#as of right now in the campaign he's covering up most of his skin so I can't really draw the innards often but

[anglerflsh]

someday I'll have the patience to sort out how exactly the inner gears look

[harringtonstilinski]

...Ready For It? (Eddie's Version) - Eddie Munson (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 8,372 Warnings: fluff, shy/innocent/virgin!henderson!reader, multiple uses of the word chuckle Requested: no | yes; i hope it meets your expectations, @fandom-princess-forevermore!! Smut: no | yes; protected p in v, oral (f receiving), virginity loss, A/N: Hi, friends! Just like with my first Steve fic (what seems like forever ago), my first Eddie Munson fic is a smut piece!! Even though Eddie's still in high school when this is based, he and reader are roughly the same age; around their early 20s. Vecna isn't in this because fuck that piece of shit, lol. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Eddie fucking Munson. The boy you’ve had your eye on since you first noticed him in the library during study hall your freshman year. Now that Dustin, your little brother, is in Hellfire Club with him, your crush on him grew.

You were currently with Dustin and the Hellfire Club at their latest meeting, sitting in the corner of the room with a book in hand, minding your own business as you read the words on the pages, but as Eddie’s voice rang out, you looked up at him through your lashes, watching him speak to the group.

“The hooded cultists chant, hail Lord Vecna. Hail Lord Vecna,” he said. “They turn to you, remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize, his skin shriveled, desiccated. And something else. He is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!” He covered his left eye with right hand, his left arm behind his back.

The group exclaimed their protests as you looked on, confused. You never sat in on the campaigns, but Dustin had begged you to and said that you could bring your books to read, so you caved. 

You and Eddie locked eyes for a moment, a small smirk on his lips as he watched your cheeks flush the smallest amount before you cast your eyes back down to the pages of your book.

“Vecna’s dead!” Jeff exclaimed.

“He was killed by Kas,” Mike added.

“So it was thought, my friends,” Eddie said. “So it was thought.” Grabbing a playing piece, he stood up a little straighter and said, “But Vecna lives.” He placed the playing piece where he needed to on the board.

You looked up again as his voice captured your attention once more as he said, “You are scared. You’re tired. You are injured. Do you flee Vecna and his cultists, or do you stand your ground and fight?” After a few seconds of silence, he added, “Come on.”

Dustin looked back at you with pleading eyes, but you shrugged your shoulders, looking back at your book when your brother turned back around to face the group, silent for a moment as he thought before he spoke up saying, “I say we fight.”

Deciding to speak up, you quietly said, “To the death,” while keeping your eyes on your book.

“To the death,” Dustin and Mike agreed.

“To the death,” Erica added, the entire group looking back at you as they chanted, “To the death!” 

Eddie, however, just looked at you with that smile of his as you shyly smiled and sunk more in the chair you were occupying, going back to your book. His laughter caused you to sneak a glance at him once more, that shy smile coming back to your features.

He sat back down, his smile bigger than ever as the group continued to chant, your brother yelling it out. A chuckle sounded from you as you went back to your book. 

Dice and gaming pieces hitting the board, protests and happy exclaims sounded as you flipped through the pages, immersed in the story you were reading about two lovers. You hadn’t realized that you were biting your bottom lip from the steamy scene you were reading when you looked at the Dungeon Master over the edge of your book as he laughed at something to do with the game.

“Time out! Time out!” Doug exclaimed before he, Gareth, Mike, Dustin, Erica, and Jeff gathered into a huddle to talk out what to do within the game. You couldn’t help but overhear their conversation.

“Guys, I hate to say, but we have got to flee,” Gareth said.

“I conquer,” Doug said.

“Did we just agree with Y/N to the death?” Erica asked.

“That wasn’t literal,” Gareth replied.

Jeff spoke up next, adding, “Vecna just decimated us. We can’t kill him with two players.”

“You too?” Dustin asked. “He has 15 hit points left. Don’t be pussies.”

“Dustin!” you chastised.

“Pussies?” Gareth said.

“Gareth!” you chastised… again.

He looked at you, saying, “Really?” before turning back to the group, saying, “ ‘Cause we’re not delusional.”

“Delusional?” Erica said. “How about not cowards?”

You jumped as Eddie’s voice rang through your ears as he said, “Hey!” He looked at you as he was sitting on the balls of his feet in the chair, an apologetic look on his face before he turned to the group, saying, “If I may interrupt, gentlemen, Lady Applejack.” He moved to sit down with the group turning to look at him as he said, “Whilst I respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the Great’s concern to heart. There is no shame in running. Don’t try to be heroes. Not today, ‘kay?” 

He smiled and you felt something deep in your core as you looked at him, your bottom lip back between your teeth. You were thanking the Gods above that he couldn’t see the motion through your book.

Dustin held up a finger, saying, “One sec,” before turning back towards the group. “What do you think, Mike?”

“How many hit points do you and Applejack have left?” the Wheeler boy asked.

“Twelve,” Dustin and Erica replied.

“It’s risky as hell. But you’re the ones on the battlefield. So it’s your call.”

“What do you say, Lady Applejack?” Dustin asked.

“You really gotta ask?” Erica replied.

After a couple of seconds, Dustin said, “Screw it,” and the group turned back to Eddie, your brother saying, “Let’s kill the son of a bitch.”

As they stepped closer to the table, Jeff said, “The chances of success are 20-to-1.”

Holding a finger in the air, Dustin said, “Never tell me the odds,” to which you giggled at, your eyes never having left the words in front of you. “Give me the D20.” Dustin held his hand out, which caused you to look back up from the pages as Eddie smiled again and threw the die at your brother.

Dustin rolled the die and released it onto the board. You watched as Eddie stood to watch the die before saying with two headbangs, “That’s. A,” before shaking his head while saying, “Miss!”

“No!” came from everyone but Dustin, who exclaimed, “Shit! Shit!”

Laughing again, you pressed your forehead into the middle of your book, looking back up at the group as Dustin and Erica switched places. The youngest Sinclair rolled the die in her hands with Gareth and Dustin exclaiming a “please” and “come on” before tossing it onto the board, everyone watching with anticipation.

“Crit hit!” Erica shouted, the six of them jumping happily at their win.

Eddie stood up straight, saying, “What? What?” before clapping his hands once and bending over, a happy look on his face as he looked over towards you as he added, “That’s why we play.”

You didn’t know that was looking at you, you were too immersed in your book again to see or hear anything that was going on. What you also didn’t notice was the fact that you were lowering your book as you continued to read, your lip still in between your teeth as the characters in your book were getting it on.

As they started to pack up, you couldn’t help but picture yourself doing these steamy scenes with Eddie. Yes, you’d develop a little crush on him since you’d been bringing Dustin to Hellfire. He’d also dropped Dustin off at home sometimes, talking with your mom in the living room. He’s even been over for dinner a few times!

Those nights he’d stay to hang out after dinner, you’d be curled up on the couch next to him with a book, a decent amount of space in between the two of you to not make things awkward.

Eddie kept stealing glances at you that night, a crush of his own developing that night. When he kept smiling at himself while looking at you, he couldn’t help but think of having you leaning against him, a book in your hand as you read to him.

He also couldn’t help but think of all of the ways he could pleasure you, like the characters in your books. Once or twice, he’d sneak a glance at your pages, seeing what you were so immersed in. Eddie always knew that when you read those scenes, your lip would go in between your teeth. He always wondered what scenario you pictured or who you pictured while you read.

Eddie was brought from his thoughts when Dustin called your name, saying with a smile that it was time for you to go home. You put your bookmark in your book to keep your place before standing from the chair, your shirt having risen a little bit.

Eddie couldn’t help but look at the small bit of your exposed skin, a tingling sensation happening below his belt. Shaking his head from his thoughts, he took a deep breath and released it, grabbing his D&D book to shut it just as you were looking over at him.

You watched him for a second before saying to Dustin that you’d be at the car in a moment before he nodded and walked off with his friends, happy about the events that occurred during the game.

Walking to Eddie, you placed your hand on the table as his back was turned, picking up one of the pieces of the game. “What is this?” you asked, quietly. 

Even though he knew you were there, he still jumped as he turned to look at you. Placing a hand on his heart and the other on the table, he took in a deep breath as you lightly chuckled.

“Sorry,” you said.

Shaking his head, he said, “No, it’s fine.” He sighed, loudly, which made you chuckle again before he stood up straighter, looking at the piece in your hand. “That, uhm…” he started, bringing his hand to rub at his chin. A nervous tick you noticed he had. “That’s Vecna.”

You looked at the playing piece, an eyebrow cocked. “The… thing they were fighting tonight?”

He chuckled and crossed his arms. “Yeah. The thing they were fighting.” Looking at you, Eddie couldn’t help but smile the tiniest bit at you as you handed him the piece. 

“Uhm,” you started, feeling a small spark run through your hand as Eddie’s fingers grazed yours. “I-I think Dustin was going to see if you all could come and hang out at the house for a little while since it’s Spring Break now.”

“Y/N/N! Eddie!” Dustin called.

“Speak of the little devil,” you and Eddie said in unison. You looked at each other and started laughing. 

Ignoring the two of you, Dustin rolled his eyes and asked, “Hey, Eddie, did you want to come to the house and hang out for a little while? You could work on a new campaign!” You watched as his eyes lit up with that suggestion.

Sighing, Eddie scratched at his cheek, feigning thought as Dustin practically begged him to say yes, a chuckle coming from the other male with a nod. Your little brother almost jumped in excitement at his friend’s answer. 

After he had packed everything up, Eddie walked with you down the hallway, attempting to make small talk. “You’re not gonna, like, hide away in your room all night, are you?”

“Uhm,” you stuttered. “I-I’m not sure. You guys coming over is more for Dustin than anything.”

Eddie stopped walking as soon as the two of you made it outside, gently grabbing your elbow to make you stop and face him. He tucked a piece of loose hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. Shaking his head, he said, “You don’t have to be shy around us. Especially me.”

You felt your breath hitch a little as he took a step closer to you, your head tilting back to look at him. As you looked into his eyes, you couldn’t help but want to kiss him, and you almost did until Dustin’s voice called for you, your head snapping his direction.

With a sigh, you pulled away from Eddie, looking at him shyly before starting the walk to your car. “I guess I’ll see you at my house?”

Nodding, Eddie replied with a yeah before scratching at the back of his neck. He couldn’t help but feel a little jealous when you saw Steve walking to his own car before you ran up to him, giving him a hug.

“How’s my favorite bookworm?” Steve asked, setting you back on the ground.

“I’m good, a little tired. How was the game?” you asked.

“It was awesome. We won!”

“What?!” you squealed, excitedly. With your hands on his shoulders, you jumped a little, saying, “That’s amazing!”

“Yeah, Lucas made the winning shot,” Steve smiled, holding your waist. 

You looked around for the oldest Sinclair with a big smile on your face. “I need to go congratulate him!” Looking back at Steve, you hugged him again, bidding him a good night before you found Lucas, running to him and giving him a hug.

Lucas welcomed it, his eyes locking with Eddie’s, a knowing look on both of their faces. When the two of you pulled back, you wrapped your arm around his shoulders, walking to your car with him. You always took him from Hellfire, so taking him home from the game shouldn’t feel any different, but he kindly declined, saying that he was going to the after party at Benny’s.

You told him to be safe before making your way to your car, getting into the front seat of the car but not before looking at Eddie with a small smile. Once you were on the road, you could feel three pairs of eyes on you. Jeff and Gareth in the backseat while your brother occupied the front. 

“You and Eddie almost kissed,” Dustin said, a smile on his face.

“What?” you chuckled. “No we didn’t.”

“Well, if that’s not almost kissing,” Gareth said.

“Then the stolen looks all night were just stolen looks then,” Jeff added.

You looked at them in the rearview mirror before looking at your brother, shaking your head. “Whatever, losers.” When you looked in your side mirror, you saw headlights gaining up on you, a small smile coming over your features as they slowed down. You could faintly hear a guitar solo sounding from Eddie’s van. 

A laugh came out from you as he stuck his hand out of his window, making the rock on symbol. The boys laughed along with you as you put your eyes back on the road. As the boys were talking about the night and what they plan on doing while hanging out in either Dustin’s room or the living room, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.

Not being able to stop yourself from letting your mind go there, you thought about your book and what the characters were doing. All the sex you had read about, the thoughts that ran through your mind about you and Eddie doing those things. 

You’d never have sex before; yes, you were a virgin. You were also shy; not wanting to change in front of anyone in the locker room when you were in school. When you were home alone, you wouldn’t even run across the hall to your bedroom to get dressed after your shower. And you were innocent, but not as innocent as some people might think. Since your books had a lot of sex in them, you knew about certain positions… but that’s all you really knew about. You’ve heard girls talk about giving a blowjob, but didn’t stick around enough to listen to their explanations.

Pulling into your driveway, you were pulled out of your thoughts as the boys cheered at the fact that your mom bought more chips the other day at the store. You made a mental note to pick more up when you went within the next couple of days.

After you had walked into the house, you did exactly what Eddie asked you about at the school. You went to hide in your room. Once you had your favorite record on, you took off the jacket you were wearing to drape over your vanity chair. 

Before you could get sucked back into your own little bookworld, your landline rang, a groan coming from your throat, which was the wrong time for Eddie to walk up to your door, his cock twitching a little at the sound, his mind immediately going into the gutter.

Picking up your phone, you said into the mouthpiece, “I swear to all that is good in this world, Steven-”

“It’s Max.”

“Oh,” you sighed. “Sorry, what’s up?”

“I need to you come by.”

Sitting up, concern started to flow through you as Dustin yelled your name before opening your door as you replied back to Max. “What happened?”

She sighed before she replied, “Mom went on a bender again. She ended up calling from some rando’s house.”

Before she even finished her statement, you were up and putting your shoes and jacket back on. “Don’t say another word. I’m on my way.” After she gave you her thanks, you hung up the phone, and turned around to walk out of your room but stopped once you saw the Hellfire Club looking at you with confused looks, concerned looks… worry.

You chuckled and shook your head. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t Steve.” Hearing a breath of relief, you looked up, locking eyes with Dustin. “Oh, don’t act like you wouldn’t leave the house to come with me if it was him.”

“Then who was it?” Dustin asked.

Looking at each boy before stopping on Eddie’s eyes, you sighed. “It was Max. Her mom went out and didn’t come home. She wants me to go over.” You grabbed your book before walking towards your door, placing your hand on Dustin’s shoulder. “I’ll be back later.” Looking at each boy again, you gave a stern look to each of them as you said, “Don’t. Go. Into. My. Room. Period.”

Eddie chuckled, gaining your attention. “I won’t go in because I’m taking you to Max’s.”

Now it was your turn to give him a confused look. “What are you talking about? You’re staying here to hang out with Dustin and your friends.”

“No, I’m taking you to Max’s house. I live across the way from her. I don’t mind.”

“Eddie,” you softly said, tilting your head towards your shoulder. 

“No, really. I don’t mind. Besides, if you're coming back then I have to come back.”

You sighed, giving in. “Okay. Let’s go then.” 

The boys parted like the Red Sea as you walked out of your room, Dustin shutting the door behind everyone. 

“Oh, Y/N/N,” your mom said. “Where are you going?”

Scratching between Tews’ ears, you answered your mom. “Going to check in on Max. She said her mom went out.” You only told your mom what information you wanted. “Eddie’s gonna take me over there, but I should be back later.”

“Okay, honey. Just be careful.”

“I will, Mom.” With that, you and Eddie walked out of your house after he bid your mom a good night. 

Once the two of you made it to his van, he opened the door for you, holding his hand out of you to take. “M’lady.”

You chuckled, taking his hand in yours before getting into the seat, giving your thanks. Knowing Eddie, you knew he probably didn’t turn his music down before he got out, so you leaned over the middle console, turning the volume dial to the left, knowing it had turned down a little.

When he got in, he put the key into the ignition and turned the key to crank the engine. He was already prepared to apologize, the words on his tongue, but he was cut off when the sound didn’t come through the speakers, his eyes on the radio.

You laughed out loud at his reaction, covering your mouth as you did. “I turned it down when you closed the door.”

“Without it being on?” he asked, incredulously.

Nodding, you smiled. “I do it all the time in my mom’s car after Dustin’s been in it. I think you’re influencing him a little with the loud music.”

While you were explaining all that, Eddie had backed out of your driveway, driving towards Forest Hills, the trailer park he and Max lived in. “I hope it’s a good kind of influence.”

You chuckled, looking down at the cover of your book. “Well, considering I also listen to metal music, I would say it’s a good influence.”

Eddie’s heart and cock swelled at hearing you say that. He knew that you listened to all the popular music on the radio, having heard and seen you jam out to Madonna a few good times. 

The both of you were comfortable in the silence that had surrounded you. Eddie didn’t want to ruin it, but his next words slipped out before he could stop them. “I’m glad you came tonight. I didn’t think you’d stay.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” you say, honestly. “I was just gonna drop him off and have him catch a ride home from Steve, but he practically begged me to stay, so… there I sat all night. Nose stuck in this book.” You chuckled breathily, slightly holding up your book.

“What’s it about?” Eddie asked.

You looked at him with wide eyes. “My-my book?”

Keeping his eyes on the dark road, he nodded. “Yeah. I wanna know what has captured your attention.”

Taking a deep breath, you sunk a little lower into the seat, the action not going unnoticed by Eddie.

“You don't have to tell me. You can tell me to fuck off, for all I care.”

“I would never do that.” You were quiet for a moment before you quietly added, “I’m not a mean person.”

“Am I?”

You looked at him and sat up straighter. “What, mean?”

“Yeah.”

“No.”

He sighed. “People like to think I’m mean and scary.”

“All because you play D&D?” you asked, an eyebrow cocked.

Stealing a glance your way, Eddie nodded his head, saying, “Yeah.”

