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slaytheusurper · 1 month ago

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⭑ One more kiss ⭑

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Request: Yes , @slainmori

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gf!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, includes sadism but nothing too heavy, eddie being a munch, rough sex, spanking, degrading, daddy kink, dom!eddie, sub!reader, making out, dry humping/grinding, 'fake' fucking, fingering, blowjob, teasing and creampie + lovely aftercare.

Summary: Spending a casual Saturday hanging out with Eddie never not turns into him fucking you until you can't walk.

Word count: 4k

Divider by: @strangergraphics-archive

It was another quiet Saturday night tucked away in the soft disarray of Eddie Munson’s trailer, your usual weekend ritual.

The glow of the desk lamp made for a cozy, warm vibe, and the faint hum of distant traffic from the nearby highway was just background noise to the stillness inside.

You were curled up at the foot of his bed, textbook in your lap, brows furrowed as you tried to wrap your head around a particularly unforgiving math formula. Your pen tapped absently against the paper, ink smudging from your fingers as you worked through yet another problem.

Beside you, Eddie was splayed out on the bed like a restless cat, flipping through pages in his infamous Hellfire campaign notebook, the one you still weren’t allowed to peek at- no matter how much you begged.

Wayne had taken an extra night shift at the plant, so the place was yours and Eddie’s for the evening. No dinner plans. No parties. Just the two of you existing together, breathing the same air, feeling that quiet comfort of each other's presence. Or at least, that had been the idea.

Eddie shifted again, his leg jostling the mattress. Then again. And again. You bit your lip, trying not to react, but finally, you snapped your head up with a frustrated sigh.

“Eds, can you please stop moving? I’m trying to concentrate.” He froze mid-fidget, blinking at you like a guilty raccoon caught digging through trash.

“Sorry,” he muttered, not sounding particularly sorry at all. He set his notebook aside with exaggerated care, the corner of his mouth twitching in a way that told you he was up to something.

“But seriously, why are you doing that now? It’s Saturday. That’s like...a crime against fun.”

“Because,” you said through gritted teeth, pointing your pen at him like a sword, “I don’t do homework on Sundays, you know that. And someone insisted on taking me out for that dinner date last night, so I didn’t get this done.”

Eddie let out a dramatic groan, flopping back onto the mattress like he was physically wounded by your logic. “Ugh, how dare I spend quality time with my beautiful girlfriend? I’m the worst.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to refocus, but you barely got through another line of the problem before Eddie started crawling toward you across the bed like a slow, determined jungle cat.

“Eddie,” you warned, inching your notebook further away.

“I’m just saying,” he said, his voice now suspiciously innocent, “this could be a lot more fun if you’d just take a little break…”

You dodged his grabby hands as he lunged for your book. “Don’t you dare!”

Too late. With one swift, smug motion, he swiped your textbook and notebook, sending them sliding off the bed with a dull thud. You stared at the floor in disbelief for a beat before turning back to him, hands in the air.

“Seriously?”

Eddie, now triumphant, wriggled into your lap like a child claiming a throne, arms coiling around your waist and legs tangling with yours until you were thoroughly pinned.

He rested his chin against your chest and gazed up at you with those impossibly big, soft brown eyes- eyes that knew exactly how to get their way.

A crooked, bashful grin tugged at his lips. “Hi.”

You narrowed your eyes, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you as they lifted just slightly. He was impossible. Infuriating. And totally irresistible.

You sighed, letting your fingers find their way into his curls. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Eddie nuzzled into you with a satisfied hum. “You’re lucky I’m persistent.”

And you knew exactly what he was up to the moment that playful glint sparked in his eyes, his cute smile twisting into that familiar mischievous grin, the one that always meant trouble, the kind you didn’t really mind.

Slowly, deliberately, he inched his way up your body, his weight pressing comfortably into you, grounding you in the moment.

His hands moved with feather-light teasing, fingertips grazing your sides as he crawled closer, until his face hovered just inches from yours. You could feel the warmth of his breath fan against your cheek, the scent of his cologne and a hint of cigarettes clinging to him.

Then came the first kiss- soft, almost comically innocent. A mere brush of lips, fleeting and barely there.

You raised an eyebrow, but he only grinned wider.

Another kiss. A little firmer this time, but still far too sweet to be taken seriously.

“Eddie…” you warned playfully, a smirk tugging at your mouth.

A third kiss. A fourth. Each one drawn out just enough to make you squirm, until he pulled back, eyes scanning your face like he was memorizing every twitch, every falter in your resolve.

And then it came, that laugh. The one you tried to fight off, bubbling up anyway, light and breathy and completely helpless against his antics.

He loved that sound.

The second it escaped you, he dipped back down, and this time your lips met his eagerly. Gone was the teasing restraint, replaced by something deeper, more consuming.

You kissed him with slow-burning passion, hands threading through his hair as he sighed into your mouth like he’d been waiting for you to give in all along.

The world melted away, replaced by the softness of his skin, the heat between you, the steady thrum of shared affection that made everything else feel secondary.

Eddie’s hands slowly caressed your body, feeling you up before settling on your hips. With enough force he was able to roll you both over, him laying on his back with you in his lap.

Due to the movement your lips had unfortunately separated, even though it was only seconds- it felt like minutes.

Everything about Eddie drove you crazy, his jokes, his charm, his dramatics and his insanely handsome face. And right now, all you needed was to kiss that pretty face. But Eddie was faster than you and quickly pulled you back in by your neck.

His lips smashed against yours again, not wasting much time before slipping his tongue in your mouth. Exploring and teasing you until you started to ground your hips against his more firmly.

Eddie bucked his hips up to meet yours and let out a groan upon the stimulation. Sometimes this gets you more worked up than the actual sex. Just dry humping each other until you got off.

You moaned in Eddie’s mouth when he grabbed your ass cheeks and grinded you against him hard, pausing the kiss. Your clothed sexes hitting each other just right, making you roll your eyes back.

Eddie fucked his hips up harder, the friction against his cock driving him insane. He couldn’t stop. It felt too good. You were both starting to get close, but you needed more, needed his hands, tongue or cock- it didn’t matter.

“Ed’s wait, fuck- need you please.”

Eddie stilled his hips with what little restraint he had, and flipped you over. Your back now landing on the mattress, as Eddie’s already heaving form crawled on top of you. He was so horny, he’d do anything you’ll tell him.

“What do you want baby? Hm? Daddy’s cock, or maybe my mouth first?” Eddie’s eyes were filled with lust as he peered down at you, hair dishevelled and messy.

“Your mouth- Please-” You whined, trying to kiss him again but he backed away.

“No no, please…what?” Eddie tutted, his hands keading your thighs. Since you were wearing your shortests, comfiest shorts, he had a perfect view of the wet patch forming already. Knowing how wet he made you never got old.

“Please daddy, need your mouth first.”

He grinned at your words, and lowered his head to kiss and suck at your neck. His lips grazed your skin, letting his tongue roam before he softly blew- as if you weren’t worked up enough.

When you bucked up your hips, he decided to give you mercy. Eddie let his hands slide up from your thighs to one of his metallica t-shirts you were wearing and helped you pull it off. He bit his lower lip before diving in to suck on one of your nipples. Oh how Eddie loved the days you discarded your bra.

The feeling between your thighs started to become unbearable, your clit throbbing at this point. Luckily Eddie noticed your squirming and kissed down your now bare stomach to the edge of your shorts.

“Let’s take these off too baby, wanna see you.” Eddie cooed before pulling off your shorts when you nodded. He ripped off your panties too, and gave himself a show as he parted your legs.

Even with all his cozy lights on, he still got a perfect view of your glistening pussy. All wet and puffy for him. He licked his lips before finally planting a teasing kiss on your cunt, making you whine in response.

“Please daddy-” You whimpered, one of your hands moving down to grasp his curls.

Eddie decided to be nice, for now, and licked a long stipe up your folds. A high pitched moan left your lips, with how sensitive you were from Eddie’s teasing, everything felt terribly good.

Squelching noises filled Eddie’s room as his tongue lapped faster and faster against your clit, pulling loud cries from you. You desperately hold on to Eddie’s hair as he ruins you with his tongue.

To prepare you for his cock later, he slides one finger inside your wet cunt, it going in with ease due to how turned on you were. He slowly fingered you open while still pleasuring you with his mouth. Eddie hummed against your pussy, if he died now, he would die a happy man.

Once he felt like you could take more, he added a second finger, making you moan out his name as he thrusted his fingers inside you. He could feel how your wetness was dripping onto the sheets below, it only made his cock twitch more. Knowing he was doing that to you.

“I’m so close daddy!” You cried out, his fingers curling right against where you needed him. He positioned the tip of his tongue to move more precisely against your clit, making you fall apart on his fingers moments later.

He relished in the way you screamed his name, dragging out your orgasm as long as possible before finally letting you go. He was only just getting started, right now, he was still being nice to you.

You knew however things were going to get much more rough now. Eddie’s eyes seemed to have grown darker, his pupils widely dilated as he crawled back up to you like a predator.

Even though the way you had sex varied- loving, passionate, heated, slow, drunk, high or rough, Eddie always made sure you were pleasured first. Tonight he definitely was in a dominant mood, and you wanted nothing more than for him to use you.

Eddie planted his lips on yours again, forcing his tongue inside as he kissed you. The air was thick with arousal, Eddie having already leaked though the black ripped jeans he was wearing.

He pulled back, leaving a string of spit between you. It only drove him crazier when he took in your sweaty, blissed out state. He wanted to ruin you tonight.

“Are you gonna be good for me baby? Gonna let daddy make you feel good?”

You nodded frantically as Eddie started to pull off his shirt, revealing the tattoo’s littered on his pale chest. His happy trail was on full display, making you almost foam at the mouth. No matter how many times you fucked, you could never get enough of Eddie.

“Like what you see sweetheart?” Eddie grinned, falling back slightly into his usual teasing and playful demeanor before unbuttoning his jeans. He quickly lifted from the bed to fully take them off, leaving him in his boxers.

He gestured for you to come to him when he kneeled on the bed. You obediently did as you were told, sitting on your heels in front of him, waiting for his command.

“Wanna suck daddy’s dick before daddy splits you open?” Your heart jumped in excitement and you nodded once more.

