#and even probably freak the other person out

[hitlikehammers]

POV: when you overhear your boyfriend’s bandmates who ⛔️do not like you⛔️ talking to him—about YOU

“Be real though, Ed. Harrington? You can’t actually be serious, here.” Steve doesn’t like to eavesdrop, like, on principle. Which is to say he totally does it. He just doesn’t wholly approve of it, or think it’s a very good habit to have, while still doing it. “You got me,” Eddie sighs, longer and deeper than can be taken wholly seriously. “I’m running my longest successful con to date.”

rating: t ♥️ tags: post-s4, established relationship, corroded coffin, as in: the gang’s all here and being VERY JUDGEMENTAL of eddie’s taste in men, and maybe steve had to pick eddie up from practice today so he overhears it WHOLLY WITHOUT INTENDING TO OKAY?, no one ever REALLY want to hear what the people they love really think of them when said people don’t know who all’s actually listening, true love, declarations of feelings, it’s actually really fucking hard to stand up to your friends, happy ending♥️

for @steddielovemonth day ten: "We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love." —Dr. Seuss

also! Unnamed Freak is Doug for the purpose of this fic because the book can fuck itself I say so 🖤

“Be real though, Ed,” the voice that filters through, and holds Steve’s hand from pushing the car door shut loud enough to notice, is fairly reasonable, like trying to talk down a suggestion absurd enough to send someone to the ER—which means, of the subjects at hand? It’s gotta be Jeff.

“You can’t actually be serious, here.”

Steve doesn’t like to eavesdrop, like, on principle.

Which is to say he totally does it.

He just doesn’t wholly approve of it, or think it’s a very good habit to have, while still doing it.

“You got me,” Eddie deadpans, but it’s like, venom-laced. It stings just to hear and Steve’s struck with how much his life’s changed since Spring Break, and more still since…well.

Since Eddie.

Because Steve is well aware the man can cut glass with how sharp his tongue can get, they did go to high school together whether they ran in the same circles or not.

It’s just strikes Steve in the moment that not once since Vecna, has Eddie turns that tongue on him.

Now, other uses of his tongue—

“I’m running my longest successful con to date. Yep, totally pulled it over on all you bitches,” and where it could be playful, every single word is sharpened to stab, to pierce, to drag the wound out so it bleeds, like a shiv to remind someone where they fucked up, in perpetuity.

“Please applaud.”

And oh, even Steve flinches at that tone, and he’s not even the target. Hell, he’s still in the driveway—he doesn’t make a rule of crashing band practice, no matter whose parents’ garage they’re using; Eddie’s van is just regularly in the shop for one thing or another, so he’s gotta come get his man. But he doesn’t, like, push his way in. Sometimes doesn’t even get out of the driver’s seat. He knows Eddie would more than welcome him; has the handful of times he’s ventured to step in to apologize for interrupting but remind him they have to pick up the shitheads. But one: Eddie is alone in his welcome, and like, the polar opposite of the other three guys, who range from staring daggers at Steve to sneering so scrunched up to the nose that it’d give Carol Perkins at her snittiest a run for her money.

And Steve wouldn’t have made it this far if he didn’t know how to recognise where he’s not wanted, and learn how to make the calculated decision of whether to walk or push his way in. And much as he loves Eddie? Steve actually wants his friends to eventually come around from probably, like, muttering ancestral curses under their breaths at him or something.

Plus, from what Steve understands? Jam sessions are personal. Sacred. Eddie had blushes and stammered the first time he let Steve listen in on works in progress; and Steve had rewarded him for the gift of it liberally and with genuine gusto. It’s earned him repeat performances on the regular, but Steve gets it’s a private thing in general. And these guys don’t know him, don’t presently care to—don’t trust him.

He figures it’s like…masturbating in front of someone. The art thing, the depth of making music and stuff. Showing your soul a little bit, losing control for the betterment of the final product.

Now, he and Eddie definitely have masturbated together, it’s actually fantastic foreplay, or even just a deliciously sloppy go on its own. But that’s neither here nor there. And also totally fucking different.

Steve really doesn’t want Eddie masturbating in front of anyone other than him, ever again. Steve’s sure as shit not looking to on his end; definitely not with the other members of Corroded fucking Coffin.

The metaphor might have gotten away from him. But you get the picture.

“No, man,” and that’s, that’s Gareth’s voice, Steve’s almost sure. Sharper. Concerned but also caustic on the undertow. “It’s just,” he snorts, the disbelieving sort: “this can’t be real.”

Okay, yeah. Tone plus actual words add up.

“Yeah, just,” Doug laughs a little nervous, like of all of them, Eddie’s verbal attack had the most weight in tempering his response of the three of them; “blink twice if you’re being held against your will.”

They all chuckle, but it’s toned down the whole way around—even Steve can clock that. These guys are boisterous when left to their devices, Steve’s taken note of that. Mostly watching from the sidelines—almost exclusively when they don’t know he’s there to watch.

Again: does not condone eavesdropping.

Does not try at all to refrain from doing it.

“I mean, you don’t expect us to believe you’re actually fucking him,” and oh, yeah, okay: Steve was pretty sure he was the topic conversation here, and despite some of the setbacks of recent years, he’s not insecure when it comes to relationships especially.

He’s definitely the only one fucking Eddie. And Eddie’s the only one fucking him.

And while he doesn’t really hold it against these guys for being wary of him—he wasn’t really a perpetrator of their high school woes, but he definitely didn’t do anything to make them less…woeful—so he’s mostly bummed about it for Eddie’s sake, and on principle, but like, seriously.

Doubting Steve successfully scoring Eddie Munson? Like, Eddie’s a catch, Steve of ll people is well aware, but. Steve’s also been long past fishing the shallow end of the pond, y’know?

Give him some credit.

“Right,” Steve narrows back in on what’s happening in the garage that he’s definitely feeling less guilty bout, seeing as he’s definitely a subject of the debate unfolding, but Eddie sounds…angry. Pissed off in that way he gets when he’s fed the fuck up.

“I’m out,” Steve hears scraping of equipment, the guitar case flipped open; “can’t actually make it next week,” he adds like a footnote.

It’s clear within a second he’s the only one who takes it with that same…energy.

“But we have to practice before the open mic—” Jeff, ever the voice of reason, sounds baffled; on his way to ticked off but not quite there yet.

Eddie, however—as is his wont in this type of mood—could not give two shits where the people around him land on the anger-o-meter; he’s exceeded them, even if only in his own head, and they are all therefore irrelevant to his very responsible decision to put distance between himself and doing something stupid he can’t take back.

It’s not the nicest way to deal but, honestly? Steve’s mostly just proud of Eddie for sticking with a coping mechanism that, while not without consequences, generally works better than most.

“I’ll see you guys in two, then. Probably.” And the case clicks shut, definitive, and Steve’s proud of that too; that Eddie’s not digging a hole when the guys re trying to bait him, intentionally or not, over Steve.

Steve doesn’t need Eddie to complicate his band, his friendships, over what the two of them have. One, it’s not their fucking business. And two?

Steve doesn’t thing he’s being self-important in saying he and Eddie…are bigger, and more, than even the very beat high school band.

Not that Steve would ever ask Eddie to choose or some bullshit like that. And he really does believe Eddie’s going places, if that’s what he decides he wants. But…there’s that.

Then there is them.

Different, like, stratospheres.

“What the fuck came up that you can’t make it next week? When we’re staring down our first actual shot at Battle of the Bands this year,” and yeah, of course, if anyone’s gonna try to drag the whole thing out, it’s Gareth. Kid’s got a fucking temper.

“Something more important.”

Which yeah, that’s what was going through Steve’s mind, basically, but—

“The hell could be more—“

“I have plans,” Eddie hisses, viper-quick and fucking deadly, shuts them all right up for it, but then he spins a 180–preens so big Steve swears he can hear his shoulders go back and his chest puff out:

“It’s my anniversary.”

So…yeah. Just because it was where Steve’s head had just been at doesn’t mean his whole chest goes all gooey to hear it said out loud.

And in front of Eddie’s band, who…they aren’t hiding from, but they have discussed keeping kinda mum around. For the same kinds of reasons Steve’s been privy to just in the past couple minutes.

But then Eddie’s voice follows the feeling in Steve’s chest like they’re tethered there, and honestly, more times than not?

Steve thinks they just might actually be, and he’s not proven wrong with the way Eddie halfway coos:

“Our anniversary.”

“Your what?”

Jeff, again, is that middle ground: actually confused, laced with being angry that Eddie’s ducking out.

“Six months,” Eddie answers, soft-like, a little dreamy but in this way that’s rooted somehow still, and in being struck all over again by a level of shock Steve understands, sometimes feels in reverse, but still doesn’t understand being felt so deep as it sounds, now, when it’s applied to…him.

It’s wild y’know?

“I’m like,” Steve hears Eddie’s curls brush against something as he shakes his head—Steve’s money’s on him crouched by his case, or having it already slung over his shoulder:

“Never thought I’d get something to celebrate like that in the first place, but get to keep it, that long without fucking it up?”

Steve, again, wants to give up the pretense and walk the fuck in there and kiss the shit out of his boyfriend because one, same, but two?

Dumbass.

Steve goddamn adores him.

“You mean, with Harrington?” Gareth’s spitting and Steve just shakes his head, a little sad—he doesn’t know what’s crawled up that kid’s ass about him, man; he’s not so much younger that Steve never saw him or didn’t know of him but godDamn: the circles he ran in at the time weren’t the ones doing shit yet when they were in the same elementary school, Steve was barely popular in middle school, and come high school the worst anyone he knew did to the frosh was bang them into a locker—not great, but.

Not worth this shit. And the worst part is if he doesn’t know what’s crawled he did to really piss Gareth off this bad? He can’t even try to Harrington-charm his way back into the guy’s tolerable category. Like, even his best fucking not-pot brownie recipe didn’t sway the fucker.

“Yes,” Eddie is answering, the answer emphatic, like he’s brimming with feeling over it, but then clipped too, like demonstrating that he was brimming and is now being forced to clip it all backis very much the intent: “of course I mean with Steve, who the fuck else?”

It’s not lost on Steve how Eddie says his name. Ever. All the name.

But right now, how he’s making a point to say it in that warm, kinda…beloved way, when anyone else uses his last name in a way that’s anything-but.

“You cannot be—” Gareth scoffs, Steve can imagine him throwing up his hands, that sort of deal, but then Eddie comes in, and it’s a tone Steve’s only ever hear when he’s about to run a campaign into the ground where the characters may never recover, and if somehow manage it, they’ll wish they hadn’t:

“Oh, I am deadly serious.”

Because it’s not Steve’s character, but in defense of Steve’s relationship, that tone trickles something molten through his veins and prickles up his spine and…he’s gone have to stick that one in his back pocket to explore at a later date, for sure.

“Six months?”

Jeff—and Steve kinda likes Jeff, and not for the reason his bandmates would like, that he kicks around Hawkins after graduation, too, but more because Steve knows why; that’s to make more money for a college outside Indiana, and Steve thinks that’s fucking cool—but it’s here where Jeff dips fully away from being angry to being stupefied. Steve lets himself smirk at nothing because fuck yes: him and Eddie.

Six whole goddamn months.

“I was actually gonna ask you guys to come over soon, introduce him properly and stuff,” Eddie says, the disappointment in his voice again; Steve’s niggling desire to go and hug him from behind, maybe kiss under his ear a little, back in full force.