That angered you. Eddie was one of the sweetest people you’ve had the pleasure of knowing. So, for people to call him scary and mean was downright… well, mean! You decided to voice your opinion on the matter. “Well… they’re just mean! And can fuck right off!”

Surprise flew Eddie at hearing you cuss. He smiled, and once again, his cock twitched in his pants, a bulge starting to appear, and he was thanking all the higher powers above that you couldn’t see it.

The two of you made small talk as he drove to his trailer, the sound of your laughter something that he was loving to hear from you. He wanted to hear it for the rest of his life. Once he parked in front of his trailer and got out, he walked over to your side, helping you out the same way he helped you in.

You walked over to Max’s house, knocking on the door. As you waited for the redhead to open the door, you looked back over at Eddie’s, seeing that he was standing on the small slab of concrete at his front door. Giving him a small smile, you looked back to Max’s door as it opened, the teenager looking at you with relief in her eyes.

She grabbed your arm and dragged you inside, shutting the door behind you. With her hands on your shoulders, she looked you deep in your eyes asking, “Two things. One; why are you with Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson? Two; I need relationship advice.”

“Okay, one; he’s not a freak. You’re reading way into what the popular kids are saying. Two; I thought you and Lucas were broken up?”

“We are,” she answered, completely disregarding the fact that you just defended Eddie. “But, a part of me still loves him. Like, I can’t stop thinking about him. I want to be with him, but at the same time I don’t want to be with him. I’m still fucked up from Billy’s death. Like - do you see my dilemma here?”

You chuckled, sitting down on the couch, placing your book on your lap. “Max, listen. If you still love Lucas and want to be with him, but you’re not totally sure if you want to be with him, just continue this little break you’re on. Hang out with him as friends first, and if your feelings are still there, then just talk to him about it. You can’t keep being radio silent on him forever. He’ll eventually move on if you do.”

She sat next to you as you spoke, thinking your words over. “Would you be mad if I said I called him right after you, and asked him to come over?”

“Why the fuck would I be mad?”

“Eddie know you have a mouth on you?” she asked, a playful smile on her lips.

You started to stutter over your words, not sure how she knows about your crush. Sighing, you said, “Fucking hell, Dustin.”

“Can’t keep his mouth closed for shit,” she chuckled.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

Looking over at Max, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh, her own joining yours. A knock interrupted your moment with the girl that was like a little sister to you, as well as El. Standing, you placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her an encouraging smile and gentle squeeze. “Just talk to him.”

She nodded her head as another knock sounded, which caused you to sigh. “Alright, Sinclair. I’m coming.” Opening the door, you were met with a very confused Lucas. “I thought you were at Benny’s?”

He shook his head, pointing towards Max. “She called. Said she wanted to hang out.”

“Awwww,” you happily whined, putting a hand on your chest. “You ditched your asshole friends to hang out with your ex-girlfriend? Lucas Charles Sinclair-”

Holding his hands up, he scrunched his face and said, “Please don’t full name me. It sounds weird, and makes me feel like I’m in trouble.”

Chuckling, you walked by Lucas, squeezing his upper arm. “Talk. And listen.”

He nodded as you walked down the steps that led up to Max’s trailer. Looking straight ahead, you sighed as you looked at Eddie’s trailer, deciding to walk over and knock on his door. You had to take a step down as you heard his footsteps. 

Opening the door, he smiled and held his arms out as if saying welcome. You chuckled and stepped into his trailer, turning to look towards Max’s, seeing her and Lucas watching you. Sticking your tongue out to them, you closed the door and turned to face Eddie.

He was standing in the middle of his living room, an amused smile on his face.

“What?” you asked, holding your book to your chest.

“Really? Sticking your tongue out? At two teenagers?”

“I’ve known them since they were pre-teens, it’s fine.” You waved him off and looked around, smiling a little to yourself. “I know this is probably a stupid ass question, but do you live here alone?”

Eddie chuckled, looking down. “No. I live here with my uncle. He’s working nights again.”

You nodded your head, looking around.

“I know it’s not fancy or anything–”

“It’s nice,” you whispered. You looked at him and he at you. It was like there was a magnet between the two of you, pulling you to each other. Nothing happened yet between the two of you, but you were both panting from anticipation. His hands on your face, yours on his waist.

“I just have two questions,” Eddie whispered. “Have you had your first kiss yet? Has anyone made you feel good?”

“Yes to the first,” you replied, breath hitting Eddie’s face. “No to the second.”

He pulled back a little. “You’re a virgin?”

You nodded, looking at him. “No one ever felt right.”

“And I do?”

“The rightest.”

He chuckled, resting his forehead on yours. “I don’t think that’s a word, babe.”

Closing your eyes, you smiled. “It is. Now, kiss me.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. As soon as his lips met yours, you were a goner. Arms snaking up his body to wrap around his neck while his slid down your body to wrap his arms around your waist before squatting ever so slightly to place his hands on the backs of your hips, you already knowing to jump.

Wrapping your legs around his middle, he turned and walked the two of you into his bedroom, your lips working in tandem with his steps on his neck. 

Eddie groaned as he placed your back on his mattress, your lips never stopping their assault as he breathed out, “Fuck, baby.”

It was your turn to groan as the telephone rang, Eddie’s forehead meeting your shoulder. “I should just ignore it,” he said.

“Yeah, maybe,” you breathed. You went to kiss him again when the phone rang again. 

He sighed. “I’ll be right back.” Looking at you, he smiled. “Don’t go anywhere.” Lifting himself from you, he walked out of his bedroom, giving you a chance to look around as you sat up on your elbows.

“Y/N/N,” Eddie said, walking back into his room. “It’s for you, too.”

You got up from his bed, confused before you walked over to where his phone was, picking it up from where Eddie had placed it. “Hello?” you sighed as you felt Eddie’s chest on your back, the neckline of your shirt being pulled from where it sat on your skin, Eddie’s lips meeting the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

“Cast protection!” Dustin exclaimed from the other end of the line.

“Wh-what?”

“Jesus, Y/N/N. Cast protection!”

Eddie started sucking where his lips were, a sigh falling from your lips. “Fuck off, Dustin,” you said before hanging up. Bringing your hand to rest on the back of Eddie’s head, you gasped as you felt his teeth sink into your skin. “Eddie!”

“Yes, princess?”

“Do more, please. Wait, what did you just call me?” You turned to face him, an amused smirk on his face. 

“I called you princess.”

“No one has ever called me that before. Where did-” Your words got stuck in your throat as your eyes widened. “You read my books.”

“Only the good parts.” Putting your face in your hands, you groaned, embarrassed. “Oh, my god. I’m mortified.”

He chuckled. “Don’t be.” He rubbed his hands up and down your arms. “Did you know you bite your lip when you read those steamy” - Kiss to the top of your head. “Hot-” Hands on your face to lift your head up. “Erotic-” Kiss to your forehead. “Smutty-” Kiss to your cheek. “Fucking scenes?”

Without another word, you wrapped your arms around his neck again, crashing your lips to his in a heated, passionate kiss. Eddie turned you both around to walk you backwards into his room, where your back met the mattress again after your shirt was stripped from your body.

Before he was able to crawl over you, you wrapped your hands on the hem of his shirt, lifting it to reveal his bare torso and tattoos to you. One of a spider and the other of a skullish looking head with red eyes and tongue, hair looking like it was blowing in the wind. You traced your fingers over the permanent ink. 

“You like ‘em?” Eddie asked, watching your eyes. When you nodded, he cupped your cheek with his left hand, your eyes landing back on his. “I have three more.”

“Really?” you breathed.

He smiled, softly, sitting on his knees in between your legs to guide you to sit up. “Right arm.”

You looked at his right forearm, seeing a demonized marionette doll connected by strings to what looked like a clawed hand. “Looks like a witch’s hand,” you whispered. Flipping his arm over, you smiled a little at seeing the bats you always saw. “Bats.”

Eddie twisted his arm a little to give you a view of his tricep. 

Confused, you asked. “What’s this one?”

“It’s a wyvern,” he said. “It’s a dragon with two legs. Part of D&D.”

Your smile returned as you look at him. “It suits you.” 

“Thanks, princess.” He kissed you, softly this time as he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. Feeling the material go slack against your chest, you pressed your arms to the cups, keeping the material in place. 

Eddie noticed your hesitation, bringing his hand back to cup your cheek. “Hey, look at me.” Once your eyes met his, he shook his head, his hair moving with the motion. “Please don’t hide from me. You have nothing to hide. No reason to be shy.”

“But you’re the fir-” You stopped yourself, your shyness peaking through.

“I’m the first to see your tits?” He was so quiet as he spoke, your head nodding ever so slightly. 

“Comes with being a virgin, I guess.”

“Then we’ll take things slow,” he said, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. 

All you saw in his eyes was honesty and respect when you looked into those chocolate orbs you were quickly falling in love with. “Thank you,” you smiled as you added, “Dungeon Master.”

Eddie laughed, hanging his head for a moment. That gave you the opportunity to let out a quiet breath and release your arms from your breasts, your bra falling into your lap. Once Eddie saw the material, he slowly looked up at you, his eyes on your chest for a moment. 

When he looked at you, he slowly laid you down onto your back, bringing his hand down from your cheek to your breast.

Your breath hitched as you watched him place a kiss on your areola. Closing your eyes to savor the moment, you drew out a gasp with your back arching a little as Eddie’s lips wrapped around your nipple, lightly sucking and licking the hardening bud.

“You like that, baby?” he asked, taking the bud back into his mouth.

“Y-yes,” you stuttered. You could feel your core reacting to his tongue and lips. “Please keep going.”

Eddie snickered, pressing kisses to your breasts as he switched, taking your left bud into his mouth to give the same attention he gave to the right. 

“Fuck, your mouth is amazing,” you sighed.

He released your bud with a soft pop, bringing his face back up to yours, his hair falling on either side of his face to create a curtain or veil around the two of you, blocking out the world around you, even though it’s just the two of you in the trailer. “You haven’t felt what it can do yet,” he smirked.

You giggled as you watched him kiss down the valley of your breasts and stomach, stopping when he reached the top of your jeans, looking up at you as he unbuttoned and unzipped them, sitting up on his knees. This time, you saw his erection straining against his jeans. “Happy to see me, Eddie, or do you have a really big joint in your pocket?”

“Oh, little Eddie is very happy to see you, baby.”

Laughing, you lifted your hips off the mattress so that he could take your jeans and panties off in one fell swoop. Your nerves set in again, and Eddie could tell that you wanted to close your legs, so he quickly but gently put his hands on your knees to keep them from moving.

“Remember what I said, baby? You don’t have a reason to hide or be shy.”

His words put your nerves at ease as you released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding as he spread your knees apart, his eyes downcast to your glistening core. “Shit, baby,” he murmured as you scooted up the bed to give him room to lay down. Once your head hit his pillow, you tilted your head to get a good look at him. “All that for me?” 

Nodding your head, you took a deep breath as he laid on his mattress, arms wrapping under your thighs, his rings digging deliciously into your skin. 

“Fuck me,” he whispered, kissing the inside of your left thigh. When he kissed your right, his eyes locked on yours as he turned his face towards where you wanted him most. “You ready, baby?”

Releasing a shaky breath, you nodded. “Yes.”

Looking down at your pussy, he pressed a light kiss to your clit, a small gasp sounding from you before you released a breathy chuckle. Once, twice, three more times he kissed your clit before lightly licking a stripe up from your entrance back to your clit.

“Oh, my god,” you moaned, hands gripping the sheets. 

“Think you can handle it a little rougher?” he asked before kitten licking your clit again.

“Y-yes, Eddie, fuck,” you breathed. You thought you heard him growl before sucked your clit in his mouth, licking it like it was an ice cream cone on a hot as shit summer day. “Oh, my god!” you moaned, loudly. 

He released your clit, continuing his licks as he circled your entrance with one of his fingers. “Have you ever fingered yourself?” he asked, sucking on your clit again. 

When you looked down at him, you grabbed the sides of his hair, pulling it away from your body, holding it in place at the crown of his head. He looked at you as you took one of your hands away, nodding. “Yes. You can… f-finger me, Eddie.”

Since you had a light hold on his hair to keep it out of his face, he was able to turn his head to the side to kiss the inside of your thigh as he inserted a finger in your dripping cunt. “How many?” he asked.

“Two,” you whined as he pumped his finger in and out of you. “Sometimes three. Just depends.”

“Think I’ll stick with two for now,” he said, rising to rest on his hand that was now flat against the mattress. He pumped his fingers in and out of you at almost too fast pace for you, but at the sight of slight discomfort on your face, he slowed his pace to a more perfect one; not too fast, not too slow… just right. “You like that, baby? That the right pace for you?”

You nodded, running your fingers through his hair that was dangling over his shoulder. “S’good!” Placing a hand on his neck, you brought his face closer to yours, pressing your lips on his after his hand moved from beside your waist to beside your head to better balance himself. You all but squealed when you felt his thumb on your clit, your release coming on fast. “Please don’t stop, You breathed. “I’m so close, Eddie. S’close.”

“You gonna cum all over my fingers, baby? Do it. Cum for me.” Eddie bent down the small distance to your breast, taking your nipple back into his mouth to help your release come a little fast.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you breathed, putting your hand on his forearm, lightly squeezing. “I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop.” You took a deep breath, releasing it as you exclaimed his name. “E-Eddie!” 

“That’s it, baby,” Eddie cooed, watching as he slowed his hand to a slower pace to help ride out your high. Once he was sure you were calm, he released his fingers from your core, placing them in his mouth to lick himself clean. “Damn, you taste incredible.”

You immediately kissed his mouth, tongues tangling together as you tasted yourself on him. “Fuck, I do.”

“You’re dirty,” he chuckled. “I like it.”

“I’ll cum in your mouth next time,” you smiled.

“There’s gonna be a next time?” 

“Well, I hope so!”

He was quiet for a moment before you squealed as he all but rolled on top of you, careful not to dead weight you. “Damn, I’m a lucky Munson.”

“You’ll be even more lucky if you stuck your cock in me,” you smiled. Placing your hands on the waistband of his pants, you repeated his earlier motions in taking off your jeans and panties. “Jeans and boxers off.” Flashing him your pearly whites had him laughing lightly, getting off the bed to take off his jeans and boxers and to retrieve a condom. 

You moaned as you watch him pump himself a few times before opening the foil packet to grab the latex out to roll it onto his hardened cock. “Fuck, Eddie, that’s hot.”

He settled himself between your legs again, the both of you getting into a somewhat comfortable position. Gathering your wetness that was still leaking out of you, Eddie lined himself up to your entrance before looking up at you. “Before I slide in, I’ve gotta ask; are you absolutely sure about this?”

Without missing a beat, you said, “Yes,” while cupping his cheeks. 

He nodded, looking down once more before his eyes came back to yours. “Ready for it?”

Nodding, you took a deep breath, feeling the sting of Eddie’s cock entering for the very first time. You held your breath as you tapped his shoulders, Eddie stopping all movements.

“Breathe,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. 

“What’s in?” you whispered back.

“Just the head.”

“Fuck, it’s huge.”

Eddie looked at you, feeling bad that you were in pain before he tried pushing himself in a little more, watching as a tear leaked from the corner of your eye and down to your ear. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. Kissing the corner of your eye, he took a deep breath of his own. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you breathed. “Try some more.”

He carefully and slowly pushed into you more, a shaky breath coming from your lips. “I’m s-”

“If you say you’re sorry one more goddamn time, Edward, I will have you pull out and I’ll be known as the half-virgin Henderson.”

He chuckled as you turned your head to look at him. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Kiss me.”

Not missing a beat, Eddie placed his lips on yours as your hands went to his waist and pulled, his cock pushing into you more until he was fully sheathed. 

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned. “You feel incredible. So fucking tight.”

“You did it, Eddie,” you whispered. He looked at you as you smiled. “You took my virginity.”

“You’re happy?”

Nodding, you sniffled lightly, bringing your hands from where they had fallen onto his shoulders back to cup his cheeks. “Because it’s you who took it. I wouldn’t have wanted it to be anyone else.”

“Not even Harrington?”

“Steve?” You giggled. “Steve is just a friend. A really good friend. Since I met you, I’ve wanted you to be the one. And now look! We’re connected.”

With a cock brow, he lifted up a little. “Are you quoting your book?”

Looking around at the ceiling in thought, you thought about the words you’d read just almost an hour ago. “Oh, fuck!” Realization hit you like a bus. “Fuck. Ignore that. Come here.” You brought his lips back to yours, a heated kiss shared between you two. “Please move. I’m good now. Just needed time to adjust.” Your words were pretty much cut off as Eddie pulled his hips back and slowly pushed them forward. 

He did this a few times before you asked him to move a little faster. A light sheen of sweat started to coat your bodies as he moved faster and faster until he was slamming his hips against yours at the perfect pace.

When you announced that your release was coming again, his fingers met your clit, rubbing in circles until you were chanting his name like a prayer. “Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!”

“That’s it, baby, cum for me again. I’m so close.”

Three more thrusts is all it took for the dam to break within you again, your second orgasm of the night hitting, your walls fluttering and tightening around Eddie’s cock, sending his own release into the condom. 

Once you both were calmed down, he gently pulled out, a hiss coming from him while an almost pained groan sounded from you. He kissed all over your core as an apology before saying it, dipping out of the room with a smile on his face as one of his pillows was thrown at his face by you.

When Eddie came into his room, he had a warm cloth in his hand, ready to help clean you up. “This is called–”

“Aftercare,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I may have been a virgin, but I wasn’t stupid. I’m still not!”

He chuckled before reaching down to grab his Hellfire shirt to hand to you, as well helping slide your panties back up your legs to sit comfortably on your waist. Once he had his boxers on, he laid in the bed beside you, bringing you to cuddle against his side.

