy. I'm just going to. Distract Nancy up ahead a little bit while you and Steve chat aaaaand neither of you are listening. Fine.

And it's still a mess. Max and Eddie and Steve end up in the hospital. The ground split open but sealed itself once Steve cut Henry's head off. Everything is over.

Eddie gets discharged first, despite having more bites than Steve, because his didn't have two days to get infected with Upside Down nastiness. So he ends up camped out with Robin at Steve's bedside as he fights the infection with antibiotics (the doctors hope will work), pain meds, and a slight fever.

Which is to say, completely out of it and high as a kite.

So when Dustin visits and Steve is awake, he gets to see a big, goofy grin spread across his best friend's/adoptive older brother's face as he reaches out and says "dusssstyyyy! Cmere. Lemme. Boop you." And yeah, okay, it makes him feel a bit like a baby but Steve is out of it and apparently drugged Steve likes to Boop his younger friends noses. Dustin can accept that. He sighs and leans forward and allows his nose to be booped.

Steve giggles and smiles and pats his head. "Good to see you, man"

Dustin smiles, a bit watery because it's hard to see Steve in the hospital again, and because it was fucking terrifying to watch him nearly drop to the ground after making sure Eddie got treatment, only being caught by Robin. Dustin almost lost three people he loves, and he is so fucking glad they're all alive, if not well.

"yeah, Steve. Good to see you, too. They say when you're allowed to blow this pop stand?"

Steve frons. "No. Still got Upside Down goobies in my guts, 'parently."

Robin sighs. "They said a few more days. Make sure the infection is clear and there's no suspicious side effects."

"yeah. That's what I said, Robin."

Dustin grins, then settles down beside Robin, across from Eddie. He hasn't said anything since Dustin walked in, but was playing with the sleeve of Steve's hospital gown and tracing patterns on his arm. He looks up at Dustin, and offers a small smile.

It's a bit weird, how close he's stuck by Steve this whole time, but Dustin guesses they probably bonded when they got sucked through the watergate, and that Steve saving his life really endeared him to Eddie. He hopes they can be actual, real friends once things settle. Given how much Eddie is at Steve's bedside, he thinks they're well on their way to it.

They all chat for a while, Steve sometimes getting off topic and dreamy, but looking happy even when he isn't quite following what they're all saying. Dustin is pretty sure Steve doesn't have his hearing aids in on top of the drugs, so he isn't really surprised.

His mom eventually bustles into the room, and fusses over Steve. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry. Let me know if we can do anything, I mean anything, to help, okay? I'm sorry I cant visit for longer today, but what with everything happening like this, I -"

"isss okay, Mrs. H...Ma." Steve corrects himself immediately, smiling. Dustin's insides always get a bit squiggly when Steve calls his Ma, Ma. Like they're actual brothers, and she's their mom, and no one could ever argue they're not family for real. What makes it better that it was Ma who insisted Steve call her that since January of '85, as though she knew just how much both Dustin and Steve needed each other like that.

"I'll be by tomorrow, okay, dear? Robin, you and Eddie are alright for tonight? I'll stay tomorrow but today I re-"

"it's fine! Seriously, Mrs. H. Don't worry about us. My parents will force me home tomorrow anyways, but tonight we're good." Robin grips at Steve's ankle, grounding herself. Dustin doesn't think there's been a day when she hasn't been in Steve's room. Doubts if the places were reversed Steve wouldn't have to be dragged out to shower and change clothes. They're so weird, but Dustin is glad Steve has someone older that loves him like Robin does. It makes it easier to not be able to spend all day with him like he wants to.

"okay. Alright." She leans forward and kisses Steve's forehead a few times, brushes some stray hairs out of his face, just like she does when Dustin is sick in bed. "You take care Steve, sweetheart, and make sure you let Robin and Eddie take care of you too." She turns to Dustin. "I'll give you a few minutes to say goodbye and then meet me down at the car, okay?"

Dustin nods, and his mom is out the door. He sighs. "Well. I guess I'd better head out." He gives Steve a hug, a bit awkward from Steve lying down, but it's fine, Steve wraps his arms around Dustin and tries to give him his normal double squeeze, but it's more of a press with his hands than anything. Dustin'll take it. "I'm glad you're getting better Steve. Glad we're all safe."

Steve's smile is soft, gooey in a way that he usually tries to hide. "Glad you're safe, too, man. Love you." Something in his smile sharpens, then. "Unlike some people in this room you actually...listened? When I told you not to be a hero. And didn't nearly almost die."

Eddie groans, dramatic. It seems like a game they're playing with each other more than anything, but it's a game Dustin doesn't know the parameters of, and it's jarring. "C'mon, Steve. I said I was sorry! I wasn't going to let Dustin get hurt."

Steve glares at Eddie, which would be more intimidating if he wasn't scrutching up his nose or propped up by pillows freshly fluffed by one Claudia Henderson. "Which is the reason why you're allowed in here even though you almost died. Dustin is safe, and that's good. But I'd've been so fuckin pissed if you died."

Robin snorts, pats Steve's hand. "Oh, buddy. You'd have been inconsolable."

"yeah. Exactly. it would have fucking sucked, Eddie. So. I'm still mad at you, even though I love you. Probably because I love you."

Which is. Not what Dustin was expecting. Sure, Steve was pretty open about his love. Especially after Starcourt, when he finally seemed to settle into something Dustin thinks of as comfortable with who he is. (Which is, actually, a big softie with a bit of a bitchy mouth) He's told Dustin he loves him before, and he's pretty sure he's told Max too. Steve says he loves Robin all the time, just not romantically even if Dustin doesn't think that's entirely true, but.

This feels different.

It is different, given the way Eddie squeaks a bit and sways towards Steve. "Steve..." He breathes, his eyes big and wet and wide. He swallows. "Steve. Dustin doesn't. He's still here, i--"

Steve's brow furrows. "Yeah? So? Did you not want...oh." something in the blankness that drops over Steve is scary, especially in comparison to how Steve's been open and lax the entire time Dustin's been in the room.

Steve turns his head slightly towards Eddie, ten slightly away, like he doesn't know if he wants to look at him or not. Dustin shuffles his feet, not quite sure what's going on, feeling awkward and wrongfooted. Robin stands, puts her hand on Dustin's shoulder, tries to turn him away and out the door, but Dustin isn't leaving when Steve's face is all stiff and blank like it is.

"steve--" Eddie sounds wrung out, wrecked. What the hell is going on?

Steve sniffs ever so slightly, interrupting Eddie. "You don't have to say it. You don't even have to-uh. To feel it, right now. That's okay. I've done that before. I can wait." Dustin sees a muscle twitch in his jaw. "But if you- if you don't think you can, I need to know now, actually. Because now Dustin knows but he's my brother so that's good and fine but if you don't want to--if you don't think this is gonna, like, be a long-term, tell people important to us kind of thing; if you're realizing that it's been long enough that you should feel that--that way about me but you don't, then I need to know because I don't want you lying about how you feel. I can't do that again. When you say it back I want to be sure you mean-"

"I love you too, Steve! Jesus fuck." Eddie blurts, apparently having had enough of. Well. Everything Steve was saying.

It's dawning on Dustin that maybe when Steve and Eddie said they knew each other they didn't just mean from highschool. That they. Well. Obviously they love each other. Which is....something to consider later because Steve looks like he's about to cry. Because Woah, Dustin has misread a lot between the two of them if they're...like this.

"yeah? You're sure?" He says, wobbly now he isn't rambling.

Eddie's squished himself more into Steve's space. "yes, yeah, of course Steve. Fuck. You met Wayne! I want you in my life, for a long, long time. I don't- I didn't do anything to make you think I didn't, did I?" His voice is a little rough, and little pleading.

Steve shakes his head, grips Eddie's hand in his m, even as Eddie uses it to support himself over top Steve. "No. I just. I know it freaks people out, is all, and I don't want you to freak out, or leave, or think you had to because we've been dating for a few months and I want to say it. It just came out because it's true."

Eddie laughs, leans in reeealy close to Steve. "Honey. It came out because you're high and morphene."

Steve grumbles a bit, but he's smiling too, and knocks their foreheads together. "Yeah. And also because it's true. I love you."

Eddie's eyelids flutter, Dustin can see, as he grins. "And I love you." He says, before closing the distance and kissing Steve squarely on the mouth.

Robin clears her throat. "As...heartwarming and sappy you two are. Dustin has to leave, and probably...has some questions? That he's not going to be a dick about?" She says this as she grips his shoulder tightly, in a way that is definitely a threat.

Dustin nods furiously. Eddie sighs but pushes away from Steve, not before pecking him again, drawing that dopey smile back into Steve's face. "Yeah." He says. "I'll walk you out Henderson."

Dustin waves goodbye to Steve, who seems cheery once again, wiggling his fingers are Dustin and Eddie, before walking out the door behind Eddie.

"so. How long have...has that been a thing?" He asks, as soon as they clear the doorframe.

Eddie huffs, but seems good natured about it. "Few months. December."

"okay." Says Dustin. "Uh. I didn't. I didn't know you...or Steve, I guess...I didn't know you guys were-" he lowers his voice, despite the hallway being surprisingly empty. "Gay."

There's something steely in Eddie's eye when he answers. "We're not. Well-we are, but we both also like women."

Something doesn't sit right about that with Dustin. "But! You just said-"

Eddie holds his hands up, and Dustin shuts his mouth on instinct. "You can like both while just dating one person, Dustin. Just because you like women doesn't mean you're going around with girls who aren't Suzie, right?" He nods. He adores Suzie, can't really imagine looking at any other girl like that because she's just. Amazing. She's his girlfriend and they love each other, and just because girls are pretty great doesn't mean Dustin wants anything other than friendship wi--oh. He sees where Eddie is going.

"right. Yeah. Sorry."

Eddie shrugs. "Steve kinda dropped a bomb in both of us, today"

""isn't it weird though?"

"well...girls and guys are different"

"they are indeed."

"so, if you like girls, why do you like...boys...too?"

"why do you like girls and not boys, Dustin?"

Which is hard to answer because, well. Dustin's never really thought about why he likes girls. He just does. And maybe that's what Eddie means. There's no reason, really. People just...like what they like.

Or there are reasons, because girls are pretty and often smell nice and Suzie looks like a mad scientist when her ponytail gets a little loose after hours of working on a project, her eyes glinting behind her glasses as she giggles and bites her lip, just a little. But that's mostly Suzie. So. He can't really put a finger on why he's only ever had crushes on girls, or why before last summer they've never been as much or as consuming as his love for Suzie. Never been anything like the long days spent together at camp building and creating and blasting ideas off each other, before one day Suzie took his hand and they ended up sneaking away to look at the stars, trying to outdo each other's knowledge about them and slowly being pulled into the other's orbit like binary stars. He's never really wanted to kiss anyone like he wants to kiss Suzie, not even when he had a brief and fleeting crush on Max.

"oh." Is what he says, and feels pretty lame for it.

Eddie shrugs. "You can't really choose who you like." He says before breathing in. "But you do choose who you love, and how you love them."

And. Well. Dustin thinks of his Ma sweeping Steve up into family dinners every other week, and how the party absorbed Max into it as easy as anything, and holding Suzie's hand as they looked up at the stars in dew covered grass feeling like the world starts and ends there, and of Steve and Robin cackling together and having seemingly no personal space or boundaries between them. And of Steve and Eddie, saying I love you for the first time in a hospital room after saving the world.

"That's pretty good." Dustin says, and Eddie smirks at him.

"yeah. Steve said it to me, way back on our second date."

Dustin scoffs. Because he should have known; it's so typically Steve to say something like that. "And you were surprised when he said he loves you?"

Eddie's eyes twinkle in the florescent lights of the hospital. "Nah. Just... it's different being pretty sure, and knowing for sure. I also didn't want him saying something in front of you he'd regret."

He nods. "That's fair. I...don't know how I would've taken it if Steve weren't in the hospital, honestly. Like!" He tries to reassure Eddie "I would have gotten over it, for sure! But if had had sat me ore the party down and talked it out I might've been, like, y'know. Super weird about it. Because. I mean. This talk is good, right? I'm think about things and thinking about how I've only ever really wanted to kiss Suzie, even if I thought about maybe abstractly kissing other people. And how we as humans have all these quirks that let us be human, but different, which enable us as a species to thrive." He heaves a breath. "But. Seeing Steve all loopy and saying it, and then being worried you felt pressure about it, I dunno. It makes sense, I guess. I don't know how you two met or got to know each other, but. I guess it makes sense, how you like each other. And talking to you now. It's helped, I think."

Everything is a bit scrambled in Dustin's brain, the love and the confusion and the worry, because it's setting in that in Hawkins, something like this, for Steve and Eddie, is dangerous. Something that could get them hurt or killed, scorned by the town they've helped save.

His mother always grumbles agrily when ads about how the virus going around is God's punishment for sinners, or how it's cleaning up the streets of unwanted people gays and addicts. She huffs, swears. Says that just because bigots don't consider the people getting sick as wanted or valuable, doesn't mean no one does. That no one deserves to get sick for things they cannot control, or for things they can. A smoker is more likely to get lung cancer, but that doesn't mean they deserve it more than someone who's never seen a cigarette.

Their families will mourn them the same.

They reach the main doors, and Dustin sees his mom has pulled into a pick up lane, blinkers on. He turns to Eddie, and burries his face in his neck.

Eddie takes it in stride, parting his back and giving him a bit of a squeeze. It's not as good a hug as Steve gives, but that bar is only really surpassed by his mom, so it's still a good hug.

"please be careful, Eddie."

"ah," says Eddie, and he pulls back slightly. "We are, man. You're close to both of us and didn't suspect. We know what we're doing."

Dustin raised his eyebrows. Now that he has context, a lot of interactions between Steve and Eddie in the wake of getting them out of the Upside Down seem a lot less friendly.

Eddie chuckles. "Seriously. We are. It was just hard during everything, and, well, we both feel safe around you guys. I think Steve's been gearing up to ask me if we can tell all of you sheepies soon."

"yeah?"

"yeah, bud. Don't worry about us."

"Considering you just got released and Steve is still in the hospital, I think a little worrying over you jackasses is justified."

Eddie smirks. "Fine. A normal and reasonable amount of worrying, then. But no more than that. Now, git! Your ma's waiting on you."

Dustin smiles, "yeah, yeah. I'll see you tomorrow."

"yep. You know where to find me."

He waves again as he hopes into the front seat, and buckles his seatbelt before Ma can ask him to. He smiles at her, and feels oddly...grounded. a mystery has been solved, even if Dustin doesn't have all the pieces, he still has the big picture.