“He picks you up from practice, we see him,” Doug pipes back up, likewise confused, but Steve just takes the useful confirmation that no one did catch on that he pulled up ages ago, now.

“We know who Steve Harrington is—” Gareth snaps, protests in the way that betrays his eye-rolling, his thin-wearing patience.

“No!”

And that comes out of Eddie fierce enough to echo down at least half the block they’re on—seems like Eddie’s patience was worn out a while ago.

“You don’t!”

And everyone is silent in that way Steve knows all too well: when shit’a gone down but now you’re waiting in the edge for the worse thing to hit.

Then it does:

“And it’s a good thing I didn’t bring it up because you dipshits aren’t ready,” Eddie snaps, says dipshitso different from how he does with the Party, theirParty, their kids; he says it here with something real fucking close to disgust.

“Asking hostage questions, fuck off,” he huffs, and Steve hears Eddie’s footsteps, can’t tell if he’s gonna leave it at that, come find Steve and know he’s been standing there but that’ll be fine, it’s not like Steve wasn’t going to let him know as soon as they left—but then:

“Look,” and Eddie sounds the way Steve sounds when he’s pinching the bridge of his nose to fight a growing migraine, the sting of tears for all sorts of pain behind his eyes, and that hurts to hear from his boyfriend, like, a lot.

It fucking hurts.

“I am not just fucking him,” Eddie growls through the bridge-pinching pain; “I mean, fuck yes, I am, but,” and Steve hears the way he swallows all the way down the drive:

“I’m in this for the long haul,” Eddie tells his bandmates like throwing down a gauntlet; “and if you can’t respect me enough, and my choices, that stings,” Steve knows Eddie shrugs then: “but I’ll live.”

Steve’s about a millisecond from saying fuck it, opening the door just to slam it to announce his approach, and then going to physically grab his boyfriend, drag him to the car, and park in the abandoned lot down from the Wheelers’ neighborhood to kiss him senseless because that’s the closest place he can think of and he doesn’t think he’ll make it to either of their homes before he can’t fucking handle himself.

“But if you are gonna disrespect the man I love, no. Absolutely not.”

Eddies voice is a deadly sort of whisper. Steve would cower at it, the way it washes through a person, if he hadn’t just…said.

That.

“You love him?”

And for what Steve thinks is the first time since he climbed out of the car and committed to listening where he wasn’t invited, Gareth sounds…muted. Genuinely asking a question.

Steve, for his own part, kinda expected that he’d be more breathless, heart racing and shit, to hear the answer but in reality?

“Of course I love him.”

Steve already knew that in his cells, in his bones.

In his steady, not all-that-fast but particularly-especially-happily beating heart.

“Have you guys, like, said it and stuff?”

And of course Steve already knows that answer, both the literal one and the one that matters more, but he does perk up a bit, curious to hear what—if anything of note—Eddie chooses to give away here.

“He has,” Eddie says, and now…now maybe Steve should stop listening because this part, the way Eddie says that as flat fact—Steve doesn’t knowthis part beyond speculation. But…

“I wanted to, like,” and eddies voice can’t hide the way he’s gotta have that soft smile, the one he used to hide behind his hair before Steve started pulling it back to see in full, so now he only brings his hair out just to tease, to okay.

“I don’t think I’ve wanted much in my whole life, but he’s,” and Steve thinks he hears how Eddie chews his bottom lip for a second, in the subtlest click of how it slips free before Eddie takes a deep breath and—

“He doesn’t know what he’s worth,” Eddie starts, a little mournful almost, even, and Steve is unexpectedly glued to the spot in his fucking Nikes.

“He doesn’t understand that I’d sell the sun and the moon just to keep him,” Eddie’s saying, and with passion. With whole-ass honesty. And here, maybe, is where Steve gets to have some of the heart:fluttery feeling after all:

“He comes out the gate with the whole you don’t have to say it back and I just,” Eddie sighs, sniffs a little before heaving another breath deep enough to stretch his shirt, which Steve’s not imagining or anything, at all;

“I couldn’t say it, not right then, and risk him everthinking it was something I’d done to like, match. Like that I didn’t mean it with everything I’ve got, when I mean it with everything I’ve got and then also everything else. Like, anywhere. Ever.”

Steve realized he’d stopped breathing at some point when the little dots start floating in front of his eyes and he sucks in a shaking breath because: he’s known Eddie loves him. Unshakeably.

But, but all this—

“I couldn’t say it and have him ever wondered if I wouldn’t rip my heart out of my chest just to keep his safe.”

And of-fucking-course Steve’s pulse is running fucking riot about how much he’s in love right now, make no goddamn mistake. Jesus, he—

“Fuck.”

And Steve has never heard Gareth Emerson pushed just this side of speechless but: that’s the best way Steve can describe the kind of breathless wonder he says it with, like watching a rare bird take flight.

“You mean it.”

And Steve can pick out Eddie’s huffs and categorize them, on demand at this point: he doesn’t need to see the eye-roll to know Eddie’s deemed the expression of pure shock to be so beneath him in this specific context that he’s deemed it unworthy of any more attention.

His heart’s not jumping that loud to have missed it. So.

Steve just kinda grins toward the blacktop under his shoes.

“Why didn’t you,” Doug starts, still—usually, really, in Steve’s limited experience at least—the peacekeeper, the one who’s most invested at the human level when he’s not getting swept up in whatever the rest of the gang has deemed the cool thing to laugh at or make fun of at any given moment.

The huff Eddie gives this time is his incredulous one, which allows for just the slightest bit more consideration:

“The fuck do you think?”

The slightest bit, being the operative point.

“I’d hoped you’d take it better but,” Eddie adds, and there’s less drama in it than Steve might have expected. He’s being serious with them, and he sounds…disappointed.

Steve kinda want to make some kind of noise, give away his position, and just…hug Eddie tight from behind, if nothing else. Be there. Solid against him, wrapped up around him. Never wavering. Always at his back as much as at his side.

But Eddie’s not done:

“I’m not even asking you to like him, just be decent,” and it sounds like it hurts him to say as much, and Steve knows why; he genuinely despises when anyone thinks Lea with a the very beat thing about Steve. Steve believes this to be n unreasonable standard, and has expressed as much to Eddie who nods and smiles and kisses Steve’s forehead and does absolutely nothing to change his stance, but deep down?

Steve fucking feels so…loved for it.

“And like I said,” Steve can hear the judgement in Eddie’s tone clear as day; “you’re not ready, and I’m not putting him in that kind of situation.”

Steve sucks on the inside of his cheek, lest his grin at the way Eddie is not just defending him, but…protecting him, not his honor but his heart…

No ones ever even tried that before. Steve may not need it, or maybe he just learned he couldn’t survive needing it.

Getting it now…now it’s just…

Wow.

“And I’m in this for keeps, like, this is a forever type thing, so long as he wants it,” Eddie saying, explaining the color of a sky to a small child like what these words are that fundamental, that unalterably true. “So—”

“We’ve known each other forever, man,” Gareth eventually mutters, sounds indignant, but mostly gutted.

Steve knows before it happens that it’s not gonna make a difference.

“And we can still know each other. Just not everything, anymore,” and Eddie does sound a little sad but he’s…he’s a monolith, unshakable. “I don’t trust you with the parts that revolve around him, yet,” and Steve feels more than hears the ways his friends deflate, maybe shrink for being deemed so…insufficient. In the eyes of their ostensible leader, no less.

“Eddie, we didn’t,” Jeff starts, slow, and he doesn’t sound remorseful but—Eddie has all those coping mechanisms for a reason, right?

Because he’s quick to feeling, good and bad, and sometimes neither is fit to the moment.

Steve can’t help but be kinda glad Eddie doesn’t bother with those mechanisms just now, though, if it means he gets to hear this part:

“I know you didn’t, that’s the fucking problem,” Eddie groans, Steve can see the way he lens, bends at the knees and throws his body around a little in sheer, undiluted exasperation. “

“Because I could tell you he’s changed since school, and that’d be true, but that’s not even it,” and there’s more of the frustrated stomping round, Steve can hear it, but he’s…he’s ready distracted by that thing in his chest that has to has to be tied up in Eddie’s, too, that thing tugging on him to pay the fuck attention.

And who is he to ignore it?

“he was never who we thought he was in school in the first place. He is,” Eddie licks his lips, just to snack them loud:

“He is kind and funny, and goofy, and such a fuckin’ nerd, and he’s smart in these incredible ways where he’s sees what everyone else misses, and he’s protective as fuck and he’s got a heart of gold,” and Eddie’s voice only gets more heartfelt in its own right that longer he goes and Steve just, he’s, it’s—

“And I would tear my skin off just so it doesn’t get so much as a scuff on it,” Eddie ends with the most scathing delivery imaginable: he fucking meansthis shit. And Steve is going o live and die next to this man, scuffed heart still kept safe to the fucking end, he will swear that shit to anyone who needs to hear it.

He is going to have a whole fucking life with Eddie Munson, and love him for every single breath of it.

“And I don’t trust you guys yet not to tempt me to tear off my skin,” Eddie says finally after enough silence to catch his breath, and temper his tone just enough to sound tired; a little dejected. “I don’t trust you with him, and until that changes, we’re still friends,” Eddie sniffs, breathes out long; “you just won’t get to know about that part of me.”

He says it so simple, like he’s not half-cutting off some of the longest, closest friendships he’s ever had, and for Steve.

Steve doesn’t know if it makes him a person, or a really selfish one or whatever, if he doesn’t feel any urge to talk Eddie down, to make him walk it back just a little.

He doesn’t think he cares, though, either way.

“Seems like a really big part of you,” Doug says, deflated entirely.

“It is,” Eddie answers, unapologetic in a way that swells and sparkles in Steve’s ribs. “He is.”

“You’d walk from the band?” Of course Gareth asks, but it’s the first time he sounds small in his words. Like he maybe knows the answer, and isn’t so okay with how he got around to it even before Eddie wishes all doubt:

“In half a fuckin’ heartbeat.” Boom. Done. No hesitation whatsoever.

Less than half-a-fuckin’-heartbeat.

“That’s not what I’m saying I’m doing right now, but,” Eddie laughs a little, and that probably cuts deeper than anything for the boys, Steve suspects, especially when Eddie makes it unquestionable:

“It’s not even a question.”

And…maybe that drives a knife deeper for the band, but for Steve?

Steve kinda wants to…giggle, or some shit. He hadn’t realized just how much he wanted someone who answered a question like that, exactly like that, who talked about Steve exactly like that, without anything to gain, just because they…believed it.

“Jesus,” Gareth mutters, sounds kinda blindsided, kinda thrown and then some.

“If we,” Jeff clears his throat after a long period of quiet; “if we do better, could we meet him someday?” And the way he says it, earnest and shit:, like he wants to at least think about, at least maybe try:

“Like, really meet him?”

Like Eddie means enough that he’ll try, and that sings sweet in Steve’s veins because goddamn straight, his Eddie deserves that from the people hecares about. No matter who or what Steve is, Eddiedeserves that much, and so much more.

But he sounds like even just this is something amazing, Steve can hear the smile in his voice:

“Yeah, man,” he answers Jeff, claps him audibly on the shoulder; “I look forward to it.”

And shit, y’know what?

So does Steve.

“See you in two weeks,” and Eddies footsteps follow, guitar slung over his back for the way his weight falls with each one, but then:

“Eddie!”

