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First Time With Someone Like You…

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader, brief mentions of Billy x reader

Word count: roughly 10.1K

Eddie and his girlfriend finally put a label on it at last and now they’re feeling ready to take another new step together.

Warnings: NSFW (Minors do not interact), oral (f receiving), protected p in v sex, mentions of kinky shit but no kinky shit, reader’s first time having sex, inexperienced reader, terms of endearment (baby, pretty girl, sweetheart), AFTERCARE INCLUDED BECAUSE YES, fluffy sweet sex. 

Author’s note: I got a message the other day from @wdsara48 sending some very sweet thoughts about Bumpy Ride which is my other NSFW piece currently published and asking if I had ever written Eddie with an inexperienced reader and yes I have! This is that piece! It's again part of the same longer work that most of my Eddie stuff is from! Anyway it's on the longer side and I hope you all enjoy!

The Hideout was never a big spot, never drew a big crowd, but recently Corroded Coffin had managed to get a bigger gig - a going away party for a good friend of Gareth’s. The group had all banded together in order to make sure their setlist was flawless, down to a t, and needless to say, it had paid off. 

Corroded Coffin had just finished their rendition of “Jessie’s Girl”, which had left the crowd more than satisfied and their pockets heavier than usual as they began packing up their belongings. Music blared over the speakers, although it was nothing compared to them live. Eddie was also a little stoked on the premise that his girlfriend was here - something that always made him excited. Up until this point, they had never said the words to each other and had never put an official title on it but now…tonight they were ready to introduce her to the band as the girlfriend. People were still laughing and talking, but Y/N and her friend Jude who she had come with weren’t quite ready for the party to be over.

 “Hey Y/Nnnnnn”, Jude sang as they ran up and poked their friend. “Jonathan’s going to drive Nancy, Robin, and I home. Do you want to come?” 

“Oh,” Y/N said as she looked between her friend and the boy she was now thrilled to call her boyfriend, before shaking her head, “Thank you but…I think I have other plans. I appreciate it though! Have fun! And be safe!” She tacked on to the end despite herself. Jude engulfed her in one last hug. 

“You little freak “ they whispered, before heading out the door with the rest of their friends. Eddie was closing his guitar case and walked over to the bar to collect a few last donations people had left for the band. Once he gathered his money, he smiled and jogged to Y/N.

“Hey you”, he looked down at her. 

“Hey there yourself,” she laughed as she took one of his hands into hers, “You put on a remarkable show Munson. Really.” He blushed.

“What can I say?,” He took a pause before asking, “Seriously, what can I even say to you right now? I’m getting so distracted.”

“Maybe brief introductions to your bandmates who I don’t know and then…” Y/N had to take a little breath to gain the courage to ask, “We go back to yours?” Eddie looked into her eyes with disbelief. He grabbed her hand and started fiddling with her fingers out of nerves.

“For sure, yeah. They’ve been dying to meet you”, he said absent-mindedly, as he pulled her over to the boys sitting on the stage. “Hey fellas, there’s someone I want for you to meet”, Eddie beamed. Y/N stood at his side, his hand still in hers as she gained the attention of his bandmates. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m Eddie’s girlfriend.” God did it feel good to say it at last. The band stood in stillness. 

This stillness lasted for eternity. 

Gareth and Jeff looked at each other, trying too hard to hide their smile. Finally, Harrison broke the silence.

“Wow…” he cleared his throat. “ That’s… excuse me….that’s really cool.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to finally meet this girl that Eddie hasn’t been able to shut up about, since the beginning of summer,” Jeff reached out to shake her hand. Y/N let go of Eddie’s hand to return it only for Eddie to take the free hand on the other side of her with a little squeeze.

“It’s equally as nice to meet his wonderful bandmates at last,” Y/N said, returning the hand squeeze with one of her own. 

“Honestly we thought he was making you up,” leaned Harrison, who leaned on the mic stand in order to properly shake his head. 

“Oh really?” Y/N laughed as she looked at Eddie, “He made me sound too good to be true?” 

“You would not believe it. He said you were hotter than Phobe Caits,” Jeff laughed. “Which you actually are,” Eddie turned to face Jeff with a look on his face that spelled out danger, “Respectfully,” Jeff modified with his hands up in the air.

“No one is actually hotter than Phobe Caits,” Y/N said with a smile, “But I appreciate the compliment. Well, I don’t mean to keep you all from cleaning up, let me know if I can help but if not, I’ll just wait until you’re done.” 

“Hey, no worries at all. Just enjoy the music, we’d be happy to give you a ride home,” Harrison said. 

“Considering that I am the one that drove you gentlemen here, I’ll be the one to offer,” Eddie said with a hint of agitation in his voice. He faced Y/N and winked. “The ride offer is also extended to you. We won’t be very long. Right men?”

“Right,” they barked. Y/N decided to let them work and headed to take a seat at the bar until they were done packing up, enjoying the people still partying around her. It wasn’t very long at all before Eddie slid up next to her.

“Hey,” he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, “Just so you know I didn’t do anything tonight. Like, I’m sober. In case you wanted a ride home. Scout’s honor,” he smiled and put up his hand. “And I am totally down for if you want to come over, but if you….” he faded.

“I really would like to if you want,” Y/N said softly, “I am sober too. I had half a drink and called it quits and…I want that but only if you do.” 

“Legendary,” he chuckled. He took her hand. “By the way, my van smells like armpits because of those little shits. Just so we’re clear,” he led her to the door of the bar. He took her hand and led her out of the bar and towards his van parked at the very edge of the parking lot.

“And the smell of weed?” Y/N teased completely as she enjoyed their hands swinging back and forth together. 

“Yeah…that’s me,” he chuckled as they got closer to the car. “You don’t mind it too much?”

“It’s ok, I’ll just have to sit closer to you since I like the smell of your cologne,” she smiled, making his heartbeat pick up.

“Damn,” he opened the car door for her, and offered his help, “you’re making me feel like a princess tonight.” 

“Simply trying to return the favor since you always make me feel that way,” she beamed at him as she got in the car before the rest of the band brought their stuff out and began loading it in. He shut the door gently behind her and continued to hold her hand through the window. He kissed her hand gingerly and then simply leaned against the rearview mirror, gazing at her. He completely ignored his band’s cries for help and complained. He just sat and looked at her. 

“Nice view?” She asked without looking at him. He said nothing. He lost his smile. His face turned into something else. Before Y/N knew it, he was kissing her more passionately and carefully than she had ever been kissed. 

“EDDDDIIIIIEEEEE” the band cried together. He parted from her regretfully and took one last look in her eyes before he continued onto the driver's side. Y/N was absolutely breathless as she processed it with all her fingertips coming up to trace over her lips. Eddie was opening the driver’s side door before she knew it and she had long forgotten his bandmates were present.

“Do me a favor baby and buckle up,” he said as he reached over and buckled Y/N’s seatbelt for her before not buckling his own, “it’s gonna be a bit of a rough ride.” 

“Hey Eddie, are there seat belts back here?” asked Harrison.

“Nope.” Eddie turned on the ignition and pulled out of the space, “Clench your butt cheeks to the seats and shut the hell up!”

Eddie drove as recklessly as possible, having absolutely no regard for the safety of his fellow bandmates… only becoming careful when he remembered Y/N was in the car. 

“Get out” he would say as he pulled up to their house. 

“I had fun Eddie,” they would say sheepishly.

“Out!”

Finally, when the last member had been dropped off, Y/N could watch the tension leave Eddie’s shoulders. 

“They’re good friends, huh?” She asked. 

“They are,” Eddie pulled his van into reverse and sped off the road towards his castle, “They’re young and can be idiots though.”

The pair fell into a comfortable silence until Eddie deemed that as usual, he had something more he needed to say.

“I am beyond proud to be your boyfriend,” He started making Y/N smile, “But I think, for your sake, we should come up with some kind of protocol. I’m not sure if you’d want anyone else to know that we were dating. It could ruin your reputation.” Y/N looked over at him as he drove, processing for a minute. 

“Respectfully, Eddie, I don’t care about my reputation. But…I do understand if you care about yours,” she said honestly, “I mean having me as your girlfriend kinda ruins the scary guy who hates everyone thing you’ve got going.” 

Eddie shook his head and gripped her thigh tighter. “Believe me, if I had things my way I wouldn’t be thought of as scary. People just fear what they can’t understand. And for everyone else in this dumb hick town, I am an enigma.” He pulled into a lot that had multiple trailers and drove slowly. He pulled up to his Uncle’s trailer and turned off his headlights. “I’m saying that it could be potentially dangerous for you. You could be the target of a lot of hate and gossip. Just promise me you will think about this….” Y/N felt her heart break for him just a tiny bit as she looked at him. Taking his face into her hands and turning her to look at him she nodded.

“I will. I promise,” she placed a soft kiss on his cheek which made him melt, “Thank you for taking care of me.” 

“I got you,” He murmured softly, “Always.” Y/N beamed as she leaned over and kissed him on the lips gently before pulling away. He let out a light giggle before he practically leapt out of the car and scurried to open her door for her. “M'lady," he offered her his hand. She giggled as she took it and allowed him to help her out of the car, shutting the door behind her. 

“Thanks, Eddie.” 

“It’s actually Sir Eddie, to be precise, Lady L/N '', he led her to the front door, puffing his chest out to be the most chivalrous version of himself that he could be. 

“Yes sir,” Y/N said with a laugh as she headed up the steps to stand beside him. Hearing this gave Eddie superhuman strength and he bounded up the stairs to open the door for him. Good to note, Y/N thought to herself.

“Just so you know, my Uncle works nights and I think he’s staying with his girlfriend tonight,” Eddie opened the door and bowed to let her in first. 

“That’s probably for the best,” Y/N said as she stepped inside. She admired the place, the hats that lined the walls, the countertop filled with stuff, and how warm it felt instantly, the warm lighting making her feel at ease. “I mean… never mind,” she cut herself off and stepped fully inside, pushing nerves and fear of saying the wrong thing aside.

“Sorry about the mess,” Eddie said as he moved some things here and there as Y/N continued to take it all in. She thought for a split second he maybe hadn’t heard her remark from before but as he turned to her she knew he had, “And don’t make me laugh. You know what we’re about to do”, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the left of the trailer into the far right room. “This is me”, he opened the door for her, revealing his bedroom. 

“Wow,” Y/N said, admiring how eclectic it was. The walls were crammed with stuff and despite things being fairly clean, she could tell the place was usually messy. 

Maybe I wasn’t the only one hoping for this, Y/N thought as she looked around, admiring the photos and band posters as she stepped all the way into Eddie’s room, missing that he closed the door behind and leaned against it as he watched her. Without thinking much about it she pointed to the blank spot on the wall which was remarkably out of place with the rest of the decor. 

“For your guitar?” She asked. 

“Oh yeah!” He nodded as he took a step off the wall, his eyes trained on Y/N, “You should meet her sometime. Her name’s Roxie and she has the clarity of an angel. But she’s out in the van and…. I don’t feel like she’s my main focus right now”, he grabbed her waist and pulled her in so that her back was pressed against his chest drawing a gasp from her as he moved her hair to expose her neck to him, “No offense Roxie,” he whispered before placing a kiss on Y/N’s neck softly and delicately to test the waters.

“Very respectful of you to leave her in the van when having another woman over,” Y/N teased as she leaned into him, head tilting back to rest on his chest, giving him permission to continue. He smirked and complied leaving another, and another. 

“She’s a strong and independent woman. I guess I have a type”, he said as his hands slid down her waist, giving a little squeeze to her hips. “I’d never leave you in a car though, to be clear,” Y/N laughed out loud as she slipped off her jacket. 

“I appreciate it,” She said as she turned to face him. “Eddie, I just want to say if you have any hesitati-”. He picked her up between her legs and threw her on the bed. She would have bounced but before she could Eddie wrapped his arms around her thighs, effectively pinning her hips down as he looked at her from between her legs, kneeling on the ground still. He looked at her for a moment before confessing with a sigh, “I’m hesitating like crazy.”