"everything alright, Dusty? Nothing wrong with Steve, is there?" She asks, even as she changes out of park.

"yeah, yeah. Just accidentally stumbled over something saying goodbye, and was worried about them. But everything is fine. Robin and Eddie have Steve handled."

They turn out of the hospital parking lot, heading for home. Ma smiles. It's softer, more indulgent than usual. "Yes. They're good for each other, I think. Compliment one another nicely."

Dustin doesn't bother asking which set she's talking about, thinks maybe they both know.

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Imagine | ProHero!Bakugou x Villain!Reader #2

a/n: I felt like writing some insight to what i meant when i say you and bakugou working together is somehow worse than you two going against each other. Because, yes, its that bad haha.

she/her reader

🌟

Imagine being tangled in wires and each other like cats in yarn, with you strapped to katsu's leg, trying to wiggle yourself free like a dying fish while reading the manual upside down for katsu who is frantically defusing a bomb with only his left hand because his right is stuck to your face.

"Why do we always end up like this?"

"20 years of friendship and i still have no fucking clue."

"Red wire or white?"

"Re- WAIT. WAIT. NO. WHITE."

"FUCK YOU. ARE TRYING TO GET US KILLED."

"BITCH YOU TRY READING FROM THIS ANGLE. NOW FLIP THE PAGE."

*sigh of god's most tortured soul*

"Y/n. I only have one hand free."

"Well good for you. I have none. Now. Flip- OW. OW KATSU MY HAIR. MY HAIRRR"

"STOP FUCKING SQUIRMING. I CAN'T REACH THE DAMN THING FROM HERE."

*3 minutes left on timer*

*incoherent screeching*

☆

Its usually why you rarely have anyone else on comms- because no one can stand you guys' stupid 😭.

"Red, are you hearing this psychopath??"

"Shitty hair, if you take her side I'm going to blast your ass into next thursday-"

"Don't threaten him into admitting you were right! You KNOW you're fucking NOT."

"YES, I FUCKING AM-"

"OH YEAH? LETS PUT IT OUT THERE THEN. SEE WHAT THE PUBLIC THINKS OF THE NUMBER ONE HERO DRINKING HIS COFFEE WITH HOT SAUCE-"

"ITS AN ACQUIRED TASTE-"

"ITS FUCKING DISGUSTING IS WHAT IT IS. RED TELL HIM-"

"..."

*red has left the call*

*pinky has come online*

"...HI GUYS PINKY HERE. Red had to um-"

"Pinky please tell this psycho that hot sauce in coffee is fUCKING-"

"Ohhhh its you two...... Yea, nope :D." *call disconnected*

"HAH."

"THAT WAS NOT A *YES* YOU FUCKING-"

But weirdly no one is ever too worried about you two fucking up on missions. You're both the best in the field. Feral, reckless and a little insane? Sure. But you get the job done.

A cross between lawful evil and chaotic evil.

"Can we just kill him?"

"No."

"...can i just kill him?"

"No."

"You've read the file! I'll be doing the world a favour by offing trash like him."

"This world has laws that you are binded to. And the law said fucking no."

"...please?"

"..."

"How am I supposed to live, laugh, love in this conditions?"

*big sigh*

"Fine. Mess him up. No killing. Death's too good for him."

":D!! I feel like I should be worried about the number one hero's morals but FUCK YEAH! VIOLENCE! >:D"

☆

You're also not against smacking the stupid out of your bestfriend, especially when he gets a little too reckless on the job. Injured or not. It never works but it makes you feel better at least.

"Please stop getting shot. It stresses me out."

"Oh well if you don't fucking like it- PUT THOSE HANDS AWAY I'M INJURED YOU HEARTLESS WENCH-"

☆

Its not just him tho. You're BOTH stupid. It goes both ways. ✨️ b a l a n c e ✨️

"Why are you like this."

"Idk, man. I think its the anxiety."

"The anx- BITCH YOU JUST JUMPED OUT A 12 STOREY BUILDING."

"DON'T YELL AT ME I LITERALLY JUST TOLD YOU I HAVE ANXIETY"

"'I haVe aNxiETy' she says, yeeting herself out the window because the elevator is 'sUS'."

"Small spaces makes me twitchy-"

"AND JUMPING OUT A FUCKING BUILDING DOESN'T??"

"( ; ω ; )"

"Fuck you."

"I deserve that."

"THE FUCK YOU DO-"

☆

I feel like as much as it seems like a bad idea for both parties involved, neither you can help that your work life bleeds into your regular life as well. And you both surprisingly manage it well around each other.

"Have you heard about that new hero??"

"You talking about that air brained newbie?"

"Oh my god, so he WAS dumb! I literally thought you guys were using him as bait!"

"We weren't. He's just fucking stupid."

"I almost felt bad knocking him out :("

"Nah, you're fine. In fact, you should've hit him harder. Maybe give him a concussion or hell a scar as a souvenir. Make sure the lesson fucking sticks."

"You are worryingly condoning of violence for the number one hero, Katsu."

"Bitch, have you met me?"

☆

Another thing that i thing could go awfully wrong is literally planning out your work plans together but you two are just??? So trusting of the other to never double cross you.

"Wait, what? Why the fuck would you do that?"

"Because thats the nearest and fastest exit to the train station. I can cut down on 10 whole minutes and i need that time to catch the train."

"But its the riskiest, you fucking dumbass. Look, you have four other exits WHY would you pick the one you KNOW the heroes would target?"

"Because MATHS SAID-"

"You know what just let me do it-"

"Katsu no-"

☆

You give each gray hairs but you both of you were ready to risk your neck for the other.

"Having you as my bestfriend is like having an emotionally unstable daughter that never listens."

"...but?"

"There's no buts. You give me migraines."

":("

Yeah. You love each other.

🌟

a/n: hehe

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #oliwrites

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The Escape Plan

author note: back by popular demand (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ i swear, when light fae reader and Malleus are together, they actually have negative amount of brain cells. Also, extremely indulgent but necessary Diasomnia family moment, featuring little Silver and Sebek (*≧ω≦*) so far most of my stories have taken place either at NRC or just before they attend, so this was a nice change of pace.

characters: Malleus Draconia x F!Light Fae Reader

Left. Left. Straight. Right. Down the stairs. Straight. Right... And dead end.

You grumbled in frustration as you scribbled down the failed route for the umpteenth time in your journal. You pouted up at the cold stone wall, as if it would feel your ire and open a path up for you out of shame. You flipped back through the pages of your journal, your pout only intensifying as you saw your scribbles over your past failed attempts to escape this place.

You had been residing in Briar Castle ever since the odd fae with the horns had whisked you away here. Not through choice, of course. Every free moment you had, you’d been trying to find a route out of this castle and back to your cottage. Being entirely unaware of your location and surroundings, you couldn’t take the easy way out and simply teleport home. But that wouldn’t stop you, you’d walk all the way home if you had to!

Your arrival in Briar Valley had caused quite a scene. It appeared that many of these fae felt the same way as the horned one, that because you were a light fae, you needed to be protected. Your protests fell on deaf ears, and the Queen had decreed that you could stay in this place until they discovered your origins. You’ve never regretted a sarcastic comment more in your life, with the mess it’s gotten you into. It also didn’t help that the horned one turned out to be the Crown Prince of this kingdom.

You huffed at the thought as you begun retracing your steps, flipping through the pages of your journal, one you’d started since you arrived here. It contained every route you’d attempted to try to leave the castle, as well as thoughts you’d jotted down and little sketches of castle scenery that had stuck with you. One particular page, towards the front of the journal, contained sketches of several faces with notes framed next to each one. You hummed, looking over the information, wondering if you had anything new to add. Maybe making the horned ones sketch look more unsavoury would satisfy you...

“Is that supposed to be me?”

You almost jumped straight out of your skin, slamming your journal shut with a sharp slap of the pages before looking around in alarm. Of course, you should have known. Hanging upside down from the rafters with a devilish smile on his face was the horned one’s caretaker, Lilia. You put your hands on your hips and glared at him unabashed, “get down from there! You’re too long for such behaviours, what would your son think?”

Lilia’s ruby eyes glittered, any mention of his son always bringing a fond shine to his otherwise sharp eyes. “He quite likes it, actually,” Lilia commented as he swooped down from the rafters, falling easily in step with you, “how is the escape going?”

You huffed and stuck your nose in the air, he knew exactly how it was going! “None of your business.” You replied curtly, although your growing pout undermined your position. Lilia only laughed at your disposition, before holding out an arm to stop you, “Well, are you done pathfinding for the day? I’ve come to collect you for dinner.”

You froze, giving Lilia a wary look, “dinner with you? I don’t quite feel like taking my life in my own hands tonight.” Lilia’s grin only widened at your words, holding his arm out to you with a dramatic flourish for you to take, “unfortunately, I am not in charge of the food for tonight. Besides, we’ve got some little guests who’d be delighted to see you.”

Well, when he puts it like that...

You sighed, “well, I suppose...” You tucked your hand into his arm and before you knew it, he’d teleported you both to a different part of the castle. The room you appeared in was smaller than most of the rooms you had dined in previously, more of an intimate setting. A cozy room, mostly dominated with a table that held five place settings, and a crackling fireplace adding a warm glow to the area.

You let go of Lilia’s arm once you orientated yourself, and he strode forward with a sigh. “Now where has Malleus gone? I told him to wait here. Searching for you two in this castle is aging me, you know,” Lilia complained, but with no bite to his words, “you wait here, my dear. Hopefully this won’t take long...” With that, he strode out of the room without even a glance back.

You sighed, deciding to take a seat at the table whilst you waited. You flipped open your journal again, finding the profiles page again and wondering if you should add Lilia’s apparent rapid aging into the notes. You didn’t have much time to ponder it, however, as the sound of little footsteps running down the corridor met your ears, before the door burst open.

“F/N!”

A small boy with fluffy silver hair made a beeline as soon as he saw you, and you couldn’t resist the urge to pull the boy into your lap, giving him a soft squeeze, “hello Silver. My, you’ve grown again, haven’t you?” You smoothed down some of his unruly locks from his run here, which proved fruitless when he nodded his head proudly at your words.

“I’ve grown 6 whole centimetres since I saw you last!” Silver informed you excitedly, and you exclaimed at his words. Humans really did grow as quickly as Lilia had described. “Wow, you’ll be taller than me soon.” Silver seemed encouraged by your words, flexing his little arms as if he was trying to show off his strength, “I can protect you better if I am bigger!”

How sweet. You ruffled his hair at his words, ruining your own previous handiwork but not really caring. You opened your mouth to respond, only to be interrupted by a disruption in the corridor.

“SILVER!!”

Both you and Silver exchanged a wide eyed look, fully aware of what was about to come bursting through that door.

“SILVER, HOW DARE YOU RUN--” The lime green boy came bursting through the door, his booming voice doing more than enough to announce his presence. However, clearly he was not expecting you, as his jaw immediately dropped when he laid eyes on you, pink beginning to dust his cheeks. Nevertheless, ever adaptable, Sebek balled his hands into fists and projected his embarrassment right at Silver instead.

“SILVER! HOW DARE YOU CLIMB UPON PRINCESS F/N! CEASE AT ONCE!”

The little green haired boy always brought a smile to your face, acting and speaking like an adult even though he was practically considered still in his infancy in fae eyes.

“Now, now Sebek, none of that. I told you just to call me F/N,” you scolded gently, before gesturing him over. Sebek approached almost meekly, and you scooped him up onto your lap next to Silver once he got close enough, watching as the pink on his cheeks bloomed into a fiery red, his hands fisting into his lap.

You curled your arms around both of the boys, resting your chin on Sebek’s head as you listened to him announce that he had grown 8 centimetres since you’d last seen him, and how he was definitely excelling in his training with Master Lilia. You exclaimed in acknowledgment and Sebek preened at the praise, holding his head up high and almost knocking you in the process. Soon, both Silver and Sebek were clamouring to tell you their achievements, beginning to bicker with each other in the process.

“Ah good! You’re all here! No more people to find.”

You looked up to see Lilia marching back into the room, with Malleus trailing behind him, wearing a pleased smile. You couldn’t help but narrow your eyes a little, always feeling a certain kind of bitterness whenever you saw Malleus. You didn’t have long to dwell on it, however, as you almost found yourself elbowed by a very excited Sebek.

“WAKA-SAMA!!”

Sebek squirmed himself off of your lap to rush forward and attempt to prostrate himself before Malleus, Silver clinging onto you during the ruckus to make sure he wasn’t sent flying. Sebek was stopped by a firm hand from Lilia on his shoulder, “Come on Sebek, dinner is waiting. It’ll spoil if we loiter any longer. To your seats, the both of you.” Silver reluctantly slid off of your lap to take a seat at the opposite side of the table along with Sebek, who had his hair ruffled by Malleus as he passed. You expected Malleus to take the seat at the head of the table, but instead he approached the seat beside you and slid into it. Lilia tittered at the sight, as he made his move to the only free chair, “how kind of you to offer me the head chair, Malleus.”

You scowled at that, and that only caused Lilia to laugh some more, as the first course materialised in front of you all. Silence fell around the table, only the clanking of cutlery against plates.

“So,” Lilia started, with a smile that promised chaos blooming across his lips, “how are your escape attempts going, F/N? You never did say.” You shot him another glare, knowing exactly what he was trying to achieve and of course he was successful in it with the pandemonium that erupted around the table.

“You’re trying to escape?” Asked Malleus, his eyes widened in shock at this revelation, whilst Silver and Sebek sounded their own complaints across the table. “It’s true, she has it written all in her journal.” Lilia continued, and you quickly snatched your journal off of the table, sitting on top of it to keep it out of anyone’s reach. You ignored Malleus, leaning forward and offering a placating smile to the children, “Lilia is just teasing. I enjoy exploring the castle, is all.”

“I see...” Malleus hummed, before nodding, “then I shall take you on a tour of the castle.”

“What a lovely idea, Malleus!” Lilia cut in before you could turn him down, that same chaotic smile on his lips, “why not after dinner? It would be good exercise after a meal.” Before you know it, you found yourself signed up to an evening tour with Malleus, and could only glower at a smug Lilia in return.

After dinner, Lilia used the convenient excuse of taking the children home and to bed to escape before you could protest, although it took him some effort to get Sebek to follow along, who was insistent on coming along for Malleus’ castle tour. You sent both Silver and Sebek home with a kiss to the forehead, the latter’s cheeks blooming pink again and offering you an amusingly formal salute before his departure. Sooner than you would have liked, you were alone with Malleus. With no children around, you openly scowled at him, crossing your arms.

