#freak drabble

[channiesfreak]

Down Bad for Bf!Chan

text!au, bang chan x reader

warnings: fem!reader (reader referred to as girlfriend… but also papa), suggestive but not necessarily nsfw, mostly fluff

Begging your sexy beautiful future baby daddy, Channie for a selfie, he delivers.

Another stupid n short thing. Kinda fun to make these or whateva

[starsofang]

simon had a bone to pick with you. a rather big one. why in god’s name were you, his girl, going on a date with johnny? granted, you weren’t exactly his, per se, but you damn sure weren’t anybody else’s.

he wasn’t the jealous type. sure, the thought of you laughing with johnny, kissing johnny, had his blood boiling, his fists tensing with the urge to hit the closest thing, his jaw pulled taut. and maybe he had a knot in his throat and a weight in his chest, but he wasn’t jealous, no.

being jealous meant he felt threatened, and simon was not threatened. you just had to be reminded of who you belonged to, right?

you sure as hell didn’t seem to mind as he plowed into you from behind, his chest to your back, hand curled around your throat while you choked out the most obscene noises he’d ever heard.

johnny was long forgotten from your mind, wiped away so it could be refocused on only simon and the way his cock filled you to the brim, slamming into your g-spot with every angry thrust.

how could you even think that you’re anybody else’s when he’s the only one who can have you creaming on his cock, brain so fucked out you could barely utter a word besides his own name?

he wasn’t jealous. at the end of the day, he knew exactly who you belonged to and whose cock left you dumb.

[alpali]

touch starved!tobio who gets so nervous around you. he’s an absolute fucking mess when you’re sat prettily on his lap, brushing his bangs out of his face.

“Are you sure this is okay Tobi?”

He hums, he can’t trust his voice right now. You smile at him and he thinks you have to be evil. You’re dangerously beautiful, every act of yours has him hypnotized and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“I’m gonna kiss you okay?”

“Ok.” He whispers.

His lidded eyes close when your lips are on his. He stares at you for a bit then his eyes fall close. He’s honestly so overwhelmed right now.

The way your hands rake through his hair. Your lips feeling so soft and plump. How you’re sitting so perfectly on his co—

He squeezes your hips when you deliver a nip to his lip. He pulls away and stares at you a little bewildered. All flushed and pupils blown wide yet you grin at him.

You trail kisses down his cheek, jaw, focusing on his neck. He starts getting restless the longer your lips linger on his neck. He’s panting, squirming, his hands shaking.

“You feel good?” You breathe against his neck and he gasps, just eagerly nodding you. You giggle at his reaction.

So just to push him more, your tongue peaks out, gliding along his pale skin. He hisses, his hips stuttering, his grip growing tighter on your hips.

“You like that Tobi?” You wait for him to reply.

Once he finally gained the confidence to do so, you suck and suck on his Addams Apple the moment he tries to speak. It results in him letting out a guttural and breathy moan.

His mouth stayed agape, more broken whines leaving him until you feel just how warm his lap felt. Getting up from your seat on his clothed crotch, a wet patch covers his pants.

He’s beyond embarrassed but he’s still panting, an arm covering his red cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry. It just—it was to much.” He breathes out. He wears a pout, balling his fist on his pants. You laugh at his answer, pecking his cheek.

“That’s okay baby. Let me help you clean up.” You say as you’re already sinking to your knees. 

Poor baby.

He doesn’t know what’s coming.

[spidehpig]

Prison/Ex Convict Ghost

Who gets assigned a pen pal while he’s serving time. Gets assigned to someone with a pretty little name. It’s almost endearing how they send him weekly letters sharing tidbits about their life, asking him about his life and his interests. He ignores them all. Every last letter he receives he reads with his nose upturned in distaste.

It isn’t until about the 11th letter that the pen pal program finally peaks his interest… This time his little pen pal sent him a polaroid of themself. And oh aren’t they just a dime… pretty little thing smiling innocently at the camera… He could swallow you whole. Rushes to the library to snag a pen and paper and FINALLY writes you back. He won’t let a pretty bird like this get away from him. Didn’t you mention you liked to cook a few letters ago? Oh he’s smitten now. Stuffs the little polaroid picture of yourself that you sent him into his pillow case so he can sneak it out after hours and fist his cock under the scratchy prison sheets to the image of your pretty smile… Rolls his eyes when Johnny whines and asks if they can share pen pals because he got some old guy as his. He wants a pretty bird sending him sweet letters too :(

Ghost only has 3 more months.. he can’t help but ask your name and where you’re from in his letters back to you. Cataloging every last detail about you so he can find you once he gets out. Pretty little thing should have never sent him such sweet letters in prison if they didn’t want a brute showing up on their doorstep a few months later…

[superbat-love]

Diana: I think I might be attracted to this guy, you know? He just seems like a good family man.