“Words baby.”

“Wanna suck your dick daddy.” You repeated to him with blushed cheeks.

“Good girl, go on.”

You could feel your sensitive clit throb again at his words. Doing as you were told, you inched closer to him, lowering your head until you were face to face with his leaking bulge. Looking up at him expectantly, he gave you a nod.

Eddie was used to you going straight in, but with all the teasing he did to you tonight, you were getting payback, no matter the consequences. He gave you a questionable look when you simply pecked his clothed hard on.

“I’m warning you sweetheart.”

He tried not to show how it affected him, but you heard how he inhaled upon the touch. So you continued, leaving kisses on his bulge and even starting to lick at the wetted fabric, tasting the precum that had leaked through.

“Be good.”

Taking that as a sign to not push him further you pulled back. Hooking two fingers on each side at the waistband, you lowered Eddie’s boxers until his hard length sprung free, he was so hard at this point, it fully touched his belly button, beads of pre-cum still dribbling from his tip.

You smiled up at him innocently before taking him in your hand, tugging the skin over his tip before finally taking him in your mouth. Eddie couldn’t help but moan as he felt your warm, wet tongue grazing the skin.

He let his head fall back when you started to bob your head up and down his cock, gagging every so often when you had gone too deep. Eddie chuckled as you gagged once more, spit drooling from your chin onto the sheets.

“Cute, thinking you can take all of me. Is it too big for you baby?” Eddie cooed, trying not to gasp when your hand started to massage his balls.

You couldn’t answer when your mouth was stuffed full of his cock, so you continued to suck Eddie off. It was only seconds later that Eddie pulled you back by your hair.

“That’s enough, turn around and get on all fours. I think you deserve a little punishment for that shit you pulled just now, don’t you think baby?” His voice sounded hoarse and low, it made your walls clench in excitement.

You did as he ordered and even fully lowered your chest into the mattress, pushing out your ass for him teasingly. Eddie had to hold back and not immediately plunge his cock into your perfect hole that was on display for him.

Instead his hands spread open your cheeks, confusing you, was he going to punish you, or fuck you already? Eddie then tutted, letting one hand fall to his side as the other still caressed your right ass cheek.

“You know not to disobey me baby. Were you upset daddy teased you? Thought you should tease daddy back? You know that’s not how it works sweetheart.” Eddie reprimanded, his hand now massaging the fat of your ass.

You whined at his touch, anticipating what was coming.

“Such a fucking slut, arching your back like that. What? Thought you could distract me? Almost did baby, that’s how fucking hot you are.”

Just when you thought he was expecting an answer, his hand let go of you for a moment. Until it collided hard with your skin, making your body jerk and a surprised gasp leaving your lips.

You were sure your ass was already red from that one slap, but Eddie was not done.

“What do you think baby? I think ten more will do, don’t you?” Eddie groaned, playing with your ass again. He was already very worked up himself, but he knew it would be worth it.

“Mhmm.”

You shuddered.

His hand then slapped your cheek again, hard. Rings colliding with the skin, the sound cut through the room. He repeated it, each time smacking you harder. Until you whined and a tear rolled down your cheek.

“Aw I’m sorry baby, but you knew what would happen.” Eddie tutted, his hand now soothingly stroking the red and irritated skin.

“Don’t worry, daddy will give you his cock now, make you feel so much better huh?”

You could barely think, all you wanted was for him to stretch you out with his dick. Arching your back a little bit more down, you urged him to finally fuck you already.

Eddie chuckled behind you at how desperate you had become, and jerked himself a bit before letting his head slide through your soaked folds.

“Fucckk baby, so warm and wet. Even better than your mouth.”

Eddie drank in your cry when he nudged his tip inside, before sinking into you fully. Your tight walls enveloped him and he couldn’t hold back his own moan. He relished the feeling for a moment before fully pulling out again.

He already earned a protesting whine from you and smiled to himself. When you wiggled your ass back, he took hold of your hips and gave you what you wanted.

He thrusted his cock back inside you and immediately started a steady rhythm. Your pussy squelched around him, the dirty noise filling the room, as well as the sounds of Eddie’s heavy balls smacking against your skin.

You could not stop moaning his name, begging him to fuck you harder. You needed it rough tonight.

“What was that baby?” Eddie groaned, his tip hitting your cervix just right.

“Please daddy- harder!”

That was all Eddie needed. He propped up his right leg and held himself stable with his foot on the bed. Then he really let go. Pounding into you hard, holding onto your hips for dear life so you wouldn’t fall over.

He couldn't blame you, he knew that you were so cock drunk you couldn’t even hold onto anything, you just let him take you. Eddie drove into you over and over, his entire body now covered in sweat.

He could feel himself getting close, his balls drawing tight and tip twitching. You were no better, your cunt clenching around him tightly as you drooled onto the mattress below. Eddie really needed to change his sheets after tonight.

“You gonna come for me sweetheart? Fuck, want you to cream on my cock!” Eddie’s dominant demeanour was faltering the closer he got. You loved the way you could make him a whimpering, moaning mess too, even when he was rough with you.

“Mm- gonna cum daddy, please- please my c-clit!” You moaned, barely getting out what you needed.

Eddie still heard you and moved one of his hands from your hip to between your thighs. Rubbing your clit along with his hard and fast thrusts. He was really hoping to make you squirt tonight, already groaning at the thought.

It was getting hard to reach your clit well while also driving into you, so Eddie hunched more over your body, moving his left hand off your hip as well, so he could use his arm to press you against his stomach.

His hips now rutted into you perfectly and you could only mewl as Eddie used his skilled fingers to finally make you cum. Eddie got his wish when you couldn’t hold back, and squirted on his dick, his legs and the sheets- which he might as well throw away at this point.

You cried out Eddie’s name, yet he did not stop- rutting into like a rabid dog chasing his own relief. Eddie let out a string of curses as he rolled his hips harder against yours. He was so fucking close, his balls aching for relief.

Pounding into a few more times, his brain turned to mush. Eddie let out the loudest strangled moan you had ever heard as his cum filled you up. His thrusts now slowed but he did not stop until Eddie was sure he fully emptied himself.

He stayed pressed against you, kissing your shoulder as you both caught your breath. But Eddie had gone soft and had to pull out. With a hiss, he left your warm cunt and pulled out of you.

He fell back on the mattress and you let yourself fall onto your side, feeling how Eddie’s cum trickled out of you. But Eddie couldn’t leave you for long, he forced himself up and got a wet towel for the both of you.

Climbing back onto the bed with a loving smile, he kissed your forehead before using the towel to clean you up. Using the other side to clean his own dick. When he felt like it was good enough, he threw it on the floor.

The mattress shifted beneath you with a familiar creak as Eddie slid in beside you, the worn springs groaning softly under his weight. Without a word, he wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged your boneless, thoroughly spent body against his chest.

His skin was still warm, slick in places, and his heartbeat thudded steady and soothing where your back met his chest.

You let out a contented sigh, every muscle in your body pleasantly sore, Eddie had really worn you out tonight. But as your fingers idly traced circles along the curve of his forearm draped around you, your eyes flicked up to his face.

God, he was beautiful like this- hair tousled and damp with sweat, falling in wild curls over his forehead. His lips were parted in a lazy, satisfied grin, eyes half-lidded with that soft, blissed-out glow that made your heart flutter. It was impossible to be annoyed for long when he looked at you like that.

But then… reality came crashing back in.

“Shit,” you muttered, eyes snapping shut as frustration surged up like a wave.

Eddie, barely conscious and still floating in the afterglow, groaned sleepily into your shoulder.

“What now?”

“My homework,” you groaned, flopping back against the pillow with an exasperated huff. “You made me forget it- again. It’s literally due Monday, Eddie.”

He let out a laugh that was equal parts smug and sleepy, his hand smoothing up and down your side as he pulled you even closer, as if to physically keep you from escaping.

“Sorry, baby.” He murmured, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “Maybe next time don’t be so damn irresistible.”

You twisted in his arms just enough to give him a mock glare, but it quickly melted under his soft grin and the warmth of his touch. With a sigh, you let your head fall back against his chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat lull you into stillness.

“Next time.” You mumbled, eyes fluttering shut.

But you both knew there’d be no resisting him next time either.

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ladykailitha · 3 months ago

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Heartbreak in Overdrive Part 1

Yeah, I know this is supposed to be Spellbound, but like this has five chapters in backlog, and it really needs to be let out before it breaks containment.

The title comes I'll Wait by Van Halen, as I wanted something to do with fashion and @bookworm0690 really came in clutch with these lyrics.

Summary: Eddie is a top model know for his temper tantrums. Steve is war photographer coming out of a traumatic experience by doing fashion photography. When hotheaded Eddie runs up against Steve's cool under pressure attitude, sparks fly.

Also I tend to make up fictional brands so I don't have to keep running for google every time I need a brand name for something.

Eddie Munson fought hard to be where he was. He had climbed up from the literal fucking gutter to being a top model. Fuck that bitch for ruining that title in the minds of the masses, making it meaningless, but he earned it.

He had full creative control over every little aspect of his shoots and everyone knew it. They knew what they were getting when they hired him. Every part of him was what they fucking paid for. His whole glam metal look was a package deal. His long hair, his tattoos, his style. That’s what they got when they hired him.

His current gig was St. John Whiskey, they were trying to appeal to the younger party crowd with their new canned cocktails. Eddie had tried them and they weren’t half bad. If someone served them at rave he went to, he would happy down several of the damn things. But he wouldn’t ask for them. Like ever.

Eddie briefly wondered who was going to shoot the ad, because they hadn’t told him before he signed on the dotted line. Not that it mattered, whoever they got would try to fob it off to someone else. That little detail made the little demon in Eddie curl up and purr. That companies would trip over themselves to get Eddie to model for them, while the actual photographers were fighting over who had to photograph him.

He arrived on set which was made up to look like a club, there were about a dozen extras all tarted up in club gear. To the right was his hair and makeup artist, Vickie Cameron, to his left was his manager next to a row of clothes that Eddie would choose from for the shoot.

Tucked behind a little partition were three photographers; Jonathan Byers, Argyle Ramirez, and Tommy Hagan. They were all playing roshambo. They were playing several games before Tommy groaned.

