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That Friday Night
Modern!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Influencer!fem!reader
read part one here
18+ MINORSDNI
cw: alcohol, drugs (weed and cocaine), clubbing, slight Dom!Eddie if you squint, possessive!Eddie, swearing, pet names, oral (fem!receiving), light choking, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, edging, creampie. (let me know if I missed anything)
wc: 4.3k (I'm so sorry)
a/n: First of all, I want to thank every single person who liked, reblogged or made comments about part one. I was shitting myself posting it because (like I said) this is not an original thought. I'd read a few and it gave me this wave of inspiration. I am very proud of this part. It's also a little long (sorry sorry sorry I couldn't stop) . Also I don't think I'll be doing a tag list? When I used to do that no one on the list would like the fic and it was a lot of work. I hope that is okay? Let me know if you want more! I love and appreciate all of you!
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You weren’t the type of person who got shy. Your entire job is being in front of a camera, telling people what you like, what you wear, the type of music you listen to. You did brand deals and went on lots of trips with people you didn’t know. Public interaction was easy for you and you definitely enjoyed it.
But being personally invited to your favorite band's concert (even if you had tickets already) as their frontman's personal guest? It makes you weak in the knees.
Telling your team about the phone call went about as good as one would expect. Anna and Case frown at you while continuing to say ‘you could’ve let it go to voicemail and we could’ve handled it directly with his people. AND why did you have him send the information directly to you?’
They weren't necessarily wrong in being upset. There were plenty of ways a conversation like that could be twisted and fucked with, especially if, for whatever reason, someone was recording the phone call. It was very easy for them to manipulate and edit that kind of shit, and drama was the last thing you wanted.
However, the rest of the week went by without an issue. The gossip magazines had moved on to something else (though there were a few who continued to speculate about your non-relationship with Eddie. You did your deals, and kept yourself busy. And by the time Friday rolled around you were hardly nervous.
Or that’s what you kept telling yourself.
“Bell bottom star pants. Absolutely,” Hana says from her place on your bathroom counter, practically in the sink. “With that black leather top you love AND the red leather jacket. Oh! Oh! Oh! And the red boots!”
You put the outfit on, looking in the mirror, “you don’t think it’s too… stereotypical?”
Hana looks at you through the mirror, “no such thing. You look great.”
Hana was one of the few people in your life who’d tell you like it is. You could trust her to tell you if her gut feelings were off, or on. She was your best friend and one of the few people who weren’t just here for the exposure. She’s here to be your cheerleader and you were hers.
“Alright, let's get this going before I change my mind which I am two seconds away from doing.”
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You should’ve changed your mind.
You can hardly keep from throwing up as you're led by security to a private entrance. To get there you have to pass by their tour buses. All you can hear is loud music and whooping from inside. It’s clear they’re running around in there as the bus is rocking and all you can do is pray they don’t see you.
You’re far too sober for the interaction you’ll be having at this current time.
Unfortunately for you, the universe hates you. Just when you think you’re home free, the door opens, almost smacking you in the face.
“Don’t think you can get away that easy, Asher,” Eddie says as he looks down at you. His pupils are blown wide, clearly from whatever drug he’s consumed. More than likely cocaine and weed. His words aren’t slurred so he isn’t drunk, though he does have a beer bottle in his large hands.
God his hands, there have been many times where you’d imagine them wrapped around your throat, cutting off air as he fucks you like he hates you. You bet he could reach you even as he’s eating you out, he’s so tall and long.
You wish you could say the grin you shoot at him is fake, however with the way he’s looking at you, like he wants to devour and smother you, it's not. You feel like a fucking school girl who has a crush. Your heart pounds so fast in your chest and you swear everyone around you can hear it.
“We weren’t running away,” you say, voice a little breathier than you’d like. “Um this is my best friend-”
“Hana, nice to meet you,” he cuts you off. It’s then that you see his eyes get wide and you know he’s been stalking your profile. Not that you can say anything because you’ve done it… a lot. “I, uh, saw the instagram story you put up earlier.”
Hana smirks, “sure you did, big boy.” She pats his chest and is clearly much braver than you. That’s another thing about you and her, if one of you is feeling not confident, the other makes up for it. Like, on your own, asking for ketchup feels like cutting off a limb, but if she can't do it then it's up to you and vice versa.
Eddie scratches the back of his neck, his black t-shirt stretching over his wide shoulder, “want to join us? We have alcohol!”
“We would love that. Wouldn’t we?” Hana looks down at you with her brows raised, still taller than you in heels.
You nod, “yes. Yeah absolutely! Are we allowed to photograph in here?”
You know it’s a stupid thing to ask, but you also don’t want to take a photo of you and Hana and then not be able to post it. And what if you get photos with the rest of the band? Everyone already knows you’re going to be here. Just not… in this tour bus.
Eddie nods, holding out his hand, “you are allowed to do whatever you want, pretty girl. And if anyone has an issue, send them my way, yeah?” He kisses the hand you’ve placed in his before leading you up the stairs of his bus.
It's chaos in there, pure and utter chaos. You turn to look at Hana, silently telling her how insane this is. She nods slightly, but you see the grin on her face. Hana loves this stuff; the parties, the madness, all of it.
Eddie introduces you to the band, pulling you in closer by the waist. “You all need to be on your best behavior. No one touches her. Do you all understand me?” Your heart flutters at how serious he is and it instantly forces his bandmates eyes to fall to your feet. It’s impressive, actually.
Suddenly, a bottle of beer is in your hands, passed to you by Eddie. “Oh… thank you.” You can hardly look at him as a small smile forms on your lips. His attention makes you feel all kinds of funny inside, your stomach doing flips. You know you have to look at him eventually, but he’s just so pretty that it actually hurts.
“Um, so are you excited for your show?” This time you manage to actually drag your eyes to his. He smiles at you, his teeth so beautiful and perfect. It’s when he sits down that you realize that was a stupid question. Of course he’s excited. This is his actual job.
He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as he looks up at you through his lashes, you could kiss him. But you don’t for obvious reasons. Reasons you can't really think of at the moment. Not when he’s looking at you like that. The beer bottle hangs in his right hand between his legs.
“Very. Not much comes close to the feeling I get when we’re on that stage.” He shakes his head, curly hair moving with him, “plus, being able to hear people sing my songs back to me is fucking incredible.”
His hand finds yours, pulling you a little closer. Eddie is testing the waters, you know this. Unfortunately for you, your brain can’t see through the cloud of lust. So, you let him pull you closer, sit you on his lap, and wrap an arm around you.
Your brain does catch up, quicker than expected. “It seems like it’d be incredible. I applaud you cause I could never do that. I have stage fright.”
He blinks up at you, “stage fright? Haven’t you done red carpet interviews and stuff?”
You shift a little, shrugging, “well yes. But that’s different.” You can't stop the awkward laugh that comes out of you. It was true, it was different. You weren’t exactly sure why but it was.
Eddie's thumb moves along your side slightly and it leaves goosebumps in its wake.
“I’m being honest, the lights are so bright that I can’t see everyone in the crowds. Mainly just the front rows. Makes it easier.”
Eddie puts his beer bottle on the ground by his feet before sitting up and grabbing a joint. He’s quiet as he lights it, puffing out smoke to get it going. “Want some?”
He holds the joint towards you, waiting for your answer. You’ve done this before at the frat houses at college. You’ve done it here and there in high school as well. This is second nature, but this time you’re nervous. What if you forget how to inhale? What if you throw up? Any number of things can happen.
Something happens inside you and your brain finally catches up to itself. A small stroke of confidence happens and without taking your eyes off of him, you lean forward, wrapping your lips around the joint and inhaling. His eyes stay locked on yours, his tongue wetting his lips. You pull back, slowly blowing out the smoke.
“Fuckin’ hell.” It comes out in a whisper and you know he didn’t mean to say it out loud. His eyes falling from your eyes, to your lips and back again.
God you want to kiss him. His pillowy lips would feel amazing against yours, you just know it. You start to lean into him, desperate to know if you’re right.
A bang on the door scares the fuck out of the both of you and Eddies boot knocks over his bottle. It’s a good thing he drank most of it, the contents not spilling on the plush carpet.
“Let’s get going guys. Put your dicks back in your pants, we have a show to do.” You know that voice, that’s their manager. He’s the one who called your people to make sure you had all the rules for this evening.
Photos are fine.
Everyone must be tagged.
Nothing negative.
Absolutely no photos of any white substances. Even if it’s sugar.
That last one would be hard considering it was on every flat surface in neat, clean lines.
You go to stand up, but Eddie stops you, his hand tightening on your hip. “Promise I’ll see ya after?”
You nod, “y-yeah of course.”
Before you know it, his lips are on yours. The kiss is soft, sweet and you don’t want it to end. In fact, you totally forget about all the other people in the room. Your hands find his face, pulling him closer as his tongue begs for permission. And once you grant it, it’s game over.
He tastes like beer and weed and cigarettes and you love it. You want more. You want to get closer.
But it’s not long before the door to his trailer opens up, his manager stepping into the bus. “I said get your dicks and tongues together. We cannot be late.”
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By the time the show is over you barely have a voice, and you’re sure you’ve never been more turned on in your life. It might seem silly to say, but Eddie's kiss lingered the entire show and all you want is more.
Back stage the band is still running on adrenaline, drinking water for once to try and refuel for the rest of the night. The rest of the night being a club that they frequent. A club you don’t go to because of that exact reason.
“Ohhhhh! There's the prettiest girls I’ve ever laid eyes on!” Eddie's voice booms as security goes to double check you and Hana. “Hey! Leave them alone. They’re with me.”
Security stands back, hands raise like he knows it’ll cause more issues if he doesn’t. You almost feel bad for the poor guy, he was just trying to do his job. Like what if you had a bomb or something?
“C’mon we gotta get outta here.” He laces his fingers with yours before he pulls you along with him. You look over your shoulder, catching Hana's eyes.
Go! She mouths, hanging off Gareth's arm. I’ll meet you there!
And so, you go. Are you nervous? Yes absolutely. Are you going to pretend you aren’t and have some confidence? Yes. Fake it till you make it right?
Eddie opens the door to the car, extending a hand, “ladies first.”
You grin at him as you elegantly slide into the car, “wow. I didn’t know you were such a gentle man.” This time when you giggle, it's cute and self assured.
“Yes, I have been told my entire life that I look,” he slides in sucking in a soft, thinking breath, “mean and scary.”
“You look like a doberman but they’re precious babies.” You mean it too. He looks a little mean and scary, especially in the red lights of the stage. Not to mention the “devil music” (says the media) which can get a little dark. But that’s what makes it great, in your opinion. Plus, he does look like doberman. Like he could probably kill you but would actually not?
“‘Precious babies?’”
You nod, “mhm! I grew up with them. Very sweet and love kisses. Oh! And they each had their own comfort toys.”
“Then maybe I am one because I do love kisses.” He’s closer now, his breath fanning over your face. He still smells like beer and cigarettes mixed in with the smell of his cologne.
It’s your turn to close the gap and planting your lips on his. The kiss is hotter, more intense. One could argue it’s because of the alcohol swimming in your system that makes you so bold. You’re buzzed, but not drunk. It isn’t long before his hands are in your hair, tugging. It makes you moan in his mouth, opening up to him.
He sits back, his hands in your hair pulling you with him, making you sit in his lap. Your legs rest on either side of his hips, your cunt nestled right against the bulge in his pants. He couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to. You test the waters by rocking your hips, the friction being so sweet that you’re the one who lets out a moan.
“God, that is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.” He kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. “Should record it and use it in our next song.”
You hum and grin, “I wouldn’t mind that. Always wanted to be in a song. Can’t sing though.”
He nips at your ear, “that’s my job baby.”
Eddie's large hand grips your hips, stopping your movements. You want to whine, you want to protest. You were so fucking close.
“We’ll save that for when we're back at my place.”
You grin and kiss along his jaw, “who says I’m going back to your place?”
“The way you were just grindin’ against my cock, angel.” He grins, “also with how you’re lookin’ at me.”
“And how am I looking at you? Hmm?”
“Like you want me to fuck you while your brain leaks out your cunt.”
You shudder at the crudeness of his words. No one has ever spoken to you like that and looked like him. The car stopping in front of the club saves you from trying to come up with an answer. One you know will either be embarrassing or non-existent.
He looks over at the paparazzi that is waiting and sighs, “are we going in together or…”
The decision you make is quick. If you’re going to do this, even for one night, you’re going to do it together and let them talk. You give him a quick kiss, “together. Give ‘em something to talk about, yeah?”
So, you do.
The second you’re out of the car, cameras flash and photographers call out a mix of your name and his and you can hardly understand what they’re saying. You don’t stop to pose, letting them only photograph you and him walking hand and hand. Give them crumbs as your manager says. Once you’re in the club, not even needing to show an ID or give a name.
From there the night happens in a blur. The band has the VIP section where bottles of expensive liquor are brought over by women dressed in a bikini. You know how much all of this costs (more than you can afford that’s for sure) but you also know that all of this is on Eddie and the bands tab. He’s told you six times.
So you drink. And you smoke. And you watch pretty white lines disappear, most of which disappear up Eddie's nose. Of course you take videos, vlogging your night and making sure to follow all the rules that were set prior to this meeting. Taking photos to remember the night. Hana is having a blast, taking shots like it’s her job and making out with Gareth in between. Of course she takes photos with you, sitting in your lap and giggling so much the photos come out blurry. But those are your favorite kinds of photos.
“Dance with me?” Eddie says in your ear over the music.
You take the shot that is in your hands, “lead the way.”
The second you’re surrounded by sweaty bodies you feel invisible. You’re sure someone has cameras on you and him but at the moment you don’t care.
Your hips move to the music, back against Eddie's chest while his hands explore your body. His lips move against your neck, sucking a dark mark into it that you know you’ll struggle to cover later. Again, you don’t care. What you do care about is the hardness that you feel against your back.
You spin around, grinning up at him. God he’s so fucking tall you have to tilt your head up a good bit to look at him.
“We should get out of here,” you say as he pulls you into him.
He smirks, “thought you weren’t coming back to my place sweetheart.”
“Seems I told a fib. Now, I need you to take me home and fuck me like you hate me.”
It’s all he needs before he’s grabbing you by the hand and pulling you out of the club. The car is there and he quickly pulls you into the back seat. Once those doors are closed, the window tint so dark you couldn’t see inside if you tried, his mouth his on yours. Your stomach flips and the neediness you feel coming off of him. He pulls you till you’re straddling him, legs on either side of his hips. Not really the safest but at this point, all you need is his lips on you.
