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patchworkgargoyle · 11 months

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Booty 🌿

Steve has a plan, and Eddie falls for it. || read on ao3

Here it finally is, folks! My first smut for the ST fandom. I hope you like it!! Inspired by this post.

WC: ~4.8k || E || CW: Unsafe sex

“Please, Eddie?”

“Are you insane, Steve? It’s hotter than Satan’s taint out there, you cannot expect me to peel myself off this couch.”

Eddie heard a frustrated sigh and a small thud, imagining that Steve had let his head drop on the wall by his phone. “Yeah, I’m aware, I’m sweating buckets right now. But I gotta have the car fixed before tomorrow, I promised Claudia I’d pick up Dustin from the bus station and I can’t do that if it won’t start.”

Thing was, Eddie did kinda want to go and help him, heatwave be damned. They’d grown close in the months since spring break and despite his previous misgivings Eddie had gotten to like Steve. More than he should, really. He can’t help it if his queer little heart does a jig every time he manages to make Steve laugh in that eye-crinkling, head-tipped-back kind of way. Got good at it too, which made Eddie feel a great deal of selfish pride. And if he can’t take his eyes off the long lines of Steve’s mole-dotted neck, that’s his own business.

But this was something else. As soon as Steve called to ask if Eddie would help fix the Bimmer he couldn’t get the thought of him–sweaty and greasy and bent over the open hood of the car, his hair falling just so and lip bitten between his teeth in concentration–out of his dirty little mind. The things he’d want to do. It did as much to convince Eddie to go as it did to make him want to keep his distance.

He was a weak man, however.

“Fine. Alright. But you’d better make it worth my time, I’m risking my pale, un-sunburnt ass for this.”

Steve snorted. “Don’t worry, I will,” he said blandly.

They hung up after Eddie promised to be there in a few minutes, and he rolled off of the couch with a melodramatic groan. Moving in the muggy heat trapped inside the trailer sucked, but he wasn’t going to back out. Steve had sounded so relieved when he’d said goodbye that it gave Eddie enough pep to lurch his way to the kitchen to grab a few cold beers before scrambling into his van. He appreciated his own forethought when he burned his hand on the door handle and could hold a cold bottle against the spot. Fucking summer.

Parking in the Harringtons’ driveway, he spotted the Bimmer pulled halfway into the garage, the front shaded by the overhang in what must be an attempt to avoid the worst of the sunlight. The hood was popped open, but Eddie couldn’t see Steve.

“Ohh Stevie!” he sang, “your knight in shining armour has arrived!” He heard something thunk from the garage but got no response, so he wandered inside, trying to peer around the hood. “I come bearing gifts but they’re gonna get–”

Wheels squeaked from below and Eddie looked down, only to be treated to the sight of Steve’s legs, long and hairy and sprawled open, flexing as he dragged himself out from under the car on the creeper and revealing more inches of mouth-watering thighs. He was–oh fuck, Steve was wearing the tiniest cut-off jean shorts Eddie had ever seen, the fabric of the pockets poking out from under the frayed hems. They were tight, too, hugging his hips and, god, his bulge. The white tank top Steve wore had ridden up, too, exposing the trail of hair that dipped below the fucking shorts, but Eddie followed it up, along the grease stains and the swell of his pecs to Steve’s grinning face.

“...Hot.” Eddie’s voice cracked around the word.

“What was that?” Steve asked.

Clearing his throat, Eddie said, “The beer, it’s uh, gonna get hot.” Somehow he managed to not sound like he was choking on his own drool while Steve still stared up at him from the ground, a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. There was a slight smear of dirt across his cheek and Eddie wanted to lick it off.

“You know where the fridge is, Eddie, if you’re that worried.”

“Nah, you look like you need a break. Get up here,” he said, waggling the bottle over Steve’s face. Steve chuckled but finally stood and relieved Eddie of the misery of seeing Steve on his back and not having been the one to put him there.

He popped the caps off with the bottle opener on his keychain, and Steve took his with a ‘thank you,’ downing half in a few gulps. Eddie distracted himself from the sight of Steve’s throat bobbing by peering over at the engine.

“So what’s the issue, doc?”

Steve pulled away from the bottle with a soft popping sound from his pink lips and a gasp. “Dunno yet. That’s why I called you,” he said, leaning on the car beside Eddie. “Oil and battery are fine, spark plugs look good too.”

“She been making a sputtering kind of sound recently? Could be the throttle.”

“Nah, no weird noises.”

Eddie hummed, then set his bottle aside. “Alright, let’s get underneath her then.” Lowering himself onto the creeper and sliding under the car, he said, “Could be a belt has finally busted. Got a flashlight?”

“Really need to ask that?” Steve’s voice got fainter as he walked a little ways away. “The kids insisted on a disaster preparedness kit after round two with the Upside Down.”

There was a tap on the wood under Eddie’s hip, and blindly he reached down to grab the flashlight Steve found. He tinkered around under the Bimmer, unable to wipe away the sweat that started to drip and stick his bangs to his forehead. But eventually he began to roll back out into open, but no less stupidly hot, air.

“Looks like everything’s shipshape, captain–” Eddie choked on his own words when he looked up and was met with a sight straight out of his wet dreams.

Steve stood over Eddie, his legs spread wide enough that Eddie had rolled right between them. If he sat down, Steve would be straddling Eddie’s hips, but that would deprive him of this new angle at which to admire all of Steve’s assets wrapped so tightly in frayed, lightwash denim. Mouth falling open, Eddie let out an eloquent, “Uhhh,” and Steve laughed, holding out his hand.

“Thought you’d like a hand,” Steve explained, smirking.

He took it without thinking and let Steve haul him off the creeper board and up to his feet. A kick, and Steve sent the board skittering away underneath the car, but Eddie barely winced at the noise. He was too busy standing so close to Steve that they breathed the same humid air. If he so much as swayed, their noses would bump together. Christ, Steve had pretty eyes, a bright, warm brown flecked with amber even in the shade of the garage and he swore he could see Steve’s pupils dilate the longer their gazes locked together.

“So, what were you saying?” Steve asked in a low tone. He tilted his head ever so slightly and those eyes held some kind of dare within them, one eyebrow ticked upward. Eddie couldn’t help swallowing, licking his lips, and Steve went from staring into Eddie’s eyes to down at his lips.

“Just saying that, that everything looked fine. Might, uh, might be the crankshaft or the–” Steve stepped forward just enough to bring their chests together, the back of Eddie’s knees hitting the bumper, and Eddie’s breath hitched, his voice cracking, “–the sensor.”

“Eddie.” The way Steve said his name sent a frisson of heat through Eddie, right to his dick, which was becoming a very obvious guest between them.

“Yeah, Stevie?” he whispered.

Broad, warm hands wrapped around Eddie’s slim hips. Steve worked a finger through a belt loop on each side and tugged, and Eddie realised he wasn’t the only one with a hard on when Steve’s pressed up against his own, pulling a hiss of pleasure from them both. Oh, shit. Leaning impossibly closer, Steve’s lips brushed against Eddie’s when he spoke. “I don’t care about the car right now.”

That snapped whatever faint, lingering reservations Eddie had. “Fuck, Stevie, please kiss m–” He didn’t even finish before Steve’s lips crashed into his, plush and hungry. It wasn’t long before Eddie began to nip and lick, his teeth drawing short, pleased noises from Steve’s mouth before he pulled back a scant inch.

“Fucking finally,” Steve said, and dove back in, biting back, making Eddie groan. His hands found their way to Steve’s sides, then, spurred on by Steve’s enthusiasm, he reached down and grabbed at his ass. His fingers wrapped under the hem and he yanked Steve’s hips in and up, rising to meet them.

Steve’s cock grinding against Eddie’s was a fucking revelation. From the way Steve’s mouth parted with a hot gasp, Eddie guessed he felt the same. “Hold on, baby,” he rasped, and using what leverage he had, Eddie hoisted Steve onto his lap, Steve’s knees spread and braced on the car. There was no way he could keep them there for long, but fuck it was hot, rutting their hips together while they kissed, wet and messy.

Eddie tasted the salt of his own sweat when Steve licked into his mouth and moaned, hands fisted into the denim in his grip, feeling more sweat beginning to drip down his back. The heat was stifling, but nothing compared to what started to grow in Eddie’s gut. One of Steve’s hands buried in his curls and pulled, had Eddie bucking up and whimpering around Steve’s tongue. He could come like this, dry humping on top of the Bimmer, lap full of Steve in those shorts, hands on his perfect ass, would’ve if the idea weren’t more embarrassing than hot.

“St-Steve, wait,” Eddie panted, whining again when Steve’s hand clenched in his hair again.

“Why’d you stop? Don’t wanna stop, Eddie,” Steve groaned, before a little more clarity seeped into him and he leaned back into his arms, concerned. “Or, shit, wait, is this okay?”

“God, fuck yes this is okay. Been thinking about this forever, man.” Steve smiled widely, verging on a little goofy, before ducking in and pressing open-mouthed kisses to Eddie’s throat. Eddie’s arms began to shake. His legs had long since begun to tremble. “But, hang on, ah, I’m gonna either drop you or come in my shorts in like two minutes if we don’t rethink this.”

All that did was make Steve start rocking into him again. “Hot,” he mumbled as he licked up a trail of sweat under Eddie’s jaw, making Eddie swear and tip his head back.

Eddie’s knees decided to buckle right then. They shouted, Eddie scrambled, locking Steve in his arms and getting his feet under himself before standing, his hands still hooked around Steve’s ass while Steve’s legs clung to his waist. Steve’s shocked expression likely matched Eddie’s, before he rested his forehead against Eddie’s and laughed so hard his body shook. Helpless, Eddie joined in, holding Steve close while their giggling faded out. But his arms were aching so, gently, he put Steve down.

“Do you wanna stop?” Steve asked. Eddie shook his head.

“You?” Steve shook his. “Thank fuck,” Eddie said. He ran his hands over Steve’s ass, over the crease of his thigh, the tips of his fingers tickling the hair on the back of his thighs before guiding him close again. “Didn’t wanna let you go now that I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Steve dove into Eddie’s mouth with a hungry groan. The slick sounds of their lips echoed in the garage. With a tug, Steve turned them around and backed up into the car, his hands wandering underneath Eddie’s cut up Iron Maiden tee and clutching at his sides, over the fresh demobat scars, nails digging in bluntly.

Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off Steve either. He pawed at whatever he could, finding the places that made Steve pant and hum into his mouth. But he wanted more, because Eddie has always been a bit greedy. One hand snaked its way around to cup Steve through the shorts that barely contained him, pressing his fingers around the hard outline of Steve’s cock and squeezing, rubbing. The low, raspy moan he got for his efforts made Eddie grin wolfishly.

Head lolling back, Steve breathed hard and rose to meet each stroke of Eddie’s palm. Eddie began to bite and suck his way down the strong line of Steve’s neck, biting every mole he could find. “E-Eddie, I want you to fuck me.”

The words made Eddie bite down just shy of too hard. Steve whined, and Eddie lapped at the spot in apology. “I wanna, I wanna so bad, Steve, but we’re fucking filthy, sweetheart,” he mumbled into Steve’s neck.

“Don’t need to do anything. I, mmh, prepared for this.”

Eddie pulled back to blink at him in disbelief. “You what?”

“I’ve been wanting this for months and nothing was working! So I just, made this as obvious as I fucking could.”

“Months?” Eddie’s jaw dropped when Steve gave him a look that managed to be both fond, flirty, and frustrated. “I could’ve been fucking you for months!?”

“Or I could’ve been fucking you.”

That idea, as sexy as it was, had to be pushed aside before it managed to make Eddie’s horny little brain leak out of his ears. “Putting a pin in that, that’s absolutely gonna happen, but I wanna revisit something. You prepared?”

Steve smirked. “Yeah,” he said, simple and cocky and so hot Eddie could combust. Eddie tried to capture Steve’s lips again but Steve stopped him with a firm hand against his chest, pushing Eddie back a few steps. Turning, he closed the hood of his car and instead of twisting back around to face Eddie, Steve leaned on his arms and arched his back.

Now that was a sight. Steve’s long, tan legs spread just so, one knee cocked to give a slight tilt to his hips. The firm, round swell of his ass peeking out under the denim that struggled to hold together. And right on the apex of those pretty, biteable, jean-clad cheeks: two dark, dirty handprints. There’s even the blackened imprint of fingers on Steve’s skin. Eddie’s fingers, Eddie’s hands. His cock twitched against his zipper and he moaned out, “Ohhh my god…”

Looking over his shoulder, Steve’s smug smirk grew, and he tilted his hips up a little further. “I know I look good, Munson, but are you gonna do something about it or what?”

Eddie stepped forward and draped himself along the expanse of Steve’s back, rutting his hips into Steve’s and making him hum sweetly. “Don’t have to get bratty about it, baby,” he said. He dragged his fingers along Steve’s sides, letting his nails catch on the soft texture of Steve’s scars before dipping down and popping his button open in one swift motion. “Tell me how you prepared.”

He felt the shiver his words evoked run down Steve’s spine. As he slid the zipper down and slid his hand in to find Steve had gone commando–both of them groaning when Eddie’s hand wrapped around Steve’s leaking, twitching cock–Eddie nuzzled into the dip between Steve’s ear and neck, inhaling the scent of his sweat and musk and the faint traces of a clean, fresh cologne valiantly hanging on.

“I, I got this toy. In Indy,” Steve gasped as Eddie pumped him, pulling his cock out as his hand sped up the more Steve spoke. “Worked myself open on it.”

“What’dya think of?” Eddie squeezed.

“You,” Steve keened, jerking into Eddie’s grip.

“Fuck. God. Alright, enough of this.” Standing, Eddie took his hand away and ignored the needy noise Steve made to instead yank the shorts down. Steve only bothered to step out of one leg, having to kick his foot when they got stuck on his shoe. It made his cheeks jiggle. Eddie couldn’t resist giving him a few taps just to watch it again before spreading those cheeks with his thumbs. More dirt smeared over Steve’s dewy skin, but that was only the opening act. The true star of the show glistened with lube and twitched under Eddie’s hungry stare, already loose and used and ready for him. He held himself back from burying his tongue in Steve’s hole, but just barely, letting out a low, hungry rumble instead.

Eddie couldn't move fast enough after that. He grappled with his belt, popped the button of his shorts and shoved them and his boxers out of the way enough for his cock to spring out without help. Then he stepped forward. Eddie let out a shuddering gasp when his aching cock met the searing heat of Steve’s taint and smeared precome along it, echoed when Steve sighed unsteadily as his head slipped up, up, up. Brushed over Steve’s hole once, twice, before catching on the rim.

“Please, Eddie,” Steve whined as he pushed back, and who was Eddie to deny such a pretty request?

He thrust forward and sank into Steve with a slick sound and such little resistance that Eddie’s jaw dropped open in a soundless moan, eyelids fluttering at the hot, wet clench of muscle around him. Another thrust and Steve groaned thickly, his head tilting back so Eddie could see how his bitten-red lips parted deliciously.

“Steve, you good? Please tell me you’re good. Fuck. I wanna fuck you so bad, you feel so good, hot, please Steve,” Eddie begged and rambled, his hands shaking with the need to grab and pull and take.

“If you don’t fucking start right now I’m leaving–”

That was all the permission Eddie needed.

He sank slowly past that ring of muscle and Eddie didn’t have the capacity to be embarrassed about the high-pitched, breathy whine that escaped him. Steve really had prepped, just loose enough and slick enough, but he still took his time. He wanted to savour this, the way he slid into Steve’s tight heat, how the feeling made his legs tremble and his stomach clench. Steve deserved the caution. At first, at least.

“Tell me,” Eddie demanded, needing to talk to distract from the sheer feeling of bliss of being enveloped by Steve. “Tell me about what you were thinking when you fucked yourself on that dildo.”

Steve’s head tilted back with a moan, his brows drawn together, and Eddie longed to bite and lick the strong column of his throat, but he didn’t want to get distracted. He wanted to know.

“I thought about your fingers, first. Those rings, fuck, they drive me nuts. Wish you’d worn them today.” Eddie gave his hips a firm squeeze, fingers spread wide to catch as much soft skin as he could, and grinned when he felt Steve clench around him and heard a stuttering breath.

“I’ll wear them next time, big boy. Wanna see how good they look when I’m jerking you off.” The appreciative groan caused by Eddie’s words was divine.

“God yes. Next time.”

Of course it was then that the phrase sunk in. Next time. Eddie hadn’t even noticed he’d said it but Steve repeating it had something other than raging hormones rising in his gut. He didn’t even have time to process the implication because Steve kept going, and started meeting Eddie’s thrusts with small movements of his own.

“Then I thought about your dick. Y’know, it’s so hard not to stare when you get out of the pool.”

“Did you?”

“Duh.” Steve shot a bitchy look over his shoulder. The usual power behind the look was lost in the bright red flush on his face. It completely fell apart when Eddie shifted and hit somewhere new, Steve’s mouth dropping open with a guttural noise that made Eddie’s cock twitch. “S-shit, it’s so perfect,” he said.

Steve’s head hung loose from his shoulders, forehead resting on the hood of the car, needy, lingering moans bouncing off the metal, breath and sweat condensing on it while Eddie inched further into him every time he slid out and pressed back in. With his palms on the Bimmer, Steve used the leverage to rock into Eddie, the muscles in his shoulders rippling under the white cotton tank starting to go translucent with sweat.

Watching his cock steadily disappear into Steve’s hole was addicting. He leaned back to get a better view of how he split Steve open between the grimy handprints he’d left on the globes of his ass, placed his hands there again and dug his nails in, making Steve’s hips jerk so that Eddie sank the rest of the way with a groan.

“God, Eddie,” Steve mumbled, “fuck, you feel so. So, uh, so good.”

“Y-you too, baby.” Eddie could barely form words. The tight pressure around his cock threatened to end things there and then, but Eddie closed his eyes and breathed, letting the fire and the urge and the want die down to a less immediate threat. But then he opened his eyes, saw how good they looked locked together, the way his darker thatch caught against the lighter brown hairs decorating Steve’s ass, both of them wet from the lube he’d pushed out of his hole, and jesus fucking christ he didn’t want, he needed.

Pulling out slowly and bracing Steve’s hips with a punishing grip was the only warning he gave before snapping forward with a loud grunt, the slap of damp skin a filthy echo in the garage. Steve cried out at the second hard thrust, choked off when Eddie kept going, his hips picking up speed.

“Good?” Eddie gasped. Nodding, Steve uttered a desperate, pleading ‘yes’ that made him fuck into Steve faster.

“Look so fucking hot, Steve,” he started babbling, his voice reedy with pleasure. “God, my handprints on you. Want ‘em to stain, be there forever.” Steve moaned and Eddie felt him tighten around his cock. “Like that, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, fuck, I do, I do!”

Eddie leaned forward, draped himself across Steve’s back, and the angle was so fucking good, so much better, and he knew he’d started pounding into Steve’s prostate by the way his gasps had turned into a delicious mix of thin moans and choked out grunts. Fucking him into the car, Eddie let his hands roam. He rucked up the tank top, watched as the last of the dirt on his hands smeared over Steve’s perfect, scarred skin like loving and greedy claw marks. Finding a nipple, he pinched and squeezed until Steve writhed and squirmed.

Then Steve reached up. Buried a hand into Eddie’s hair, grabbed a handful and pulled.

“Oh fuck!” Eddie whined, his hips stuttering, the pain mixing with pleasure and zinging down his spine.

Steve chuckled, unsteady and breathy but so self-satisfied. “Thought about this… for so long, Eddie.”

“Thinkin’ about me so much, sweetheart. I’m honoured. What, hah, what did you think about?” he asked into Steve’s neck, lips catching on his skin, tempting him to lick, to bite. He did, groaning at the taste of salt.

“This. On your couch, by the pool, my bed, anywhere. Been desperate for it.” Steve pulled Eddie closer by his hair while he bounced back on Eddie’s cock as if to prove it. “Or, shit, bending you over that throne of yours and fucking you into it.” Eddie let out a pitchy whimper and Steve cooed in a way that could’ve been condescending but instead made Eddie melt. “But now, now that I know the kinds of fucking sounds you make–t-there, yes–I wanna take you apart. Slow a-and gentle until you’re a mess–”

He cut himself off with a broken moan. Eddie’s hips kept up their brutal pace with short, sharp, hard thrusts, the sound of their sweat-slicked fucking and and the jingle of Eddie’s belt buckle filling the room. His brain was nothing but static. The image was stuck in a loop like the end of a record left to spin. Eddie heard a desperate, animalistic whine and realised it came from himself.

“Close, baby?” Steve asked. Eddie nodded frantically, his lips dragging through beads of sweat dripping down his neck. He’d been holding it off, the fraying coil threatening to snap, his balls aching as they slapped into Steve’s asscheeks.