Clark: There’s nothing more attractive than a man who is protective of his family.

Diana: [nudges him playfully] Is that what attracted you to Bruce?

Clark: Of course! One time, I walked into the cafeteria, and suddenly the whole room turned red. Out of nowhere, Bruce came charging in, bodyslammed me to the ground, and kept yelling, “Stay away from my son!”

Diana:

Clark: We rolled around on the floor for a bit until some people managed to pull him off me. Turns out he thought Dick and I were dating. Luckily, the misunderstanding was cleared up once Bruce was trapped in a Lantern ring construct, and I finally had a chance to explain everything to him. Good times.

Diana: …Wow.

Clark: That was the moment I realized just how protective Bruce is of his family. And honestly, it made me admire him even more.

Diana: Maybe we need to reevaluate our attraction to “protective family men.”

[transthatmasc]

When Cas gets back and finds out that Dean adopted a dog while he was dead he insists they get a cat too. Dean puts up a little fight cause he’s allergic, but Cas touches him on the forehead and says “not anymore” and looks so pleased when Dean relents.

Dean is beyond thrilled though because for the first time he thinks this will make sure Cas always comes back and treat the bunker like his home too.

Cas is also secretly pleased that Dean was willing to let him get a pet to live at the bunker cause he can use it as an excuse to be around more often.

Sam watches this interaction with his hand on his gun because he doesn’t know if he should kill both of them or himself. (He still goes with them to pick a cat from the local shelter. He gets a laser pointer to make the cat run in between Dean and Cas while they’re having eye sex in the library)

[bruisedfig]

fig’s masterlist .ᐟ

all my smut one shots, drabbles and fluff pieces. listed in oldest to newest fics. mdni with 18+ please .ᐟ * = p link on x

⧼ dean winchester [ supernatural ]

— one shots

⭑ dean fucking you with sam asleep in the same room 18+

⭑ dean being a sub with his gf for the first time 18+

⭑ dean winchester and his sweet little angel gf 18+

⭑ sleepy motel mornings with dean

⭑ sub!dean needing to taste your pussy 18+

⭑ dean winchester coming home to gf!reader after a hunt

⭑ grumpy!bf!dean being overprotective of baby

⭑ “do you wanna just have sex while we wait?” 18+

⭑ manhandle 18+

⭑ jealousy games 18+

⭑ dean pulling over the impala because you just can’t keep your hands to yourself 18+

— drabbles

⭑ opposites attract 18+

⭑ deepthroating dean 18+

⭑ dean winchester finding out you got a new tattoo 18+

⭑ dean winchester kink headcanons 18+

⭑ dean winchester x chubby!reader 18+

⭑ random dean and sam headcanons

⭑ dean winchester finding out his gf wears glasses

⭑ dean winchester x chubby!reader headcanons

⭑ jerking off sub!dean 18+

⭑ dean x angel!reader headcanons

⭑ loverboy!dean 18+

⭑ dean winchester x goth!gf!reader

⭑ dean winchester x reader using their safe word 18+

⭑ how loverboy!dean proposes

⭑ dean holds your hand when he’s eating you out 18+

⭑ beyond just physical / overstimming reader 18+

⭑ soft touches after a long day 18+ *

⭑ sex with older!bf!dean 18+ *

⭑ needy!dean taking care of himself 18+ *

⭑ bigdick!dean sending you a video 18+ *

⭑ older!bf!dean post sex 18+ *

⭑ dean sticking his fingers in your mouth headcanon 18+

⭑ older!bf!dean using a vibe on you 18+

⭑ dean “use me to get off” winchester 18+ *

⭑ sex with angry / angsty dean after a hunt 18+ *

⭑ car sex in the impala 18+ *

⧼ soldier boy [ the boys ]