The ride to Eddie’s consists of lots of kissing, so much so that you know your lips are swollen. You don’t get to see much of Eddie’s house, too focused on getting inside the house and into his bedroom. He drags you up the stairs, your hand is his. And once you’re in his room, he has you pressed up against his bedroom door.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby.” Eddie pushes your jacket off your shoulders while he speaks, his words going straight to your clit. Your mind can barely comprehend that Eddie Munson, the man you’ve had a crush on since they were considered an ‘underground band,’ is currently taking off your clothes.
You do the same to him, pushing his leather jacket to the ground before tugging at the ends of his shirt and pulling it over his head. “Me? You are so beautiful.”
He hums, popping the button on your jeans, “should we take a poll on who's prettier? Winner takes the loser on a date?”
That makes you laugh, “sounds like a deal. But first, you need to fuck me.”
His eyes nearly go black at that and before you can think, he’s throwing you on this bed. You land with a small oomph. You decide to take a little initiative, pulling off your boots, scooting off your pants and pulling off your top.
Eddie watches, rapt and almost possessed, his eyes scanning your partially naked body. It’s not anything more than someone would see if you posted in a bathing suit, but you can’t help but feel nervous that he isn’t going to like you.
He quickly puts those fears (fears he knows nothing about) to rest as he settles between your legs. His eyes don’t leave yours as he kisses up your thighs. You know there is a wet patch on your underwear and you know he can see it. You do feel embarrassed about it, but at the same time, Eddie is slightly rutting against the bed so he must like it. Right?
You can feel your body heat as he gets closer and closer to your center.
“Eddie, please don’t tease me.” Never have you begged a man. Typically whoever you were in bed with did the begging, much to your dislike. You were desperate for someone to take charge. Now you know why they didn’t. One bruise and they get shit from all your followers. Even if you tell them to leave these men alone.
But Eddie? He wasn’t afraid.
“But it’s so much fun to watch you squirm.”
You huff, squirming exactly like he said as he sits up to pull your underwear down your legs before setting back between them. “Need you to touch me.”
He licks a stripe up your slit, sucking on your clit as he gets to the top. The sound that falls from your lips is beautiful, sweeter than the sound you made in the car. Now Eddie really wants to put you in a song, but the jealous, primal side of him never wants someone else to be able to hear your moans.
In fact, he doesn’t want to think about any of the other men who’ve heard you make these sounds. Murder wasn't really on his list of things he enjoyed. Bar fights? Yes. Murder? No.
“You make the prettiest sounds, sweetheart. S’very hot.” He slides two fingers inside you with little resistance, curling them up to hit the spongy spot inside you. The stretch feels good, your hips moving on their own, riding Eddie's fingers.
You're close, the build up of this moment really getting closer than you originally thought. “Squeezin’ my fingers so tight, baby. Are you close?”
You nod, afraid if you speak you’ll say something ridiculous.
But that isn’t good enough for Eddie. “Words.”
“V-very.”
That was clearly the wrong thing to say because he pulls his fingers from inside you, the emptiness making you gasp, “no! No, no, no I was so close!”
He laughs as he pushes his pants and boxers off his body. “Exactly. Want you to cum with my cock inside you.”
You look down between your bodies and your eyes widen. He was big and you accidentally voice what you’re thinking, “fuck… not gonna fit.”
His laugh drags your eyes back to him, his cock moving through your slick and bumping your clit. “Baby you are so wet that I have no doubt it’ll fit.”
You don’t have time to be embarrassed about it because Eddie is pushing inside you. The size of him stretching you makes you feel like he’s going to split you in half. But you don’t care, the burn just turns you on more and more and before you know it he’s seated inside you fully.
“Fuck, Eddie.”
Eddie is panting, trying to keep still so he doesn’t cum before he wants to. “Feel so fuckin’ good, sweetheart. A man could become obsessed with this pussy.”
He moves right as you begin to speak, nearly knocking the air out of your lungs. He feels like he’s everywhere. “W-witchcraft”
He fucks you harder, his cock hitting your cervix. You’re definitely going to have a bruise there but it's so worth it.
“Didn’t know you were into dark shit. S’my schtick.”
You wrap your legs around him, orgasm building again, “more alike than you originally thought huh?”
He wraps a tattooed hand around your throat, squeezing gently and making your head spin, “oh, angel, I knew how alike we were the second you told everyone how bad you wanted to fuck me.”
“C-can you blame me? Knew you’d fuck me just h-how I like.”
You clench around him making him hiss, “yeah you need someone who will take control huh?”
The hand around your neck slides down your body till he finds your clit, circling it.
“Oh god! Please.”
“I can get used to you prayin’ to me.” His thrusts are losing rhythm (something he’s usually very good at keeping) and you know he’s close. “Cum baby. I need it.”
And it’s all you need to fall over the cliff and into bliss. He follows you, coming inside you while you squeeze around him. You both moan each other's names and you sigh as you come down.
Eddie breaks the silence first, “that was… amazing.”
You hum in agreement as he slides out of you and curls up beside you. You take a moment before getting up and cleaning up in the bathroom. When you come back Eddie has left out an old Corroded Coffin t-shirt and some boxers. And once they’re on, you slide back into his bed, laying your head on his chest.
“We should put that poll up, huh? I’m itching to win this bet.” Eddie laughs as he says it and before you know it, you two are finding a photo the both of you like and posting it on your story with the caption, ‘which one is prettier? Honesty is the best policy.’
“And now… we wait.”
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⚣ Pizza Or TV Dinner? 🔪
⚣🔪 A/N → This was a request from my other account that is still currently shadowbanned and restricted. So re-posting it over here. My message on the original post stills stands as well. I'd absolutely melt like butter on a pan...is it still sad? Maybe. Do I still not care? absolutely. And thank you💛 I’m glad you enjoy them😊
⚣🔪 Summary → You're cooking dinner for you and Conner when you make a small slip-up. But, don't worry, your Kryptonian boyfriend has just the key to make you feel better, at the cost of your special dinner.
⚣🔪 Words → 933
REBLOGS and replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛
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“Fuck!”
Now, you understood why your parents never allowed you within 10 feet of any sharp object. Well, really anything.
You always somehow found a way to hurt yourself.
As a joke, they’d call you Danger Prone-Daphne’s cousin, a nickname that to your extreme annoyance, your entire family had decided to brand you with.
“Babe!” You heard Conner, your boyfriend, shout from down the hall.
The Kryptonian was staying at your house, taking advantage of your parents being out of town so you two could have some alone time together. It was hard to come by since when both of you were at the Cave, someone was always around. And even if you two went to his room, someone would come by and disturb you.
Especially M’Gann with her jealous and needy ass.
So when you’re parents announced they were leaving for the next couple of days on an anniversary cruise, you decided to invite your boyfriend to stay at your place for the extent of their vacation because, let’s face it; your pops would actually try to murder the dark brown-haired boy if he found out he was sleeping in your bed with you.
When he got there, you decided you wanted to be romantic and cutesy and cook a delicious meal for you both. And everything was going fine until your finger had gotten too close to the knife while you were cutting the meat into smaller pieces.
Conner was in the living room, watching TV when he heard you shout with his super hearing. You didn’t scream that loud, at least you don’t think you did. He ran into the kitchen, his face full of panic as he saw you holding your bloody finger.
“I’m fine. I accidentally cut myself with the knife while cutting this steak into smaller pieces.” You affirmed, moving to the sink to stick your finger under cold water. You winced at the sting, watching the blood wash down the drain. Is it a bloody steak if it doesn’t have a little blood in it?
Your Kryptonian came over to examine your finger, rubbing his fingers over your wrist in a calming manner while placing his other arm around your waist, hugging you to his body.
“What were you even doing? I thought your parents said you weren’t allowed to touch sharp objects. Even Batman banned you from it after that incident with Robin’s Batarang.” He brought up, also highly to your annoyance.
“Okay, that wasn’t my fault! You shouldn’t have been sparring without your shirt cause you know that distracts me. And Wally shouldn’t have been standing so close.” You responded with an eye roll, crossing one of your arms over your chest in annoyance.
“I’m sorry my body is such a distraction to you.” He joked, chuckling at your childish behavior.
You let out a ‘hmph,’ not appreciating him laughing at you. He rubbed at your back, silently waiting for you to answer his question.
“I wanted to cook you dinner.” You whined, feeling your finger starting to feel like it was freezing from the cold water, but the blood was still running from the cut.
Conner’s heart swelled at your admittance, once again questioning how he ended up with someone so devastatingly handsome and adorable at the same time.
“I appreciate it, baby. But we could’ve just ordered some food. I’d rather that or even put one of those frozen TV dinners in the microwave than you getting hurt.” He voiced, moving his finger under the cold stream of water to rub at your sore finger.
“That’s not as special.” You replied with a whining voice still.
“Anything from you is special to me,” He remarked, kissing your head.
He held you against his body, now fully holding your hands in his, and then you felt your body vibrating, hearing a purring sound against your ear that pressed to his body.
Ever since you discovered that Kryptonians purr with their loved ones in any situation where they feel safe and loved, you found it so satisfying and reassuring whenever your boyfriend did it with you. It was like you were literally getting to hear his love for you without him having to speak words.
Whenever you two cuddled together after a long day, or when Conner was helping you take care of some of your harsher bruises or injuries, he’d start purring since it was also known to help speed up the healing process. Not by much, but it also helped dull any soreness and pain.
You tucked your head into his chest, loving the sound of his purr and his firm, calloused hand holding yours, which reminded you…
Add hand lotion to your shopping list.
Conner and the others made fun of you for it, but you were very serious when you said you’d rather see Joker in a bikini before letting your hands get dry and calloused. Besides, you knew he liked how soft and smooth your hands were. It helped you that you wore gloves whenever on missions as well.
You both sat silent for a while, not realizing how Conner’s purring was actually starting to vibrate the whole room, causing things on the counter to shake. You were jolted from your comfortable stances when you heard the sound of a loud crash, looking to see the cutting board with the meat lying flat on the ground.
“Welp, pizza or TV dinner?” You asked, looking up at your Kryptonian boyfriend.
“You choose.” He answered with a kiss on your lips.
“You know I hate it when you do that, right?”
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Headache | Steve Harrington x y/n
if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it
word count: 0.6k
warnings: I wrote this a little while ago so I might’ve forgot some things but reader has a headache/migraine, I think reader gets nauseous, ?
summary: y/n has a really bad headache but Steve is more than happy to help it go away
You’ve had this dull headache all day long. It’s been really irritating you all day and you were going to try to get medicine during your lunch break but you completely forgot until the headache got worse and you knew you were too busy to get a break.
Now, you’re home and you didn’t do anything for the last 30 minutes but bury your face in the pillow and try to wish the headache away. Sure, you could get up and go get medicine but you’re so tired and you honestly feel a little lightheaded and nauseous so you’re sure this is the end for you.
“Bubba! I’m home!” Steve said as he came in. You whimpered and he called for you again but you knew yelling would make it worse. A few minutes later he came in and said “hey, are you alright?”
You were kinda curled up and your breathing seemed a little irregular so there had to be something wrong. “I just…I’ve had this headache all day and it got worse after lunch and now I’m nauseous and I feel really dizzy” you whispered, eyes squeezed shut as you sighed.
He kissed your head softly as he gently massaged your head and said “you feel a little warm, baby. I think you might be getting sick or something. You should really eat something and drink some water and take some medicine” “I’m…I’m not sick I just need this headache to go away”
He gently encouraged you to move your head so you could look at him and you sighed, a small pout on your lips. He smiled a little and said “come on, honey. Why don’t you just do it incase?” “Ok fine” you said and closed your eyes, the light bothering you more than usual.
He noticed and said “oh…babe, you have a migraine” “mm mm…I don’t have migraines” you whispered and groaned, you just wanted the pain to go away. Steve sighed and got up, turning off the light and grabbing the medicine and the water as well as your leftover pasta from a restaurant you ate at the other day.
“Hi, beautiful. You gotta eat so you can take medicine” he said and you took a deep breath. He sat in front of you again and said “come on, baby. It’ll make you feel better, I know it” He helped you sit up and gently tied your hair in a loose braid to keep it out of the way.
“When did you learn how to braid?” You asked quietly and he smiled. He set the plate on your lap and said “I want to learn for nights when you’re too lazy to do it yourself since I know you like to sleep in them sometimes. Robin and Nancy helped me learn” You smiled and said “you’re a good boyfriend”
“I hope so,” he said, urging you to take a few sips of water. You ate pretty slowly, trying to wish the nausea away and thankfully it did kinda go away as you kept drinking the water and eating little by little.
“Good girl, now take these,” he said and you blushed a little. You took some medicine and rested against him, turning over and cuddling into his chest. He smiled and started massaging your head softly, whispering sweet nothings to you.
You sighed and said “thanks for taking care of me” “of course, princess. You’re probably stressed and that could’ve caused it, maybe you should try and use some sick days or something so you can rest” he said and you smiled lightly.
You hummed, drawing little patterns and shapes on his ribs with your hand. You started to feel sleepy as time passed and the medicine helped numb the pain a little. He kissed your head and said “get some rest, bubba. You need it” “I love you…so much, Steeb” you said and he chuckled. He shook his head and said “I love you more, y/n/n”
Taglist: @hellfire1986baby
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WIP Wednesday
You know it, you love it! Original post here.
Here’s how it works:
In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.
Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!
After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!
If you’re reading this, you’re invited!
If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.
File names:
1 - Emergence
0 - Tales of the Outer Planes
Kiss the Go-Goat (Eddie Crossroads Demon)
Steddie Witches AU
Til I Lose My Breath
Snippet from “1 - Emergence”
Maddie, head resting on his shoulder, was dead on her feet, overtaken by a bone-deep weariness that could’ve been his or hers, no telling anymore. Gently, he shook her, watched as those dark lashes batted open in fluttering bursts, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Think you need to get to bed, chica,” he murmured.
She shook her head against his lips, breathed, “Don’t wanna leave you alone.” Chip, Xander, and Vida paused at the doorway, watching in a way that hung on Nick’s skin; he only met their eyes for a second before landing on Udonna’s.
“Can we…” He gestured upstairs, let the words hang. Was it weird now, now that she was his mom? She hadn’t said anything before, but that was an accident, and no one knew then what they knew now. Going home, asking Grace, that would be dubious at best - shit, he needed to text her, give her some excuse for not coming home last night - but Udonna was straight-up a parent, his parent, and this was her home. Did he have any right to ask?
“Of course,” she said without hesitation, without him even finishing the thought. Smile crinkling at the corners of her eyes, she added, “After all these years, I have you in my home, our home. Would that I could keep you here forever, close by my side, but I shall settle for one night.” She glanced to some high window and said, with a smile, “Or day, as it may be.”
He huffed a laugh, ducking his head in deference. “Appreciate it.”