“Fuck!” he cursed and then walked over to get his kit. His assistant Carol immediately started setting up the lights and shit from his stuff while Argyle and Jonathan celebrated their win.

“Hello, boys,” Eddie said sweetly, causing everyone nearby to jump in the air.

Jonathan had the decency to look embarrassed, Argyle just grinned at him. Tommy on the other hand, his expression soured.

“Munson,” he said tersely. “Keep the tantrums to a minimum and maybe both of us will fucking survive this day.”

Eddie’s face transformed into a feral grin. “Do you job properly and there won’t be a tantrum to be had. Be the hack you usually are and I make no promises.”

Tommy surged forward, likely to start swinging, but Jonathan held him back. Eddie batted his eyelashes at him innocently, then he turned on his heel and made straight to Chrissy and wardrobe. Hopefully they had something good in there he could wear.

Eddie walked over to Chrissy as she was separating some shirts for him.

“They want a dance club vibe,” she said as she handed him four shirts, two jackets, and three pairs of pants. “Everything here has your style but with that club flare they’re looking for.”

He smirked. “Someone, somewhere is learning.”

She swatted at his ass. “Go get dressed, dick. Then hurry back so we can get your accessories picked out so we can get Vickie started on your hair and makeup.”

Eddie nodded and took his prizes to the dressing room. The first jacket was a blueish-black racer jacket and the other was a suit jacket with black sequins embroidered in a brocade pattern. The shirts were all button ups. Of the two black options, one was a soft cotton and the other was satin. The white shirt was of the same material of the first black shirt and the remaining shirt was a silky grey. The pants ranged from tight leather to ripped denim with a tuxedo pant thrown in for funsies.

He tried on several combinations before he settled on the leather jacket, the silver shirt, and tight leather pants. He padded back out to Chrissy who had an array of watches, necklaces, bracelets, chains, and shoes.

He immediately pulled out the shiny combat boots and started layering the jewelry just the way he liked it. Once he was satisfied, he sat down at Vickie’s chair and flipped his hair. “Miss DeMille, I’m ready for my close up!”

Vickie laughed. “Let’s get this pretty face even prettier for the camera.” She got to work on his hair first, washing and conditioning it to take the hair products it would take to tame Eddie’s famous curls.

By the time he was finally ready, so was Tommy and Carol.

She eyed him and then nodded approvingly. He matched the vibe they were going for, but stood out in a fashionable way.

“Ready when you are, princess,” Tommy sneered, pulling out a camera from one of his bags.

Eddie grinned at him and then got into position. Tommy called out poses and shots while Carol managed the lenses, cameras and filters. Things were going well until they weren’t.

“Can someone please tell me why this asshole extra keeps standing in my fucking light?!” he growled.

Tommy stood up from where he had been crouched on the floor. “There is no one in your light, I’m literally taking the pictures and there is not single shade over you.”

“Not that light, dumbass,” Eddie snarled, “the light from the disco ball. It’s supposed to be glittering on my face to bring in the club vibe but some asshole is literal blocking it.”

Tommy went through the memory card and went back as far twenty frames. “Shit, he’s right.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Of course I’m right, so are you going to get this asshole to stop mugging the shots or am I going to have to lock myself in my dressing room until you do?”

“I don’t even know who it is,” Tommy snapped back. “How am I supposed to find a needle in a fucking haystack?”

Eddie threw his arms in the air. “The disco ball is there!” He pointed behind where he was sitting at a table and to the left. “So it’s obviously NOT the people to my right or in the foreground! Use your fucking head!”

He stood up and stalked toward dressing room, leaving a path of destruction in his wake of knocked over chairs and people glaring at him as he pushed by them.

It took Tommy and Carol about an hour to find out who had been blocking the disco ball’s light and coach Eddie out his dressing room.

All the news articles blew up that Eddie Munson threw a fit on the set of his most recent photo shoot again. Talking about what a diva he was and how unhinged he was.

Chrissy sat him down to talk about the articles. “You probably shouldn’t have thrown the chairs, let’s be fair. But all the pictures that were taken after you came back were the best shots Tommy took.”

Eddie sneered. “They were in the way and I didn’t throw them, I tried pushing them out the way and they got tangled up and they fell. I just needed to be somewhere else in that moment or more than just chairs would have been flying.”

Chrissy sighed. She knew. She knew better than anyone how much space Eddie needed when he got into his head.

“Well,” she said, “we’ll ride it out like we always do. If Tom Cruise can come out of coach jumping with a career intact, you will come of this one just fine, too.”

Eddie threw his head head back and buried his hands into his hair. He counted backward from twenty until he got his thoughts under control.

“I wish Carol was the photographer,” he said mournfully. “She actually seems to understand the artistry behind taking the perfect shot.”

“And we both know she’s never going to a chance,” Chrissy said ruefully, rolling her eyes. “Because she’s a woman. But it wasn’t her who found the extra who was getting in the way of the shots.”

That made Eddie sit up. “Yeah, then who did?”

Chrissy shrugged. “Some friend of Tommy’s who was visiting. He’s some hot shot war photographer that Tommy met in art school and was in town for a couple of days for some award show.”

“Maybe hire him next time,” Eddie said with a snort.

When Eddie heard that it was going to be Argyle Ramirez doing the shoot for the Eva Laurent cologne that he was mildly annoyed. He wasn’t the incompetent asshole that Tommy was, but he was far too laid back for his tastes.

Eddie got to the set which was in Argyle’s studio. Everything was white and would be lighted to the appropriate colors. In the middle was a single black leather chair; one of those overstuffed kind.

There were about a half dozen people milling around and that brought him up short.

“Um...” he said glancing over at Chrissy briefly. “I thought it was going to be a closed set?”

Argyle looked up at him with that hazy, dopey smile of his. “The man of the hour has arrived. Awesome!” He looked around at the other people in the room. “Don’t worry my man, once you’re ready to drop robe, most of these people will have cleared out.”

“Most?” Eddie asked, trying not squirm.

“Sure,” Argyle said, blinking at him in confusion. “I’ve got to have my assistants to move things around and shit. But everyone else will have cleared out.”

Eddie bit on his lip. He couldn’t argue with that. Though he had tried. Several times before. Whenever he pushed back on being naked in front of strangers he was told that he was baring his ass to the world, what was a few extra people on the day of the shoot.

He went to go get his hair and makeup done, with Vickie trying to ease her nerves but talking about her long distance girlfriend who also did hair, but always needed help with her smokey eye makeup.

Eddie let her chatter wash over him and he relaxed, getting out of his head and into his body. His body was his job, his sanctuary, and his weapon all rolled into one. He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, releasing the last bit of tension in his shoulders.

When he came out of hair and makeup he was pleased to find there were only two other people there besides Argyle. One knelt by a bag, while the other stood by the lights.

That was more than he would have liked, but he had to let it slide. He knew that there were some photographers who had full on teams and all they did was take the pictures. But Eddie had it in his rider that if they wanted him to model for them they couldn’t use those photographers.

He was about down to his underwear when Argyle came bursting into the room. He shrieked and pulled his pants over his crotch.

“Don’t you knock?!” Eddie roared in outrage, clutching his pants close to his body as a shield.

Argyle held his hands up and backed out. “Sorry, dude, I thought hadn’t gotten undressed yet.” He closed the door.

Eddie could tell the man was waiting awkwardly outside so he hurried to get undressed and throw on the black satin robe he was given. He tied the sash tightly around his waist and slid the slippers on his feet. He slowly opened the door and peeked out to make sure it was just Argyle waiting for him.

He stepped out into the hallway and Argyle looked up from his phone.

“You ready now?” he asked.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but if you had been like a minute later or two minutes sooner, I wouldn’t have been in the middle of getting undressed.”

“I’m going to be seeing you naked in five minutes anyway,” Argyle groused. “I really don’t see what the problem is.”

Eddie bit his tongue. He wanted to say the difference was consent, but it seemed like nothing would penetrate the thick fog of weed smoke around the photographer’s head. He just strolled past, his head held high.

Once he had warmed up enough he dropped the robe and the assistant in charge of the lenses rushed forward to grab it.

He sprawled on the leather chair, the material sticking to his ass.

After a few minutes of struggling to get comfortable he finally snapped.

“Is there anyway we can put something down on the chair so my skin isn’t being peeled off with every move I make?”

One of the assistants, Eddie couldn’t be assed to care which one, rushed forward with a long golden drape and laid it over the leather chair. Then when Eddie sat back on it she draped it over his body artistically, making the shot more provocative and less in your face nudity.

“Good thinking, Karla,” Argyle huffed as he knelt to take the next shot. “Pull his hair out a little bit so that it lays flat over the drape.”

Karla hurried to do as she was told. The shoot went more smoothly after that, but he could tell Argyle was annoyed for not having thought of the drape first.

Eddie didn’t spend the whole shoot covered by the drape, but it added something special to the ad that the Eva Laurent people loved.

But Argyle told everyone that Eddie had been reluctant to disrobe in front of people and that’s why the drape was added.

It pissed Eddie off, but with people wanting to believe the worst of him, trying to refute it was like pissing in the wind.

But he made sure to tell the Eva Laurent people that it was Karla’s idea for the drape on his way out, just to fuck with him back.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Tag List: NINE SLOTS REMAINING

1- @itsall-taken @estrellami-1 @zerokrox-blog @sadisticaltarts @dolphincliffs

2- @gregre369 @a-little-unsteddie @irregular-child @cryptid-system @kultiras

3- @maya-custodios-dionach @goodolefashionedloverboi @val-from-lawrence @carlyv @wonderland-girl143-blog

4- @bookbinderbitch @bookworm0690 @forgottenkanji @dreamercec @blondie1006

5- @yikes-a-bee @awkwardgravity1 @genderless-spoon @fearieshadow @thesecondfate

6- @dragonmama76 @ellietheasexylibrarian @thedragonsaunt @useless-nb-bisexual @disrespectedgoatman

7- @counting-dollars-counting-stars @tinyplanet95 @ravenfrog @swimmingbirdrunningrock @lingeringmirth

8- @gutterflower77 @a-lovely-craziness @just-a-tiny-void @w1ll0wtr33 @beelze-the-bubkiss

9- @chaotic-waffle

#my writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailtiha writes #fashion model au #steve is a photographer #eddie is a model

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bingbongsupremacy · 5 months ago

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Surprise Boyfriend

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

Warning: Cursing, mentions that reader is plus size but doesn't emphasises, insecurities

Summary: You're in love with Eddie but he doesn't like you back. Right? You're just friends. That's why it's so surprising when he asks to meet your parents.