“Because…?” Y/N prompted as she sat up just a bit to be closer to him. He grabbed her wrists and threw them back on the mattress, positioning himself comfortably on top. He paused and looked at her for a moment before his expression shifted and he let out a sigh as he sat up to kneeling, leaning back on his hands. 

“I…I’m gonna be honest here and vulnerable and stuff,” he said, trying to keep his demeanor casual but Y/N could tell he was being serious, “But I’ve never been with someone I actually care for in the way I care about you. Most people want to hook up with me - get the town freak’s dick, learn a bit about themselves so they can get off, and leave - and that’s fine but…I guess I’m worried that since I’ve never been with anyone I cared about beyond wanting to learn…well stuff…I won’t compare to Hargrove,” he said with a little look down before shaking his head, “Which is stupid I know-”

“I wouldn’t know what Billy is like,” Y/N cut him off as she sat up. Eddie looked at her and raised a brow. 

“But you…” Eddie’s eyes went wide as he looked at her, “You and Billy never did it?”

“Nope,” Y/N said, not meeting his eyes, “We did not…we just…made out a couple of times…” His expression changed, it lightened. 

“Oh,” he slowly rubbed the sides of her thighs back and forth. “So… and correct me if I’m wrong. This would be your first?”

“Yes,” She said, looking at him because if she couldn’t admit to him she wanted him to be her first she didn’t deserve to have him as such, “It would be.” He leapt up with a drive she knew only from days when he was really pumped for Hellfire. 

“Well, then this is ALL WRONG”, he paced back and forth looking for something. “Hmmm.” He stopped when he saw his stereo. “Well, we obviously need music,” he smirked and bolted to his cassette shelf, diving in and throwing random tapes on the wall. 

“No! Seriously?” Y/N asked as she sat up, laughing as she took the time to examine his room a bit more to distract herself from the nerves, “Eddie I don’t think that’s…” Her eyes caught on a metal shiny piece hanging from the wall near where he was searching for music and she felt her breath catch in her throat. Why did he have those? Just then “I’m On Fire”, by Bruce Springsteen. The soft guitar played through the speakers as Eddie tried to diffuse the tension. 

“Oh,” he ran to his desk and ripped out a piece of notebook paper. He went to work doing something on it, but Y/N was all too distracted by the handcuffs on the wall. He finally turned around and offered her an origami rose made out of said notebook paper. “Next time, I’ll get you a bunch. Sorry, I only had one,” he sat on the bed next to her and brushed her hair aside, drinking her presence. “Whatcha looking at?”. 

“Nothing,” she said far too quickly as she turned back to him, beaming at the rose and at him. “That’s impressive,” She said, trying to clear her mind and focus on how sweet he was being, despite her stomach being in knots. 

“Well, middle school Munson didn’t have the musical talent or sexual prowess that he does now. So…. I… spent all my time making origami.” Y/N laughed out loud, a smile coming to her face.

“That’s sweet,” She admitted, “Do you do this for all the girls?” She said in an attempt at an old cheesy line, batting her eyes in a mock manner. 

“The other girls haven’t seen my bedroom”, he replied matter-of-factly. Y/N sat in silence, her eyes wide as she took in that information.

“Oh,” was all she managed, her mind drifting back to the handcuffs as she went red. Is that because he has his personal stuff here? Maybe it’s because he didn’t want them to know him…does he want me to know him? Her mind raced and he could tell by the hazy look on her face. 

“You like that?” He got up and started walking towards the wall. He looked back at her with a knowing smile. 

“Yes,” she said, completely honest, “Not to sound like a cliche but…it makes me feel…special-god, that’s such a shit thing to say-”

“Oh no, not at all,” he smirked getting closer to the wall, “I like them too. I only break them out for special occasions.” 

“Oh!” Y/N said quickly as she looked at him, “No, I didn’t mean…I meant that no one else has been here…I didn’t…” 

“Hm?'' he scrunched his face as he turned to look at her again, his hands coming to rest on his heart in mock pain. “I’m surprised at you, L/N. Do you not like it?” He pointed to the Metallica poster right next to the handcuffs. “I thought you loved Metallica- Oh did you think I was talking about…” he trailed off, trying to feign, trying to read her thoughts on the handcuffs matter. But genuinely, he was curious despite the fact he was teasing her to put her at ease. 

He hadn’t considered that they would use those ever, especially not for her first time. He didn’t mind if Y/N was vanilla which would have been his guess looking at her. Sure, she could and did talk back from time to time, something he adored, but he wouldn’t have pinged her as being kinky. But Y/N was unlike anyone he’s ever met. And if she wanted it, he’d be happy to oblige. 

“Oh god,” She said as she buried her head in her hands and laughed, “I’m so sorry, I can’t…I just…” She couldn’t even complete the thought she was laughing so hard. This broke him from his thoughts and completely focused fully back on her at this moment.

“You laughin' at me L/N?” He took this as a challenge. He puffed out his chest. This only made her giggle more as she looked up at him with a beaming smile. 

“I like Metallica,” she started as she continued to smile at him, “I also like the fact that I am the first person you’ve had here, for this…and I do like the handcuffs but not for tonight,” she said as she continued to smile at him but it shifted to a smirk at the end, “You’ve gotta ease me into it.” Eddie’s eyes went wide for a split second. Holy shit. She not only rose to the bait, she baited me back. This girl is going to be the end of me. She batted her eyes up at him and he realized in this moment of shock she had managed to get the upper hand, something he couldn’t allow. 

“Hey now”, he bent down on his knees, looking up at her. “Don’t get cocky”, he flipped her over on her back and pinned her hands down on the mattress. “That’s my job”, he paused for laughter. “Get it? Cocky?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she laughed as she looked up at him, “I get it alright. You’re so…I don’t even have words to describe you!” 

“Ah jeez you can’t think of any?” his eyes ran over her body. “Do I make you that nervous?”

“You don’t make me nervous,” she said honestly, “You make me happy and feel important and…you just make me feel like me. Sex…” She hesitated before shaking her head, “Sex makes me nervous!”. His demeanor faltered slightly. 

“Understood”, he said with the most seriousness he could portray, despite the fact that she had just made his heart explode. “ And we don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t want to-”

“No!” she said quickly, “it’s not that! It’s just…look I’ve made out with people but this is totally different from that,” Y/N said quickly, “Because I didn’t love any of them so this is different because…” She trailed off as she realized what she had admitted to. Sure the thought had been in her mind for a bit but she had never dared to say it out loud. Eddie almost missed that last part because he was concentrating so deeply but he heard it. He wanted to ask her if he had heard her correctly. That was his intention. To ask her and then if he heard her correctly. That was the plan.

But he knew he had heard her correctly. He knew it. And instead of replying, the words were moving too fast in his brain and it was all he could do to pull her into him and press his lips to hers. 

Y/N gasped as he did it, her heart racing before she melted into him, her hands coming to tangle in his hair as he laid her back down. It was only an instant before he was all over her, his lips touched every inch of her he could. He quickly slotted his knee in between her legs and pressed into her, the whine that fell from her mouth like heaven, drawing a sigh of his own. He moved away from her mouth as he pressed kisses down her jaw and to her neck. He was deliberate in his actions, strategically pressing kisses until he felt her grip on his hair tighten, earning a smirk from him. He began to abuse the spot, sucking and gently nipping at her skin as she muffled her sounds with one of her hands.

“Come on,” he coaxed as he pulled away ever so slightly to revel at the sight of her lust-blown eyes as she laid under him, “let me hear it all, baby. Just us, and you sound so pretty.” It was at that moment that he pressed his knee into her even more, drawing a whine from her that she didn’t hide as she gripped his black button-up which was still half done and revealed a couple of his tattoos. 

“Eddie,” she said softly as she looked up at him. 

“Yes, baby?” He prompted with a teasing grin as he leaned down to press more kisses to her neck, trailing lower to her collarbones. 

“Remember when you said it was my next adventure to find out how many tattoos you had?” She asked, trying her best to keep her voice steady as he continued on his course. He hummed in reply, and though he couldn’t see it, a smirk came to her face.

“How can you expect me to do that when you’re still dressed?” The chuckle that fell from his lips had her thighs pressing together, his knee still embarrassingly sandwiched between them so she knew he could feel her move. 

“Trying so hard to get me out of my clothes,” he said in a mock attempt to shame her as he pulled back a bit, “Too bad for you I’m a gentleman so…” He went to his knees once more and looked at her with pupils blown wide, “Ladies first.” Y/N’s smirk only grew as she got up from where she was laying down on the bed and first took off her fishnet tights, setting them aside with her jacket. She reached for the hem of her dress before turning her attention back to him. 

“Sure you don’t want to undress me?” The grin on his face would put the Cheshire cat to shame as he leaned back on his hands. 

“Nope,” he popped the p loudly as he leaned back even further, truly getting comfy, “I want to watch you strip for me.” Y/N slowly pulled up her dress without any more fanfare, his request being more than enough to do her in. She set aside her dress and was suddenly struck with nerves once more as she stood in the underwear she had carefully chosen. She went to meet Eddie’s eyes to get any sense of how he was feeling about it all and felt her breath hitch in her throat at the way he was looking at her.

She had people have crushes on her along the way. She’d made out with a few different people, enough to count on a single hand, and she had had sex before but no one, no one on earth had ever looked at her like Eddie was looking at her now. 

He pushed off of the bed and stood up, taking slow steps toward her as his eyes raked over every single inch of her bit by bit. When he came to stop in front of her, he gently took her arms which had come up on instinct to cover herself, and lowered them at her sides, allowing him a full view. She looked at him as he stared at her body, his one hand coming up to cup her bra-covered breast.

The piece she had chosen was mostly sheer with a few red lace flowers covering here and there and without an ounce of padding, something all too obvious as he ran his thumb over her nipple before giving her breast a soft squeeze. 

“Fuck,” he groaned as he felt how soft she was underneath his hand. His eyes then met hers, his free hand coming up to rest on her cheek, “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” Any semblance of the cocky arrogant character he had put on at his show and even the teasing tone she so commonly heard from him had left his voice. As she looked up into his eyes, all she could see was sheer adoration, idolatry even. 

“You’ve seen me in my underwear before,” She said with a soft giggle as she thought back to the night last summer their little group of friends had all stripped down to their underwear for a midnight Lover’s Lake swim. His expression didn’t change as he looked at her. 

“But this is different,” his voice was deep and so full of emotions she couldn’t name as he spoke, “You’re letting me see you, touch you…you’re letting me take you as mine and allowing me to become yours. This is…you, are everything.” Y/N looked at him with that same look of adoration he had been giving her written across her face. Their eyes met again before he pressed his lips to hers once more, softly this time, so gentle it was like he thought she was at risk of breaking. She kissed him firmer, more so to assure them both that they were here, really here, together than anything else. He kissed back with equally as much passion, his hand on her breast squeezing even tighter to match drawing a gasp from her. 

Before she knew it, his hands had come to her hips and he had picked her up, her only option was to wrap her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He let out a hum into their kiss as she did, his hands coming to hold her ass and giving it a squeeze. 

She gasped not only at the action but at the feeling of his cool rings against her heated body. He made his way to sit on the edge of the bed, resulting in Y/N sitting in his lap as he continued to kiss her. When he pulled away it was only so he could trail one of his hands up to her neck, kissing down the other side as he used his hand to manipulate her body exactly how he wanted it, listening to every little sound she made as an indication of what she wanted. He wanted to learn every single intricacy of her body, mind, and soul. He wanted to know her heart as well as he knew his own. He kissed her neck all over until he found a spot that made her breath hitch. He smiled as he did, beginning to gently nip at the skin there. When her fingers tangled into his hair and she let out a whimper that made him throb in his pants, he all but lost it. 

“You like it when I leave marks on you, pretty girl?” He asked between kisses, his hand that was on her neck coming to grasp her breast and gently pinch her nipple, drawing a moan from her. “Need words, baby.” 