It was silent between the two of you as you both laid there, thinking about the events that just transpired. With a smile on your face, you tilted your head back on his shoulder, bringing your arm to rest on his chest to play with his guitar pick necklace. 

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what?” he asked, fingers lightly running up and down your arm.

“Giving me the best night of my life.”

He looked down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re welcome, m’lady.”

For some reason, that pet name had you jolting upright in his bed, the word, “Shit,” escaping your mouth. Jumping from the bed, you grabbed your bra and put it on before finding your jeans and putting those on. Without a word, you tossed Eddie his clothes and a random shirt you found on the floor. “Get dressed.”

“Why?”

Stopping your movements, you looked at him as he put his jeans back on. “You have to take me back home. Remember? I told Dustin and my mom I’d be back!”

That seemed to get his ass into gear because within the next few seconds, he had written a note to his Uncle Wayne and was out the door and driving down the road to your house in a comfortable silence.

What made you smile was the fact that Eddie’s hand never left your thigh, his thumb rubbing back and forth, even with your fingers laced with his. It put a smile on your face that you never wanted to leave.

Once he parked in your driveway, you didn’t move. When he tried to remove his hand from your thigh, you tightened your grip on his hand. He looked at you, the smallest of worry laced in his eyes.

“We should talk,” you said, a small smile on your face. “About us. Like, what we are.”

Eddie leaned closer to you, his head tilted a little in your direction. “Well, how about I call you my girlfriend, you call me your boyfriend, and we’ll call it even?”

Giggling, you looked dead in his eyes, your smile never faltering as you replied, “I like the sound of that.”

Walking into your house, the Club met you in the living room, a smile on their faces, cheers all around as they noticed your fingers laced together.

“It’s about time,” Gareth exclaimed.

“Congrats, man!” Jeff said, clapping Eddie’s back.

You looked at Dustin, who had a look on his face that you couldn’t decipher. Sitting next to him, you placed your arm around his shoulders. “What’s up, kid?”

He looked at you, eyebrows up in worry. “You and Eddie? Really?”

“Yeah?”

Looking down at his lap, he whispered, “I always thought it’d be you and Steve.”

Chuckling, you wrapped your arms around him, giving him an awkward hug. “I love you, Dustin. Steve and I are just friends. Always have been. We talked about it, sure, but I didn’t like his King Steve attitude, so we just remained friends. He’s my best friend now because of how he took you in.”

Dustin looked at you. “What about Eddie? You were so shy around him.”

“I’m shy around everyone,” you retorted. “But Eddie’s different. You know how when you saw Suzie for the first time, how your heart almost exploded?” At his nod, you continued, not realizing that Jeff, Gareth and Doug had sat on the floor in front of you, listening to your story as Eddie leaned against the wall by the door, watching your interaction. “That’s how I felt when I first saw Eddie. Seeing him those nights that I stayed during those nights you wanted me to, I kept having that… heart exploding feeling. I had tonight during Hellfire.”

“So, since the two of you went to Max’s and then had sex after, what does that make you two now?” your brother asked.

Mortified, you widened your eyes. “How do you know about that?”

“Y/N/N, I’m not stupid.”

Narrowing your eyes, you asked, “You’ve read my books?”

“I think everyone in this room has,” he chuckled. “You’re not subtle when you’re reading those scenes.”

“Anyway!” you exclaimed as everyone laughed, your own chuckle sounding from you. “Eddie and I… we’re… together.”

Cheers were heard all around, Jeff and Gareth all but tackling you to the couch, Eddie’s voice sounding over the noise as he said, “Alright, get off my girl!” He pulled to your feet, wrapping an arm around your lower back, his free hand resting on your hip as you wrapped an arm around his neck, your free hand resting on his shoulder. “You ready for this wild ride with this bunch?”

Nodding, you brought the hand that was resting on his shoulder to wrap behind his neck at the same moment he wrapped his arm around your waist, hands resting just above your ass. “The wildest.”

Eddie dipped his head with a smile, meeting your lips in a sweet, passionate kiss… before Dustin’s groan broke it up, leaving the two of you laughing.

“Quit making out with my sister!”

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Posted on January 9, 2024

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cranking the image description out for this one boys

lineups of the Crews from the two Legends of Avantris campaigns I’ve actually listened to with consistency (still not finished with EoM but I’m on 21 so I’m getting there dont worry) + artists notes

Highly suggested that you scroll below the cut for this. (my handwriting is not the best + its small + some hidden design notes too :eyes: )

Image 1: Carnivalé LeCroux (not drawn to scale lmao)

(from left to right)

Hootsie: least fun to draw (Boring shapes) (draw the least). Typically I imagine her as a horned owl owlbear so her canon “eyebrows” flatten out and connect to her neck. I just think it gives her a nice silhouette. Frost: least fun to draw (cat). I’ve been drawing him with Chinese/vaguely East Asian-inspired robes because he’s from the mountail of Yulong and you can’t just give me a place called “Yulong” and expect me NOT to go ham on the east asian inspiriation. (east asian artist here.) Gricko: don’t draw nearly enough, most fun to draw (hair). I gave him a permanent cowlick on his bangs and I think the shapes are nice. Chunks ripped out of his ears are from Hootsie when she was younger and couldn’t control her strength. Kremy: most fun to draw (lizord), draw the most, did the most reference study for. I may love to draw lizards but crocodylidae are so uniquely shaped. Scrolling back through my ouaw posts and you can see I am still getting used to it. Torbek: most inconsistent, stupid machinery doesn’t make sense. The shape of his canisters and the collar with a keyhole both are from the first time I drew him, which was without a reference, and they just. Stuck. Gideon: Big boob indulgence, stupid machinery doesn’t make sense. Drawing him with awkwardly long hair, post-trauma fat, and smile lines is my favorite passtime. His marriage rings are on a necklace because they get in the way of punching clowns. Twig (pre-death): draw the least (can’t figure out her shapes). Drawing her fractured glasses and refracted eye is my favorite time.

Image 2: Witchhunters!! (I think my headcanon height difference is funny)

Shortest to tallest (briggsy and farryn are the same height):

Briggsy: Still figuring out how to depict distinction from Kremy (gator). So far i’ve got more spikes and a thicker neck and thats about it. I’m working on it. Farryn: fun shapes! skinny L. Ever since learning how to draw body fat I’ve never gone back its actually so hard to draw skin-and-bones skinny people now. Marius: least consistent (can’t decide how curly her hair is), armor L. Yes I headcanon he/she marius do you have a problem with that? Bat-like ears because heehoo. I just realized the symbol I drew on his chestplate looks like the Horde symbol from she-ra FUCK can you tell I don’t look at references? Jericho: most fun to draw!!! (draw the most). I like to draw virgil!jericho with four-pointed-star slits instead of just orbs with pupils because I think shapes are fun. Lethica: drew her wrong for WAY too long. I hadn’t paid enough attention to her actual ref and covered up her chest initially I’m so sorry queen. shes so pretty though. Although I do think its infinitely funny to headcanon that she actually looks pretty average. Tall women my beloved. Yorgrim: least drawn, Beard + Big indulgence. No seriously I’ve only drawn him twice. Hes awesome though soft rectangular shapes ftw.

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Lush

David “Hesh” Walker X F!reader

Synopsis: The Ghosts go out for a drink after a particularly hard mission, and the reader quickly learns how much of her liquor she can really hold as she takes a liking to Hesh throughout the night.

⚠️Warnings: Alcohol use, suggestive themes, cannon typical violence

AN: Reader can be imagined as anyone, no specific features will be described! Also, for the sake of the story we’re not setting this in any particular timeline within the ghosts campaign.

The team had just returned back home after a particularly stressful recon mission. They had been sent out to gather information on an enemy company that was rumored to have been working with the federation for illegal weapons trade. Things quickly went south when they arrived and realized that the federation was in fact working with them, and were prepared to guard their supply tooth and nail. They all made it out by the skin of their teeth but had managed to snag a key piece of information off of one of the files from the federation’s archives. Once their extraction had arrived, Keegan, one of the senior members of the team, had suggested they all go out for drinks as a way to celebrate a stressful job well done and relax a little. They had all agreed and had decided to take an hour to shower, change, and freshen up before they all went out. In your room, you had showered and changed into the most comfortable but stylish clothes you had available and looked at yourself in the mirror. You took a deep breath and let it out, relaxing the tension in your jaw and letting your shoulders relax. The mission could have gone haywire easily, not to mention that you could have died if Hesh, one of the newer members of the team, hadn’t pulled you out of the line of enemy fire after you had taken a piece of shrapnel to the leg. You looked down at your bandaged leg and cringed. While the wound wasn’t serious, it still served as a reminder of what could have happened. You reminded yourself to buy a drink for Hesh as a way to say thank you later tonight. This wasn’t the first time he had saved you, far from it. You were the newest member of the Ghosts, and on your very first mission you hadn’t checked your flank properly and were almost ambushed by an enemy soldier before Hesh stepped in and took him down before he could get to you. Now he’s saved your ass a second time.

“Gonna have to start keeping score.”

Hesh joked with you as you were flown back to base. He elbowed you gently as he said this, giving you that wolfish grin with a glint of amusement in his eyes. you couldn’t help but blush, thanking the regulated mask for covering your face in that moment. You couldn’t deny that he was ruggedly handsome and incredibly charming, but you also knew intermingling with other soldiers on your team was often frowned upon. Especially In a high profile team like the Ghosts. You quickly shook any thoughts of the past missions and strange feelings from your head as you finished getting ready, giving yourself a once over in the mirror a final time before grabbing your things and stepping out of the confines of your room to meet up with the rest of the team at the chosen bar.

Once you arrived, you stood at the entrance of the bar scanning it for your teammates. You knew they might not recognize you right away out of your gear so you stood there for a moment to take in the activities going on in the bar. It was a standard dive, it had a few pool tables and booths, as well as a few areas to play darts. You noticed a man and a woman chatting at the bar, both of their knees turned towards one another as they spoke in low voices, faces close to one another. You felt your heart ache. It had been a while since you had been in a relationship, or even just a hookup for that matter. You felt the need for companionship, yet being away on missions every two to three weeks made maintaining a stable relationship hard. You heard a voice call out your name, and you snapped your head in the direction. You noticed Hesh had called out to you, and you smiled as you approached the booth your team was sitting at. Hesh chuckled. “Almost didn’t recognize you for a second there. I think this is the first time I’ve seen you out of your gear.” He paused for a second to let his eyes rake over your form. “You look good.” He gave you a wolfish grin and gestured for you to take a seat inside the booth, right next to Logan who had been sitting next to Hesh. You smiled back at him, giving him a shy ‘thanks’ in response. You slid into the booth as everyone greeted you, Keegan speaking up first. “Hey there kid. You feeling alright?” He asked kindly. He knew the mission was a little rough on everyone, but since you were still so new, he wanted to check in. “Yeah..just tired.” You responded with a small smile. “I’ll bet.” He said as he took a sip of his whiskey. Merrick chimed in “don’t get comfy though. This is just the start of a long career of feeling tired. All the damn time.” Merrick sipped on his beer as the rest of the team chuckled at this, including you. Hesh leaned down next to you from his standing position, getting dangerously close to your face. You could smell the scent of his body wash and a light spritz of cologne on him as he spoke. “You want a drink? On me.” He smiled sweetly and you could barely contain the blush beginning to form on your cheeks. “Yeah, that would actually be really nice.” Hesh nodded. “Pick your poison.” You told him your favorite drink and he cocked an eyebrow in amusement. “What?” You asked curiously. “Nothing, I just didn’t think you’d like that kind of stuff.” He nudged you playfully. You smirked back at him. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” You felt your cheeks heat up even more. That was quite bold of you, and you hadn’t even started drinking yet. Hesh raised his eyebrows in surprise, then smirked back. “I’d love to find out more..” with that, he left you to go and retrieve your drink from the bar. You had a dopey smile and turned back to the rest of the group, but Logan caught her eye first. Logan raised an eyebrow playfully at you. “What?” You said, already knowing what he was thinking. “Y’know he used to pick his nose when we were kids right? And one time he ate a worm as a dare when we were teenagers.” You grimaced and shoved his arm playfully. “Oh shut it. It’s not even like that…he’s just being polite and getting me a drink.” Logan chuckled “yeah, how many other girls do you think he’s done that for? Cause I can guarantee it’s not as many as you’re thinking. Trust me, he sees something in you.” Logan was speaking in a low voice as the rest of the team chatted amongst themselves, and you looked over at the bar as Hesh leaned against it, watching the bartender make your drink for you. You smiled gently and turned back to Logan. “You really think so?” Logan nodded. “Yeah, I know so.” You couldn’t help the thoughts running wild through your head, but those were cut short when you had a realization. “That’s all good, but…” you paused and Logan cocked an eyebrow at you. “..but I don’t think we could make it work the way I’d want it to..”you sighed. “Team relationships can end brutally. I mean, what if one of us gets hurt? Or what if we end up hating one another?”

Logan paused and thought about it for a moment before you continued on. “And what happens if our superiors find out?” You spoke even quieter as you gestured to Merrick and Keegan as they talked with Kick. Logan turned back to you with a solemn look on his face. “It’s just a part of the risk, I guess. But hey, I don’t think that either of them would-“ he was cut off abruptly as Hesh returned to the booth, setting your drink down in front of you as well as a new one for himself. You turned to him and gave him a small smile, taking the drink and beginning to sip on it. The liquor hit your throat and you slowly started to feel the relief washing over you. You were happy the conversation was cut short, but you still couldn’t shake off the thought of what it could be like to be with someone on your team, and with someone like Hesh nonetheless. You were ripped from your thoughts as Kick spoke up, proposing a drinking game for you everyone. “Okay, who’s up for some darts? Person who scores the worst has to take 3 tequila shots back to back, no chaser.” He had a mischievous smirk on his face and the rest of the team all chimed in in agreement. Hesh looked at you and smiled. “Whaddya say? You up for a little friendly competition?” He gave you that same charming smile you keep falling for, and you melted into agreement. “You’re on. But..” you knew you didn’t drink often, and although you were a hell of a long range sniper, you had always been pretty piss poor at darts. Hesh raised an eyebrow at you as you contemplated the game. You shook your head, shaking the thought off. “Nevermind. You’re on!” You downed your drink, feeling confident with your liquid courage coursing through your system. As the night went on, you had had two more mixed drinks as you went up head to head against Keegan and Logan at darts. Hesh watched on in admiration, and you felt hot to the touch knowing his eyes were on you. You were shocked at how well you had faired against the two other men, knowing how awful you usually are. Maybe it was the drinks in your system that made you bold, or maybe you were finally starting to feel in place with your team. Hesh walked up to you as Logan moved up to shoot his dart, and he put a hand on your shoulder gently. You looked up to him and gave him a drunken smile. You reveled in his warm touch. He smiled back at you. “You’re kicking Kick’s ass at this game.” You giggled. “I’m shocked…I’m usually horrible at darts.” Hesh chuckled, taking a sip of his beer and looking at your empty glasses on the table. “You’re winning against Kick so far, but you better keep the winning streak up. You lose and those drinks might take you out for a bit.” You laughed out loud a little louder than you meant to, but you couldn’t care less. You were having fun. Hesh laughed along with you, and he stared at you with a certain fondness that you recognized the man and the woman sitting at the bar staring at each other with. Your already flushed face seemed hotter the longer he stared at it, and it was your turn to shoot again as Kick slammed a dart down in front of you. “I forfeit.” He grumbled as he sat down. He pouted, looking like a defeated child. You chuckled quietly. “Aww what’s the matter? Was I beating you too much?” Kick scoffed. “Of course that’s why. Can’t have my pride getting hurt. I’ll take my loss and take 3 shots on my own. YOU however…better hope you can beat Keegan and Logan.” He smirked as he sauntered off to the bar to order his defeat shots. You turned to Hesh and smiled at him. “Easy peasy.” You gave him a wink and picked up the dart, aiming at the board with one eye. You threw it and it missed, by a long shot, onto the wall beside the board. You giggled and turned back to Hesh, who shook his head at you. “Looks like someone’s getting carried home.” You felt bold and placed a hand on his chest, pressing against him. “By who, you?” You smirked at him. “Wouldn’t be too bad, if you ask me..” Hesh raised his eyebrows in surprise and then his face quickly contorted into a devilish smile. “Yeah?”