That’s Doug; the footsteps stop close to the edge of the garage door as another set rushes to catch up, where he’ll see Steve if he walks much farther, where Steve’s got his hand on the door handle of the car, slowly inching it open to push shut and look wholly-unsuspicious now that Eddie might be followed out to his ride:

“Get him flowers. For your anniversary,” Doug says, tone low like a secret; “I know, like, it might seem like guys wouldn’t want flowers, but,” and Steve actually has to strain to hear the next part:

“My mom gets my dad flowers on his birthday every year, and he lights up like the Fourth of July.”

Steve remembers the first time he ever got flowers. His favorites, even if he thinks he only knew it subconsciously because they were handed to him with the stammering explanation of I don’t even know if you like flowers, or like these ones, but you look at them when we’re out, like, just walking or something and your eyes linger, and these ones just remind me of you and—

Apparently, Steve loves hyacinths. And sunflowers make Eddie think of him.

Because of course Steve’s first gift of flowers came from Eddie.

“Thanks man,” Eddie sounds the lightest, most genuine Steve’s heard him since he pulled up and got out of the car; “they’re already ordered.”

And Doug chuckles, and Steve?

Steve bites down his smile to less exploding-star levels—if he’d just pulled up he doesn’t have a reason, save that Eddie is enough of a reason in Steve’s eyes, his mind, the way his chest expands just thinking on him—as he pulls the car door closed again, loud enough to be noticed.

For Eddie to walk out of the garage fast as anything and meet Steve with a smile of his own that justifies the fuck out of where Steve’s had started, anyway.

All star-bright and everything.

♥️🎸♥️

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Just You and Me: Part Three

Steve x Eddie x fem!reader

You have a sex dream about Steve and Eddie which only makes you want them more. At Lucas's basketball game, the three of you realize that you want each other and things between you and Steve progress into something you never thought would happen.

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you smack it)

And once again, special thanks to @the-witty-pen-name for helping me out with this because I genuinely couldn't have finished this without her!

part one part two

Your hands scratch down his back as he pounds into you, your moans and heavy breaths mix together in the air. Your sweaty bodies are pressed together, filthy words falling from his lips, telling you how pretty you look underneath him, how good you’re taking him. You’re so close, you can feel it. And as he looks down at you, encouraging you, moaning his name so loudly as he continues to fuck you senseless. 

“Steve,” you moan and suddenly, your eyes are wide open. You’re pouring sweat as you sit up in your bed. Did you really just have sex dream about your best friend? The whole thing plays out in your head again and again and you’re not sure how to feel about it. 

Maybe it’s because you’re not making a lot of progress with Eddie so you’re projecting your feelings onto Steve. Or maybe there’s a part of you that has repressed your feelings and now they’re manifesting into dreams. It just feels so…strange. You’ve never had a sex dream about Steve before. It’s uncharted territory and you’re not sure how you should go about it. 

He’s the person you want to talk to about it, but you can’t. So you go to the next best thing. You hurry across the hall and knock on Robin’s door furiously. It could probably wait until morning, but you feel like you need to tell her when it’s fresh in your mind. Not that you’d forget the details of something like that so easily.

She opens the door half asleep, her hair mussed and an imprint of her wrinkled sheets on her cheek. You now feel bad for disturbing her sleep, but since you’ve already woken her up, you might as well just tell her what you came here for. 

You push the door open and invite yourself in, making yourself at home on her bed like you’ve done so many times before. For once, you don’t feel welcome as she glares at you from the doorway. You gently pat the spot next to you and she begrudgingly listens. She sits beside you and crosses her arms over her chest, her glare even more intense as she waits for you to tell her what was so important that you had to wake her up at three o’clock in the morning.

You’re afraid to say it. The words already feel weird and foreign on your tongue and you’re not even sure how exactly to say them. Your eyebrows furrow as you try your best to figure out how to word your situation. But you’re struggling and the confusion of the situation piles up in your head and you eventually blurt it all out.

“I had a sex dream about Steve,” you tell her, your words all strung together into one. She apparently heard you because her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Her eyes widen as what you’ve said really sinks in. She stays silent, honestly unsure how to respond. She doesn’t know what she was expecting you to say, but it definitely wasn’t that. 

“You had a sex dream about Steve…Steve Harrington? Your best friend?”

“I know it sounds crazy.” You rest your head in your hands and she’s quick to rub your back gently. She knows that will help when words won’t.

“It doesn’t, actually,” she corrects. “I think your fake relationship might be bleeding into your real life.” She says the words with a bit of humor in her voice and you can’t tell if she’s being genuine or if she’s trying to make a joke. Perhaps a bit of both. 

Robin doesn’t know why you’re surprised by this. She swore you knew just how in love with Steve you were and is surprised that you’re freaking out about a sex dream about him. But apparently you don’t know since you’re panicking next to her. 

“Okay,” she says. “Let’s take some deep breaths.” Together, you breathe in and out slowly and it does help, but only a little. Once you’re calm enough, you turn to her, ready to hear whatever she has to say.  

“Do you want to know what I think?” She asks and you just give her a glare. Of course you want to know what she thinks. That’s the whole reason why you work her up. “Okay, sorry. I think-well, what I’ve observed over the years is that you maybe actually do like Steve in that way.”

“Not a chance,” you shake your head. “I like Eddie, remember? That’s the whole reason why Steve and I have been fake dating.”

“Then how do you explain the dream, y/n?” She gives you a pointed look. “Look, you know I love you, but I really need to sleep. So, I’ll let you think about it and we can talk when it’s actually light outside, alright?” She pats your back then sends you on your way, pushing you out into the hallway. 

Once the door slams in your face, you head back to your own room and try to go back to sleep but your mind is flooded with the most inappropriate thoughts of Steve. They get even more intense, so vivid that it’s almost like it’s actually happening to you. This is one moment where you wish he was there to take care of you. 

Right now all you have to rely on is your fingers but you can just pretend that they’re Steves to make that much better. You’re pumping them in and out, imagining Steve hovering over you, telling you how good you’re doing, how pretty you look on his fingers and it’s actually doing the trick. 

You’re moaning, pressing your other hand to your mouth to keep you quiet. But this one doesn’t feel like Steve’s. Your eyes open and you see Eddie come into view. His hand is rougher than Steve’s. You feel the callouses so clearly as if he’s really there and you hate that this is just something you’re making up in your mind.

“Shh,” he says as your eyes flutter shy so you can imagine it better. “We don’t want to wake up Rob, do we?” He winks, his fingers working even faster and  you know it’s so soon, but you’re so close to coming already.Steve’s just doing it so well, curving his fingers in just the right way and he’s looking down at you with a devilish grin as he watches you, pressing his hand further down onto your mouth as you scream his name. 

“That’s our good girl,” he says with a proud smile as he removes his fingers from you and licks them clean as a reward for making you feel so good before giving Eddie a taste.

“Gonna need some more,” he smiles down at you and presses his lips to yours before moving lower, pushing your shirt up so he can kiss down your stomach. Once he gets to the spot right above your cunt, he presses a kiss there before spreading your legs wide, hooking them over his shoulders before diving straight in. 

Steve is now behind him, pushing his face further into your cunt as he works and you let out a gasp. He then moves to where you’re laying and has you sit up so he can slide behind you. As Eddie is eating your pussy like a man starved, Steve is encouraging you with his words as his fingers run through your hair over and over. 

The whole thing feels so real that you almost can’t believe that it’s not. How are you supposed to go on with your life knowing that you’ll never be able to experience it in real life. You come yet again but Eddie doesn’t pull away, continuing to go at your cunt with even more force this time. Once you’ve come once again, he finally pulls away and you shut your eyes, wondering how all of this could be real. 

But it’s not. When you open them again, they’ve disappeared and you remove your fingers from yourself, filled with nothing but disappointment as you get up to wash your hands then head back to bed where you’re actually able to fall asleep this time.

When you wake up a few hours later, you turn onto the other side of the bed and feel nothing but disappointment as you see that it’s empty. So you really did dream all of that and it wasn’t real like you so desperately want it to be. You feel pathetic now as you roll out of bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you trudge into the kitchen to get some much needed coffee. 

But when you head into the kitchen, Steve and Eddie are at the stove, giggling to each other as they make breakfast together. They’re both shirtless and you feel like you’re on fire as you head over and go to pour yourself some coffee, but the two of them turning towards you stops you in your tracks. 

“Good morning sleepy head,” Steve greets with a smile. 

“Morning, sweetheart,” Eddie mimics his smile and you look down to see that he’s holding your favorite mug out to you and it’s filled with coffee that’s already prepared exactly the way you like. You blink a couple of times to make them go away, but it doesn’t matter how many times you do because they’re still very much there. 

“Did you sleep well?” Steve asks, puckering his lips and you lean in to give him what he wants. As soon as you pull away, you see Eddie doing the same thing so you give him a kiss too. 

You’re dreaming so hard that you can actually feel their lips on yours. It’s so real that you can almost reach out and touch them. But you have to remind yourself that this is just some crazy thing that your brain cooked up. Maybe Robin was right and your faking dating really is bleeding into your real life because a few weeks ago, it would have just been Eddie. 

“I did,” you nod and Steve serves you some eggs and bacon while Eddie puts a couple of pancakes onto the plate and you take it to the table just in time to zone back into real life. 

“Y/n,” Robin practically screams and you shake your head, looking down and seeing that she’s holding a plate filled with the food you just imagined. 

“Sorry, what?” You ask, shaking your head. 

“Where is your head today?” She asks with a sigh. “Probably still thinking about Steve,” she teases and you glare at her, refraining from telling her the details of what actually happened when you went back to bed. It’s now bordering on giving too much information and you’re worried about what she’d say if you actually gave her the details of what happened with both of them. 

“You could say that,” you nod. “And I think I’m gonna tell him the truth.” You plan to sit them down and tell them the full truth and they can decide what happens from there even though all you want to do is run far far away and avoid them both for the foreseeable future. 

“Good for you,” she nudges your shoulder and you take the plate from her with a smile. “You could tell him at the game.” Oh shit. That’s right, it’s Lucas’s last game before he graduates high school so you all wanted to show up and support him. 

“Right,” you nod before shoveling a mouthful of eggs into your mouth so avoid having to speak to her any longer. And with that, she heads out the door to head to work where you’re going to pick her up after the game. 

You’re finally left with your own thoughts and try your hardest not to slip back into your fantasy no matter how badly you want to. You’re sure that the first one altered your brain chemistry and now you’re not capable of thinking about anything else. 

You can still vividly feel Steve’s fingers inside of you and Eddie’s head between your thighs. It all just felt so real and now you’re getting desperate for the real thing even though you’re sure that you’re not going to get it. 

-

“So how’s the fake dating going?” Robin asks as he stands behind Steve as he types away on the computer.

“Fine,” he replies, giving her a look. She’s been bothering him since he got there and he’s so close to faking sick to go home and get away from her. She’s always nosy but seems to be especially so this morning. “Rob, is there something you want to tell me?” He asks, turning around to face her and her cheeks pink which means that she definitely does. 

“No,” she shakes her head, biting down on her bottom lip. She can’t believe that you told her about your dream about him because now all she wants to do is tell Steve. She’s been wanting the two of you to get together for years and now she knows that if he knows about the dream, he’ll stop being a dingus and tell you the truth about how much he loves you. 

“Really?” He glares. “Because there has to be a reason why you keep hovering. So tell me what it is.” 