— one shots

⭑ combat knife 18+

⭑ soldier boy can’t keep his hands out of your pants 18+

⭑ soldier boy finding your onlyfans 18+

⭑ night time bj with soldier boy 18+

⭑ soldier boy and his spit-obsessed bunny girlfriend 18+

— drabbles

⭑ “you like fuckin’ a supe?” 18+

⭑ just more one 18+

⭑ soldier boy taking your virginity 18+

⭑ soldier boy’s birthday 18+

⭑ “say it, baby. words.” 18+

⭑ soldier boy x chubby!reader 18+

⭑ soldier boy finding out his gf wears glasses 18+

⭑ soldier boy bites 18+

⭑ soldier boy x reader using their safe word 18+

⭑ soldier boy needs skin-to-skin contact 18+

⭑ soldier boy who ties your hands to the bed 18+

⭑ “can you just shut the fuck up for once?” 18+

⭑ soldier boy dumbing you down 18+ *

⭑ how soldier fucks you when he wants to you shut up 18+ *

⭑ needy and desperate sex with soldier boy 18+ *

⭑ soldier boy is obsessed with your cunt 18+

⧼ alec mcdowell [ dark angel ]

— one shots

⭑ heat 18+

— drabbles

⭑ “fuck me like you hate me” 18+

⭑ riding alec 18+

⧼ jensen ackles

— one shots

⭑ best friend’s dad!jensen 18+

࿓ after a night out

⧼ other

— one shots

⭑ sam winchester aftercare 18+

⭑ helping beau arlen relax after a stressful day at work 18+

for more lil thoughts & blurbs, scroll through “#୭ fig’s freak thoughts” on my account !! <3

thank you for reading! reblogs are appreciated! mwah!

© bruisedfig, est. 2024. please don’t steal, rewrite or reupload my writing anywhere.

[teddybeartoji]

zombie apocalypse au where you end up in a settlement and meet a cutiepie satoru. he's lived almost his entire life there – sure, he goes on runs every once in a while but you've been out there. it's different.

right?

the dark bags under your eyes have yet to fade but satoru has never heard you complain. he knows everybody gets a talk when they first come to this place; where they can get help, who they can talk to when if they have any problems. if you can't sleep. or eat. or if you still feel restless. it's understandable that the change from having to fight for your life on a daily basis to not even having to carry a gun with you is hard.

the food tastes weird when you're not starving and drinking water seems like a complete waste when you're not dying of thirst. the bed you sleep on is too soft, the sheets feel like silk and it makes your skin itch. it's off-putting.

and yet, not a single complaint has left your lips. you observe your surroundings while handing out pretty little smiles like they're candy. you say thank you and goodbye, you offer to help out with the chores that weren't even yours to begin with and you're willing to entertain the kids with silly jokes. it's an almost perfect mask.

but you're tense; your eyes are always scanning your environment despite the fact that you've been at the settlement for almost a week now. you stretch your lips to show your gratitude, but satoru sees the way your fist tightens whenever the room is too crowded. the way you pocket smaller snacks when you think that nobody is looking. the way you flinch at a faraway sound of a child's laugh.

satoru finds you utterly intriguing.

people come and go, but you... there's something different about you.

maybe it's the dark, murky look in your eyes whenever you're handling a knife. carving a piece of meat like it's something you do every day; your eyes are the only things that change – you give a small smile to the lady working next to you as a thank you for whatever kind of advice she just gave you. she pats the steak while laughing and satoru doesn't miss the way your lips twitch.

you lick the remnants of the meat that stick to your fingers, the liquid that dribbles down the side of your hand the second she turns around. and satoru can't look away.

but there's no obvious malice.

it's interesting.

satoru is no detective, but he's done his fair share of people looking. what else is there to do when you're locked behind big walls; people are interesting, especially now that the world has ended. they tick faster, they explode bigger. they shiver more, they cry more. the lies have more consequences. it's hard to trust others, it's hard to trust anybody at this point. but satoru's eyes are keen, more so than anyone else's there.

you're not some caged beast, you're no dog on a leash, but you're an animal nonetheless. satoru just doesn't know which one yet. which of the living things that reside in the woods is calm enough to get so close to other people? confident enough. arrogant enough.

which one of them is as curious as you are? as sly? which one of them knows how to hide their sharp teeth behind a warm smile? satoru promises to himself that he'll figure it out, no matter what it takes.

or maybe the 'something' is the way you handle yourself when things go south. you didn't look away when a walker that managed to slip in through the gates sank his teeth into a man's neck. when everybody else was in shock, their eyes set on the gory sight in front of them – you were the first to grab the closest thing resembling a weapon and to deal with it.

blood splattered all over your clean clothes, your hair, your face. but you paid it no mind. this is what you're used to, this is what's normal. taking a knife to the poor wailing man laying on the ground was nothing special either. you kneeled down beside him and looked him in the eyes as you did it.