He cooed as he placed a hand on the small of your back. You nodded along happily and practically melted into his gentle touch, basking in the warmth he was holding. Keegan and Logan had already shot their shots, and now it was time for the final round. Logan noticed how Hesh was holding you and he smiled to himself as he came to hand you the darts. “You ready to lose?” He chuckled as you shot him a grimace. “In your-dreams..” you hiccuped a little as you spoke and took the dart from him, dropping it for a second before you bent down to pick it up again. Your functions were a little off and you felt as though you might tip over at any given moment. Hesh stepped in and put a hand on your hip, leaning in closer to your ear. “C’mere..” he moved you in front of the dart board and kept one hand placed gently on your hip, the other hand coming up to raise your arm holding the dart up by the elbow. You felt the heat rising to your cheeks and ears once again as he whispered in your ear sweetly. “Alright, now just…shoot” he let go of your arm and stepped back, leaning against a table with his arms crossed as he observed you with a smile. You smiled back at him and turned towards the board, aiming with concentration. You threw the dart, and missed yet again. Only this time the dart did hit the very edge of the board. You groaned and turned back around towards Keegan and Logan, who were giving you cocky smirks. “Alright…gimmie.” You stumbled over to the table as they set down a round of shots for you to take in shame, and you sighed as you grabbed a hold of the first one, knocking it back quickly. Hesh chuckled beside you. “Bummer. But hey, at least I’ll get to carry you home now, right?” Once you took the shot down you made a face and then turned to him with a smile. “R-right..” you take another shot and grimace as the stark liquid went down. You began to feel your surroundings wave and you giggled drunkenly as you sat on one of the bar stools. You got back up again, and the men around the table laughed at you as you took the final shot. Keegan piped up. “You feeling alright kid? You don’t strike me as a regular drinker, and tequila will knock you on your ass.” You laughed at this response and shook your head. “Noooo…I’m fine!” Logan and Hesh chuckled and Hesh placed an arm around your shoulders. “Alright, let’s move things back to the booth. Might be best if you sit down for a second.” He brought you to the booth and sat you down, before he turned to leave for a second. “I’ll get you some water.” You suddenly grabbed his arm and he turned around to face you. Your cheek was on his arm as you gripped onto it for dear life. “Noooooo…don’t leave..” you looked up at him with puppy eyes and he couldn’t help but cave in and stay. He looked at Logan and Logan rolled his eyes but went to go and retrieve some water from the bar for you. Hesh sat back down and smiled at your drunken state. “You really have a hard time holding your liquor huh? Lush.” He teased, and you giggled as you hugged his arm and placed your chin on his shoulder. “You’re t-the lush…” you muttered out at you stared up at him with glassy eyes. God, you wanted to kiss him. You were feeling so confident with it. But you couldn’t physically bring yourself to do it. Hesh felt his heartstrings getting plucked and he couldn’t deny that he loved having your arms wrapped around his bicep. You couldn’t help but squeeze them, feeling the tight muscle underneath his jacket. Hesh raised an eyebrow and chuckled “you enjoying yourself?” You sighed and shot him a dopey smile. “Oh, definitely..”

Hesh knew it would be a long night, but he’d be there beside you no matter what. Besides, he’d have fun teasing you and seeing your face turn red when you’re sobered up.

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A/N: wow this took 5ever…but I hope ya’ll enjoy! Just some slight fluff for now, lmk what you think and any pointers! :)

[bluecollarchub]

Switcheroo (originally story I posted on CYOC in 2015. Bit dated and my first time writing but thought i would share)

Dean was rich.  Fabulously rich.  And he loved it.  At 30 years old, he had amassed a fortune larger than most men had by the time they died.  He lived in a Pent House in NYC, surrounded by anything and everything he had ever wanted.  Gorgeous men flocked to him, eager to please him in return for whatever favors he might give.  Tall, muscular, with abs found only on the most determined athlete, he was certainly a physical specimen to be admired.

Now, Dean was not always like this.  At 18, he was a Journalism major at some crappy state school (he’d worked hard to forget the name, embarrassed it wasn’t Ivy League).  Poor, with few friends.  And fat.  Did I mention fat?  Average height, oily skin, pale, doughy body.  He was the farthest thing from a stud imaginable. 

One day, Dean decided to switch majors.  He realized he had no hope of being on Broadway and Journalism not only frightened him, but he realized there was no money to made in it.  As he got older, he realized money was the most important thing for him.  He wanted money.  Lots of it.  So, switching to a Business Major, he began the process of making money.  And he came up with a brilliant idea, as so many young men do, patenting the idea and making millions from it.  With those millions, he decided to change himself.  He wanted to be happy.  And he wasn’t happy being fat and pale and oily.  So he worked out.  He got the best doctors money could buy for his skin.  He hired the best trainers.  He hired the best tailors and the best hairdressers.  Finally, he was good looking enough to appear on the cover of GQ—which he did when he was 27. 

Gone was the pasty skin, replaced with a dark golden tan.  Gone was the flabby waist, replaced with hard abs.  Gone was the oily, pimply skin, replaced with skin smooth as a baby’s bottom and clear as the ocean.  He was an Adonis…and he knew it.  He treated everyone like dirt beneath his feet and he got away with it because he was rich and beautiful.  He had everything he could possibly want.  And he liked it. 

One day, during his annual physical, he was greeted with some horrible news:

“You’re dying, Dean.”

“What?!”

“You’re dying.”

“That’s impossible, Victor.  I’m 30 years old and in the best shape of my life.”

“Tell that to the cancer.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I can and I am.  You have a severe form of cancer and it’s spreading through your body at an accelerated rate.”

“How long?”

“A year, at the most.”

“What can we do about this?”

“Nothing, Dean.  You can’t stop it.”

“Victor, price is no object.  Do whatever it takes.”

“I’m sorry, Dean, but-“

“NOW!  Find a cure, find it NOW.”

“Okay, Dean.  Okay.  If that’s what you want.”

“Of course it is, I don’t want to die.”

“There is an experimental treatment the government has been working on.  It’s designed for Bush, to keep him in office forever.”

“I don’t care how my contributions to his campaign are being spent.  How does this help me?”

“It’s brain transfer.”

“What?”

“Brain transfer.  You can transfer your brain to another person’s body.”

“This isn’t Star Trek, Victor.  Get with the picture.”

“I’m serious, Dean.  I can switch your brain with someone else’s, give you a new life, a new chance to live again.”

“And lose all my money?  I think not.  I’d rather die, first.”

“You’re going to, if you don’t take this opportunity.”

“I’ll lose everything.”

“No, you can sign everything over to your new body, give him all your money, your life, everything.”

“Who am I going to find that will be dumb enough to trade?”

“Anyone, you’ve got a dozen and one rent boys that would kill to be in your body.  You don’t have to tell them the truth.”

“That’s true.  You’re right.  You’re a genius, Victor.”

“I know.”

The next day, Dean walked around his pent house, looking at the young men that were always by his side.  Maybe David?  No.  Maybe Sal?  No, too Jewish.  He wouldn’t be Jewish.  Vince?  Yes, Vince.  Vince had perfect hair and a naturally smooth body.  He was exactly what he was looking for.  Abs not as tight as Dean might want, but that was fixable. 

“Vince, I have a proposition for you.”

“What is it, Dean?”

“How would you like to have my body?”

“What?”

“I am looking to become younger, and I was wondering if you would like to swap bodies with me?”

“Are you high, Dean?”

“No, Vince, I’m perfectly serious.”

“I could be you, really?”

“Yes, Vince.  Really.”

“Shit, yeah.  I’ll do it.  But why do you want to give up being you?”

“My life isn’t a challenge anymore.  I want to start over.”

Lucky he’s an idiot, Dean thought. 

Dean arranged everything with the lawyers.  All of his money and belongings would be given to Vince—or the body of Vince, with Dean inside—the day after the operation.

“Don’t worry, Dean.  Everything will be okay.  When you wake up, you’ll be in a disease free body.”  Victor lowered the gas mask onto Dean’ face.

******

Dean woke up.  All was dark.  Where am I, he thought.  Oh yeah.  Holy Shit!  I’m in Vince’s body.  I’m in a new body.

He felt so weak, so tired and so weak.  After years of feeling so strong, this was a frightening change.  He didn’t realize Vince was so weak.  Even the act of lifting his arms took more effort than he had expected.  Struggling to sit up was an effort, too.  It felt like something was sitting on his stomach.  He was finally able to sit up and he hopped off the table.  Feeling around for a light switch, he bumped into a garbage can, making him shout in pain.  The cool air from the air conditioner gave him a chill and he realized he was naked.  He scratched his chest, feeling hair.  Wait…there shouldn’t be hair.  Vince was smooth.  Did he shave?

The lights suddenly came on. 

“Good morning.”

Dean turned to the sound of the voice.  He saw the ugliest man he’d ever seen standing before him.  He was naked for some reason.  “Put some clothes on, you hideous fucker.”  Dean’ voice sounded strange, not like Vince’s at all.  More of a southern drawl.

The naked man looked confused.  He was short, maybe 5 feet tall if he were lucky.  He had a scruffy beard and was almost bald on top with a fringe on the sides.  He was fat, not fat, gargantuan.  He had the makings of a third chin.  His dull eyes were squinty, piggish.  His head sat on top of his shoulders, his neck consumed by fat.  Hair covered his chest, back and shoulders and his short arms hung heavily by his sides.  Manboobs larger than most supermodel’s hung to the sides of his chest, sacks of dough resting on top of a giant stomach that covered his groin completely.  Stout, flabby legs covered in dark hair touched all the way to the knee. 

“What do you think?”  The voice said again.

“What are you talking about?”

“What do you think of you?”

Dean realized that was a mirror in front of him, not a man.  Not Vince.  Some fat, ugly man.       

“What have you done to me?”

“What’s wrong, Dean.  You told Vince you wanted to be young so you could have a challenge for your life again.  Well, you’re 20 years old and I’d say you have quite the challenge before you.”

Victor stepped into the room. 

“Victor, how could you do this to me?”

“How could you think about stealing some poor kid’s life and letting him die?”

“You switched Vince out with this…this…”

“Careful, Dean.  And yes, I did.  It was all my idea.  Mine, Vince’s, and your lawyer’s.”

“You mean…”

“That’s right, Dean.  All your money is being split four ways.  Every last million.”

“Four?”

“You don’t think we’d let poor Malcolm be poor, do you?”

“Who?”

“Malcolm Franks.  Your new body.”

“He’s going to die though.”

“He will die someday, yes.  But if you mean soon, then that would only happen if he really did have cancer.”

“What?”

“I tricked you, Dean.  Malcolm, I should say.”

“Why?”

“Why?  Because you’re rich.  You’re rich and spoiled and frankly, you’re an asshole.  You thought you could buy everything you wanted.  Well, you can’t anymore.”

“What am I going to do now?”

“Well, I imagine you’re going to go to work tomorrow, and go home tonight, to Malcolm’s nice, cozy home.  It’s a bit different than what you are used to, but you should feel right at home.  All assholes feel comfortable in trailers.”

“What?”

“You live in a trailer park at the edge of town.  Alone.  Not married, not family.  And you are a janitor at the local high school.  No college for you, Dean.  Malcolm dropped out at 16.  Yeah, you have definitely got quite a challenge before you.  But, you’re young again.  And, no cancer.  That’s exactly what you wanted.”

Victor tossed Dean a bundle of clothes.

“Get dressed, I’m sick of looking at that tubby body.”  He started to leave.  “Oh, you’re still gay, by the way.  But good luck topping anyone in that body.  Or finding anyone to date you at all, looking like you do and with no money.  You’re going to have to learn to be a little nicer from now on if you don’t want to end up alone.”

He walked out.  Dean began to cry.  All his money, all his hard work, gone, replaced with Malcolm, the fat janitor.  He was going to be stuck in high school, forever, watching all the little assholes graduate and go on to bigger and better things while he was stuck in his dead end job. 

He put on the smelly wife beater and the stained briefs.  He started to cry as he saw his penis in the mirror…he couldn’t even see it looking down.  What was once 9 inches had become 2 at best.  He had a tight foreskin with a long overhang but his mighty dick was gone, forever.  He pulled on the briefs and then the torn jeans.  The ratty sneakers followed. 

He was now poor.  And fat.  And he had bad skin, the pimples on his face were proof of that.  He had come full circle.  Only, this time, there was no hope for him.  He didn’t have the money to pay the doctors and the trainers.  He didn’t have the opportunity to go to college.  He was Malcolm, and he was always going to be Malcolm.  Fat, hairy.  Baby dick. 

He walked out of the room, staring at the laughing faces of Victor, Vince, his lawyer…and his body…his old body.  He had it all.  He had everything he had ever wanted.  And his selfishness had taken it all away.  He walked out of the hospital, walking towards his new life, his new place in society.  Gone were his endless parties.  His hordes of men wanting him to fuck them.  He was a grunt now. 

And he knew, as he waddled down the street, that’s all he ever would be.    

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

Steve is worried. He has a first date tonight. A first date with Eddie Munson.

He’s not worried that it’s Eddie. He’s excited about that. He hasn’t felt this way about anyone new since Nancy Wheeler crushed his heart in the fall of his senior year almost two years ago.

He’s worried because for him, dates usually mean dinner, maybe a movie, and then getting hot and heavy in the backseat of his car or, if he’s lucky and his parents are out of town, on the couch in his family room. He’s not worried about the dinner part. He knows he and Eddie can hold a conversation; that’s the good part about being friends first. And it’s not the sex he’s worried about, either; he’s always been good at that. He usually just does what feels good and he can’t imagine it would really be any different with Eddie. He knows it’s going to feel good, he can just tell.

What he’s really worried about are the scars on his side. He can’t do much to hide the scar around his neck, jagged and still pink. He’s resigned himself to strange looks and whispers in the supermarket. But he’s done reasonably well at hiding the, quite frankly, alarming scars that cover the better part of his left side, the skin knotted, raw, and shining. Of course, Eddie knows about them and he knows how Steve got them. Steve knows that Eddie has his own underneath all that denim and leather he’s always wearing, but it’s one thing on Eddie and a completely different thing on Steve.

Steve had watched all summer as Eddie had embraced his scars, calling them badass and doing nothing at all to hide them on days spent by Steve’s pool with the kids. The scars looked good on Eddie, Steve couldn't deny that. But Steve didn’t feel the same about his own and he rarely felt bold enough or confident enough to take his own shirt off, even on pool days. No one had seen Steve’s naked body since before Spring Break and he was nervous to take his clothes off in front of anyone, but especially in front of Eddie, who was so confident and hot in his newfound hero status, with the scars to prove it.

Steve wasn’t stupid. He knew the reason most people wanted to go on dates with him. It was partially his reputation, but mostly because of the way he looked. That’s how he’d built his reputation, after all. Now, the one thing that had gotten people to look twice at him had been compromised. He wasn’t sure who he was supposed to be now, in a post-Vecna world. He wasn’t sure what he had to offer anymore.

He stands in front of his mirror for a long time, in just his dark wash jeans. He examines his torso from every angle, wondering if there’s a way to hide the majority of his scarring from Eddie. Maybe if the lights are really low and Steve’s distracting enough in other ways, he can keep Eddie’s focus away from examining his body too closely...

Steve sighs before pulling his striped polo over his head, careful not to muss his hair. He glances at the clock and realizes that Eddie will be here any minute to pick him up. Eddie had insisted on taking Steve on their first date together, arguing that Steve’s gotten to take out a ton of girls but never had the opportunity to be taken out himself. Steve couldn’t really argue with that logic and it had made something warm and fuzzy spread through his chest that he wasn’t sure he should examine too closely at this stage in the game. He’s just happy to have Eddie’s attention on him, when he’s spent the better part of the last six months agonizing over how to get Eddie to even consider going on a date with him. Turns out, all the agonizing was for nothing. Eddie had made the first move, asking Steve to dinner when he’d picked up the kids from a one-shot campaign last Saturday.

The doorbell rings, right on time, and Steve practically runs down the stairs, grabbing his Member’s Only jacket on his way to the door and slipping it on as he turns the knob and swings his front door open. Eddie’s already grinning on the stoop.

“Your chariot awaits, princess,” Eddie says to him, gesturing towards the van. Steve can’t help but smile in return.

~*~

Steve was right. Dinner goes so well that he’s somehow ended up at Eddie’s trailer, on Eddie’s bed, with Eddie’s tongue in his mouth. Eddie’s bedside lamp is still on and Steve is distracted by trying to figure out how to turn it off without making this weird.

Before he can come up with a game plan for Operation: Turn Off the Fucking Lamp, Eddie’s kissing down the side of his neck, sucking on his pulse point and sinking his teeth into the vulnerable skin there. Steve lets out an embarrassing sound, halfway between a whine and a whimper, and can’t help but thrust his hips up against Eddie’s, which has Eddie chuckling against his neck and heat flooding Steve’s cheeks.

Eddie’s hands travel down Steve’s chest to the hem of his shirt and Steve can’t figure out a way of doing this without taking his shirt off. He doesn’t want to derail where this is going because it feels so good and it’s Eddie and he’s wanted this for so long, longer than he’d like to admit. So with one last longing look towards the bedside lamp, Steve allows Eddie to pull his shirt up over his head and only briefly mourns its loss as Eddie flings it across the room like it’s personally offended him. Eddie wastes no time in getting his lips back on Steve, trailing kisses and soft bites across the skin of his chest and down to his stomach. Steve can’t help but wince just a little as Eddie’s lips graze the skin of his scars.

“Everything okay up there?” Eddie asks, lips still ghosting across Steve’s skin.

“Yeah, all good.” Steve’s voice is more high pitched than normal, a little breathless. He doesn’t want Eddie to stop, not at all. He just doesn’t want him to look too closely either.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Eddie breathes out before continuing to trail kisses across Steve’s stomach. 

“I am?” Steve can't help but ask and even he can hear the surprise in his own voice.

That makes Eddie pause and Steve worries for just a minute that he’s revealed too much too soon. He’s worried that Eddie is going to pull away and say something about how this has been fun, maybe they can do something again next week. That had always been Steve’s go-to move when a girl had done something off-putting on a date and he never really wanted to see her again.

Eddie sits back slightly on his heels so that he can meet Steve’s eyes. The look on his face is so soft that Steve feels that warm fuzzy feeling spreading through his chest again.

“Of course, princess,” Eddie tells him and Steve believes him. Eddie smiles softly, reaching out his hand to brush his thumb across Steve’s cheek. He leans down to press a small kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth, cupping Steve’s jaw. When he pulls back, he smirks before pulling his own worn black t-shirt over his head. “We match. Don’t you think I’m beautiful?”

“Fuck,” Steve whispers, before reaching out his hand to brush his fingertips against the skin of Eddie’s stomach. “Yes.”

Eddie leans back down to kiss Steve fully on the mouth. He spends the rest of the night thoroughly demonstrating that Steve has absolutely nothing at all to worry about. The bedside lamp stays on the entire time.

[greenieflor]

Eddie doodles. Not specific drawings, but little shapes. Just dragging his pen across paper as he thinks. He's usually good at keeping them off of “important” papers these days, that used to be a point of contention between him and Steve. Steve would be getting ready to go to class and see that his essay he stayed up all night working on had a collection of little scribbles in the corner. Now Eddie’s doodles are mostly covering his d&d notes or the little pad of paper they keep by the phone. Steve loved Eddie's doodles. He thinks they are so perfectly Eddie, the physical manifestation of what his mind was doing at the time. 