“Yes,” She moaned out, fingers pulling in his hair as her head fell back when he went right back to it at her confirmation. “Feels amazing.” Eddie’s mind wandered momentarily and he pulled away causing her to whimper in complaint. He looked at her as she sat in his lap and a question came to his mind. 

“Y/N, has anyone ever eaten you out?” 

“No,” she confessed breathlessly as she looked at his swollen lips, ones she was sure matched her own. “I um…people have offered but I didn’t feel comfortable returning so I didn’t want them to so…but I’m ready now, with you.” 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he praised as he gently brought his lips to hers before pulling away and smiling at her, “All I want in the world right now is to eat you out without wanting anything back. I just want to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before. We’ll have plenty of time to fully explore each other later if you ever want to. And if you don’t that’s ok, alright?” She looked at him and he watched as the tension visibly left her body as she leaned in to gently press her lips to his. As they kissed, her hands came down to the buttons on his shirt and she began to undo them. He let out a hum of approval as she did, pressing kisses to her neck and breasts as she continued until his shirt was fully unbuttoned. He untucked it from his pants when it was and opened it so she could better see him once he had. Y/N pulled away and her eyes ran up and down his body, reveling in the sight. She brought her hands up to where the shirt was on his shoulders and looked to him for permission to push it off his shoulders. He nodded, giving her all the confirmation she needed to expose his torso to her. 

She took this moment to look at the tattoos on his left shoulder, ones she hadn’t been paying that much attention to the first time she had seen him shirtless out of a need to be polite and not stare. But now, she really took them in. There were two of them on the left side of his chest, a spider and a demon. The spider was a bit higher up but they rested very close. She took a moment to trace her fingers over them as he watched her before she leaned in, pressing soft opened mouth kisses to them. Eddie’s hands both flew to her his as she felt him grind up into her, hard as a rock as she worshiped his body. She moved ever so slightly, pushing him to lay down on the bed so she could be on top, trailing kisses down his torso and to the little trail of hair that led down below- 

A little whimper of pain came from Y/N as Eddie’s hands tangled in her hair and pulled her up to straddle him. 

“Shit,” he swore as he moved his hands from her hair and gently cupped her face in his hands searching for any indication, “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry-”

“It’s ok,” Y/N said, pressing a kiss to his lips to stop his worries. She pulled away to find that the concern had partially eased and she felt a little bit bolder, leaning in to whisper to him, “Besides, I like having my hair pulled.” 

“Jesus,” He swore as she pulled back and smirked down at him beneath her, “You, Y/N L/N, are going to be the death of me.” Y/N chuckled and leaned down to continue as Eddie’s hands wound in her hair again, pulling much more deliberately this time. “Baby, this is about you, not me,” He scolded as he sat up, taking his hands out of her hair and running them down her body, “And I’m trying so hard to be gentle so make it easy for me pretty girl. Don’t you want to be good for me?” He knew it was a risk that Y/N might be against being spoken to in such a way but he watched as her eyes glazed over and her jaw dropped just a bit as she nodded. 

“Then do me a favor, pretty girl, and lay down for me.” She complied in a heartbeat, moving out of his lap and laying down on the bed. He smiled at her as he took a moment to admire her before kneeling beside the bed and adjusting her so she was exactly where he wanted her. 

“Spread your legs for me.” She did, a hint of embarrassment and anxiety coming up as she knew he may not like what he saw. She knew people who condemned girls for having bigger thighs and stretch marks and things like that and for a brief second, she let herself consciousness kick in, something Eddie seemed to be remarkably aware of. 

“Hey Y/N,” he said, drawing her gaze to look down on him, knelt between her legs, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want but I’m telling you now, you are the most stunning person I’ve ever laid hands or eyes on. Genuinely. You have nothing to be nervous about.” She melted as she could see the honesty in his eyes and again he watched her relax. He brought his hands up and slowly parted her thighs, loving the goosebumps that appeared on her skin as his rings came into contact with her body. He had to fight the moan that threatened to slip from his lips at the sight of the wet patch on her underwear with every fiber of his being. He pressed kisses all over her thighs, slowly working his way closer to her still-covered core, his hands finding their place on her hips as he held her on the bed. When he did finally get to her core, he pressed a soft kiss to her heat through her underwear, drawing a gasp from Y/N. 

“Do you want me to take them off?” He asked gently as his thumb ran circles on her lips. 

“Please,” she said, a smile coming to his face as she angled her hips in such a way that he could pull them off. He leaned up and ever so gently removed her underwear, setting them aside. 

“Holy shit,” He whispered as he looked at her. He knew he needed to be slow, to ease her into it, so he tried his best, repeating the kissing of her thighs, this time without her underwear there until finally he got to her core. He pressed a soft kiss to her clit and felt her hips move on instinct, keeping them pressed to the bed. He continued, slowly getting bolder until he slipped his tongue inside of her. 

Soft whimpers and moans fell from her consistently now as she relaxed into the pleasure he was so skillfully giving her. She felt so very at peace and was truly unable to do anything else but think about him between her legs. 

“Eddie-” She moaned out, the man letting out a moan of his own at the way she moaned his name. 

“Yes, baby?” he asked, briefly coming up for air. 

“Can you…can you also…”

“Y/N say the word and it’s yours,” He said as he leaned back to be able to look at her, “Anything you want baby.”

“Can you use your fingers too?” She asked sheepishly. The grin that lit up Eddie’s face instantly melted any worries she had about being needy. He replied with actions not words, instantly slipping two of his fingers inside of her causing her to gasp. 

From their previous encounters - though simple and brief ones - he knew that usually two was her comfort zone but if he was going to actually fit inside of her he wanted to use at least three. The general theory was if he started with two instead of one then three wouldn’t be such a stretch. 

That theory seemed to be working as she whimpered and moaned from the stretch beneath him. 

“You’re doing- so good,” he praised between moans as he put his mouth right back to work, sucking on her clit like his life depended on it and right now, it felt like it did. As much as he wanted to solely focus on her pleasure, he couldn’t help the little grind of his hips against the carpet every time she moaned. It slowly became a consistent rocking until he feared he was going to cum completely untouched just from eating her out. While he’d love to do that another day, tonight they had a plan and if she had gotten herself all ready for it, he refused to spoil it by finishing too early. He had been so distracted by his name coming out in moans from lips that he hadn’t even registered it was probably because he had been fucking three fingers into her for a while. Her hands were tangled so tightly in his hair and he quickly put two and two together on what was coming, leaning it to suck on her clit more as he continued doing exactly what he was doing until Y/N suddenly gasped and moved away from him with a little, “stop.” Eddie’s hands let go immediately and went into the air as he looked at her breathing heavily. 

“I'm sorry-“

“No, no,” she shook her head at him, moving back closer as her chest heaved, “I was just…I knew I was going to…squirt and I didn’t want it to be while you were-“ 

“Oh my god,” Eddie said as he pressed her down against the bed and climbed on top of her. “You were going to squirt and you stopped me!” 

“Yes!” She nodded, “I…most guys wouldn’t want to be anywhere near that!” 

“First off, yes they would,” Eddie nodded, his fingers already back between Y/N’s legs slowly slipping inside of her again, “and secondly, we already know I am not ‘most guys’.” He went back to what he had been doing before and watched as Y/N relaxed under him at his words. He liked this even more because of how at peace she seemed so he kissed his way down her body and got right back to it. Instead of changing anything he was doing, he continued right on with what he had been doing, putting his whole heart into it and reveling in the fact that he was able to get her like this. It didn’t take long until she was crying his name again, her eyes squeezing tightly closed and her fingers tugging at this hair with a vice. 

“Let go, baby,” he commanded and she did. Her release gushed over his face and he licked her clean with a fearless new to him. He had been with others before but never anyone who got this reaction out of him. It was only when she let out a little whimper of pain he realized she was already feeling overstimulated and he couldn’t have that…not yet. 

“How are you, pretty girl?” He asked as he came to rest over her again. She nodded as she looked up at him, a smile on her face as she pulled him in for a kiss. It was gentle and sweet and he felt his heart melt at her sweetness despite what they were doing. 

“So good to me,” He murmured as she pulled away to kiss down his neck. Her hands quickly found his belt buckle and began to mess with it, a pathetic-sounding whine coming from her when she realized she couldn’t figure out how to undo it. He chuckled as he batted her hands away before pressing a kiss to each one. 

“I got you,” He smiled and she returned it as he undid the buckle. He quickly set it somewhere on the floor to be forgotten about as he sat back on his knees. Y/N quickly sat up and ran her hand down to where his hands were on his zipper. 

“Can I?” She asked, looking up at him with complete adoration. He couldn’t deny her anything and nor would he ever want to so he just nodded and sat back, allowing her to do exactly as she wished. She unzipped his jeans with one hand, using her other hand to trail down his body, following the little trail of hair downward. As she finished unzipping his jeans and looked to him to get up and take them off, something he complied with, slipping them off and setting them next to his belt. Now in just his black boxers, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of anxiety. What if he couldn’t please her? What if he couldn’t manage to learn what she liked? He stood with his back facing to her for clearly too long as she was out of bed. 

“Hey,” Her voice was soft as she gently turned him to face her, her one hand coming up to turn his face to look at her as her free hand held his hand, “We can stop here if you want or do something else-”

“No,” He shook his head, “I want this. Really. I want you.” Y/N smiled at him and gently pressed a kiss to his lips before it became less gentle. She managed to move both hands to Eddie’s chest and he walked back until his back hit the door with a little gasp at how easily she had taken over. She chuckled as she began to press kisses down his chest, her one hand coming down to palm him gently over his boxers which made him gasp again. 

“Is this ok?” She asked as she pulled away from his neck for only a moment, taking in the sight of how beautiful he looked with his head thrown back against the door, his eyes shut in pleasure. 

“Yes,” he replied, a breathy moan following. “You can…you can take it out if you want.” Y/N didn’t reply with words, smiling as she did exactly that. She took it in for a moment, her eyes going wide as for the first time ever she processed the idea of him being inside her. She ran her thumb over his tip gently causing another groan to come from him as his hands grasped her hips with a force. He was so hard and she was impressed that he hadn’t finished yet but god did she feel bad for him. She wanted to please him so bad so that’s exactly what she set out to do. She stroked him gently, seeing what he liked and what got the best reaction from him, reveling in each sound he made. As soon as she started to get the hang of things, one of his hands moved from her hips and took hold of her wrist. Her eyes shot up to meet his which were now open and looking at her. 

“Sorry,” he said gently, “You were doing great…it’s just, I’m pretty worked up so I didn’t want to finish yet.” Y/N smiled at him and nodded 

“I get it…but I mean…you made me-”

“It’s different,” he said as he picked her up again and carried her back to his bed, laying her down gently, “Takes me longer to get back to it.” His choice of phrasing made her giggle and his focus snapped to her, “You’re really laughing at me? Now?” 

“Yes,” she replied as she shook her head. He chuckle and pressed a kiss to her lips before pulling away. 

“Well, we can’t have that,” He said as he leaned over and opened up one of the drawers near his bed. He easily found a condom and held it up to her, his expression going a bit more serious. 

“You’re sure?” 

“Yes,” she said as she took it from him and opened it much to his surprise, “I’m ready.” He watched with a smile as she pulled it out and rolled it onto him, careful as always with delicate hands before setting the wrapper aside. He wrapped her thighs around his waist and looked down at her. 

“Tell me if you need me to stop at any point, ok?” He said as he lined himself up. She nodded, words escaping her at this moment. Right as he was about to press in, he heard her speak. 

“Just…be gentle. Please?” He felt his heart melt at her plea. Eddie leaned down and kissed her so softly and whispered, “I promise,” as he began to press in. Y/N automatically tensed at the feeling, it was brand new to her and he pulled away from their kiss to whisper to her. 