desperate hands reached out for you as fear settled in his stomach. he grabbed onto the collar of your shirt and pulled you closer, pleas stumbling from his lips like a waterfall. but to you, he was dead already. there's no remorse, there's no guilt. you're not a killer, you're a survivor.

satoru's mind raced as he watched you work while all the other had turned away, their sobs barely reaching his ears. no remorse, no guilt.

he just thought the blood looked beautiful on you.

but you're keen, too.

you try not to pay him too much attention, you try not to look but you feel his curious eyes wherever you go. you hear him laugh and you see his big smiles. he likes to play with the kids and he likes to tease his peers. he seems to know just about everybody, mingling in their lives by acting like a cupid or just indulging in gossip like some high schooler.

but something rotten sprouts deep inside him as well.

there's blood on his hands and you know it the second your gazes meet from across the big dining hall. the corners of his eyes crinkle and his dimples make a show as he gives you a grin, sharp teeth shining right at you. he knows you and you know him.

a survivor always recognizes a survivor.

[fandomfloozy]

nsfw mdni

watching jason todd work on his motorcycle be like...

jason: what?

y/n: just lookin'

jason: you look like you got something to say

y/n: [shakes head] mm-mm

jason: you sure?

y/n: ...well...

jason: tell me

y/n: mmmm... no, it's too embarrassing

jason: pfft. you? embarrassed?

y/n: perish the thought

jason: so lay it on me

y/n: oh, i'll lay something on you

jason: babe...

y/n: jaybird, i don't mean to be crass but--

jason: sweetheart, just spit it out--

y/n: i wanna suck your dick so bad

jason: ...

jason: /////// jesus christ...

~°•*~

A/N: something about a man all greased up and sweaty while working on machinery uwu

[leona-hawthorne]

circus!freak mattheo seeing reader sword swallowing

and like... blowjob after??? you see the vison???

⊹ ࣪ ˖ giving circus freak!mattheo a blowjob after a performance

warnings ; 18+ mdni, fem reader, oral m!recieving, throatfucking, praise

₊⊹ navigation ; circus freak!mattheo ; au’s ; m.list

the moment you stepped off the stage, wiping the back of your hand across your lips, you knew.  

mattheo’s eyes had been on you the entire time—watching, waiting. the second your routine ended, he was already moving, cutting through the backstage chaos like a blade through silk.  

“you’ve got a filthy little talent, don’t you?” his voice was a low murmur against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “swallowing swords like that.”  

you didn’t need to look at him to know the expression he wore—that slow, wolfish grin, dark eyes glinting with something wicked.  

“whatever you’re thinking, don’t.” you tossed him a glance, feigning exasperation, but the heat pooling between your thighs betrayed you.  

mattheo only chuckled, his fingers ghosting over your wrist before curling around it. his grip was firm, not enough to drag you, but enough to make sure you followed when he pulled you past the velvet curtains, deeper into the shadows of the empty tent.  

“you already know what i’m thinking,” he said, backing you against one of the towering support beams, the scent of fire oil and sweat clinging to his skin.  

his hand tipped your chin up, thumb pressing against your bottom lip.  

“so show me,” he murmured.  

next thing you knew, your knees were aching against the cold wooden floor, but you barely noticed. all you could focus on was mattheo’s cock—thick and heavy on your tongue, pulsing against your lips as he guided himself deeper, fingers wrapped tight in your hair.  

“fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, his head dropping back against the post. his grip tightened, a silent command. “look at you. my good little freak, taking me so well.”  

you whimpered at the praise, at the way his voice dropped lower, rougher.  

his other hand slid down to your throat, fingers curling around the sides—not squeezing, just holding, just feeling how his cock stretched you from the inside.  

“feel that?” he murmured, pressing down just enough to make your head swim. “feel how deep you’re taking me?”  

you tried to nod, but the movement only made him groan, his hips twitching forward.  

“you can take more.”  

he didn’t wait for permission.  

his grip in your hair turned ruthless, guiding your head until your nose brushed against the sharp line of his hips. your throat protested, spasming around him, but he only groaned, his grip on your neck tightening slightly.  

“there we fucking go,” he growled. “that’s my girl.”  

tears pricked your eyes as he held you there, cock buried to the hilt, waiting until your throat relaxed around him before he pulled back.  

he didn’t let you breathe for long.  

his thrusts were slow at first, teasing, his grip forcing you to take it how he wanted. the control made your skin burn, your thighs pressing together as wetness pooled between them.  