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No tags because I’m pretty sure most of my writeblr cohorts were already on the @eriquin tag list, haha
Hit me up! Make me write! Emergence is my current focus but I’ve got the wherewithal today to jam out on a couple of these, especially since #3-5 are at the “pretty loose idea” stage and #2 has at least one chapter *mostly* written, which is one step closer to my “have two chapters ready before you publish” goal on that fic.
#writeblr#my writing#fanfiction#wip wednesday#tag games#power rangers fanfiction#power rangers#mystic force
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SO YOU’RE TELLING ME I COULD’VE BEEN SOMEHOW REPAYING ALL THIS EXQUISITE GOLDEN LIFE-RUINING FIVE STAR ASS CONTENT by reblogging😭😭😭😭😭 I feel like an ungrateful spoiled child (even though you said you don’t mind) 😭😭😭 I don’t even understand tumblr and I have like 10 followers???? Still, be prepared everyone bc YOU’LL BE HEARING FROM MY RANTING🤭 honestly I thought rb was like another way of commenting?? Am I already old to the point where I don’t understand apps??
I love praising authors for the hard work they do writing beautiful stuff for us so this is such god news to meee I CAN ACTUALLY HELP THEM🥲🥲🥲💜💜💜💜
LOLLLLL JAZ!!!! you can respond to things in whatever way your heart desires!!! it genuinely doesn't matter to me and you are the furthest thing from ungrateful so DO NOT EVEN 💀
but YES, the technical way this trash site works is that reblogs help boost engagement! however many followers you have, whether it's just 1 or 1 million, when you reblog something, it will show up on all of their dashes, thus spreading it that much further. so if any of your followers don't follow me, they'd see my post and perhaps be intrigued enough to check the series out, because of youuuuu~ it's like commenting but with a much further reach than just leaving a comment/ask, because you're also sharing the original post!
but it's seriously whatever you feel comfortable with 🫠 i love receiving feedback via asks as well, or comments, or however you prefer to do it 💜 i know some people don't like to actually put anything on their blog and just prefer to comment and message, and that's totally fine by me! real life is hard enough like why do we need rules on "the right way" to use tumblr ya know 🤣
ANYWAY i love you and i love that you care so much about making sure authors feel appreciated 🥺 it's so encouraging and i can tell you from authors everywhere that it really does mean the world.... 💜
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Heya💗 I just popped around to let you know that all the hateful messages you're getting, and have been getting, from both the fexi and st fandoms are so so so uncalled for. And stupid. And cruel. I honestly have not kept up with anything that has been going on, but I truly feel sorry and angry about this whole thing. It's always the sweetest people who get shit on. I don't know if this message is of any comfort to you, but I assure you, you have done so much good. I still think about your original and heartfelt work, your stories, your words, and they still make me feel so much joy. I know it's hard to feel inspired when there's so many people trying to put out your spark, but there's at least one thing that's positive about it: angry and resentful people wouldn't be coming for your spark if it weren't shining so bright. So feed it. Feed your creativity!! Rest, eat good food !! Anything you can do to keep yourself grounded and real. Because you, and your work, are real. None of these anons are real, and that's the difference. Whenever I think of you this image comes to mind, and I hope you won't take this the wrong way, and it's the image of Chrissy from st. You seem like the sweetest girl, truly. I'm not much older than you, I'm 23 years old, but I have to admit this: the way you write about love, the sweetness, the tenderness that you are able to convey, are so rare and so refreshing and made me feel so inspired. To think that all this wisdom comes from somebody close to my age makes me so happy. You already know this because I've already told you so many times!! But I really wanted to tell you again: you are a good person, and a good writer, and you never deserved any of the hurtful (and frankly embarrassing) messages that you've been getting. I wish you the best! I'm always happy to see your posts pop up on my dash 🌞 Best of wishes my dear, take care!!!💗✨💐
I’m not exaggerating when I say that this message completely cured all of my sadness about the whole situation. You’re one of my absolute favourite mutuals and I trust and value your opinion so much, so this means more than I can say. Your kindness and insight outweighs every sad thing to have happened and I cannot thank you enough 💗💗💗
I’m overwhelmed by what you’ve said about my writing - it is such an incredible thing to have my art recognised and appreciated for what I’m trying to achieve with it. I’m also elated to know that my writing brought you joy - that’s all the effect I have ever wanted to have. It is so kind of you to advise I invest my energy in staying in touch with that spark, because it’s what most important to me. You’re right, it’s real, and inextinguishable, and this mindless hatred isn’t.
I’m so touched by you comparing me to Chrissy - she was so sweet and so bright, and she had so much potential, she could’ve done so much good with her quiet kindness, her soft insight.
This message was really so powerfully healing to me after a dark couple of days, so thank you so much. Your blog is my favourite ever so I always feel flattered when you reblog from me. I’m so grateful to have you as my friend 💫🦋💕☀️🌷
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I posted 3,434 times in 2022
385 posts created (11%)
3,049 posts reblogged (89%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@wigglebox
@dean-you-assbutt-cas-loves-you
@spnscripthunt
@ltleflrt
@mittensmorgul
I tagged 3,384 of my posts in 2022
Only 1% of my posts had no tags
#destiel - 608 posts
#the winchesters - 486 posts
#spn fanart - 424 posts
#spnwin s1 spoilers - 409 posts
#spn fanfic - 257 posts
#spn script pages - 211 posts
#laugh rule - 154 posts
#signal boost - 112 posts
#smol things - 87 posts
#castiel winchester - 82 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#standing there with a 50-year-old band-aid tin full of mostly ivory and white buttons and pulling out these two? yeah that's magic baybeeeee
I sent 1 gift in 2022
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
the only thing worse than how it starts is how it ends
thanks carlos, having watched all of spn i'm pretty sure you're right about that lololololol
199 notes - Posted October 11, 2022
#4
Hi! What aspects of what we know about the prequel draw you to watch it? I am looking for a silver line in it that would motivate me to watch it because, as of now, I am very wary of the prequel. John and Mary as lead characters along with the final of SPN (heaven ending and they promised canon compliance) is not making me excited. This is not to rain on your parade, I am just looking for a better perspective! Robbie is a bonus but I'm a Casgirl and the prospect of Cas being in it seems dicey :(
Hi hi! I'm happy to help if I can, but I only know as much as any of us still, so I don't know how accurate some of this will be as we begin getting more information. But this is what I know:
-This will be set in the early 1970's. We'll learn more about Mary and her family, which honestly I've wanted to learn more about since 4.03, you know? She was raised hunting and was desperate to get out and live normal, but was clearly a competent and knowledgeable hunter. I would LOVE to know more about her and her family.
-we know it will incorporate the "love story" of John and Mary, and that as you pointed out, it will be canon compliant
-which means they will have to at least acknowledge what the cupid in 5.14 said about how difficult a match the two of them were to make... I am FASCINATED by what Heaven's involvement in their lives was before the events of 4.03.
-this was also the era during which John was in the Marine Corps. He fought in Vietnam. I'm super curious about whether he was protected in some way by having this "destiny" to father the fated vessels, and how that may have influenced his life in general.
-we might get more information about the state of Heaven/angels and Hell/demons prior to the beginning of the run up to the apocalypse. will there be shady stuff revealed about the goings-on there, or are they going to stick more to the mundane/normal hunter life of John and Mary? We just don't know, but this is something that I hope they do choose to explore a little bit.
-I don't know that this will have anything to do with the ending of the original Supernatural series. Unless it's stated up front that Dean is narrating this entire thing *from Heaven,* then I don't know how it would have any bearing on this series.
-I don't know that Cas *won't* ever be a character in this series, but it's not something I'm counting on, you know? He existed in that universe at the time the events will be taking place, but as far as we know outside of taking Dean back to 1973 to "stop it" in 4.03, he wasn't really involved in that era of events on Earth. Of course, he was able to time travel when he had his wings, but also he could've taken another vessel back at that time and interfered with things based on Heaven's orders (and if they were dead set on Cas looking like our Cas, they could present his vessel as Jimmy's father/Uncle/other ancestor and still use Misha as the actor... not saying that WILL happen, but that it COULD, but also i'm going into this not really expecting to see Cas at all, so any Cas we do see would feel like a bonus).
-Robbie Thompson. He's a treasure. He *cares* about canon. He knows the characters, and I trust his writing. He is NOT a John apologist (just the opposite, he has written some scathing critiques of Sam and Dean's childhood... I mean his FIRST episode of the series was Slash Fiction. Please look at his episode list and get a feel for how he sees canon...). And this time, rather than being a staff writer, he's running the show. That alone makes me eager to watch.
-Chaos Machine. A production company run by #1 Dean Stan Jensen Ackles, and #1 Cas Girl Danneel Ackles. But also a company whose first big hire was Renee Reiff, one of the founders of Out In Hollywood, and now the head of development. I'm...really not sure that any of these people are gonna side with folks that loved the series finale and thought it was perfect and a good ending for the characters... how people have gotten that impression from any of this, I just don't know. But I do not think this series is gonna be more of THAT.
-Based on the timing of everything, Jensen likely was in negotiations with WB for the rights to produce programming under the Supernatural banner before the original series was even done filming. We know he was Not A Fan of the ending, and that he has spoken diplomatically and carefully about it for the most part, but his discomfort with the ending is pretty clear. Not many people start a whole entire production company with a long game of eventually making a follow up to the original series.
-in the mean time, Jensen and Danneel are setting out to prove the SPN universe is in good hands. Because there ARE other stories in that universe I would love to hear. Not only Mary's story (because I am REALLY interested in seeing how she grew up and how Dean as narrator relates to that experience), but there are other stories in that universe that would be worth hearing too. The chances of them being able to TELL us those stories likely rest on the success of the Winchesters-- yes, even the potential for them EVER to be able to make an actual 15.20 redux, or a continuation of the original series at all, likely rests on the success of their first venture.
This is a thoughtful, creative bunch of people who WANT DESPERATELY to tell us more stories in the Supernatural Universe.
There are people who obviously will not care to watch, which is fine and good, but literally we do not know any more than what I stated above, and some of that is even speculation and guessing. I'm just exhausted by people who already believe they know what this show will be about and have decided to pre-hate it for their convenience.
Some parts of this fandom are just so fucking exhausting.
Will we love it? WHO KNOWS?! IT IS A MYSTERY! We don't even know who will be cast as Mary and John-- or anyone else in the series! We just do not know what the story is yet! Can we at least wait until then to decide to love or hate it?!
I'd love to at least give Jensen, Danneel, and Robbie the benefit of the doubt here...
227 notes - Posted February 5, 2022
#3
“bikini area”
(source)
243 notes - Posted February 7, 2022
#2
8.17 Call Sheet and Sides now up on the @spnscripthunt
What broke the connection? Dean forgives him and loves him, and Naomi forced him to choose. He chose Dean.
277 notes - Posted February 17, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
love that millie’s rule was telling henry “i love you” after they have a disagreement, or anything
and that’s her big regret, not getting to tell Henry “i love you” before he disappeared
everyone, please shriek loudly with me
374 notes - Posted October 18, 2022
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i should probably actually make an intro post huh
basics
uh. name’s luka or ret, whichever’s easier lol. pronouns are whatever is in your heart
i don’t actually have a dni because i know it won’t stop anybody but if i see you getting weird (in a bad way) i will block you
for the people that just read dnis to see where a person stands on stuff, me too lmao. i am anti-bigotry of any kind and also generally fall on the antiship side of things - i don’t mind media covering darker subject matter, but i think it’s important that it’s handled well and consumed responsibly. “i’m not thirsty over kids, i’m thirsty over the IDEA of kids!!” isn’t a defense to me, get outta here
actually important stuff:
if you see anything in my posts you want tagged let me know!! whether it’s a tw/cw or just for organization or something, don’t be afraid to ask :)
i private posts like all the time. constantly. if i decide i don’t like the vibes (aka if it starts making my anxiety levels go crazy) i just put it on private. with that being said they’re not deleted, so if you’re looking for a specific post/reblog you could’ve sworn i made just ask about it i probably have it somewhere. if i don’t i guess you were dreaming lmao
i have. so many social issues. and have absolutely no idea what normal human behavior is. so! if i say or do anything at all that makes you uncomfortable, please please i am begging you tell me!!! whether it’s “hey i don’t like unhinged tags on my posts,” “hey don’t bring up xyz in my comments/reblogs,” or absolutely anything else TELL ME!!!! i am just here for a good time i do not want anyone to be upset :(
tags i use
i made this account when i was 13 and the custom ones have never been updated please do not @ me
#twoadrawstuff - art i made
#twoa.txt - literally anything (except art posts) with original text basically. whether it’s a blog original or a reblog that i slapped something onto it’s going in here
[insert any fandom tag here] - anything related to said fandom
#shitpost - not necessarily funny or anything just stuff not to take too seriously lol
[any cw/tw tag] - anything related to that cw or tw. i’m only familiar with like the super common ones so again please ask for these if you want/need any!!
i think that’s pretty much it? i’m terrible when it comes to tagging stuff if you couldn’t tell
anyways i think that’s it!! feel free to ask if u have any questions, goodbye, drink water :)
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Regarding the post you reblogged about people criticizing kids cartoons, I wanted to point out that OP tagged it #spop and included this addition admitting that it’s mostly about that show. That being said, they missed the point of the criticisms completely. I haven’t seen one person complain that the world was saved with the power of friendship bc it WASN’T. It was saved by a poorly written rushed abusive romance. In fact, the critics actually wanted to see Adora’s friendships save the day instead of her awful romance with Catra since the show is called She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, despite the princesses barely getting a role. And if there HAD to be a romance, it could’ve been with Glimmer, which would’ve made more narrative sense and sent a better message to kids.
Next, I’m not sure why OP described SPOP as a show with a “pastel color palette about friendship and love and unity” as if these things detract from the bad writing, plus these themes weren’t even handled well. I have no issue with Catra being redeemed and I liked her in seasons 3 and 4. That’s not why the show is being accused of abuse apologism and this isn’t comparable to when Sugar was accused of being a nazi apologist over the SU finale. SPOP was rushed as well (I’m not sure if it got canceled like SU) but Catra’s redemption either should’ve started sooner or the romance should’ve been ditched. SU at least had a much better writing, representation, and messages for kids. It’s funny since imo SU and SPOP are not two sides of the same coin as OP claims. If OP wants shows that are ACTUALLY comparable to SU with “pastel colors, nuanced yet positive and relatable messages about love, fun for kids,” then they should watch MLP and Amphibia instead. Also I haven’t seen one SPOP critic who’s “appalled by anything that is remotely challenging to toxic masculinity” so that’s a load of BS. As for the remaining claims, those may pertain to the SU critics for all I know, but I have yet to see any SPOP critics express such sentiments or behave in such a way. The “hate blogs” for SPOP are really just critical blogs that make valid points rather than “a shit ton of bad faith misinterpretations” and aren’t “tearing [the show] to shreds,” plus the only harassment I’ve seen towards teens over a kid’s show has been from SPOP fans themselves.