So Steve starts to hold onto them.

It started with a page of the phone notepad, just a little geometric figure with a note about Robin being late for movie night this week. Then it was a vaguely floral looking one on the corner of a character sheet Eddie did for Steve for a one shot they put on when the kids came home to visit for the holidays. It keeps going like this, Steve nabbing pieces of paper before Eddie can toss them or file them away. 

Eddie doesn’t just doodle on paper, though, he traces shapes into Steve's skin all the time, when they are watching tv together- something like a sun on Steve’s arm. Smoking with Jon and argyle? Swirls on his thigh. Steve is covered in invisible doodles, ones he wishes could come up to the surface of his skin and show themselves, show the evidence of Eddie's wandering mind on his skin. 

So Steve pays more attention to his collection. There are shapes he recognizes, ones he's felt traced over and over into his hip or hand or shoulder. Eddie knows Steve holds onto old papers, but he starts getting very protective of one notebook in particular. Steve doesn’t think much of it, figures it's something for a new campaign or song and Eddie will share when he's ready. 

Except its been two years now with that notebook and Steve still doesn’t know what the big secret is. 

He finds out on their wedding day. 

Eddie Munson marries Steve Harrington on a Friday in May. He has been preparing his vows for three years, even before he proposed. He knew they needed to be perfect. So when the time came, Eddie pulled out that same notebook he’d been drafting them in all these years and Steve let out an exasperated sigh and an “of course”. Eddie still didn’t know what he was going to say. Hge decided to go with what he wrote first, when he knew he was going to spend the rest of his life with this man before him. In the top corner of the page, Steve spots a doodle, spiky and big and beautiful. 

Robin stole Steve away for three days after the Munsons returned from their honeymoon-citing unfair custody before she pulled him out of the house. Steve managed to convince her to go to the tattoo parlor Eddie went to with the newest, yet most important, piece of paper in his collection folded in his pocket. At first he was going to get it over his heart, but realistically Eddie sleeps on Steve's chest enough that healing it would be too difficult. He decides on his thigh, right where Eddie's hand falls when they curl up on the couch. 

Steve comes back home in shorts reminiscent of his scoops days, showing off the freshly inked mess of lines decorating his upper thigh. Eddie has to physically stop himself from jumping on his husband and biting at his thigh- but it was a close thing. As soon as Eddie realizes what exactly Steve chose, he starts openly weeping in the driveway. Through tears, Eddie walks Steve through the proper tattoo care (this is far from Steve's first tattoo. They do this every time. Tears and all.) Robin ushers the two inside and kisses their cheeks goodbye. Inside, Eddie grins through the last of his tears and reveals his own fresh tattoo. A constellation across his ribs and hip, dotting the scar tissue with stars. It takes Steve a moment to realize why the constellation looks so familiar, he sees it every day dotted across his own body. 

[bewilderedbunny]

Yourname

Eddie x reader fluffy blurb based on this post by @newlips (hope you enjoy this Cece 💖)

Cw: this blog is 18+ only, mdni. gender neutral reader, allusions to sex and hickeys.

Eddie loves decorating himself. Whether it's with patches and pins adorning his clothes or the silver jewelry on his hands. He also likes to garnish his skin with tattoos. It started off with a few pieces done in exchange for weed by a friend of a friend throughout high school. He'd come by their poorly lit basement with a bag of pot and a slightly wrinkled sheet of line paper with his newest design.

When you first met Eddie, he had already finished most of the sleeve on his right arm and the rest of his body was sprinkled with individual pieces. He's just so fun to look at. A beautiful boy, covered in art.

One of the first nights you spent together, he had his face nuzzled into your chest with his arms wrapped around your waist. You ran your fingers over the back of his arm while inspecting his tattoo and asked,

"What's the story behind the dragon?"

Without moving his head he murmured,

"There's a dragon in here?"

"No, the one on your arm." He took a second to figure out what you meant, then sat up to speak.

"Babe, that's not any dragon. It's a wyvern." He proceeded to tell you all of the lore behind wyverns, excited to teach his favorite person about the mythological creature (although he tells you, "Just because we haven't found real-life evidence of them, yet, that doesn't mean they don't exist. They're out there. I can feel it in my bones.")

As the years go on, he adds more and more pieces to his collection. He's mostly covered, save for a few spots.

One night, you're fast asleep in bed from a long day at work. Eddie told you not to wait up for him since the new campaign he's running could go late into the night.

You stir in your sleep when you feel the mattress dip beside you, then a hand rubs along your back.

"Sorry to wake you, sweetheart. You can go back to sleep."

"It's okay" you rub your eyes and turn over to bury your face into his neck like you usually do. He winces and stops you.

"Careful there, it's tender."

You frown and ask, "Why's your neck tender, mister? What have you been getting up to?"

He grins and reaches over you to turn on the lamp on the bedside table. Warm light fills the room and you see it. On the left side of his neck in between a somewhat faded spiderweb and an ornate dagger, lies your name in swirly, beautiful script lettering. His skin is still red and raw, the ink is fresh and shiny.

You gasp. You can't take your eyes off of your name on him. It has never looked prettier.

"Eddie! What did you do?!"

A big, goofy grin stretches across his face.

"Do you like it?"

"It- it's my name!"

He laughs, "Sure is." He tries looking down at his neck to inspect it with you, but obviously he fails.

"Been waiting to get something for you for a while now. I saved this spot since you left that massive hickey there on our first date, ya little vampire."

Your eyes water and your heart swells. You grab his face and plant a big, fat kiss on him. He giggles and holds you. You break the kiss and ask,

"You remember what I did to your dick that night? What are you gonna put there?"

[stray-cat-21]

Star crossed or some shit

Summary: (Y/n) was one of the most popular girls in school who for most of her life has been a cheerleader who did everything her parents expected. Except what happens when mother finds out that she’s switched to Hellfire over cheer and Eddie instead of a basketball player?

Warnings: toxic mother relationship

“Perfect.”

(Y/n) stood back admiring the dress thanks to help from Chrissy (Y/n) was able to alter a dress to be the perfect dress for her dnd character.

Tonight was a big night.

For most the school it was the night of the big rival game but for Hellfire it was the very last night of the campaign.

The thrilling conclusion to Eddie’s most recent story.

(Y/n) and Dustin had even convinced the whole group to dress up for the event.

To say Eddie was excited was an understatement.

DnD with his friends was one of the few parts of his week he actually loved and to see them getting as into as he always was made his cynical heart soar.

Even with the excitement of leading the campaign Eddie spent most of the evening stealing glances at (Y/n).

Between the way she looked all dolled up in her costume and the way she rallied the group to make this night so special it was all the confidence he needed.

He had planned it all out with Dustin before.

After the game Eddie would drive her to Lovers Lake where he’d take her on a walk and tell her how he’s deeply madly and hopelessly in love with her. And he couldn’t possibly bear another day of not being with her.

Unfortunately life had other plans for tonight.

The group was in the middle of deciding how to deal with a particularly menacing wyvern when the door is thrown open.

In the doorway stands Mrs. (Y/l/n), (Y/n)’s mother. The very last person she wanted to see.

“Mom?” She asks with a slight crack to her voice as she stands up from the table. Her chair squeaks against the floor.

The table shares a couple looks while Eddie’s eyes flick between the two. His brow furrowed in concern.

“This doesn’t look like the game to me.”

Her tone is ice cold, so much so it sends goosebumps across (Y/n)’s skin.

“Mom these um are my friends.” She starts trying to explain but really it’s fruitless.

Her mom observes the group especially focusing on Eddie.

“Get your things let’s go.”

“But mom we’re not-”

“I said let’s go now.”

“I’m sorry guys.”

Eddie’s quick to his feet standing right beside her.

He leans his head down as if to give the illusion that it’s a more private conversation.

His ring covered fingers finger at his side in order to not grab her hands.

Meanwhile (Y/n)’s hands are shaking while busy shuffling her things together haphazardly shoving them in her bag.

“Sweetheart you alright?”

“I’ll be okay Eddie I’m so sorry.”

“Hey don’t sweat it, just gives the guys time to regroup before I crush them.”

Ignoring her mothers intense burning stare he grabs one of her hands holding it delicately in his own.

He gives her hand a reassuring squeeze barely resisting the urge to push her body behind his and insist the woman can’t take her that he won’t allow it.

The situation brings Eddie back to when he was a boy trying to protect his mother from his father. That same feeling of anxiety of needing to protect someone he loved.

“Call me later okay?” His voice is stern but pleading pushing back the worry bubbling in his throat.”

“Yeah Eds I will, promise.”

Before she could hug him or even react her mother is pulling her arm dragging her out to the hallway.

“If you think you’re ever speaking to that boy again you are highly mistaken!” Her mother continues pulling her all the way to the car.

“Eddie didn’t do anything we were just playing a game that’s it!”

“We will speak about this at home.”

The whole way home is deadly silent not another word spoken till they get into the living room.

“We should pull you from that school. I’m sure there’s a nice religious school or boarding school that fix whatever this one has done to you.”

“It was really just a game it’s called Dungeons and Dragons!

“That game Newsweek is talking about? The one that promotes satanic worship? I don’t think so. No daughter of mine will be joining any cults!”

“It’s not a cult it’s-”

“Then what do you call this?”

Her mom grabs something from the table before shoving (y/n)’s Hellfire club shirt forward in a tightly clenched fist.

“It’s the design really it’s just a harmless game I swear!”

“Okay let’s forget this game for a moment. What about that miscreant with the long hair?!”

“Eddie? What about him?”

“I will not have you getting knocked up by that trailer park cultist absolutely not!”

“It’s not like that either mom we’re just-well we’re just friends he doesn’t like me like that believe me.”

“Oh so you haven’t been kissing him? Not when he picks you up for school, or after cheer practice when you do decide to show up?”

This catches (Y/n) off guard. She had no clue her mom knew any of that.

She’s unable to even argue or even form a coherent sentence.

“W-who told you that?”

“Who told me doesn’t matter what matters is that you’ve been lying to me young lady. That you’ve been sneaking around with that- that boy instead of cheer practice.”

“We weren’t sneaking around we’ve just been playing that game honest!”

“As for this little game of yours, it's over. Did you have fun? Did you get everything out of your system?”

This time her moms hand reaches up snatching both of the elf ears.

The words are a sharp weapon against (Y/n). No concern or worry to them just harsh sarcasm.

“Mom this isn’t fair we weren’t doing anything wrong-”

“I said enough! I will not allow you to embarrass this family with your antics any farther. You’re done with this game and you’re definitely done with that boy.”

As if to add a big fat exclamation point to her instructions her mother threw the shirt directly into the lit fireplace. It was quickly followed by the ears.

A sob broke from (Y/n)’s throat as she watched flames erupt all over the white fabric.

“I will not allow you to throw away your life for him not after how hard we worked. So no more game, no more club, and especially no more of that boy! Now go to your room!”

“I’m eighteen you can’t stop me from seeing him or from going to the club. It’s a really small town you know!”

“Oh I can and I will if you keep up with this silly little game I’ll see to it that your club is shut down and that boy is arrested!”

The threat does it’s job scaring (Y/n) to the bone. Her parents are well connected and could certainly find a way her father was friends with a good half of the police force.

“Now I have to go back to your school to speak to your coach to make sure nothing like this happens again I want you upstairs and I expect you to be there when I get back!”

(Y/n) runs up the steps slamming her door behind her.

She lets out a frustrated yell slumping her back against the door frame.

Tears pour down her cheeks loud sobs echo across the room.

About an hour goes by before there’s a sound outside.

“Shit fuck!” She can hear mumbled.

(Y/n) rushes to the window catching Eddie pulling himself up the the trellis that ends just short of being able to allow him into the window.

She thinks her mom might have had that done on purpose. As if the woman had predicted her daughter would meet someone that she disapproves of.

(Y/n) wants to throw herself out the window into his arms. She curses the house in her mind. Curses the too short trellis, curses the window for not being lower, curses her mom.

Peeking to the driveway (y/n) sees no sign of her mothers car so she quickly tosses the window open.

Eddie feels like he can finally take a breath seeing her safe.

He smiles up at her relieved.

“Hey princess.”

“Eddie what are you doing here?”

“Are you okay? I was gonna wait for you to call but sitting at home worrying was killing me.”

Through (Y/n)’s tear filled oxygen lacked explanation Eddie is able to work out the gist of what happened and he can’t tell if his worry or anger is stronger.

“She can’t do that! She can’t make you leave the club or us! I won’t let her!”

“We don’t have a choice Eddie! She’ll come after the club and you.”

“Let her come after me I don’t give a shit I’m not going to let her do this!”

“I can’t let her do that to you. Not after how hard you worked this year.”

“I’m not letting her do this to you! I’m not letting her take you from Hellfire, from me.”

“It’s okay Eddie I mean I’m eighteen only a few more months and maybe I can save up and-”

“No! No months! No maybes! I won’t- I can’t-!”

Eddie can’t find the words. His big brown eyes are wet with frustrated tears.

“We don’t have another choice.”

“There has to be! You’re one of the only good things I have I can’t lose you (Y/n) not you too!”

His voice cracks and the damn breaks.

The hurt on his face is intense. If it weren’t for the fact that they were being used to hold on to the trellis Eddie’s hands would be covering his face in frustration. The way he always does when his emotions get to be too much.

“I don’t understand Eddie that’s so much trouble to go through am I really worth all that?”

“Of course you’re fucking worth it I love you (Y/n)! I’ve been in love with you for a long time and I finally got the balls to tell you and she’s gonna take you away!”

(Y/n) swears she feels the air being sucked out from her lungs.

Even after countless kisses and high tension considering Eddie never said anything or made any moves beyond kissing (Y/n) just genuinely assumed he didn’t feel the same.

His chest is heaving hard his heart pounding.

This is not how tonight was supposed to go. He had a plan. There was supposed to be moonlight, the lake, a walk, a real kiss. Not sneaking up a window, an angry mother, a teary eyed confession.

But this is what he got and he was gonna make that work.

His shoulders slump and he lets out a shaky breath.

“This isn’t how this was supposed to happen. There was gonna be this walk around the lake, and I was gonna know what to say for once. Dustin is gonna be so pissed man we practiced for two hours.”

“Eddie honey the point, you were saying?”

“I’m in love with you princess have been for a long time. And I know I’m not good enough for you. You’re the perfect cheerleader and I’m the freak. We’re pretty much a match made in hell. I mean the whole school can see it. But when you kiss me I don’t give a shit about that stuff. I don’t give a shit about what your mom says, or anyone at school, or anyone else in this fucking town because I love you. I don’t want to be kissed as your friend anymore I want to kiss you all the time, and call you my girlfriend and all that other shit I’m so cynical about-”

Before he can ramble even more (y/n) leans down as much as she can allowing their lips to just barely meet even with most her body pushed out the window.

Sure they had kissed plenty of times but this one was different. This one wasn’t an end of the day goodbye kiss, or a friendly kiss on the cheek, or even a high kiss that lasts a little longer than it should. This one is a beginning, a start, their start.

They pulled apart when Eddie nearly fell from the house.

“So does that mean you feel the same way?”

“Eddie I’ve been kissing you for weeks I figured you’d catch a hint.”

“Sweetheart I failed senior year twice apparently I’m not that bright.”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but grin down at his big dorky smile.

“But can we really make this work? I don’t know if she’ll ever let me leave the house again let alone get anywhere near you.”

“I don’t know but if those two Shakespeare guys can figure it out then so can we.”

“Romeo and Juliet?”

“Yeah we’ll be star crossed or some shit.”

For a moment she thinks about the romance of it all. A forbidden relationship, stolen kisses, secret rendezvous, good nights from the trellis. But that moment doesn’t last long.

“Eddie I don’t want to hide you if we’re gonna be together I want to really be together just like everyone else.”

“I don’t want to hide you either waited too long for this to hide it.”

“She’ll never let us be together.”

“We’ll figure it out promise won’t let anything keep me from my girl.”

A car pulling into the road nearby causes (Y/n)’s heart to drop to her stomach.

“You should go I hate to think of what she’d do if she caught you.”

“Oh shit here Dustin sent this with me. He said your mom might be patrolling the phone so he lent me these.”

Eddie reaches into his leather heavier pocket pulling out a large walkie.

“I’ve got one too he said they’d leave us channel three to talk.”

“He’s a smart boy.”

“Yeah don’t go telling him that he’ll let it go to his head.”

(Y/n) leans down accepting the large device.

Their fingers can just barely brush against each other even with them both stretching as much as possible.

(Y/n) leans back down making their lips meet again.

Soft plump yet slightly chapped lips move against her own.

It’s slow and gentle.

This time when (Y/n) begins to pull away Eddie let’s out a small whine.

“Don’t stop yet.” He whispers it against her lips.

“Eds really you gotta go.”

“You said I deserved to be kissed so kiss me princess please I’m begging here.”

(Y/n) playfully rolls her eyes pressing their lips back together.

Eddie desperately savors in the small bit of her skin he can feel.

He wants to soak it up in fear of losing it.

When they finally part Eddie nearly loses his footing sliding down the trellis a little.

The two laugh and Eddie makes his way down to the ground.

“Goodnight princess.”

“Goodnight Romeo.”

Eddie takes off down the road around the corner where he’s probably parked the van.

(Y/n) retreats to her bed clutching the walkie talkie to her chest.

A bit later she can hear both her parents come home having a loud disagreement about her conversation. It goes on far too long for almost two hours.

Somewhere between the debate of who’s fault it is their daughter turned out this way the walkie begins to crackle.

“You there princess?”