“You have some nerve! Offering me a tour of the castle when you’ve been avoiding me this whole time!” You rebuked, your scowl only deepening at the return of his surprised expression.

“But you said you enjoyed exploring the castle. A tour would enable you to see some beautiful spots.” Malleus reasoned, finding your flits in mood very difficult to keep up with. You, meanwhile, wanted to smack your palm to your forehead, for you found him impossible.

Before you could retort, Malleus had already turned and walked out the door, and you were left to chase after him. “Hey!” Grumbling about his behaviour, you fell into step next to him, with much struggle, “do you mind? We aren’t all gigantic, you know!”

“Oh. My apologies.” Malleus slowed his gait so you could walk beside him comfortably, a small smile crawling across his lips, “I’ve learned in my research that light fae are more diminutive than dark fae, I should have been more considerate.”

You bristled at his words, why did most things that came from his mouth appear so insulting?! “Excuse me?! I am not diminutive!” You hissed, with Malleus barely batting an eye, “I didn’t mean it as an insult, I find it cute.” Malleus replied honestly, continuing to lead the way.

“I have been deep in research about your kind, so I have been largely unavailable,” Malleus went on, oblivious to the astonished look you gave him, “I apologise. I hope you haven’t been lonely.” Malleus would feel no end of guilt if you’d become lonely due to his negligence, “I will rectify this, I will make time for you from now onward. It is unacceptable for me to have brought you here and left you unattended.”

Curse this fae and his ability to make you dumbfounded.

“Yes, yes!” You clung to whatever statement you could, “it is unacceptable that you brought me here! Ergo, you should take me back to the glade, and we can forget this ever happened.”

Malleus frowned at your words and shook his head, “But this is the safest place for you. Taking you back to the glade would put you in an immeasurable amount of danger.”

“I live by that glade! It’s never been dangerous for me!” You huffed out in frustration, wanting to shake the man by his horns again, “look, I’m not a princess! I was-- I was making fun of you when I said that! Because you said you were a dragon and, lets be honest, that’s ridiculous so--”

“But I am a dragon. A dragon fae.” Malleus corrected, his frown only deepening. “And mine and Lilia’s research has uncovered that there were potentially questionable movements amongst the light fae royalty during a certain period of the war. This information could very much reveal what happened to the light fae, where they disappeared to.” Malleus stated his research leisurely to you as if you were having an honest debate about it rather than arguing with him.

“But dragons are no-- wait, really?” He truly had been researching into your kind with a view to sending you back, like he said he would? That was surprising... You were convinced that was just an elaborate scheme he had created to placate you whilst he kept you here indefinitely.

“Yes. The light fae were peaceful during the war, but that did not stop them being the target of hunters,” Malleus’ tone took on a sorrowful edge, “finding reliable information on light fae is difficult normally, but locating such specific information has proven even more arduous than expected.”

With all your bickering and conversation, you’d completely forgotten that you were actually supposed to be touring the castle with Malleus. You were walking up another staircase when he pushed open a door, only for you to feel a breeze hit your cheeks.

“This is one of my favourite places to come in the castle.” Malleus held the door open for you as you stepped through the doorway, greeted by the cool night breeze, now standing on one of the castle’s large balconies. Your mouth fell open with awe, the balcony giving you the perfect view of the town below, illuminated in the darkness by dots of green flames. When you looked up, you were greeted by a perfectly clear night sky, decorated with endless amounts of twinkling stars. You found yourself breathless, silence stretching between you and Malleus as you took in your beautiful surroundings.

A thought did nag at the back of your brain however, slightly ruining the dazzling scenery before you. You were now outside! And the balcony railing wasn’t very high! Perhaps once you were alone, you could jump from here and float down. No point doing it now, Malleus would more than likely pursue you, you think you could remember him saying something about having wings, that did make sense with him being a fae after all...

You cursed internally, suddenly realising that you’d left your journal on your chair in the dining hall. Now you had no way of writing down the directions to this place. Perhaps on your way back down, you could memorise the route and write it down later... You were so deep in thought, that you didn’t even notice that Malleus had arrived beside you.

“Your wings look so beautiful in the moonlight... As if they absorb the very rays of the moon... How intriguing...” Malleus muttered softly, a hand reaching out for your wings. You jumped at his sudden voice, and frowned at the sight of his hand coming towards you. “Hey! I told you about this, you can’t just touch someone’s wings!”

Malleus blinked at you, looking fairly taken aback at your scolding of him. His eyes clouded in thought, his hand pulling back to press against his chin in thought. After a moment spent awkwardly in silence, to which you eyed him warily, Malleus simply nodded... Before beginning to undo the belt at his waist.

“... W-what are you doing?” You stuttered in alarm, your eyes blowing wide. At this point, you felt that his behaviour shouldn’t alarm you as much as it did, that you should be more used to it, but he always seemed to pull of another bizarre action that’d leave you speechless.

“I realise I have committed quite the error. Whilst I have been able to appreciate your wings on more than one occasion, I have not given you the opportunity to appreciate mine. I will rectify that now.” As he spoke, Malleus had already removed his coat, folding it over the balcony rail as his hands moved to begin on his robes next.

“I hardly thinks that’s appropriate! M-malleus, stop!” Your cheeks turned bright pink. How would you explain to anyone that the Crown Prince was stripping a mere foot in front of you, outside no less?! If someone happened upon you, you’d be executed on the spot! Or worse, Lilia would witness it and never let it go. “Malleus, put your clothes back on!” You hissed, trying to keep your voice down.

“It’ll take but a moment, please be patient.” Malleus continued to unravel his robes, not the least bit perturbed by your protests, and you ended up burying your face in your hands, not sure whose modesty you were protecting - his or your own.

“I am ready now, Princess. You may look.” You heard Malleus say, but you shook your head wildly, still covering your face with your hands, “I shan’t!” Silence stretched between you, before you heard him taking a step towards you, closing the gap between you in one. “Please don’t be afraid. I don’t want you to be frightened of me.”

Before you could open your mouth to retort, you felt a hand on your shoulder, holding you still before another hand wrapped gently around one of your wrists, tugging softly but firmly to coax it away from your face. You relented, but simply moving your remaining hand across your eyes, keeping them squeezed shut. You could only dread what he planned to do with your hand. He pulled your hand forward slowly, and you found yourself attempting to shrink back, but Malleus’ grip on you was strong, his hand on your shoulder giving you what you assumed was supposed to be a soothing squeeze.

Eventually your hand came in contact with something... Leathery? Oh, had he put his clothes back on? Well, good. Slowly, you moved your free hand from your eyes and opened them... Only to find most of your vision dominated by huge black... Wings?

“Oh. Oh! Are those your...?” You gripped it tentatively between your fingers, rubbing gently to get a feel for the strange texture. It felt smooth, but strong. If he flexed them, he could probably send you flying. “It’s... Very big.”

“Do you think so?”

“Mhmm... Are you sure you are actually a fae? These look nothing like mine...” Despite your words, you couldn’t help yourself from admiring them, they were quite wonderful in their peculiarity. Malleus was more than happy to allow you to survey him, his wings drawn around him so that you could reach them easily.

“These wings are common for dragon fae.” Malleus replied and you scoffed, biting your tongue only so you didn’t reignite your constant argument that dragons aren’t real, “right... Is that why you keep them hidden? They do seem quite bulky...”

“Hm, well my more draconic features tend to manifest more during certain periods, usually for convenience I’ll keep them hidden. But my wings are surprisingly lightweight. Here, let me show you.”

You wanted to enquire more about what he meant about certain periods, but you were distracted by the gust of wind that was brought around as he unfurled his wings from around himself, flexing them wide and proud for you to see. And what a sight it was. His wingspan was impressive, practically blocking out the sky behind him, and despite the size of them, he manoeuvred them with ease and dexterity. You were actually quite impressed...

... Until you realised his entire chest was bare.

“Malleus!” You squeaked, so distracted by his wings that you hadn’t registered that you were practically eye level with his naked chest, a very nice naked chest, thankfully his robes tied at the hips at least, “put your clothes back on!” You tried to step back, but his grip on your shoulder held fast.

“But I needed to undress to show you my wings,” Malleus stated, a frown marring his features. Suddenly, his hand that had gripped your shoulder moved to softly grab your chin, tipping it up so he could scrutinise your face, “Are you well? You are flushed.”

You hadn’t realised your cheeks had grown red at Malleus’ state of undress, and him grabbing your chin in a surprisingly tender gesture wasn’t helping. You felt more blood rush to your cheeks, and you tried to stutter out a response before Malleus released both your wrist and chin, reaching instead for his coat.

“Hm, it won’t do for you to become ill. Allow me.” Before you knew it, Malleus had draped his coat over your shoulders, and you imagined it must have looked comical hanging off of your wings, but the size of it still managed to cover over you appropriately. “Putting your clothes on didn’t mean for you to put them on me!” You protested, burying your face into the overlong sleeves at your hands, equal parts embarrassed and distraught at the other fae’s actions. Perhaps if you hid your face for long enough, he’d take the hint and redress himself. Hm, his coat did smell nice, though...

“I have a request to make of you.” Malleus added, continuing on the conversation as usual, as if you weren’t flustered by his current state, “actually, both me and Lilia had discussed that this could lead to us uncovering promising information regarding your origins.” He explained, seeming to derive contentment from discussing his research with you, “with your permission, we would like you to take us to your previous abode.”

Your head snapped up, eyes wide at this sudden request. Go home? They wanted to go to your home? Your brain went blank, entirely taken off guard by this information. Malleus must have saw some hesitance in your eyes, so he continued on,

“Finding information regarding the light fae has been notoriously difficult. Currently, our best lead would be to seek out the last known residence of a light fae... Which would be you.”

If you allowed them to visit your home, that would mean you would get to go home... And once there, you could just refuse to go back with them! This might be your best chance to finally get home... Sure, you could wait until you were alone and jump from the balcony, but there was every chance Malleus or even Lilia would follow after you once they discovered you missing, out of this absurd misguided obsession for your safety...

Seeing the continued hesitancy in your eyes, Malleus leaned closer to you, wanting to assure you of his genuineness, “it is not our intention to disturb your memories, we want to help.”

You startled at his sudden closeness again, his form almost boxing you in with his posture. You felt fresh redness flush over your cheeks, and you were thankful that you were still covering half of your face with the oversized sleeves of his coat, “if I say yes, would you finally put some clothes on?!” You tried to sound outraged, but your voice ended up coming out high pitched and flustered.

“If that is what you desire, I can comply with that.” Malleus nodded, although thinking what strange bargains the light fae made, so mild in it’s demand, “however, please do keep my coat, it looks quite charming upon you.”

You huffed in exasperation, closing your eyes and shaking your head at his behaviour. Ironic that this fae was so keen on discovering the light fae and keeping you safe when you were sure he’d be the death of you. “Fine, fine! I’ll take you to my home. So please, put some clothes on before someone finds you like this!”

And with that, your escape route was ensured...

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst malleus #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x y/n #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x y/n #twst fic #malleus x reader #malleus x y/n

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S5 Prediction: Will & MIKE'S 7 Confession (letter) + Garage Light Kiss Theory (Alternate/Revised Theory!)

OH. MY. GOD. GUYS! I think I just figured it out for real this time. I connected the two dots before...but i missed the third and final dot. BUCKLE UP B*TCHES.

We all know about my "full-circle garage light flicker theory" where Mike and Will can affect s1 ep1 through the upside-down in s5, and when they kiss the garage light flickers in season 1. Well, in my old theory I said "Will parallels his younger self and says the truth", but NOW I THINK IT'S ACTUALLY GOING TO BE MIKE.

This comes down to the letter. I used to think Mike's letter would just be a case of dramatic irony, to inform the audience of Mike's true feelings. I thought maybe the letter was about Mike rebuilding castle Byers after s3 (which i still think he did btw). But I just read this post from doriandrifting (READ IT), and now I think he wrote the letter about the D&D campaign. Like an IDIOT, I forgot about the date in the tweet! And then I really thought about it and...this changes EVERYTHING. Prepare yourselves. (it's 4:00 AM rn but I DON'T CARE) i'm gonna copy and paste the beginning of my old theory, sorry. you can skip ahead to “it’s parallel time” :)

To start off, I think that Mike and Will are going to end up in the upside-down together in S5. The upside down and Will are connected narratively, seeing as it’s literally frozen on the night he went missing.

Obviously there is going to be a reason for that. To bring his story full-circle, it’s pretty much inevitable that in the final season, Will is going to end up back in the upside-down. Just like it’s inevitable that this time Mike will be there with him. Which is why at the end of season 4, they both sit on an upside down couch together.

The next part of this theory has to do with Will having powers. It’s why Will is paralleled to Vecna, Eleven, and Bastian from NeverEnding Story, and could open a portal in s1. It also fits with his overall character arc (becoming a hero after being a victim). I won’t make this post a mile long by going through all the evidence (links to some proof here, here , here and here and in the long version of my theory.) But for now, trust me when I say it’s probably going to be revealed that Will can manipulate electricity/time/the upside-down in S5.

Remember, El was originally supposed to die after season one, which makes the notion of Will having powers extremely likely.

Okay? Okay. So here’s the theory:

Mike and Will are in the upside-down, which is stuck on the day Will went missing in 1983. While in the upside-down, Mike and Will end up at the Wheeler House.

Time is frozen on Nov 6, which is the first episode of season 1. I think that somehow, Mike and Will are going to be able to affect the other side in season 1 (specifically Nov 6), through the upside-down in season 5.

How though? We know that (as of now) time still flows normally on the other side, unlike the upside-down. However, that could change. Like, what if time were to start moving again in the upside-down? This could happen because of Will's subconscious mind. It’s also safe to say that s5 will include some wacky time shenanigans, which could explain how this is possible. (s5 time-travel proof here, here, here, and here) But even just on the surface level, why the hell else would the show’s villain thematically be obsessed with the progression of time, be accompanied by the sound of a clock chime, and create visions of grandfather clock? Why else would Hopper’s s3 letter talk about “turning back the clock”? Why else would there be so many Back to The Future references? Why else would the Duffers talk so much about "going back to season one", or the story coming "full-circle" in season five?

There are multiple electricity shortages in s1. What if some of these moments, like when Ted fiddles with the TV in the background of season 1, were actually caused by Will (or El) in season 5? The screen looks suspiciously like how the TV screen looked when Eleven mind jumped in s2 and s3. Now for the good part:

IT’S PARALLEL TIME!