“You?” Eddie wanted to beg for Steve to be ready.

“Getting there, just, don’t stop,” Steve gasped.

Twisting, Steve pulled Eddie down to catch his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, fingers tangled in his damp curls. Their tongues met sloppily. Shared panting breaths like trying to inhale each other. Eddie’s thrusts were starting to falter. He was going to shake apart at this rate. Might just shatter when he comes, the pressure and heat and need too much and so fucking perfect.

“Steve,” Eddie whined, and Steve’s eyes met his. “So good to me, Stevie, sweetheart. Feel so wet, fuckin’ beautiful. Nee–mmh–need you, need you to come, please baby, please.”

“Touch me,” Steve said, practically commanded, and Eddie wasted no time.

Spitting in his hand and hoping it was enough, Eddie wrapped his fingers around Steve’s dick, mixing his spit with the shocking amount of precome leaking from the head and spreading it over his length. Christ he was hung. Steve let out a relieved sigh, which Eddie swallowed, smashing their lips together again while fucking hard enough that he rocked Steve into his fist. Steve started making little ah, ah, ah noises. Next time–please let there actually be a next time–he’d worship this cock in the ways he wanted to, the ways Steve deserved, but for now he pumped him mercilessly. Then, then.

Steve seized, a full-body tremble ripping through him as he came, pulsing in Eddie’s hand as he tightened around Eddie’s cock and he was so fucking gorgeous, plush kissed-red lips open in a silent scream, so hot and tight and, and, and–

With a hoarse shout, Eddie came too, rutting helplessly into Steve as he rode out the sparking shockwaves that also had him shaking, the wet sounds between them even more obscene with Eddie’s come slicking the way. He finally stopped when Steve’s whimpers sounded a little too sharp. Breathing heavily, Eddie braced himself on the hood of the car on weak arms to keep himself from collapsing on top of Steve, only letting his head rest in the crook of Steve’s neck where he left one final, achingly gentle love bite.

“Okay?” he whispered.

“Mhmm,” Steve hummed contentedly, leaning his head against Eddie’s, their damp hair sticking together.

“Gonna pull out now, Stevie, okay?” When Steve just nodded lazily, Eddie slowly pulled out, both of them groaning at the feeling. And he couldn’t keep himself from parting Steve’s cheeks to see his come dribble out a little, feeling a great deal of pride and greedy satisfaction at the sight.

“Bit late to ask, but you’re still clean, right? After all those tests for the bat bites?” Steve asked, grimacing when he stood up. He was the perfect picture of debauchery, only wearing his rumpled, practically see-through tank top, socks, and shoes, with his hair a wild mess and sweat still dripping from his forehead. The dirty fingerprints and red marks starting to bloom on his neck and hips were Eddie’s favourite part.

“Yep, only time I’ll ever thank those shady government fuckers for poking me with all those needles.” Eddie grinned at Steve’s tired, but fond, chuckle.

Steve looked at the car with heavy-lidded eyes, then did a double-take. “Shit, I gotta wash that off.” There, on the shiny burgundy hood of the Bimmer, was the white splash of Steve’s come, stark against the dark colour. Eddie started cackling and Steve complained, “Dude, shut up, it’ll ruin the paint!”

“Gonna wash your car without these, Winnie the Pooh?” Eddie bent down to scoop up Steve’s shorts, dangling them from a finger. He laughed when Steve snatched them back with a glare that barely hid his begrudging smile. While he stepped back into them with a wince, Eddie said, “Interesting choice of clothing to work on your car, by the way.”

“Worked, though, didn’t it?”

“What?” Eddie’s eyes narrowed when Steve smiled innocently and shrugged before he wandered off to get a chamois towel and soap. And it clicked. “You planned this? You lured me in with slutty shorts?”

Tossing the towel up and catching it, Steve’s smile widened into something smug. “Yep.”

“Wait. Is the car even broken?”

Steve just offered Eddie another sly shrug and started wiping his come off the hood.

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deathbecomesthem · 5 months

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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | ~1.1K

+18 ONLY - there be smut below.

*self indulgent fic. Reader has an emotionally difficult job, Eddie helps her forget a bad day. I don't know, I wrote this for me.

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The day stretched out. Too long. Minutes ticked forward, then back, then forward again. It started out fine, the usual. Logged on, typed in your password once, twice, thrice, and then a final time. Right in a row, your screen filled up with the tasks of the day ready for you. Just the way you liked it.

And then it happened. You didn’t just read the words on the screen in front of your face, you understood them. In the middle of writing the Motion to the Court, you read the allegations and understood them. Not just understood, your mind took that understanding and turned them into images in your mind.

Your vivid imagination is a blessing most days, you can read a book and see the scenes in front of your face. You can conjure your own little stories in your mind, and watch them play out. It’s a gift, and you didn’t know that until you realized that not everyone has these miraculous images pop up in their heads when they read a book. Or listen to a song. Or think of a fun story.

But today, you think about the words in the work document, and the story plays out in front of you. You can’t shy away from your own brain, it’s inside of you. You think you shouldn’t anyway. You should let the scene play out, and let the feelings wash over you. You should do those things, because this isn’t a story. No, it’s real. So you take a moment to read. To understand. To see. And then you take a sip of your coffee, and move on to the next one.

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The good thing about the commute is that it requires no thought. Muscle memory leads the way- a left, a right, take the 4th exit on the roundabout, 4 miles later, you take a right, and then a left. 5th drive on the left, and your home. You think about nothing, you just let your body do the things that need to happen to get your car back to your place. You think about nothing until you see the van, and know he’s home.

A deep sigh, you kill the engine. You grab your bag and your lunch box. You grab your coffee mug and your water bottle. You put one foot in front of the other. You turn the key in the lock. You kick off your shoes and let your socked toes sink into the carpet as you make your way into the heart of your home.

“Hey, I got off work early today.” Eddie’s sitting on the couch with a bottle of beer in his hand. And, why not, it’s Friday evening. “We should go to that place you’ve been talking about. You know? The Korean place on Harvey?”

You think about this. Bowls of sizzling meat, chopsticks, and flavorful broth. Any other Friday, but not today. Your stomach betrays you with a small growl, it’s thinking about the warm food traveling down your throat and filling it up. Your stomach’s emptiness is small compared to the pit in your chest, though.

Your target is in sight, the man sitting with his legs spread on the couch at the center of the living room. You found that couch, in near perfect condition, on the side of the road a month before you and Eddie moved into your own place. You’d stored it in the garage at your parents’ place for 28 days. It’s brown, and the only blemish it had before the time spent in that cold garage on Cherry St. is a tiny hole in one of the arms where the previous owner laid her hand every night.

You lay your hand on that hole, and straddle your legs around the thin frame of your lover, still clothed in the poly cotton blend uniform that has a patch with his name stitched on the left breast. Your other hand runs along the seam of that patch. You’re looking at the white stitching against navy blue when you ask your question.

“Will you please fuck me, Eddie?” Your voice is wet, you didn’t know there were tears until you heard them. They slid down your cheeks, burning at the corners of your eyes as they escaped.

Eddie switches the beer to his other hand, and places it on the corner table at the end of the couch where that small hole in the arm resides. His thumb, still cold from the glass of that beer bottle, catches the tear of your left cheek as it tries to escape and land on your satin blouse.

“Yes.” He answers, a large palm at the back of your neck pulls you down to him so that he can kiss your neck. Kiss that spot below your left earlobe, tasting that salty runoff. He does not flinch from your grief, this is not new. It’s a part of you, a part of what you do.

“Then fucking do it,” you spit at him. His cock beneath you is hard and ready. He’ll fucking do it.

You’re ready to pull your blouse apart, let the buttons fall to the ground. Eddie takes care. Undoes one, two, three - and pulls it over your head. He wastes no time, the bra joins the blouse, $40, on the beige carpet at your feet.

Eddie’s teeth find your shoulder. The bite is anything but gentle, the pain a welcome sensation. You are here, you are marked. A whine escapes your mouth, and his teeth sink into your flesh deeper. His hips rock up so that you can feel his hunger.

You’re on your back, the ridges of the second hand couch pressing into the bare skin of your back. Your pantyhose and underwear have joined the blouse and bra on the floor. The skit stays today. That’s fine, you think, as he pushes the fabric up around your hips.

“Please, Eddie. Please, fuck me.” Your hips rock against open air while he’s peeling the layers of polyester and cotton fabric off of his skin. You can smell the oil, the stuff that keeps the machines on the floor of the factory moving. You think Eddie can’t smell that anymore, but you can. It smells like your man.

Eddie’s hand comes down hard on your aching cunt, a slap that sends a jolt of pain through your body. Throbbing pleasure at your center. It’s right, just right. You gasp, and roll your hips again.

“You want me to fuck you?” Eddie asks, his cock is in his hand now. It’s swollen and leaking. You think about the way it would feel in your mouth, silky smooth skin. Salty, thick, and him. “Ok, baby, I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna make you forget.”

Eddie doesn’t take his time, he thrusts himself into you fully with one hard thrust. It’s hard enough that the top of your head is pressed against the arm of the couch - the arm that has no holes.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you

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thursdaygxrls · 2 years

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nsfw headcanons with steve harrington, eddie munson, & jonathan byers

summary — just some nsfw headcanons (i literally just thought them up while going to sleep)

parings — steve harrington x fem!reader ; eddie munson x fem!reader ; jonathan byers x fem!reader

disclaimer — i do not own st or the st boys

warnings — smut. all kinds of smut. if you do not want to read smut, do not read this.

all nsfw under the cut!

steve harrington <3

i have absolutely no doubt in my mind that steve is a pleasure dom. season one steve may’ve had selfish tendencies in bed, but steve is thoroughly in it for your pleasure.

definitely loves giving head. like, loves it. i think he would like a blowjob here and there, but he definitely loves giving more than receiving, especially when you’re riding his face. he’ll cum in his pants from that but let’s move on

steve most definitely prefers to have sex in bed or in his car. maybe at skull rock, but that’s low key pushing it. for him, sex is an intimate thing that is shared between you and him in a place where you are both comfortable.

i also personally think his favorite position is any position where he is able to look at you, so mainly missionary. you on your back, your legs haphazardly wrapped around him while he clutches the headboard. sorry guys j imagining 😍😍

if i didn’t make it clear already, i think that with the right person (aka you), steve would take sex very seriously. it would be a romantic affair. your first time together would be very gentle. no matter how experienced you are, i feel like he would take great care with you.