“knew you’d be good at this,” he murmured, his fingers slipping down to drag over your cheek, smearing spit and precum across your flushed skin. “so fucking eager to please.”  

you moaned around him, making his cock throb.  

“fuck,” he groaned. “bet you’re soaking yourself right now. bet i could shove my hand between those pretty thighs and find you dripping.”  

you clenched at his words, heat flooding your stomach.  

“messy little thing,” he murmured, watching spit drip down your chin. “gonna have to clean you up when we’re done.”  

his hips snapped forward sharply, pushing himself back down your throat, making you gag.

mattheo groaned at the sound, his fingers tightening in your hair.  

“fuck—that’s it. choke on it, love. show me how well you can take it.”  

trust.  

that’s what he always talked about. what he demanded.  

and right now, with his hand tight in your hair, his cock stretching your throat, your body entirely at his mercy—you trusted him.  

you couldn’t breathe. could only let him use you how he pleased, his cock sliding deep, over and over, until your vision blurred. and it felt good.

his groans grew rougher, his grip almost painful, his pace turning brutal.  

“shit—gonna come,” he warned, voice strained.  

you hummed in response, making his hips stutter.

warmth flooded your throat as he spilled into your mouth, his hips shuddering, his curses breaking into breathless laughter as he watched you swallow every drop.  

his hand slid up to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking over your cheek as he watched you swallow.  

when he finally pulled back, you gasped for air, your lips slick, eyes glassy.  

mattheo crouched down to your level, his fingers tilting your chin up while his other wrist rested on his knee.

“open,” he murmured.  

you obeyed, sticking out your tongue just enough to show him you’d taken everything.  

his smirk was filthy.

“good fucking girl.”

© leona-hawthorne 2025. please do not copy, translate or repost any of my writing.

[channiesfreak]

Chan and his puppy girl

warnings : puppy play (obvi), gentle dom!chan, a lil anal play, obvi 18+, reader has a pussy and referred to w fem terms.

word count: 387, a true drabble

Chan loves himself a dumb puppy girl. Loves when you let your guard down, give in to your most primal instincts, and let him take care of you even if it’s just every once in a while. After all, it can be difficult for him to let himself truly take on a dominant persona, especially when he has you so vulnerable during moments of intimacy. He doesn’t like being or feeling angry, even if it’s just for play, but he loves nurturing and protecting. That’s why, when you text asking if the two of you can ‘play tonight?’ a gentle smile creeps onto his face and he feels right at home.

(smut under cut)

His dumb puppy girl dragging around her big stuffed animal tells him exactly what you need tonight. He calls it a chew toy just to see you blush and squirm, but he isn’t too far off. You always get so drooly and messy when you get like this. Especially when he lets you rut down in his lap like a bitch in heat, slobbering all over the fur of your chew toy. It’s easy to coax out of your mouth, especially when he is letting you mouth at his neck instead.

“Hm? Puppy is needy tonight, huh?” The soft lilt of his voice as he coos does nothing to help the fog in your head or the heat between your legs. After all, this was just meant to be an innocent cuddle session but he knows dumb puppies don’t know how to mind themselves. And he really really isn’t mean, but he doesn’t mind grabbing you by the scruff of your neck and hoisting you back when your teeth start scraping at his neck. A stern “no biting” is enough to have your tail tucking between your legs.

Speaking of, he definitely is the type to put a tail butt plug in you!! Face down, ass up, blubbering into the mattress as he works lubed fingers into your ass. He coos lovingly and uses his other hand to rub gently over your drooly pussy. “Your cunt miss me that much? Don’t worry I’ll fill you up soon?” And a kiss to your shoulder blade before finally working the plug into place. Makes you wag your tail while he has you folded over, just because he can. <3

Once again, yapping to yap. :) not proof read literally just spat this out in my notes app n thought I should share

[softaestluv]

Simon Riley who’s filthy, nasty, dirty, disgusting.

Simon Riley who likes when you come home from working out, sweaty, a mess, salty, and drenched.

Simon RIley who likes when you haven’t taken a shower in two days. When your smell is nasty, pungent, and penetrating. Strong and stinging.

Simon Riley who insists you don’t shower when he comes home from a mission, wants you reeking of your natural odors, so he can lick the fucking smell clean, suck the scent clean off your delicate flesh and replace it with his smell, his claim.

Simon Riley who likes when your pussy tastes salty, bitter, and balmy on his tongue after a days worth of work, when he eats you out after a particularly long mission, missed the way you melted on his tongue, delicious and tangy.