In the upside-down, Mike and Will are going to stand in the same spot at the same time as their younger selves on the other side.

The concept of Lies is a HUGE recurring theme and motif in Stranger Things. One of the very first bits of characterization we learn about Will, is that he doesn’t lie to Mike. Even though it was just a white lie and Even though he could have got away with it. Even though it meant he lost, “Friends don’t LIE.” Will waited until the other boys left before telling Mike the Truth.

I think that Mike is going to mirror Will, and confess the truth to him. From the very start, we are shown that Mike and Will have an honest and different bond than rest of the party. Which is why in season five, MIKE is going to remember this, and be able to lie.

(I, I can remember (I remember) Standing, by the wall (by the wall)- Bowie

Season 5 MIKE is going to parallel season 1 WILL, and THEY ARE BOTH going to admit the TRUTH to each-other at the same exact time (across time)! (7+7=14) winning roll!

Season 5, UPSIDE-DOWN:

for example:

Mike: “you lied about the painting being from El”

(the TRUTH about why Will made THE PAINTING for Mike is addressed--LOVE!)

Will: "You’re being stupid! It's not my fault you couldn't say you love her!"

WILL parallels MIKE during the SEASON THREE GARAGE SCENE:

Mike: "It is" (TRUTH)

MIKE parallels WILL during the SEASON ONE GARAGE SCENE:

Mike gives Will his letter (The TRUTH about why Mike made the 10 hour D&D CAMPAIGN is addressed--LOVE!)

(TRUTH=7) An UPSIDE-DOWN 7 is a capital L. The song which plays when Mike and Eleven kiss at the end of s3 (when Mike realizes he's gay) is "The First I love You". The "L" is NOT capitalized, because it’s not the TRUTH. In his letter, the "L" IS capitalized!

so at the same time (across time)...

MIKE: TRUTH=7, WILL: TRUTH=7 (7+7=14, the winning roll in D&D!)

THE THIRD AND FINAL GARAGE SCENE: (writing comes in 3's)

THEY KISS

Between them, metaphorical electricity FLARES (and potentially Will’s literal powers), as his brain short-circuits. As they kiss, “Heroes” by David Bowie plays, and the lyrics “the guns, shot above our heads, (over our heads)” narrates as electricity shoots above their heads. (Either bc of the kiss or confession) The camera pans up to the garage light over their heads, which flickers.

the audience can feel the electricity between Mike and Will. Just like how Dustin could feel the electricity between Lucas and Max.

"i could feel it." "What?" "The electricity." (are “friends” electric?)

at the same time...

Season 1, OTHER SIDE:

Will: "It was a 7, the demogorgan, it got me.” (TRUTH=7)

Will sounded disappointed about losing, but Mike DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING. He doesn't say how he "really feels". He just stands there and watches Will leave. Mike notices the garage light flicker above him. This is a metaphor for the electricity which just passed between them. Love=Electricity, and Mike just noticed it, which is why the scene directly following this one is him going inside to write a letter of what he wanted to say, which he signs "-Love, Mike."

This would act as dramatic irony because at the same exact time in the upside-down, Mike JUST SAID what he really wanted to say in this moment BY GIVING WILL HIS LETTER and/or confessing. Unbeknownst to him, his future self just confessed, and the flicker is actually when they kiss in the upside down.

This reveal would be meaningful, because Mike wrote the ten hour DnD campaign but doesn't give Will the letter saying why (Love), and Will makes the painting but he lies about why (Love). In the upside-down, the TRUTH about both of these gestures is revealed.

In this moment, Mike's future self says what HE was too ashamed too in season one. Mike never got the chance to give Will his letter before the "demogorgan" got him.

"Anyway, I think you’ll still beat the campaign. Sorry I couldn’t get it done before my mom made everyone leave, but you mean so much to me, and it’s been so much fun to make it for you. Hope this is enough motivation to last until we can finish it next weekend. -Love, Mike"

THE UPSIDE-DOWN, SEASON 5:

As they kiss, “Heroes” by David Bowie continues...

in season one, Mike is still ashamed of his love for Will. Which is why the scene cuts off with the line “shame”.

This time when the song plays, it will be different though. This time, the full verse will play as they kiss.

“and we kiss as though nothing could fall and the shame… was on the OTHER SIDE.”

Mike and Will are in the upside-down, and at the same time their ashamed younger selves were literally on the other side. When they finally kiss as if nothing could fall, they leave their shame on the other side (in the the past).

Or alternatively

Mike and Will are alone together in the upside-down, and the rest of society is on the other side. Because of this, they are able to finally kiss as if nothing could fall, and forget about how they would be shamed for it on the other side.

(based on the rest of the lyrics, they probably think they are going to die when this happens btw)

Click Here: for new video of my flicker kiss theory! (now including Mike's Letter)

Click Here: for the original video of my theory!

Click Here: The long version of my original post. (It goes off on more tangents, includes more proof, and goes over some mini theories that could (possibly) tie into this one!

Shameless self promo: Follow my account for more! In the future, I plan on making more predictions about the role of memories in season 5, Birthday-gate, Will's subconscious mind shaping the upside-down, and water symbolism. I also have a tik-tok and twitter account under the same name, so go follow me over there!

#byler s5 #byler evidence #byler proof #flickergate #stranger things theories #byler endgame #byler is canon #byler prediction #DUFFERS PLEASE JUST HIRE ME ALREADY #I KNOW IM RIGHT #SORRY FOR SPOILING IT #clout chaser and proud #pls credit or @ me for the theory when possible! ;)

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concept: steddie florist/tattoo artist au with a side of no upside down

obviously eddie is the tattoo artist and steve is the florist. he and robin started working at the local florist after family video finally shut down (admittedly it made literally no money the entire time they worked there) and third time lucky, because it finally stuck. when the old lady that owned the florist died with no family to speak of, she left the two of them the shop and the apartment above it.

robin never ended up going to college, despite having the equivelent of a linguistics degree in knowledge anyway, which was always a contentious issue between steve and robin. (she doesn't give a flying fuck how much he believed in her; she was barely scraping 'B's throughout her high school career and college was never in the cards for her.) so they stuck around in hawkins. they watched the kids graduate (and endured a ridiculous amount of teasing from said kids over the whole florist thing), they grew up into proper grown ups who did taxes, and they grew an enormous garden in the mean time.

and then 1993 rolls around and a tattoo parlour opens up down the street. which. huh. sure. not something either of them would have expected, but hawkins has gained a pretty significant goth tourist population given the whole 'cursed' thing ("it's not exploitative if the 'creepy' pressed flower frames are profiting off of our own trauma, dingus") so maybe it'll work out for the guy, who knows. and then steve bumps into said guy while doing the daily sandwich run and robin did not warn him that he was hot. which is because robin is a little bit preoccupied with the fact that her second (and least embarrassing) high school crush, chrissy cunningham, is back in town following the death of her mother, and has somehow become even more of a fucking smokeshow and did steve see that violets pin on her jacket does that mean what robin thinks it means holy shit steve holy shit. and cue them both being gay disasters.

chrissy hightailed it out of hawkins the second she graduated, which everyone assumed was because of the whole creel debacle. whilst she still keeps in contact with the other victims (patrick sends her letters from his apartment in chicago, max calls from california every so often, fred, may he rest in peace, occupies her nightmares), she avoids any mention of hawkins like the plague. people will stare no matter where she is, wondering about what could have happened to leave her looking the way she does. but chrissy has always been a smiler, and that goes a long way to making friends in a big city. new york started out lonely and expensive but she slowly, painstakingly found her people in the greenwich village. in 1993, after seven years of screening her calls and refusing to speak to her mother, the call finally comes. she’s dead. it’s really over. now she just has to plan a funeral and figure out how to feel about that. she always thought she’d have more time but the cards didn’t fall that way.

eddie needed to get out and start his own shop, after finally feeling like he actually knew what he was doing and, well. his uncle wayne is getting on in years, and disgraced queers have to stick together right? so eddie packs up his kit and his guitar and he moves back to hawkins. (he does not think fondly of his three year stint in high school there, fucking off to indy to start a band when he flunked senior year.) he sinks all his savings into a storefront on main street and sleeps in the back office because who’s gonna kick him out, exactly? and then it starts going... better than he expected, actually. there’s this gang of college twerps home for the summer that all want matching fucking demogorgons of all things, and the fiery redhead girl wants the hand and eye of vecna for god knows what reason. there is also, as he predicted, a steady flow of vacationing goths, conspiracy theorists, and true crime enthusiasts that want souvenirs inked into their skin. so eddie makes good money. at least that’s a balm for the undying shame and indignation he has over crushing on steve fucking harrington, king of the douchebags from hawkins high, now a stupid twunk-y florist with an easy smile and a thin, almost unnoticeable scar running across his stupid kissable lips.

it’s fine, eddie and steve both complain to their respective agony aunts. wayne grunts and goes back to sleep. robin invites chrissy up for some homegrown weed to take the edge off of the funeral prep.

#steddie #buckingham #stranger things

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Eddie Munson X Professor! Male Reader || TWO ||

|| Masterlist || ONE ||

Authors Note: Here you go, hope you enjoy the angst and slow burn next part will probably the last…maybe! Also, I know Eddie is suppose to be energetic and sarcastic but let’s be honest, the man was an outcast, he watched people he know die in front of him giving him trauma and Eddie would 100% be a virgin at dating and during intimate moments. So be prepared to read so more angst Eddie trying to learn how to love. Also grammar error is mine, got to lazy to go back and make corrections.

Summary: Eddie survives the upside down and Vecna is no more. After turning back to Hawkins, the town continues to hate him and decided to leave town and find his way to college, giving himself a new future and another chance at life. He just didn’t expect himself roll around in his Professor bedsheets.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, NSFW, Eddie and reader are in their 20s, age gap, Professor reader, student eddie, 90’s, Dustin is sarcastic, mentions of the upside down, anxiety, panic attacks, kissing, dating, mentions of failure, eddie has fears, reader is a sweetheart, good boy kink, secret relationship, teasing, sexual tension, slow burn, self-esteem issues, trauma.

Word count: 5.2k

The dining room is full of chaos, all the teenagers talking while the adults interacted with each other, talking about parties that they’ve gone too or school that they have been going too. While everyone was busy talking and eating, meanwhile. Eddie sat at the end of the large dinning table with Y/n sitting across from him from the other end.

The two were silently eating and avoiding eye contact. Their introduction was awkward between the two. Eddie didn’t expect Steve’s guest to be his literature professor, asking the older man how he knew the Harringtons y/n had told him that he and Steve were childhood friends and how their parents knew each other, both did get along but they didn’t have that strong bond that Steve had with the other adults and children.

Eddie squirms in his seat, focusing on his food. Steve had told everyone that they would be staying at his place for the first few nights before heading out to their camping spot. His parents were out of town for the whole summer break and they will be on their own. Steve was able to buy everyone take out as they ate together on the dining table.

“So,” Y/n’s voice causes Eddie to freeze. “How exactly do you all know each other?”

Steve was chewing on his chicken before swallowing his food and answering. “School and because they always got into trouble and somehow became apart of it.” Steve clearly couldn’t say that they met because of Wills disappearance and the upside down opening, instead they stuck with their story of meeting at school.

“School?”

“Yep!” Dustin pops the P with a smile, focusing back on his food.

Y/n nodded, poking his food before clearing his throat. “And you Eddie? How do you know these kids?”

Eddies eyes avert to him, noticing the raised brow. “I—I knew Dustin and his friends from high school.” He quickly says, quickly taking a drink from his water.

“High school?” Eddie can tell that he’s doing the math before saying. “Weren't you twenty? Maybe nineteen?”

“Yeah, Eddie got held back in high school. Had to repeat senior year for failing.” Dustin blurts out, causing Eddie to choke on his water and cough. Grabbing his napkin and cleaning himself up. “Mhm, got held back and repeated my senior year, became friends with some kids because why not? Anyways—I need to use the bathroom.” Eddie rambles out while standing from his seat and leaving the dinning room, focusing on finding the bathroom and locking himself inside.

Eddie leans back against the door, focusing on his breathing and trying to calm his breathing. Eddie felt upset or embarrassed that Y/n knew about his failure, he didn’t know if he would be able to stand the next few days in the same house as Y/n. Seeing his Professor every day and night, bumping into hallways or in the kitchen. His feelings for him were suppose to go away during the summer but that won’t be happening anytime soon now that he’s also here.

Eddie takes his time to collect himself until he got better, flushing the toilet so that no one knew what he was really doing. He sighs to himself and unlocks the door, pulling it open to come face to face with Y/n. He leaned back against the wall with crossed arms.

Eddie froze in his steps. Opening and closing his mouth.

“That explains why you didn’t want to fail.” He hears Y/n whisper, avoiding his gaze. Shame filled his eyes. “I thought you didn’t want to fail because you hated me and my class and would have to repeat it again but, now I understand why you didn’t want to fail.”

Eddie steps forward and closed the door behind him, remaining quiet as he lets Y/n talk.

“You were afraid of failing because of the failure you received back in high school—god dammit.” Y/n cursed, chuckling dryly as he shakes his head. “Eddie, I’m sorry if I said anything that made you feel upset.” He was quick to apologize, pushing himself off the wall and approaching Eddie slowly. The space between them growing small. Y/n reached out to gently touch his arm.

Eddie flinched from his touch, causing Y/n to remove his hand. He bites his lip in worry. “I’m sorry.” He repeats himself.

“No, no, it’s not your fault. I just—I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t know how you would react due to my setback in high school.”

“Did you really think I’d think of you as a failure?”

Eddie chuckles. “You kind of did when we first spoke.”

Y/n groans, remembering when he told Eddie that he knew who he was because he was his number one failing student. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight that day and it just came out.”

“It’s fine.” Eddie is quick to cut in, side stepping from Y/n and making his way downstairs. Y/n is left standing alone in the hall, staring at the empty spot where Eddie once stood before standing up straight and breathing out a deep sigh.

He finds his way down the stairs to meet up with the others, watching the teens sass the adults. It brought a warm feeling to Y/n’s heart, in his family it was just him and his brother. The two of them did get along but sometimes the house still felt quiet whenever one of them was gone. He sometimes felt like an only child since him and brother grew up fast and found their own paths. Right now his brother is married and living on his own while he remains here. His parents had spent majority of their time traveling around the world now that they didn’t have to worry about their own children.

“Hey Y/n,” Steve approaches him from the kitchen. “Think you’ll be fine with having us all here for the next few days?”