this might be a good time to mention that he’s pretty vanilla. other than his pleasure dom tendencies, i don’t see him as the kinky type. he’ll most definitely try anything at least once, but he would most likely just want to stick to the good old-fashioned stuff.

i wanna suck his dick so bad. moving on!!

eddie munson <3

let me start with this: eddie is definitely a sub. at most a switch. he may seem like the type of guy to take control, but when all the sarcasm and bad-assery is put away for the day, he’s most definitely moaning ‘yes ma’am 😩’

pillow prince. pillow prince. pillow prince. of course, he’s concerned about your pleasure, but like … he’s horny.

definitely into some light bondage. would probably love it if his wrists were tied to his head posts while you sucked him off. his toes would be CURLEDDD.

he’s a titty sucker. it doesn’t matter how big they are, he wants them in his mouth. hear me out: you ride him while he sucks your tits. he’d love it.

i personally believe he prefers hand jobs over blowjobs. it’s something about the eye contact: your sweet smile as your hand pumps his cock. he’s cumming in 0.4 seconds.

most definitely into fucking in the woods or in his van. i feel like semi-public places are his favorite. he’s a thrill seeker for sure.

tug on his hair he’ll come quicker than you can say vecna

jonathan byers <3

as a disclaimer, all of these headcanons are for season 4 jonathan. he’s a greasy dweeb seasons 1-3, but now he’s a greasy stoner 😍

loves sloppy blowjobs. i can see him absolutely blown (lol) out of his mind, doesn’t know what to do with himself, shaking, toes sweating, fists clenched, knee deep in a wet, sloppy bj. he wouldn’t even be able to warn you before he’s cumming.

i really trying believe that he barely has any experience so anything you two do, paired with that fact that he’s high, is gonna be life changing for him.

loves when you ride him. it’s even better when you’re reverse cowgirl, because then he gets the perfect view of your ass. he loves anything where he has to put in as little effort as possible. that said, he would most definitely do doggy any time you’re not up for a ride.

if you’re not into weed, he’d totally respect that. if you are, though, my darling, you’re gonna be having a lot of high sex.

he’s probably going to want to have sex anywhere that is not his house, which means there is usually a car involved. while i do think he values privacy a lot, he just doesn’t feel comfortable having it at his house. made argyle let him borrow the pizza van to fuck in

honestly, i believe this man loves heated make out seshes and quickies the most. his hands under your shirt and your hands in his hair. a quick blowjob in the car before school.

never thought i’d want to fuck this man but here we are folks

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coquettexnightz · 7 months

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| Laughter In Fear |

- 18+ content, corruption kink, noncon, kinda smut, teasing, loss of virginity, bullying, experiment gone wrong. -

Jonathan kidnapped young Y/n Wayne, wanting desperately for Batman to appear. Jonathan had watched the sweet girl for years, taking pictures of her and pinning them to his wall. He wanted desperately to see what his fear toxin would do to her, if and how bad it would affect her.

So, as she was walking home after staying late at school that day, a van pulled up and a masked man yanked her into the van. She screamed and screamed until she passed out, all of the men having to hold her down till she did so. They cursed themselves and Jonathan upon seeing the cuts and bruises she had formed on their bodies. But they weren’t allowed to make one single mark on her, per Jonathan’s orders.

“She’s barely breathing.” Jonathan scoffed, carrying Y/n to a chair and shooing his men away. He grabbed his camera and set it up, clicking play. He’d make it perfect, just to send it on over the Batman himself. “Wakey, wakey, innocent Wayne girl.” He hummed, his fingers dancing along her pale, thin leg.

Goosebumps formed along her body as her eyes fluttered open. Jonathan had only bothered to tie her hands behind her on the chair, then her legs to the bottom legs of the chair. But he hadn’t taped her mouth shut…she whimpered, looking around frantically, completely missing the camera. She looked down at her clothing. Her jacket had been discarded, her white, polo shirt had all three of its buttons unbuttoned. Revealing her white, lace bralette. Her dark grey, pleated skirt was hitched up slightly, almost letting the camera catch sight of her panties. Then, her white socks that laid just below her knees were still there, but not her sleek, black flats. “Who—…” Jonathan cut her off.

“I’m here to teach you.” He hummed proudly as if he was doing a good deed.

“I— I don’t understand.” Y/n whimpered, catching sight of the camera. “Huh?” She cried out, trashing around once Jonathan began to undo the single button on the side of her skirt.

“It seems as though we may need to cut this off of you…” Jonathan winced, acting as if it was an accident as he glanced back at the camera smugly.

“Leave it. Please, leave it, please. Oh, please.” Y/n begged, trying her best to kick her frail legs around. Jonathan thought about sending this video out to everyone he could, so they would know that she would soon be his.

“No, baby. It’s okay, it must be so uncomfortable.” He gave her a teasing look, almost mocking her terrified state. “All we need to do is get you undressed, imagine you’re going to shower. You can’t shower with clothes on, can you?” He mocked.

Her eyebrows furrowed in utter obliviousness, shaking her head with a pout as if it was obvious. She knew nothing of what he was hinting toward. “But I’m not going to shower?” She almost questioned herself, jumping as he pulled out a pocket knife and cut a hole into the crotch of her skirt. Slipping his fingers through the hole and ripping the skirt in half, tossing it to the side.

“I did say, ‘imagine,’ didn’t I? Oh, look at these pretty little panties. I knew you were innocent.” Jonathan got onto his knees, spreading her thighs and leaning closer to her untouched pussy. “You see this, Batman? Will you come save this innocent baby girl?” Jonathan smirked back at the camera deviously, not missing how Y/n’s breath got caught in her throat as he mentioned the Batman. Only further confirming his suspicions.

He suddenly jumped up with a gasp, jogging over toward his fear toxin. He grabbed his mask and kneeled in front of the camera, sliding it over his head before swiftly turning around to face the scared school girl. She got ready to scream before Jonathan pounced forward and slipped two fingers between her plump lips.

“Now, relax. This may or may not hurt. It shouldn’t…but—! Who knows?” He giggled ecstatically. He used his free hand to spray the fear toxin, jumping back to stare at the awaiting masterpiece. He knew no one would hear if she screamed, but he worked himself up for nothing. She began crying, kicking her legs. Her eyes wider than ever, gasping and whimpering. Tears flowed down her cheeks, “Mommy?” She cried, staring up at the ceiling. “Daddy?” She then questioned, tilting her head back to rest on the chair. She quieted down, still whimpering to herself with her eyes closed.

But then, Jonathan thought he was losing his mind— more so than he already had. He almost thought that he heard her soft cries shift into a fit of extremely quiet giggles. But he brushed it off and gave the camera a slight questionable look. He assured himself that she was just crying. But then? The presumable quiet giggles turned into louder ones, taking her head off of the chair. She locked eyes with Jonathan and he smirked upon seeing her smile.

She broke into cynical laughter, then, Jonathan slowly did as well. He had broke her, she was corrupted by the fear toxin. Her fear had broken her, for she was now laughing at the thought. She looked into the camera, her laughter and Jonathan’s mixing together. Jonathan moved to sit on his knees beside her, giggling excitedly as he kissed her thigh. He began untying her legs from the chair, then her arms.

They were as if Joker and Harley Quinn had died and come back to life. But they were their own people, just laughing together despite the fact that they should have been enemies. “Oh, thank you. That did not feel pleasant at all.” Y/n sighed in content, both of their laughs dying down.

The rest of the video was spent in numerous spots of the room. Jonathan had Y/n on her knees, fucking her face, still clad in her panties and polo shirt. His eyes rolling to the back of his head, smirking and rolling his head backward in pleasure. Then, Jonathan was sat on the floor, Y/n bouncing on his hard cock. Their moans clouded the room, the camera at the perfect angle to the point where you could see Jonathan’s blood coated cock.

Y/n whined in pain and pleasure as she bounced endlessly, having just lost her virginity. The loud squelching of their juices was also caught by the camera, Jonathan moaned loudly with an open mouthed smile at the thought of the Batman practically pissing himself in anger at the realization that his innocent little sister had been driven to the brink of insanity.

—

Y/n could now be seen around Gotham, skipping down the dirty streets without a care in the world. No one but the Batman had seen that video…so far. All of Jonathan’s followers now respected Y/n just as much as Jonathan. He had made it clear that she was his and his only, they knew he was serious when Y/n cracked a joke. Due to their insane, synchronized laughter.

Y/n Wayne had yet to go back to her home, having no sense of need to see her brother. She spent all her time either with Jonathan or the Jokers girl, Harley Quinn. Which! Is who she was currently with, “Trust me, Wayne, honey. You wear this? You’ll be fucking like bunnies for years.” Harley cackled.

Y/n smirked, “Who says we aren’t already?” She giggled jokingly, even though she was serious.

“Oo. Bad girl.” Harley scolded, pointing at her new friend.

—

“He’s here.” Jonathan mumbled to the men and Y/n. She jumped up with a smile, leaning down to kiss Jonathan. He smirked and slid his hand into her button up school shirt that had only been buttoned by the single middle button. Leaving her stomach and breasts on full display, you could tell that she had been getting her fashion advice straight from Harley Quinn herself. Just as Jonathan always opted to wear his suits, Y/n continued to wear her school uniforms. Only, she sexualized them more than usual.

“Who?”

Jonathan pulled his hand out of his girlfriends hot pink push up bra and smiled as he looked up into the sky, holding her closer by grabbing her ass from under her skirt. “The Batman.” He replied excitedly.

Y/n laughed excitedly, jumping away from Jonathan and pacing restlessly. “Batman? Oh, Batman, where art thou Batman?” She hummed, gently grabbing Jonathan’s hand and hugging him.

Bruce watched his little sister from a far, his lip curling in disgust at the remembrance of that vile video Jonathan had created. A complete porno, with the plot of corrupting the innocent Wayne girl.

—

Everyone in Gotham now new that Bruce Wayne’s little sister had gone completely mad. With the help of Jonathan Crane, they were an infamous couple. Batman had caught the two and they were put into Arkham Asylum, both in straight jackets. Batman knew he shouldn’t have, but he ordered for them to be put in the same room. He knew his sister had attachment issues. If she was that close with Crane, she’d hate Bruce for separating them, if she ever got better.

So, now, as they were both being interrogated, they couldn’t take it serious. Leaning over and kissing each other the best they could despite their arms being restrained by the jacket.

After the whole useless interrogation, Jonathan whispered in Y/n’s ear, to which she nodded with a large smile. “Next time they bring us our lunch, tell them she’s eating for two.” Jonathan smirked, both of them bursting into laughter upon seeing the man’s shocked face. He immediately gathered his things and rushed out, still able to hear their laughter as he walked down the hall.