[esvcort]

cw: 18+ content, penetration, caleb fucks you while he's on the phone!, not beta read i'm too horny for that, that's literally it idek

caleb would answer an important phone call concerning matters of the farspace fleet while he's legit balls deep inside of you.

bro has your legs resting on his shoulders while pistoning his thick cock over and over, fucking your cervix to oblivion and you just hear him talking in that colonel voice about a report on their last mission.

you are literally fighting for your life trying to stay quiet because you're getting dicked down so good that it has your whole body shaking, and this asshole has the audacity to fucking chuckle at your state while he keeps thrusting his stupid cock inside you.

likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[kitchen-spoon]

Steve who finishes hair school in Indianapolis then moves to LA because he wants to do hair for movies.

He can’t find a job on a film set right away so in an attempt to get closer to the industry he starts booking at home hair drying & styling through an app.

When he starts its mostly older rich ladies who book him before dinners with their husbands business partners or soirées with their girlfriends. It reminds him a bit too much of his own mother but he pushes that aside in hopes that one day he gives the right rich lady an at home blow out.

That day comes but it isn’t a rich lady. Instead cut to Chrissy manager of newly famous up and coming band corroded coffin, desperate and scrambling. It was the day the band was meant to be shooting their music video for their latest single but the hair stylist they booked called in sick that morning. Out of desperation Chrissy gets on the app and hires Steve. He has 4 stars and over 20 positive reviews and she is running out of options.

Steve sees the name chrissy and sees its for a music video and assumes he is going to be doing some fun bouncy youthful hair for an up and coming pop star. Imagine his shock when heavily pierced and tattooed lead singer of corroded coffin Eddie Munson sits down in his chair with his curly birds nest of hair. Steve does his job though, detangling and defining Eddie’s curls. Steve is even more shocked though, when it turns out Eddie is actually super sweet and…kind of charming? He might even be flirting?

Steve is unsure through the whole day and all of the touch ups he does. There is plausible deniability to all the light touches and brushing against one another that happens. Until the end of the day when Eddie comes to him looking frustrated. Instantly Steve’s stomach drops, he seemed happy with the style all day! If he didn’t like it why film a whole music video with it?

“Steve.” Eddie stops in front of him. “Look, I’m just gonna be blunt.”

Steve’s eyes go wide and he clears his throat, “uh, yeah sure go for it.”

“Am I an idiot who has been flirting with a straight guy all day?” Eddie asked.

All the air left Steve’s lungs, he couldn’t help the small wheeze that escaped him. “No you haven’t I- god Eddie.” Steve started giggling with relief, he even felt a little dizzy with it. “I’ve been trying to keep it together all day, thinking I was delusional and you were just really nice.”

“Oh,” it was Eddie’s turn to widen his eyes. Then a huge smile broke out in his face. “No delusions there, I was definitely flirting with you all day.” He paused taking one of his curls between his hands and separating it causing it to frizz. “And uh, would love to keep flirting with you over dinner tonight…if you’re interested?”

Steve smiled reaching forward taking the curl from Eddie. He began smoothing it back together and smiled warmly. “I’d love to.”

[undreaming-fanfiction]

The Corroded Coffin used to think they'd be the new Metallica or Judas Priest. But where their passion and hard work never lacked, their big break just never came.

What did come, however, was an unexpected change of their career path.

It started innocently enough - they went through yet another failed meeting with recording studios, they'd travelled pretty far and it was for nothing. Instead of going back to Hawkins and risking another one of Eddie's road rages, they decided to break into an abandoned house and drink their sorrows away.

That is, until their empty bottles started collecting themselves, something invisible touched Gareth's shoulder and the dusty floor started showing written messages.

Jeff wanted to flee. Gareth to faint. But Eddie and Freak just shrugged. Eddie gestured towards the approximate ghost location and said "by the power of I don't give a shit anymore, I compel you to sit down and stop it, we'll clean the bottles when we leave tomorrow."

The rattling stopped. There was a moment of silence when the Corroded Coffin actually thought it had worked, but then the ghost overcame its shock and physically threw Eddie, his bandmates and their things out.

They sat on the wet grass for a while and contemplated their whole exitence. Eddie was pretty shaken about the whole thing because he'd just managed to royally piss off a ghost and lived to tell the tale. But apart from absolutely terrifying...it was also fun?