Y/n scoffs. “Steve this is your house and in your guest, I don’t think you need to ask for my permission.” He smiles. “But I think it’ll be fine—anyone here snore loudly?”

Steve winced, slowly turning his head to eye Lucas who was bickering with Max and Mike. Y/n laughs a little. “I’ll make sure to stay away from his room.”

“Trust me, you can hear him from miles away. But, he’s a great kid.” Steve shrugs his shoulders before heading back to the dinning room to help clear out some dishes. It felt odd watching Steve act like a parent in front of teenagers, but yet again, Steve always wanted a big family of his own.

His eyes moved to each teen and adult that sat around the table until they finally land on Eddie. He was talking to Dustin about their future D&D campaign and when they can get started. He was too busy talking to Dustin to even notice Y/n staring at him.

Eddie didn’t feel uncomfortable around his Professor, no, he felt comfortable around the man. He just didn’t trust himself being around him for such a long time, afraid that his secret about his attraction towards him will come spilling out to the point where he confesses. He didn’t want to scare the man away or do anything that’ll ruin things. Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if Y/n had gotten confessions from other students who were rejected by the popular professor. Eddie didn’t want to be another reject so, he’s gonna try his best to keep distance from his professor.

—

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You and Y/n will be sharing a room.” Steve clarifies as Eddie’s face pales in horror. “Can’t I share with Dustin or maybe Lucas? I mean, I don’t want to bother your guest.” He chucked out nervously, hoping that Steve would change his mind but the other man only shrugs his shoulders. “Lucas is getting his own space because of his snoring while Dustin claimed to bunk with me so,” he pats Eddie’s shoulder, handing him a pillow. “Rooms upstairs, first door on the left.”

Steve gives him a tight smile and leaves him alone to deal with the others arrangements. Eddie is left standing their, clutching his pillow in hand. He was suppose to avoid him and now he’s bunking with him.

Eddie didn’t have a choice but to head upstairs, his bag full of clothes in one hand and a pillow and blanket in the other. Once he reaches the room he stands outside the door for a few minutes, hesitating to knock on the door. He gives himself another minute before knocking, it felt like he was walking into Y/n’s office again.

He hears shuffling on the other side of the door, a small thump here and a whisper of curses. It takes Y/n awhile to open the door, rubbing his left leg and holding back a pained look after slamming it against the desk. “Eddie, what can I do for you?”

Eddie licks his lips. “Steve was arranging the sleeping conditions and told me that I’d be sharing with you tonight, did he not tell you?”

“No! I mean yes, he did let me know—sorry I’ve been distracted.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair and opening the door wider for Eddie to come inside. Once Eddie steps inside he sets his bag near the closet before scanning the room. Or was spacious and it held a private bathroom, it looked more like a master bedroom due to the size. As he continued to look around the room his eyes land on the bed.

There was only one bed and two of them.

Eddie swallows nervously. “I’ll take the floor.” He quickly says, kicking his bag aside and make some room. “No, Eddie the bed is big enough for the two of us.” Y/n exclaimed, stopping him from lying on the floor.

“But—wouldn’t it be weird?”

“What would?”

“Sharing a bed, with your student.”

Y/n turns to stare at the bed before facing Eddie. “We’re not in class Eddie. Your not my student and I’m not your professor, we’re just two normal people who happen to know Steve and are taking a vacation in Hawkins.” He explains to him, taking Eddie’s pillow and tossing it on the bed. “Will face our backs together if it’ll make you comfortable.” He suggested.

Eddie thinks about it before agreeing, padding along with the idea of sharing a bed but making sure that their was space between them. The bed is big enough for the two of them so Eddie wouldn’t have to worry too much. He walks over to his bag and unzips it, pulling out some clothes to sleep in. He’s the first to use the bathroom, leaving Y/n on his own to make the adjustments on the bed. While Eddie takes his time changing, once he’s finished and steps out he can’t help but grown nervous.

He breaths softly and tells himself that it’s only for a week, he can handle a few nights in the same bed as Y/n. He can do that, right?

“You can pick a side.” He hears Y/n voice next to him. The older man stood next to him, nodding towards the bed as Eddie claims the left side. He climbs under the sheets and pulls them over his neck, keeping himself covered and closed up. Y/n chuckles quietly, getting into his own side and pulling the covers him, he makes sure to turn off the lamp next to his bedside. The room going dark and quiet.

The only thing heard is the soft muffled voices downstairs, the others still getting ready for bed while Y/n lied on his back staring at the ceiling and Eddie on his side, his back facing his professor. The two are quiet for the first ten minutes, the situation was slowly growing uncomfortable to the point where Eddie didn’t know if he’d be able to sleep at all.

The tension between them grew until Y/n whispered softly. “Does Steve know?”

Eddie raised a brow, glancing over his shoulder. “Know?”

“About us, about our situation and relation.” He clarified for Eddie.

Eddie shifts back in place, facing the wall. “Not that I know of, no.” He whispers back. “Honestly I don’t think Steve would really care—you did say this was our vacation, we’re not at the university. I’m no longer your student and your no longer my professor.”

Y/n knew that eddie was right, they were no longer at the university, meaning that the two of them being here didn’t really affect them as much. The two knew the same person they were friends with and staying at the same house, nothing more.

“Right.” He whispers out, glancing to Eddie for a short while before turning on his side, also facing his back to Eddie. For the rest of the night they keep their distance and are able to get some sleep before sunrise hit them.

Eddie expected things to get better the next morning but they never did. He couldn’t stop bumping into Y/n, wherever he went he was there and he couldn’t find a way to avoid him. Spending the next few nights together in the same bed only complicated the feelings he has for his Professor.

It was his third day at the Harringtons household and he couldn’t stand sleeping another night with his Professor. Which is why he’s standing in a motel office, asking for any available rooms.

“I’m sorry darling, but we don’t have anything available.” The young women behind the desk says with a sad smile.

“Do you by any chance have anything in the next few weeks out?” He asks, more like begs for a room to be free.

She checks the log again before sighing to herself. “I’m sorry, the earliest we have is next month. It’s summer break and everyone is on vacation and had booked rooms ahead of time. I’m really sorry.” She says again, not able to help him with his troubles.

Eddie gives her a polite smile and excuses himself, leaving the office with a frown on his face before getting on the van. He could try to head further out of town to look for another motel but the drive back and forth wouldn’t be worth it. Instead he drives himself back to Harringtons place and parks the van on the drive before stepping out to see Will and Mike checking on the tents and making sure they are big enough and have all the completed parts.

“Hey you two, how’s the check up going?” He asks, walking over to them as he placed his hands on his hips and watched them work. “The tents big enough for two people and we’ve got all the parts too—“ said Will.

“Expect for the cover that goes on top in case it rains.” Mike cuts in, folding up the tent and putting it back in its bag. Eddie frowns, “We can use a tarp and place it over. I mean, we don’t water going in so we improvise.” Eddie didn’t do much camping as a kid. He was too busy being around when his parents argued with each other to the point where he was left at his uncles who actually cared and loved him, the old man didn’t hesitate to raise him.

“Will see if Steve even has a tarp.” Mike rolls his eyes as he stands up and walks further into the garage to check. Eddie hums to himself before making his way inside the house, hearing everyone’s bickering and laughing. Eddie has grown used to the loud noise between his friends, it made him feel comfortable, made him feel like he was home.

Eddie stood on the middle of the living room, looking around to see what he can do to help out with the camping trip and what else they needed to pack up. Before he can head into the kitchen to help Nancy and Jonathan with getting the food packed up. He’s grabbed by the back of his shirt collar and dragged away from the others, startling him as he looks over his shoulder to see Y/n walking down an empty area of the house and shoving him inside the room.

“Hey—what the hell?!” Eddie exclaims as he stumbled inside, hearing the door lock behind him as he turns around to face a very angry Professor. “Want to explain to me why Steve told me that you were switching rooms with Dustin?” He asks.

“I—I didn’t switch with anyone.”

“Oh please, Eddie your like an open book. I can read you easily and you’re a terrible liar.” He grits out, stepping forward as he asks. “Eddie, if I make you uncomfortable just tell me, don’t run away.”

“You don’t make me uncomfortable.”

“Then what is it?” Y/n takes another step forward, backing Eddie up against the wall as he stands in his space. Eddie turns his head to the side, avoiding his gaze and focusing on his shoes. “It’s just—“ Eddie shakes his head, growing nervous as his hands began to shake. He rubs them together to try and make the nerves go away but nothing was working.

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable, it’s just—I don’t trust myself to be around you because I’m afraid—“

Y/n gently reaches up, listening to Eddie ramble as his fingers grazed against his cheek, using his thumb to stroke his jaw. Eddie was too distracted to even know what was going on.

“—I don’t know how to react around you or what to say, I mean I’m your student and your my professor and being here feels a little weird, not because you ruined the trip or something it’s not because of that it’s because I’m afraid of letting out my confessions and I don’t want to upset you or do anything that’ll get you upset—“

Eddie was hyperventilating, he felt the room closing in on him and he couldn’t breath. He couldn’t hear Y/n’s voice tying to calm him down. He feels his hands against his skin, pressing their foreheads together as he whispers. “It’s alright Eddie, just breath—focus on my voice. Breath in and out.”

He shakes his head in panic, nothing was working. He felt like he was drowning and he couldn’t move or feel anything.

“I—I can’t.” Eddie chokes out. His eyes going wide as they fill with tears. He can’t even concentrate or process the thought of his own Professor kissing him. His breath hitching as he feels Y/n’s lips sealed against his, gripping his jaw in his hands as he backs Eddie against the wall, caging him in. His eyes grow wide at the sudden movement. All of a sudden he the panic inside of went away and a new one washed over him. His own professor was kissing him and he didn’t know what to do or say.

Eddies body language was enough for Y/n to take notice that he was no longer panicking. He slowly pulls away, his nose gently nudging against Eddie’s before licking his lips and giving Eddie some space. The two are panting, hot breaths against each other as Y/n clears his throat.

“Sorry, Nothing was working and you were calming down. I heard that kissing can help sometimes.” Y/n mumbled out, his hand releasing his jaw and giving it one last stroke before stepping away. “Is it true?”

Eddie furrowed his brows in confusion. “What is?”

“Your confession, is it true?”

Eddie feels his face heat up, embarrassment washing over him. He can’t lie to him now, y/n could easily read him and know when he’s lying. He’s never going to see Y/n again, maybe in the hallways and at Steve’s place but after that he will be back with his uncle, far away from everyone else and alone again. He sighs to himself and gives off a slow nod.

“Yes.” He whispers, avoiding his gaze. “I—I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t know how you would react. But now you know.”

“Eddie—“

“It’s fine, I understand your rejection so let’s pretend like nothing ever happened.” Eddie pushed himself off the wall and walks passed him towards the door. “Thank you.” He mumbled out in a soft whisper, escaping the room they are in together and slamming the door behind him. He heads to the living room where he finds majority of the teens watching television. “Hey, are you guys done checking up?”

“Yeah, where were you?” Dustin questions, tilting his head back to look at Eddie upside down. Eddie smiles at Dustin. “I was doing my own checking, just want to make sure you little twerps have everything because I swear, I saw you and Lucas arguing about forgetting some stuff.” He teased out, earning himself an elbow to the ribs.

Eddie laughs, sitting down next to Dustin as he looks over at the television to watch whatever they were watching. He pulls his knees up to his chest and tries to keep himself focused on whatever they were watching and not try to think about Y/n. The kiss kept coming back to him like a memory, he still remembers how soft and gentle the kiss was and how Y/n held him close.

He feels himself blush and shakes the image out of his head. He only kissed him as a way to help with his panic attack, helping him breath again. But now, he doesn’t know what to do for the next few days out now that he’s kissed his Professor and confessed to him about his feelings. He for sure, can never share a room with him again.

They spent majority of their day watching movies and shows until the teens all fell asleep in the living room. Steve tells them that it’s best to let them sleep here then sending them to their rooms so, Eddie helps out with covering them up and making sure they are comfortable before turning off the tv.

“Hey, Dustin and I usually shared rooms, do you want to share the room tonight or would you like to be on your own?” Steve asks, standing next to Eddie as he watched him help Dustin remove his hat. “I uh, I can take a room on my own if that’s alright?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll be sleeping alone too, taking advantage since these little brats will be sleeping here.” Steve whispers with a grin as he tiptoes away from the kids. Eddie stays behind for a bit before making his way upstairs, before he can enter the empty room that Dustin slept in he’s quick to remember that he left his stuff inside Y/n’s room.

“Dammit.” Eddie glanced at the door behind him, the nearest one to the stairs. He stares at it for a few seconds before making up his mind on getting his Stuff. If he wants to sleep comfortable he’s gonna have to get his clothes back.

Trudging over he knocks on the door, giving it two light knocks before it’s swung open. Revealing a shirtless Y/n who only wore some sweats. Eddie doesn’t notice that he’s staring, he expected Y/n to have a little muscle, maybe, but instead he was lean. He did look fit but it was hidden underneath his clothes.

“I just came to get my stuff.” He mumbled, pointing to the bag next to the closet. Y/n nods and let’s Eddie inside, closing the door behind him as he focused on his own task, getting the bed ready for himself.

Eddie focuses on packing up his clothes and shoving it inside the duffel bag, ignore the movements Y/n made behind him. Hearing him shuffle next to him as he holds out on of Eddie’s shirts to him. “Don’t forget this.” He says in a soft tone, the same tone that Eddie fell in love with when he first stepped inside his classroom.

Eddie looks over and takes the shirt from him hand. “Thank you.” He politely says, shoving it inside his bag too.

The two remain silent while Eddie continued to pack away.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.”

Eddie froze at his words. Zipping up his bag and coming to a stand, turning to face Y/n. “How come?” He has a feeling that he’s the reasoning as to why he’s leaving. He must’ve freaked him out with his confession that he’s leaving town.

“Because you’ll be here after your camping trip and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me around. So, I’m gonna let Steve know tomorrow that I’ll be leaving—find myself another place to stay for the summer.” Y/n removes the covers from his bed, sitting down and rubbing his eyes.

“You can’t just leave, I won’t be here after I get back I’ll be in my room at a motel. If I can find one.” Eddie should’ve booked a room ahead of time but after today he won’t be lucky enough to find a room soon. He’ll probably have to stay here with Steve if he allows him too or else he’ll have to go further out of town just to find himself a place to stay for the month.

“Besides, I’ve already told you that you don’t make me uncomfortable it’s me who makes you uncomfortable—“

“Who said you made me uncomfortable?” Y/n raises a brow.

Eddie shrugs. “I thought you did after I confessed.”