*Not Proof Read*

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I’m not sure when things started to change between Eddie and me. We've been friends for a while, hanging out after school, talking about everything from Dungeons & Dragons to heavy metal. We joke around, complain about the crazy world around us, and escape to our own little bubble where things just make sense. But lately? It feels different.

Eddie’s always been a little flirty with me. It's just his nature. He’s got that sarcastic charm that comes with being an all-around badass—a wild, untamed guy that everyone notices. His long, messy hair, the leather jacket he always wears, his constant rock ‘n’ roll vibe, and, of course, the undeniable smirk that’s always on his face. I never really thought much of it. We’re friends. He’s just Eddie being Eddie. But now? I’m starting to wonder if there’s more to it.

The way he looks at me sometimes. The way his arm casually drapes around my shoulders when we sit close. The way he holds my hand, like it’s something natural, like we’ve been doing it forever.

But then I remember—Eddie’s the kind of guy who’s into wild, pretty girls. Not… well, not me. I’m not thin, I’m not what everyone expects. I’ve got extra weight, and I always feel like I’m the last person someone like Eddie would ever want to date. He’s got a reputation to uphold, after all, and I’m just his friend. Nothing more.

It’s a Saturday, and we’re lying on Eddie’s bed again, watching one of those cheesy 80s slasher flicks. We’ve been here for hours, the room filled with the scent of old pizza and the faint smell of smoke from the joint we shared earlier. Eddie’s strumming his guitar quietly in the corner, the soft music blending with the sounds of the TV. He’s so comfortable here, and for the first time in a long while, I feel relaxed too.

"So..." Eddie glances over at me, his eyes mischievous. “When am I gonna meet your parents?”

My heart skips a beat, and I turn to face him, unsure of what he’s getting at. “What?” I ask, the word coming out a little more confused than I intended.

“You know,” he says, still grinning. “I feel like I’ve spent enough time with you, your friends, and your—well, your extended family. What about the folks? When do I get to meet them?”

I blink, unsure if he’s joking or being serious. “Eddie, what the hell? Why would you need to meet my parents?”

He sits up, running a hand through his messy hair, his expression turning slightly more serious, but there’s still a playful edge to it. “Because, Y/N, I’m your boyfriend.”

I laugh a little, but then I catch the look in his eyes. He’s not joking. Or at least, he doesn’t seem to think he’s joking. My breath catches in my throat. “Boyfriend?” I repeat, barely able to hide the confusion in my voice.

Eddie chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Y/N, come on. We’ve been going on dates for months. I even took you to that picnic last weekend, remember? We smoked a little weed, and I bought you dinner afterward. That’s a date, sweetheart. Plus I invite you to my shows and then dinner afterward. I consider that a date.”

I swallow hard. Oh god. I didn’t realize that’s what that was. I thought we were just hanging out, just… being us. I mean, Eddie’s invited people to see his band before, so I just assumed this was another one of those things. He’s always friendly to everyone. And yeah, we’ve shared some quiet moments together, but I never thought it meant what he clearly thinks it does.

“But you invite everyone to your shows, Eddie,” I say, trying to explain myself, my voice trembling a little. “I thought you were just being nice, like you always are. Like, friendly Eddie.”

He narrows his eyes at me, leaning in a little closer. “I’m always nice, sure. But I don't pay for everyone's dinner. Being nice isn't the same thing as asking someone on a date, is it?” He gives me a pointed look, clearly a little frustrated.

I chew on my lip, still unsure of what I’m missing. “I don’t know, Eddie,” I say quietly. “I just thought… we were friends.”

He grins, his usual cocky charm returning. “I thought we were more than that. I mean, come on. We’ve been holding hands, sharing this bed, watching movies together. You’re practically my girlfriend without all the labels.”

I feel a warmth spread across my cheeks as I glance down at my hands. He’s right—we’ve been close. Really close. But I never thought of it in those terms. I’m not used to being the girl who gets that kind of attention. Especially not from someone like Eddie.

“I don’t know what to say,” I whisper. “I didn’t realize you felt that way. I didn’t think you wanted to be with me.”

Eddie gently takes my hand, squeezing it softly. “Why wouldn’t I want to be with you? You’re incredible. You’ve been there for me, Y/N. You come to all my shows, you cheer me on like you’re my biggest fan. You support me—like a girlfriend would. I thought you knew.”

I feel my heart pounding in my chest. Does he really feel that way about me?

The weight of his words settles on me, and I begin to understand. He’s been there for me too, in his own way. He’s always included me, always been there to make me laugh, always made sure I felt important. I start to realize that maybe I’ve been blind to what’s been right in front of me this whole time.

“We’ve been hanging out so much,” I say, a little embarrassed, “I just thought it was normal. I mean, I never thought you were asking me out. I thought you were just… being Eddie.”

Eddie smiles, the tenderness in his eyes making my chest tighten. “I get it,” he says. “But I’ve been asking you out, Y/N. We’ve been going on dates. I don’t do this with anyone else, you know. It’s always been you.”

I nod, trying to process everything. The hand-holding, the moments when he pulls me closer when we’re sitting next to each other, the way he makes sure I’m always part of whatever he’s doing. He’s been showing me, in his own way, that he cares.

“You’re right,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “I just… I didn’t know. I didn’t realize.”

Eddie brushes a lock of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle, and I can’t help but melt into it. “Well, now you do,” he says softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

I smile, feeling something shift between us. Maybe I’ve been blind to it all along. Maybe I was the one who didn’t see what was right there in front of me. But now I do. And somehow, knowing that Eddie really does want to be with me makes everything feel right.

As Eddie leans back, his arm sliding across my shoulders, I feel like maybe—just maybe—I’m finally seeing things clearly. And I can’t help but wonder what the next step for us is.

#x you #x reader #x female reader #stranger things x reader #xreader #x chubby reader #fanfiction #fanfic #stranger things #x eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #x fat reader #x plus size reader

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littlemelaninfics · 1 year ago

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Surprise, Surprise

a/n: I had this mostly written in my drafts before Bi!Buck actually became canon and wanted to finish it, so enjoy <3 (18+ ONLY) part 2: Santa Baby HERE

Warnings: pregnant reader, fluff (whoa! Cali writes fluff? Don’t get used to it 😉)

“Is y/n feeling okay?”

“Yeah. Why do you ask?”

“Because she looks - Well she looks a little-“

“Hot.” Maddie said.

“Yeah that,” Chim agreed while pointing to Maddie.

“Hot?” Buck asked furrowing his brow.

“As in sexy. Foxy. Hot!” Maddie said very bluntly that even had her husband looking at her. Athena and Hen scurried to the three at the kitchen island to join in,

“You guys talking about Y/n?” Hen asked.

“I don’t mean to be suggestive as I am a woman of class, but whatever you’re doing Buck, keep doing it,” Athena nodded as she raised her glass to the gals.

“It’s not that she wasn’t THAT before now, but we haven’t seen her in a while and she looks and even feels different. I can feel her vibe from here,” Hen said as she playfully grasped at the air in your direction.

“Uh, heh, yeah. I guess things are a little different,” Buck said while looking back at you sweetly,

“Uh, I mean, things are good! Great even! That’s why you guys are here. We wanted to see everyone in one room for once,” Buck smiled, “so glad you’re all here.” Buck sipped on his beer before his foot got stuck any further down his throat.

The get together was in full swing when you went and grabbed the extra bag of ice from the freezer. Buck saw you out of the corner of his eye and practically flew out of his pants rushing over to you. Eddie saw the interaction from across the room and squinted his eyebrows in his chismoso ways. He migrated to the group by the counter with a full on detective look on his face,

“Y’all saw that, right?”

“You mean the way Buck Scooby-Doo’ed his way out of his seat to help a grown woman carry 10 pounds of ice? Yeah.” Hen confirmed. All heads turned to Eddie waiting for an explanation.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“You’re his best friend,” Maddie said matter of factly.

“You’re his sister,” Eddie mocked back.

“I mean it would explain the changes we all see,” Hen shrugged her shoulders.

“The glowing skin, thicker hair, filled out in the appropriate places…” Athena drifted off.

“The cravings, the mood swings, the crying…” Chimney chimed in. Now all heads swifted his way,

“I saw her last Thursday-

“Chimney!”

“Dude!”

“What!? I wasn’t paying attention to anything except the safety and well being of my Jiyung. But it does make a little more sense now…”

They stared on as Buck kissed you on your forehead and took the ice to the cooler. Bobby rounded the corner in the backyard and made his way over to you, giving you the biggest hug. The group realizes he’s pointing to Buck a lot and using grand gestures,

“Think he knows something?” Hen asked Athena who just looked on. Bobby went to head inside when he spotted the gathering at the counter and immediately stopped in his tracks to turn the other way.

“He knows!” Eddie said has he raced around the counter, beating Bobby to bathroom,

“Hey Cap! What’s up?”

“What’s up, Eddie?”

“Nothin. Just hangin out, you know,” he said with a big smile and deep eye contact trying to read his Captain.

Feeling awkward,

“Alright well, I’m gonna..” Bobby said as he motioned to the bathroom.

“Yeah, man! For sure! We’ll be right out here!” Eddie walked back to the island.

“He’s not coming out,” Chimney said, “Do you think that’s why everyone’s here? So they can tell us all?”

“I guess we’ll find out, but we can’t in good conscience harass Bobby into telling us,” Athena said as she was the first to walk off.