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A/n; If you spot any grammar or spelling mistakes, that’s my bad, I’m trying to post a couple things to empty out my drafts quickly.

#fanfiction #smut #jonathan crane #batman #corruption kink #experiment #loss of virginity #tw noncon #bullying #18+ content #thomas wayne #cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane smut #cillian murphy x reader

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munsonsprincess11111 · 4 months

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What now.

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: your Jim hoppers daughter and Eddie gets arrested by him. So you go down to the station to see him when hopper tells u. Keeping Eddie company while you wait for Wayne to bail him out.

You wake up Saturday morning going to the kitchen to make breakfast. Your dad comes walking out already dressed for work. "How was work-" You go to ask but get sut off by him taking your piece of toast and speaking.

"Munson boy was arrested by me at 10pm last night for speeding n having alcohol on him would've let him go if I didn't have Powell with me. He's at the station still you coming down or what." HE says eating while buttoning his chief shirt.

You stand there staring at your dad in shock. "Um yeah lemme get dressed." You say dropping the butter knife running to your bedroom. You hated when this happend. The thought of Eddie being sat cold n on his own.

You put on a pair of Eddie's grey sweats he left at yours once and a baggy tee then grabby a change of clothes for Eddie. For some reason the bot would give you his clothes cause he "loves you and wants you to have something so you feel safe when he's not around."

You get into the passenger side of your dad's vehicle and off he drives to the station. When you arrive Powells stood in the main bit and sees you. "NO. Nope. She can't be here." HE says trying to get hopper to make you leave.

"1) she's my kid. 2) I'm chief of police not you. 3) I Dont seem to give a fuck. 4) wheres the boy?" HE says looking Powell in the eyes. He then signals to the cells. Hop grabs the keys and leads you there. You arrive at a cell and see Eddie asleep in jeans and his keatger jacket on the uncomfortable bed. Hopper bangs his walkie against the bar which Eddie started awake to

"Rinse and shine dickhead you've got a visitor." Hop says smirking at Eddie when he falls off the bed.

"Thought people didn't get visitors when they were here. Unless it's Wayne here to kill me. If it is tell him I'm already dead?" Eddie says tryna sound cock not realising your stood behind your dad. You roll your eyes even though neither of the boys can see.

"OK fine common visitor let's get you in your way." Hop says walking off hand on your back. Then Eddie sees you.

"Fuck. Y/n hey babe. How are you?" HE says knowing your probably pissed.

"The fuck was you thinking speeding with beer in the van. N then getting cock to my fucking dad. Eddie you absolutely prick." You say looks frustrated. Eddie hold the bars putting his face in-between two and his arms through two other gaps. Putting his hands on your face.

"I wasn't drunk I did a beer run. N I didn't mean to speed. And I was bored." Eddie says running his thumb up the side of your face.

"As amusing as this is Eddie get off the bars n ill let her in." Hopper says approaching the lock. Eddie playfully throws himself to the back wall crossing his arms smirking. You enter and hopper locks the door behind you. "Don't do anything stupid I'm sat over there." HE said pointing a finger at Eddie before walking off.

Eddie walks over to you putting his arms around you pulling you in for a hug. You hug him back.

"Bought you change of clothes can't imagine Jens are comfy." You say golfing out sweats and a top for him. "Thanks princess." HE says kissing you sweetly. "Is anyone looking?" HE askes.

You giggle looking over your shoulder. "NO Eddie be quick." You say

The boy quickly drops his jeans kicking them behind him pulling the sweats up his legs. He notices you starring but doesn't say anything. He will tease you later. The he strips of his jackets and tee shirt. Sniffing the tee smirking and throwing it st your face. He laughs putting the fresh top as you throw the dirty one back at him.

"You stink." You say Pulling a face of disgust.

"I know you do but what do I?" HE says smugly. "Come sit on the floor." Eddie says dropping on the floor. You roll your eyes and ait next to him. His arm going around your shoulders and your head on his shoulder. "Thank you." HE mumbles kissing your head.

"For what?" You ask looking him in the eyes.

"Bringing me clean clothes. Sitting in here with me. Just everything. I love you." HE says kissing you softly. "I love you too." You mumble kissing him back.

Wayne soon arrives paying Eddie bail eith Eddie's stash of cash for moments like these.

"Alright munson your outta here." Hopper says unlocking the cell.

"Sweet." HE says standing up grabbing your hand snd pulling you up. You both walk out the cell holding hands. And Eddie holding his other clothes in his other hand. "Munson. Stop speeding when you onow you've got stuff your not allowed in the van for Christ's sake and y/n you can stay at Eddie tonight home by lunch time." Hopper says waving you both over to Wayne.

"Really Eddie." Wayne says looking annoyed.

"Whoops?" Eddie says but more like a question.

-one hour later-

"M telling ya if I knew he was out I wouldn't of swear baby." Eddie says walking into his bedroom holding his popcorn trying to defend himself about his situation.

"It's over now just be more careful." You say flopping on Eddie's bed crawling up to thr pillows. Eddie sets his popcorn on the bedside table jumping on you fo you kissing you passionately. The kiss escalates quick and sliding your (his) sweat pants down your legs when

BANG BANG BANG. on his bedroom door.

"DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT YOU 2 OR HOPPER WILL BE IN HERE ARRESTING YOU FOR WHAT YOUR ABOUT TO DO." Wayne shouts from the over side of the door.

"Kay." Eddie say not moving hearing his uncle foot steps get further away as he continues stripping you. "You still down?" HE askes kissing your neck. You nod and let out a quiet moan and he smirks into your neck.

"Good cause its gonna be a long night" he says grinding himself into your pussy that's covered by nothing as you wore no underwear that day. Eddie slides his trousers down his legs then his boxers leaving them around his thighs just incase. He puts the tip of his cock at your soppy hole.

"Ready?" HE askes as you nod. He slides in slow and you throw your head back. Eddie kisses you to stop you moaning loud. He starts to thrust in and out of you slowly. Your hands in his hair as he kisses you stopping both your moans.

His hands on your hips helping his thrusts so they wasn't to erratic. One of his hands goes under your shirt to your boob and he plays with your nipple between his thick fingers.

His thrusts are slow but deep hitting all the good spots. He slides his hand between your bodies slowing playing with your clit. You stangke a moan as he works his thrusts to playing with your clit making you feel like you was in heaven.

His mouth moves to your neck sucking and biting leaving dark marks. Then kissing the places he sucked and bite lightly. He removes jis hands from you propping himself on his forearms looking into your eyes.

"My pretty girl. Look so pretty like this hun. My cock deep inside you. Fuck I love you." HE says lowly. You clench around him ad your orgasm approaches. Eddie knows your body well enough to know when your gonna cum. "That's it baby let go cum for me." You bite own on his shoulder at his words and cum all over his cock.

Eddie thrusts slightly faster as you tighten from your orgams and cums after you dropping his head to your shoulder.

After coming down he looks you in the eyes and smiles hugging you. "I love you." HE says kissing you on the lips sweetly. "I love you too." You smile back into the kiss

"OH and by the way next time I'm gonna fuck you until you forget your name and only remember mine." HE says smirking so you knew you'd be getting it rough.

You slap his back playfully and he laughs. "Fucking freak" You giggle eing the only person who can call him that and him love it.

"Your fucking freak."

#eddie m #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #rockstar eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things

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stopitbehaveyourself · 19 days

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Kind of long. Ranting about the ST fandom because I need to get this out of my system.

What I'm about to say doesn't really matter as such, because there's about 5 people here who I've somewhat befriended here anyway. But I'm done with this fandom and the people in this fandom. Not all of them, but a lot of them anyway.

The hatred, the absurdity, the creepiness, the toxicity. It's too much. I got into this fandom because I adored jamie (and I still do. Always will.) I've never really met him but from what I've seen, he's sweet, kind, and REALLY TALENTED. So as much as I'll continue to follow him, I've decided to part ways with this fandom. Through the blog anyway. Maybe being a silent fan was always the better option, because having this blog (and a now inactive page on Instagram) has burst my bubble.

When I say this fandom, I mean the ST fandom as a whole. Not just the jamie fandom. Where do I even get started?

Hating Millie Bobby Brown for talking too much and being too loud and rude when she was a literal child. As if you guys were real mature kids who'd behave at a press conference if you played a big character in a big fucking show.

All the hate grace van dien recieved for simply addressing the chemistry she thought Chrissy had with Eddie. Calling her obsessed with joseph- her actual real life friend- on a blog/page dedicated to Joseph Quinn - who probably doesn't know you exist. Who's more obsessed here? You're allowed to have a celeb crush or simp over a fictional crush or whatever but learn to separate reality from fiction and stop hating and hurting real people over fictional characters.

Knowing Joseph Quinn is a private person and yet so many people disrespecting his privacy at any chance they get.

The hate Eduardo Franco gets for talking too much or for his looks.

And an endless list of toxic things in the jamie fandom alone. (I probably missed out on plenty other shit that happened in the ST fandom in general because I wasn't ever involved with it in detail)

Jamie being asked to sign a marriage certificate by a fan. Even if it was fake, if he says he's uncomfortable you STOP. Just because you paid for an autograph doesn't mean you're entitled to get whatever you ask for. He has the right to deny, and when he does, you respect his boundaries and back the fuck off. You don't ask him for a refund when he doesn't even handle that shit.

Overanalysing everything he/the person he is around says/does. Breaking news: everything a person does doesn't have to have a masterplan behind it. They're people. Let them fucking breathe.

Leaking his music even when he specifically asked not to. Support his work ethically maybe?

The recent hacking: Jamie specifically asked not to engage and yet people went on and engaged and were surprised when they got blocked. It's common sense that sending hate to a hacker won't actually make them stop hacking when they have the option to simply block you. By pissing the hacker off you only make Jamie's work more difficult. Sit back and let him handle things by himself maybe? He's an adult with a good enough team who can sort the hacking out for him.

Shipping characters, having a celebrity crush, indulging in fanfictions. It's normal. But keep it to yourself maybe? Nobody wants to see a stranger on the internet showing them their sexual fantasies with them. Try imagining yourself in his shoes, it's uncomfortable as fuck. He is too polite to point it out directly, but some of y'all don't get the fucking hint when he indirectly expresses his discomfort, do you? You pass it off as a joke.

I could specifically list down at least 5 more things but they'd be an attack to specific people and I don't want to get into an argument with anyone or genuinely attack anyone personally either.