“It’s none of my business,” she shrugs. “Maybe you should ask y/n.” 

“Ask y/n about what?” His arms are crossed over his chest now as he leans against the counter. He honestly has no idea what the fuck you’re talking about and thinks he deserves some sort of explanation. 

“Just forget I said anything, alright? We both I’m a blabber mouth.” 

“You’ve been acting weird all day so there’s clearly something she told you to hide from me so what is it?” Steve’s getting angry now, just wanting her to tell him the truth about whatever you’re hiding from him. 

“I told you, just ask y/n. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go on my break.” She heads towards the break room, leaving Steve alone with his thoughts. They immediately go to you like always and for once, he’s actually anxious about being alone with you. Not only because you’ve been doing this whole fake dating thing for weeks now but also because he’s nervous about what you could possibly have to say that Robin can’t tell him. She’s such a blabbermouth and could tell him anything so he’s getting really worried about what all of this could be concerning. 

He also can’t help but want to ask you how much longer the whole thing is going to take because he’s not sure how much more he can do. He’s fallen even harder for you and it’s so painful for you to fake it with him and sit by and watch you pine for someone else. But he’s just so pathetically in love with you that he’s willing to do anything you ask. Even if that means helping you get another guy.

He’s spent weeks letting himself get hurt because he just wants to make you happy, but no more. He’s putting his foot down. After the game, he’s going to lay it all out on the table, his feelings, how he’s been feeling about your little scheme, everything. He just can’t keep it inside anymore. It’s just hurting him too much to continue to keep this big of a secret from you. He should have told you a long time ago, but he was just too afraid of losing you. Now he just wants the truth to be out there and stop acting like he’s not madly in love with you.

When you meet him at his house so you can go to the game together, his heart races in his chest. It’s to the point where he has you drive because he can’t focus on anything else. All he can think about is how badly he feels like he’s going to throw up. He’s never been so nervous around you but knowing how much is riding in this, he can’t help but feel anxious. 

“I don’t drive that badly, do I?” you joke as Steve grabs onto the handle that’s attached to the roof. You don’t drive great, but he’s not going to tell you the real reason why he’s freaking out. 

“Oh, it’s not that, I’m just feeling a little sick to my stomach.” He’s not technically lying so he doesn’t feel bad for telling you as such. 

“Do you want me to take you home?” He appreciates the gesture but he’s just going to power through. That’s what Harringtons do. 

“I’m not missing Lucas’s last game,” he shakes his head, offended that you would even suggest it. 

You know Steve well enough to know that there’s something he’s not telling you and you’re going to figure out what. He never keeps things from you so you wonder what he’s being so secretive about. He’s been acting weird since you picked him up and you want to know why. As much as you want to ask, though, you refrain because you don’t want to cause tension before the game. 

It’s quiet in the car except for the mixtape that’s playing softly. For the first time in your fifteen years of friendship, neither of you have anything to say which is odd since the two of you never seem to be able to stop yapping. But now the awkward tension is palpable because both of you have things you want to say, but you’re too afraid. It’s so weird because you can usually talk about anything and you do, telling each other everything that’s going on in your lives no matter how embarrassing. 

But this is different. These are things that are going to undoubtedly change your friendship so the both of you are going to put it off as long as possible to avoid potential rejection or awkwardness. As much as you want to tell Steve the truth, you’re just so nervous about how he’s going to react, especially because Eddie was included in it. 

And you would just leave that part out, but you feel like he deserves the whole truth no matter how much you don’t want to tell him. At this point, you’re dreading having to sit next to him for a few hours because the dream has been all you’ve been able to think about since it happened. It’s invaded your every thought to the point where you have the three of you act it out perfectly. Not that that would ever happen because you’re not sure that either of them would be up for that sort of thing. 

As soon as you pull up to the school, you wordlessly get out of the car and reluctantly take each other’s hands just in case Eddie appears out of nowhere. He’s supposed to meet you any second now so you just want to be ready. 

But now since you’ve been able to see Steve differently, his hand feels nice in yours, like it’s supposed to be there. Now you just wish Eddie was holding your other hand. If it felt that good clamped over your mouth, you just know you’d like how it felt against yours, your fingers intertwined. 

You enter the school, looking around for the metalhead, but he’s nowhere to be found. Not surprising considering the fact that it’s so crowded because it’s the last game of the season. You know he’ll be there soon so you decide that you’ll just save him a seat. 

Steve is guiding you through the crowd, standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders, making sure that you don’t get lost as you make your way towards the bleachers. His hands are protective, strong as he walks behind you like he’s your bodyguard. 

You can’t believe that you’re just now understanding women’s attraction to him. You always knew he was attractive, obviously, but now you get it. You now want him in the way that other women have. You want to grab onto his hair as he fucks you absolutely senseless, to leave scratches down his back that he can show off at the pool. 

He’s leading you up the stairs and you have to keep yourself from tripping as the dirty thoughts come back in. You don’t know how to stop them but you’re not sure that you want to. At this point, this is the only way you’re ever going to get any action and that's totally fine with you. 

Steve is on the bottom as he’s fucking you like his life depends on it while Eddie is behind you, going as hard as he can. It’s nothing but overstimulating but you don’t dare ask them to stop. It just feels too good. Dirty words are spilling from their mouths and you’d expect this from Eddie but it’s odd to hear from Steve. You’ve never seen this side of him but are starting to wish you had sooner. 

Steve grabs hold of your hand and continues to lead you up the stairs to one of the top rows where Robin is sitting with Vicky who both wave at you. You look down and smile at the joined hands, really hoping that this one sticks. You know how much Robin really likes her and want this to last forever if it can. She deserves that. 

You and Steve head into the row and he pulls you close so more people can fit. You’re so close that your thigh is pressed to his. You can feel the heat emanating from his body and wonder how the hell he’s always so warm. It’s actually unfair sometimes. And it reminds you how cold Eddie always is, the two of them exact opposites. 

You lean over and see that he’s not next to Robin like you assumed he would be. He’s still not here yet and you just hope he’s late because he made a promise to Lucas and there’s no way in hell that you’re letting him break it. 

“Where’s Eddie?” You ask Robin and she just shrugs, clearly having no idea. So you slump in your seat, Steve reaching over and rubbing your shoulder sympathetically as you scan the crowd for your friend. 

-

Eddie’s fucking late and he knows that. He had every intention of being on time, early even, but this deal is taking way longer than he expected. He just wanted to pocket some extra money but the guy is trying to haggle even though with the deal Eddie’s giving him, it might as well be free. He’s tapping his foot against the pavement of the parking lot as he periodically checks his watch. The game is about to start and he knows he’s going to get an earful from you.

As soon as the deal is made, he shoves the plastic bag into the guy’s hands before racing towards the building, hoping that he’s not too late. But as soon as he gets into the gym, the game has started and he doesn’t even know where you’re sitting so he unknowingly sits on the opposite side of the gym where thankfully Gareth has saved him a seat.

He doesn’t know why he’s scanning the crowd for you when there’s too many people to even see where you are. He just wants to see you. You haven’t seemed to have enough time for him since you started seeing Steve and he hates that he misses when you were single when the two of you would play at the arcade all the time. 

He shakes his head and tries to focus on the game, seeing Lucas race across the court and feeling a sense of pride even though he doesn’t care at all about the sport. Seeing a kid who’s been like his little brother doing something he’s so passionate about makes him so happy even though he doesn’t fully understand the hype around basketball or sports as a whole. 

As hard as he tries, his mind still keeps going back to you, to you and Steve. He doesn’t know why, but he finds himself wondering if the two of you have-no that’s none of his business. So why is he imagining Steve kissing his way down your naked body and why does-why does he like it? There’s something about seeing the two of you fucking that’s awakening something in him.

-

You’re trying really hard to focus on the game and cheering Lucas on, but all you’re able to think about is how angry you are at Eddie. This is such an important night for Lucas and you know how much he looks up to Eddie so the fact that he isn’t here is making your blood fucking boil. He made a promise to the kid and now he’s probably doing a stupid deal which makes it clear where his priorities lie. 

Steve, on the other hand, doesn’t understand why you’re so upset. Sure, he knows how much it would mean for Eddie to be here for Lucas, but he doesn’t see what that has to do with you. Maybe it’s because you’re focused on Eddie once again, not even seeing what’s right in front of you. Steve has been there for you all along, never once missing a single game and you don’t bat an eye. You clearly don’t see how much he does for you and it pisses him off. 

But he decides it’s best if he’s there for you. Being mad at you is going to do nothing but make him miserable so he slips his hand into yours and gives it a squeeze which you clearly appreciate since you squeeze back. You turn and give him a weak smile and he returns it before the two of you turn your attention back to the game. 

-

The teams are tied and the tigers just need one more basket in order to win. It’s Lucas’s shot and everyone seems to be on the edge of their seats as weaves his way around the other players with the ball. He launches it into the air and it falls through the hoop with ease, sending the crowd into cheers. The score changes on the board and his teammates lift him on their shoulders, chanting his name as he beams, looking around the gym, seeing that everyone who was cheering for his name is not chanting his name. 

You turn to Steve with a bright smile and in the excitement of the moment, you’re quick to embrace each other, pressing your lips together in a heated kiss. You pull away from each other, giggles spilling from your lips before you take him by the hand and head down to the court to congratulate Lucas. 

Hugs are passed around and you still don’t see Eddie, but that’s the least of your worries. You’re focusing on Lucas and how proud you are of him as you pull him into a hug. It’s crazy how time flies because how is it that you’ve already known him for six years? If you look at him close enough, you can see the twelve year old that you met all those years ago. And now he’s eighteen and about to go off to college. 

You and Steve flee the gym, leaving Lucas to celebrate with his team and now you’re figuring out how to tell him about the dream you had, wondering how he’ll react, especially when you tell him that Eddie was in it too. 

The tension is palpable again and Steve’s no longer thinking about what you might need to tell him, now trying to figure how he can get another kiss because he’s so desperate for it. He hasn’t forgotten about your first kiss in his living room and he’s been waiting for one that was real and not just because Eddie was looking. 

The two of you head to his car hand in hand and you feel the nervousness building inside you as you try to figure out how to word everything. You really wish you had written yourself a script, but it’s too late now. 

As soon as the two of you are alone in your car, you just blurt the words, feeling a weight lift off you as soon as they leave your mouth. The pressure on your chest is now relieved but you can’t even get yourself to look Steve in the eye yet. You feel like he deserves to have a second to really process what you’ve just said. 

Steve sits there, his lips parting to respond, but he doesn’t know what to say. He never thought you’d say something like that. Having a sex dream about Eddie? Sure, that’s bound to happen, but you having one about both of them? Well, that changes things. 

He’s always thought Eddie was hot, he’s not blind. And sure, maybe he’s had a dirty thought about the guy a time or two in the shower, but that’s it. But you told him your dirty little secret, maybe his should be revealed too. Who cares if you know? You already know that he’s bi so what’s the harm in telling you the truth?

But he doesn’t do it. He’s cocky now, wanting to know exactly what you saw in that pretty little head of yours. What position were you in? Was it soft and sweet or were they pounding into you? He wants to know every dirty little detail. 

“Yeah?” He asks, pushing some of your hair behind your ear, moving closer so that his lips are right by it. “Were you turned on? I bet you were.” 

Your cheeks heat at not only his proximity and his breath on your skin, but his words, they sound so filthy. And now you need him to tell you more in that husky voice that’s definitely not making you wet. 