And his friends seemed to think the same. Jeff patted his shoulder and said: "not bad for a first touch with the unknown, huh?"

They stayed in the area and tried again. They decided to tape over their promotional video - not so great, they had to admit after rewatching it - and started documenting their ghostly encounters. And maybe it was just the timing, maybe it was their interactions and personalities, but it worked. They showed some of their tapes to a local TV station and they got a cautious yes, more than they ever had with their music.

They got assigned a small crew, Fred with a camera and Chrissy for sound, wrote their own episodes and did plenty of research. And they got to try quite a lot of different approaches with their ghostly friends. Eddie was amazing at taunting the ghosts, making them appear if there were any present. Gareth had a wonderfully calming presence, managing to save the CC's ass several times. Jeff was the brains, he made sure they'd always know the history of the house and the probable identity of the ghost. And Freak decided to dabble in the occult sciences with a terrifying precision. There could never be enough salt in Eddie's van for all the circles he made.

It all went well until they learned of the Creel House in Hawkins. They went there, did their research and before entering the house, they ordered some pizza for dinner. They assumed it would be over by midnight, thinking it was just another sad story of an unresolved murder, but the ghost of Henry Creel was out for blood.

Oh, and he also controlled the spiders of the house. That was new.

To set the scene: The crew had fled the house about an hour ago. Eddie was crouching behind an old table, blocking Henry's barrage of kitchen knives, shouting "IS THIS THE BEST YOU'VE GOT?!". Gareth was behind the table with Eddie, but he went more into the wailing territory with "I DON'T THINK THIS WILL HELP YOU MOVE ON, HENRY!". Jeff had blocked himself in the pantry and kept trying to identify the triggering moment - "I think he's re-enacting the murder of his mother, guys! Does that help?!" (it doesn't). And Freak gave up on salt circles and was now tossing handfuls of salt around the house with a questionable technique but unwavering determination.

Suddenly, a car horn.

Then, a bitchy male voice: "Are you coming to get your pizza or what? I have other customers to get to!"

Eddie gritted his teeth as Henry added heavy pans to the mix and hit his shoulder. "We're a little busy surviving here! Ask Chrissy to pay you!"

There was a muffled and annoyed "ugh" from behind the door and then: "Is it Henry again?"

Eddie just blinked. Gareth was more ready to answer: "Sure is! He's not a fan of our exorcism!"

And the pizza guy didn't leave. He just huffed and said something that sounded suspiciously like "amateurs".

Eddie wanted to punch him.

But before he could do that, the front door opened. Gareth held his breath, half expecting a sound of knives hitting their target.

Instead, they heard a few more steps and then: "What the fuck, Henry?!"

A faint whispering reached their ears, but they couldn't decipher it. But the pizza guy could.

"I don't care they didn't get your permission, Henry. Yeah, it's annoying, but what are you going to do? If more people die in this house, it's going to get demolished. You know that. Yeah, I know the house is old, but it's great for your spiders, right? They'd be homeless. Do you want to make your spiders homeless, Henry?"

They dared to peek from behind the table, and Eddie had to pinch himself. Because in the middle of the dusty dining room stood one of the prettiest young men Eddie had ever seen, hands on hips and arguing with something invisible.

The man completely ignored them.

"That's what I thought. Now, apologize. No, they can't hear you, so get creative."

All four CC members stared as words formed in the spilled salt: "SORRY".

The pizza guy seemed to be pleased. "Good job, Henry. Now, let me get them out of here and I promise I'll get the Party to bring you some new spiders when they capture them outside, yeah? Three knocks, slide them in a glass behind the door. Got it. Take care, Henry."

Only then did he look at Eddie and the others and frowned. "That's your cue to leave. Get your stuff and go, now." And as they were quickly collecting their scattered notes and recording equipment, he added: "and say goodbye when leaving. Don't be rude."

Four rushed "Bye, Henry!" and "Sorry, Henry"s later, the Corroded Coffin was standing on the grass outside, feeling the setting sun on their skin and smelling fresh pizza. Gareth promptly paid for the delivery, and everyone proceeded to thank their mysterious savior.

"I'm Steve," he said after they'd all expressed their thanks, "and you're stupid. Do you really do this without anyone who sees and hears them? Do you just stumble blindly into haunted houses for a fun and stabby time?"

Eddie had to swallow down a very bitchy response of his own. "Sorry to stroke your ego even more, pretty boy, but a man of your talents is hard to come by."