All I'm saying is that this fandom is fucked. I miss the times I was oblivious to all the drama going on, but my bubble has burst now, and I can no more look at a video/post related to stranger things and not remember the negativity attached to it. I need to get my head clear at least for now. So I call quits. Maybe I'll return some day but I hope it's not anytime soon. It doesn't matter anyway, apart from the few friends I made here. But I had to say this. It was in my system for way too long.

Please don't spread hate x

#jamie bower #jamie campbell bower #stranger things #joseph quinn #grace van dien #eduardo franco #millie bobby brown #stop spreading hate #theyre people first and celebs later #touch some grass #maybe youll realise that theyre more than just fictional characters #these are real people with real feelings #maybe one day you will realise that if you dont like something you dont have to yell and hate about it #your choice is yours but dont impose it on others #keep your spiteful shit to yourself #respect boundaries

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amarriageoftrueminds · 2 months

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Steve's Favourite Paintings, Part 4.

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

Having already said Steve might be a fan of Van Gogh, it occurred to me recently that someone like Steve...

who grew up small and disabled, in Brooklyn,

frequenting the big nightlife hubs (of downtown, Sands St. BK and Coney Island)

who later worked with the kind of showgirls who would've been around in those areas ^

and/or who may have been a commercial artist himself

...would really vibe with someone like Toulouse Lautrec.

He was himself a visibly disabled artist, did commercial art (art nouveau, a style the Nazis hated), embraced queer imagery (in his famous 'bed' series), and was a big fan of working class Parisian showgirls and what Terry Pratchett calls 'Ladies of Negotiable Affection'. 😂

I also think Steve would like the social realism of (husband of Frida Kahlo) Diego Rivera. But particularly the fresco Man at the Crossroads:

Which was originally slated to be installed in the lobby of RCA Rockefeller Center in New York City in 1933.

It was criticised for having 'anti-capitalist propaganda' imagery in it (to which Rivera added a portrait of Lenin, LOL) ...and the Rockefellers decided to have it sabotaged / covered up before it could be finished.

There was a big public protest about this, in the New York art community. Steve would've been 15 at the time, but I imagine he might have participated, and would be delighted to find that the piece had been reproduced by Rivera, and that he still gets to see it in the future.

#long post #steve rogers #historically accurate stucky tag #steve meta #artist steve #art nerd steve #art #art history #dat's me #mcu meta #meta #mcu #painting #my meta

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littledarlingone · 1 year

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Steddie and Byler are so closely tied in my mind.

Somebody plz tell me if I’m completely late to the party here but like…

As much as Mike hates the guy, him and Steve are fundamentally the same. Of course, Mike is much nerdier and prone to bullying than Steve ever was, but at their core, they’re both just rich kids who don’t know how to be their own person. They’re both following in their parents footsteps—the polos, the button ups, the khakis…the American dream with a house and kids—and a girl. A nice girl.

And honestly Mike’s distain for Steve is even more compelling to me. Mike sees himself in Steve and he hates it.

Will and Eddie are of course different too, as far as mannerisms and interests go. BUT they share the same core character archetype—the freak. Not to mention the creative streak and the DND and the queer coding (or in Wills case, just blatant queerness.)

I also feel it’s important to point out just how similar Will and Eddie’s disappearances actually are, and the way the public talks about them when they’re gone. Think about it.

So. They’re alike, so what?

Well, let’s break down what happened in S4.

Mike reunites with El and Will in Lenora, and tries to patch things up with El, but ends up spending all of his time with Will and reconciling their relationship instead.

And all the while? El is spending her time in the memories of the lab with 001.

THEN. ALLLLL the way back in Hawkins, Steve is unraveling Vecna’s curse with Nancy and Eddie, and shows signs of wanting Nancy back (which is completely out of the blue, right? How weird!) Except he ends up spending alllll of his time!!!! With!!! Eddie!!! TALKING about Nancy!! The SAME way that Mike and Will are talking about El! And it serves to reconcile each of their misconceptions of who the other was in high school, under a safety blanket of heteronormativity. It’s a direct parallel to the van scene!

(And don’t even get me started on the failures to say I love you in both Mileven and Stancy!!)

Also what else do we remember happening in Hawkins? Nancy being pulled by Henry (001) into the memories of the lab…where Eleven has been the entire season. El and Nancy are the only two people to walk in Vecna’s mindscape without being under his curse…and why? Why connect them? And not just now.

Why dress El up in Nancy’s old clothes?

Why provide strikingly similar shots of them crawling out of the Upside Down?

Why make them both the girl that no one believes?

They are inherently tied (and tied with Joyce, but I seriously can’t get into that too this is getting so long) the way that Steve and Mike are, and Eddie and Will. It’s the love triangles, not just Steddie and Byler.

So now we’ve come to the last bit of this ramble, which is Eddie’s death.

There’s a lot of anxiety and controversy about what will happen between El, Mike and Will in S5, but we’ve already seen what is (supposedly) the older trios end—Eddie dies, and it ends because it cannot continue. There is no closure.

Wouldn’t it follow, then, that Will would die?

It’s scary, right? Eddie, much as we love him, was a fast-tracked version of what we have with Will. He was only a fraction and we got that upset. Imagine what losing Will would be like!

But here’s what I think. I think that Eddie dying—whether he remains dead or not—served as almost an extreme hypothetical. An ‘if your friends jumped off a cliff, would you do it too?’ Because Eddie jumped. Eddie chose his friends over himself. Eddie saw himself as a selfish coward, and decided that the only thing he was good for was helping others along. And it killed him.

And Will? He gave all of his love and work over to make El happy. Because he sees himself as a selfish coward, and decided that the only thing he’s good for is helping others along. Will jumped.

So yeah, Will could die. The self-sacrificing tendencies are there.

Except. Mike jumped off the cliff, too. Literally.

So. When two people are willing to die for each other, is it a weakness or a strength?

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slytherinn-xo Masterlist!

So this is my Masterlist! And where you can find ALLLLLLLLLL of my imagines, WOSO, WNBA and many things really! But here we go with it allllll!

Steph Catley St Alban's Local

Kyra Cooney Cross 'Oh No KYWA'

Danielle Van De Donk Swim Tryouts at 7:30

#caitlin clark x reader #jen beattie x reader #vivianne miedema x reader #woso x reader #kerstin casparij x reader #emily fox x reader #mapi leon x reader #lena oberdorf x reader #steph catley x reader #matildas x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #auswnt x reader #engwnt x reader #masterlist #woso #woso imagine

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There’s a Part of Me [ Eddie Munson x Reader ]

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR ST VOLUME 2!!!

Summary: You have to find a way to cope with what happened with Eddie.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, sadness

A/n: How is everyone holding up after episode 9?

MAIN MASTERLIST

You sat holding Eddie’s guitar pick necklace in your hands, twiddling it endlessly.

“Baby, Eddie, no please,” you sobbed as you and Dustin held him close, making sure he was comfortable in what you knew was going to be his last moments. “Why’d you have to stay?”

Eddie only smiled, “I didn’t run this time, right?”

Your eyes were blurry with tears and you could hear his throat filling with blood. “You didn’t.”

“I’m your hero now.”

“You always were.”

You wiped your eyes, not wanting to relive the horrid moment over again as Eddie’s lifeless eyes glimmered for one last time looking at you.

Standing from the Wheeler’s couch in the basement, you went outside where everyone else was packing the car full of donations. Everyone gave you sympathy looks and didn’t know if they should say anything to console you.

Dustin went to talk to you but you just shook your head, “Not right now, please.” He understood that you needed time and left it alone for the time being.

You grabbed a few boxes and set them in the car. However, a pizza van started driving towards the house and out came the rest of the crew, all relieved to see everyone. However, you didn’t wish to celebrate their return when you knew Eddie wasn’t coming home.

There wasn’t going to be a proper goodbye for you to lay Eddie to rest. He was left in the upside down and Steve and Robin had to drag you away from his body.

You reached into your back pocket, the folded note in your hand was the words you wished you could have said to Eddie. Debating on what to do, you took your bike and decided to find a secluded place to read the words out loud.

After a ten minute bike ride, you made it to the place where you and Eddie shared your first kiss. It was a place somewhat near the woods. A giant tree with a bench underneath where you both had sat.

Taking at seat, you took deep breaths to calm yourself down. You unfolded the letter and could already feel the tears welling into your eyes.

“Eddie, my love,” you said, a part of you hoping that wherever he was, he could hear you. Even if he couldn’t, you could at least try to find peace.

“I’m trying to imagine all the ways we could have stopped you. Maybe if I had let you go first on the rope before you cut it down.” Your voice was wavering, choking back the tears. “Maybe if we had better items to defend ourselves. Maybe if we had run together. You’d be here if you didn’t feel like you needed to be the hero…. You were already the hero in my eyes.”

A sob left your mouth before you could stop it. “Why’d you do it? I need you. We all do. I want you back so badly it hurts. I just want to hear your rambles about d&d or listen to your favorite bands… Have you come home.”

You had to stop for a breather or else you would start to break down. His big brown eyes kept haunting your mind and his blood stained teeth trying to smile made you feel sick to your stomach.

You continued on, knowing it would only help you to say your pain out loud instead of keeping it in. “A part of me was with you when you died. And I know I will never get that back. You were my world Eddie, I know I was yours. You would always brag about our relationship to everyone who was in hearing distance.” The memory of Eddie gushing about you to the Hellfire Club made your heart burn.

His voice was echoing in your head, the ghost of his laughter making everything in you wanting to scream out for him.

“I don’t know how I will go on without you. It seems like my world is now broken because of you dying. And I hate that no matter what people will blame you for what happened. They’ll never know you like we did.”

You only had two more sentences left but your heart ached and your eyes felt swollen from crying so much. “I love you, Eddie Munson. I always have and I always will.”

A few of your tears dropped onto the letter as you folded it back up again. Standing, you placed the letter to Eddie into a part of the tree where no one could see.

You stood there for a few seconds before leaving, knowing no matter what that Eddie would watch over you. He knew how much you loved him.

And he only went against the monsters to save you.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things 4 spoilers #stranger things 4

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HD fic recs : Draco!mpreg (part 2)

Here are a few more recs involving mpreg!Draco. This is part two of two and focuses on longer fics (more than 30k). Listed in alphabetical order, as always.

Anything But Ordinary by 0idontknow0 [37k]

“I got someone pregnant,” he said. “Draco Malfoy to be specific.”