This post also included a bunch of nonsense in the tags which I can no longer see since OP recently deactivated their account (in fact the only reason I’m able to share a link to the post is bc someone reblogged it), but they contained more misinterpretations of the criticisms along with slander towards the critics. I’m so sick of SPOP fans continuing to have no critical thinking skills while blindly defending the show and demonizing anyone who dares criticize it. It’s pathetic. Btw to clarify, my annoyance is not directed towards you since ik you reblogged the original post to defend SU (which as an SU fan, I’m grateful for), but I wanted to bring this up.
Literally the lack of awareness of that post. God.
SPOP and SU aren’t the same imo. Ya I’m biased no I don’t care. SPOP did not have the same level of network interference at all and SU still managed to have a consistent characterization for its lead that respected the message they were trying to tell about forgiveness and kindness being the answer. It went out of its way in SU: Future to address that while Stevens efforts and actions of forgiveness and kindness were what led to the end of the war and the Diamond authority tyranny, his actions also came from a place of insecurity in living up to his mother’s legacy and his desires to help people led him to throw himself into danger and get hurt constantly.
SPOP has none of this, it went out of its way to try and be a “nuanced and complex” take on teenagers in a war while poorly balancing it with kid friendly comedy. (Really aping on ATLA in the worst most unsubtle way.) It really showed how the creators really just wanted their fav ship fanservice because of the weird sibling/star crossed lover dynamic they forced onto Catra and Adora. And I get giving characters struggles in their relationships but they wanted their unproblematic yuri or whatever while never addressing the weird baggage and codependency that these two characters had with each other.
And to compare SU and SPOP again, even SU approached its redemptions with more tact and nuance despite my many many criticisms of it. Characters aren’t just wholesale forgiven and brought into the fold of the crystal gems. It takes peridot like a whole season, Lapis is ambivalent towards them even in episodes where they actively work together, Jasper has to go through hell before she even considers Steven and the gems worthy of her time and respect, the diamonds aren’t even properly forgiven by Steven in the entire series and only visit and communicate with him in post series stuff like the movie and future to give him updates on their reformation and fixing the harm they’ve caused and to awkwardly check in on him. SPOP literally just completely ignores that Catra alone literally actively committed acts of war not limited to but including the murder of a main characters parent.
Everyone knows the SU fandom was toxic asf and there was no justification for shitty fans to accuse Rebecca Sugar of being a Nazi apologist for making a show for kids about how being kind but still standing up for yourself can save the world. Because they for some reason didn’t consider that a kids show was never ever going to straight up have it’s pacifist protag eviscerate the big bad regardless of their crimes. *Cough cough* Aang *cough cough* But when you bring up shitty behavior from SPOP fans who cannot take any criticism at all because muh pretty pastel girl ship or even some of the disrespect for the original source material you get from the crew I find it very hard to give it the same grace as I do SU or other deeply flawed shows like Voltron.
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hey, so. this is probably gonna be the last time i log onto here. as you can see, this blog’s been abandoned for quite some time. (i didn’t log on again because anything happened - i don’t keep up with these people i helped to call out, i’m simply going through my old tumblr logins and deleting some different blogs/sideblogs that don’t need to be around)
re: jirachi:
the main reason i gave up, honestly? because none of these people - especially not jirachi - will ever stop. very shortly after the latest callout update for jirachi, i heard that she deleted her blog after being called out for vagueposting about someone. (i was not able to find receipts of this happening unlike other jirachi-related things, so take this one with a grain of salt.)
my entire conversation with jirachi in private at the time was extremely focused on how bad it made her feel, and i didn’t feel listened to whatsoever even when i started to pour my heart out about how what she & other people in the cuphead rpc did seriously hurt me. there was no way she was actually reading and listening to what i was saying - even a fast reader doesn’t reply that fast. it was very clear to me that she didn’t care, but just wanted me to take her callouts down. and to be honest, even despite not feeling listened to, i was willing to do that, and originally agreed i’d remove the callout doc after one year.
...and then, i heard of her guilt tripping people through vagueblogs, once again. keep in mind, this is a woman in her 30s who has now been called out for that type of behavior 3+ times. that is ample opportunity to learn you should treat other people online better, and yet. zero improvement, and one instance where she was blatantly lying and pretending to be new to tumblr so she could roleplay with people... instead of. you know, changing? i think she absolutely could’ve gotten trust back with the vague apologies i saw her post after this recent callout update, but. after hearing she’d been hurting people again - because, let’s be blatant, that IS what vagueblogging and other toxic behavior is. it’s harming others - i am not really that confident in her abilities to change.
re: aku and others:
uh. i’m genuienly not sure why people seem to REALLY believe this, because i have always had a very different typing style, but i am not the person who ran @/alluringroyal or who managed the aku callouts. i never interacted with aku, the most i’ve done is read their callouts and go “wow that’s awful behavior” and signal boost it by reblogging. i have zero affiliation with that person who ran alluringroyal. said person and i are not even friends. i really can’t do or help with anything relating to these situations, sorry.
things i’d like people to pay attention to:
i’m not kirm. my pronouns are he/him. (i have never used they/them pronouns and was unable to use they/them for many years due to a hyperspecific abuse trigger, and i still would not be able to pick they/them as a preferred pair and can only handle those pronouns being used before i introduce myself.) afaik kirm is she/they and has never used he/him.
also, i never went by mono or monoking as a name but i guess you can use that to refer to me if you need to mention me since it remained my url here after i stopped roleplaying.
conclusions:
here are the links to the different callouts i worked on. however, i have no plans At All to ever touch or update these again. these are essentially here as archives and i do acknowledge it’s entirely possible x person mentioned could’ve changed - but. i think that they should stay up so that if these people start harming more people, it can serve to show patterns and allow people to build their own conclusions on whether or not they want to interact.
nemo || cw: pedophilia mentions, suicide, guilt tripping
(found this right after i posted this post) nemo has apparently recently apologized and as far as i can tell actually was serious in addressing the issues with her behavior. i genuinely think this is an awesome step. this is all anybody ever wanted, really. read that here. however, i am uneasy about the part where she claims she didn’t stalk someone. i no longer have communication with this person, but i spoke at length to the victim of this, and they experienced things like getting email notifications from old blogs of nemo’s following her. these old blogs were otherwise abandoned for YEARS, and the logical conclusion here [to me and to the victim] is that nemo only logged onto them because she was blocked on her main blog, and the following (and then unfollowing) was an accidental press while nemo was checking their blog to see if they were posting about her. either way, i do genuinely think it’s pretty awesome nemo acknowledged her faults.
like i said above, i don’t really want to touch these documents, but nemo’s genuine attempt at apologizing for toxic behavior does deserve archiving as much as the original behavior did, so i will figure out somewhere to include it later on.
blue || cw: rape mentions, transphobia and homophobia, guilt tripping
jirachi (& gigi, altho i’m pretty sure gigi has entirely left any roleplay commmunity) || cw: pedophilia mentions/pedophilic fanart, diaper kink, fetish mining, guilt tripping, misgendering
nil || pedophilia mentions, guilt tripping
faz || enabling of people mentioned above, ableism
resources:
a couple blogs that i personally follow or used to follow are:
@nbapprentice , @dontreblogbigots @persontoblockoftheday
i also found these blogs:
https://www.tumblr.com/multicallout https://www.tumblr.com/akugetahint
i don’t plan to ever log in here again, i won’t see or respond to any comments or anything. i did queue up some re-reblogs of callouts and what i think is current info about some folks i used to hear horror stories. peace out.
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pairing .. corpse x girlfriend!reader (fem)
summary .. in which you’re very crafty and corpse loves rings
part two .. read here
the first flower.
“Hey, Corpse?” You called from the kitchen, signaling with your voice for your boyfriend to make an appearance as your hands were very clearly full and preoccupied.
You’d been working on your own personal craft project for about an hour now, your hands being very tired, along with your drooping eyelids. You’d barely managed to get anything done with your lack of creativity and skill.
Some people were meant for the fine arts—you, however, were not one of those people.
The island counter was a complete mess, an array of flowers and string were sprawled across the dark granite, sprinkling little bits of nature around the normally stark room.
You, yourself, looked like a mad woman. Little bits of leaves and excess petals were stuck to your clothes, hair, and face. If you’d walk outside, any stranger passing by would assume you were a wicked florist.
“Yeah?” Corpse called out from his gaming room, currently in the midst of streaming but he always made time for you. “What is it, beautiful?”
He stopped before fully walking into the kitchen, taking in the chaotic sight before him, before a bright smile lit up his face.
Corpse let out a bellyaching laugh, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
You relaxed against his chest. Sighing in content as he gently picked away at the leftover flowers, throwing them to the counter in a careless manner.
He then took notice to what you had actually created, picking the only well made item up in the air and into his line of vision.
“You made this?” He asked, an expression of pure awe struck his features. He turned it around in his hand, getting a good look from every possible angle.
You nodded your head, taking the craft out of his grasp and into your own. “They’re rings, you see?”
“I saw something about them online and I thought I should give it a try.”
Corpse took your hand and raised it above your head, spinning you around to face him. He rested his forehead against yours and pressed a light kiss to your temple.
“I love it.”
You kissed him again, this time on the lips, before taking the ring in your palm and sliding it onto his pointer finger. “Good, because I made it just for you.”
“So you’ll always have a reminder of me during the bad times.”
He tapped your chest, right above your heart, proceeding to tap his own right afterwards. “I love you.” He whispered, not breaking eye contact for even a second. “With all of my heart.”
You smirked, pulling him in for another kiss, “As you should.”
the second flower.
You mentally cursed at yourself, accidentally walking into the night side table as you attempted to find your way around the bedroom in total darkness.
It’d been about two hours since you had woken up to work on Corpse’s birthday surprise, wanting the gift to be entirely perfect.
Replicating the original flower ring was much harder than you’d anticipated. Not having any material to base the new item off of was a real setback, but you had no choice as the first gift had died not even a week after it’d been worn.
Corpse was devastated when the flower wilted, having no way of staying alive without nutrition and a water source. He showed it to you, full of guilt for allowing your hard work to go to waste.
Although you reassured him that there was nothing he could’ve done to save the fragile flower, he still chose to keep it in his wallet. He said it was his lucky charm, not that those even existed.
But you thought it was cute. You love it when he expressed his love for you, even when it was in the simplest of manners.
Which was exactly why you’d woken up early in the morning to make Corpse’s birthday gift perfect. He deserved more than the best, and you were making sure that that was what he received.
“Corpse, wake up.” You said, softly shaking his shoulders while pressing kisses all over his cheeks. “Wake up, love.”
He groaned, taking his pillow and pressing it over his face. Though the look of low energy oozed from his aura, he made sure to give your hand a squeeze, giving you the sign that he was listening.
You proceeded to slip the new ring onto his middle finger, the familiar feeling causing Corpse to peek out from underneath the safety of his pillow.
He stared at the gift, fully processing the fact that he’d been sleeping without you, before yanking you with his grip and into the security of the comforter.
Corpse held your face in his hands, rubbing his flower dawned finger against your cheeks. A tired smile graced his lips, silently thanking you with the serenity of the sunrise beside you.
the third flower.
You knocked on the door of the gaming room, careful to make sure that it was an appropriate time to enter.
Interrupting Corpse’s streaming or recording hours was one of your least favorite things to do, accidental or on purpose. Corpse, of course. said he never minded, but getting in the way of his work would never be your intention.
“Come on in, Y/N!” He replied cheerfully, clearly in the middle of a livestream, but happy to hear that you wanted to visit him. “Say hi to the fans.”
You leaned into his mic, tapping it like a beginner to see if it was working. “Hi guys! Just popping in for a second to give Corpse a little present!”
Corpse’s ears perked up at your announcement. He sat patiently, looking at you with an adorable expression as you held your hands behind your back to add a bit of drama.
Slowly, you held out your lightly clenched fist above his open palm, dropping yet another flower ring onto his soft skin.
His eyes sparkled at the sight, bouncing slightly while he waited for you to do as you’ve always done—the very important job of sliding the ring onto one of his fingers.
You instinctively placed the item on the next finger over, which coincidentally happened to be his ring finger. He held his hand up to you, giving you a good look at your hard work.
“You’re amazing,” he smiled, his mic having been muted since you had finished saying your piece to the viewers. “You’re actually the greatest thing in my life.”
You scoffed at that, rolling your eyes at his exaggeration. “And you’re the most dramatic person in my life.”
Corpse laughed, returning to his stream after leaving his fans waiting for five or so minutes. You lingered in the room for a while, admiring his strategy and comfortability with his watchers, before leaving to get some of your own work done.
“What was it that Y/N gave me?” You heard Corpse say out loud as he read one of the comments after being killed early on in the round. You were sitting in the living room, realizing that you’d left the door wide open after you had left.
“She makes the cutest little flower rings for me. Hold on, I’ll post another picture of my hand so you guys can get a look at it.”
You clicked on Instagram as the notification that he’d posted popped up on your phone, liking the new photo without hesitation. Comments had already flooded the picture, all of them saying the exact same thing.
@user: is that ring on your wedding finger?!
@user: i think we lost him for real this time guys :(
@user: congrats on the engagement!
You laughed as you read the absurd conclusions that the viewers were jumping to, amused and grateful for their unconditional support of your relationship with Corpse, before a gasp escaped your lips.
@corpse_husband: guys were not engaged rn, but we will be once i finally figure out how to make these flower rings myself
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love you, regardless
pairing: best friend!atsumu x gn!reader ft osamu!
genre: hurt/comfort
tws!: none,, enjoy!
summary: finally reconnecting with your long time best friend, atsumu, he decides to tell you exciting news that he kept from you all these years.
notes: horrible choice of words. i never think much when i write these oops
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“i’m engaged! and i want you to be there during our wedding day!” the blonde, now black haired man said with a smile bright enough to light up the whole restaurant.
engaged? since when? no, since when did you have a girlfriend.
“gosh tsumu...that’s great!” you said in surprised tone, giving a short glance at his brother, osamu, asking him when did this all happened telepathically. “it really is, she’s the love of my life.” atsumu sighed followed by a chuckle.
osamu was just there, sitting next to his brother, feeling guilty because he knew what your original plans were for today.
the day you got your first call from atsumu since high school graduation, you knew what you had to do, that is to confess your little high school crush to atsumu. you knew he felt that same. come on, the late night talks together, the little things he did for you like a boyfriend would do. you felt your face flushed, continuously punching your pillow out of excitement. you knew this was your so called main character moment. you immediately called osamu, asking tons of personal questions about atsumu and he was alright with answering them since he knew about you cute little crush on this twin brother. until a certain question caught him off guard.