Y/n is up from the bed, walking over to Eddie and startling the poor man as he chuckles. “I was never uncomfortable around you. Don’t you want my honesty, Eddie?” There standing face to face, their chests brushing against each other as Eddie breaths heavily.

“Every time we spent together in my office I enjoyed every minute of it. I liked listening to you talk about your friends, who I finally met, and the way you spoke about your future. I enjoyed those talks, I’ve never told anyone about my family since were complicated and not that interesting but you sat back and listened to me ramble about my annoying brother and how my parents treated us like golden children.” Hs breaths out, leaning down to press their foreheads together. Eddie leans into the touch and swallows nervously.

“When I offered to grade your paper I was honestly hoping you would fail so that I could see you again. But, instead you passed and I knew that I’d never talk to you again and that you’ll be graduating next year.” He brushes their noses together. “Then I saw you again—standing at Steve’s doorstep. I didn’t know if I should’ve been excited to see you or to continue pretending.”

Eddie was taking it all in, hearing his own confessions and truths. He didn’t know how to feel, he imagined that they could be a thing one day but he always told himself that it would never happen. He was a student and he was his professor, if anyone found out about them it could end things. Eddie could be seen as a freak or an outcast again and Y/n—fuck. Y/n could end up losing his whole career all because he wanted to be with him.

“Eddie.” Y/n whispers, his hand trailing up his side and giving it a soft squeeze, he was caged in again. The wall against his back and his chest against Y/n’s, he could feel his heartbeat, if he was quiet enough he swears he could hear it.

“As much as I want too we can’t.” Eddie shakes his head, placing his hand on his wrist and pulling him away. “I can’t be the one to ruin everything for you.”

Y/n groans, taking Eddie by the wrist and pulling him froward causing him to yelp in surprise as he shoved down on the bed, y/n hovering over him. “For you I’ll risk anything.”

Eddie blushes, looking away flustered and not knowing what to say.

He hears Y/n chuckle. “Look at you all flustered, you can’t even look at me in the eyes.”

Eddie groans, pulling away from his grip. “That’s enough.” He tries to get his but is shoved back down. “I’m serious.” Y/n’s voice is stern. “I want this, I want us.” His fingers graze against his jaw, placing his hand against his cheek as he stroked his thumb over his lips. Eddie shudders, staring up at him.

“Can I ask one thing.” Eddie sighs, closing his eyes. “Why?”

Y/n placed a small kiss against the corner of his mouth and mumbled. “Because you’re you. I’ll always love you for that.”

Eddie was afraid of what he might say. It was the most selfish thing Eddie could do, but he leans forward and kissed Y/n clumsily but ardently, over and over again.

At first, Y/n resisted, teasing him. But as Y/n moved then up the bed, his hand underneath Eddie’s bottom as he carried him further up the bed before dropping him down he finally dives down to capture Eddie slips into a heated kiss. It’s terrifying how much Eddie frowns deeply into it. Biting and sucking each others lips, exploring mouths. Y/n’s knee finds it’s way perfectly between the brunets legs, his hands hold his shoulders, keeping him in place.

Soon enough they run out of air, and Y/n pulls away. Panting, he stares at those brown eyes in front of him. Then it clicks. Suddenly sad eyes at staring back at him, he panics and pulls Eddie close with his arm wrapped around him and holding him near. He feels Eddie bury his face into his neck as he final sobs, letting go of all the years full of loneliness and desperation. Eddie didn’t know how to process things feelings, he was kissed this way before and he’s never had anyone like him. Being the towns ‘freak’ caused him to lose a lot of confidence in himself, no one ever spoke to him or even glanced an eye. He was outcast, an outsider and that’s all he was.

So, to be held by someone who actually wanted him for him was causing him to break down. Eddie was letting himself go, letting out these feelings that he kept hidden for years.

He feels Y/n’s fingers run through his hair, holding him in his arms as he whispered soft words to him. “It’s alright, just take your time.” He whispered, lying them down properly with Y/n on the left side, holding Eddie close and placing soft kisses on his head. Eddies grip around him for stronger, afraid that this was all in his head, that he was dreaming and will probably wake up soon with him lying in an empty bed.

“I’m here.” Y/n whispered. “You can talk to me or not talk to me, but I’m here.”

The reassurances was enough for Eddie to know that this was real and that he wouldn’t wake up alone.

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#male reader #eddie munson #Eddie Munson x male reader #stranger things x male reader #stranger things #jospeh quinn #angst #slow burn #professor x male reader #Professor AU #AU #second part #Professor x student

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hazmatazz · 11 months

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speedrunning byler soulmate au ideas (long post)

au where you're able to see where your soulmate is hurt physically as it's marked on your body.

miwi + lonnie. when will is in the upside down. mike or will immediately going to the other when they know they're hurt. mike or will being sad they can't help the other when will is in lenora.

half of a quote on eachother.

mike having "together" tatted on him and thinking it's a different phrase while will has "crazy" and knows what's up. "it's not my fault" can apply to mike with how he's sometimes at fault for things he didn't do + "that you don't like girls" little will struggling with that

There's a marker on your skin the first time you touch your soulmate

Mike and Will have matching prints on their palm from where they met (hc they shook hands). or, mike gave will a hug so he's always surrounded by his love

your soulmark is the most recent drawing your soulmate has made for you

will loves making grand drawings because then he can see his dragon trailing up mike's back or a bouquet of flowers covering his forearm (he always looks so pretty). will with little doodled hearts littering his skin because mike stole his homework and drew hearts all over it (imagine one lands on his mole and mike traces it amused). miwi...mike always getting excited... mike always loves his art and it's even better seeing will's love on his skin. them not getting new drawings because will is in lenora or mike getting a heart shield randomly with no context (him kicking his feet knowing will is still drawing for him)

sharing a dream space

miwi playing like kids there. sharing kisses and moments there because it's where they're the safest (hidden. also imagine miwi first kisses there). maybe when will is in lenora and mike is in hawkins and they're not talking they avoid eachother in their dreams

soulmate's birthday is tatted on you

hurts will more that mike has forgotten his birthday. maybe, birthdaygate, the tattoo has disappeared (maybe...mike forgets will is his soulmate like birthdaygate)

everytime your soulmate lies it's written on you

mike assumes because he has like literally nothing on him that his soulmate is el. when it comes out that el lied while in lenora he's surprised to find nothing on him. the entire monolog will gave him is tattooed on his back (he's super distressed about that. maybe eventually he gets a tattoo done that changes the wording so it's what will wanted to say instead)

first words your soulmate say to you appears on your 15th (?) birthday

will knows that his soulmate is mike immediately "do you want to be friends". mike gets a simple "yes" on his wrist which doesn't help him at. all. will keeps from mike his words

the music your soulmate is listening to/singing in stuck in your head

mike only hears should i stay or should i go when will is missing (while he likes knowing will is alive hearing his shakily recite the song haunts him). will being excited his soulmate is listening to smalltown boy, the gayest song ever, on repeat.

if your soulmate loses something it ends up in your possession

will/mike returning the items in school. mike/will cherishing the iteams they get when will is in lenora/mike is in hawkins. will painting the items mike loses (making mike try to purposefully lose things)

you feel warmer when you're close to your soulmate and colder when far away

mike knows something is wrong in s1 ep1 when he suddenly feels frigid. mike and will being constantly cold when will is in lenora. will and mike meeting up in winter and being soooo warm <3

they share a book/can write on eachother's skin

i think they should be both in love with their soulmates but also in love with eachother outside of knowing the other is their soulmate. like jealous of the other's soulmates and shit <3. also domestic byler writing shopping lists or love notes <3<3

#asked the byler discord server for ideas and they said soulmate au so why not #byler #byler au #stranger things #babble

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years

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Come Hell or High Water.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Y/N and Eddie come up with “Dare Cards” that can be redeemed at any point before graduation, but they only get three each. What will each of those cards be used for? Read to find out…

Warnings: This story is filled with just fun shenanigans all the way from start to the end of dare # 4. After then? It’s full of angst and a lot of cussing/sadness, so read at your own risk. There’s no major character death, just the risk of it. Situations were taken from the show’s story but altered to have a happy ending for Eddie. This is just kinda fluffy/angsty content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty, be nice to me please <3.

Note/Request: Anonymous. “Hi! If your requests are still open - i have this idea. Eddie and reader are best friends and at the beginning of the year they came up with "dare cards". Basically it's like truth or dare but each has a certain number of cards that they can hand to the other whenever they want and dare them do to something and they cannot deny (example: reader handing a card to Eddie and daring him to address the whole cafeteria like in the scene). The reader uses the last card when they're in the upside down, daring Eddie to stay alive and eddie uses his to dare the reader to kiss him. (and please, reject canon, i need happy ending) Sorry if it's chaotic, hopefully it's understandable enough! Thank you.”

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“So, how many of these things do we get?” you ask, voice full of intrigue when Eddie was sat in the back of the library with you, explaining his new game that he came up with for the two of you.

“I’d say maybe three should be good. We can always come up with more if we run out too quickly.” Eddie explains, cards splayed out across the table in front of you both whilst he grins.

Eddie had just finished explaining these new “Dare Cards” that you both were going to use whenever you felt like it to keep your senior year interesting. You each got three cards, and you could trade them in with the other person to get them to do whatever you wanted. A few rules: Nothing illegal, nothing against the other person’s morals, nothing that would put the other person in harm’s way, and no one else could be included in your dare.

You agreed to the terms as it sounded like it could be a blast. They weren’t really cards as such, they were just six of your flash cards that Eddie had stolen and scribbled “DARE CARD” across them. Pocketing your three whilst he did the same for his own, smug grin on his face whilst you both shook hands to agree to the deal.

“This is gonna be fun… Shit.” He snorts a laugh.

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Dare #1

You were sitting at lunch with your friends in the Hellfire Club, the room was loud, and you were becoming jaded from the amount of annoyance that the jocks and cheerleaders brought you. Every single day was the same, the basketball team would be harassing some poor kid for lunch money or just for their own amusement, and the cheerleaders would be making snide comments about anyone who walks past them. Unfortunately, due to the nature of High School, a lot of the drama and attention was directed to your group of friends, everyone seemed to have a problem with the nerds who stuck together and minded their own business. It didn’t take long for you to hit your limit, especially when Jason walked past your table, bumping into Eddie intentionally and mumbling a not so subtle “Freak” to him before going to sit with his fellow meatheads.

Screwing your brows together in pure disgust at the unadulterated sight of Jason coming in close contact with your best friend, Eddie wasn’t even phased by his words. You were. Looking to Eddie, you fetched one of the cards from your pocket and slam it on the table in front of him, making him jump slightly at the sudden noise. His gaze flickering from the card to your face, then back down to the card, brow raising in question as he wanted you to explain what the dare was. Arms folding across his chest as he leant back on his chair slightly to give you space to announce the dare to his eager ears.

“I dare you to work your Munson Charm and piss off that dickhead.”

Snatching the card from the table, he pockets it with pride before clearing his throat and crackling his ring clad knuckles, he was going to look forward to stirring the pot, it was more of an honour and privilege rather than a dare.

Hopping up onto the table like he owned the place, he’s grinning with pride as suddenly all attention was on him, voice projecting towards Jason even though he would look at each clique’s table in turn whilst he called them out.

“We’re the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game, but as long as you’re into band or science or… parties…” Eddie altered his voice to become an octave higher and far more nasaly, causing your table to snicker and someone from the other table to flip Eddie off, “or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!” Eddie cupped his lips and projected his voice right at Jason, smirking as the blonde rose to his feet and tried to act tough.

“You want something, freak?!” Jason threatened.

Eddie moved his hands to either side of his head, poking out his index fingers like horns and sticking out his tongue, impersonating the devil with an accompanying growling noise, causing your table to burst into laughter whilst Jason seemed more pissed off than before.

“Prick…” he mumbled, sitting back with his jocks, and ignoring Eddie entirely.

“It’s forced conformity, that’s what’s killing the kids,” Eddie yells out the last part of his sentence, spooking those around him and causing them to shuffle away from him faster than before, he sits back down, shoving some pretzels into his mouth, “that’s the real monster.”

You shake your head from side to side in disbelief that he actually spoke up like that, you’re unsure why you’re surprised as it was both in his nature and a dare he had to comply with anyway.

Eddie reaches out his hand in your direction, instigating a subtle fist bump before winking at you, you just roll your eyes with a fond smile and continue eating your lunch together.

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Dare #2

Dustin and Mike dropped into their seats with a miserable look on their faces at the start of the latest Hellfire Club meetup, both of them avoiding looking directly at the older members as they weren’t having a good day.

“Anyone gonna tell me why you two look like that, or?” Eddie queried.

They huff, looking at one another before Dustin caved and took one for the team, sitting up and looking over at Eddie with a sad little look on his face,

“Jason and Patrick stole our Walkie Talkie earlier…” he frowned, looking down at his hands as stammered through his words.

They had pinned both Dustin and Mike up against their lockers earlier, mocked them and made sure to steal their Walkie Talkie before walking off to basketball practise. They were used to having names hurled their way, but physical assault and robbery were situations they didn't want to get used to experiencing.

Eddie was seething, no one laid hands on his friends. He rose to his feet, kicking his chair back behind him and out of the way with such intensity that it screeched across the floorboards. Looking around for less than a second before his gaze landed upon one of the rusty wrenches that was left behind by some janitor at some point. Swiping it, he’s wielding it like a weapon and already a little red in the face with anger.

“Where are those useless sons of bitches?!” he demanded.

Dustin and Mike were on edge, they didn’t usually see Eddie get like this, not really. Sure, he might get a bit peeved during a game or annoyed at something someone said, but this rage? That was new to them. Quick on his feet, Dustin stood and raised his hands out towards Eddie apprehensively, doing his best to calm him down.

“Eddie… Eddie, relax… It’s okay… Don’t do anything stupid, you won’t be able to graduate if you’re caught smashing their faces in!” Dustin pleaded, causing Eddie to close his eyes and intake a long and deep breath before letting the wrench clammer loudly on the table as he dropped it.

“Where’s Y/N?” he demanded, to which they quickly explained that you were in your after-school art club until six pm.

Without a warning, Eddie stormed off out of the Hellfire Club meeting, down the hall in the direction of your club, leaving a small collection of confused nerds starting blindly into the direction Eddie had travelled in, unsure on what his plan was.

“Y/N? Get out here, now.” His voice was serious, having already captured the attention of the room as he slammed the door open, causing it to bounce against the inside wall. You rarely saw him like this, so put down your paints, excused yourself and rushed out to the hall to speak with him.