Arms Wide Open: Hogwarts by Sita_Z [28k]

Harry did not expect his Eighth Year to involve any more investigations of abandoned bathrooms. Nor did he expect to come across Draco Malfoy there, alone, bleeding and in late-stage labor.

Arms Wide Open: Grimmauld Place by Sita_Z [28k]

After leaving Hogwarts, Harry and Draco face an uncertain future, raising Scorpius and dealing with the wizarding world's reaction to their situation. Sequel to Arms Wide Open: Hogwarts.

Beggars Would Ride by @eidheann [37k]

Harry finds his comfortable life taking a turn he never expected when he becomes the father of Draco Malfoy’s child.

The Copper Cauldron by Newshound [150k+]

Draco thought his life had ended after being imprisoned in Azkaban. It will take the love of the man he regards as his greatest enemy, the faith of his most trusted confidante, and the hope imparted by a beloved child to convince him that his life has truly just begun.

Draco Malfoy and the Secret Inheritance by Nattish [46k]

Draco is pregnant. Pregnant! At age 16, no less, and (if you hadn’t noticed) he’s a bloke. How on Earth did this happen? If that’s not upsetting enough, he has no idea who fathered the damn thing. Lust, lies, and scandal abound!

Expectant by @l0vegl0wsinthedark [62k]

After he accidentally gets Malfoy pregnant on a drunken fuck at a club, Harry doesn’t anticipate that it’d be just as easy to fall in love with him.

Hadrian’s Curse by oldenuf2nb / @dianacopland [30k]

When rumors about Albus Potter and his best friend begin to circulate at Hogwarts, Harry Potter finds you can never really escape your past.

In Our Blood by @secretsalex [37k]

Draco is an accomplished pure-blood curse breaker, and Harry is tasked with accompanying him on his latest job—cleaning up the Van Boer mansion, which has been under a devastating fertility curse for seven generations.

Little Star by @ladderofyears [39k]

Ever since the end of the war Draco Malfoy has been scratching a living as a sex worker. He lives on the margins of society in squalid rooms and doesn’t imagine that his life will ever change. Then, after a couple of years, Draco becomes pregnant by an unknown client. Despite the Healers at St Mungo’s treating him with prejudice and contempt, Draco is determined to keep his baby. In his desperation, Draco approaches the wrong person and the result is disastrous. Draco is beaten up and left for dead in an alleyway. As Draco hovers between life and death, Harry Potter discovers his bruised and battered body.

The Saviour doesn’t only save Draco’s life. He takes Draco back to Grimmauld Place and helps him to recover.

Listen To Your Heart by @ladderofyears [65k]

Draco and Harry are Auror partners and secret lovers. They have been tasked with helping to solve the Cursed Objects Case, a series of mysterious crimes that have been terrorising the magical population of London.

When Draco is faced with an unplanned pregnancy, their previously ordered life is thrown into disarray.

Little Love by @ladderofyears [33k]

Of all the bad ideas that Draco Malfoy had ever had, moving in with Harry Potter was the worst of them.

They didn’t get on. Harry was judgemental, messy, and a prude who looked on disapprovingly whenever Draco returned home after spending the night with his boyfriend Seb.

But, after a broken condom leaves Draco pregnant, he realises everything in his life has to change. The first thing: his relationship with Harry. After that, everything starts to get better.

Morning Mr Devil, Come Say Farewell to Your Dreams by @thisbloodycat [32k]

Nothing stays the same after a war. Except for lack of luck, that much Draco has noticed.

Pocket Full Of Starlight (Never Let It Fade Away) by @femmequixotic and @noeeon [46k]

When Scorpius Malfoy and Jamie Potter meet at Quidditch camp, they take an instant dislike to each other. Then they discover their lives are more connected than they could possibly imagine.

The Rules of War by calrissian18 [40k]

“After having his tentative advance rebuffed, Harry has been Imperius-ing Draco into having a relationship with him. He’s needed to make the curse stronger and stronger, the more he wants – desire, sex, love, marriage, baby. However, when Draco falls pregnant, the power of the curse starts diminishing, no matter what Harry tries. What happens when the curse finally fails?”

Some Kind of Wonderful by taradiane [34k]

Harry is adrift without an anchor after the prophecy that shaped the first eighteen years of his life is fulfilled. Restless and bored, and wanting to stop Hermione from nagging him about wasted opportunities, he decides to spend his time volunteering at a Muggle homeless shelter…then along comes Malfoy, with an anchor of his own that he needs help carrying.

Survival of the Species by @romaine2424 [46k]

Draco approaches Harry on the 9 ¾ platform, after their sons have boarded the Hogwarts Express, and invites him over for tea. The discussion they have leads them on an adventure that neither could have expected. There be dragons! HPDH compliant.

Things That Change by eutychides [84k]

After Hogwarts, everything changes.

You’ll Still Find Stone by @flightinflame [42k]

Draco had to marry Potter to stay out of Azkaban. Narcissa told him he’d be safer there. But he doesn’t know what Potter expects from him - this marriage is nothing like he had been prepared for. Potter’s acting kindly, and he knows it’s all a trick. He’s just about coping, but trying to keep Potter happy becomes more important than ever when he realises he’s carrying the man’s child.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

#my recs #drarry #drarry recs #theme rec

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Sweat filled hand holding -Jonathan Byers

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Female! Bubbly! Reader

Summary: If anyone had told you that you would be in the back of your childhood best friends work van with your boyfriend, his brother and his brothers friend trying to prevent someone from bleeding out, you would have laughed in their face. But sure enough, that’s exactly where you find yourself.

Warnings: Blood, Death, Argyle freaking out, Angst and comfort, Fluff, Romance, Humor, Purple Palm Tree Delight, cute hand holding and spoilers for The Nina Project if you haven’t seen it.

Words: 2.7k

A/N: I had to re-watch this episode so much to write this. I apologize if it’s all over and lack’s reader/(Y/N) until much later, I wanted to do something different and this was something to tackle as I am not used to writing (Y/N) with a bubbly personality. I hope you all enjoy this and remember that requests are open! Requests imagines, head canons, blurbs, or even ask me something!

“Shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, Shit!” Argyle Screamed as he drove.

“Keep pressure on it.” Jonathan spoke as the mess of hands in front of him fumbled around to apply pressure to the bleeding out man’s wound. You barely caught the small mumble of “God.” from Mike as you copied the other three.

“It’s not slowing.” “Keep putting pressure on it.” You and Jonathan both cut off Will, attention sucked in by the dying man in front of you. The world around you almost seemed fake due to the amount of blood covering your hands.

“More Pressure. Get the napkins.” Will reached down and grabbed the napkins applying them to the wound while Mike seemed to talk to the wound with a “Come on.” Everyone’s hands fumbled to apply pressure to the wound as more blood was smeared along crimson soaked hands and wrists."More napkins.” Will spoke as he applied more napkins, the amount almost being overwhelming. You ignored the texture of the blood-soaked napkins seeping into your skin, hearing Mike give a small “Shit.” as he realized the blood was not slowing.

“It’s not slowing.” Will repeated himself once more as Jonathan turned around, yelling “Argyle! Get us to St. Mary’s.” Somehow still applying pressure to the napkin covered wound.

“I don’t think praying’s going to help that dude man.” Argyle yelled as you felt yourself lean back and stare at him in disbelief. The position was awkward and painful but you didn’t care.

“No, you idiot! St. Mary’s Hospital!” You and Jonathan both yelled to Argyle, you more in disbelief over the man’s words and Jonathan’s more of a command. “No, No.” The man on the floor finally spoke, bringing your attention back down to him.

“What?” You and your boyfriend asked the man in shock.

“No hospital.” His voice was weak, causing your heart to skip a beat in realization.

You knew the man wasn’t going to survive this.

“We’re gonna get you to the hospital.” Jonathan’s voice is steady and calm, causing you to give him a side glance of surprise at his ability to keep together.

“You need to warn..O…Owens.” He gurgles as he speaks.

“Owens, okay.” “The girl.” He continues after Jonathan’s words. “She…She’s in danger.” He continues as you along with the two other boys snap your heads to Jonathan, unsure what to do.

“Okay, how…how do we find Owens?” Jonathan asks.

“Nina. Nina.” His voice was drifting even more.

“Nina. Who’s Nina?” Mike questions as you apply more pressure to the wound, trying your hardest to give the man more time. Even if it’s just a few minutes. “Come on. A pen.” Will speaks as you mentally kick yourself for not grabbing one of those stupid bright yellow pens from work like you always did.

To your surprise, the slowly dying man manages to pull a pen from his pants pocket. “Okay.” If Jonathan is shocked, he hides it with perfection. Meanwhile Mike utters yet another “Shit.” as you all watch the man hold the pen up best to his ability.

Your hands fumble to cover more area as Jonathan scrambles to help the man with the pen. “Here’s the number.” You dare to peek at his eyes, noting the life slowly leaving them. “Number. Number.”

“He wants to write something- We can call this Nina?” Mike and Jonathan’s voices clash as Jonathan speaks to the man.

“Grab a magazine or something. Will, get something.” You and Mike both struggle to apply pressure between the two of you. “He’s really bleeding a lot.” Mike speaks as you both share a look for a moment before Will slams down what appears to be the requested magazines in the area.

“Right here, right here.” Will repeats himself, voice desperate as he tries to get the man to write. “Oh god, we’re losing him.” You hold back the urge to cry as you see the final bit of life slipping away. “Come on. Hey!” Jonathan cut’s in, seeing what you had. “Write the number.” Will begs as he keeps his gaze on the man.

“Hey! Look at me! Hey! Come on!” Jonathan shakes the man best he can. “Hold on!” You and Mike both say in unison, attempting to somehow prevent the man from letting go.

Argyle’s “Oh, shit.” is almost drowned out by Jonathan yelling “Hey!” as he continued to semi shake the man.

“Hey, yo, yo. Wait, wait, wait. Why is it so quiet back there, huh? Yo, is he dead? Jesus, man.” You are all silent as you stare down at the dead man. “Talk to me! Shit!” Argyle speaks again, stress in his voice from the lack of responses.

“We should get off the road.” Jonathan’s words cause you, Mike and Will to look up and see the cars trailing behind the van. “Argyle!” You yell as you remove your hand from the wound, ignoring the dried blood. “Argyle, Ar….Argyle, get off the road, now!” Will yelled as he turned around to look at the long-haired man.

“Shit, he’s dead, isn’t he?” You turn around as Argyle does. “This is real bad.” He continues as his expression mirrors one of shock and fear.

“What are you doing?” Jonathan questions.