“Yes,” you reply, suddenly feeling nervous, but you don’t know why. It’s Steve, your best friend since you could crawl. But this is different. Ever since your dream about him, he’s been Steve, so much emphasis on him that you haven’t even really spared Eddie a second glance. 

You feel like if you do this right here, it’ll change everything between the two of you, but you honestly don’t care. It’s like he wore those fucking cut offs on purpose. Now you so desperately want to see them on the floorboard of the back seat. And you’re too mad at Eddie right now to feel bad for taking advantage of this moment with Steve.

“That’s hot,” he says, nipping at your earlobe. His lips ghost over your neck and you move your head to the side to give him more space. It’s a gentle kiss but your skin is on fire from the contact. “You’re hot.” 

You’re sweating now and you’re not sure because of how warm it is outside or because of how much it’s heating up in Steve’s car. His nose slides against your neck and you can hear him take a slight inhale. 

“You smell so good,” he mumbles then pulls away, looking you in the eyes with his honey ones. His pupils are blown wide and he’s got on a devilish grin that’s making you feel even more hot. “Let’s see how you taste.” 

He grabs hold of your jaw and tilts your head back. He watches your lips part and can practically see the gears turning. He knows you like the back of his hand but tonight, he has no idea what you’re thinking. 

“Is this okay?” He asks and you just want him to get on with it. You’re getting antsy so you have to take matters into your own hands. You bunch his shirt in your hand and press your lips to his. His tongue flicks into your mouth and you moan at the feeling of it moving with yours. 

His hands are in your hair and he’s grabbing fistfuls, giving it a yank to hear that pretty sound again. And you do, unknowingly playing right into his hand. He’s got you right where he wants you and he’s fully prepared to take advantage. 

His hands slide up your tank top and you break away to lift your arms so he can finish the job. It’s off in an instant and he can’t help but stare. Seeing you in a bra, here, like this, it’s new. And now he needs to see you out of it. Now. 

He’s hard beyond belief and he really needs to get inside you. He needs to show you just how much he loves you, to make this whole thing real between the two of you. 

He takes the leap and gets into the backseat with you following closely behind him. You sit side by side and it’s so easy to pick up where you left off, like you do this all the time. You take the lead and straddle his waist, grinding against him, feeling him moan into your mouth. 

He’s rock hard against you and you want to just go for it, but he’s going to have to beg first. Sing for his supper. So you continue to grind, hearing him whine and moan, just waiting for him to ask. 

“Fuck me, please,” he begs and you swear you’ve never seen someone look so pathetic. You bring your lips to his as you unbutton his shorts, moving to where he can get them off and they’re thrown into the passenger seat like he’s so tired of wearing them. 

Together, you try your best to undress each other in the cramped backseat. Clothes are flying left and right, strewn across the car and as soon as you both are naked, he’s pinning you to the seat, your back flush to the leather. 

“Fuck,” he swears, so much emphasis on the word as his eyes rake down the body. “This is what you’ve been hiding from me? Jesus, you’re so hot.” 

Steve’s about to reach into the pocket of his jeans-wherever they ended up-for a condom, but then he remembers that he doesn’t have one. He knows you’re on birth control but he doesn’t want to just assume you’d be okay with him not using protection. 

“I-I don’t have a condom,” he tells you, almost sounding disappointed. 

“That’s okay. I’m on birth control.” You’re so quick to respond, like he’s asking you what kind of toppings you want on your pizza. This is a big deal and he’s not sure why you were so quick to respond. 

“I know but-“

“Steve, it’s fine, I trust you.” I trust you. That’s right, you trust him. He has to remind himself that he’s not some sleazy guy you met at the bar. He’s Steve, your best friend and your safety is his number one priority. 

“If you’re sure.” 

“I am,” you nod and he knows you mean it. So he lines himself up with you and slowly slides in, watching you the entire time. It’s a bit tight, but it won’t be by the time he’s done with you. 

He presses you further into the seat as he thrusts slowly, wanting to test the waters first. He was so cocky before and now that he’s finally gotten here, he’s suddenly a little nervous. But seeing you look up at him with that pretty smile, he gets the encouragement he needs to keep going. 

He’s thrusting faster now, getting deeper inside with every inch, but now he finds himself wondering where Eddie would be in this situation. Would he be trying to please you or Steve or both? Steve bets he’s really good at dirty talk and what he would give for that right now.

Your moans and breaths are mixing in the air, already starting to fog up the windows. You sound so pretty and you look it too and he’s wondering when he’s going to wake up from the dream. It’s got to be the best one yet. 

He feels guilty about letting Eddie sneak into his mind, but he can’t help it. Now that he knows that you possibly want them both, he can’t help but wonder what a threesome between of you would be like. 

“Faster,” you whine and he wants nothing but to please you so he does what you ask, trying to wipe the thought of Eddie out of his head and focus on you, now pounding into you, working as hard as he can to make his girl feel good. 

Your hips buck against his and he responds by going even deeper, fitting all of himself inside you as he sees tears pricking your eyes. 

“My dick’s that good, huh?” He asks as wipes your tears away, but he keeps going, pounding into you again and again with as much force as he can. 

You hate how his cockiness is turning you on. You’re eating up how highly he thinks of himself and how confident he is that he can please you like this. Considering you feel like you’re already close, you know he’s doing everything right. 

“Look at you, taking me so well, honey. You look so pretty underneath me.” He knows exactly what to say to drive you crazy and you already feel like your brain is mush and you haven’t even come yet. 

He’s pounding so fast and hard that you’re having trouble keeping up as you buck your hips against his, your bodies moving in rhythm together, trying so hard to not think about how much he wants to be between the two of you, feeling Eddie’s rock hard cock pounding into his ass. It’s getting out of hand right now but he doesn’t even care. He has no idea that you’re thinking the same, imagining what the three of you would get up to right here in the back of Steve’s car even though the three of you definitely couldn’t fit. You’d make it work, though.

You want so badly for them to act out the dream you had, talking them through the entire thing, telling them what they said so they could perfect it. And you just know that they’d obey, being the good boys that they are. You know it’s wrong to think about this when Steve is trying his hardest to please you, but you just can’t help it. You can’t stop yourself from  wanting your fantasy now. You’re too far gone to be stopped.

The windows are progressively fogging up but you’re nowhere near done. There’s still so much you want to do, but the space is so limited. You’ll just have to make do with what you have. Your orgasm is approaching and Steve watches you completely undone. Your head falls back as you moan loudly, feeling it all the way down to your toes that curl in pleasure. He’s taking a mental picture so he has this to look back on. It’s something he wants to save in his wallet so he can look at it any time he wants. He’ll settle for this, though. There’s no way he can possibly forget it.

Once you come back down, Steve’s caught off guard when you grab hold of his shoulders and push him down onto the seat, the two of you still connected as you begin to ride him. He stares up, his mouth wide open in shock and you lean down for a kiss. 

Your tongue explores his mouth as you continue your movements and he’s quick to buck his hips against yours, trying to get you to speed up. But you push him down, staring at him intently. 

“Baby, slow down,” you tell him. “This isn’t a race.” Your pace slows and you watch him stare at your chest, the way your tits move this way and that. He feels hypnotized by them, the way they’re practically begging for his mouth.

He listens, his hips bucking more slowly against yours and you smile at how good of a boy he can be. Your pace picks up just a little and you feel his fingers digging into your waist as he moves your hips, showing you how he wants to be fucked. And you try to follow his instructions, but apparently not well enough because in an instant, you’re back on the seat, Steve pounding into you again and again. You work together to get him off and it works like a charm. He’s orgasming above you and you talk him through it, being nothing but encouraging as he does so.

-

Eddie’s late coming out of the school. He graduated so long ago and still finds himself making deals in the school bathroom. But he’s sixty dollars richer so it’s worth it in the end. It’s a win-win in his head because he gets to support his friend and make a little cash. 

He heads out into the parking lot and notices that there’s a car still there. It’s not to miss since the only other vehicle is his van. The car is also shaking slightly so he knows exactly what’s happening. Crazy how the excitement of a win can make people horny. 

He passes by the car and glances into the foggy window because to his core he’s a little bit of a perv. Even through the tiny amount he’s able to see through, he realizes that he recognizes the back that’s facing him. It’s Steve, he knows that much. He doesn’t even know how he knows, but he just does. 

When did he memorize every inch of his friend’s back and why is he getting turned on by seeing him pound into someone? Eddie’s always known that he was bi, but he never thought he would be sexually attracted to one of his best male friends. 

And once he gets a glimpse of your face, he’s not even mad. This is the definition of bi panic and he doesn’t think he’s ever experienced it so intensely before. He’s hard beyond belief and part of him almost wants to ask if he can join. That would be the dream, wouldn’t it? But he doesn’t. He can’t. This is between the two of you. So he heads to his van and gets into it, staring at Steve’s BMW as he pulls out of his space, trying to deal with the fact that he has been turned on by Steve. Being turned on by you? Yeah, that’s been happening to him for years. But with Steve, this is totally new, and he’s unsure how to deal with it.

He already knows that the two of you aren’t actually together-well, maybe you are now since he caught you in the back of Steve’s car-so he wonders if he should tell you that he doesn’t care that you lied to him and be honest about the fact that he now wants the both of you. That actually terrifies him, but he feels like you deserve to know the truth. 

Eddie doesn’t sleep the entire night. He just lies in his bed, pouring sweat as he thinks about all the positions he could have the two of you in. He needs a threesome with you so bad, but he knows it’s all just a pipe dream. Clearly the two of you have made your relationship a real thing. So where does that leave him? Do you not want him anymore? Was that whole thing just for nothing and now he’s going to be alone for the rest of his life? With Eddie’s luck, that’s definitely a possibility.

[laritamiauu]

LARITA

WHAT DID I DO TO YOU HOLY PEANUTS

I just got on Tumblr and saw my favorite rare pair yaoi

Do you want/have some headcannons for Blindspeed?(Their other ship name that I made up!!) - 🍦

i don't have a lot in mind since i haven't had the time to think about them

tho i did think about their meeting and a bit about their dynamic together-

so hermes works in the underworld as like a guide for the souls, we know that, so I figure that he must have met Tiresias before but because he is blind he didn't realize that he was meeting an actual god, also like their first meeting was very brief so there wasn't a lot of conversation between them

I imagine that even if Tiresias can't see, he can sense the presence of the people around them, and gods and divinity's have a really strong presence so he would know that he was near a god but wouldn't know who

So they probably met briefly and something about Tiresias past and abilities caught Hermes attention and idk, so he began to very slightly stalk him a bit, watch him from afar and stuff.

He didn't know why but there was something about this ROTTING GHOST that caught his attention, so everytime he could he would stop by just to look at him because he is a FREAK

And there's this very interesting dynamic with Tiresias that, he can't see right? But (in my design) he has these two snakes that can talk and LOVE to torment him, and they obviously can see too👀

So even if Tiresias is blind, he is still very aware of his surroundings because those snakes won't stop gossiping about everything that happens around them lol

So imagine the snakes notice Hermes stalking Tiresias and start to mention it like:

-Omg babe that twink is watching us again

-No way really?! What a freak

Lmao and that's how Tiresias finds out, then one day he just hears the snakes gossiping about that again and just yells out loud "show yourself" and Hermes being like the only other person in there just yells "HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS HERE" and then Tiresias just says more calmly "I can see you" (this is just me quoting warrior of the mind atp lol) "...but you can't" "trust me I CAN" referring to the snakes lmao

But yeah that's what I imagine for their meeting lol

Also apart from being a bit cute they're soOOOO FREAKY in every shape and form, like the second Hermes finds out Tiresias can still change sex by beating up the snakes (this is just my hc lol) he would be SOOO INTO THAT, he is a freak, a freaky and greedy bisexual if you will.