“I know,” he said as he fought for his own breath as he waited with just the tip in her, “Just breathe for me, baby.” She nodded through a whimper and took in a shaky inhale, causing him to press into her a bit more, “There you go,” he praised. “Just keep breathing.” While she relaxed for a moment, she instantly tensed again as he started to move.

He instantly noticed and without a word brought his hand up to hold hers, pressing them both into the mattress with a gentle squeeze. The tiny gesture and his soft smile allowed her to breathe easily. Eddie smiled as he noticed the calm this brought Y/N, pressing another kiss to her lips as he slowly pushed into her, stretching her out. As he did, her eyes squeezed shut and her toes curled as a moan was forced from her lips. Their one set of hands parted and Y/N’s nails instantly find their way to Eddie’s back. He let out a shaky moan as she left marks he knew he’d love to see in the mirror tomorrow.

“Fuck. I’m not even halfway in and you’re already...so tight...fucking...damn.” Y/N squirmed under him as he attempted to let her adjust, his words causing her to want more than he was giving her. 

“Don’t squirm,” Eddie commanded in a dark stern hiss, causing Y/N to instantly stop moving and clamp around him, forcing a moan as Eddie buried his head into her neck. Interesting, he thought storing the information away for later. He pulled his head out of her neck and spoke gently, “I’m going to push the rest of the way in now, ok?” Y/N nodded at him and he began to slip in once again. 

“Fuck,” He swore as he bottomed out in one fatal thrust causing them both to gasp, “God Y/N, you feel so good.” She managed to give a little nod to him which instantly caused him to check in with her.  

“How are you feeling?” He asked, making sure to remain very still to give her time to adjust to the sensation.  

“It hurts just a tiny tiny bit,” She confessed, thankful that all the rumors she had heard about it hurting a lot the first time were just that. “I just feel...full.” He gave a little chuckle and began to pepper kisses all over her cheeks before kissing her lips again. 

“Well that’s good,” He smiled as he pulled away, “All I want is to make you feel good, baby. You were still a bit tense. Just relax now, pretty girl,” He purred as he ran his hand down her body, “I’ve got you and everything is going to be ok.” Seeing the genuine and kind look in his eyes made Y/N instantly melt and any trace of tenseness was gone. A dull ache soon settled between her hips and she found herself rolling them in an attempt to ease the pressure causing Eddie to let out a little hiss.

“Is that my sign to move?” He asked with a smile. 

“Please,” Y/N begged softly. Eddie can feel his heart melt at her little plea. Instantly, all he wanted to do was hold her and never let go but he quickly brought himself back to the moment at hand. He pulled out just a little before thrusting into her making her let out a little gasp of a moan at the feeling - his own moans echoing along with hers. Eddie then dropped his weight to his forearms on either side of her head which brought them even closer together. He slid both of his hands into her hair lightly as he quickened his pace causing more moans coming from the pair as they began to fully lose themselves in it all. 

Even through the pleasure of it all, Y/N could tell how remarkably gentle Eddie was attempting to be and it made her heart flutter. Despite his best efforts, Eddie naturally became a bit rougher by second nature, but as things speed up and the knot in Y/N’s stomach came closer to bursting, she don’t mind a bit. Her free hand tangled into his hair and pulled causing him to groan into her neck, nipping at the skin there enough to leave even more marks. Call him possessive, he was and wanted her and everyone else in this stupid fucking town to know that she was his now. 

His need to mark her up though was only overcome by his want to etch every expression that crossed her face into his memory, so he pulled away to watch her beautiful face contrast beneath him.

“Fuck,” He swore as she let out a cry as he hit what he assumed was her G spot, angling to make sure he kept that up, “So fucking pretty for me.” Y/N could tell how close Eddie was getting by the absolutely stunning expressions painted on his face and the little praises that he uttered. His one hand slowly found its way to her clit and he softly attempted a couple of different things to see what elicited the best response. After a particular movement, he felt her tighten around him with a high whine and he knew he'd hit the jackpot. He repeated the movement while continuing to thrust into her, causing Y/N to cry out in response as she felt the coil come this close to snapping. 

“Eddie, I’m going to-”

“I know baby, I know,” He moaned as she clenched around him, “Cum for me.” His command was all it took for her to come completely undone beneath him. Her high and the feeling of her gripping him like a vice was all it took to have him finding right along with her, burying his face into her neck to muffle the long whine that came from him as he pressed as deep as he could get into her. He continued to thrust into her, allowing the pair to ride out their highs before finally stilling. They both lay there, breathing heavily a mess of tangled limbs and sweat, glowing with love. Finally, when he caught his breath, Eddie pulled away enough that he could see Y/N’s face. 

She was always beautiful but damn did she look good post-orgasm. He wanted to burn the sight of her into his brain forever.

“How are you feeling, pretty baby?” He asked as he ran his hands through her hair and cupped her cheek. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and Eddie swore he died and went to heaven as she looked up at him, the love in her eyes and smile on her face all too innocent considering what they just did. 

“So good,” Y/N replied, her voice high and soft, music to Eddie’s ears, “How are you?”

“So good,” he echoed back to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I know I just like…popped your cherry and all,” he smiled as she giggled at the expression, “But I still can’t believe you’re real.”

“I’m real,” Y/N giggled as she flicked his forehead, making him beam, “That real enough for you?”

“Yeah that works,” he said as the pair fell into giggles making them both realize Eddie was still very much inside. “Oh shit,” He swore, “I’m gonna pull out now, is that ok?” 

“Mhm,” Y/N hummed as she gave his hand which was still held in hers a little squeeze. He gave her a small smile as he pulled out both of them letting out little moans as he did. He instantly wrapped her into his arms, holding her so close to him as she buried her head into his chest. She had never felt so safe in the arms of another person before, wanting nothing more than to hold him forever. 

“You did so well,” He praised her, “You know that?” He pressed kisses onto the top of her head as she stayed buried in his chest. 

“Thank you,” came her soft reply.

“You don’t have to thank me for praising you baby,” He chuckled.

“No, for…for everything,” she said as she pulled away ever so slightly so they could look at each other. Her eyes were so sleepy as she looked at him but the adoration was still written all over both of their faces. 

“Oh Y/N,” he said as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “You don’t need to thank me for that at all, baby. I loved it. I really loved it.” 

“Me too,” she replied as she beamed up at him, shifting ever so slightly and grimacing. It was that little grimace that reminded Eddie of what needed to come next. 

“Baby, I’m gonna get stuff to get you cleaned up, okay?” He asked as he gently pulled away. 

“M’kay,” she nodded as she looked at him, “But don’t be gone too long.”

“Getting all clingy on me already?” He teased as he slowly slipped out of bed and slipped off the condom, throwing it away before looking back at her, his eyes going wide.

“Fuck,” He swore as he took in the sight of her sprawled out in his bed completely fucked out. The very worst part of him had never wanted to take a damn Polaroid so bad but his top priority was getting her cleaned up and comfy. 

“Weren’t you going somewhere?” Y/N teased as she realized the effect she was having on him, rolling onto her side to give him a different view. He chuckled at her and gave her ass a little swat as he left the room.

“Little brat,” he reprimanded as slipped on his boxers, “And here I was trying to be chivalrous.” 

“Chivalry is dead Munson,” She said as he walked into the bathroom and wet a towel with warm water, ringing it out before heading back into the bedroom.

“Oh yeah?” He asked as he gently ran the towel over her body, cleaning her up, “Then what, pretty girl, would you call this?” 

“Common courtesy after that,” Y/N giggled as she looked up at him. He shook his head and gently moved the towel to clean between her legs, lifting her one leg as he did and pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. 

“I don’t know,” He teased as he set the towel aside when he was done, “I think I’m a pretty chivalrous guy.” 

“You are,” she said with all genuineness. 

“Anything else I can get for you?” He asked softly as he cupped her cheek again, “Water? Food?”

“Clothes?” Y/N asked as she looked down at her still very naked body. 

“Right,” Eddie said as he got up and walked over to his closet before thinking better of it and coming back over to her, “Wanna come pick out your pjs?” 

“I get to pick?” The joy in Y/N’s voice, as she sat up with a little wince, made Eddie’s heart melt. God I lo… his thoughts trailed off with a little pang in his heart as he made his way over to her. 

“Mhm,” He nodded as he picked her up bridal style in his arms making her smile, carrying her over to his closet, “Take your pick.” She looked through his little t-shirt collection before looking at the Metallica one he had been wearing the second time she had met him. 

“That one,” she said with a point. He smiled and nodded as he set her back down on the bed, grabbing it out for her and bringing it over to her. 

“A good choice,” He said as he watched her slip it over her head. 

“You wore it when Jude first brought me over to your house to pick up their drugs,” Y/N said as she searched for her underwear. “Can you bring me my underwear?” Eddie was frozen and didn’t even register her request. “Eddie?”

“You remember what I was wearing?” He asked softly as he looked at her. 

“Of course,” she nodded, “I thought you looked so handsome. You are so handsome-” Y/N couldn’t even get her thought out before he pressed his lips to hers, pressing her into the mattress again before he pulled away. 

“Sorry,” he said with a sheepish chuckle as he wrapped her in his arms again, “I don’t know what came over me-”

“Don’t apologize,” she said with a smile as she pulled him fully into bed with her, “Just stay here with me?”

“Always,” he replied and he meant it with every fiber of his soul. The pair curled up together, limbs tangled, needing to be so close and neither one had ever slept so well in their lives as they did that night. 

So that's the fic! Yay! 10k words bby! As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are throughly appreciated!

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one day i'll learn to make gifs but until then you get this little unhinged BTVS rant (with bonus pieces of other people's gifs).

ep: 3x19 choices - Faith is fully aligned with the Mayor and in her spiral. But she hasn't killed Prof. Lester Wirth yet, that's not until 3x21.

AND THEN THIS!

ep: 6x21 Two to Go - Willow stole magic powers from Rack and is in her spiral. She killed Warren in 6x20 Villains and has JUST killed Rack.

"It's way too late," said casually and cheerfully versus "I promise it's not too late," said with such aching hope. How Faith lashes back at Willow for hurting her. How Willow lashes back at Dawn for (inadvertently) hurting her. More script quotes below the cut if you want this to gnaw on your brain.

ep: 3x19 choices - Faith is fully aligned with the Mayor and in her spiral. But she hasn't killed Prof. Lester Wirth yet, that's not until 3x21.

"Check out the bookworm." "Faith!" [Willow is surprised] "Anyone with brains, anyone who knew what was going to happen to her, would try to claw her way out of this place. But you, you just can't stop Nancy Drewing, can you? Guess now you know too much and that kinda just naturally leads to killing."

"Faith, wait. I want to talk to you." "Oh yeah? Give me the speech again, please. [Faith is sarcastic here.] Faith, we're still your friends. We can help you. It's not too late." "It's way too late. [Willow says this quickly, calmly, cheerfully, casually.] You know, it didn't have to be this way."

[Faith's smile fades, she retracts, very very slightly.]

"But you made your choice. I know you had a tough life. [Faith is back to smirking.] I know that some people think you had a lot of bad breaks. Well, boo hoo! Poor you. You know, you had a lot more in your life than some people. [Faith studies Willow here, considering her violent options.] I mean, you had friends in your life like Buffy. Now you have no one. You were a Slayer and now you're nothing. You're just a big selfish, worthless waste."

[Faith punches Willow in the jaw and she falls to the ground.]

"You hurt me, I hurt you. I'm just a little more efficient."

[Faith pulls her knife on Willow. It seems like Faith might actually kill Willow, but The Mayor interrupts.]

COMPARE TO

ep: 6x21 Two to Go - Willow stole magic powers from Rack and is in her spiral. She killed Warren in 6x20 Villains and has JUST killed Rack. "Dawnie, what are you doing here? 'Cause if you're looking for me? Now's not a great time." "You look terrible." "Do I?"

... "I have to go." [Dawn is nervous]

[Dawn moves to the door but Willow appears blocking her way. Dawn cries out, definitely scared.]