“say samu...what’s your ring size? since you and tsumu are twins...i assume the both of you have the same ring size..” you told him, twirling your hair like a stupid kid experiencing their first love again.
“y/n...look-“
“it’s okay if you don’t know!! ill just get those free sized ones!!”
“no that’s not it..it’s atsumu he actua-”
“yeah yeah i know, he prefer silver jewellery! i knew that. anyway thanks samu, you really help me a bit! see you on saturday!!”
osamu felt guilt crippling all over him. he couldn’t say the truth. he was too scared. he didn’t want to ruin your mood or ruin both you and tsumu’s friendship. yet here the three of you are. ones clueless, ones heartbroken and the other is just filled with guilt.
tsumu notices your face expression and raised an eyebrow. “you alright y/n? don’t tell me you’ve got a cold? it’s been chilly these days so i assume yo-”
“no tsumu. i’m fine i just remembered i had unfinished projects to do today.” you stood up, feeling embarrassed. not giving atsumu a single glance. “i’d love to stay but i really need to submit them by tomorrow” you chuckled whilst fixing your coat.
“ah..i see. no worries! ill hand over the invitation card though mail then!”
shut up. please just shut up. i hate you
is what you wish to say.
“sure thing tsumu.”
osamu was just there. he was speechless. he felt useless and so much regret. it was technically his fault for not mentioning about atsumu’s relationship earlier. after you left he quickly followed behind, passing atsumu his last few changes to pay for dinner.
“i should’ve have told you.” he guiltily said.
“don’t worry about it hm? we can’t have anything we want in this world anyway.” you said happily, ignoring the sharp stabbing ache in your heart. your hand reaches over the man’s flushed face and caressed his cheek, noticing a teardrop falling down.
“it’s all my fault. i could’ve prevented this from happening. all of this just because of my selfishness and-”
“..and that’s okay, i’ve never seen tsumu so happy...his happiness matters more to me and i should thank you. thank you for talking care of him well while i was away.”
the both of you sobbed and sobbed. other pedestrians giving the both of you awkward looks, though that didn’t matter. this was a reminder to you that nothing will go your way and that you could look forward to more exciting things in life. this memory will haunt you till the end of time, reminding you how you’ll love atsumu regardless.
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Minors
Okay so, I originally wrote this in response to this post (my friend's reblog is linked instead of the original because OP either deleted it from their blog I guess?), but I feel like this constitutes as its own post.
I know this may sound like an overbearing parent "don't trust strangers on the internet" talk, but like. I don't think a lot of you understand just how quickly a situation can escalate; it's scary. I mean that not in a condescending "you think you're untouchable you stupid little child, you don't really know what the world is like" way either, but as in, I don't think internet safety is being taught realistically, so those things you're told to watch out for are far-fetched or already seem suspect.
Predators don't work the way TV shows joke that they do -- most predators aren't going to try and message you at random posing as a teenage girl and attempt to strike up a friendship. A lot interact in community spaces like tumblr, where some level of anonymity is allowed, and it's not odd for there to be people of both minor and adult ages. They interact with a variety of people -- not just targets. They will have full-fledged social circles. Their blogs and social interactions will look like literally any other person's on here.
Then, of the different blogs they follow, they end up interacting a lot with a certain user. Maybe the kind of humor clicks, or similar opinions, or interests. Nothing out of the ordinary; that's how people make friends. Maybe then they start by sending an ask, or a message, or whatever, and that continues for a bit until you two are kind of acclimated to one another, and then, as far as everyone is concerned, it's just a new friend! Neat! That's how you make friends on the internet. They most likely did this with their other friends on tumblr. Nothing weird. In this hypothetical, the minor party has their full name and city public.
But then this person you make friends with -- the way you would any other person on this website -- turns out to be 10+ years your senior. Which like. Honestly, you don't have to cut them out of your life and block them immediately, but you inform them you're 10 years younger than them. A responsible adult would respond to that knowledge with anything from the range of "oh holy shit you're baby uhh I feel a little weird interacting with you so personally" to "oh goodness you are a youngling I will now enter caregiver/parent-like mode". And there will be an established tone from there of "we may still interact but there is going to always be a set emotional distance". It'll have a different dynamic/feeling to the friendships you have with people your age. And it should. Both parties can still care about each other! But this isn't someone you would like. Hang out one on one with. You wouldn't hang out with your mom's friend one on one, or at your teacher's home alone. That'd be weird, right? That should be the same kind of vibe you get with any adult "friendship" you make online (I put friendship in quotes because I feel like... there's a better term for it, or should be one that establishes that adult/minor relationship, but if there is I can't for the life of me remember it).
But maybe that person doesn't go down that path. Maybe it comes off that way at first, but there's a subtle level of emotional manipulation that is subtle enough that you're not certain you can accuse them of being manipulative. "Oh wow, you're so much younger than me... do you still want to talk to me / be friends / etc.? I can leave you alone now if you want." Warning sign #1: they are pressuring you to make the decision; they are placing responsibility on you. And it might feel a little mean to just drop communication all of a sudden because of age -- you got along fine before. Why should that change anything? That's a rational thought process, but it's also the one that benefits them too.
So hypothetically, you say "no it's okay, we can still talk. we were talking just fine before we found out each other's ages so why should that change?" And then maybe the conversation continues normally from there. But then they continue interacting with you as your peers would. You guys talk about stuff that's been stressing you or your problems, just like you would with your peers. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. Warning sign #2: That form of emotional connection isn't normal with an adult/minor relationship. I have minors that follow me. They have talked to me about their problems, and I've offered advice and wisdom; I don't condemn that because, well. As adults, we should help guide the younger if asked. But when it comes to my troubles, I limit how much I discuss with them. I don't bring them up myself (it's often brought up by the other party because I'll post about it on here, like a vent post or whatever). And while I don't brush them off with a short "don't worry about it", I make it clear -- I appreciate that you care enough to make sure I'm okay (because their sympathy / care is just as valuable as an adult's), but even if I'm not okay, the burdens and problems surrounding my troubles will be dealt with by me. I don't ask them for advice. I don't goad them for sympathetic words. And it's not that I believe they couldn't give good advice, or their sympathy means less, but an adult should not be relying on a minor for those levels of emotional labor. That established emotional connection where both parties exchange advice and comfort is how predators manipulate their victims because it's subtle and seemingly harmless, and difficult to paint them as a bad person when you have that level of emotional trust.
And once that emotional connection is established, that's when things can escalate, and get scary, quickly.
One day while talking they will probably bring it up -- the way one of your peers would. Something along the lines of "hey can I tell you something?" or "there's something I want to tell you but I'm afraid you won't want to talk to me anymore if I do" etc. etc.; with that peer/peer dynamic, that'll make you anxious, sure. You'd probably get anxious if they were your own age and said that too. So then, it comes out in some form that "I like you, but like... as more than a friend" or "I think you're really cute; I have for a bit now actually" or something similar. Obviously then it's uncomfortable.
But then you realize -- this is an adult. This is someone who has access to transportation. This is someone that doesn't have to report to someone (i.e. a minor can't just say "I'm going out of town for a week bye!" like your parents would, or SHOULD, be like "uh okay where are you going, who are you going to be with, why, etc. etc. etc."). And they know your full name and a general idea of where you live. You could just block them then and there and remove that information from your blog. But what if they already saved it? What if they already used one of those websites where you can look up a person's address by name for $5? What if they already know where you live, and they had planned on asking to meet up? They might know where you live. And you can't confirm or deny that they know. You can't say for sure if you removed that information before they saved it and used it for that purpose. Suddenly, there's the very real possibility that a pedophile that admitted to being attracted to you knows where you live.
Then what do you do? You should tell your parents or a trusted authority figure. But you're also a teenager and there's the likelihood that your parents might brush it off, or get angry with you, and you might get your internet taken away, etc., which is stressful because that takes away a major social area. To build upon the anxiety with that, there's the risk of unknowing if this person does know where you live, and if they do, if they are just unstable enough to do something drastic, like, y'know. Kidnap you. Because they know where you live. And they may know your school schedule too. And if your parents or trusted authority figure doesn't know about this situation, you may end up a missing child never found at worst, or found with far more trauma (5 years of life being kidnapped as opposed to a few months) that could've been avoided had someone known the situation.
But to 100% ensure your safety, it would have to be reported to the police. Because your parents can't do anything about the fact that a pedophile on the internet might know where you live. They can't confirm or deny that they know, and if they did, there's not much they can do other than keep an eye out for someone that looks out of the ordinary. But if they're most likely not home at the same time you are all the time. So, having the police involved ensures your safety -- if you open a case. You can report it to the police, and they'll ask: do you want to press charges (because it could be considered a form of child endangerment). If you say no, then that guarantees if you are kidnapped, that person would be the first they'd look to as a suspect. But to avoid that kidnapping risk at all, you'd have to say yes. And you're a kid that's now having to get involved in court just to avoid any risk to your safety because a pedophile may or may not have your address and may or may not be someone that would abduct their target, and so even if they didn't have your address and wouldn't kidnap you, you are now in a legal situation, which is. extremely. stressful. As someone's who's dealt with the court system a lot it's stressful no matter what.
And sure, you could omit the last step. But then you'll have that looming anxiety for as long as you're a minor that there is a possibility this person may show up at your house at some point. And that anxiety is fucking torture. I know it firsthand, I know all of this up to the legal portion firsthand, because this is exactly how I got tangled up with a pedophile in high school. That anxiety can make you paranoid. It impacts your sleep, which impacts your emotional tolerance and your concentration. It looms and there's nothing you can do to get rid of it other than convince yourself "they probably don't have my address; they probably won't find me". And that logic becomes sounder as time passes. But it requires time to pass, and in the meantime, you sit in constant suffering suspense.
It's just not fucking worth it, okay? You might think "this would never happen to me" but like. I was the fat emo weirdo in high school, literally considered attractive by no one and told so by peers and I still had it happen to me. So don't think "I'm not appealing enough" or whatever. Put self-esteem issues aside here, because to them, you're underage and at a power dynamic disadvantage not just physically, but most likely emotionally too. They care that you're a certain (under)age and can be manipulated into sexual acts. They will target you no matter how ugly you think you are or how unattractive your peers have convinced you.
So please. As an adult, that went through this situation (and could've had it turn out a lot worse tbh) -- do not disclose your real name (especially last names), location more specific than country, phone number, or school publicly online or to anyone you cannot 100% trust. I practice half of these in adulthood just to err on the side of caution since a full name and phone number alone could be used to find my address, and there are some preeeeetty unstable people out there. As a minor, absolutely no one needs any information unless you plan on meeting them in person, which should only be done after you've gotten to know them extremely well and both parties' parents know and are involved. It doesn't need to be on your public profile, and it shouldn't be on your public profile. I want your social media experience to be as enjoyable as possible, I don't want you feeling like you have to constantly keep an eye out for predators. But to keep yourself as safe as possible, don't purposefully make that information public. It's simple, but it’ll help you avoid so much potential stress.
Please stay safe.
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Family Pt.3 | Eddie Munson x y/n
if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it
Word count: 9.3k
TW: LABOR, CHILDBIRTH, CONTRACTIONS, SLIGHT MENTIONS OF DEATH (?), CHARACTER REMEMBERS ABUSIVE EX FOR A BIT, THROWING UP, DIZZINESS, BREASTFEEDING, CURSING, ( plz let me know if I missed anything)
summary: Eddie and the group take care of you as you come out of your abusive relationship and then find out you have a baby on the way
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“You’ve got to be kidding me” you muttered, hastily slipping your shorts off and throwing them in the laundry. You changed into dry clothes and cleaned up to the mess, gasping when you felt the next contraction. “Holy shit- oww!” You groaned, squeezing the shit out the worn out couch.
You tried the stupid breathe through it method but you were still in copious amounts of pain and you felt stupid, but at least it kept you from being too loud. This was definitely stronger than the ones from before, it made you scared to find out how intense they were going to be at the end.
You let it pass and called everyone you could think of at the moment who knew how to drive, Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce, Hopper, Wayne, and somehow all of them were busy. You heard a knock at the door and groaned, this was not a good time.
“Dustin?” You asked and he smiled. He held up Eddie’s denim vest and said “Eddie left this at my house and since I was passing by I figured I could drop it off” “do you have your permit yet?” You asked and he cleared his throat. You grabbed the vest, threw it at the couch and stood there waiting for an answer.
“I- technically yes, b-but that doesn’t mean I can drive really good” he said frantically and you sighed. You took a deep breath and said “what’s the farthest you’ve ever driven?” “School and back” he said and you rolled your eyes. “Do you know where the hospital is?” You asked.
He nodded, eyes widening as he connected the dots. “Good. I need you to drop me off, my water just broke and all three of them just had to go to grab some food, not one of them could’ve stayed back with the pregnant woman who’s super overdue and could’ve literally gone into labor at any moment and of course, it happens when no one is there to take said woman to hospital and everyone she knows is busy of course. Assholes,” you said, all while going and grabbing the hospital bag, and writing them a note for when they get back.
“Y/n…I-I can’t- I don’t even know how to parallel park yet” he said and you sighed shakily. You handed him the bag and said “it’s either that or you let me drive myself, get into another car crash and have to live with the knowledge that you could’ve just driven the 15 minutes it would’ve taken you to prevent me from having yet another near death experience”
“Okay, but what if I crash the car?” He asked and you groaned. You ran your hands through your hair and said “then so be it. But I am literally having contractions every 5 minutes and am going to push a baby out in the very near future and there’s a much higher chance of me causing a crash than you. Just drive slow, she isn’t coming out right this minute”
You gave him 5 dollars and he handed it back letting out a shaky breath as he made it to your car. You sighed relievingly and got to your room as fast as you could and grabbed your keys, locking the trailer and throwing them at Dustin.
He sighed and got in, unlocking your door and as soon as you were about to sit down, you had a contraction. You yelped softly, grabbing the edge of the door and the hood of the car to keep yourself upright. “Mmh- shit!” You moaned, the pain was really bad, you were honestly contemplating getting that epidural when you finally got to the hospital even if it cost extra.
Dustin jumped out of the car and helped you sit down, letting you squeeze his hand and made sure you were breathing pretty regularly. You whimpered and said “I-I’m…ugh! I’m so-sorry,” “hey, hey it's okay. You never have to apologize for something like this, it’s something you can’t control or make go away, it’s painful and it’s stressful and scary. You just have to focus on the baby and the fact that you’re gonna meet her soon” he said and you grunted, breathing heavily as it got even more intense.
He calmed you down and got the car started, carefully backing out of the driveway. You sighed and said “is your hand okay? I squeezed it pretty hard, I couldn’t help it” “I’m okay, don’t you worry about me. Your main focus is meeting your baby and how soon she’s gonna be there” he said and you whimpered.