The party went on for another hour or so when Buck called the attention of everyone,

“Y/N and I would first like to start off by thanking you all for being here. It means a lot to us that we can see the people we love and care about all together and creating memories. That’s why today is so special. Uh, it has come to my attention that some of you may be guessing…” he said as he turned his attention to his family and they turned to Bobby who kept his eyes wide and trained forward,

“My wife and I have created our true dream life and forever team. We’ve been through so much together and have been privileged to have had all of you by our side along the way. Which is why we are-words can’t even describe this feeling, but we are beyond blessed to announce that we are expecting our first child-”

The party erupted in cheer and Bobby let out a sigh of relief before joining in on the applause. Buck never got to finish his speech before parents were coming up to you both and giving hugs.

“You knew?” Athena asked Bobby.

“For 3 weeks now. He said he needed to tell someone but knew it was too early to tell everyone.”

“Ohh, so in the end you just respecting Buck’s wishes?” She delivered with a playful side eye.

“Exactly,” he said leaning down to kiss her forehead and pull her in.

Part 2

#evan buckley x black!reader #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley #buck 911 #eddie 911 #911 on abc #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley fluff #911 imagine #eddie diaz 911 #eddie diaz #gay firefighter show #bi!buck

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fuctacles · 7 months ago

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Witch Hunt

extra 1 | extra 2 | #witch hunt au

for @steddie-spooktober "witch" & @stevieweek "i don't know about this one..." prompt which i've altered quite a bit but used it twice so it kind of evens out, right???

E | 2568 | transfem!Steve (goes by Eve), witch!Steve, demon!Eddie, medieval fantasy, some arson and murder boyfriend vibes, magical srs, possible continuation, im sorry for all the lore | Ao3 more spooktober: "would you please stop trying to scare them?"

Eddie hated his job. Not only the human realm was much colder than Hell, but also, the Deal didn't always work. The success rate has been increasing each time, but it still pissed him off when nothing happened after he's been freezing his balls off for hours. He was starting to think all his fur was just decorative.

When he had arrived at Heimdall's, the guy threw him a skimpy tunic that barely covered his privates.

"Is this the only one you have? You can see my whole dick and balls in it," Eddie had complained, but beggars can't be choosers and all that.

He wraps the fabric tighter around himself when the next gust of air moves clouds away from the moon, making the pile of debris in the clearing visible. Time passes and Eddie waits impatiently, tapping his hooves against the ground, and idly picking stray grass blades from his tail. It seems like the pile moves a couple of times, but it's just the wind disturbing it.

A distant clock tower strikes midnight, and finally, the ash pile moves and keeps on moving, until a hand emerges. Eddie straightens up, his tail twitching in interest.

The ashes start breathing, the charred remains get knocked down and a coughing fit raises a dark cloud into the air. She'll be spitting soot for hours, but at least she's up now, another success for the statistics.

He decides to take pity on the poor girl and steps away from the fence he's been perched on, making room for his wings. With two good swats, the dirt is gone, leaving a slightly dirty, very naked woman in the middle of a charred circle.

He raises his eyebrows.

"These fucking perverts burnt you naked?"

She finally notices his presence, her red-rimmed eyes blinking rapidly to clear her vision, and stands up on shaky legs, still low on energy after her resurrection, barely maintaining her balance. Suddenly, Eddie doesn't seem to matter anymore, as her hands fly to her chest.

"What...?" she murmurs to herself.

Eddie tilts his head, watching the human with curiosity. Usually, the arrival of a demon gets a bigger fanfare, he's almost insulted, but he waits patiently. He already did for so long, and now he has something pretty to lay his eyes on for once. Witches usually came with ugly meat sacks, even after their resurrection.

"Where the fuck is my dick?!"

Ah, yes, that would explain it. The naked thing, too.

"Do you want it back?" Eddie asks because he's a demon with manners.

"No!" she protests immediately, eyes snapping up to him from observing her crotch. "No," she adds softer. "I like it like that." Her hand reaches down to inspect her new parts, so Eddie takes it upon himself to swat it away with his tail.

"Hey!"

He tsks, his long tongue slipping out to flick in a warning.

"Let's not put any more dirt in your holes, okay?" he berates her. Regretfully, he shrugs off the tunic he's been wearing and throws it at the girl. "For your modesty, m'lady."

She glowers at him but slips it over her head anyway. What was small for the demon, doesn't do much more for a human, especially not one with the curves that she has. She wrinkles her nose.

"Is there even a point? You can see my whole—"

Eddie slaps her hand preemptively.

"Hey! I wasn't even touching it!"

"Your hand was too close."

"No, it wasn't!"

Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Let's clean you up and then you can touch it all you want. You have a river in this ditch?" he asks, nose twitching in the air. He turns at the same time the witch points her hand.

"To the left of the village."

Eddie's eyes stray to the cluster of houses she seems determined not to look at.

"Do you have anyone left there?" he asks curiously.

"Not anymore," she scoffs, taking off towards the river.

Eddie has to follow her, he can't risk losing a witch, but an urge flares inside of him that he has to let loose. He claps his hands together and starts rubbing, sparks flying until a fire forms in his palm. He bounces it from one hand to another and nuzzles it with his finger, always happy to work with the little guys. When he feels the witch is watching him, he refocuses and whispers to it:

"Go, little one. Do your worst."

The flame flies off his palm, aided by a push from Eddie's phantom wings.

She doesn't ask, only eyes him curiously, but he pushes gently on her back to prompt her into walking along his side.

"It's gonna take a while," he says without any other explanation.

The walk isn't long, and soon she's handing over the tunic and dipping into the lazily flowing water, dark like ink but glittering with the reflection of stars above. The night sky is probably the only thing Eddie misses in the Underworld.

He sits on the plush grass, observing as the witch dunks under the surface and rubs her skin until it turns pink. It still contrasts with the water like it's made of the finest porcelain.

"I guess you're clean enough to explore now," he says as her movements slow down like she's already contemplating it. She must be, he can taste her curiosity from his spot on the river bank.

"You're gonna sit there and watch?" she glowers at him.

"Of course," he answers matter-of-factly. "I'm a demon."

She huffs, but this time it sounds more amused. Her hand travels down her body.

"What's your name, witch?" Eddie asks, resting his chin on his hand.

"Stev—" she hesitates.

"Eve?" he picks up curiously. That would be hilarious.

She kind of nods, kind of shakes her head.

"I was Steven, then I went by Stevonne, but..."

"That's okay, take your time," Eddie reassures her. "This is your Rebirth, you can pick any name you like."

She hums, and he can see her hand making slow, circling movements under the water.

"I like Eve," she admits.

"Yeah?" Eddie perks up with a smile. "You can call me Eddie. It's nice to make your acquaintance, Eve."

She smiles and opens her mouth to say something, but her attention is pulled somewhere above Eddie's shoulder. The water starts glowing orange.

"Looks like the little guy is having fun," he hums, not looking around. The glow of fire looks better on Eve's skin anyway.

The river carries distant cries for help, a reminder that it's not just a big, pretty bonfire.

"Don't worry, he'll get them all," he says.

"I'm not worried," she assures quickly.

Eve's fixated on the fire consuming her village, her eyes full of awe and the reflection of flames. She's glowing in the now orange water and she looks gorgeous reflecting Eddie's carnage like that. She'll look breathtaking among hellfire.

"Maybe we could spare some," he wonders out loud with a lazy smile. She looks back at him. "So we can hunt them down later. The way they hunt my new favorite witch."

She smiles, mean and thrilled. He'll have to fight fang and claw to keep her.

"Maybe we could."

They look at each other for a long while, until his eyes dip.

"You done?" Eddie looks pointedly at her stilled hand. She sighs with frustration.

"It's way different from this angle," she complains.

Eddie laughs out loud, the sound echoed by the collapsing church that used to tower over the townsfolk.

"Need a hand?" he offers, rolling his eyes when she eyes his claws with distrust. He flicks out his tongue instead. "Need a tongue?"

Eve's totally on board for that, clambering out of the water, her hazelnut hair dripping over her curves. The wet shine on her skin reflects the dancing flames and Eddie would be in love if he knew how to.

"Weren't you appalled that I was watching you just seconds ago?" he laughs at her, a little bit mean, but he already knows she can take it.

"Turns out I like that," she shrugs without shame, making Eddie's smile grow. The sight of his sharp teeth doesn't deter her either. In an instant, he has a lap full of a human, or at least as much of one there was left in Eve. He has her tits right in his face and he wouldn't be a demon if he didn't give them a taste, licking the river water off her skin. She sighs, fingers tangling in his unruly mane of hair, seeking purchase in his horns. He groans when she grabs them, and wraps his arms around her, pressing into her skin so he can flip them around, and lay her down in the bed of grass.

Her yelp turns into a delighted laugh and Eddie trembles with the sound. They don't make witches like that anymore. Free and open to the joys of life, ready to frolic and mingle with the things Unknown. Christianity made it so hard for demons and fae to get laid.

He presses hot kisses down her torso, spends extra time sucking around her navel, then nibbling around her mound, hiking her thighs higher and higher, nosing at the crease there, inhaling her scent, until he gets to his destination. It takes two, three expert licks for Eve to lock her legs around him and scream into the night.

Eddie gently laps up around her hole, her juices too precious to let fall on the grass below. Her breath hitches and she trembles but doesn't move away.

"Do you want more?" he asks, black eyes searching for an answer.

Her eyes are still full of fire.

"Yes."

So he gives her one more, then three, until he loses count and his tongue is numb and Eve's but a puddle of human-shaped limbs underneath him. When he laps at her entrance, drunk himself on her smell and taste, she spreads her legs invitingly, eyes blown and impossibly wide, sparkling with flames.

They stare into each other's dark eyes as he slithers his tongue inside. He rubs against her walls, searching for her face for a reaction, but she's too out of it for anything more than an involuntary twitch of muscles. However, when he moves away, she seems disappointed. He crawls up her body to properly look at her face, but before he can say anything, she lurches forward.

Kissing is not something he's used to in such circumstances, but he indulges anyway, letting her tongue inspect the sharp points of his teeth, and maneuver his hand on her breast. He squeezes, laps, and sucks, letting himself get lost in this new dance.

"You know," he says when she breaks away to restore oxygen. "I don't do that outside of sealing a deal," he admits.

Eve blinks at him owlishly.

"You don't kiss just for fun? Aren't you a demon?"

Eddie barks out a laugh.

"I guess kissing is too tame for our tastes."

"What's your taste?" she asks, curiosity radiating off of her in hot waves.