And Tiresias too like he is a bit of an asshole so it would take a while for him to soften up, like i feel like he would be pretty touchy, his love language would probably be physical interaction, AND since he can't see him, not even with his prophecy abilities, he would have to get to know him by using his other senses, that's freaky-

Anyways I love them, they're boyfriends and they're freaks, but they're happy

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

Marc, Believe me when I tell you that arguing with these people is tantamount to useless. They get their jollies by advocating for violence and death because they see the world through a lens of, "everything I think is wrong is violence and oppression". And therefore believe that anything that they do is justice.

Never you mind if the right were moraless like this, with the exact same sentiment they'd have purged the se lunatics a long time ago and probably worse. Thankfully the majority of the right aren't self-righteous lunatics. Yes the right has its own fringes but they are significantly less in number and are more often than not shunned by the rest of the right. Meanwhile I see moderates on the left making this exact same argument. And it is wild. Killing a CEO of a publicly owned company does absolutely nothing. Because as has been discussed in dozens of other posts, Even if the company were to operate at a zero profit margin they would still only be able to help 73% of the people who are part of their insurance program. So even if they did not have a claim denial system there'd still be a 27% denial rate. Because hospitals control the costs of your medical treatments not insurance companies.

And CEOs of publicly traded companies are figureheads at best. So not only are you not doing a good thing murdering someone in cold blood. But all you did was murder a figurehead rather than anyone with any real power in the company. Not that I'd be advocating for that either. Because either murder is always wrong or be prepared for people who are not okay with you to have the exact same sentiment. Because one day they will and you're going to freak out because you are supposedly the good guy. But guess what? That's you viewing yourself as the main character. Meanwhile every person in the world generally tends to view themselves of the main character; and whenever they decide to act on their moral righteousness You will eventually become the target. Because their view will be that they are correct and you need to be purged for "all the right reasons".

Update! Luigi's Attorney Dickey confirms that his "outburst" where he tells the cameras that this is unjust, was because he was never read his miranda rights and was under the impression at that time that he was being denied the right to a fair trial, an attorney, or any legal representation.

He is angry and terrified in that footage because they have failed to follow basic procedure to inform him that he has any rights at all. This is a major red flag of police corruption. This is UNACCEPTABLE and further means any interrogation they did of him is unlawful, and inadmissible in court.

[blairxbear]

When they realise they are in love with you.

MHA Class 1A Head cannons

Izuku Midoriya

• He doesn’t realize it at first—it hits him like a train when someone else points it out.

• You’re patching up his wounds after a battle, scolding him like usual, and he just stares at you.

• “They care about me so much… I don’t ever want to lose them.”

• That’s when it clicks—his face turns beet red, and he literally short-circuits trying to process it.

• He starts writing about you in his notebooks, not just as a hero, but as his hero.

• Tries to confess a dozen times but ends up stammering and running away.

Katsuki Bakugo

• He freaking hates it when he realizes he’s in love.

• He notices he gets jealous when you talk to others too casually.

• He starts training even harder because he wants to be stronger for you.

• The moment it fully hits him? You defend him from someone bad-mouthing him, and his chest tightens.

• “Shit… I don’t just like them. I love them.”

• He won’t say it out loud but becomes insanely protective overnight.

• If someone flirts with you, he glares daggers and pulls you closer.

• His confession is awkward but genuine—probably blurts out “I love you, okay?! Now deal with it!”

Shoto Todoroki

• Love isn’t something he understands right away—it’s foreign but comforting.

• He notices he trusts you more than anyone else and actually wants to be around you.

• One day, you brush a strand of hair from his face, and his heart skips a beat.

• “Why does my chest feel warm? Is this…?”

• He spends weeks thinking about what this feeling means.

• His father’s influence made him fear attachment, but with you, he feels safe.

• He realizes he loves you when he catches himself smiling for no reason just because you exist.

• When he confesses, it’s simple but deeply meaningful—“I think I love you. No, I know I do.”

Eijiro Kirishima

• He’s the type to fall fast and hard, but he won’t admit it until it hits him like an explosion.

• You do something small but meaningful, like fixing his hair or remembering his favorite drink, and suddenly, he’s melting.

• His brain just goes: “Oh no. Oh NO. I LOVE THEM.”

• The moment he realizes it, he becomes the most obvious person alive—grinning like an idiot, blushing when you compliment him.

• Denki figures it out first and teases him relentlessly.

• He confesses spontaneously—probably during training or when you’re just hanging out.

• “Hey… I, uh, love you. Like, really love you.”

Denki Kaminari

• He thinks he’s just crushing on you, but one night, you laugh at one of his dumb jokes, and his heart flips.

• “Wait… why do I want to make them laugh forever?”

• He starts noticing the little things—the way your eyes sparkle, the way you say his name.

• Suddenly, every love song reminds him of you.

• He realizes he loves you when you comfort him after a bad day, holding his hand without judgment.

• He panics—freaks out and tells Sero before he even tells you.

• Ends up blurting it out without thinking—probably during a sparring session.

• “Oh, shit—did I just say that out loud? …Well, I meant it.”

Henta Sero

• Realizes it slowly but surely—love creeps up on him like his tape until it’s wrapped around his heart.

• It happens during a casual hangout, maybe when you’re laughing at one of his dumb jokes.

• “Damn, I’d do anything to hear that laugh every day.”

• His friends notice before he does because he starts bringing you up in every conversation.

• “Oh, Y/N likes that movie too!” “Y/N would totally win this game.”

• When he realizes, he’s cool about it but lowkey dying inside.

• He confesses casually but sweetly, probably while sharing a snack.

• “So… I’m kinda in love with you. Thought you should know.”

Fumikage Tokoyami

• He doesn’t see it as love at first—he calls it “a deep admiration”.

• Dark Shadow calls him out first: “Dude, you’re OBSESSED.”

• He realizes he loves you when he misses you more than he should.

• The thought of you being hurt makes his blood run cold—he becomes fiercely protective.

• He confesses in a poetic and dramatic way—probably quotes some gothic literature.

• “My heart, once shrouded in darkness, now finds solace in you.”

• He’s nervous about whether you’ll accept him, but when you do, he’s deeply devoted.

Tenya Iida

• Love is logical to him, so he doesn’t understand why his brain short-circuits around you.

• Realizes it when he starts worrying about you more than necessary.

• “Are they drinking enough water? Did they eat today? Should I check on them?”

• The real moment? You tell him to relax, placing a hand on his arm, and suddenly, his heart is racing.

• He denies it at first—tries to rationalize it.

• But one day, you cheer for him in a match, and it clicks—he wants you by his side forever.

• His confession is formal but flustered—“I have come to the realization that I love you. I hope you will accept my feelings.”

Mashirao Ojiro

• He falls first but doesn’t say anything—he’s the quiet type about his feelings.

• The moment he realizes? Sparring with you, when you pin him down and smirk.

• “Oh, I’m completely in love with them.”

• He acts normal but becomes a little more protective, a little more soft-spoken around you.

• His tail wags when you’re near, and he hates that everyone notices.

• He confesses simply but sincerely—probably under the stars or after training.

• “I love you. I don’t need anything back, I just wanted you to know.”

Mezo Shoji

• Realizes it when he starts looking forward to your voice every day.

• He’s always been reserved, but you make him feel safe.

• The moment he knows? You tell him he’s beautiful, and he nearly chokes on air.

• “They… they actually see me.”

• His confession is quiet but meaningful—probably late at night when you’re alone.

• “You’re the only one who makes me feel like this. I think… no, I know I love you.”

Rikido Sato

• He realizes he’s in love while baking—he catches himself making extra portions just for you, even when you’re not around.

• One day, you sneak into the kitchen to help, and he watches you struggle with frosting a cupcake.

• Instead of laughing, he just smiles fondly and thinks, “I want to do this with them forever.”

• The moment it really clicks is when you try his baking and get so excited, giving him the biggest grin.

• His heart pounds, and suddenly, the sweetest thing in the room isn’t the cake.

• Becomes super flustered around you after that, fumbling with ingredients and spacing out.

• His confession is adorably shy, probably over a homemade dessert.

• “I, uh… I made this for you. And also, I think I love you.”

Koji Koda

• He falls slowly but deeply, and it takes a while for him to understand his feelings.

• He realizes it when he notices the way animals react to you—his rabbits love you, birds always fly near, and even skittish animals trust you.

• One day, you rescue a tiny injured bird, and as he watches you care for it so gently, his heart swells.

• “They’re so kind… I never want to leave their side.”

• The next time you smile at him, his whole face turns red, and he gets so nervous he forgets how to talk.

• Starts getting extra shy around you, but his actions speak louder—always carrying things for you, making sure you’re safe, sitting near you quietly.

• His confession is soft but heartfelt, maybe while watching the sunset with you.

• “I… I think I love you. You make my world so much brighter.”

[aviradasa]

I love your writings dude! Sm! Seeing some laddie hcs from you would be sick! You don’t see much of him from the movie, nor the book even if it adds a little bit more. I feel like they focus on star more. Maybe his dynamic with the boys and stuff? How was he found? Who is he closest with, probably Dwayne and Paul tbh. Also do you think he knows he’s a half vampire? I feel like he would be more scared of David and Marko, mostly David. What does he like to do for fun since he literally lives under a rock. Does he have the same music taste as the boys, can he watch films, can he read and what does he like to read? Also does he have any friends or is he just with Star and the boys all the time. I feel like that would be no because maybe parents o the boardwalk wouldn’t want their children around the boys. I have these kinds of thoughts all the time, about the boys and Star too but with the hcs and fics I can read I feel like I can piece them together better than laddie considering there’s little writing about him. (A funny thing too, would the boys try to not cuss around laddie? I feel like Paul would do it on purpose so Star would get mad or something)

Omg I have been waiting to do these for so long. It won't let me post the long version on here though so I'm gonna make an A03 account.