“What’s wron—” was all you could get out before Eddie spoke over you, pacing back and forth in front of you as he’s putting his hands behind his head to try and calm down.

“Henderson and Wheeler got mugged by that prick Jason… They stole their Walkie Talkie. I was going to knock some sense into him but I can’t risk getting suspended, can you—”

It was your turn to interrupt “Eddie, I am not going to beat up some jocks?! What do you think this is,--” he interrupted tou again.

“Jesus Christ, no! I’m not asking you to do that?! I was going to cash in my dare card and get you to sneak in and steal it back from them! Its in their changing room locker apparently and they’re at practise so I need you to snatch it back!” Eddie huffed, turning to face you.

Eyes wide, you let out a soft “oh…” before realising that he needed you for your stealth and not for your muscle, nodding in agreement with a silent understanding that he would trade the card at a later date.

“I’m gonna go back to the group, meet us when you have the device. Thank you, and good luck.” He states, marching back in the direction he came from, leaving you a little shell shocked in the process.

You immediately scurry off in the direction of the gym, the sound of shoes screeching on the flooring paired with various guys’ names being called inside solidified the fact that they were still busy. That bought you a little time to break into the lockers and get the device back for your younger friends. Sneaking into the changing rooms, you hold your nose and gag a little at the smell, gross. Boys were gross. Tiptoeing around the corner until you get to the locker with Jason’s name on it, pulling out a bobby pin from your hair and bending it about slightly, checking over your shoulder every couple of seconds as you picked the lock.

“Yes!” you squeal, before silently cursing yourself for being so loud, the padlock falling to the floor as you jiggle the handle, cranking the door open to the locker. Thankfully the device was sat beside his pile of clothes, you snatched it up and slammed the locker closed. On second thought, you ripped the door back open and stole all of Jason’s clean clothes in the process. Slamming the door shut again before scurrying out of the locker room and back down the hall to Hellfire, heart pounding in your chest as you ran.

Colliding with the door, you stumble into the room with red cheeks and a light sweat on your forehead, panting with a tired smile on your face as you held the walkie talkie triumphantly in the air.

“Someone looking for this?” you tease, happily passing it over to Henderson as he repeatedly thanked you for returning it, only giving you a weird look when he noticed the bundle of clothes under your arm.

“Uh… Whose clothes are they?” he questioned.

“Jason’s. Consider y’all even.” You smiled, dumping Jason’s clothing in the janitor’s closet attached to the room, a place he would never think to find them.

“Well played, Y/L/N. Well played.” Eddie just looked at you with such pride, clapping his hands together slowly and smirking at you.

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Dare #3

“Pleeeeeease Eddie, please….” You pleaded, a big childish pout on your face as you held out the magazine clipping in your hands, showing him that Kate Bush was going on tour and would be coming to Hawkins.

“No, Y/N.” he said simply, shaking his head in between sipping at his chocolate milk, he had no interest in taking you to see this concert.

“Please… You’re the only one old enough to come with me that has their own car, please…. Eddie. C’mon, please!” you beg, looking at him with wide eyes.

He glanced up at you, lifting just one brow before his stern expression showed that he wasn’t going to be changing his mind, at least not willingly.

“No, I don’t even like that music.” He said simply, shrugging.

“What you listen to isn’t music! It’s just angry guitar sounds!” you whine, slamming the magazine down on the counter in front of him like a spoiled child of some kind.

“What would you call music then, hm?!” he challenged.

“Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles, music! Real music!” you cry out in frustration, voice becoming higher as you became more stressed out by Eddie’s judgemental gaze.

Snatching up a cassette tape nearby that had Metallica’s album cover on the front, shaking it in front of your face in annoyance “This is music!” Eddie yelled, voice cracking as he did so.

You both stare at each other for a couple seconds, breathing heavily as you’d seemingly met the crescendo of the argument. Sitting back in your seats, folding your arms across your chest whilst Eddie did the same, sat in silence until you find yourself smirking.

“I dare you to come to the Kate Bush concert with me.” You say, reaching into your nearby bag and tugging out your second Dare Card, slamming it on the table on top of the magazine. Only one card remained in your possession after this, so you needed to use it wisely.

“Son of a bitch!” Eddie cries out, face falling into his hands in defeat.

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Dare #4

Eddie was doodling on the back of your forearm whilst he was zoned out and beyond bored during Math class, his ballpoint pen drawing bats on your skin, ones that almost perfectly resemble his own tattoo. A smile present on your face as you watched him draw, his tongue poking out as he was laser focused on getting them right.

“Looking good, Munson.” You teased, admiring his work whilst he sat back and gave his nod of approval.

“You should get it tattooed.” He mutters, not thinking much of it.

“Oh yeah? And with what money, hm?” you challenge, he knew that both of you were broke high school students, you didn’t have the funds to go to a reputable parlour and get tattoos professionally done.

“I can do it?” he offers, looking up at you before attempting to seem interested in whatever the teacher was rambling on about.

“Wait, really?” you ask.

He nods, he had the equipment back at his trailer, it wasn’t exactly up to code or maybe even legal, but he could get the job done. You seem unsure, not sold on the idea of being tattooed, especially by someone without their license, not wanting to get an infection or even worse, punished by your parents.

“I dare you..” he announces in a soft song-like voice, causing you to grunt out in disapproval at his timing of using that card.

“Ugh, fine!” you cave, focusing on the class until the bell rung.

Back at his trailer after school, Eddie had tied his bandana around his head to keep the hair away from his eyes, ratty old gloves on his hands as you were sat at his dining room table. A mess of ink and paper towels thrown about the place as your arm was extended towards him and he had stencilled the design onto your forearm.

“You sure about this?” he asks, seeing you with your eyes closed and head tilted back, clearly you weren’t relaxed in the slightest. But you nod, a dare is a dare, giving him the go ahead as he started up the machine, the dull buzzing filled the room as he leant in, doing the first couple lines.

You hiss and wince at the scratching pain it brought to your skin, trying your best to stay as still as possible whilst he took your tattoo virginity, the only saving grace about this being that you would match with your best friend. A little lightheaded as time went on, doing your best to distract yourself as he finished up the design, wiping your arm clean and covering it in wrap to keep it clean.

“All done” he announces proudly, you tilt your head down and look at the design on your arm. It was a little wobbly, but it was cute. It was a cute tattoo and had a nice story to go alongside with it, you didn’t regret your decision in the slightest.

“Okay. That’s actually pretty cute…” you confessed, a smug grin on his lips as he packed away the machine and washed his hands once he was done.

“Thank you, m’lady.” Eddie smiles.

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Dare #5

Things had gotten crazy since you and Eddie last played the dare game, like… Really crazy. An alternative dimension opening up and people being cursed and murdered in the sky level of crazy. It’s safe to say that your little game wasn’t priority right now, having way more life-threatening things you had to deal with as a community. Like at present? You were currently in the Upside Down with Steve, Nancy, Eddie, and your new friend Robin, and earlier? You were communicating to Dustin, Lucas, and Erica through the god damn lights.

You had already had to dive headfirst into Water Gate, fight off a swarm of demon bats (those of which attacked Steve so badly that he was limping about with a chunk taken out of his side) and almost got crushed to death each time the earth shook and sent rocks and rubble flying all overt the place. Let’s just say, it wasn’t an ideal time to bring up your little game right now.

After Dustin, the little genius, worked out that there would be a portal at every murder site, you and the gang hauled ass and pedalled over to Eddie’s alternate trailer as fast as you possibly could. One by one, you climbed the sheets up into the ceiling, falling through the portal and landing safely on the mattress the other side. You all hugged and rejoiced in the fact you were safe before gearing up the next portion of the plan. Weapons. Y’all needed weapons.

It all ramped up from there. You hotwired an RV, drove across Hawkins, got all the weapons you could possibly imagine, drove back across town, made a plan, climbed back through the portal and this is where you currently were. Dressed head to toe in battle gear, weapons in each hand as your group stood in a circle, tensions were high, and you had to be smart about this. You knew your role, you were to split off with Steve, Nancy, and Robin, you had to fight and kill Vecna. Eddie and Dustin were going to become the diversion to buy you more time, that was the plan.

Right as the group started to part ways, you felt a horrible twinge in the pit of your stomach. Excusing yourself with the promise of being quick, you rushed off back towards Dustin and Eddie, voice a little shaken and tears in your eyes. Grabbing Eddie, you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders and hide your face in his neck, squeezing him impossibly tight before pulling away.

“I dare you to successfully distract the bats and then come back through this portal a hero, do you hear me, Munson?” you demanded, a few tears slipping down your face as he looks at you.

Brought into his arms, you let out a few sniffles as he held you close, accepting the dare and promising to come back to you in one piece the second this was over. You whisper a “be careful…” into his ear before you part ways, pulling away at the last possible second to have one last glimpse at him before you run back to Steve and the girls. You had a mission to complete after all…

Whilst you were off fighting Venca, Eddie and Dustin were distracting the bats away from your group, so they didn’t attack. Standing on top of the RV, Eddie shredded an impressive guitar solo of Master of Puppets by Metallica, all the bats swarming their way as planned. It didn’t take long, but the guy’s traded instruments for weapons and charged full force down into the safety of the RV. Bats swarming now, they rushed to the portal as Dustin successfully climbed through, Eddie started to climb before deciding against it and dropping back down, swiping the sheets clean off and severing the ties between the dimensions.

“Eddie, what are you doing?!” Dustin screamed, eyes full of tears.

“Buying some more time…” he confessed, grabbing his weapons again and charging out of the RV on his bike, Dustin screaming protests in the background as Eddie persevered.

Whilst this was going on, your group had successfully defeated Vecna, freeing those in his possession from the wretched curse, all battered and bruised as you stumbled one by one back to the portal. Clueless as to the shambles that had occurred in your absence, calling on the walkie talkie to try and get Dustin to fill you in on what’s going on, heart racing as Eddie and Dustin were nowhere to be seen.

Dustin had slithered back into the Upside Down in hopes of rescuing Eddie, screaming, and crying as he fought off the swarm of bats in aid of his defenceless friend who was bleeding out on the floor.

“Stay back, assholes! Get out of here!” he screamed, pain in his voice as Eddie was coughing up blood just mere steps away from him. Swinging his sword and stabbing any bat that dared to come near him, it’s only when you had broken the curse that the bats retreated. Dustin had a moment of silence to assess the situation, dropping to his knees and trying to help Eddie up from the floor.

“Oh, thank god…” Dustin whimpered when he saw that Eddie was still breathing, eyes darting all over his body as he tried to get a gauge of the damage, “shit…” he mumbled.

“That bad, huh?” Eddie asks, sputtering up blood as he spoke.

“No, no, you’re gonna be fine, we just need to get you to a hospital, okay?” Dustin stuttered, doing his best to help the older guy at least sit up, causing him to wince and curse in pain.

After a moment’s silence, the pair looked at each other, both crying as Eddie tried his best to force a weak smile.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?” he mumbled.

“No, you didn’t run…” Dustin’s voice breaking, shaking his head.

“You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?” he sputtered, breathing heavily as he tried to fight through the pain that ripped through his body.

“No, you’re gonna do that yourself…” Dustin argued, shaking beside him.

“Nah, man. Say I’m gonna look after them. Say it” Eddie insisted.

After a couple of seconds, Dustin caved, his voice full of heartbreak as he mumbled “I’m gonna look after them…” to Eddie.

Eddie looked up at him, wide eyed and broken smile on his face as he gasped a little, “Good, this is it. I’m actually gonna graduate… I think its my year Henderson, its finally my year…” he took a breath, looking into the eyes of Dustin as he sighed, “I love you man..”

“I love you too.” Dustin whispered as Eddie slowly faded away in his arms, causing the younger boy to burst into tears, repeatedly calling out his name and trying his best to shake him and keep him conscious.

Looking around hopelessly for anything or anyone to help him, struggling to find any sort of solution, causing him to hiccup through his sobs.

“Dustin?! Eddie?!” Steve screamed out, stopping in his tracks at the sight of Henderson sobbing on the ground and holding Eddie, sprinting the best he could towards the pair to offer assistance.

Together they fumbled to lift Eddie’s unconscious body from the floor, wincing in pain as they were all covered in cuts and bruises, soaking their clothing in blood as they went. Steve somehow mustered up the strength to carry Eddie over his shoulder back towards the trailer, not giving letting himself think too much of it, working on pure adrenaline.

Dustin ran ahead, looking for anything they could find that would make it easier to get Eddie back through the portal, screaming for you and the other girls to get them to help. They manged to find a ladder from the garage and propped it up so that Steve could ascend the ladder carrying Eddie, and you and the girls could climb up the other end and stumble to take the weight of the body back through to Hawkins.

Once you were all through the other side, Steve rushed to grab the van, helping you all get into the car along with making sure Eddie was held as he sped all the way to the hospital. You were all in tears, obviously, Eddie’s head in your lap as you cried over him, your face buried in his hair as you kept your fingers against the side of his throat to make sure he always had a pulse. It was weak, but it was there.

“I dared you to stay alive… Don’t leave me now, please…” you silently beg to him, even though he can’t hear you. Sobbing into his hair whilst pressing kisses to his forehead, unable to do anything but fear the worst.

At the hospital, Robin ran inside with Nancy and grabbed as many nurses as they possibly could, they came bundling out with various stretchers and aid to get you all inside. Robin and Nancy just had a few scrapes and cuts cleaned up, you had your ankle bandaged up as you had sprained it when you fell earlier on, Dustin was currently being looked at, Steve had had his torso numbed whilst he received stitches and Eddie was in emergency surgery.

Your small group waited in the waiting room for hours and hours, pacing and recalling the night, all of you either in tears or hysterics from the pain and the adrenaline. Worried about Eddie and just praying to whatever twisted God that was out there, that he would pull through.

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Dare #6

“Y/N?” Eddie croaked, voice raw and almost inaudible.

Your head snapped up in shock, wide eyed as you saw the broken man lying in his hospital bed, chained up to all these various machines that beeped annoyingly. It had been a couple of weeks since the incident and Eddie had been unconscious ever since, stable, but unconscious. He required a lot of surgery, so he had been put into a medically induced coma to ensure he had the best chance at fighting this. He was going to be covered in scars for the rest of his life, but no one cared about that, he was alive and that was all that mattered to anyone.

Rushing over to his bedside, you grasp his hand and squeeze it. Partially to comfort him, but mostly to convince yourself that this was real. Pressing an abundance of kisses to the back of his hand as you sniffle.