And Steve, to Eddie's massive shock, just cocked his head and fluffed his hair, probably out of habit, but damn. "Well, consider yourself lucky because I'm open to job offers," he said with a wink that brought Eddie back into his teenage fantasies. "You need someone like me, and I assume you pay better than pizza delivery. Do you?"

Turns out, their producer was willing to get one more person on board, especially when they finished processing the leftover footage from the Creel house.

Steve was an amazing addition. He was snarky, self-confident, easy to look at and most of all, he was fun and compassionate. Watching him communicate with ghosts of kids and help them move on made Eddie's icy heart melt.

But one day they were on a site of an unfortunate teenage death, Steve was chatting with the ghost of a 17 year old girl like they'd known each other for ages, he was laughing, cracking jokes, and then:

"No, he hasn't kissed me yet."

Eddie turned around on his heel and stared at Steve, snickering to himself and talking to a misty figure next to him. And worst of all, they were both staring right at Eddie.

"Hasn't even asked me out, no. You'd think he'd be interested, but I guess I'm doing something wrong."

And Eddie's head short-circuited, and all the repressed fantasies from nights next to Steve in their trailer came back with vengeance. He howled and threw himself at Steve, kissing him right on that bitchy mouth. "Doing something wrong?! Steven Harrington, those shorts of yours are doing everything right, but how about you say something, huh?!"

Steve returned the kiss to the cheering of the CC guys, Chrissy's clapping and Fred's disgusted noise, and shrugged when they broke apart. "I knew you'd get it, eventually. Oh, and Heather?" he turned to the ghost. "You're the best wingwoman ever, in this life and after."

Four good things came from this ghostly encounter:

After the kiss, Gareth finally gathered enough courage to ask Chrissy out. She said yes.

The episode with Heather became the most watched episode of the CC's show.

Steve and Eddie remained in an equally blissful and teasing relationship for the rest of their lives.

And finally...

The TV station decided to design official merch for the CC's show: incredibly short shorts that said on the backside: "DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT".

[after-the-end-times]

Eddie sees the photo of The Party from the Halloween of '84 and freaks out about them all being babies! By the time he met them, they were all highschool aged supernatural veterans! Not those little children! Where was Steve?!

He storms over to Steve's and rants about how he just saw the baby!Dustin who took on demogorgons and the government! What was he doing involved in that!? Did Steve know?? How can he keep bitching at Dustin for his attitude, when it's no wonder he's like that! And how can he continue giving him shit when he now knows what little pre-teen Dustin looked like??? He's a baby!

And Steve sits there on the couch watching Eddie pace around the room, waving his hands around to accentuate his points. Steve's kinda glad someone else is having this freakout, he had to have his alone after they finished off the demodogs. Steve sipped at his pop and wondered when exactly Eddie breathed.

On one of Eddie's spins back toward him, Steve picked up the bowl of popcorn he'd been eating before Eddie got there, and held it out to him. Eddie grabbed it and plopped down next to Steve, quiet for the first time in 20 minutes. He grabbed a fistful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth, wide eyes staring straight ahead into a existential crisis.

"You've asked me a million times why I don't set down my foot more often and say no to doing whatever he asks." Steve finally says. "This is why. He was already a supernatural veteran when I helped him with his little demo pet. So now, I don't know, I just want to make sure there's something he doesn't have to worry about.

And I know he thinks I'm just a dumb push over. But it's really because he's just a kid. And I'm the adult. And someone needs to make sure he stays a kid. 'Cause yeah. Maybe he looked like a baby at 12, but he's still a kid now. So welcome, Eddie, to the Protect the Kids' Childhood club. We can be co-presidents."

He finished his speech leaning into Eddie's space, smiling at him, and holding a hand out for Eddie to shake. Eddie just looked at him, eyes boring into Steve's as he turned on the couch so he could slide his hand into Steve's, holding it still.

"I'll be your co-president, Steve Harrington. As long as I can also be the one to remind you that you were also just a teenager when this all started. Maybe we can go do something fun together...without the kids."

Steve crooked a smile at him, running his thumb over Eddie's knuckles. "Soooo, like a date?"

Eddie sucked in a breath as a blush spread across his cheeks. "I- Would that- I mean- Are you- Hahaha ok."

Steve chuckled. "Ok. Let's go. I have this rental for another night, so why don't we go to the theater? See something new? Their popcorn's better anyway."

He stood, pulling Eddie up, officially ending their first meeting of the Protect the Kids' Childhood club and officially beginning their first date of the rest of their lives.

gif of baby!Dustin beneath the cut