“Read you loud and clear Eddie.”

“Ten four Rodger Rodger.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah but I’m your dork.”

“Very lucky me.”

“How are things there?”

“Basically world war three. Arguing about who’s fault it is I’m like this.”

“I’ve heard that one before. I’m sorry you’re in so much trouble with all this.”

“We didn’t do anything wrong Eds we just wanted to play the game.”

“I know sweetheart I know.”

“She burnt my shirt. And my ears.”

“Your ears?!”

“My elf ears she threw them into the fire place with my Hellfire shirt.”

“We’ll make you knew one you can keep it at my place.”

A door slams and (Y/n) can hear one of her parents walking down the hall.

“I gotta go Eds, I’ll see you Monday hopefully.”

“What if I came over and did the whole boyfriend thing? I can introduce myself and wear a clean shirt or something.”

“That’s sweet but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Either way we’ll figure it out promise.”

“Goodnight Eddie.”

“G’night princess.”

When next week rolls around (Y/n) is driven to school by her mother and then monitored by not only her coach but several other teachers. Any time she even tries to get close to Eddie someone prevents it.

At lunch time Eddie’s not with Hellfire but the rest of the guys send concerned looks and caring smiles her way.

(Y/n) can’t even stomach another bite of her lunch just shoving it away.

Chrissy notices and moves a seat away from Jason sitting closer to (Y/n).

“What’s wrong babes?”

“Hey CC just got a lot on my mind.”

“Like Eddie?”

“Yeah.”

“Did something happen? Do I need to punch him?”

The blondes obvious concern almost makes (Y/n) smile.

“No he didn’t do anything wrong. He told me he loved me.”

Chrissy let’s out an excited squeal grabbing (Y/n)’s hands into her own.

“Really?! How’d he do it? What’d he say?”

“He said he’s been in love with me for a while and that he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks he wants us to be together.”

“Aww babe I’m so happy for you! But that sounds like a good thing why aren’t you sitting with him?”

“My mom found out about Hellfire and basically forbid me to see him again.”

“How did she know?”

“I have no clue but she definitely doesn’t approve of Eddie that’s for sure. Now it feels like the whole staff is watching me like a hawk.”

“Well I know you two I’ll figure out he clearly loves you.”

“I hope so.”

The bell rings and (y/n) gives a quick goodbye to her friend.

In seventh period, her study hall, Chrissy enters the room.

“Excuse me Mr. Johnson I have a note to excuse (Y/n) we need to borrow her.”

The teacher mumbled something shooing both away.

Chrissy nearly drags (y/n) out to the hall her hand holding hers tightly.

“What’s up Chrissy where are we going?”

“A surprise babes just hurry.”

(Y/n)’s even more confused as Chrissy drags her all the way out to the woods.

The confusion stops short when she spots Eddie pacing around a picnic table.

He lights up spotting (Y/n).

“Enjoy your date you two.” Chrissy winks.

“Thank you Chrissy.” Eddie smiles. Chrissy waves him off jogging back to the building.

(Y/n) nearly throws herself into Eddie’s arms. His arms wrap around her shoulders pulling her flush to his body.

“What is this Eddie?” She asks peaking up at her Boyfriend.

Eddie grinned pulling away from the hug to gesture towards the table with a big dramatic “Ta da!”

In the center of the for once clean table sits a bunch of hand picked wildflowers in varying colors.

There also sits two to go containers from the diner that Eddie and (Y/n) would often frequent and a single milkshake with two straws.

“I’ll even let you have the cherry.”

He almost sounds nervous to say it like he scared even after all this time that she might laugh at him.

“Oh Eddie.”

“Figured we should have our first date since we don’t know what might happen.”

“I love it Eddie thank you.”

“Yeah well I would have cooked but I really wanted this to work out so.”

“Let’s eat goofball.”

The two sit down side by side and have their first actual date. It’s not a lot and they don’t have a lot of time but it’s something and for right now he has her.

An: Okay hopefully that was alright. I’ve rewritten huge parts of this due to the tumble app fucking up and deleting huge chunks of it after the app crashes. There’s going to be a part three a lot quicker since most of it is written. Hopefully you guys enjoy this I’m sure why this is the route I went but it turned out mostly cute. Anyways thanks for reading❤️

[georgiapeach30513]

What’s Wrong & What’s Right, Part 5

Summary:  Life with August, and you get to see Frank again.

Pairings:  August Walker X Reader, Frank Adler X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  A/B/O dynamics, vague mentions of abuse at the House of Walker, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.8K

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You hold your head up high as Mistress Walker stalks around you.  Her grandson standing at the doorway with a smirk, while you get your final inspection.  Trying not to show any emotions, but looking toward August for approval.  He gives you a curt headnod, and you preen, causing his smile to get larger.  He likes that you were seeking his acceptance.  “Well, Omega, I think you have finally proved me wrong,” more praise, and your skin bubbles with pride.

“You have proven to be the perfect Omega.  You are off to spend your life with August now.  He is a good, strong, protective Alpha that is going to give you your mark, and he’ll knot you, and you will provide him with all the pups he could desire,” you glance back at August when you answer out a yes, Alpha.  “Very good.  Don’t worry about gathering your things.  August will give you a good life.  You will make your father proud.”

You follow along behind August quietly, until he reaches behind him.  Pulling at your arm, he places you beside him, “Do not do that.  You are to be at my side.”

“Yes, of course, Alpha,” you were just excited to get out of this place.  Mistress Walker had trained you for an Alpha, and you finally had one.  Handsome, kinder than her, he was a senator and you were familiar with political outings, and just how a wife of a politician should conduct herself.

“Your father was the former president?”

“Yes, Alpha,” when August beams at you, opening your car door, you can’t help but to feel all giddy inside.  He was proud of you.  Alpha likes your behavior.

“So most of this is going to be second nature.  I was just elected, so no campaigning yet, but you are going to look beautiful next to me,” lifting your hand, he softly kisses on your knuckles, and you lean more into him.  “No.  You will not be taking me in a car.”

“Right, Alpha.”

“You can call me August.  Alpha is only necessary when you’ve disobeyed.”

“I won’t,” you’ve gotta make Alpha happy.  “Where are we going?”

“Home.”

The moment you arrive to your new home, August leads you into his room, and you begin taking your clothes off.  With his back to you, he doesn’t even notice until you were crawling onto the bed, and presenting yourself.  Knees on the bed, with your ass in the air, he looks around confused, “What the fuck?”

“I’m presenting for my Alpha.”

“Shit, um…no, uh…

“But Alpha, I haven’t been claimed.  I bear no mark from you.”

August looks towards the door, running his hand on the back of his neck, before he’s back looking at your cunt.  You weren’t in heat, but your slicked up folds did look too inviting.  “You are not just some Omega.  God, could you — cover yourself up,” you give him a pout as your cheeks heat up.  Trying to stop the tears that are welling up in your eyes.

“Omega, stop,” it was a struggle, but Alpha wanted you to stop.  He moves into his closet, and tosses you a button up shirt of his, “I got that from the hamper.  Put it on,” it smelled of Alpha.  Deep and rich amber with oud and sultry pipe tobacco.  Your eyes flutter close when you put the shirt on.  He was perfect.  Rich and mysterious.

“Listen, you are to be my Omega.  You’re not some common whore.  I want to develop an actual relationship with you.  An unmating won’t look good for me, and I’d rather our pups have an attentive and respected mother.’

“But my duty is…”

“To do as I say.  Do you trust me?” You nod your head, but you really want to reach for him.  Desiring to have him comfort you, his scent was working.  “I saved you from that place, didn’t I? I’m going to give you what you were designed for, in time.  You may sleep in here with me, but starting tomorrow, it will be about us developing a relationship.  You will be seen on my arm, and eventually we’ll have the pups with us on the trail.  We’ll be the envy of the country.  People will wish that they had an Alpha like you.  And Alphas will be telling their Omegas that they wished they were more like you, understand?”

“Yes, Al…” he narrows his eyes at you, and you sweetly answer, “August.”

“Good, now, I know you must be tired.  Go on.  Lay down.  I’m going to shower, and I’ll be with you shortly.  No sex though.”

August curls his nose when he walks into the room; you smelled too good, and his skin prickles up, and sweat dots his hairline.  You smelled so much better than the trashy Omegas he usually entertained.  His designation was taking over and all he wanted to do was rut into you vigorously.  Have you split open on his knot.  He was becoming weak, and your perfect scent was everywhere.  Permeating into every part of his body.

“Sir?” His butler Pietro steps into the room.  “She’s in heat,” he says calmly, and looks at August, “You don’t have her on suppressants.  It was bound to happen.  Her body was trained to need you.”

“She smells better without those fucking things,” he bares his teeth, getting a glimpse of your panties in the laundry.  “Where is she?”

“Sir, you said…”

“I know what I fucking said.  Where is she?”

“She’s in pain.  I sent her to the pool house,” August turns around glaring at him.  “Your anger is coming from her triggering your rut, sir.  You can go to the pool house and put yourselves out of your misery, or you can let things go through its course. Keeping you away from each other, and when its over, she can be back in here.”

“She’s my Omega,” even though you were at the pool house, you could feel his anger radiating to your core, and you curl yourself into a ball.  Worn shirts of August’s all around you, and you sob out his name.  “She’s hurting!“

“She’s in heat.  She’s going to hurt, and there’s only one thing that will give her relief.  Are you ready for pups?  Do you want your first time with her, and her first time to be when you are raging?  You could break her.”

“Her body is designed to take me!  Bring her to me!”

“August,” his campaign manager Tony scolds him as he walks by.  “Remember your image.  There’s people always around.”

“She’s hurting!”

“And you’re enraged.  Take a cold shower,” August’s body heaves with his deep breath as he glares at Tony.  “I’ll make sure she starts taking suppressants.  And from now on, she’ll stay in the pool house.  We’re going to put out the word that you’re dating, and she’s a traditionalist.  Saving herself for marriage.  You will be the envy of all Alpha’s.  Your Omega’s cunt will be molded only to you,” August slams his fist down on a dresser, screaming about how you were hurting.  “Go to her then.  I’m sure she’ll look amazing pregnant before your marriage.”

“It’s not fucking the 1950s!”

“And you know in politics everyone looks at every little detail.  Trust me.  It’ll all be worth it,” he picks up a bottle of your perfume and throws it to the wall, and even the smell of that can’t disguise your beautiful and natural scent.  “You’re a child.  After the two of you have calmed down.  Go down there, start messing around.  You’ve bragged about being above average.  You don’t want to murder the girl.  Start by stretching her out.”

“Make her needy,” Pietro adds in with a shrug.  August twists over to glare at him, “Make her want more to where she’s ready to drop to her knees just to suck your cock,” August would never tell them how you creepily had made yourself available that first night.  That still didn’t sit right with him.  Even with his whores he had to work for it, you were already on your knees and grateful to take his cock.

The idea of fooling around with you, and making you almost crazy for his cock, made a shiver crawl up his spine.  It would be glorious.  He would have you wrapped around his little finger.  He’d have to reward you.  Get you gifts of diamonds, and flowers.  No expense would be spared to reward your needy self.  He liked that idea.  You would follow him around like a lost puppy.  Even the smiles you would give him as the cameras captured how in love you were with him.  

He’s pissed, but he understands what the men with clear minds were trying to tell him.  He walks over ot the hamper, and pulls out your panties.  This was going to be a long few days, and if he was going to have to spend time alone, he was going to jerk off to the scent of you.  He tosses a few clothes to Pietro, and smiles, “Make sure she’s as comfortable as you can make her.  Whatever she needs.  I will not have my Omega hurting, and I’m the only one that can help her, but I can’t.  She won’t be on suppressants.”

“The campaign trail could be dangerous…”

“She will not be put on suppressants!  Now get the fuck out of my room.  Leave my food and water outside the door, and whatever she needs, make it happen!”

August steps into your home away from home. You much preferred to be in the main house with him, but he makes sure to spend everyday with you, you’re just not allowed in the main house, “Why?” You asked the first time he mentioned that.

“Your scent is a bit distracting to me,” you roll your eyes, and start to walk away from him, but he pulls at your hand, and jerks you into his body, “Do not walk away from me.”

A part of you wants to smart back, but your hindbrain takes over, and you nod your head, “I’ve brought you some blankets,” you want more than just his scent. You could already feel your slick pooling in the gusset of your panties, and you tremble, “It’s almost time, isn’t it?” He asks cupping your cheek as his thumb pets over your face.

“My pretty little Omega is becoming needier, because she’s going into heat. Do you need some relief?”

“Can I have more than your fingers this time?” He shakes his head no at you, and you pout up at him, “Why?”

“Do you not think it’s sweet to wait until we’re married?”

“No, it’s an archaic practice. No one cares.”

He grits his teeth, and a growl vibrates in his chest, “Everyone cares what we do. Someone is always watching. Why are you so needy?”

“Biology.”

“I suppose this was bound to happen. You’re becoming more comfortable with me, and the public, and you’ve created this personality. You know as well as I do, that I can’t stay here when you go into heat. I can give you some relief. Let you ride my thigh, abs, or my fingers.”

You roll your eyes to look up at him pitifully, “You promise when we’re married, you’ll give me your knot, and let me carry your pups?” You were so sweet when you got this way. Everything was about you doing what was natural to you, what you trained to do.

When he gives you a single nod, he cocks up his eyebrow, “I want to ride your abs while you play with my tits like last time. I need your hands on me.”

“Whatever you say, Omega.”

August holds his hand out for you while helping you out of the car. Opting to wrap his arm around you as you attend another state dinner. Shying away from the cameras, but beam up at August. The world claiming that you were the perfect couple, even mentioning how obedient his Omega was.

Schmoozing and giggling, telling August he better do more than put a pretty diamond on your finger, because someone could just snatch you up. You hated these moments. Would much prefer to have August to yourself, if you were going to have him.

Frank stops from going outside when he hears your name. He stares at the television only at your pretty face. People commentating how you seemed so happy, and were becoming the envy of all Omegas. You were poised and polite, but he knew your genuine smile, and this wasn’t it.

There was a rigidness to your movements. It was put on, and being forced. Even when the man leaned in for a cheek kiss, your body slightly pulled away. You could have the world fooled, but Frank knew better. He’s sure your father is happy that an Alpha was with you.

While you looked beautiful in your proper dress, you didn’t look like his Maple Leaf. There was a sadness to your smile. A lie you were putting on for the world to see, and August hadn’t claimed you. Frank later would know why, and he thought it was utterly ridiculous. He wouldn’t have you wait. He’d bite your mating gland the first moment he was alone with you. August was too careful and calculating. Parading you around like cattle.

Frank forgets why he was even leaving. Pulling out his phone he searches your name, and August wasn’t shy about the plans he had for you. Almost wearing it like a badge of honor, and then he locates the house that he was keeping you in.  It wasn’t that far away, and he needed to see you, and give you the goodbye that you weren’t afforded.

“Auggie, don’t!” You pull at his arm as he starts to leave the pool house. “I’ll pose for more pictures. Can’t you just stay the night, please?”

“Oh, Omega, I have things I need to do,” he doesn’t make an effort to move, so you assume he’s actually stay this time. “Don’t look at me that way. You know I struggle to say no to you.  I don’t want to be away from you, anymore than you want to be away from me.”

“I don’t want you to go. I just want to lay on you. We never do that anymore.”

“You’re making me weaker, and I can’t say no to you anymore.”

“Then don’t,” August knows he should scold you, let you know that arguing with him can’t happen, but you were so sweet begging him just to stay, and all just so  you could feel him. “No one has to know.”

“They would know. I’d bite down on that pretty little neck. You’d be swollen with my child in a few months, and all before the wedding,” his hand caresses your cheek, and he gives you a chaste kiss, but still retreats to leave, “I’ll see you in the morning. Maybe you can send me some pictures, or videos. Show me just how desperate you are for me.”

He turns to leave, and you pick up a vase of the latest flowers. Hurling them at the wall, while screaming in frustration. He was right there. Your training had you craving only him, and he was being aloof. Standoffish, and it was messing with your psyche.

Hearing the door open, you keep your back to him. If he wanted to come back to you, you’d let him know you were still upset, “Maple Leaf?”

“Frank,” you whisper, still not turning around. It was impossible. Your brain fights with what your heart wants, and you hope it was actually him.

Fingers settle on your hips, before both his arms snake around your waist, and you touch over his freckled skin. It was really him, “Frank,” you sigh, tilting your head to the side, and showing him your mating gland. He gives your neck the softest open mouth kisses, and you sink into his embrace. He was still so warm.

“I’ve looked everywhere for you, and then you just appear,” he teases over your obnoxiously large ring, and his whole demeanor changes. “I’m too late.”

“Frank,” you were too stunned to say anything else, and even too stunned to look at him.

“Do you love him?”

“No,” that was a secret you were going to take to the grave. There was nothing you could do about it, so why make a fuss. There were worse people than August.

Frank nips at your shoulder, and you feel his mouth turn up into a grin, “Who do you love?”

“You,” whispering out his name again, you spin around in his embrace. Your fingers tracing over every inch of his face, memorizing Frank like this, and still you don’t believe that it’s him, “I’m dreaming. I thought I lost you.”

“I’m right here, Maple,” your thumb moves over his lip, tracing the pillowy pout when you stand up on your tiptoes to kiss him gently. “You’re engaged.”

“My heart has only belonged to you, Frankie. No matter what your designation is.”

“Where did you go?”

You blink away tears, shaking your head, Frank didn’t need to know the grisly details of what you endured to become ‘the perfect Omega’. “Finishing school. House of Walker arranged the marriage to August. I didn’t…I didn’t get a choice. Because it would always be — be you.  Frank, I’m sorry.”

He gives you the sweetest kiss to your lips, and you grip tight to his shirt, keeping him there. He was all you ever wanted. He still smelled the same. The crinkles around his eyes were deeper, and he had more freckles and sunspots, but this was your Frank.