"Why? So you can run and tell Buffy?" "Willow … please, just listen to me." "You don't have to talk. Just think real loud. I can hear you."

[Willow advances menacingly.]

"You're freaking me out." "Oh, don't be like that. I'm just a little wired. And I have some things to do. I thought if anybody'd understand - " "I miss Tara, too! But this? [Something plays over Willow's face. I think she pauses for a second, she feels the pain a little more.] What you're doing here? This is not the way to go! You're only going to make things worse! [Willow studies Dawn, considering her options. I think she steels herself for what she plans to do, resigned to it.] But I promise, it's not too late to - "

[Willow proceeds to be very cruel to Dawn. She hurts Dawn with her words, efficiently.]

"You miss her?" "Yes." "Did you cry? [Dawn is shocked.] Of course you did. I get that. I understand the crying, you cry because you're human. But you weren't always." "Yes, I was." "No, please. You're telling me you don't remember? You used to be some … mystic ball of energy. Maybe that's why you're crying all the time, Dawnie. 'Cause you don't belong here."

[Willow continues, taunting Dawn and mocking her, super cruel.]

[Willow backs Dawn into a wall. It seems like Willow might actually kill Dawn, but Buffy interrupts.]

Gifsets of some of this, both by starryeyesxx ep: 3 x 19 choices ep: 6 x 21 two to go

I think S6 Willow is eons scarier than S3 Faith, but Faith could have killed Willow with her knife, maybe. I think Faith is super glad The Mayor interrupted so she doesn't have to decide. Good doggie Faith (affectionate). I think Willow wanted to hurt Dawn, and then as she got going she thought death by Buffy was an OK option, and what better way to ensure death by Buffy than killing Dawn?

Also later in 6x21 Willow says, "I've got big party plans." Just like Faith in 3x10 Amends!

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Log 01: A Note and Meeting Qiu and Tamarack (Long Post)

Something about this intro... It makes my heart ache in the best way possible. It's the start, the start to a new section of a new life. It is the Fall, the air is cooling down and I can feel it hitting my nose.

*Forgive me, I shall be using MC thoughts as that of my own and basing things off of how I would react, I shall be using first person writing

I decided, since my MC is 10 and I was a little bit of a nut at this time, I would have him believe that it was a ghost that poked him instead of him being rational about it.

He gets greeted with this paper, and... Honestly, how WOULD your little kid thoughts (esp that of someone who did believe in ghosts) think this meant?

*I blurred the last name for my own reasons, thank you very much*

I really, truly wished to be Nancy Drew or one of the Hardy Boys. I spend so much time watching mysteries with my mom. Probably way too much time.

Too bad I am going to break those rules, Mother! Muahahaha! I am a little troublemaker. Just kidding. However, it's okay. I have a way to bend the rules... Just a little bit ;)

*Proceeds to go to the woods, which to me feels like straying even further??? tbh, knowing myself as a kid, I would have done this without thinking too deeply*

Oh where shall I be going? On a cool quest! Off I go to the amazing and great unknown!

WHAT??? Man... :( I know for a fact I would have been so upset, yet a little relieved. Had I gone further into the forest, I might have freaked out just a little bit.

The ghost inhabits this building.

Also, random thought/feeling/vibe that I am feeling... This reminds me so much of when I was a little kid doing my own thing, just wandering about and feeling like the whole world was amazing and whimsical. As a kid, I would always go out of my way to have some sort of fun and adventure... Even if that meant getting lost or making something out of nothing.

A RACCOON!

If I end up dying, let it be known that I met the end of my life with the coolest animal ever.

I'm sure said kid feels very different about a total stranger being in their backyard climbing up their fort.

lol, he thinks I'm quirky...

I mean... You were the one who sent the note... Right? Right? Oh God, never mind--

Don't look at me like that *SOB SOB* I'm trembling over here as if I am some sort of scared little grey hound!

Nice to meet you as well, Qiu!

*Snorts*

OCD Autism meeting and seeing someone with ADHD for the first time be like (joking):

I decided to be a little more nicer to him and politely just point it out to him:

This honestly does beg the question for me... How often has Qiu lost something simply from people just not telling him that he dropped his pages.

That's it, Bud. You. Me. We're going to be in it together. You're never going to lose something like that again while I'm around you.

He'll listen to me, but he will have no idea what I am talking about. At least he tries.

Making art out of trash... I see.

Yeah... Maybe my joke about ADHD might not be as much of a joke as I thought it was.. Hm...

Oh... OH... She's so cute, she makes me wanna cry..

Tamarack really went: 'Wow, okay, *bye*.

Well... Since I have exceeded my image limit for this post, I do believe that I can have this a closing moment... As of now, my MC has met both of the wonderful romantic/friend interests and I think they're both so wonderful!

I know that I am currently playing the Demo at the moment, but goodness this is so cute. This reminds me so much of my days after school and spending time with my friends around this time period.

I can't wait to finish this intro out and write more about my silly little thoughts... Until then, I hope you guys have enjoyed my little comments. I love doing that when I play games.

[live-love-be-unique]

Saturday Movie Night

I wrote this after it’s been floating around in my brain for a while now. Thanks to @josephfakingquinn & @ghost-proofbaby for encouraging me to post

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The door to the Munson trailer slams wide open with a bang and Eddie falls out, “she’s here guys!” He shouts back into the noise of the trailer, everyone else must be here already.

“Hey there stranger, what took you so long? I’ve had to put up with Steve trying to convince me that Cocktail is a better movie than Poltergeist for the last half an hour!” he gags. Your friend since middle school, Eddie Munson could best be described as a human tornado, a real force of nature, it’s this energy and love of metal, DnD and the macabre that earned him the nickname of ‘freak’, but it’s what drew you to him.

“If you missed me Eds, all you have to do is say it” I smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just lucky I didn’t send Hopper out there with a search party” he jokes, biting back a smile and slings his arm around my shoulder dragging me inside. He’s solid and warm and smells like a mix of cigarettes and the spice from his cologne.

The trailer is small but cozy, car magazines litter the coffee table and a shelf full of novelty mugs covers the wall behind the couch. A tiny television stands in the room corner. Tonight it’s full to the brim, Steve and Robin in front of the tv, argue over what to watch, Nancy and Jonathan in the kitchen getting snacks and drinks and the Hellfire kids sprawled out across the floor arguing about the latest campaign Eddie had created.

“You’re here!” Robin shouts, spotting you and dragging you by the arm towards the tiny kitchen, to join Nancy “okay, okay I need your advice” Robin pleads. Eddie glances over at you as Robin explains her latest interaction with Vicki, her crush, and whether or not it means she’s into her.

“You could just tell her you know” Steve mutters, not even needing to look at Eddie to know where his attention is, instead looking at the tapes in his hand.

“Just pick the movie, King Steve” Eddie mocks and sips his beer.

The movie, finally chosen; Gremlins, much to yours and Eddie’s dismay; as everyone files into the small living space. Eddie takes a seat next to you as you sit down on the couch. As you continued to talk with Nancy and Robin about some upcoming girls day you lean your back against his arm.

Torture, Eddie decides, this is torture.

Dustin jumps at something on the screen, throwing his bowl of popcorn everywhere, as choruses of “Dustin!” and “you butthead” ring out Eddie decides it’s time, time to man up as Steve would say; he can’t believe he’s taking advice from Harrington; he taps your shoulder and gestures outside, miming a smoke. I nod.

No one seems to have noticed as the two of you slip out the door. You sit on the worn out couch near the door falling into a comfortable silence as Eddie lights up a cigarette.

“It was getting a little crowded in there, I miss when Saturday movie night was just the two of us” Eddie mutters around the cigarette. He blows the smoke out into the night as he hands it to you.

“And miss out on the chance to scare everyone with Hellraiser last week?” I chuckle, accepting the cigarette, you both laugh at the particular memory of seeing several members of your tight not group the next day, exhausted from not sleeping out of fear.

“Okay, I don’t miss that” Eddie concedes, sighing as silence falls over you again. I lean my head against the back of the couch, staring up at the stars.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Nothin’, nothin” he says not meeting my eye.

“Let’s pretend I buy that” I laugh, passing back the cigarette. Eddie leans his own head back glances at you.

“Do you remember, in middle school, we had to make those lame ass valentines cards?” He says.

Of course you remember, the only card you got was a funny joke card from Eddie that Jason Carver had promptly ripped it in two.

“You made me that..monkey card” I laugh “and I made you that one with my shitty flower drawing on the front”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, he leans forward pulling out his wallet. Opening it he pulls out a folded up piece of paper and places it on your thigh.

I unfold the paper to reveal it’s the silly little card, with the badly drawn flower on the front faded from age and being shoved into Eddie’s wallet.

“You kept it?” I run my fingers over the little flower.

“I kept everything” Eddie’s staring now. His weighted admission hangs in the air. “The card. Those character sheets you made for Hellfire, your posters you made for Corroded Coffins gigs”.

“You did? Why?”

“Don’t make me say it.” Eddie groans.

“Eddie you can’t just tell me….” The words die in your throat as Eddie suddenly surges forward and his lips find yours. It’s messy and full of feelings.

“Oh” the only word you can form once you have pulled apart for air.

“Yeah” Eddie says, suddenly self conscious. “It’s weird and I’m not good with this shit like Steve, but yeah..” he runs a hand over his face and curses.

“I don’t care about Steve, Eds” his eyes shoot back up to your face.

“No?” There’s hopefulness in his voice.

“No” I admit. He grins and kisses you again, slower this time, as his hand glides along your arm before coming to rest at the back of your neck, tangling in your hair, pulling you closer and your hands grip the front of his shirt.

…“Robin! You owe me 20 bucks!” You hear Steve yell.

[officialromaniantranslatiuni]

I girl my mom knows married a guy whose name is Ramiro (he is 100% Romanian) and their baby is called freaking ZENDAYA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I had a student whose name was Nancy and I joked "like Nancy Drew?" and she was like "YEAH! No one ever guesses the reference."

But then I also had Messi and Ronaldo as students. Are those last names? Yes. Did their parents use them as first names? Also yes.

But look at the even funnier side - if the girl will have a baby with no daddy, it will get called Azendayei.

[notyetbulletproof]

It makes no sense to play this “they can’t be together” shit in your last few episodes for a couple we never even saw date.

Okay, it would make SOME sense if your 3.5 seasons didn’t span ONLY ONE YEAR.

It would make sense to talk. To actually have more than ONE episode that allows them to talk about what it means. I mean I GET THAT THEY’VE DONE THAT but god it’s so wishy washy. And annoying.

And you want us to buy that all this has happened over one year? Then show us more of them together. Casual brushes. “Oops Sorrys”. “We really shouldn’ts”. More of THAT please.

NO NEW LOVE INTERESTS, no love triangles.

In this one year — Nancy found out she was adopted, had this distance from Carson, accepted she was a Hudson, lost so many people. AND EVERYTHING ELSE (Lucy, Owen, her uncle and gran, Carson legal stuff, Odette(!), Wraith, Hudson stuff, confronting grief, etc).

Nancy has also dated Nick, Owen, Bobsey (i forgot his name now) and Park. She also had that weird thing with Tamura. And now? Tristan. They did lay down the ground work for Nancy x Ace (which made those latter relationships make sense because well, Ace was dating other people). But this bullshit one year thing just messes the timeline up so much???

In this one year— Ace went from being informant to morgue assistant. (Actually SOME of the stuff that has happened within Ace’s own life outside of Drew Crew and relationship stuff could make sense, SOME). Ace rekindled his relationship with Laura Thandie, dated Amanda and now has this weird attachment to ghosts. The one consistent thing is highlighting Ace’s interests in Nancy. Still, ONE YEAR. The only thing that makes sense with Ace over the one year is us not seeing more of his family life. (I want to see more thanks).

In this one year— George went from dating Ryan to breaking up with him, to being engaged to Nick. Not to mention the law school stuff. Of course George Fan would get in please. I just mean ITS BEEN A YEAR SINCE THE BUCKET? Has it? No right???