“Ohh god that is terrifying. I’ll have a brand new, fragile little baby to take care of and raise for the rest of its life within the next 24 hours” you said, rubbing soothing circles on your bump as you felt her move around a lot.
“You got this. You’re gonna do just fine, plus you’ve got all the support and help you need and then some” he said quietly, focusing on the road more so than his voice. You sighed softly, hoping Eddie would get to you soon, you really wanted him and just wanted his presence and his comfort through the worst pain of your life.
You broke Dustin’s hand to get through the next 3 contractions and finally you made it to the hospital. You changed into a hospital gown, the nurses putting on the monitors and stuff which the baby was so desperately trying to kick off. Dustin came back in and you awed.
“You didn’t have to stay. I’ll be okay, you should go home and get to bed” you said and he sighed. He sat at the edge of the bed and said “and leave you here to have the baby alone?” “Well, the actually having the baby part is probably pretty graphic. I don’t want to scar you for the rest of your life and ruin sex for you before it even happens” you said and you both laughed.
He fiddled with the end of his shirt and said “then I’ll stay until we can get ahold of Eddie or until the nurses kick me out” “whatever, Dustin,” you said and took a deep breath, you were so not looking forward to hours and hours and hours of these contractions.
You waited anxiously for Eddie, those nerves showing as your heartbeat monitor beeped fast, your doctors becoming increasingly concerned. “I-I’m fine…look, I’m about to push an entire watermelon sized baby out of a very small hole, wouldn’t you be nervous?” You snapped, trying to get these doctors to leave you alone.
He took a deep breath and said “I understand miss, I do-” “really? That’s weird, considering you are severely lacking the uterus and vagina you would need to actually understand” you said and sighed, rubbing your bump.
“Just, try to take a few deep breaths and calm down. We’re concerned about your heart rate, it’s a lot higher than it should be” he said and you looked up at that machine. You nodded, maybe 120 was a bit too fast.
“What’s going on? There’s no way that’s just nerves” Dustin asked after the doctor left. You let out a shaky breath and said “I just…I’m fine, everything’s fine” You felt pathetic, you were freaking out all because Eddie wasn’t here? He wouldn’t have been here anyways if you didn’t show up crying on his doorstep all those months ago. In fact you’d probably be in your car right now or in some alley if you hadn’t come back to him.
“You’ve said “I’m fine” so many times since I met you it doesn’t even sound like words anymore. Who are you trying to convince? Because if you’re trying to convince me it’s not gonna work” he said and you wiped a tear away, taking a deep breath as you felt the next contraction coming.
“I-I’m fine….” You said and Dustin shook his head, giving you his hand to squeeze. It just felt so stupid, whining about Eddie not being here. You really were fine, things would just be better if you had him by your side. You felt so safe with him, a security you’d never felt with anyone else.
You made Dustin get dinner and eventually you heard Eddie talking through Dustin’s walkie talkie. “Hey, hey Eddie we’re here” Dustin said and you whimpered. Eddie quickly started talking, you could tell he was nervous.
“Is it true? Is she in labor?” Eddie asked. Dustin sighed and said “yea, yea. I came to drop something off right after her water broke and she forced me to drive her to the hospital” “she had to force you? What kind of asshole are you, she’s literally 10 months pregnant and having her baby and she had to force you?” Eddie said, you could hear the engine turning in his truck and the faint sounds of Robin and Steve talking in the background.
“I barely know how to drive! I didn’t wanna be responsible for killing them!” He said and you chuckled. Eddie came back on and said “can I talk to her?” “Yea, yea sure” Dustin said and handed you the walkie.
“Hey…” you said softly and Eddie smiled to himself unbeknownst to you. He let out a breath of relief and said “hi, beautiful. How are you feeling?” “I’m in a ton of pain. Those stupid books made me think this was gonna be a lot easier, they fucking lied” you said and chuckled.
“Shit- I’m sorry. How far apart are the contractions?” He asked and you groaned, turning over on your other side since you were getting uncomfortable. You sighed and said “5 minutes. To tell you the truth I was having them since last night but they were 20 minutes apart and felt like nothing” “what? Why didn’t you say anything?” He panicked.
“Because, Ed’s. I knew it wasn’t that serious yet. Besides, we’re fine, that was like the very beginning of the process, I didn’t need you shitting your pants just yet” you said and chuckled. He sighed and said “you’re gonna be the death of me. We’re on our way, we’ll be there soon. Keep breathing, make sure you’re breathing, the baby needs that oxygen”
“I know Ed’s, I know” you said and caressed your stomach, realizing this was one of the last times you were ever gonna get to do that. This was the last day you were gonna be pregnant. These were the final few kicks you were ever gonna feel. She was no longer going to be protected in your womb after today.
Dustin went to talk to Eddie outside for a second and you teared up slightly at the realization that the pregnancy was ending. She’s so much safer inside, literally anything could happen to her once she comes out. You hated every single day this last week and a half that you woke up to kicks and looked down at your bump, still there with the empty crib across the room. You’d kill to have one more day of waking up to kicks.
You started crying a little, you really didn’t want it to end. You thought you did, you thought you were ready. Dustin came back in and ran over with concern, wiping the tears away and trying to calm you down. “Hey, hey it’s okay, talk to me” he said and you sniffled.
“I’m fine, everything’s fine” you said and he groaned. He sighed and said “can you please just open up to me about one thing? Nothing is fine, y/n, nothing. So just tell me, tell me what’s going on” “I’m…I just got to thinking and- a-and I realized that this the last day I’ll have her protected in here. Anytime she kicks, it could be the last kicks I ever feel. These next couple hours are going to be the last moments of me being pregnant with her. I’m just…emotional” you said and he shook his head.
“No, no, it’s okay to be emotional about it. This has been your way of life for months, you’ve gotten used to it and grown to love it even when you hate it and now it’s ending, very very soon. Be emotional about it, you’re allowed to be emotional about anything. Just stop holding it all in, that’s all” Dustin said and you took a deep breath, nodding.
You sighed and said “thank you…I’m sorry I just- I-I don’t know I thought maybe it was dumb and I was- oww! Oh my…god!” “Contraction?” He asked and you whimpered. You took a deep breath and said “yea…fuck, it hurts” He shushed you softly and you bit your lip, whimpering through the pain.
Eddie arrived 10 minutes later and you saw him asking a nurse where your room was. Steve pointed to your room and said “there she is,” They all ran towards the room, stopping for a minute to catch their breath. As soon as Eddie wrapped his arms around you, your heart rate slowed down significantly and you felt safe, and relaxed.
Robin, Steve, and Dustin rolled their eyes at the two of you. “Her heart rate was getting so high the doctors were concerned, but the second that he gets his arms around her it’s like nothing ever happened” Dustin said and they chuckled.
“Are you okay? How bad is it? Is she okay? Is everything going according to plan so far?” he asked and you chuckled. You sniffled and said “everyone’s okay, the pain sucks balls and everything is going good so far” “good, good” he said and kissed your head, looking at the monitors for a moment.
“God, I can’t believe it’s actually happening. Feels like we’ve been waiting forever for her to get here” he said and you nodded. You took a deep breath and said “did you eat?” “No, no we panicked but Steve absolutely did not forget to bring it with us” he said and everyone laughed.
You spent some time cuddled up to Eddie, they even brought your pregnancy pillow and you cried some more, realizing you wouldn’t actually need it anymore after today. It was a little funny if we’re being honest, but you were genuinely so sad about it at the moment so Eddie obviously had to comfort you the best he could.
He hated the contractions just as much as you did, really hoping this would go by fast. Most of the books said something like 4-8 hours, but Joyce told you it lasted over 10 hours with both of her boys and you died inside, praying to god you wouldn’t be in labor forever.
Eddie was really good and supportive, breathing with you, rubbing your bump to hopefully at least comfort you, making sure the damp towel on your neck stayed cold, wiping your tears for you, constantly making sure everything was going well whenever a nurse or doctor came to check on you. Steve eventually took Dustin home, and the both of them were being as supportive as they could be as well.
Eddie insisted you get one last Polaroid of you pregnant, which nearly brought you to tears again but you managed, he took one of you in the bed, all teary eyed with greasy hair and under eye bags. Your gown was pulled up because the doctor was readjusting your monitors a moment ago and you hadn’t moved it back down so you could really see your bump and how big it had gotten.
“I can’t wait to look back and see how bad I looked,” you said and chuckled. Robin chuckled and Steve said “you don’t even look bad, besides you can look however you want you’re practically on your deathbed at this point”
It really did feel that way, it’d been 3 hours since your water broke and you’d only dilated from 3 centimeters to 4 which meant you still had a long time to go. Robin had fallen asleep on one of the couches whilst the boys made sure you were staying calm and you weren’t stressing too much.
You felt so tired already, the pain making you feel exhausted even though you’d only been laying here the entire time. “Are you sure you don’t want the epidural?” Steve asked and you groaned. You were facing him, your hands holding onto the handles at the top of your hospital bed in anticipation of the next contraction.
“The epidural costs more than the fortune I’m already gonna pay. I can handle the pain for a few more hours, especially if it saves me money” you said and he sighed. He crossed his arms and said “you’re also exhausted and in desperate need of some sleep”
“Nooo. No you two are not tricking me into it, absolutely not. Plus, the epidural is so damn scary if you think about it. I won’t be able to feel anything, I literally won’t be able to feel my legs at all. I’ll have to piss in a goddamn bag because I won’t be able to control anything. And there are a lot of things that can go wrong, because they are shoving a needle into my spine or whatever they do” you said and sighed, moving onto your back.
They rolled their eyes and you chuckled, rubbing your bump to soothe her restless movements. “Oh- shit, she needs a name” you said and Eddie scoffed. He ran a hand through your hair and said “you just now thought about that?” “I mean- no, no I just…oh god, what do I name her? She’ll be stuck with that name for the rest of her life, it has to be a good one” you said and Steve shook his head.
“What about…Ozzy?” Eddie said and you rolled your eyes. You sniffled and said “I’m serious. Actual name suggestions, please” “Abigail” Steve said and you shook your head. You sat up, grabbing a napkin from the fast food place the three of them ate from and started writing down name ideas.
So far they’d suggest about a thousand but you only really felt like 5 of them could suit her. This was way harder than you expected. Robin woke up and got mad that everyone let her sleep when she should be here for you, but lord knows you’d be sleeping if you could.
She had some slightly better suggestions but you were getting nervous about it, you had literal hours until she was here. Speaking of which, you were examined again at the 5th hour of your torture and you had dilated to 5 centimeters so you were halfway there.
“I can't wait for it to be over” you said and chuckled as Eddie did a goofy little dance to celebrate the halfway mark. Robin yawned and said “you and me both” “Rob, if you wanna go home, you can” you said and she shook her head.
“No, no you’re having the baby I have to be here” she said and you chuckled, watching her fight sleep so hard. Your contractions got stronger, closer together and started lasting a little longer, so you were having to focus more on managing the pain than anything. You were scared to get to the end, and potentially have them less than a minute apart.
The boys were getting more anxious at the difference and were exactly sure how they could help. At this point you had to get out of bed and walk around for a minute, everything ached and the overall pain in your body was unbearable. You’d never experienced anything like the pain in your pelvis and hips, now that the baby was trying to squeeze it’s way through you were starting to think twice about getting the epidural.
Walking didn’t do much but it kept you from getting to nervous, the moving around distracted you and kept you busy in between the torture contractions. It kept Eddie, Steve, and Robin and their toes, because these contractions were so strong they nearly brought you to your knees a few times.
It only got worse from there, after 8 hours of labor you were 6 centimeters dilated with nearly 90 second long contractions. The doctors were slightly worried, they were lasting a lot longer than normal, but as long as you thought you could handle it they concluded it was safe for you to keep going. It was really getting to you though, because they got to 3 minutes apart and they were really starting to radiate down to your upper thighs, making it harder to stay on your feet.
“Eddie- Ed- ahhh!” You groaned, trying to grab onto him but you couldn’t help it as you fell to your knees, one hand nearly crushing the I.V pole and the other on your stomach. “Hey, hey, relax…it’s okay, it’s okay…breathe” he said as you sobbed into his chest.
The others were right there by your side as well, trying to calm you down. You whimpered and let out a yell as it got more intense. “ugggh! Ed- ahh! I-It hurts!” You cried, struggling to breathe. He kissed your head and said “hey, hey can you look at me?”
You whimpered and he cupped your cheeks, softly encouraging you to look up. You gasped, the pain spreading to your back as he tried to breathe with you. “ooooh! mmmh!” You moaned, sobbing softly as you buried your head back into his chest.
He let out a shaky breath, he’d never wanted to see you struggle this much to even breathe. He rubbed your back, helping you take the best deep breaths you could. Between your sobs and the pain it was hard.
It slowly faded away and you sniffled, letting a few more sobs. “It’s okay, y/n, relax. Keep breathing with me, you got this. Can one of you grab her water?” He asked and you took a few sips. You took a few deep, shaky breaths with Eddie before he slowly helped you to your feet and you sat on the bed for a moment, trying to catch your breath as you recovered from the intensity of the last contraction.
“You’re doing so freaking good, you know that? You’re freaking incredible, seriously. Just over here making an entire baby and getting ready to squeeze it out of you like it’s nothing. You are the strongest person I will ever know, I hope you know that” he said, wiping your tears and caressing your bump softly. Robin sat behind you and massaged your back gently, working wonders on the sore muscles.
“It hurts…” you whimpered and he kissed your head. He grabbed your hand and said “I know it hurts, but you are managing the pain so well, and you’re very good at making sure you're taking deep breaths and staying calm. You’ve done so well making sure that you’re little one is okay and she’s gonna come into this world as healthy as can be, and you’re going to be the best freaking mom in the whole galaxy. I know it”
You got off the bed, standing in front of him and wrapping your arms around him. You sniffled, letting out a shaky breath. He teared up slightly, you hadn’t let him properly hug you in years. He held you tight, rubbing your back softly and just holding you like you wanted.
“W-What…What if I’m- I-I’m not a good mom?” You asked and he sighed. He rested his chin on the top of your head and said “I doubt that very much, but say that’s true, we’ll work on it together. I’ll help you figure it out. I’ll step in for a while if you need me to. Joyce will surely guide you and teach you all the things neither of us know. You got this, y/n/n”
You sighed softly, closing your eyes as you focused on the sound of his heart thumping softly in his chest. You stayed that way for a few contractions, burying your head deep into his chest as you focused on breathing through it and not letting it take complete control over you.
When hour 12 hit you were questioning if this was gonna end well. You were so tired, each contraction draining every last bit of energy you had. The three of them were doing their best to support you but you were just so tired and you needed some sleep.