He hums, caressing her side.

"Insane witches, apparently."

"What do you do with them?" she presses on, her leg moving dangerously high up his body, the coarse hair of his thighs not enough to deter her.

"Well, personally..." Eddie likes to play with his food, a habit he couldn't shake since his childhood, so he rolls away from Eve to lie on his side instead. To placate her, he starts playing with the hair that grow low on her belly. "I collect the resurrected witches and show them around. You'll get a tour of Hell and any other realms you wish to see, and then I'll help you settle wherever you feel like."

With every word, the pout on her face only grows.

"You're not keeping me?" she asks, playing up the whine in her voice, but he knows there are genuine feelings behind it.

"Witches aren't meant to be tied down," he explains apologetically. "They're free spirits abusing the laws of reality." He reaches for her hand to press a kiss against her fingers. "It's a power best wielded in solitude."

She pries her hand away and sits up.

"Why would I want the power if I can't share it? Don't witches have like... familiars? Or something?"

Eddie frowns.

"A witch of your power doesn't need one. They're meant to amplify and aid spells, and you're pretty much on the same level as a common demon."

"Are you a common demon?"

"Yes," he nods.

"So we can't make a deal?" she presses on.

His frown deepens.

"Why would you want a deal with someone equal in power? Deals are made between a master and a servant."

"But is it not possible? Can't I have an equal by my side? A partner in crime?"

Maybe he should backtrack on her being his favorite. She's asking too many questions, ones he's not used to from a freshly reborn witch. He sighs.

"Technically you can, but it's an exclusive deal. You're tied for eternity, you belong to each other. It's not a common practice," he says, playing off what he's been told and overheard. "Master-servant contracts have an expiration date and are easier to break. I'm not sure a deal like that could even be broken."

Eve wraps her hands around her knees, processing the information.

"So I could tie a demon, or an equally powerful being, to myself for all eternity?"

Somehow, Eddie doesn't like the idea of Eve making a deal like that with a random demon. He nods, though.

"Yes."

"Let's say I'd want to do that with you, right now. How would that look?" she asks curiously.

He thinks about it, imagines it, and it pains him deep into his core.

"A simple deal is sealed with a kiss or a blood pact. A deal between equals requires an intercourse."

"Huh."

The idea doesn't seem appalling to her, which doesn't surprise him at this point. He can feel her eyes sliding down his body.

"You're not going to find my dick like that," he says with amusement.

She huffs but doesn't budge, searching his gaze instead.

"Wouldn't you want to make me yours? And you mine?"

Eddie considers it.

"I never thought about it before," he admits. "Is that something you'd want?"

She lays back on the grass with a sigh.

"I'm just tired of being alone. Of nobody staying. You're the nicest person I've met in years, and you're not even human." He laughs at that, and she turns towards him with a smile. "You burnt a village for me." She frowns. "Unless you do that for all the witches."

Eddie quickly shakes his head. Too quickly.

"Only the most mistreated ones," he admits.

"Is it a pity thing, then?"

"No," he protests again. "I wanted to do something nice for you."

Eve smiles.

"Thank you."

He smiles back, and when he leans down, she meets him for a lazy kiss.

"Would you make me yours?" she asks when they part and the offer sounds alarmingly tempting.

"You should meet other demons before making a commitment like that," he says, and she rolls her eyes. Then, his ears twitch as he finds the perfect distraction for them both.

"You ready to hunt?" he smiles down at her, wide and dangerous. "Someone escaped the fire."

ko-fi

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austinsastrology8991 · 2 years ago

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> Ascendant Aspects < How you Appear to be, and how your treated based off your appearances > why you look like a clown without makeup

Ascendant aspecting Sun - I like your smile. Did you put it on for me, or for yourself? yes your charismatic, yes we noticed why your so confident, yes your literally the greatest person do you really need us to shower you in affection all the fkn time? your extra but too many toppings ruin a good pizza. your the embodiment of the cheesy smile from that cat in alice in wonderland. main character energy for sure you get the attention and you know how to use it Ascendant Aspecting moon - 🌚 < dont they look like that.? idk but you guys look like someone you want to grab the cheeks of and treat like a baby, your like a sugar glider. but we know your emotional so we have to be careful with how we grab your cheeks 👀 please stop crying its just a joke > also; big ass eyes. you are so sweet that everyone just wants to take you home and feed you till you become so obese you cant leave Ascendant Aspecting Mercury - the most devilish and cheeky smile all at once. they look like a kid about to do something bad, or have just been caught doing something bad and are now trying to explain why they had to do that dumbassery. but no matter how much you explain yourself, we will still question you because its funny watching you come up with explanations. you give me the vibe of any character from cartoon network or nickledoen - timmy turner, southpark, phineas and ferb, ed edd and eddy, or fkn bart simpson, you act like a cartoon yes.

Ascendant Aspecting Venus - I dont normally do this but whats ur number? is what your used to hearing presumably. and its not necessarily because your attractive... okay you are, you can stop pouting now. but its because you know how to get attention and you clearly love getting it. but they act so superficial, and oblivious sometimes... like they purposrfully look away just so its easier for you to look at them, 💀 then they look back playfully and it gets you in the feels. remind me of doctor who's bitches (any of them) they all act the same idc what you say

Ascendant Aspecting Mars - so pissed off lol but its hot. they are fierce > if they want something they are going to get it, and even the mere consideration of negotiating what they want will just get them more mad. which makes them more attractive? idk people love their ferocity, and as much as people say they don't like aggressive types, they don't ever get in their way when they pissed off (ik because im hot head) your basically a hornet > and no one gonna fight a hornet without the proper precautions Ascendant aspecting Jupiter - Yall are excellent at impressions and being impressionable, idk how you do it so well. You just act normal but then pull off this funny shit and return back to normal like its nothing. you guys perfected just being, and this energy makes people want to be around you. Your like a firework, the explosion is awesome, but when it goes away your like damn that was awesome wish it stayed; but thats what makes it so good, because we never know when its coming, and when its gone we want it back lol Ascendant Aspecting Saturn - batman without the mask sucks. thats you. batman without the mask.... why so serious???? > "because life shouldnt be taking for granted and fuckery aint apart of my Repertoire" - is some whack ass shit yall would say. you have great dignity, but people get insecure around you because your on top of your shit. oh and you tell people to get on top of their shit all the fkn time lol. > your like a crow, you look like one and act like one. - Side note- one time i had a stand off with a crow: I was chilling at home and i was on top of these tile blocks, then this crow came along. I tried to scare him, by like staunching him just a bit. but he responded by gripping the tree branch he was perched on, by twisting his claw foot; and he did it with so much ferocity it made this bone cracking noise (from the strength of his grip gripping the tree) and suddenly i was intimated.... by a fkn crow. okay moving on

Ascendant Aspecting Uranus - how did you even become like that. no one really understands why you act the way you do, you do some really eccentric things which are eye grabbing but also disturbing the more you think about it. your like a sword fish. theres probably more effective ways to kill fish, but i mean a sword works, we are just wondering how you attached a sword to your face. also try to calm down, you doing so much and acting so bizarre that im actually more worried about you, even though im laughing my ass off. Ascendant Aspecting Neptune - your like a mirror of all that i ever could want in a person, and this mysterious allure you so easily pull off is truly enchanting. its like being around you makes it feel as if reality can so easily be readjusted into what i would like it to be. but this quality of urs is addicting, and no wonder people project onto you. but you cant even blame them, you literally shapeshift into whatever you want, and typically you like to show it off. your like a chameleon. or a axolotl Ascendant Aspecting Pluto - you scare people easily lol. your a spider. but spiders are sexy.... look at the BUNDA. okay but those teeth yeesh, have you ever seen a spider like lick its lips, bro its fkn scary. theres a reason arachnophobia is the most popular phobia and its because spiders are fucked. and yall are fucked. you move like a spider, and i swear to god you smile like one too lol. but people low key wanna be eaten by a spider..... so go ahead choose yo prey you fkn creepy crawler

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syoddeye · 3 months ago

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SY!!! I saw your post talking about cyberpunk and cod and now I can't stop thinking about it!

I just know that soon as John hears a sweet deal he calls up reader, knowing they're perfect for the job.

Eventually he begins to brag to the other fixers he knows, aka gaz, ghost, and soap who all want to hire reader but ofc John is way too possessive of them, bribing reader with extra eddies and even gifts reader iconic upgrades to their system.

I can imagine Viktor as Nikolai…giving them random discounts for him to replace their implants every time Price feels like the other boys are roping reader away…

oh i hadn't thought about all of them being fixers!

price. you're his favorite. the moment you arrived on the scene, you’ve been in his crosshairs. he has complete faith in you and no problem giving you the most dangerous, dirty jobs. he worries, of course, but he'll never bet against you. rewards you even when you break a few clauses. always inviting you round to family dinner. (i get padre vibes—not necessarily the religious angle, but the calmer, old-school vibe.)

gaz. ex-corp turned fixer. big regina jones vibes with that altruistic streak—helping cyberpsychos, but not afraid to get his hands dirty. maybe reader impresses him early on, or price recommends her for a job. you share a deep hatred for scavs and basically anyone snatching people off the street for their hardware and organs. after a flawless job, he hits you with a that's my girl and it keeps you up for a week.

soap 🤝 el capitan, fuck ass haircuts. calls and texts incessantly. sends you pics of new rides all the time. apartments. did you want tickets to the nc blackouts game in lieu of payment? you'd have to go with him, but—no? alright, yer loss. (later that night, he sends you a selfie from the game, arm slung around someone who could pass for your double. fucking weird.) loves sending you after maelstrom.

ghost. man. honestly? could see him as something between a fixer and a ripperdoc. knows all the best and worst characters, loves to get his hands on fine equipment. roots around in you while you're at your most vulnerable in his chair. always has a hand on you if you're in his office—which is all the time, because face-to-face is more secure than any encryption, bird. takes to tapping your nose with a knuckle when you take a job. his breathing goes real rough when you report back, bloodied and bruise, and steals a squeeze for a job well done.

nikolai…oof, i think he could be a nasty fixer, too. but i get the ripperdoc vibe, too. you would have never gone to this clinic if john hadn't vouched for him. he always has the latest and greatest hardware in stock and a steady supply, but has a rule: you don't ask about where he gets any of it. lots of nasty jokes when he's wrist-deep in your abdomen.