In this one year —- Bess moved to Horseshoe bay, went from sometimes thief to supernatural know all? Dated Lisbeth then Odette/George(?) to Addy. Not to mention the girl the Marvins tried to set her up with. Oh yeah plus her ex coming back. AND SHE WENT FROM BEING A MARVIN to not, to keeper, to not.

In this one year — Nick went falsely accused to suspected killer to accountable person to rich pal to opening and running a foundation. He dated Nancy then George, then was ENGAGED to George before she ended things (and didn’t she say then that this year was weird for her) and now he’s dating(?) Jade.

Also can we talk about how the town has has had 2 changes to chief? One main detective that came and went. One arrested. An FBI consultant? IN ONE YEAR.

Aiya, I don’t know what this post is about. I’m just sad and I really freaking hate this timeline thing. It just feels very HIMYM. Like they had this preplanned thing and they didn’t think about how it would work as they added to it week to week.

Unless the secret Nancy confessed is that she found out the town and her friends are caught in some frozen time loop, it just doesn’t make sense.

Fic writers, please make this make sense. I’ll take your stories as canon.

[augustjustice]

can I please hear a little about the Kas!Steve au that you mentioned in your last tag game? :3

Thank you so much for this ask! I expanded some on this idea here in this post, but in essence it's an AU where Steve is the one to die in the Upside Down rather than Eddie and, of course, be resurrected as Vecna's agent Kas the Bloody-Handed. A lot of the fic would be centered around exploring the ways that Kas!Steve is able to specifically target the gang and get under their skin from a much more painful, personal perspective, and also the characters dealing with the struggle of continuing to fight without Steve by their sides.

Your message prompted me to write a pretty long snippet (thank you again) which is below, with warnings in advance for Kas!Steve being unabashedly cruel:

By the time Nancy had cinched Hopper’s cuffs into place and Robin had circled the chair to help Eddie with his leg bindings, Steve had already come around again, dark irises rimmed with red as he took in his surroundings. 

Steve let out a snort, the curl of his lips making it clear how unimpressed he was.��

“You’re joking, right? Seriously? You really think these,” Steve yanked his arms apart as far as they would go, the chain between the cuffs snapping hard and making the room collectively flinch, “can hold me? In case you forgot, I withstood torture, once, and that was before the whole…superpowered upgrade. Robin remembers.” 

With a lurch, Steve hunched forward in the chair, leaving Robin no choice but to lock eyes with him. 

“‘Steve?! Oh my God, Steve! Are you okay?’” he cried out, voice breathless and trembling, as though he was about to burst into tears. But there was an edge to the imitation, an extra note that made the words come out almost whiny, grating. Then, the mimicry of fear and sadness cleared from his face, and in its place settled a look of absolute fury as Steve’s mouth drew down into a thin line, his otherworldly eyes flashing. “And, now–what, you’re just gonna…strap me to a chair, just like the Russians did to us? Or…maybe, who knows, maybe some part of you’s enjoying this, seeing ‘Mr. Cool’ get taken down a peg.” 

Robin took a shaky breath, the muscle in the side of her jaw visibly twitching. But she didn’t back down from holding his gaze, her hands hovering just over his shins, like she wanted to reach out and touch him but knew she couldn’t. 

“Steve. Steve, listen. We’re–we’re doing this for your own good, okay? Deep down, I know–you’re still in there, and you know we’re just trying to help you.”

Ignoring her words, Steve’s head lolled to one side lazily, honing in on Eddie. The smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips was cocky, condescending, and came with the added bonus of showing off a hint of his fangs. 

“Let me guess. The cuffs were Munson’s idea, yeah? Guess the rumors were true, then. There’s a reason you earned the title of the town freak, dude. I mean…we’ve all seen the belt, plus, the way you keep making those big moon eyes at me?” Steve widened his own eyes, batting his eyelashes mockingly before he dissolved into a quick, dismissive huff of laughter. “Not exactly subtle.” 

Eddie stiffened immediately, face tightening with a miserable sense of dread. Silently, Robin caught his wrist in her hand, squeezing it tightly.

[thatiranianphantom]

Nancy Drew Rewatch 105: The Case of The Wayward Spirit

(or the one where everyone is serving looks)

Okay so we're back to more plotty episodes, and I am glad for it, though I did appreciate the last two very character driven episodes.

This episode features two new characters (well I guess one is on their second episode), neither of which made it past s1, neither of which I like.

I have discussed how Owen is....fine. He is...present. He was...on this show. That is really the most complimentary thing I can say about Owen, otherwise he's just kinda....Generic Man #3.

Laura. God, I actively dislike Laura. I get her motivations, but she constantly manipulates Ace, she disrespects what Tiffany wanted and she is just generally annoying and intolerable, and I can't wait for her to leave.

From episode 3's MVP of Tunji Kasim, Leah Lewis and Alex Saxon share the spotlight this episode.

But big praise for Leah Lewis. You cannot say she doesn't commit to a posession arc.

She looks freaking gorgeous in this dress too:

Okay so, that is not a finger prick's worth of blood on the mirror?

I swear Nancy's hair is less blonde and more orange this episode.

Kennedy McMann serving looks here too. The orange isn't a great color but damn does it make her eyes pop:

Ace being the best wingman ever.

A deep, profound sigh that I will have to contend with like 10+ episodes of Nick/Nancy and Nancy/Owen scenes to come. I swear it's not a Nace thing but it's just so....yeah.

Speaking of Nace, we get some classic baby Nace "no personal space" scenes this episode, along with some extended gazes. I can see why some started shipping them here.

Also shout outs to Alex Saxon. They really seem to be noticeably upping his scenes, and he is excellent comic relief. One of my fave Ace lines:

A prepared king and his knife

I wouldn't give Laura the password either, miss me with that and please leave.

Fuck, I love Nick. That last scene with Tiffany....Ned Nickerson, the man you are.

Also baby Nace and baby Fanson!

I said this to @middleagedresidentofriverdale but I LOVE George's style. If I didn't work in a super conservative environment with kids, this is exactly what I'd want to dress like.

I am...both looking forward to and not looking forward to the next few. Like I am already prepping myself for some Ace-less episodes.

But also the way they slowly unfold the mystery is SO GOOD and I am almost going to be disappointed when the two main murders are solved.

Thank you for being here to watch the cast of ND serve looks.

[cairoscene]

N for DC! (also would love to hear about batlantern so i guess that's a Z?)

N. Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

well if i'm being selfish, i wish there were more fics about newly adopted jason, or jason with bruce and alfred before the adoption. i'm so deeply interested in that vague window between the tire-stealing incident and the adoption, and i want a million fics of it. i personally headcanon that bruce doesn't immediately rush jason into being robin and instead focuses on giving this kid a safe place to live, so i'm always thinking about that

for superbat and ghostbat and any bruce ship really, i wish there was more content of bruce being like, deeply romantic and intent on making it work, rather than the prevailing fanon of him being so suspicious of happiness that he sabotages the relationship or doesn't even realize someone's in love with him. i love to think about a bruce who very much wants to love someone and will do what he can to make that happen

and i think for fandom in general, i wish there was more tolerance for fanon? even in my chill perusal of the tag it's hard to avoid ppl disliking certain fandom interpretations of characters or holding up the comics as the only true source of characterization. we all have interpretations that we like, and personally i think it's really fun that there's so much room for different takes on characters. we all have things that annoy us that we bitch about in private chats, i get that, but sometimes fanon is fun and even dare i say it, more interesting than canon. but yeah ppl get really tied up in what's canon and what's fanon and i think you should just let people have a good time. don't be a hater lol

Z. Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go

ooh okay for batlantern well. first of all go read all of FabulaRasa's fics bc they're very entertaining and engrossing and very very compelling. but yeah i love batlantern bc they offer such a different dynamic from other bruce ships where bruce becomes so, so petty in response to hal being The Pettiest person on the planet. please watch justice league war if you haven't already. i was also just explaining to @burins last night that hal is the wettest most pathetic blorbo of a character. he's always one bad day away from death or homelessness or joblessness or illness. he reminds me of nancy drew in that seems like he gets hit over the head and dragged around a lot. don't even get me started on the parallax thing. i love a pathetic man. anyway what i really enjoy about batlantern is the dynamic where hal is such a deeply good, decent person doing his best and yet his life is falling apart to such a degree that bruce wayne, known fuckup of epic proportions, is the one to be like "christ let's get you some help. jesus." for bruce to be like, actually really competent and normal and functional by comparison, but also very compassionate and loyal. and i love the expectation that hal thinks bruce is a freak and then gets a peek behind the curtain and discovers....that bruce is deeply domestic. that delights me to no end. ALSO for bruce to have this giant messy but loving family that he cares so much for and for hal to be essentially on his own entirely, for hal to see that family and want desperately to be part of it but not feel like he's worthy of joining it. that's some good pangs right there

send me ABC fandom asks

[revisitingstoneybrook]

#9 The Ghost at Dawn’s House: Chapter 2

Dawn gets spooked by her old farmhouse.

Dawn starts out by comparing she and Sharon to Felix and Oscar from The Odd Couple. But while Sharon isn't a slob like Oscar (I beg to differ), she's hardcore absent-minded (which I don't remember Oscar being) and a total pothead. Dawn also claims she's neat...yeah, that changes later on. Though I guess anyone's a slob when they're living with Richard and Mary Anne. At this point, Dawn doesn't think Sharon and Richard will end up together because she's too busy working. Shake a leg, you matchmaker!

This is also the book with the hedgeclippers in the living room. Was Sharon trying to mow the carpet?

Dawn runs out into the barn to look for Jeff to help her with dinner and while she's wondering if people have died there (as you do), Jeff jumps out and scares her.

They make a dinner of salad with cottage cheese, pineapple, peaches, and coconut topping and heat up a vegetable casserole, which they always seem to eat in earlier books. In this book, Dawn says they're just health food nuts and she’s not a militant vegetarian like she becomes later on.

Anyway, the house was built in the 18th century (the year changes from book to book) and Dawn is convinced the house has a secret passage. Claudia lent her a Nancy Drew book, The Hidden Staircase, which put the idea in her head. Holy foreshadowing, Batman!

Sharon appears, startling Dawn yet again. For someone who reads a lot of ghost stories, she's on edge a lot! Sharon takes off her glasses and places them in an empty butter dish (empty because she used it all to grease the driveway last time she was high I'm guessing) and they go outside to have dinner with Jeff. But have to go inside right afterwards because it starts thunderstorming! D'oh!

So what does Dawn do at night when there's a thunderstorm outside? Why, read only the hottest ghost book in Stoneybrook! She said she was on the waiting list for it. It's called Ghosts and Spooks, Chills and Thrills: Stories NOT to Be Read After Dark. And no, it's not a real book. Anyway, as Dawn's reading “The Hand of the Witch,” the lights flicker and she freaks out and thinks there's poltergeists in the house.

A window rattles (because, you know, it's windy outside) and then Dawn hears a tap on the wall and she screams bloody murder. Sharon comes in and calms Dawn down. Houses moan when they settle, it's windy out, of course the electricity's flickering in their old house. She tells Dawn to put the book away and go to bed and she leaves to go back to her Pink Floyd album and secret stash. Dawn immediately switches some lights on and it takes her hours to fall asleep because she thinks she hears someone moaning. It's probably Charlie and Janine in the Secret Passage.

[sonssofhecate]

sethan bit his bottom lip and nodded his head. "yeah..." sethan said with a soft sigh. "i mean...this isn't like marvel or dc. i was just a freaking cook, waiter, and bartender before this. and now i'm...what? nancy drew?" sethan asked with a shake of his head and a chuckle. "it's all a lot to take in, admittedly." sethan said with a soft sigh and a shake of his head.