You were on the birthing ball, Robin sat behind you and Steve in front, whilst Eddie went for a smoke after you insisted he take a break for a second. You could feel the baby’s head, and every little movement she made and you honestly didn't like it, and it creeped you out a little. But at least you know she was close and this was almost over, thank god.
“Ok, here it comes. Deep breath, relax” Robin said and you hummed softly, leaning forwards as you breathed through the pain. “You're doing good, you got this” Steve said as you squeezed his hands, whimpering softly.
“Hmmmm….ohhh god, ohh god,” you said, the pain more intense and spreading to your back and thighs again. Robin made the towel cold again and placed it on your neck, rubbing your back gently.
“You’re good, you’re good, focus on your breathing” she said and you whimpered. You moved one hand to your stomach, your jaw dropping as a tear fell down your cheek. Steve wiped it away and you let your head fall into the crook of his neck, whimpering softly from the pain.
“Almost there, just a little longer…you’re doing so good, you got this” Robin said and you winced, squeezing Steve’s hand harder. He smoothed your hair back and said “relax, relax it’s okay,” you whimpered through the rest of it and it finally faded away, leaving you a little lightheaded.
“Mmm…kinda lightheaded…” you said and Steve got up fast, rushing to press the nurses button. Eddie happened to come in at the same time and you mentally slapped yourself because they were all about to lose their shit.
“Is everything okay, why’d you call the nurse?” He asked and you groaned. You started bouncing softly on the ball, trying to make your labor go by faster but obviously your body hated you and was taking it’s sweet time getting this baby out of you.
“She said she feels lightheaded” Robin said and the nurse came in, realizing the I.V bag just needed to be replaced and you should feel better in the next half hour. But, before she could even say anything Steve, Robin, and Eddie were freaking out and asking a million questions at once.
“Is she still gonna be able to avoid the c section?” “Is this the start of a serious complication?” “Is it affecting the baby?” “She can still have the baby the way she planned, right?” “Does this mean she won’t be okay to push?” “Is she gonna pass out?”
“Guys!” You groaned, rubbing your temples as a killer headache attacked you. The nurse chuckled nervously and said “it’s okay, I understand that your friends are just concerned for the safety of you and your baby. She should be fine to continue her labor and have the baby the way she planned, the I.V bag just needs replaced”
They all sighed relievingly and you stood up, making your way to the bed so she could do it properly without you moving. Eddie sat next to you and Steve and Robin sat on the little couch, genuinely betting on how much longer you were gonna be in labor for. Steve said the rest of the week. Robin said the rest of the month.
You chuckled and Eddie rubbed your back soothingly, pressing a kiss to your head. “Are you doing okay?” He asked and you sighed softly. You knew what he meant. He was asking if the fact that you were having Adam's kid was hurting you more than having the kid itself. Of course it hurt, you would kill for this to be anyone else’s baby, but you loved her too much to change anything about her. She’s not even here yet, but you wouldn’t change a single thing. Even her biological father, because at the end of the day it doesn’t matter to you, all you care about is making sure she has a good life.
“Yea, yea I think so” you said and he nodded, smiling a little. The nurse finished what she was doing and you sighed, laying down for a bit to let the I.V meds work for a bit before you got back up again.
It didn’t do enough though, because by the time you were 8 centimeters you were struggling massively. You couldn’t catch your breath, 90 second contractions that were 2 minutes apart making you nauseous and lightheaded, even laying in bed. You were so tired, and you couldn’t think straight between the overall pain in your body, the contractions, the overwhelming urge to push.
God you hated this, you wanted to push so bad but the doctor said you couldn’t push before 10cm, and if you did it would cause complications and possibly require the c-section. You were not gonna let anything force you into a c-section, because after 15 hours of labor and contractions you were determined to not let that work go to waste, even if it killed you.
“Mmh- mmh fuck I’m gonna throw up” you groaned, covering your mouth as you look around for something to throw up into. Robin placed the trash can on your lap and you gagged, throwing up into the tiny little trash can. Eddie held your hair as Steve rubbed your back, worrying because you were due for another contraction in less than a minute.
“Shit…” you groaned, wiping your mouth as you sat back, panting softly. “Quick someone bring me mouthwash before the next contraction” you said and Steve ran to the hospital bag, you’d probably throw up again if you sat with this nasty taste and smell in your mouth.
Eddie pressed the nurses button and you groaned, leaning onto him slightly. You got the mouthwash in time just before you got the next wave of torture, the contraction nearly making you pass out. You probably would’ve thrown up again and really passed out if that taste was stuck in your mouth.
“Okay, okay Ms. y/l/n we’re gonna need you to calm down. You’re almost at the end, but you’re gonna have to really work on your breathing, and managing the pain. If your condition continues to get worse we’ll have to consider c-section. You’re getting weaker, and you’re most likely going to struggle during the birth as it is, so we have to make sure you’re strong enough” the doctor said and you whimpered, letting out a shaky breath.
Robin caressed your hand soothingly, all of them getting increasingly worried about you. You sniffled and said “how…how c-can I stop myself f-from getting worse?” “Just make sure you’re hydrated, we’re gonna get you a stronger I.V, and keep breathing through the pain. You’ve got to keep yourself from stressing out too much, that stress will increase as you get closer to delivering the baby and could cause complications” the doctor said and you nodded softly.
He left and the three of them really stuck by your side, even more than they had been for the last 15 hours if that was possible. Steve was making sure you had water, Robin was letting you break her hand and Eddie was breathing with you, also letting you break his hand as they all just did what they could to help you.
The contractions got down to a minute apart and by the time you hit 10 centimeters you wanted to give up. You’d been in labor 16 hours and you were so exhausted. You couldn’t stop crying from the pain, and you were really struggling to breathe with how close they were and how long they lasted, they were damn near right on top of each other.
“Okay, unless you are dad you’ve got to go…I’m sorry it’s just hospital rules” the doctor said and you looked at them worriedly. “Hey, hey don’t panic…you’re gonna do just fine, you got this. 10 months and 16 long hours of pain you've been waiting to meet her. You’re gonna do just fine, we’ll be waiting for you in the waiting room the entire time” Robin said and you whimpered.
You looked at Eddie and he took a deep breath. “I can tell them that I’m the father. I’ll put my name on the birth certificate and everything” Eddie said quietly and you sniffled. You chuckled and said “that’s p-paternity fraud, Ed’s. Besides, I-I’ll be fine, don’t worry”
“But it’s not illegal…just kinda fucked. Maybe they’ll let me stay if you beg hard enough. You’re the one squeezing a kid out of you, not them. I promise, I won’t look, I’ll just be here to support you and hold your hand” he said and you nodded, a few tears roaming down your cheeks.
You felt the next contraction coming and you whimpered, balling his shirt up in your fist. “Mmmh- aahhhh! I- I have to push!” You cried, burying your head into the pillow. It was hard to hold back, when it was the only fucking thing you wanted to do.
“Alright, everyone has to be out of the room now,” the doctor said and Robin and Steve said goodbye, whilst you whimpered in response. You grabbed Eddie’s arm and he cleared his throat, looking at the doctor. He grabbed your hand and said “i-is there…any way I could stay with her? It’s…complicated, but the baby’s father isn’t in the picture and I’m the closing thing she has to family”
“Alright, but the other two have to stay out. I can't have too many people in here, it’ll get overwhelming for her whether she realizes it yet or not” the doctor said and he nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. He sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and grabbing your hand with the other one
“I’m here, okay, I’m gonna be here with you the whole time. You’re gonna do so good, this baby will be here before you know it” he said and you hummed softly. The doctor sat at the end of the bed and you put your feet in the stirrups, at least there was a cover on your lower half so that only the doctor could see.
You let out a shaky breath and she said “okay, on the next contraction you can push. We can count to ten and you push until we get down to one or you go as long as you can with 10 second breaks in between. 1 or 2?” You chose 1, it’d be easier if you had all the guidance you could get.
“Okay…here it comes, here comes the next contraction in a few moments, get ready to push” the doctor said and Eddie caressed your hand softly. You whimpered and he said “don’t think too much. Trust your body and let it do it’s thing, you were literally made to do this, so just trust yourself, okay?”
You nodded and less than a minute later you were regretting all of your decisions. You should’ve had that damn c-section. This baby was going to tear in half. God, it fucking hurt and even with the effort you were putting in they couldn’t actually see the head after 5 pushes. She was moving, just not far enough.
You had pushed your way through 2 contractions (which might as well have been 2 minutes long now) and was barely making any progress. You felt tired, whatever was happening down there hurt like a bitch but since they couldn’t see any part of the baby that obviously meant it was only going to hurt more.
“Okay, okay, breathe…it’s okay, breathe” Eddie said and you took a few sips of water. You were starting to get frustrated, how much could you possibly do before you reach your limit? He took a few deep breaths with you and the doctor said “you’re going to have to push harder, okay? She has moved down a bit, but if you push harder we might able to having you crowning by the end of the next contraction”
“That’s uh…that’s when you guys can see the top of her head, right?” Eddie asked and the doctor nodded. He sighed softly and you whimpered, placing a hand on your sore stomach. He wiped your sweat away and said “think you can do it?”
“Mhm” you whimpered, letting out a few small sobs. You pushed through that next contraction, almost as hard as you could, but it wasn’t enough. It took 20 minutes for you to get the head out completely, which was pretty fast for having your first baby but you were giving it everything you had left because you just wanted to finish so badly. You did listen to the doctor's guidance and pushed softer when you needed too because you really didn’t want to tear, but when you could you were giving it your all to get her out.
“Oh my god, you hear that? She’s almost here, she’s so so so close” he said and you whimpered. More tears streamed down your face, you could feel the baby moving into the position so you could push her shoulders out and it hurt so bad, you were so sore and in so much pain and her moving didn’t help.
“I-I…I can’t…ca-can’t do it” you cried and he caressed your cheek, trying to encourage you to keep doing cause you really had no choice at this point. “Hey, hey don’t say that. You are so strong, y/n, you made and are pushing out a freaking baby right now. You’re so close, you’re almost there, you got this, okay?” He said and you winced, the next contraction coming already.
“mmmggggh! ohhh- agh! mmh- mmmh- uggggh!” You groaned, pushing as hard as you could, this kid felt like a full sized adult trying to snake its way out of you. Your pelvis felt like it was gonna break, you were probably gonna tear in half trying to get this 50 pound baby out of you.
It took a lot out of you to get the shoulders out, and you were nearly left unconscious after. “Hey, hey one more push, come on, please you can do it. One more push, y/n, one more” he said and you sobbed, bearing down and pushing as hard as you could.
“10…9…8…7…6- ooh! She’s here, she’s here mom. 10:49am” the doctor said, you had never felt panic like this in your life. Your daughter wasn’t crying, and doctors were scrambling to figure out what was wrong. “N-No, no…no this c-can’t- this can’t h-happen. I-I can’t lose her- I- I can’t! I don’t w-wanna lose h-her I don’t wan-wanna lose my baby” you cried, burying your head into his chest as he was now sitting on the bed slightly and it was the comfort you needed.
“Hey, hey don’t panic. She’s gonna be fine, everything’s gonna be fine…” he said and kissed your head, worriedly looking over at the doctors and nurses surrounding her. ‘Please, please don’t do this to her. I’m begging you, don’t take her away, she needs this’ Eddie prayed, Eddie never prays. He generally doesn’t care much for the religious stuff, but he’s praying to everyone he can think of right now.
“Eddie…” you whimpered and he let out a shaky breath, tears filling your eyes. The doctor cleared her throat and said “don’t panic, mom…she just needs- ah! Ohh, there you are,” That cry. Oh god, that little cry. You had never experienced relief like that in your life, hearing her first cry was the best moment of your life.
You sobbed into Eddie’s chest, a few tears coming from him too. You layed on the pillows, throwing your head back and panting softly, you could finally relax. Your daughter was okay, and you weren’t the most excruciating pain ever due to contractions, besides the absolute hell that was happening between your legs. You could finally breathe, you swore the baby was pressing up against your ribs on purpose.
They cleaned her up and placed her on your chest, you gasped and let out a few more sobs. Eddie closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to yours as you both cried together. You sniffled and he said “you’re so goddamn incredible. You did so good, I’m so freaking proud of you. I- oh, god you are literally a god, I mean you created life”
You chuckled softly, looking at your precious girl, whimpering softly as she got used to everything and her cries died down, looking up at her mother with the cutest y/e/c eyes ever, which were totally yours. Oh, that little face was so cute, she certainly was a cute newborn.
“T-There’s no- n-no way the thing I-I just pushed out…w-was this small,” you said and he chuckled, kissing your head and placing a hand over your left one which was on her little back. You kissed her little head and said “look at you, cutie. Hi…I’m your mommy” “and I am your badass uncle Eddie” he said and booped her nose, making you giggle.
You spent a few moments with your little angel, watching her look around and figure out what her tongue was and move her hands up to touch her face. She was just so cute, you didn’t want to let her go, but you had to for a little bit.
You needed to deliver the placenta, which was just a few gentle pushes and then get cleaned up and stuff while they gave her a few vitamin shots and weighed her and ran some tests and things like that. You weren’t enjoying the uncomfortable afterpains that were helping your uterus shrink back down, but they were nothing compared to the pain of the contractions from before.
Once you and the baby were settled and you were both okay the nurse brought her back in she was in a swaddle now, squirming around in a little hospital crib. You insisted Eddie go home, get some breakfast and some sleep now that everything was over. But of course he refused, and instead you sent him to go get breakfast and a coffee.
The nurse showed you how to get her to latch and although it was painful, you felt so overwhelmingly happy holding your little girl in your arms, watching her little hands move around and grab at you, her little eyes staring up at you.
You were exhausted and desperately wanted some sleep, but that didn’t matter when you had this little bundle of perfection in your arms. She cooed softly every once in a while, suckling eagerly for the milk. “Relax, sweetheart. It’s not going anywhere, I made it specially for you” you said and chuckled to yourself, running your hands through the little bit of hair on top of her head.
She looked a lot like you, with y/e/c, y/h/c, a lot of her facial features were more like you, especially her little lips. You kept all of your baby pictures after your parents passed, and you and Eddie had been looking at them a lot, trying to get an idea of what the baby would look like.
That was definitely your daughter, there was no denying that. Eddie, Steve, and Robin came back in and you pulled up the breastfeeding cover the nurse got out of your diaper bag for you, chuckling at the slightly awkward situation. “It’s okay…it’s natural, she’s gotta eat, right?” Steve said and you smiled a little, nodding.
“How was it?” Robin asked, they all seemed a little more energetic, they probably napped and had had coffee by now. “Painful. Listen to me when I say this, if you ever decide to have kids someday, don’t. Or let your girlfriend have them if she’s willing. Steve, if you ever get anyone pregnant I’ll kill you in your sleep. You too, Eddie” you said and they all chuckled.