General laddie hcs

I HC Laddie as the star's younger brother, and when she got involved with the boys at first, she was having a good time. Then something happened to their parents and Laddie was going to be put into the system which Star didn't want to happen so she wanted to leave and David wouldn't let her so she made a deal with him to take Laddie so that she would stay Laddie is indeed closest to Dwayne because he and Laddie have similar personalities. Laddie is kinda quiet and pretty shy for a kid his age and Dwayne Remembers that when he was that age he was very similar. Laddie also likes Paul a lot cause Paul has a little bit of a soft spot for kids and he's the one that spoils Laddie. if Laddie sees something on the boardwalk, and he wants it. He's going to Paul cause he knows Paul will make it happen even if Star or Dwayne say no. Dwayne kinda helps Star raise Laddie cause he saw her struggling with him at first and decided to help. They are basically besties who share a kid. Now, laddie mostly Avoids David because after David took (kidnapped) him, laddie became attached to him at the hip. After all, he was just grateful to be with his sister again. But David was not having it. He wasn't trying to be an ass he just didn't want to get attached to the kid Cause he knew that with the life they lived he may not survive and he just didn't want that on his conscious so he pushed him away. Now Marko kinda freaks Laddie out a bit because Marko can be a bit..unstable. Marko Can have these really drastic and really sudden mood swings, It doesn't help that Marko will lowkey be really good with Laddie for a little bit, like showing him artwork, helping fix His stuff to suddenly just freaking the fuck out whenever Laddie comes up to him so he just Avoids marko. Laddie absolutely loves playing games with the boys and star.his favorites are physical/board games due to the cave not having electricity. He LOVES hide and seek.His all-time favorite. Some nights star will help him convince the other boys to all go outside to play with him. Another favorite of laddies is tag.But he doesn't like playing with the boys cause they are a lot faster than he is, But he does play with Star,and when Max allows it, he loves playing tag with Thorn. He also likes going To maxs house cause he can watch Scooby doo.It's his favorite show He also absolutely loves watching Jem and the holograms As well! laddie also likes to make up his own games.However, some of his games start to worry Star because they are a bit violent, and it makes her wonder if some of the things he's hearing may be influencing him wrong. Especially when Laddie ran up to her with a ripped-up teddy bear and asked her if she thought the Bear learned its lesson yet. She snatched that bear so quick- and then she had a long ass talk with him about no more torturing teddies When asked why he did it, and all Laddie said was that “he didn't like how it talked to his friends.” She thought that was weird cause Laddie didn't have any human friends. It's not that he's not allowed to have them but he just doesn't try to make them. After that whole deal though, star and dwayne Were talking and decided that everyone should start watching what they say around the kid Cause it's clearly fucking with him. Laddie Hates the censorship. He's at that age where hes in the “I'm not a little kid anymore” stage. He just wants to be part of the gang. So he goes to eavesdropping. He hears a lot of stuff he shouldn't, and it's also how he ends up learning he's a half-vampire. Laddie honestly didn't know what an actual vampire was. He had only heard the dumbed-down kid story versions of vampires but he was still scared. The boys also influence Laddie's music taste a lot. He loves all kinds of rock/metal cause of Them.they are his biggest role models so what they like. Laddie likes. Music, style, hobbies, if they like it, so does he. After learning the boys are vampires though all laddie wants is to be one which really makes it hard for star to resist giving into the pressure.

[aeliem]

I have like 15 different versions of their relationships in my head (especially killer & nightmare) (help)

also bonus thing

unhinged rambles under the cut

i added underfell sans cuz i associate him with the bad sanses for some reason (more than error anyway)

i think Red doesn't really belong here (in my head he is definitively part of this group, just compared to the others he hasn't done anything nearly as horrible as them) so he'd be very stressed out all the time about fitting in/not being thrown away i think in the beginning this would translate by him getting close to whoever is the most powerful, so at first Dust (because i hc he has the highest LV of all of them), then he'd see how fucking pathetic dust is and start seeing him less as an authority figure and more like a person (then feelings would blossom from their shared pathetic-ness etc etc) he'd turn to Nightmare next (cuz he is the leader of the group after all), and nightmare would try to help him not be anxious all the time but red's so terrified of being a burden he doesn't wanna ask for help, so nightmare has to slowly convince him he's worth something, and by the time red gets better BAM he's caught feeling i think Killer would just fuck with him a lot, then red would match his energy and they'd become best friends with benefits (maybe something romantic there but they would never admit it) (just bros being dudes) (they would be absolutely insufferable together) (imagine killer's chaotic energy but squared)

Killer and Nightmare's relationship(s) (yayy!)

so i have. at lot. and i mean a LOT of different versions of what their relationship could be in my head, some more toxic than others.

basically i think killer would gravitate towards nightmare, both because he's the one who got him out of his timeline, but also because he just got out of an extremely toxic friendship with the human and probably thinks it's gonna be the exact same. so no matter what nightmare's intentions are, killer is going to cling to him in a not so healthy way and treat him like the only thing that matters in the world

if nightmare's good: he tries with all his might to get killer to stop treating him like a god and start taking care of himself. nightmare gets very confused and frustrated when killer starts torturing and murdering people for him even when he isn't ordered to. also whenever nightmare gets exasperated, killer immediately backs down and shuts himself up, so nightmare would try as much as he can to not show signs of anger (or if he does, to convince killer that he's not going to hurt him). i think this would culminate in both of them having a long chat about chara and killer wanting to move on from them, and killer completely giving himself away to nightmare so they can work on this together, and so nightmare can force killer into getting better (im thinking something like TPE), until killer slowly starts rebuilding himself back up and manages to be his own person again

if nightmare sucks (cw for abuse): he will use killer's past to his own advantage, im thinking sometimes acting like chara on purpose (or even shape-shifting into them) to get him to do things, being extremely affectionate and giving killer the validation he craves, until he doesn't get what he wants and then starts threatening killer and accusing him of being a piece of shit, and generally holding what he did while with chara over his head. maybe nightmare genuinely loves killer in some way, and killer sees it as a sign of good will, like if he loves me it means he's doing this for my own good (he's not).

Dust i headcanon is a complete asshole (in several different ways but we'll get there). he thinks he's so much better than everyone else, and that he's a good murderer who killed for good reasons, while the others are horrible little freaks who like causing pain for its own sake.

first scenario i have is if Nightmare is an asshole to the others (doesn't have to be explicitly aggressive, just generally acts like he's better than them). dust would see this as a direct confirmation of his previous theory (everyone else is an asshole), and just try to piss nightmare off as much as possible. then he gets very surprised when either the rest of the gang joins in on the annoy nightmare competition, or nightmare vents out the newly created frustration not only on dust, but also on the other people in the group. this is basically dust gaining class awareness. he's in this shitty situation with the others, and they hate it at least as much as he does. they are not privileged, they aren't enjoying any of this. they probably also think everyone else here is a murderous asshole, which is why no one is actually talking to each other. this is when he starts actually trying to communicate with them. he probably sees they're much more similar to him than he first thought, even if they all went through different events, and he tries really hard to find common ground (at first with the intent to fight nightmare, but afterwards just because he genuinely likes them).

Killer is the hardest to get along with because he's very confrontational and the closest to dust's assumption about him, but after some time he really comes to like his spontaneity and the time they spend together. they both get very attached but never really admit it, until there's like one moment where they each see the other is a gay little shit who's in love with another version of himself (the derision helps them be vulnerable). so they finally become a couple but have a very irony poisoned way of talking about it.

Horror is more of a tricky case, it depends on a lot of things, but if nightmare doesn't try to help him (or makes things worse for him), he's probably very fucked up from the time he spent back home. this becomes immediately visible to dust once they actually start talking, and horror latches on to him as the only person that still has morals/is still trying to make things better for everyone. i think it would feed a lot into dust's savior complex, and while it doesn't allow him to have a genuinely close relationship with horror, this still makes dust the one person horror can rely on, and the one person helping him recover. i think it's only once horror gets more stable (and isn't as reliant on dust) that they can actually start to form a relationship (and horror turns out to be a smartass like killer, but less chaotic and more logical which dust is very much a fan of) then they all beat the shit out of nightmare for being an asshole (the end)

if Nightmare isn't an asshole, dust has a really hard time reconciling nightmare's actions towards him and the gang with his own worldview, so he tries to interact with nightmare as little as possible to not challenge it. he even tries to leave at one point, but going back somewhere with people he murdered over and over while they did nothing to deserve it doesn't feel very good, and he eventually chooses to stay so he can have horrible people around him to convince himself he's not that bad. i think it would be a slow process of dust seeing Nightmare genuinely try to help him despite his own problems, and killer & nightmare being in a healthy, non-murderous relationship. he would fall for nightmare first, but would mostly manifest it through his jealousy towards killer. Nightmare would see this and, thinking dust is self aware enough to understand his own feelings, talk with killer about dust, with killer eventually telling nightmare if he wants to get in bed with the guy who hates him, whatever, just don't start acting clueless when shit hits the fan. then nightmare gets a lot closer to dust seemingly out of nowhere, adding to his confusion, before they both finally talk about what they want and officially get together, with killer like "this went a lot better than i expected" with Killer, i think it's more of a "nightmare isn't here and i need anyone to rant about my problems to" type of situation, where once dust gets used to not being asocial, the days nightmare goes out for long periods of time become unbearable. at first they would kinda bond over their shared love of nightmare, but over time they would start actually getting interested in each other, with still a lot of animosity but also mutual interest and respect. (pretty much a classic enemies to lovers this one ngl)

Horror is... horror is weird for me? like i dont really know where to put him. i think i just have fanon horror and canon horror bouncing around in my head and they're just so contradictory idk what to think of him. i have 2 big stories with him, but in short:

either he's just.. not interested in romance at all (whether due to being aromantic or something else). maybe he does have some sort of deeper bond with Nightmare due to him being able to read his emotions, but generally he's just a friend to the others. i think he'd be pretty distant to the rest of the gang as being the only one without a high LV, so he doesn't really want to get to know them that much. this mostly happens if he still has his brother with him, or if he's moved on from his death by the time he joins nightmare's team (or is convinced his brother is gonna be completely fine back at home)

or: if he gets forcefully brought out of his timeline by nightmare, he's completely lost and starving and traumatized six ways from sunday, and at first he's completely unable to take care of himself now that his brother's gone. i think Dust would try to help him (because nightmare's certainly not going to), and horror would just latch on to him like a mussel to its rock. after he's recovered, they would stay close and would slowly fall in love, even if neither of them really want to put it into words. it's around that time he would get to actually know Killer (and how dust feels about him), then jealousy then the same affection dust has for him (mtt poly hell yeah!!!) idk how i would actually define horror's relationship with them (i would maybe say queerplatonic but again idk), just that they're extremely close with each other (again this is partially due to nightmare being an ass, this is why i'm hesitant to mark this as purely romantic when it feels both circumstantial and like they're more than boyfriends)

Cross is also weird, i don't think about him a lot but i think he's as cold-headed as dust and as diligent/efficient as killer, so i see him relating to these two the most. it's more that i see a lot of kross/criller on my dash and i really like their dynamic (especially Killer fucking with cross) also i love the idea of a cross who's trained as a soldier and a Nightmare who already has a gang of strong sanses defending him and doesn't need anyone else, but still lets cross in because he thinks he's cute. i imagine nightmare would still give him orders from time to time to make him feel useful, but it would quickly turn into a kink thing on cross's part, then nightmare would probably make it an official/explicit thing between the two of them. for the others (Dust & Red) i don't really have a specific idea in mind, i just really like dust&red as a duo and i think there's potential for very interesting dynamics with the three of them (also Cross Dust & Error, not romantic but like, platonically, is this anything??)

personally i dont think Error would be with anyone (except Ink but even then its not 'just' love, its more a cycle of truces and betrayals, and "you're the only person in the world who could understand me so i'll stay by your side as long as possible even if i know this won't last" kinda vibe) i think error's waayy too in his own head to notice the people around him, and i think if he were to live with nightmare and the others, he's just do his own thing in his corner and not really participate, he'd only stay with them as insurance so ink can't attack him (also he gets to piss him off by altering timelines but technically he doesn't destroy anything so ink still can't break their truce) the only exception to that would be Dust (most likely in the timelines/versions where dust hates nightmare and doesn't confide in him), where they both share this sense of being better than everyone else and being tasked with a purpose no one can do but them (for error it's cleaning out the multiverse, for dust it was killing the human and he's still somewhat attached to that), but i don't think they'd be romantic with each other, just friends (though maybe error would get more attached to him since he's so lonely, but even then this would be one-sided)

It’s time…

Be sure to be respectful and have fun! 🤗🤗🤗

My own insanity/filled out ones under the cut

HUGE HUGE HUGE FAN OF A LOT OF THE SHIPS INVOLVING THESE SCRIMBLOS!! Unfortunately, I haven’t seen too much Error around, so I don’t have too many ships with him haha (although I wanted to include him because sometimes, people consider him part of the bad sanses! Same with Cross for obvious reasons).