“Get off the road!” Everyone screamed at Argyle as the man finally swerved the van off the road.

“Oh man.” Argyle groans as he paces. “Okay. This is not the way it’s supposed to go, okay?” You choose to ignore the man as you shovel dirt to cover the dead man. “Oh man, oh man, oh man. Okay this is so messed up. This is so messed up! This is so messed up!” Argyle continues as you along with the three other boys shoveled.

“Okay. Dude’s probably got, like, a family, kids, you know. All that shit. We gotta go to the cops with this.” You pause your shoveling to stare at Argyle in confusion. “Lay it all on ‘em. Your superpowered girlfriend, bad government dudes. Upside Down dimension planet thing- No!” You, Mike and Will cut him off.

Jonathan puts more dirt into the hole before finally stopping to watch the current situation, semi leaning against you as you both watched Argyle. You ignore the sweat dripping down your neck as you gently run your nails along Jonathan’s back with your free hand. You bite back a smile as you feel him relax against you before pulling away, joining Will in shoveling again.

“But…But listen!” Argyle grabs Mike. “The bad government dudes are after your super girlfriend, right? Right? Okay.” You watch as Argyle all but flings Mike around like a ragdoll in his hold. “So maybe the cops can help us find out where she is. They’re gonna kill her man. If they kill her, they’re gonna kill us.”

“Hey!” Jonathan attempts to distract Argyle but the man ignores him. “Argyle!” You tried, frowning when you got a lack of a response as well.

“Actually, they might kill us before they kill her.” Both you and Jonathan drop your shovels before moving closer to Argyle and Mike. “I dunno, man.” You watched Argyle’s animated hand movements for a second as Mike seemed to be in shock.

“Argyle!” Jonathan yelled beside you. Argyle let go of Mike before semi walking away. “Actually I don’t know what order they wanna go!”

“Listen to me! Hey! Argyle!” “Eeny meeny miny moe!” “Listen!” What!?”

“Look, I think we can figure this out, okay? We just gotta open our minds.” Jonathan’s words caused you to stare at him for a moment before realization washed over you.

Purple Palm Tree Delight.

“Open our minds? That’s an open grave in front of me, man!” You bite your tongue to hold back the small laugh that threatens to slip past your lips at his words. “Open my mind? What are you talking about?” Jonathan moves closer as Argyle continues to freak out. “Listen. Hey, dude! Hey!” Jonathan grabs Argyle, still shouting. “Just relax, okay?” His words are lighter now, calm.

You stab your shovel into the dirt as you wipe the sweat off your neck, trying to pretend blood wasn’t caked under your fingernails like dirt as you wipe your hands against your jeans.

“Why don’t you just go to the van…and do your thing, huh?” Argyle nods. “Purple Palm Tree Delight.” Argyle chuckles as Jonathan gives a firm nod. “Right.”

Will throws up his arms with a look of almost annoyance before stabbing at the dirt to push more into the grave. “It’s just worn off. I’m all emotional.” “You’re emotional.” Jonathan confirms his words. “Okay.” He turns around and begins towards the van. “I’m sorry.” Argyle apologizes.

“You’re fine.” Jonathan rest’s his hand on Argyle’s back before letting him walk away.

“Jonathan.” Will speaks as Jonathan turns around with a “Yeah?”. “More weed? Is that really a good idea right now?” Will questions, seemingly unsure of the choice.

“Got a better idea to keep him calm?” Jonathan questioned as he moved towards the grave once more. “Let’s just get this done.” You all begin to shovel dirt once more at Jonathan’s return.

You gave a final look to the criss-cross sitting Argyle, leaving him to play with the now empty pizza box as you moved towards Jonathan, noting the spread-out map across the rusted car.

“Hi.” You whispered as you stopped beside him, peering down at the map. He sighs before leaning his body against you. As much as the body heat made you sweat even more under the scorching sun, you melted against him. Automatically linking pinkies with him as you stood there taking in each other's company.

“Burying a body together really is romantic, isn’t it?” You ask, voice light and sweet. Jonathan shifts to stand once more before releasing your pinkie and instead grabbing your sweaty hand with his equally sweaty one. “Eww..Jonathan.” You groan but make no move to let go.

“It is. Maybe we should do this again next week?” He asks as you snort, giving him a gentle nudge with your shoulder. “Totally, I’m sure my mother would love for us to become grave diggers.” You give a playful gasp. “Maybe we should be robbers next?” You playfully suggest before tightening your grip on Jonathan’s hand, noting the tenseness of his body.

You nervously lick your dry lips before looking down at the map and looking back at Jonathan. “So, what’s the plan now?” You softly question. You ignore the sweat dripping down your hand as Jonathan gives it a tight squeeze. “I’m not sure. We have to find ‘Nina’ whatever that could be.”

He uses his free hand to wipe sweat off his face before frowning. “What if- what if we don’t find it in time?” He sounds so afraid it catches you off guard. “What if we don’t find it?” He questions once more as he loosens his grip on your hand.

“Jonathan.” He doesn’t look at you as you speak. “Jonathan~” Your voice is now breezy as you speak. He puts his gaze onto you. “There you are. Now listen I’ve never dealt with this before. Hell, if you had told me I would have been in the back of Argyle’s van trying to keep a man from bleeding out like this morning? I would have not believed you.” You wave your free hand around as you speak.

“But I’m glad I was in that van. I’m glad I was in that van and I’m here now.” You grip his hand tightly. “We are going to find Nina. Warn Owens? Is that his name?” Jonathan laughs at your unsureness before nodding. “And we are going to do exactly what we need to. Me, you, Will, Mike and Argyle. We got this. No matter what happens, we are here with you.” You peck his cheek with a bright smile.

He returns your smile, a bit smaller and more nervous but a smile nonetheless.

He leans down a bit, getting closer to your lips-

“Hey does anybody know the dead dude’s name?” Argyle questions as Jonathan pulls away with a sigh.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes you. “He’s your best friend until the sun goes down.” You chirp as you turn your attention to Argyle.

“What?” Jonathan questions as he turns as well.

“The dead dude.” Argyle points down at the pen from before that was now sticking out of the dirt. “I’m making him a headstone.”

“Really Argyle?” You spoke as you laughed in disbelief. “You do realize we spent all morning hiding the body.” Jonathan gestures to the makeshift grave.

“Well, I’ll just write, uh, ‘Here Lies Unknown Hero Agent Man.’ Yeah. ‘Saved Argyle, (Y/N), Jonathan, Will and Mike from certain death.’” Argyle holds the pizza box like a gravestone as he speaks.

“You…You’re gonna write our names on the pizza box?” Jonathan questioned as Argyle shrugged. “They’re pretty common names.” Argyle spoke as he began trying to write on the box.

“Is he aware his name is Argyle?” You giggled as you asked Jonathan who shook his head in disbelief.

“Okay, dude. Uh, do your thing.” Jonathan spoke before he turned around once more to the map, mumbling “Jesus Christ.” Under his breath as he did. You watched Argyle attempt to write with the pen for a moment before turning back to look at the map once more.

You leaned against the rusted car until noticing Will and Mike go walking past you. You and Jonathan both shared a look of confusion before moving towards the two boys. “What are you doing?” You and Argyle asked in unison as you all watched Mike unscrew the pen.

He flicked the opening towards Argyle as something popped out of the pen.

“Oh shit.” You smiled as you watched Argyle hold up a rolled-up piece of paper. “Something fell outta that pen, man.” Mike grabbed it from him and unrolled it. “What is it?” Will questioned as you leaned across Jonathan to peer at the paper.

“It’s the number. We’ve had it this whole time.” Mike announced as he peered at the paper in his hand.

“We got his digits, man?” Argyle questioned as you all stared down at the paper.

“Phone booth!” You excitedly yelled, finally finding one.

“There’s one. Argyle, slow down.” Will spoke after you.

“There’s one what? Argyle asked, unaware of what anyone was talking about.

“Slow down!” Everyone began yelling.

“Stop barking orders.” Argyle whined.

“Argyle! Slow down!” Mike yelled as the van swerved off the road and into an awkward stop.

“Jesus Christ- Christ!” You and Mike both spoke as the van stopped.

“202-968-6161.” Will spoke the numbers as Mike pressed them on dial

“Well?” You questioned as Mike stood there with the phone to his ear. “Is it ringing?” Will followed after.

“No, It’s just making a bunch of weird noises.” Mike replies. “Busy?” Will questions. “Listen to this.” Mike holds up the phone to Will's ear. “That remind you of anything?” It’s Mike’s turn to ask questions. “Wargames.” Will replies as both you and Jonathan go “What?” in confusion.

Jonathan takes the phone and holds it up so both you and him can hear it. Your nose scrunches at the noise on the other line.

“Oh my God, we’re not calling a phone. We’re calling a computer.” Will realizes as you all share a look of confusion.

“Now, I don’t know if Nina’s a computer like Joshua oe Owens’ lab, but Unknown Hero Agent Man gave us access to it for a reason.” Mike speaks as he walks towards the back of the van, pulling the back up. “We just need to find the computer. We find Owens, then warn him. Then we warn Eleven. I just need a hacker. The only hacker that I know lives..” He pauses to spread the map he had taken from the glove department out before pointing at a spot on the map. “In Utah.”

“Wait, Utah?” Both you and Jonathan question. “Salt Lake City, to be specific.” Mike replies.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” Will rests his hands on his head.

You raise an eyebrow. “What? Why ‘Oh my God?’” Jonathan asks.

“Turn around. Look at what you see.” Will sings as Jonathan groans. “Oh no.”

“NeverEnding Story. That Scared the shit out of me. The Nothing, man? That’s some proper existential shit, dude.” Argyle speaks. “Yeah, I remember watching it with you and needing to walk you to the bathroom.” You chime in as Argyle snorts.

“You can’t be serious.” Jonathan asks Mike.

“If we take the 1-15 north, we’ll get there by morning.”

“Oh, you’re being serious?” Jonathan speaks in shock.

“We’re going to Utah?” You ask.

“I know it sounds insane, but Suzie saved the world last year. Maybe she can save it again.” Mike speaks before grabbing the map and jumping into the van

“Alright, everyone in the weed van!” You yelled as you gently shoved Argyle to hustle to the driver's seat.

Once everyone was accounted for and settled in the van, Argyle began to drive.

“Wow Utah, always wanted to go.” You gave a dreamy sigh before leaning over to rest your head near Jonathan as he sat in the passenger's seat.

“Wait, who's Suzie?”

“I was wondering the same thing.”

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