“Seriously though, are you okay?” Steve asked and you sighed. You sniffled and said “it was…a lot. I mean…she’s small but I really struggled, I couldn’t have done it if she was any bigger. I’ll probably be sore for the rest of my life, but I’m breathing way better than I was when she was still in there kicking up a storm at my ribs. She uh…she was struggling a little to breathe at first…she wasn’t crying for at least a minute so uhm…I don’t know what that means for her health and stuff but besides that she’s okay. She’s perfect”
“She’ll be okay. She’s certainly a strong girl, just like her mom” Eddie said and you chuckled softly. You moved the blanket slightly to look at her and she had unlatched, now looking around a little and you chuckled.
You winced, your eyes glossing over as you slipped your bra back on. You button the hospital gown up again and move the cover, throwing the burp cloth over your shoulder and gently patting her back. Robin gasped once she could see her, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that you made that thing.
Once she was burped you let them hold her. Well, Eddie insisted that “I have to get a polaroid of you holding your baby girl that you so amazingly created with just your tiny freaking body and just spent nearly an entire day in labor and 30 minutes of pushing for”. You chuckled, smiling softly as he snapped the picture. She cooed and you looked down at her, she was slightly milk drunk and was squirming around in her swaddle. He snapped another picture and then the 3 that were with you at the moment got to hold the precious bundle of joy.
Robin was up first, she was really excited and you knew her little overactive brain would burst if she had to wait any longer. “Holyyyy crap. My god, you’re so tiny. Look at that little nose, oh my god! You’re so adorable,” Robin said, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you to make sure she couldn’t drop her. Steve said “Smile!” And took a picture of Robin holding her.
She then carefully handed her to Steve and he chuckled softly. “Hi…oh my goodness look at these little hands. You even have tiny baby fingernails oh my god I’m gonna pass out” he said and you smiled, it was so crazy to think that you and everyone you know started out that small.
“She’s especially tiny, even after being overdue she's 6 pounds and 9 ounces. Usually babies who are overdue are almost 10 pounds, so I’m actually kind of glad she still stayed in those extra 2 weeks, if she didn't, who knows how small she would’ve been” you said and Steve awed, kissing her little head.
“Don’t you worry, angel, the whole family is gonna keep you so full you’ll never know what hunger feels like, and you’ll always be nice and healthy, that’s a promise from Uncle Steve. Uncle Steve doesn’t break his promises” Steve promised and you wiped a stray tear away. You were so glad she was gonna grow up with all these people in her life to support her, raise her with you, and help make all of her biggest dreams come true. This is all you could’ve ever dreamed of for your baby when you first found out you were pregnant.
Eddie got a picture of them together and then Steve passed her to Eddie. She was getting a little sleepy now, but seemed a little excited when Steve placed her in Eddie’s arms. She stretched and adjusted for a moment, making him panic slightly but she quickly nuzzled into his chest and he gasped, looking at you. You smiled and said “well she’s liked you since the very beginning. You’ve always been her favorite, you always will be”
“She’s so freaking precious…” he said and she cooed, gripping his shirt softly. She was slowly drifting off to sleep and you smiled, Steve took a picture of the two like that and you were so glad that you were gonna get to keep these memories with you forever.
Since she was napping, Eddie carefully put her in her hospital crib and insisted you get some sleep. You took a long nap, and since he was sure you’d be okay with it Steve and Robin went home and he got some sleep on the couch in the room. A well deserved nap, considering you hadn’t slept in 48 hours and you just pushed a human out of you.
The baby started fussing and crying ever so quietly but it was enough to wake you up. She had slept a whole 4 hours, apparently being born was pretty exhausting for her considering you were expecting that nap to last 2 hours at most.
You carefully brought her to lay on your chest, caressing her back softly with your thumb. She stretched a little, completely pushing her little hospital blanket off which made you chuckle. She had on a diaper now, so did mind letting her be all bare and stuff as long as she seemed comfortable.
“You just wanted some attention, huh?” You said and she cooed, squirming around slightly. You laid back down, doing some skin-to-skin bonding with her. She squeezed your thumb and tried to suckle on it a few times, which made you laugh.
“Hey…” Eddie said, walking up about a half hour after you. You smiled and gently waved her little arm as you said “hiii,” He chuckled and said “when did she wake up?” “She was being a little fussy and it was enough to wake me up but she just wanted some attention. I certainly don’t mind” you said and kissed her head.
“You got a name for her yet?” He asked, getting up and walking over, handing your water bottle to you. You sighed and said “I think I do actually…Noah y/l/n” “ooh, I love that. I really love that. That is so- sweetheart do you know you have the best freaking mom in the world?” He said, the last part obviously directed towards the baby.
You kissed her head and said “it just seems kinda like her…plus I like the name a lot,” “it’s perfect. Absolutely perfect” he said and you smiled.
Eventually you fed her again and then took another nap, finally eating around lunch time and then everyone visited. “Hi…” you said and chuckled. Everyone attacked you with love and support, Joyce and Hopper being like the mom and dad you wish you still had.
Eddie finally went home for a bit, showering and making sure everything was good since you two were being discharged tomorrow afternoon. “How was it? Was it hard for you, or easy?” Joyce asked, holding Noah in her arms. You sighed and said “pretty effing hard. I was in labor about 17 hours, and she may look tiny but she certainly didn’t feel tiny”
“Trust me, I know. Will was barely 7 pounds and I thought I was giving birth to a damn basketball” she said and caressed Noah’s cheek. Everyone had even brung little gifts for you and the baby, it was so cute. Eleven was very excited to hold her, she sat down next to you and asked a ton of questions about her.
“She’s very adorable,” Eleven commented once she was done asking questions. You smiled and said “thank you. I made her myself” “I hope I get to give Mike this kind of thing one day. A family, a marriage, a normal life” she said and you awed. You pushed her hair behind her ear and said “you will, El. Don’t worry. You two will make some cute little babies. Not yet though, okay?” “I know, I know” she said and smiled, using her powers to spin a little toy in the air for the baby to watch and play with.
She liked Dustin a lot, suckling on his (freshly washed) fingers, cooing up a storm. “How the heck did you fight this whole baby inside there?” He asked, it was honestly insane. You shrugged and said “magic?” “Yea no kidding. I cant wait to be her favorite. Once she’s old enough to stop chewing on everything in sight it’s over for everyone, Uncle Dustin is gonna get her all the coolest toys” he said and you chuckled.
She started getting fussy when Hopper held her, but he gently placed her on his chest and comforted her, she even fell asleep on him. Thankfully he held her last, and it was really cute to see such a big manly man carefully hold your tiny little newborn daughter. His hand was literally as big as her, it was the cutest thing. Thankfully, Eddie had brought enough film in the hospital bag (like the weirdo he is) and you were able to get a picture of everyone holding Noah for the first time.
“Thank you for driving me here…I can’t remember if I said that enough” you said as Dustin stayed after everyone left. He smiled and said “yea, yea of course. Sorry I made such a fuss about it. I was really worried I was gonna hurt this precious face” you chuckled and said “it’s okay…I probably would’ve freaked out too,”
Wayne came in a little while after Dustin left and you fed her again. You gasped, thanking him for taking the time to come in and see you guys. “Eddie told me you had the baby, I just had to come by and meet her. Feels like we’ve been waiting forever” he said and you smiled, hugging him as best you could with the position you were in.
“There she is…” you said, pointing to the little hospital crib. He chuckled and said “Ohh, she’s adorable. She got a name?” “Noah” you said and he nodded, caressing her little cheek with his finger. He smiled softly and said “are you okay? I remember the day Eddie was born his mother just about wanted to die” “I’m good, I think. It took a long time, but she’s here. My whole body feels so sore though, I can’t imagine people who have twins or triplets and don’t die” You said and he chuckled.
“She’s perfect, y/n. Absolutely, perfect. Totally her momma’s twin” he said and you chuckled. She cooed softly and stretched a little, wiggling around and then falling right back asleep. “You can pick her up if you want. She’ll probably go right back to sleep, she’s pretty milk drunk” you said and he gladly scooped her up, bouncing softly.
You quickly grabbed the camera and snapped a picture, Wayne rolled his eyes and just looked back at her again. He smiled and said “you did good, sweetie. You’ve got a very beautiful daughter” “I like to think so…” you said and he kissed her little head.
He stayed for a bit longer and then decided to head home and you had dinner and fell asleep. Eddie came in later that night while you were sleeping, checked on the baby and tucked you in a little. “So fucking proud of you,” he mumbled, kissing your head and heading over and sleeping on the couch.
Eventually I’ll be writing for
Eddie Munson
Joseph Quinn
Jamie Bower
Steve Harrington
Robin Buckley
So just dm me the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)
Taglist: @and-claudia @local-bxbby @this-is-mycrisis @silky-luxe @youcantseem3 @natashaashleymarvelromanoff @kellysimagines @readsalot73 @whoahoney @xxhospital-for-soulsxx @qardasngan
#stranger things#eddie munson#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fanfic#friend!eddie munson x mom!reader
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putting the callout explanation under a read more as it’s bit long , again i unfortunately got deleted for “hate speech” agaisnt cis people so i cant directly link all the post of the incident but this is a run down and i donot mind talking about this as many times as needed bc i am not and will never be a terf or align myself with fascist ideology
so a rehash of the callout
for reference this happened on my old blog halodite about a month or so prior to being deleted, this was a singular incident, not a repeated one, and the callout being passed around consistently is about this singular event that happened one time, not multiple times, once
it starts when xii was talking about his experiences with sex work, how it effected him and essentially venting about the porn industry preying on people, while talking about this he rbd this post below, the post was specifically about many transfems being forced into sex work as a means of survival and how the porn industry fetishizes transfems / does not do enough to protect trans women who enter these spaces as a necessity (he was not following this blog and this blog DID NOT belong to him, the op of the original callout sc multiple post of the blog to show proof that they were transphobic, this blog did not belong to him nor was he following it)
he continued talking about this, and i myself butted in talking about my own personal experiences as a past sex worker and a traffickigg victim and how the porn industry preys on women of color and young gay men, i specifically started talking about sites like pornhub that knowingly hosted trafficking videos, aided in cp rings and hurt black sex workers by stealing content / using racism to promote said stolen content etc etc, i proceeded to talk about how black women are often the largest victims of sex trafficking / sexual abuse at early ages etc etc just venting myself on my blog, following this xii was sent an ask saying the blog he reblogged the post from was a terf, and deleted it, he then went on google and got a article from a source that was trans inclusive, however by this point the callout post was already made and the op equated critizing the porn industry with hating transfems, now i completely agree he should’ve checked his sources better before rbing but i think this all could’ve been dealt with differently
he also answered an ask about only fans and said this
and for people unaware popular accounts on only fans can be given “”referral” codes that they can advertise to new only fans users, and while onlyfans is a messy site that very very obviously doesn’t care about its sex worker user base (as shown by their recent attempt to ban sexual content, even though they make a majority of their revenue taking from sexy workers) the refferal links were seen as incentive to make accounts (you would earn five percent of the referees earning and the referee would get even more), and this started a chain reaction of people waiting to turn 18 to make content and use these links and only fans denys publicly that it wasn’t their intention but when you make a system urging people to use ur sight to post sexual content asap for profit..like that’s obviously predatory and i still personally believe only fans is the best option for sex workers but that doesn’t change that the platform is uncaring at best and malicious at worst with how it functions*
following this op continued to say that bc we were taking about the impact it’s had on us and all women, and gay men as well (as xiii is a trans gay guy) that we couldnt be anything other than terfs but criticizing the way sex workers are treated within the industry is not inherently transphobic as trans people are in the sex work industry. swerfs (sex worker exclusionary radical feminist) donot respect sex workers and donot value them, they think sex workers are “evil” and as the acronym says they exclude them from their feminism bc they think they aren’t “feminist” for doing work, bc sex work is real work. me and xii both were sex workers, it is stupid to imply that either of us are agaisnt sex workers when we were such and were not talking about individual workers making a living but instead the industry itself knowingly preying on people, i rehashed this on my blog halodite below
xii again denied being a terf and explained that he was talking about himself and is personal thoughts about the porn industry
unfortunately i messaged ops old? or deactivated blog so i cant show scs of our personal convo but i messaged op directly and we talked about how this was a misunderstanding and explained my reasoning for critizing company’s like ph and why it wasn’t anti trans to do so, i have a sc of the message page showing op
*ive recently got a message with op of the original post and i’ll update with what they have to say later as they still stand by saying this shouldn’t have escalated the way it did bc of the singular reblog
afterwards op made an addition to the post saying while they still don’t agree with me or xii that they felt as though it wasn’t right of them to make the post when we were both venting about our experiences and they had no personal relation to sex work
bc of the post blowing up and rumors getting worse including autistic creators jumping into the bandwagon (link to their callout)
and accusing me of sending assault threats antisemtism etc when they were caught sending themselves ask to make these claims “true” are a serial stalker among many other things it spiraled
and lead to terf blogs talking about me and even a few coming up to me and trying to make me “detransition” basically flooding my inbox with misgendering and dumb bigoted cult logic for about a week unfortunately i dont remember the terfs username who was spearheading the harassment as again i was deleted and had the post in my old blog talking about them but the sc of their ask should be proof enough i guess
with the callout itself more rumors started coming out of now where some being that i was a secret nazi others being that i had a boyfriend that i abused when i’ve been single my entire life?
basically things just kept escalating when they shouldn’t have gotten this far in the first place, i do want to say i apologize again for ever making any of my transfem mutuals, followers or anyone else feel worried about this as i value my trans siblings above all else, and when talking about subjects like this we have to take extra care not to contribute (even unintentionally) to harm, again never will i ever align myself with gender essentialism as that is what terf ideology is therefore making it inherently fascist
as for xiii saying the n word, i’ve seen his dad i know he’s black, i’m black myself, i don’t care personally that he does it bc i know that he is black however other black people taking issue with this is fine, as it is a intracommunity topic and nobody has to interact or like someone bc his is tumblr however i will say i donot appreciate white people adding their two cents about this and using blood quantum as if they have any room in the conversation, frankly if you’re not black i donot think you are in any position to comment on mixed black people in this regard
if u have any other questions please lmk, this post is only about the specific sex work incident and i’m not debating aot or his race etc etc as that got tacked to the callout recently and we’ll we’ve already been over that countless times, like i said before my old blog was deleted otherwise i’d just link to the post talking about this incident but yeah
clarifying that i completely understand if the incident above makes anyone feel wary of me that is never an issue and i whole heartedly encourage people to block as they see fit if they feel uncomfortable, that includes current mutuals, this post is just an explanation of the original incident, this (xii reblogging a terf post unknowingly) was not a reoccurring event, nor did he follow any of the blogs, this happened a single time on my old blog @ halodite and has been brought back up multiple times, this is the only time anything like this has happened
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