“Let me take you away.”

“No!” Your hand presses firmly against his chest, and your head shakes back and forth rapidly. “No, the Walker’s are powerful. They’ll find me. You don’t understand.”

“I can’t leave you here. Keep you surrounded by people you don’t love, and they don’t love you either,” you grimace looking at him. August cared in his own way, even if it was for publicity. “What can I do?”

“Make the first person I have sex with be someone I love,” you back up towards the bedroom, pulling him along with you. “Security hasn’t been set up yet. Please, Frank?”

“On one condition.”

“Anything,” you whisper, slowly starting to undo his buttons.

“We don’t stop, until we find a way to safely get you out of here,” you nod your head, pulling his shirt off. Peppering kisses all along his chest, before he pulls your own dress off.  Your fingers tug at his jeans, while he slots his lips against yours.  His hands going behind your back to take off your bra.

The two of you sink down to the bed, and you gaze up at Frank.  Hands exploring his body in a way you never have.  Running them over his hard lines, and you want to absolutely worship him.  He was always meant to be yours.  Regardless of the fact that he was a Beta.  Frank would do anything to protect you, and more importantly, he loved you.

Your breathing picks up when his fingers run over the elastic of your panties, “I’d wait forever for you, Maple Leaf.  I’m not in a rush.”

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you pull him down to your mouth, whispering in his ear, “I want it to be you,” there is nothing rushed as the two of you kiss over the other’s skin.  His body grinding on you, and you just spread your legs out more.  Removing yourself from him, only to shimmy out of those little panties.  Letting him ghost his lips over your skin, and you pull him out of his boxers.

Whimpering when his cock is heavy on your thigh.  Hands at his hips, you pull him to your waiting core,  “Frankie,” you mewl as he guides his cock into your virgin hole.  Even though you chirp, he slides completely home.  Waiting on you to adjust to his girth and he praises every second.

“You were made for me, Maple.  I’m so deep.  So so deep.”

“Does it feel good?” You worry that you would never be enough for what Frank deserved.  He deserved everything.  

“It’s the best.  The most perfect,” pulling his hips back, he takes his cock completely out, before he achingly slow pushing back in.  “It was easier, wasn’t it?  Because your body wants to mold to me,” you can hardly think, everything was overwhelming, but this felt right.  It was something you had wanted from Frank for a long time, and you’re thrilled that it was Frank you were sharing this with.

He sets a steady pace, and you forget about the years away from him.  Forget about the abuse you suffered at the House of Walker as that vile woman shaped you into the perfect submissive Omega.  To the few months with August and how he was so hot and cold.  Feeling like an outsider in what was supposed to be your home.

But having Frank over top of you made you realize that he was the one that was your home.  No place was ever going to feel right, unless he was there.  Your father might have called him only a Beta, but Frank was your Beta, and he was your everything.  Thrusting into you gently, while the two of you just gaze at each other.  Sweet kisses turn filthy when you push your tongue past his lips.  He still tasted the same.  

It’s like that Frank was written into your DNA, into your every fiber, and the thought of you having to carry on this charade was frustrating.  Your training taught you to yearn for August when he was away, but August forgot one thing, he never sealed the deal.  Never made you his own.  He had one foot out the door, leaving you in limbo.  An Omega that was forced to want love, had already found it in someone else, even if your body still would betray you and want August.  

His pace turns a bit more rapid and sporadic, and his breathing turns shallow.  You cling tight to his back as he stabs into you.  A funny feeling growing in your tummy, and you moan out his name.  Frank gives a few more pumps into your warmth, and his fingers move to your bundle of nerves.  Creating tight little circles on your nub, “You’re so close.  You’re clenching me so tight.  I want you to cum with me.”

“Okay,” your voice sings up at him, and he’s never seen you look more beautiful.

My god, he felt amazing.  You could get used to this, and the fact that it was Frank, made this experience so much sweeter.  He waits until your walls clench down tight, milking him of his spunk, and he crashes his lips into yours.  Swallowing all of your sweet sounds, and both of you want to make this moment last forever.  Unfortunately August and Nick had other plans for you.  Taking you away from Frank, yet again.  But some way, somehow, you wanted to find him again.  He was your future.  You were sure of it.

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[slasheru]

Heyyyyy Slasher Nation! 🖤 First of all - HOLY CRAP THANK YOU!! Even though the Kickstarter didn't hit the goal, the fact that 98 of y'all (!!) got us a SIGNIFICANT part of the way there (almost $3,000!!) is MINDBLOWING!! <3333 I can't thank you enough 😭

So What Now / Wait you had a Plan B the whole time?!

Yeah, man, you thought I was just gonna leave you guys hanging? ;) We're gonna try this again with a WAY smaller goal on Crowdfundr! (I'll talk more about this below!) Short pitch is: $1,125 goal (which we nailed in 48 hours here), keeps SU running, launches September 7th, Crowfundr is being hella cool and sponsoring it for SPX Spotlight, follow along HERE! [https://crowdfundr.com/slasheruact2]

But ALSO, holy crap, you guys are AMAZING:

I can hardly call this thing a wash, though, because the amount of love, attention, and SOLD COPIES OF SLASHER U: ACT 1 have been ABSOLUTELY FUCKING WILD. I just wanted to shout out to:

More than 600 new Slasher U: Act 1 players downloaded the game since the Kickstarter launched

Slasher U: Act 1: Alpha Edition maintains a whopping 4.9 out of 5 Stars average rating on itch (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

I sold enough copies of Slasher U: Act 1 to cover MORE THAN HALF MY RENT THIS MONTH!! If this Kickstarter stopped right here, you guys would've been able to cover 4 MORE months of rent & production time! Which is HOG WILD.

We got shoutouts from:

Beautiful Glitch, the team behind Monster Prom, Monster Camp, & Monster Roadtrip!! Beautiful Glitch are one of my most inspirational/aspirational heroes of game dev, and the Monster franchise was a HUGE inspiration for SU, so I can't BELIEVE this happened!!!! Thank you guys SO MUCH!!! <333

WWAC (Women Write About Comics), where journalist Alenka Figa wrote SO MUCH NICE STUFF about my storytelling I'm gonna fuckin cry!!

Corinne Halbert of ACID NUN - she and I are actually gonna do an Acid Nun x Slasher U collab where you'll be able to unlock an Acid Nun player skin!! Shhhh!!

The crew at Lewdgamer who wrote an awesome writeup of the KS campaign!

Indiepocalypse - we made it into Issue #42 and Alex had us on his podcast, which was SO MUCH FUN!! According to Alex, Slasher U had one of the highest audience participation/engagements he's seen on Indiepocalypse Radio, and it was MEGA FUN watching him parse some of your saucy Sawyer questions, LMFAO.

And here's some Slasher U & SUKS stats for you:

More than 2/3rds of you ended up dating either Sawyer or Tate. >:)

In total, 94 of you backed the game here on KS!!! YOU ALL KICK SERIOUS ASS

Almost 1,000 new copies of Slasher U: Act 1 (both Regular and Premium) were downloaded during the campaign!

During the campaign, at least 3 people personally thanked me for Slasher U completely changing their life by discovering something about themselves or making them feel seen and heard, which is going to make me FUCKING CRY and is the ENTIRE REASON WHY I MAKE THIS GAME IN THE FIRST PLACE. I love you all so, so so sosososoososososos much, Student Disembody. :'))))))

So this "Plan B", eh?

Some of you know I'm a cartoonist by trade (I drew for the official FNAF franchise and more!). This year, I ended up talking to some sponsors for this upcoming SPX (Small Press Expo), which is like SDCC for indie comics, including Crowdfundr - one thing led to another, and now I'm partnering up with Crowdfundr and SPX to bring you a WAY SMALLER but also WAY MORE PERSONAL campaign to keep the lights on here at SU, as part of Crowfundr's SPX Spotlight event! For the non-comics folks here, Crowdfundr is basically the indie comics Kickstarter - I've been buddies with this crowd (pun vageuly intended) for a while and I'm psyched to be doing this with people I've been meaning to collab with!!

The new goal will cover the absolute bare minimum of making SU - $1,125, which includes font licenses, the Mac port, and taxes. Then, any EXTRA will go to more production time on Slasher U! Basically, I'm swinging the campaign around so the minimum amount is the goal, and the goal-goal's the reach goal. The GOOD NEWS is we apparently smashed this $1k goal within 48 hours of THIS Kickstarter, so I'm VERY OPTIMISTIC ABOUT ROUND 2 OVER HERE.

(You'll ALSO still be able to snag one of those custom player skins I'm drawing - there's gonna be only 5 slots this time!) Aaaaand you can click to follow when the Crowdfundr launches in a month, here:

P.S: estimating the first Early Access build with *just* Laila's Act 2 content, plus some core extras, in the next month or month and a half >:)))

xoxoxooxoxoxoxo, love you guys SO FUCKIN MUCH, and, as we like to say on campus:

STAY HORNY!! xxoxooxox Professor Plutonium

[wildandmoody]

Seriously the way the press starting doing a complete 180 on him into Tabloid Hell post-Thriller is just so convenient. I mean before they were praising him for being a goody two-shoes, looking and dressing modestly, and generally were fine with cornering his music into the Black music market only. But once he reinvented the short film/music video as a medium AND pushed and pushed until he was the first Black artist to be featured and circulated on MTV (and I'm certain similar music channels around the world), starting breaking chart records that only white artists had held, and had a truly universal appeal by the time he started touring for Bad, all of a sudden up jumped the bullshit.

Suddenly here came the same "he's gay/childish/virginal" fingerpointing that he had to address since fucking 1976. Here comes "he's a deviant ew" just because he started dancing and dressing more provocatively in 1987 as if musicians that same decade and before weren't also wearing buckles, O-rings and shin guards and doing god knows what on stage. By the time he spoke up about having vitiligo universalis it was too late and ppl were already saying he wanted to be white and thought he was lying. To this day ppl think that including a lot of fellow Black ppl despite his autopsy report and plenty of pics of brown flecks and spots on his skin being available. Suddenly it's "he's weirdly obsessed with kids" when he had been donating his concert proceeds directly to and visiting orphanages and hospitals since he himself was a CHILD in the jackson 5 days, and literal radio silence on campaigns he directly funded for mandela's anti-apartheid campaign, AIDS research, women's rights, gang-related issues and hundreds of other causes. And that's just on the causes that i can think of off the top of my head that we know about, because he also gave millions of dollars anonymously and directly supported many individuals by buying food and appliances and covering travel costs for them. Radio silence from the news and gp.

Andthe most damning of all as far as I'm concerned is the fact that he swallowed his pride and gave up on his Reclusive Image in the 2000s specifically so that he could call out the racist soul-crushing tendencies of the music industry, in particular Tom Motolla and Sony as a whole, and how it affected him and his Black peers. Which of course media tried to spin as a personal beef and not a race-related one. THE EXACT DAY that he was set to release one last compilation album for them and finally walk free while owning 50% of their publishings and all of his own masters (and the masters of older Black artists which he sold back to them for $1) ,and free of an oppressive music deal, up jump the allegations and now he had to fly his ass to LA to get both of his shoulders dislocated and get manhandled by the LAPD. The same day. How fucking convenient.

And look. This is not me saying that what happened to Michael was a pattern. It most certainly was not and there are plenty of truly dangerous men in power, this is a fact. I am not trying to circulate conspiracy theories but i am pointing out the shit that happened to him because of the target painted on his back. What i say in defense of Michael Jackson i say in confidence because at one point I had read every transcript , testimony, legal document available including his autopsy not because i liked him but because i needed to truly understand what the hell was going on. And ive read old newspapers and tabloids that covered him and they treated this man worse than an animal just based on how he presented himself alone. Matter of fact the name "Jacko" stems from an old British slang name for a dancing and singing boxing monkey that was popular in the 19th century, so that was based in racism too. It's just rhe Everything. And I'm also not saying that he never made mistakes or was a human person. He didn't really seem to be able to always surround himself with and trust the right people. But man oh man. Oh the Convenience.

[dragonswithjetpacks]

Ferelith x Fian

So, I thought I'd throw something out there about Fian, Ferelith's patron. And you may not need the full break down to get it. But you know me. I can't just explain something simply.

(Notes: There is a lot of Celtic/Gaelic inspiration that went into Ferelith. The name itself is Gaelic. Fian is Celtic and is based on the Gaelic god, Cernunnos. I am also explaining this as I did when I created her for a 5e campaign. So somethings may not add up in game, but most should considering it's all Forgotten Realms.)

Fian's origin begins in the Feywild. But he is considered Dark Fey despite being a more neutral creature. He resembles that of a leshen; Bark skin, massive claws, skull of a stag, covered in moss, glowing yellow lights for eyes (fireflies? who knows?) His creation and his past are unknown, as he is ancient and even creatures of the fey say he has always been there to guard the gate.

What gate? That's a secret. Fian is a guardian. A powerful entity with the duty to protect a gate. He is not permitted to speak what is beyond. He is the protector and the key. So it cannot be opened if he perishes. Fey riddles, amiright? Anyway, a sacred order of druids once traveled to the fey to seek the gate, to open it and discover what lay beyond. Only they couldn't do it.

So the only logical thing to do was trap the beast so no one else could figure it out in the future. And so the druids bound Fian to a book. The book was filled with heavily coded notes about the Feywild, the gate, and Fian himself. The order dissolved hundreds of years ago so the codex was lost. And Fian was trapped in a realm created by the book.

The thing about having a book filled with Fey runes is that, well, it drives you insane. The Fey is crazy enough. Imagine having a book full of it in the Material Plane. The sacred order of druids had passed down knowledge to maintain their sanity with charms and magic but again... that was all lost. So the ritual of passing down the book was gone.

Que Ferelith. An innocent elven girl just years from becoming an adult. She comes upon the book and is driven into madness. At the time, her entire village and had been capture and enslaved, she was on the run (not that she remembers that). So she wanders with this book until she finds safety. Another village offering her a place to stay. A small shack to sleep in. A job. So on and so forth. The madness doesn't hit all at once. It creeps in slowly like smoke under a door. It whispers to her. And she becomes obsessed with the book.

As I've mentioned before, she goes insane. The village accuses her of being a hag. Or at least turning into one. Poor girl has zero magic prowess but the runes she's painting all over the shack aren't familiar at all, of course. And as one terrified mob does, they plan to execute her. Only it gets out of hand and they end up beating her within an inch of her life in the street while also setting her shack and everything she had on fire. Luckily, she always kept the book on her persons.

Now in the old days, Fian would communicate with the druids. Try to convince them to set him free. Try to tell them the runes were bad. That he would save them. They didn't listen, but they didn't really need to. Ferelith has no charms. No magic. Nothing to protect her. So when Fian can sense the girl is about to die, he calls out. He offers her power. Protection. Sanity. The only stipulation is that she has to clear a space in her mind so that he may reside there.

The book creates a type of realm. One only big enough for one thing. It's like banishment. But if you were banished to your room without a knob on the door. The door can be opened and closed... with the right tools. And Fian being old and ancient and wise knows where a few of those tools are. If Ferelith agrees to create space, then a door knob appears and he can travel to and from the two rooms. Two more doors are created, though both without knobs. So same realm, two spaces.

This is how Ferelith looses her memory. She accepts the power, becoming a dark archfey warlock and vowing to help Fian decode the book. Because he can't. He can't see the runes. He doesn't know what they are. So while also giving Ferelith powers of a warlock, he also gives her his eyes. Eyes of the Rune Keeper, allowing Ferelith to read any language. The problem is, again, even though Fian may recognize Fey runes and Sylvan, he can't decode the book. So the two of them working together is their best option. And this is also why Ferelith's eyes are yellow and why when she uses certain spells, her eyes turn black and her yellow irises glow.

The two are comrades, scholars working together for one common goal. They look out for each other. And even pick up certain personality traits from the other. Fian is more than just a voice in her head, he is a presence. Imagine the constant feeling of someone hovering over you, their hands an inch away from your shoulders. Imagine that but in an oddly comforting way. And that is what it's like for Ferelith to be connected to Fian.

Fian can go away. And in the game, he does. The worm affects how Ferelith and Fian communicate, making it difficult for the connection to stay strong. So that first room? Yeah, he hides in it when he doesn't want to deal with the worm. It's like having an annoying neighbor that won't shut up or move out. And the landlord doesn't have a choice but to let them stay. I mean, unless they want to just destroy that whole room. Removing the worm could also mean damaging the connection to Fian. It's tricky, the mind.

But anyway, that's the cool thing about Fian. I like him a lot. He doesn't speak often and it's usually in one to three word sentences. He's sarcastic. And chill. And he looks out for Ferelith. Late game Ferelith also begins to grown antlers, similar to her patron. Her spells are usually enchantment/nature based. So manipulation of the mind and earth.

[vulpeskorsak]

Day 4 of Whumptober 2022: I am alive! *art in the end

Day 4 of Whumptober 2022!

No. 4 DEAD ON YOUR FEET

Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can’t Pass Out

Victor is my human fleshsmith inventor (KibblesTasty Homebrew class) from a long-running DnD adventure. Otty is an adorable gnome assistant from his backstory. This is the most important episode from his backstory which sent him on his adventure which led him to where our campaign starts.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42168351 (AO3 link)

I am alive!

He pulls with his teeth, tearing out a chunk of raw flesh, and swallows it almost without chewing. Fresh blood is already coating his face and hands, dripping down his chin onto his bare chest and below. He has been to many banquets, balls and other types of fancy upper-class parties, yet he has never felt this good while eating. This satisfied. This happy.

He shivers from the sudden cold and slowly comes to the realization that he is naked. He does not remember why that it but it hardly matters with how tasty his meal is. He digs deeper in, slashing at meat with his claws to free a small heart out of the chest. It is enough for him.