The second picture is essentially me showing the different mini polys I really like (the color is only to help differentiate them haha) (I didn’t wanna use the mini poly color from the first picture because it would’ve gotten way too cluttered lolol).

It should be seen/unspoken the fact that I already adore them all as one big poly (with or without error haha). They rattle in my brain so much and I love them dearly

[brain4stew]

Do you have any... general two time headcannons,, they don't even need to be romantic or anything I like hearing what people think about my favorite little freak of nature

Heheheh I love these little doodles of yours, they’re adorable.

Anyway, I’ll see what I can do with your request! 🫶

(Again, I do not know the characters exact personalities and so on, so they might, if not most likely will be OOC!!)

That being said, here are the headcanons under the cut!! ;

• We all know what this little person did. They aren’t proud of it, and neither are we.

• I have a feeling that they’re awfully anxious, skittish and tired. (Tired from having nightmares from… That day.)

• I also have a feeling that they just, watch survivors from a distance. As they don’t know how the survivors feel about them.

• Whenever THEIR (Azure) name is mentioned, they’ll probably become on edge, and can easily be aggravated. (Just leave them be for a minute of two, and they’ll be fine.)

• In rounds, they’re downright scared. They know that THEY will be a killer sooner or later, and they’re on edge every time.

• They tend to stick around Elliot, in case Elliot needs help getting away from the killer, whilst on low hp.

• Plus that Two Time likes Elliot for healing both them, and the other survivors. (Two Time always goes out of their way to find a medkit for Elliot, as they know that Elliot can’t heal himself.)

• Two Time is quite observant, when it comes to personalities, and moods. (*Cough* sometimes *cough.*)

• As we all see and know, whenever Two Time is on their second life, they become VERY vulnerable, and can get killed easily.

• Making them scared shitless. They’re even more anxious and skittish when they’re on their second life.

• If you’re a new survivor, they might open up to you quickly, or, very, VERY slowly. (They feel that you’re somewhat safe to be around.)

• Just, stay with them whenever they have a nightmare about that day, and they’ll probably cling to you, like you’re their life-line. (They end up falling asleep whilst clinging to you.)

(I have no idea what else to put in… My bad 👉👈)

[monster-noises]

I came on here to make a different post initially and I may still make that post in the tags but now the main body of this post is gunna be about how weird it is that of all the things I have come on here to Repeatedly Gripe about like some big sad lump I am regularly embarrassed and ashamed to write posts about me wanting a relationship and the troubles my mind has about it? Like it's not Less personal than me writing about any other issue I am dealing with but somehow it Feels Different and I keep shying away from it and it's really backing things up in the ol' noggin, which isn't Great

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[livltmntl]

Omg i wanna talk about this too 😩🙏🏻

As much as i hate to say It... Yes, he behaved like an asshole in the second movie. But i wouldn't say narcissist.

A part of me says that the decission he made was kinda out of fear? Like, becoming humans, going separate ways... Loosing his brothers...

Also, another thing to take into account is the fact that Leo is a dude who likes to have things under control and I think that's why he might be scared of change.

Just imagine: He's chilling, living with his brothers, taking down crime, his father finally gave them the liberty of leaving the lair, they have human friends and life seems good, he's confortable... And all of a sudden, BOOM. Purple ooze with the ability of turning them human and the posibility of loosing his brothers just becomes a reality.

Maybe i'm looking too much into It, but, i think part of his reasoning in his decission of not telling Raph and Mikey is the fact that they're both pretty impulsive. I mean-

The second Raph found out he went all out his way to get the ooze? Hello? He didn't even thought of the consequences or the risks of literally sneaking into the POLICE HEADQUARTERS. When he saw the foot take the vial with the ooze his thought wasn't "OMG WE GOTTA STOP THEM, THEY'RE GONNA CREATE MORE DANGEROUS MUTANTS" no, It was "That ooze is our only chance of being human, and it's headed towards the front door".

Although, yes, he stopped the Foot from taking the thing and they probably would've gotten away if Mikey and Raph werent there... But he also put his family at risk, he literally got them exposed.

And i totally think It was a dick move from Leo to not tell his brothers, don't get me wrong, but i also think that there was a reason behind It, and I think that might be It.

Leonardo is not a narcissist, he's a control freak and also has a huge HUGE problem when dealing with other peoples emotions. He hates when things don't go his way and gets frustrated when his brothers don't act the way that he expects them to, cause in his head he's the role model, the big brother, the leader, someone to look up to.

I think that his role as the leader puts a lot of weight onto his shoulders and so he thinks that if his brothers acted like him It'll be easier for him, hence what he said to Master Splinter "I don't know what to do *lists his brothers personalities* I can't get them all on the same page, to think with one mind".

This boy is also insecure as hell when It comes to his role. Every version of Leo is always super worried about doing things wrong, his biggest fear is failing as a leader. And I think somehow he knows he struggles when dealing with feelings and all that, this man was on the verge of TEARS when Donnie told him " You maybe know a lot of strategy but you know nothing about feelings!" On the plane scene when back to New York.

Anyway... Long ass post about the subject, i'm just genuinely OBSSESED with the bayverse turts and I never get to yap about them cause non of my friends watch Tmnt 😔

IF THERE'S SPELLING ERRORS I'M SO SORRY ABOUT IT ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE ✋🏻😭

AND I'M SORRY IF IM DOING THIS WRONG I'VE LITERALLY NEVER POSTED ON TUMBLR BEFORE 😭😭😭

So I've been thinking about the bayverse turtles lately and how everyone calls Leo a narcissist, and its got me thinking. What if they actually lend into it more. Like have a Leo that genuinely struggle to put the feelings of others into account when it comes to his decisions. Like I want a slight psychopath/sociopath Leo who cares but isn't emotionally available.

On that note I don't think that bayverse! Leo is a narcissist in the second movie. An asshole yes, but a full on narcissist no. I just think that spending 15/16 years alone with minimal outside contact would definitely have more negative affects than shown.

[king-spite]

so it seems the poppy war has become my absolute favorite series so ofc i'm losing my mind comparing every scene with my other favorite series (red queen) and making an unfathomable amount of headcanons

[7roaches]

google is it ok to talk to people google is it manipulative to want friends google is it weird to respond to ppl google

[ageofkarme]

He knew that Polaris wasn't trying to be suave or get him to blush with his honesty, but still Karme swooned. How could he not? Karme was in awe of Polaris' worldliness and charmed noble energy. He didn't know a single person like him, and he was constantly learning new things about Polaris, too. He, plain and simply, wanted to be as close to him as possible and the redness of his cheeks showed that's exactly what he was thinking in the moment.. "Passion and creativity. Our creations aren't that different at their core. I think that's special. For us."

Us, a simple yet impactful word that took the breath out of Karme's lungs the moment he spoke it. He never imagined himself as being a part of an 'us', he wasn't exactly lucky when it came to matters of the heart. Even now, with a guy who couldn't tell him lies, he had inescapable doubts, but that was the really special thing about Polaris. When he was this close and his voice vibrated just right, Karme felt invincible. "I wouldn't dream of risking the integrity of these relics with my weaves, but I wish I could go to Maferath for myself and see. I could probably unlock some secrets from one of these ancient ter'angreal myself , and then maybe that'd help you grow your collection. Then—"

That was the other thing he found particularly singular about Polaris. When the man touched him, got too close, or even met his gaze Karme found that his brain went quiet. Typically bouncing around multiple streams of thought at once, a stillness came from Polaris' attention. At first, it freaked him out a bit, but now Karme craved it. It opened space for him to focus solely on the other, take in his beauty, and appreciate his presence. And he did, his eyes darting around ever so slightly as Polaris angled his chin so that they could gaze at one another. Questions and curiosities died on his tongue, swallowed up immediately by the kiss. Soft and electric all at once, he knew what to expect now and didn't allow himself to be overwhelmed by how good it felt for Polaris to kiss him. He learned, pushing back into the kiss, his tongue unafraid to push for entry into the other's mouth. In the same way Polaris expressed wanting to eat him raw, Karme wanted his kiss to convey the hunger he felt, even going so far as to run his hand just under the collar of Polaris' shirt until it was cupping the side of his neck, inviting the elvhen's touch. 

"Consider the sentiment reciprocated." Polaris made things with his hands, forged through tedious work and the mingling of arcana what was otherwise difficult to form. Which was to say, he communicated his affections differently - but knew enough when another required a different language. "Passion, I think, is where you and I intersect. Some people go their own lives without finding it." Sad, really.

Karme joined him, pressed close, and Polaris lifted his arm to fold it around the back of Karm's shoulders - leaning forward so he could still hold the orb with one hand while maneuvering its mechanism with the other. His breath mingled with Karme's just as the stubbled line of his jaw nearly brushed the wizard's cheek.

"The how is one of the many things that was lost, I'm afraid." Polaris turned an unseen slider on the orb while gingerly rotating the top and bottom pieces. There was a click before the lid opened and a soft melody began to play from within. The quiet tinkle sputtered and ground in places, but the cadence of the elvhen lullaby was still clear. "The markets of Maferath are teeming with things pulled from the sands, most of it is useless, but with every storm some ruin is discovered - only to be buried again in with the next." Such was the curse of the three-fold land. Polaris set the music-playing orb on the table beside him, his attention fixed on Karme as the hand previously holding the orb brushed lightly against the witch's chin.

For the final time of the evening, Polaris drew a comparison between Karme and Craxus, the depth of their eyes, the lines of their jaw, their patterns of speech. It wasn't fair, but it was made simpler by the fact that the two could scarcely be any different. Polaris leaned in, closing the gap between their lips again - in small part to save himself from having to explain how he knew about this figure that never made it into any history book, but mainly because he wanted to. Wanted to taste the other, feel Karme against the tarmac of his tongue, and feel his body pressed against his own.

The dragon, if nothing else, was passionate.

[lycankeyy]

Gonna go to bed but my Final Message. I do think abt cyborg!bf in the rgbfverse a lot (lets call him Cyber in this context) and honestly it would be hard to write anything until I 100% iron out his Deal but the idea of him latching onto YS as a big brother figure makes me. Very happy. For both of them LMAO

[mwolf0epsilon]

I like to think Alpha-17 has gained a sort of Boogeyman status among the CT cadets.

Think about it: He's an alpha class clone, known for his no-nonsense pragmatism and cantankerous disposition (even when talking to the Jedi!). He only trains very select elite types of clones such as commanders and ARCs, and some say he can even beat five Nulls in a fight all on his own (despite having been severely injured in the past!).

That has got to earn you both admiration from your smaller brothers, and also a little of bedtime terror fright. Because Alpha-17 would have no qualms taking any of them out early if they were a proven liability to the cause (he was willing to blow up the hatcheries if it meant the Seppies wouldn't get their hands on the Tubies and Jango's DNA, this man is not fucking around).

How many versions of "Don't go out after curfew or Big Bad Alpha-17 will get you" stories do you think there are? And do you think he'd be aware of his infamy among the cadets?