#sy asks #thanks for the lunch time fun

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trashmouth-richie · 1 year ago

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the boy is mine // ziggy’s version ♡

@carolmunson prompt

♡firstly, i’m so excited about this, for the unification this could have for all of us fandom wide— hopefully there are more ideas like this in the future 💕

tw: depictions of hard times, established relationship, blue collar (?) vibes, money troubles, but you’re in love so it’s a non issue. fluffy, illusions to smut but nothing mentioned.

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the scene: a romantic night in at the trailer.

props included/mentioned (in passing or can hold bigger meaning): a throw pillow, vanilla frosting, a small notebook.

dialogue included (can be manipulated slightly if needed, can be placed in any order):- "i ran out of like, nice cups, is this okay?" - "aw, don't be like that. that's not even true."- "and you like that?"- "if you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem."

Birthdays.

Something rarely celebrated between the two of you. Even though you both agree every year would be different, every new year’s resolution—sworn to do it, but always falling short.

Until this year.

It wasn’t a pony or a working television, and still with the daily struggle of bills piling up and work slowing down— Eddie promised himself, your day would be special.

He dipped into the ‘broken window’ fund— started when some little shits tossed rocks at the “freak’s house”. It consisted of an empty pickle jar that lived in the same dark bottom cabinet holding the potatoes.

Just a few bucks, that’s all he would need until payday on friday.

The shopping basket was nearly pathetic looking as he scoured aisles for a special treat, realizing he had come up short when he needed an extra few bucks for gas.

Putting back the cake mix, the card, and a pack of twizzlers—Eddie left the store with a single can of vanilla frosting, the off brand kind.

He rushed home, hoping to still have enough time to beat you there before your shift ended at work.

Scrounging for the small notebook you got him for christmas, he flipped through the pages filled with past conversations about the pros and cons of leaving the trailer park, a forgotten list for groceries, and an even shorter list of bills that could be pushed back a few days.

He finally finds a clean sheet, clear of pen marks and gets to work. His hands flew with D&D esque inspired calligraphy, scrawling “happy birthday baby!” with a tiny jagged heart at the bottom with his initials.

A car door slams on creaky hinges and he knew you were home before even hearing your soft footsteps on the worn concrete— giving him only seconds to do a quick sniff of his pits and rake through his hair with his fingers— rings getting stuck along the way.

Your keys jingle on your finger as you lug your purse by its strap, nearly to the ground like you were walking a dog on a leash.

“There she is,”

The same cheesy charmer line he had greeted you with since you were teens meeting between classes by your locker, faces wedged almost as one to kiss as much as you could before being late. Hormones on fire.

Eddie ‘benjamin button’ Munson aged backwards, you were sure of it. Where you looked exhausted at any given hour, Eddie's puppy dog eyes grew bigger every day, not a single wrinkle on his cherub face.

“Hey babe,” you yawned with a hand covering your mouth, “did’y have a good day?”

His smile, all dimples and porcelain teeth stretched a mile wide along with his arms as you walked into them, pressing your cheek to the middle of his chest, arms slung lazy on his hips.

“Always a good day babe, never bad. And..someone, not sure who, has a birthday.”

Lifting your head his chin is dipped to you, “someone doesn’t like their birthday, Eddie— it’s a waste.”

You never had, it was never happy before Eddie— stemming from divorced parents fighting about which one should pick up the cake, and who was buying the gifts because ‘I did it last year’ which ultimately dissolved into you telling them not to worry about it because it was just another day.

“Aw don’t be like that,” Eddie frowns, “that’s not even true.”

You grumble into his shirt tossing your head further into him inhaling his scent. He kisses your hairline and strokes your back before working to remove your coat.

“Five years we’ve been together, it’s time we celebrate shit, sweetheart.”

Mumbling a drawn out ‘fiiine’ into him he tips your chin, with a curl of his forefinger, a little smirk on his lips.

“You’re really cute when you pout y’know it?”

“and you like that?”

His lips slot against yours, and you hum with content, “oh darlin’” he says with a fake southern drawl, “I love it.”

The tub was filled with the warmest temperature the water heater would allow— which wasn’t a lot, but still, it felt nice on your sore muscles from your shift at the same plant both Eddie and Wayne worked at, opposite shifts from you.

Eddie’s rings clacked on the plastic edge as he slid his long legs around yours into the water, sitting on the other end of the tub. He had helped you undress, hanging your coat on the back of a chair, giving you the beautiful homemade card that made tears spring to your eyes.

He followed behind you into the bathroom, running the water and putting the drain stopper into the drain before he ran back out to the kitchen returning with arms filled with stuff that he kept hidden from you until you were comfortably sitting in the cramped bathtub.

He plugged in an emerald strand of colorful christmas lights that you didn’t even know you had. It filled the cluttered countertop, weaving around the bar of soap and kitchen cup designated for holding your toothbrushes, lighting the bathroom in a cozy Christmas ambience… in April.

“We ran out of like, nice cups— is this okay?” He asked before pouring a can of Busch light into two red cups that were nabbed from Benny’s before it shut down.

Scrunching your face you move your arms from the depths of the water to reach out for his extended offering of warm beer, “when have we ever had nice cups?”

He laughed shrugging, “yeah, you’re right.”

Sitting square in front of you, long legs bent and wide open, Eddie holds up his cup in a cheers, “to you, my love, my sweet beautiful hotter than hell girl who for some reason fell for my charm, happy birthday.”

Clinking a his cup with yours you both smile before taking a swig of the cheap warm beer.

“mm, that’s nice.. what year?” you tease, never even having wine in your life.

He plays along like he always does, swirling the cup and putting the tip of his nose to the rim, “ah yes, a refined 1989 I believe— a good year for Busch I've heard.”

You both laugh until your sides ache. This is why you adored him, making a normal day special by just being him—corny, cheesy, poor— and you had never been happier.

“Oh, wait!” he exclaimed, reaching out of the tub, ribs stretching taunt against his skin, soap sliding down them.

He grabs a lighter from the counter and opens the tub of frosting. Brandishing a white waxed candle tucked behind his ear with the flair of a magician, he plants it in the center before lighting the wick and sitting down roughly in the tub, water splashing onto the floor.

The flame lit up his features, his tongue poked out in concentration, the yellow light filling his dark pudding eyes with a boyish glee, and then they met yours.

“Should I sing?”

You shake your head, happy tears stinging your eyes, “no, this is perfect,”

“Well make a wish.”

You close your eyes tight not knowing what to wish for because all you’ve ever wanted is right in front of you. Blowing out the candle you lean forward and kiss him square on the mouth, hard and deep.

The beer tipped into the tub and was long forgotten as your lips worked down his neck, wet strands of hair curled around, his arms pulling you in, making you sit on his naked lap, the frosting birthday cake sitting on the floor.

You kiss for awhile, your chest pressed into his, his hands squeezing your ass, the heel of his foot knocking the plug from the drain.

“If you don’t stop,” you mutter between kisses, “we’re gonna have a problem.”

Eddie smirks, dimples poking out, stroking your cheek thumb sweeping your swollen bit lip, “throw pillow is already on the bed, besides, I’m not afraid of a little trouble baby.”

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thepinkpanther83 · 25 days ago

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And They Were Roommates (Pt.7)

Chapter Seven: “The Blind Date”

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

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Chapter Seven: “The Blind Date” Let the sabotage commence…

The diner was all red vinyl booths and neon signs, the scent of sizzling grease and powdered milkshake mix clinging to the air. Retro music crackled softly from a tabletop jukebox, and a waitress in a pink dress with matching roller skates greeted you with a wink and a notepad.

You slid into the booth first- rookie mistake. Argyle claimed the spot across from you, which left Eddie to squeeze in beside you, thigh pressed to yours like it had a damn vendetta.

Argyle looked around, all wide-eyed wonder. “Whoa. It’s like… a time machine in here, man. But, like, one that only takes you to burger-scented dimensions.”

Eddie plucked a sugar packet from the holder, flicking it between his fingers like a coin. “If it starts playing Elvis, I’m walking out.”

Argyle grinned. “You more of a Zeppelin guy?”

“He’s more of a Metallica or Riot in the parking lot kind of guy,” you muttered, flicking your menu open.

Eddie leaned in close, stage whispering near your ear, “Someone’s been paying attention.”

You didn’t look at him. Couldn’t. Not with the way his breath skimmed your neck.

“So, uh,” Argyle said, breaking the tension like a Labrador bounding into a glass house, “you grew up here in Hawkins?”

“Born and raised,” you said. “You’re not from around here, I take it?”

“Nooope,” he said, popping the “p” as he pulled a fry from the basket the waitress had dropped off before your drinks. “I’m a Cali boy. Just chillin’ here for a few months while I visit some friends. One of ‘em moved out this way and was like, ‘Bro, come hang out,’ so I was like, ‘Righteous.’ And here I am. Slingin’ pizza and vibes.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “So you’re temporary, huh?”

Argyle nodded, mouth full. “Yeah, man. Just ridin’ the wave of life, you know? Might head to Oregon next. Heard there’s some killer forests there. Trees that, like, talk to your soul.”

“Mm,” Eddie hummed. “Shame. Wouldn’t want anyone getting too attached.”

You looked at him, sharp. He just sipped his Coke, all fake innocence and fluttering eyelashes.

“I’m not getting attached,” you muttered.

He smirked into his straw. “Didn’t say you were.”

Argyle, bless him, either didn’t notice or was too high to care. “Hey, you ever try a peanut butter burger? I had one last week. Changed my worldview.”

“Sounds like a war crime,” Eddie said immediately.

“Right?” you agreed, wrinkling your nose. “That’s what cheese is for. It’s already creamy and melty. Why bring peanut butter into it?”

Argyle gasped. “Because it’s innovation, dude. Culinary evolution. You gotta try new stuff!”

Eddie bumped his shoulder against yours. “Look at that, sweetheart. He’s trying to expand your horizons.”

You turned to glare at him, and that’s when you realized… he was too charming. Too chatty. Too on. Every joke, every interruption, it was carefully calibrated chaos. And suddenly, it clicked.