-

nothing should have come to a surprise anymore, considering that they were living amongst nymphs and centaurs now. atticus had to make a mental note to brush up on his greek mythology, perhaps there would be something back in his cabin for him to read up on. he would have hated to not be prepared for anything that might come up in the near future. "yeah...." he took a deep sigh, that was the thing he was the least excited for. "the pressure is daunting, isn't it?"

[pasukiyo]

hey can you do a Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader smutty fic where they are both in love but don’t want the kids to find out (as the two babysitters it was bound to happen) and they bust in on them doing it and are like FINALLY but ew gross but yay but stop ✋

𝐬𝐡𝐡𝐡.

— steve harrington x f!henderson!reader

warnings; smut…. yeah

a/n; hope this turned out the way you wanted it to! i’m not sure if it started out the way i wanted it to, but as i progressed, i felt a bit better about my writing, so i hope you enjoy!

word count; 1.6k

“no steve, i haven’t gone to see ms. kelly.”

 “alright, okay, i’m just making sure because i mean, max has, chrissy has, and apparently this fred guy has too. all i’m saying is that she’s suspicious.”

 she let a smile slip through the cracks of her lips, her cheeks feeling hot at the idea that he cared. she let herself gaze into his eyes as they swarmed with worry, and she braved to step closer, patting his chest. “i appreciate the concern, big boy, but i can take care of myself,” she murmured. “now, we’re supposed to be looking after max before she gets vecna’d, remember?” 

 steve made a face at that, his arms remaining crossed over his chest as he kicked off of the wall, locking his fingers around her wrist as she turned to leave. she tensed beneath his touch, glancing from his hand and back to his face, his warm, umber irises boring into hers. she could feel her cheeks warm, her heart all of a sudden feeling as though it’d pop right out of her chest. “steve?” she whispered when he drew her in near, taking both her arms in either of his hands. “dustin will freak if he walks in and sees us—“

 “god, let the little freak see us for all i care,” he exhaled a breath he hadn’t even known he was holding in. “just stay a little while, please.”

 “steve, they’ll find out about—“

 “i don’t care.”

 his lips found her skin, palms venturing down over her hips and around to the small of her back, her breath hitching at the base of her throat when his tongue swiped over the sensitive flesh on her neck. “steve,” she mewled into the back of her hand, gazing around the hallway for somewhere they could go. her irises fell upon the door to the bathroom across the hall, her palms tapping his shoulders. “steve, bathroom,” she barely managed to whimper, giving him a small push in its direction. his lips captured hers as he pushed her backwards toward the door, his hand reaching behind her for the door handle, giving her a shove inside before he slammed the door shut behind her, pushing her back up against it. 

 he kissed her again, this time with much more vigor, his tongue easily gaining dominance over her own. she whimpered into his mouth when he pressed himself against her, his erection prodding against her clothed cunt, panties damp with her growing arousal. she could hear the echoes of voices just behind the door, and she felt her heart skip a couple of beats of the sound of her brother’s voice as he walked past, tapping steve’s shoulder when his kisses trailed down to her jaw. “steve, we’ll get caught—“

 “just shut up.”

 his fingertips ventured underneath the hem of her shirt, her skin warm in his touch’s wake. she let a moan slip past the cracks of her lips when his palms caressed her chest, calluses grazing against her erect nipples beneath her bra. “shhh,” he murmured against her skin as he sucked at her collar, guiding her shirt up and over her head. “don’t want dustin walking in on us now, do we?”

 he was playing a dangerous game, and he knew it all too well. the wheeler household was swarming with people, and when she noticed the lack of a lock on the door, she realized that anybody could walk in on them right now. mrs. wheeler, mr. wheeler, dustin, nancy, holly, etc. etc… 

 “can’t say this is something i’ve imagined,” she managed to joke between kisses as his hands curled around the underside of her thighs, hoisting her up onto the bathroom sink. “i mean, fucking in the wheelers’ bathroom and all.” his smile was a crescent against her lips as his tongue went to war with hers, his fingers fondling with the buckle of his belt, pushing his jeans and boxers down just enough for his cock to be set free. “i can,” he mumbled into the top of her breasts as his fingers worked at the clasp of her bra, her brow furrowing at this. 

 “steve harrington.”

 “what? we’re here all the time.”

 “you dog.”

 his laugh was muffled in the valley of her breasts, the straps to her lacy bra slipping down to her elbows, one hand grasping onto his shoulder whilst the other tangled itself in his jungle of brown locks. her toes curled when a hand of his slipped past the waistband of her shorts, fingertips inching closer and closer to just where she needed him. she whimpered again, “steve.” 

 “yeah?”

 “can we skip past all the fucking foreplay?”

 he glanced back up to her through hooded lids, his lips capturing hers once again for a brief kiss. “you’re real concerned about someone walking in, aren’t you?”

 “you’re not?”

 his teeth sunk into the flesh of his bottom lip as he tugged her shorts down her legs until she had been stripped bare, leaving her exposed to him— and to any of the others just outside the door who were potentially unfortunate enough to walk in on them. “can’t bring myself to think about anything else when i’m with you,” he chuckled into her lips as the pads of his fingers founding her clit, coating his digits with her juices. “huh, would you look at that? you like this, don’t you? you like that anyone could just walk in on us any minute now, huh?” he whispered, teasing at her entrance. she pressed her lips together until they formed a firm, thin line, and she found herself chasing air back in through her nostrils, too afraid to open her mouth in fear she wouldn’t be able to keep it down.

 steve’s irises glistened as he witnessed her downfall, the stars gleaming in his ravines of dark umber mocking as they learned every single little secret she’d been hiding. “don’t you, baby?” he repeated, his forehead falling against hers as his forefinger pushed past her barrier, venturing inside of her aching cunt. “say it, it’s okay,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her own when he spoke. “tell me that you love it. wanna hear you say it.”

 he removed his finger abruptly, and for a moment, she thought she’d gained back her composure, her lungs filling back up with air. her eyelids fluttered closed as she wiped a droplet of sweat away from her hairline, and her lips cracked to make way for her comeback but— 

 —“oh, fuck.”

 her back arched and her chest surged into his when she’d abruptly been filled up, her pussy full to the brim with his cock. upon instinct, her arms locked around his neck and she pulled him closer, his face falling into the crook of her neck. her palm slithered up to the back of his head and her fingers curled around his ringlets, tugging, her fingernails scraping against his scalp. “you fucking love it now, don’t you?” steve’s lips found the shell of her ear. “now that you’re so full of cock. you don’t even care anymore, huh? you wouldn’t care if your brother happened to open that door and walk in on us now, would you, baby?”

 “n— shit, shit shit! no!” she cried into his collarbone, teeth clamping down on his skin, guaranteed to leave a mark. “steve! sl— slow down!” she whimpered when he picked up his pace, pounding into her at a ruthless pace. “are you sure about that, sweetheart?” he teased. “i thought you didn’t li—“

 “jesus christ!”

 she just about jumped straight out of her skin at the abrupt interruption, her eyelids snapping open, widening as she stared into steve’s. they both turned in unison to the now open bathroom door where not only did her brother stand, but so did max, lucas, and robin. steve rushed for his shirt, which he had thankfully flung behind her head, and covered her naked body as best he could, pressing himself flush against her body to cover what the fabric couldn’t.

 “god, you know, i always wanted you two to get together but i certainly didn’t wish to see you guys bone right before i die,” max scoffed, peeking through the crevices of her fingers as steve managed to tug his jeans over his ass. 

 “i knew you two were screwing!” robin exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loud, considering mr. and mrs. wheeler were just downstairs.

 her face flushed, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at anyone in the face, especially once her brother finally decided to speak up. “shit, steve, this wasn’t how i wanted to find out about this,” dustin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “and you,” he pointed a finger straight at her, and she flushed again, eyes cowering away to steve’s hand as he gripped her shoulder. “you’re just lucky i’m not telling mom,” he continued, and she raised an eyebrow, braving a glimpse back up at him. “but not for free! you’re cleaning my room for a year! a year!”

 “jesus, henderson, just get out, all of you!” steve finally spoke up, kicking a leg at them in gesture that it was time for them to leave. she found herself staring at the curls of dark hair on steve’s chest as he ushered their unwelcome guests out of the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind them. she crossed her ankles as they hung from the sink before steve pushed her legs back open to clear space for himself. 

 “well, i guess the secrets out,” he murmured, swiping a loose strand of sweaty hair back behind her ear. her skin was warm to the touch, and despite the circumstances, he still managed to crack a smile.

 she was adorable. 

 “yep.”

 “so… d’you wanna continue or—?”

 “steve harrington!”

 “fine! fine.”

 he threw his hands up in surrender before she took one of them, and he helped her hop down from the sink. they began to collect their clothes and redress themselves, and as steve watched her panties slip back up her legs, the corner of his lips tugged up into a smirk.

 “next time.”

[outerspacebisexual]

A Place in this World - Steve Harrington

Book A - Part Two: You're Not Sorry

Part One

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington was always there, you just didn't want him to be.

Word count: 1.59k

Warnings: swearing, co-worker robin Masterlist

The bells chiming above the door had you looking up from the accounts book in front of you.

“Hello, stranger,” Robin said, breezing on into the store. She was smiling and it brought a grin to your own face.

“Hey, Robby. I thought your shift didn’t start until 2:30?” The clock on the wall read 2:03pm.

She ran her hand along the counter as she stood on the opposite side of it. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail, fringe sticking out in all different directions. You reached out and fussed with it, managing to somewhat tame it. “I know,” she said. “I just wanted to see you. You haven’t been at school this week.” Her tone was soft, sympathetic, and it made your heart drop.

It was true. You had been avoiding going back to school after the whole incident. Eddie had come by every morning to offer you a ride, but you declined. On Friday, three days after the cafeteria incident, he’d stood in your door and pursed his lips. You thought that he would say something, but he didn’t, he just sighed and turned around.

Your parents had left you alone after you faked a stomach bug, but you knew that tomorrow, you would have to show face at Hawkins High, as much as it pained you.

“I just…” you started, and Robin reached out and placed her hand on your own, squeezing it.

“It’s OK. I know. I just missed you is all.”

You slumped against the counter. “Yeah, me too. I’m hardly going to see you once this place shuts for good.”

The tiny electronics store on the main street had been on the verge of closing for years, but with the new mall under construction, closure was imminent. You had worked there for a little over a year and Robin for about five months. The owner never came in anymore, so it was usually just the two of you roaming the shelves and finding something to do. It was an easy job, but a job nonetheless. One you needed desperately. You had no idea where you were going to work after it closed.

“You thought about applying somewhere else?” Robin asked.

Sighing you said, “No. I don’t even know anywhere hiring.”

“I’ll probably apply at the mall.” She shrugged. “I’m sure they’ll be looking for staff somewhere. I have time though.”

You nodded and drew your eyes back down the accounts book. Somewhere along the line you and Robin had fumbled and messed up meaning it had to be reconciled alongside the stock. It would take you hours. “Wanna help get this started?” you offered.

“Absolutely not, but I suppose I have to.”

You smiled. “You absolutely do.”

+

Two hours later and the store was about three quarters done. Your shoulders ached and your eyes hurt. You picked up an ugly orange radio and flipped it over, comparing the serial number to the one in the book. Another one that was supposedly already sold. How the hell did this happen?

A crash on the other side of the aisle made you raise your brows. “You good?”

“Yeah,” came Robin’s strangled reply, “just dropped a toaster.”

Rolling your eyes, you continued your work in silence. Well, it was silent, until Robin decided to start talking.

“You know,” she began, and you could hear the hesitancy in her voice. “I saw Steve at school.”

You paused.

She waited a moment for you to reply, and when you didn’t, she continued. “He was standing by your locker before school. I was there to see Mr Hauser early and he was just…standing there. When he saw me, he took off, but he was there.”

The image of Steve at your locker instantly had your heart squeezing painfully in your chest. He’d never met you at your locker. That was something reserved for Nancy Wheeler. But of course, if he did, it would be before school when no one could see him associate with you. God forbid someone see him talking to a freak.

You squeezed your eyes closed. “I don’t care.”