Claws? Now that is interesting. His eyes are open and can see clearly but it is as if he only now begins to notice some things.

He looks down at himself to first see his hands. For an inexplicable reason they are now clawed and completely unnaturally black up to a certain point half way up his forearm, as if badly burnt. Yet he does not feel any pain and his muscles work as intended. Their colour contrasts strongly against the pale skin above. The same seemed to have happened to his feet.

Then he notices his torso and hips which looks emaciated and even paler than normal. As his uncertain condition progressed, he spent less and less time outside, focusing on his research and experiments. The fact that he lost his tan makes sense, but this is even paler than he remembers. And he was never… rail-thin.

How long was he out?

Victor lifts his head from his meal staring at the blood-covered wall and concentrates on that thought.

He was out. Right. Something happened to him. He was sick. And then he got worse and worse. And then he completed his final surgery...

“Huh.” He says and notices that his mouth is filled with uneven sharp teeth. “I am pretty sure I died.”

The rest of his cognitive abilities seems return rapidly upon this realization.

“Oh, this is… This mean it worked! I am alive!” Victor laughs merrily cupping his own face and sliding his clawed hands down to make sure. His own voice sounds different. Not just from the difficulty speaking with this new tooth arrangement. It seems to be deeper, more guttural.

He looks closer at his own body. He is sitting on the balls of his feet and his knees over a corpse. His limbs have grown significantly longer and thinner.

He jumps up onto his feet and stumbles, unused to the extra height and body proportions. He clumsily rushes over to the full-body mirror falling and crawling over an up-turned table but finds that it has been knocked over and shattered. Still, he observes dozens of small versions of his odd new body and his toothy sharp grin. The whites of his eyes have also gone black and so did the skin around the eyes. Yet it starts to fade away after a few seconds. He can feel and see his body slowly return to his normal human self.

It is uncomfortable and slightly painful but not enough to distract him from carefully watching the changes in the biggest piece of the mirror.

His limbs shrink back to their normal length and he hears his bones creak and crunch and the black coloration recedes. His body reshuffles itself until he looks like himself again, with the exception of the rest of his skin not fully regaining its normal coloration. Getting his normal tan back would be a pain in the ass.

He sucks on his index finger, licking the blood off it, and notes that he enjoys the taste now, although it does not evoke the same excitement as it did a minute ago.

He did it. One of his reanimation methods worked. He instructed Otty on how to try all of them before his passing. One of them must have worked. She did it! Oh, he is so proud of her! And himself, of course. He did not think anything would actually work. It was all too rushed and untested.

“Otty! Sweetie!” He looks around in excitement, determined to find Otty and ask what exactly she did.

His lab is ruined. Everything that could be knocked over got knocked over. Everything that could be broken was broken. There is a hole in the tiled floor from some of the chemicals that must have mixed into a very powerful acid. Some of the papers that he used to keep on the same shelf have turned into ash. Thankfully, whatever caused the fire did not spread anywhere else and just quietly ate the papers and died down.

There is also a fresh corpse. Torn apart and half-eaten. It is small and covered in its own blood and viscera.

“Huh.” Victor mutters looking down at all the blood on himself and then back at her mutilated corpse. “That… was not something I anticipated from any of my ideas… Then again, I did not anticipate anything from them. So, the success has had… a price it seems… How curious.”

He licks another finger clean as he approaches it and crouches next to the body.

“I… am sorry this happened, little love.” He sighs studying the wounds that he inflicted. “You did very well… Thank you. I wouldn’t be alive again without you.”

He pets the clean part of her head affectionately smearing blood onto it. It is indeed extremely unfortunate. Otty has been a good friend and loyal assistant over the years. He grew to love her in a way. He will genuinely miss her, which is not something he typically does.

He wishes the reanimation did not turn him into a ravaging beast, yet it is not up to him.

Victor does not have a lot of time to grieve, nor does he want to. He can’t stay here any longer, or he might be arrested. He has promises to fulfil. He remembers now. So, he has to pack as quickly as he can and get out of town as unnoticed as he can.

He is glad he preserved a body of his height and relative proportions for this exact occasion.

“There was a horrific accident with the alchemical supplies of the clinic and it went up in flames.” Victor muses to himself imagining it becoming the talk of the town. “The good doctor and his assistant did not make it out in time and were reduced to bones and ashes by the raging fire! What a tragedy.”

[leelee120000]

My Voice: How Dungeons and Dragons Saved My Quarantine

August 6, 2020

Iwrite fiction in my spare time and have consistently for nearly eight years now. When I was very little, I used to tell my stories verbally to my friends. The theatrics of live storytelling has always been something I enjoyed. Dungeons and Dragons (D&D) feels like that. Imagine writing a story out loud, now, imagine co-writing that story alongside nine other people with a very fluid plot and rules. It’s a spectacular chaos filled with extreme highs and lows.

It’s no secret that we at the Clarion are, for the most part, big nerds. However, the general public might be unaware that back in early October of 2019, we formed an unofficial joint Dungeons & Dragons party between us and a few members of Sinclair’s Bright Signal Alliance with Clarion photographer Brian Walker as our leader. 

Our group has met weekly since, not counting the odd weekends where a majority of us were too busy to. Before quarantine, we made D20, the local D&D bar, into a second home for ourselves and added a few players outside the main groups of the Clarion and Bright Signal. (Speaking of which, support local business whenever you can right now.)

In pop culture, D&D is typically portrayed as a group of men in one of their mother’s basement. They gather around a candle-lit table covered in junk food while wearing dollar store costumes, argue over math and throw a pile of funny dice. While players do occasionally cosplay, it’s not a requirement. 

Also, the gender gap of players is greatly decreasing. Personally speaking, my own party is seven women to three men‒a relief to the common problems associated with being the only girl present. 

House games are still quite common, but now there is a growing trend of having community bars or clubs houses for players to be more social. Math in D&D is almost always a basic addition. Nobody would argue over it. A dice set is typically made up of seven dice. 

There’s the 20-side die, or D20, the 12-sided die or D12, the 10-side die or D10, the 8-sided die or D8, the six-sided die or D6 and the 4-sided die or D4. 90% of the time the only die the player uses is D20. The rest are used typically in battle, but we almost never use them all at once.

D&D isn’t as complicated as it appears at first glance. The first thing you pick is your character’s race. Note, race in D&D refers to if they are a mythological creature or humanoid, not skin tones. For example, mythological creatures include orcs, half-lings, etc. 

Next is class. Class is not an economical place, but more an occupation or defending characteristic. These include, but are not limited to, a bard, a fighter, a ranger, a wizard, a rouge, etc. 

There is a list of all the rules that apply to each race and class in the DM’s guide book. These rules are the lifeblood and launching point for your character. However, there is a lot of freedom in creating your appearance, backstory, and personality. After the group of players create their characters, they are a party.

The dungeon master, often referred to as a DM, either creates or uses a pre-created campaign for these characters to adventure forth in. They could last anywhere from three months to years. The players use their rules and earn points each time they play together in a session. Over time, the points add up, causing the players to earn levels which grant them new skills overtime.

Currently, our group is facing our biggest opponent yet – the leader of an army of shapeshifters. I have a suspension that the leader will be a multiple session fight. Our sessions are four to five hours. I am beyond excited about it, and I theorize so many things about the character in our group chat, undoubtedly giving Brian free inspiration to use later against our characters in battle. He is a good fiction writer. I’ve seen his foreshadowing of this in previous sessions.

However, the bigger reward is the friendships we’ve formed. I’m never lonely anymore with a group chat that often hits 70+ messages a day. Someone is always up to talk about life or joke about the frustrations of college. 

These friendships run deep, and I truly know that any of them would help me in a time of crisis and I would for them. It’s refreshing and probably one of the happiest things in my entire life.

The effect on my own happiness has been profound. College caused a lot of frantic changes to my life. I had to handle the change in responsibility from high school to full-time college and navigate my first paying job while fearing I would mess it up. My best friends of over a decade were suddenly gone, moved away or busy. 

It left me resentful and bitter, feeling like I was all alone again. I was terrified. Having started working at the Clarion in July 2019, I was already making fast friends with my coworkers. A D&D group seemed like a wonderful addition to my life. That was, for the first time in forever, not going 200 miles per hour with 15 extracurriculars. I didn’t know just how much I needed something like it. 

It was never a question after the quarantine began that we would find any safe way possible to continue our game. And try we did. YouTube banned our livestream for copyright. Discord crashed practically anytime more than five of us used it. (To be fair they have done a system overall after the beginning of quarantine.) Google Hangouts never wanted to work and was just as bad as it was back in 2014. Skype has zero users but is still laggy.

Zoom is currently where we house our game and seems to be our long-term solution until the world is safe again. It hurts not seeing their faces weekly. It hurts when my crappy wifi drops me from a game, but we know it is the responsible thing to do. Keeping a 5-hour weekly distraction where I force myself to try not to look at the news, work, or school. Just five hours of hearing my friends weekly have done more good for me in quarantine than I could ever understand.

LeAnne McPherson

[always-andromeda]

Glimpse of Us | Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Word Count | 1,887

Summary | Eddie wonders when you're going to give him up.

Author's Note | hey all! I wrote part of this while I was a little intoxicated after watching the new episodes, so I'm gonna blame that if any part of this is bad. I literally could not fall asleep until I got this little scenario out. so it's kind of small but also made me cry very much.

Warnings | spoilers for stranger things 4!! mentions of blood and violence, general angst, nothing else I can think of!!

You’re in his bedroom again. And he’s rubbing his nose as he looks down at the binder in his lap. Another campaign he’s working on for Hellfire, you figure. But when he hears his door creak open, all his attention is on you. That smile of his grows, beautifully crooked and all yours.

“Hey, baby.” He says fondly. Like he’d been waiting for you to get there.

Your mind is swimming in all sorts of words. You can’t make your mouth form anything substantial. It’s like all of the most vital ones are stuck to the lining of your esophagus.

Before you choke, you ask him, “Are you gonna spend all day in here?”

“It’s all I can do, sweetheart.” His reply sinks to the bottom of your stomach like an anchor. You practically drag your feet over to where Eddie sits on his bed. By the time your hands hit his comforter, you feel like you’ve walked across a desert. Mouth dry, heels aching, tongue swollen, and heart beating fast. But his touch alleviates all of it. As soon as his ringed fingers brush against your wrist, he’s bringing you closer to him.

He lays back on his bed and keeps your head right over his chest. You nestle into his side so naturally. If you were to be buried, you’d like it to be here, with your arms wrapped around his torso. You take a deep breath, glad that he doesn’t reek of the grimy desolation of the upside down.

Where did that memory come from?

No. You're not thinking of that terrible place. Instead, it’s his cheap cologne filling your nostrils. It’s his cigarette smoke and minty mouthwash that you so love the taste of on your tongue. It’s so overwhelming you almost aren't aware that his skin is ice cold. And the normally tanned skin of his hand as it lays over yours, has faded to a ghostly gray comparable to the color of his rings. He shouldn't look like that; shouldn't feel like that. You find it difficult to swallow down your horror.

“You should really let some air in here.” You manage to choke out. That sentence was familiar enough on your lips. You’d said it plenty of times, especially if he’d smoked in his room while his uncle wasn’t home. The trailer’s airflow was terrible even at the best of times. 

Your mind wanders to the air vent that you know is in the corner of Eddie’s room. A vision creeps up on you. The cover bursting open, those deadly creatures flooding the room, and Eddie attempting to shield you and Dustin with his body from the vicious attack.

His voice brings you back, “It’s not like I’d need it.”

You can’t think about his words too much. The implication makes your eyes sting and you blink hard, changing the subject, “Everyone’s asking about you.”

But this Eddie is just as relentless as he was when he was made of flesh and blood, “They still think I did it?”

This time, you’re not even sure if you know what he’s talking about. Your voice sounds meek, “Did what?” There’s a pinch at the back of your mind, something straining. It's begging to be freed from the confines of your head's ability to black it all out.

“Killed Chrissy Cunningham.” He says it simply. There’s no way you can ignore the itch now. It tears you apart, making you feel almost rabid. You don’t still live in the world where Chrissy Cunningham is a pretty, popular, and very much still alive cheerleader. Then again, you don’t even live in the world where Eddie is a suspected murderer on the run. But you can’t believe that yet.

You want to scream. How could all of those people think your Eddie is a murderer? At least the chaos of the earthquake would help him hide better. The police couldn’t possibly be following any sort of leads on his disappearance. As much as the world was in deep shit, it guaranteed that there were bigger problems than one measly murder suspect.

“Yeah. They think you’re dead too.” You say plainly, hoping it offers Eddie some comfort. You know how nervous he's been about being caught.

“That’s one thing they got right.”

The truth comes hurtling towards you, smacking you directly in the face, and not giving you a chance in hell to recover. You live in the world where it’s like Eddie never existed, save for the missing posters that people swiftly deface with the devil horns and fangs he used to taunt them with. Every time you see them, that sharp pain slices your heart.

“Stop. Absolutely not. They’ve never been right. Not about you.” You hide your face, hoping if you just bury yourself into the fabric of his Hellfire shirt it’ll simply swallow you whole. This isn’t real. None of it is real.

Eddie is silent for a little too long. It starts making you worry that you closed your eyes so tightly that it poofed Eddie from your life once more. Maybe the blackness of the back of your eyelids was a better alternative to that existence.

“When are you gonna accept it?” He says, voice seemingly closer to your ear though you haven’t felt him move. If you know anything about him, you know how he sounds when he's teasing you. You feel his hand caressing your back, up and down, encouraging the memories to leave their nest in the pit of your stomach.

“Never.” you answer firmly.

“Sweetheart…” He begins like he's actually going to chide you. Not even this version of Eddie could bear to really be upset with you, though.

You finally sit up to look at him properly. “Don’t talk to me like that.” You poke his chest with your index finger and let it fall. You can't remember a time where you've been this serious with Eddie.

“Because I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.” You struggle to speak through the lump in your throat. Playing with the hem of his shirt and studying the stitching, you notice the dirt and the long dried blood. You weren't quite sure how you'd missed it before. The deep burgundy blossoms over the once pure white fabric. It looks real enough that you're sure if you touched those spots, you could feel the tears in his skin underneath. And just below that, the molecules that could no longer function. 

Using two fingers to lift your chin from the spot you're fixated on, he brings you back up to his gaze. “You’re gonna take it one day at a time.” he says sternly. But you're too busy staring into his eyes. Did he always have those flecks of gold floating around in the muddy brown of his irises?

Eddie continues, “You’re gonna get older. You’re gonna go to college. And you’re gonna leave this hellhole in the dust. Most importantly, you’re gonna forget all about me.”

A tear pricks at the inner corner of your eye and your voice shakes, “No. I won’t. I am never going t—”

Eddie stops you dead in your tracks, holding a hand up passively, “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I’m gonna be offended. Gotta be alive for that. I’m just glad I kept you and the kid safe.” He smiled softly then. How your mind could replicate Eddie this well almost scared you. It was a reminder of how so many of your days and nights had been spent with him, wasting away the hours until you were so tired, you had no choice but to fall asleep on his chest.

Your hand cupping his cheek, you find how much you miss its warmth. “You really did a good job. You’re my hero, ya know?” you murmur.

Eddie gives a toothy grin, “You mean little old me?”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes and lightly slap his shoulder. His expression goes serious. The frozen surface of his skin could numb your fingers if you kept your hand there too long. But still, you ran your thumb down the middle of his chapped bottom lip, “I miss you.”

His reassurance comes through those blue lips, quieting any sort of sentimentality, “You’ve got better things to do than that, baby. There’s a whole world out there.” He motions towards his door, opening just a crack and swaying gently. You can hear the faint sound of wind blowing through it.

“I wish you could see it with me. I wish everyone out there could see you this way.” It's entirely true. You believe if the world only knew the Eddie that lived in your mind's eye, they could never remember him as that dangerous cult leader and murderer they painted him to be.

Eddie chuckles, “Sweetheart, you know just as well as I do that the world doesn’t look too kindly upon guys like me.”

You're rambling now, “If they knew how you were—how you are—if only they could understand even for a—”

“But you understood me?” He asks suddenly.

“Of course.” You reply tenderly.

“That’s all I ever needed.”

“No—”

Eddie interrupts you again, “I don’t need the people who spent every day despising me trying to figure me out. As long as you know who I was, that’s all that matters.” How this cruel but comforting mockery of Eddie could convince you he is right, you may never know. Maybe it’s the fact that Eddie was often right about things that insulates your own confidence in his words.

“You gonna let go soon?” The question mirrors what he'd asked you minutes before. The only difference is his tone; it's subdued and more willing to accept the answer that's already on the tip of your tongue. 

Once again, you say, “Never.”

His wet eyes sparkle as he blinks slowly. If there's anything you're grateful for, its that if you keep staring at them, it's almost like he's really still there. Still alive and abundant with life.

Laying you back down on his chest, he says, “Okay, sweetheart. You take as much time as you need. But as soon as you’re ready…that door is open. And I don’t want you wasting a second longer than you have to. Got it?”

“Yeah.” You didn't need forever here. Just a little longer; just long enough to commit him to memory. No matter how set this version of him was on you moving on, he'd always have a place in the back of your mind. He'd always be like this, reclined in his room, pulling you impossibly close to him and tracing patterns on your lower back.

“We’ll take it one day at a time,” he whispers. You close your eyes one last time.

Even when you wake up from the dream, you swear you can feel his hand, ruffling your hair at the root and threading his fingers through it. As you lie in bed, you can pretend he's still there. The most glaringly obvious hole in your imagination is the lack of his chest, subtly rising and falling beneath you. But even in the dream, you were sure you'd seen him breathe. He was merely a ghost, reflecting the bits and pieces of a man you'd never see in the flesh again.