“E-Eddie…” you sigh, bursting into tears once again before bringing him into a tight hug, it’s only when he coughs and winces that you back off slightly. Still holding him, just reminding yourself that he was going to be fragile for a while.

“Hey, Y/L/N…” he mumbles, doing his best to hug you back but it was clear he was in too much pain for that, you didn’t blame him.

“Oh my god, thank god you’re okay.. You had me so worried, I thought… You were lifeless in my arms, Eddie, I thought I lost you.” You whimper pathetically as you recall him being slumped and bleeding out in your lap.

“You dared me to stay alive, what did you expect?” he attempts to joke.

“Not fucking funny, Munson. What the hell were you playing at?! You knew the plan, you made up the plan, why the fuck did you run back out there and do such a god damn stupid thing?!” all of the emotions were bubbling over. Rage, fear, relief, everything came out at once as you had to bite your tongue to avoid cursing him out.

“I was buying more time…” he defended.

“You could have died, Eddie!” you yelled, the room fell silent.

“You could have died. Okay? And Henderson and Harrington could have died too trying to get back out there and save you, what the hell were you thinking?” you ask, voice cold.

It took a couple of minutes before he answered you, looking at him for the first time since you had raised your voice, his face looked broken and devastated.

“Henderson came to get me?” his eyes filling with tears.

“Yes, Eddie! He came running to your defence the second you were in trouble, do you not remember that?” you question.

Shaking his head, he bites down on the side of his thumb, eyes canning the room as he avoided looking your way. “I… The last thing I remember is being eaten alive by bats….” He winces at the memory.

“He’s still traumatised by it. He came rushing out to save you, you fell limp in his arms, and he thought you had died. He thought he had just watched his big brother die in his arms.” You heard Eddie sniffle at that.

“I just… I didn’t want to run anymore, you know? I was trying to help… I was trying to be a hero like I always wanted to have the guts to be…” voice full of regret as he mumbled.

“You will always be a hero to that kid, Eddie! He worships you, but my god, don’t you ever do something that stupid ever again, you hear me? He needs you! We all need you! I… I need you…” you feel the tears threatening to bubble over once again, his hand delicately squeezing your palm to comfort you.

“Hey… Look at me.” He whispers, you eventually get the courage to look up at him, he offers you a weak smile as he squeezes your hand once more, “I’m sorry, okay? I really thought I was doing a good thing, and I’m sorry… I promise, no more being the hero, yeah?”

A weak laugh comes from you both as you drop his hand in favour of wrapping him in another hug, squeezing him tight and this time he didn’t protest it.

“I’ve never been happier to hear those words” you mumble, squeezing him close and hiding your face in the curve of his neck whilst he tried to weakly hold you close for a hug.

“Y’know, I have one more card…” Eddie said, voice soft as you pulled back to look at him, “Can I cash that in now?”

“Right now?” you ask in disbelief, wiping your wet cheeks with the back of your hand to clear away some of the tears, not understanding why he could be thinking of a silly game at a time like this. He’s nodding his head to show that he was serious, so you sigh and make it known that he can say it.

“I dare you to kiss me” he says bluntly, causing you to let out a noise that can only be described as pure confusion and shock.

“E-Excuse me?” you whisper, not grasping where this came from.

“Please… I just… I nearly lost you, you know? I can’t have that happen again, I can’t… I can’t put you through that again… I just want to be able to protect you, care for you, keep you safe and make sure you feel loved and needed. I want to make you feel the way that you make me feel, Y/N. Please… Please, just let me kiss you.” He rambled.

It was a spur of the moment thing, simply grabbing his cheeks in your hands and slamming your lips together in a desperate and passionate kiss, a kiss that showed you had missed him, that you needed him, that you loved him. A kiss that showed him that he was home. He was safe.

He winced from the cut lip, and you winced from slightly bashing your noses together but neither of you cared or stopped the kiss, it caused you both to break down crying as you were overcome with emotions as you reconnected. Resting your foreheads together as you were short of breath, doing more sobbing than kissing, keeping your hands on his face to make sure he couldn’t slip away again.

“I fucking love you, Y/N Y/L/N.” he whispered proudly.

Without missing a beat, you whisper back “I love you too.”

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Rating: Explicit Word Count: 497 "Look at you," Louis groaned, hand quickening its pace on his cock as he stared down at Harry, the man's eyes flicking up to meet Louis' from his position on the floor, "You're practically gagging for it, aren't you?"

Share a Single Bed (and tell each other what we dream about)

Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 340 "You're warm, don't leave me," he whined, attempting to pull his pillow back down. He heard a chuckle in response as a hand started to caress his hair, prompting a pleased sound from him as he pushed his head into the touch, much like a cat would. OR The one where Harry wakes up in Louis' bed demanding cuddles.

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life

Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 358 words Vows and a kiss to seal the deal

Lips so good I forget my name

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 828 words Harry hummed in contemplation as he moved to palm himself through his briefs, "Do you think you've deserved it, Lou? Hmm?" At Louis' sound of protest, Harry swiftly moved the microphone back to the older man's mouth causing him to moan as he wrapped his lips around it again. "Because I don't think you have. I think you love your microphone too much to suck on anything else." Harry's words elicited a moan from Louis as his hips bucked up instinctively. Or Louis needs to give up control in the bedroom sometimes, until he doesn't.

Friends Don't Know The Way You Taste

Rating: Mature Word Count: 255 Louis has had enough of Harry calling them friends.

Let Me Be Your Last First Kiss

Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 279 Harry wonders why people think he and Louis are dating.

Always You for @hellolovers13

Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 922 “You heading home, mate?” Liam asked as the movie ended. softly nudging Zayn to wake him up. “Is it alright if I just kip here, Payno?” Louis answered, taking a sip of his beer as he stretched his legs out, having been sitting on them for the majority of the movie. “You sure, Lou? You’re only down the hall and I’m sure Harry’d be worried if you didn’t come home?” “Nah, I'm sure he'll be just fine by himself for one night. Besides, I’m pretty sure Nick’s over there.” Louis drawled, finishing off his beer as he searched his pockets for his phone. Liam winced at the bitter tone in his friend’s voice. Or, Louis calls his ex on Valentine's Day.

Let Me Inside

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 286 Louis gets a surprise visit from his alpha in the shower.

A Man's Best Friend for @itsnotreal

Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 693 Clifford pulls the leash out of Louis' hand and winds up getting caught by a curly haired stranger.

I Want You Here With Me (Like How I Pictured It)

Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 345 "I just- Everyone was there and- and they were all happy and in love and I just- I needed to get out of there, Lou." Harry sniffled, wrapping his coat closer to himself as he trudged down the street. "It's not fair. It's not fair that they all get to be happy and in love and have their partners with them when I can't be with you." OR The one where Harry misses Louis

Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

I got me an appetite, now I can taste it for @aotvfilm

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 935 "Haz, are you sure about this? I don't want to hurt you, love." Louis asked, hovering over Harry's chest. "Lou..." the omega whined, bringing his hands to the alpha's butt in an attempt to bring him closer. "You won't hurt me." "Are you sure?" Louis asked again, staying rooted in his position until he was sure he wouldn't hurt the omega. "I'm sure," Harry whined, moving his hands to the top of Louis' thights. "How about this? If I'm uncomfortable in any way, I'll tap you twice, like this, okay?" The omega demonstrated the movement for Louis, tapping twice on the alpha's upper thight OR Louis and Harry try something new in the bedroom.

They Don't Know About Us: A Christmas Series

for @alwayshazandlou

To Find A Love That Feels This Right

Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1136 When Harry had agreed to attend the Payne's Red Carpet Gala, he had no idea he'd bump into his celebrity crush, or that his celebrity crush was even more attractive in person. A Christmas Fic filled with laughter, love and light.

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two idiots | eddie munson x reader

summary: it's movie night, halloween is coming up, and two idiots are hopelessly in love.

a/n: hi there lovelies! sorry its been a few days since my last post. i just want to say a massive thank you for all the love! this is just a silly one, major fluff warnings. also i've been struggling wit a bit of burnout recently, but this is such a cute idea i couldnt not at least try and write it. hope you enjoy!

Family Video was quiet, save for a few stragglers wandering the isles at the back of the store. Robin was manning the counter, her head in her hands as she struggled to stay awake, caught in the drone of the eight hour shift delirium. Despite her valiant fighting, sleep was beginning to take over as her only source of entertainment was stuck sorting through videos in the back.

However, the liminal silence that haunted downtown Hawkins was quickly broken as the front door swung open. Dustin marched in first with Eddie following close behind, the pair caught in a heated debate about their next DnD campaign; pausing only to offer their hellos to Robin. Behind them, half-listening to the squabbling of the pair in front of her was Y/n. Robin perked up a little, offering a tired grin as Y/n leant against the counter, mirroring Robin with her head in her hands. “How long have they been like that?” Y/n’s eyes peeked out from behind her eyes, exhaustion from school and the incessant argument clouding their usual warm glow. “Pretty much since we left school. I’m hoping they shut up for the movie, although who knows…last time we watched Little Shop of Horrors they sang all the way through it…bless them.” Y/n cast a small smile over her shoulder to Eddie, her annoyed gaze softening as she watched him wind up Dustin. He had his arm thrown around the kids shoulder, whispering to him, probably trying to sway his movie choice to one of his favourites like Ferris Bueller or Beetlejuice. A laugh escaped her as Dustin pushed Eddie away by his face, insisting ‘he could choose his own movie’.

“I see your busy as ever.” Y/n’s teasing brought a faux frown to Robins face as she pushed her arm, rolling her eyes simultaneously as she looked around at the deserted video shop. “My usual entertainment is stuck in the back…speaking of, wheres dingus numero dos?”

As if on command, Eddie appeared by Y/n’s side. His arms automatically worming around her waist, his head resting on top of hers as he pulled her so her back was against his chest. “Movie night Buckley, Henderson’s turn to choose though. Hopefully it’s better than that yuck fest my girl here made us watch last time.” Eddie’s head moved to the side, smiling as angelic as the devil could. “Hey! Don’t think i didn’t catch you crying by the end, Munson.” The couple stuck their tongues out at one another, soon breaking into laughter as they both noticed Robin’s disgusted face. “I know you idiots are in love, but can you please keep the cutesy stuff to a minimum? I think my heart might vomit.”

The couple responded in tandem, tongues out and scrunching their eyes shut with furrowed brows. Robin countered through mime, acting out violently vomiting her guts out whilst Eddie lead Y/n over to the sci-fi section. Halloween was fast approaching and the couple were notorious within their little freaky family for having the best costumes in all of Hawkins, maybe even Indiana. Y/n has suggested going as Columbia and Eddie (as in Meatloaf) from Rocky Horror which Eddie wasn’t totally opposed to. But he had some other plans which of course included Dustin.

Eddie had spent weeks thinking of the right costume, finally settling on it a few days prior after their cinema date. Y/n had been begging to do a vampire theme, only settling with Rocky Horror because it was his favourite. She was always doing that, putting others wants and needs in front of her own. It’s what had got her caught up in all the mess with the Upside Down, what had brought her and Eddie together. He had wanted to do something special for her, and he knew how much Dustin meant to her. The kid was basically her little brother, he had thought they actually were siblings when they met.

She had burst into the drama class, glasses slipping off the end of her nose and wearing scuffed sneakers. Dustin had actually yelped, gathering up his things as whilst she glared at him. “I know this club means a bunch but thats the second time this week Dusty? We’ve already missed the trailers and Steve isn’t gonna wait for us for..ever” Eddie had already been standing, his eyes felt like they were gonna pop out of his head as she offered a small smile. “Sorry to barge in but we’ve got a date with David Bowie.” Dustin had offered a sorry as he ran out the class, not bothering to wait for Y/n that had lingered, caught under something she couldnt quite place. Eddie had moved to stand in front of Y/n, towering over her as the rest of Hellfire watched. “Henderson never mentioned he had a pretty older sister” He was weird, Y/n had always known it. The two had sort of been friends but that was too long ago for either of them to remember. “That’s probably because I’m his babysitter, dingus.”

Back in Family Video, Eddie and Y/n browsed the isles. Eddie was paying more attention to Y/n, his eyes watching her whisper the films titles, hands sliding over the glossy covers. Everything about her pulled him in, resulting in him constantly having some kind of contact most of the time. Today he had his pinky locked with hers, letting her drag him along as something new caught her attention. “So…yknow we were thinking about costumes?” Y/n nodded, her attention still not quite on Eddie as she read the blurb for some new tacky rom-com. “I know we always do couples, but why not add in a…not add in but i have a fun idea but it needs three of us.”

Dustin and Robin were watching from the counter, adding their own commentary to the pair. “I mean she’s literally got him by the pinky, Munson is quite literally wrapped around her finger.” Steve had finally appeared from the back store room, his comment making Robin and Dustin jump. Robin sighed, head in her hands once more, no longer having the energy to watch the happy couple. “How do you put up with this all the time Henderson?” Dustin offered a smile, patting Robin on the head before continuing to watch the unwitting show in front of him. “Still no joy then?”

“Nope, not a single iota, not even dingus numero uno could help, its hopeless.”

“Speaking of hopeless.” Steve motioned towards the couple, a small smile growing on his face.

Y/n had known for a while that Eddie wanted to include Dustin on their Halloween costume plans, but the opportunity to tease the boy was too good to resist. “Are you, Steve and Dusty finally going as the three stooges?” Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at Eddie’s deadpan face, standing on tiptoe to smash his face before wandering a bit further away, egging him on. “Y’know that movie we saw a few weeks back?” Y/n nodded, letting Eddie pull her back towards him. “You mean the one we were almost late for because you forgot?” That pulled a groan from Eddie, sent his eyes rolling as he frowned down at his beautiful but frustrating girlfriend. “When will you let that go? Anyway, i was thinking and me, you and Dustin would be perfect for Michael, Star and Sam? If you want…of course…if its dumb..” Eddie was cut off as he noticed the bright grin, the love soaked stare that had taken over Y/n. “We are so winning costume of the year, in your face Buckley!”

Before she could stop him, Eddie had picked her up, twirling her around, his hands tight on her waist as she giggled uncontrollably. “Did i ever tell you that i loved you?” Finally Eddie had set Y/n down, ruffling her hair once before before squishing her face in his hands. “Only every five minutes!” Dustin answered, his grin falling as Eddie raised an eyebrow. Already racing towards him as Dustin hauled ass to the back of the store. Y/n chased after them, laughter taking the air from her lungs as she offered a smile to Steve and Robin.

“Those two are idiots.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #dustin henderson #steve harrington #joseph quinn x reader #fluff #robin buckley #major fluff

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