Robin shuffled and you braced yourself for whatever it was she was going to say. “I think he wanted to apologise.”

You kept quiet. You doubted it. If anything, he would probably torment you more. You had no desire to talk to Steve Harrington at any point in the future.

Robin called your name and you let out an exasperated sigh. “What do you want me to say to that, Robin?” You threw your hands up. “I very much doubt he wanted to apologise. And I don’t care, not anymore.”

She was silent and you checked the clock. “We only have an hour to finish this.”

Her head popped up from over the shelf. “Why don’t you clock out?”

You furrowed your brows. “Why?”

She shrugged. “Because you’ve been working all day. Plus, this is almost finished. I can get it done and lock up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” She smiled and you mirrored it.

“Thanks, Robby. I’ll catch you next week?”

She nodded. “Unless I see you at school.”

You opened your mouth, but closed it, choosing to nod instead. You would be at school by the force of your parents. And you were already behind at school now. You couldn’t afford to miss any more classes. And, Eddie would crack it if you abandoned him again for a fourth day.

By the time you got back to your trailer, you were freezing. The winter had come in quicker than normal, leaving you shivering on your walk home, and you found yourself pulling on another jacket when you got home. Eddie’s van wasn’t parked in front of his trailer. He was no doubt out and about with other members of the Hellfire Club.

You greeted your mother as you entered the living room, picking up the remote and flicking to a random channel. Pulling a blanket over your legs, you settled in to watch a cop show that had just started. Anything to get your mind off the fact that you had to be at school tomorrow.

Your mother inquired about work and Robin, and you gave her the cliched answers of ‘good’ and ‘she’s good’. When you complained about the heating being off, she said that there was something wrong with it and that your father was going to look at it when he got back.

You groaned and stood. Surely that was something you could do yourself. You worked at an electrical store. You got this.

+

You did not ‘got’ this, as it turned out.

The cupboard in the hallway that housed the A/C and heating unit was full of all sorts of shit that spilled out when you opened it.

When you go to the unit itself, you noted how old the thing was. It was a miracle that it had worked up until now. Your eyes flicked over it trying to locate the problem, but nothing stuck out. You reached down and unplugged it and plugged it back in, only to be met with sweet fuck all. You reached around it and tried to find a button or anything, but nada. You pressed all the surface buttons that beeped like they were doing something although they neither reset it nor turned it on.

You were feeling along the bottom of the unit when the phone rang out through the kitchen. You heard your mother get up from the couch and answer it, not really paying attention.

“Hello?...Oh, yes, of course I remember you, Steve.”

That had you head springing up, fast enough that you smashed your head against a shelf.

“She just got back from work. Let me see if she can talk to you.”

The phone was placed on the counter and your mother was in the hallway before you could tell her otherwise. “Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is on the phone. I didn’t know you were still friends.”

“We’re not,” you grumbled. Why in the world was he calling you? “I don’t want to talk to him.”

Your mother frowned. “Why? I thought—”

“I don’t want to talk to him. Please. Just tell him I’m not here. And not to call again.”

Her moth dropped open, and she stared at you for a moment before swallowing and saying, “Right. OK. No more Steve Harrington then.” It was less fight than she normally put up and you were grateful.

She was gone a second later and you heard her telling him your message—minus the last part, much to your disappointment.

Your frustration with the unit peaked and your mind flashed with the humiliation of last week. You screeched and kicked the unit, which only resulted in hurting your foot and denting the metal panel.

The phone was hung up and the tears started again. “Fuck,” you whispered. The image of Steve and Carol and Tommy H. kept blazing behind your eyes as if it were burned into the back of your eyelids.

Why would Steve even think that you would want to talk to him ever again?

You didn’t even want to see him ever again.

You furiously wiped at the tears running down your cheeks. You needed a distraction. Something to calm yourself down enough to sleep and deal with tomorrow. And luckily, you knew the perfect one.

One that came as a benefit of having a drug dealer best friend.

[qomrades]

i can't remember what episode im up to.

i hope doctor jacoby kicked it!!!!!!!!!

dale you have such a sensual swag........lucky i know you are my Muppet man

okay audrey once again with the fit! unfortunately you are a teenager girl get outta dere

"buy you a drink 😏" DALE

rare to see such a cuntalicious performance from a guy who says "yippee!" (on a meta level i saw kyle mclachlans nipples out dune look so am not surprised)

save my girl shelly i swear to goddddddd

killed it Andy

laura would fr be better off going to a bdsm club. girl you needed a safe sane consensual course not whatever the fuck is going on here

LEO JOHNSON I NEED YOU DEADDDDDD

wow Diane that's a beautiful dress

WAIT GIRL.

hank shut upppppppp good lord it never ends he just yaps

FREAK i also need him dead. why is no man in twin peaks normal

Pete and Catherine insane divorce era always. their disfunction.........i would have divorced you in any lifetime.......

Andy good lord. he's fumbling so hard outta the way boy ill raise that baby

bobby's like "let me get revenge on leo" and i say hell yeah! then he says "and james too" and im like Well No.

god literally everyone has a gun here. i love america

"ill make you proud of me" you know what dude. i don't think you will

AW NO ED

leland what was that dark and ominous stare

tbr james has done nothing worse than anyone else over the course of his investigation. he's a regular nancy drew whereas everyone else is on some svu outside of the law shit. except for dale he's in.. well he's in Twin Peaks

rare Catherine slay

can they go a day without someone getting murdered in this town

LELAND? REVENGE ERA?

Pete always slays does he not

AUDREY GET OUT OF THERE

DALE??!??

watching twin peakssssss

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Just The Way You Are: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 820

Request:  Absolutely no pressure but I would love it if you could write one about a reader who is Dustin's sister and a total tomboy and doesn't really dress up ever, maybe she has a massive crush on Eddie but agrees to go on a date with someone to try and get over him so Nancy and Robin dress her up all grungy and pretty (Leather skirt, fishnets and doc martens, the whole works) and Eddie freaks out because he thinks she's worried she has to change herself for some guy when he already thinks she's the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. romantic shenanigans ensue.

Serafina Henderson was a total tomboy at heart falling in love with style once she started middle school, it was extremely rare to see the girl dressed in something other than her band t-shirt, jeans, and her vans which she always wore until she couldn't, she didn't dress for anyone but herself well that was until she developed a crush on none other than Eddie Munson. I mean how could she not, especially when he had those beautiful brown eyes, excellent music taste, a dazzling smile, and was a total sweetheart. But atlas she knew that she wasn't his type by a long shot since he preferred cheerleaders and girls who wear dresses or skirts, while she preferred to wear jeans.

Serafina had been at her locker grabbing her books for her classes today while talking with Robin and Nancy when she saw Drew a boy from her art class that was pretty nice to her approach her locker. Her friends said they meet her in class so they could have some privacy, but really they just went down the hall in case she needed to be rescued.

"Hi, Drew." She said looking at him.

"Hi Serafina, I was wondering if I could ask you something and it's totally fine if you say no." He said to her as she nodded her head for him to continue.

"So I was wondering if maybe you would like to go out on a date with me?" He asked her nervously.

Serafina thought about saying no because she did have feelings for Eddie still but then she made eye contact with her friends who were nodding their heads for her to say yes and she figured why not.

"I would love too, what day were you thinking?" She asked him with a small smile.

"Maybe Saturday around 7, if you are free." He asked her.

"Yeah Saturday works, so I'll see you then." She said hugging him unaware that her crush Eddie had been watching the whole scene with a sad look in his eyes because he did like the girl.

Saturday came around and the girls insisted on you coming to Nancy's place so that they could help you get ready no matter how much you protested so you called Drew to let him know to pick you up at Nancy's instead of your place.

"Nancy I'm not sure about this." She said looking herself over in Nancy's mirror.

"What are you talking about? You look amazing, a little change never hurt anyone." She said fixing her hair as Serafina played with the hole in her fishnets.

Eddie had been in the living room with Mike talking about something related to D&D when he saw Serafina walking into the living room dressed completely differently than she normally did and while he thought she looked hot with her doc martens, fishnets, and leather skirt, he worried that she was changing herself to impress some guy.

"Eddie close your mouth before catch flies." Robin teased him.

"That bad huh?" She asked him nervously.

"NO! I mean no you look hot but is there any reason why you are dressed like this?" He asked her.

"What do you mean?" She asked him.

"I mean why aren't you dressed like how you normally do all tomboyish. All I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't have to change yourself to be with someone." He said reaching for her hands.

"Why not? I thought this was what guys liked." She said to him.

"Well me personally I've always liked you the way you were before, and if it was me taking you on that date, I wouldn't want you to change. Because you are just perfect." He said making her smile as her friends watched the scene unfold in front of them.

"Wish it was you." She mumbled grabbing her bag not even wanting to go on the date anymore not realizing Eddie heard her.

"Then let it be me." He said walking over to where she stood as she looked at him with wide eyes not believing what she heard.

"Cancel your date with Drew, then get changed, and let me take you out on a date I know you would enjoy." He said making her smile.

So that's what she did, she called Drew explaining how she was feeling and it turns out he was feeling the same way and got changed into something more comfortable while Nancy and Robin were so excited for her since they both knew how much she liked Eddie. The three of them made their way down the hall, where Eddie sat on the arm of his couch waiting for her

"You look, beautiful sweetheart." He said standing up and grabbing her hand loving the smile that spread across her face.

"Have her back by midnight!" Nancy called out as her and Eddie left for what would be the best of their lives.

[thatiranianphantom]

Nancy Drew Rewatch 108: The Path of Shadows

And so we arrive at an episode that Ace is technically in but also not in.

Thank GOD we only have 1 Laura episode left I think.

"It was Ace (and Laura but nobody cares about her)"

This totally not affected face:

I enjoy Lisbeth. She's also GORGEOUS. I wish she'd lasted longer.

The cops would have absolutely taken Ace's phone but then again, the cops have SO little to do with the solving of any crimes.

This text chain between Nancy and Ace kills me:

"Can you pick up bleach wipes?" "No."

"Great dress if it's you!" Counting that as a Nace moment.

McGinnis episode -> McGinnis disappears after this episode.

But a shout out for actual Indigenous representation with actual Indigenous actors. And this show being this show, I have no doubt they did their research.

The Bess Bus! Love this Nancy and Bess bonding time

And also this SUPER subtle Old Navy plug

This entire exchange where they sum up the last 7 episodes needed to be documented in its entirety:

Bess: Dead Lucy was on Nancy's phone video. We went to a medium to see what she wanted and then the medium freaked and vanished. George: Not like mystical vanished, she just skipped town. Bess: Right. Then there was this 70s throwback lady who applied for a job during the Nor'Easter storm. George: She also might have been dead. Not sure. Bess: But Tiffany Hudson's ghost definitely attacked me in a freezer right before she possessed George. Nick: And there was the antique coins that opened the door to a crowd full of spirits during the seance. Nancy: Yeah, I conducted it, with a crash course from Victoria. George: My mom's a clairvoyant, it's why she's a raging alcoholic.

I'm with Nick on the work = distraction. When I got the news my grandmother was dying, I walked into my boss' office crying and they told me I could go home, but I chose to stay. Then my tinies came in and covered me with hugs, so much better than going home alone.

Okay a small rant on Carson Drew: THE LIES. He could technically say he's telling the truth but it's like 1/4 truth. The lies by omission are MASSIVE and he spent SIXTEEN EPISODES lying to Nancy. And he only stopped because he got caught! This whole self-righteous "how dare you accuse me of this" doesn't really work when he spent almost an entire season lying to her.

We'll get into this near end of season but the umbrella justification of "I was trying to protect you" he uses to excuse so many of his own lies. Not buying it.

So, so much goes back to Thom for Ace.

But we finally get an age on Ace! He's 21 as of this episode.

Leah Lewis remains underrated, she's a great actress.

Thank you as usual to you, readers, and thank you to @middleagedresidentofriverdale for joining me for 108. See y'all for 109.