He was sabotaging this date.

And doing a damn bad job of hiding it.

Your eyes narrowed. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Me?” he said with mock innocence. “I’m just here for the fries.”

Argyle tapped the jukebox with a knuckle. “Yo, any of you got quarters? I wanna see if this thing’s got The Doors.”

“Yeah,” Eddie muttered under his breath. “Let’s show you the doors tonight.”

You elbowed him. Hard.

“What?” he said, pouting. “That was clever.”

“You’re being a menace.”

He grinned, all teeth and dimples with no remorse. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

The waitress returned to take your orders, and of course, Argyle ordered an entire pizza, half pineapple, half mushroom, and a strawberry milkshake with extra whipped cream.

Eddie just turned to you, eyes gleaming. “Well, damn. Looks like you owe me five bucks.”

You nearly groaned into your hands.

“So,” Argyle said, swirling his straw around his shake once it arrived, “what do you guys do when you’re not, like, accidentally ending up on weird triple dates?”

Eddie answered before you could. “Oh, we mostly just hang out. Y’know, eat food, watch movies, steal each other’s socks.”

You made a face. “You steal my socks.”

“I plead the fifth.”

Argyle snorted. “That’s rad. You guys got good vibes. Real comfortable with each other. Feels… I dunno. Like there’s history.”

You and Eddie locked eyes. Something passed between you- something tight and unspoken and just a little bit painful.

You looked away first.

“Yeah,” you said softly. “There’s… history… sort of, I guess.”

The table went quiet for a moment too long.

Argyle, like the sunshine saint he was, barreled right through it. “So! You ever see that movie where the little fuzzy guys terrorize the whole town? Gremlins, I think?”

Eddie laughed, genuine this time, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound of it.

But the weight of him beside you, the low heat of his arm brushing yours, the way he kept looking at you like he was memorizing your reactions… it was getting harder to pretend this wasn’t a complete disaster.

And you weren’t sure who was wrecking it more… Eddie or you.

The night wore on, the diner emptying out around you as the clock ticked past nine. Argyle had somehow managed to eat an entire pizza by himself while simultaneously explaining his theory about interdimensional pizza toppings "Bro, what if pineapple is just a fruit in this dimension, but in another one, it's, like, a sacred relic?".

Eddie, for his part, had spent the last hour alternating between stealing fries off your plate and making increasingly ridiculous comments under his breath, each one designed to make you either laugh or elbow him in the ribs.

But now, as the waitress dropped off the check with a tired smile, Argyle stretched his arms over his head and yawned. "Alright, dudes. This was rad. But we should bounce… early shift tomorrow."

You blinked. "Oh. Right. Yeah, of course."

Eddie, who had been mid-sip of his third Coke, nearly choked. "Wait. That's it?"

Argyle grinned, tossing some cash onto the table. "Yeah, man. I mean, unless you guys wanna, like, keep hanging out?" He waggled his eyebrows. "I got some choice stuff back at my place if you're down."

Eddie's expression darkened. "Hard pass."

You shot him a look before turning back to Argyle. "Thanks, but I should probably get home too."

Argyle shrugged, unfazed. "Cool, cool. No worries." He stood, then hesitated, looking between the two of you. "Hey, uh... you guys good?"

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

He scratched the back of his neck. "I dunno. Just feels like there's some energy here. Like, unresolved... something."

Eddie stiffened beside you.

Argyle grinned. "But hey, not my business. Just saying- if you two ever wanna, like, talk it out or whatever, I got a killer playlist for emotional breakthroughs."

You snorted. "Noted."

The drive home started in silence.

Well, not total silence- Argyle had thrown on his ‘late-night chill but still vibing’ mixtape, which was currently playing some indie reggae-pop fusion track about moonlight and mangoes.

You sat in the middle of the van’s front bench seat, the vinyl cracked and warm beneath your thighs, with Eddie pressed into your right side, arms crossed, scowl in full bloom. Argyle was humming along behind the wheel, fingers drumming on the steering wheel like nothing weird had just gone down at the diner.

Eddie huffed and shifted, whispering loudly in your ear. “I can’t believe I wasted three hours listening to a guy defend pineapple like it’s a constitutional right.”

You shot him a look. “Eddie…”

“What?” he said, all wide-eyed innocence. “I’m just saying. The man said ‘culinary evolution’ with a straight face about peanut butter.”

Argyle, blissfully unbothered, cranked the volume and sang, “Looove is a fruuiiit… ripe for the peeeeling…”

You stifled a laugh.

Eddie glared at the radio. “He doesn’t even know the words.”

“He’s trying to lighten the mood,” you said under your breath.

“Oh, he’s light all right,” Eddie muttered. “Like a helium balloon. Full of hot air and floating away from anything real.”

You gave him a sharp elbow to the ribs. He grunted but didn’t apologize.

The van rolled through Hawkins, the night dim and quiet outside the windows. You could feel Eddie’s heat beside you, his tension like a coiled spring ready to snap. And maybe yours wasn’t much better. Every time your knee bumped his, you felt it. That charged, unbearable awareness. The kind of thing that didn’t belong on a casual triple date.

When Argyle finally pulled up in front of your house, you didn’t move to open the van door right away.

“Hey, uh…” you started, glancing at Eddie.

“What?” he snapped, before softening. “Sorry. What?”

You hesitated. “Do you mind giving me a sec with Argyle?”

Eddie blinked. “What for?”

You offered a tight smile. “I just… want to say thank you. That’s all.”

He looked at you for a moment. Long enough that your heart picked up speed. Then he nodded once, sharp, and swung the door open.

“Fine. Whatever. I’ll just be inside. Not peeking through the blinds like a stalker or anything.”

You rolled your eyes. “Eddie…”

The door slammed.

You sighed and turned to Argyle, who was watching the front steps with a lifted brow.

“Sorry,” you murmured.

He waved it off. “Hey, no sweat. I’m used to emotionally complex van rides. Comes with the delivery biz.”

You laughed softly, then grew serious. “I just wanted to say… thanks. For tonight. I know it was weird, and probably not what you expected.”

He smiled, mellow and kind. “I had a good time. You’re cool. And the chaos? Kinda my jam.”

You relaxed. “I hope we can still hang out sometime. As friends?”

He gave a peace sign and a wink. “Absolutely. Just say the word.”

You leaned over and gave him a quick, warm hug. “Goodnight, Argyle.”

“Later, dudette.”

As you stepped out of the van and walked toward the house, you had no idea Eddie was standing just inside the living room, pressed to the window like a gossiping grandma. Arms folded. Face dark. Peeking out the blinds like a total stalker.

His jaw clenched when he saw Argyle lean over the passenger seat. He squinted, eyes narrowed, ready to see a kiss.

But then you just… waved.

Smiling. Casual. Unbothered.

Eddie stepped back from the window like he’d been caught.

“Not kissing, huh?” he muttered to himself. “Still sucks.”

The second you stepped inside, Eddie was already halfway across the house, his back to you like he hadn’t just been pressed against the glass like a damn creep.

You kicked off your shoes, watching him go. “Oh, so now you’re not talking?”

He didn’t turn around. Just kept walking. “Got nothing to say.”

You followed, arms crossed. “Bullshit.”

Eddie reached the hallway, shoulders tight. “What do you want me to say, huh? ‘Great date, sweetheart, hope you had fun with Surfer Boy’?”

You scoffed. “You ruined that date.”

He spun around so fast you nearly stumbled back. “Oh, I ruined it?” His voice was low, rough, like gravel under tires. “You’re the one who let me come.”

Your breath caught.

Because he was right.

You had let him come.

You hadn’t told him to stay home.

You hadn’t shut him down when he started his little sabotage act.

And now, standing in the dim hallway, the weight of that truth settled between you like a live wire.

Eddie’s chest rose and fell, his eyes dark, searching yours.

Then, quietly, he said, “You wanted me to ruin it.”

Your pulse roared in your ears.

You could lie.

You should lie.

But-

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I guess I did.”

Eddie’s breath hitched.

For a second, neither of you moved.

Then he took a step forward.

And another.

Until he was close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the leather of his jacket, the faint hint of Coke on his breath.

His hand lifted, fingers brushing your jaw, tilting your face up to his.

“Why?”

The word was barely more than a breath.

You swallowed.

“Because,” you said, voice trembling, “I didn’t want to be on a date with him.”

Eddie’s thumb traced your bottom lip.

“Then who did you want to be on a date with?”

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t have to.

Because the way you looked at Eddie Munson- his fingers tightened ever so slightly against your jaw, his dark eyes flickering between yours like he was searching for any hint of hesitation. When he found none… when he saw only the same reckless want that had been simmering between you two for weeks- something in him snapped.

A low, rough sound escaped his throat before he crushed his mouth to yours.

The kiss wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t sweet.

It was Eddie- all teeth and tongue and desperation and barely leashed frustration, his free hand tangling in your hair to drag you even closer. You gasped against his lips, fingers clutching at the front of his shirt like you were afraid he’d vanish if you let go.

He didn’t.

Instead, he backed you up until your shoulders hit the wall, his body pressing into yours, leaving no space, no air, no room for doubt.

When he finally pulled back, just enough to speak, his voice was wrecked.

"That," he panted, lips brushing yours with every word, "is how a first kiss is supposed to feel."

You were dizzy. Breathless.

And when you whispered, "Prove it again," he didn’t hesitate.

This time, his hands slid down to your waist, lifting you effortlessly as you wrapped your legs around him. He carried you the few steps to the living room couch, kicking his shoes off as he went.

The last coherent thought you had before he dropped you onto the cushions and followed you down was-

Robin is never going to let me live this down.

His mouth found yours again- less brutal now, but still hungry, still wild. Your hands threaded into his curls, tugging just enough to make him growl low in his throat. His rings were cold against your hips as he slipped them beneath your shirt, dragging the fabric up slowly, deliberately, like he needed to feel every inch of you under his palms.

“Fuck,” he murmured against your throat, kissing a line down to your collarbone. “Been wanting this… been thinking about this…”

You gasped when his teeth grazed your skin, the sting chased immediately by the warmth of his tongue. He made a sound, almost painful sounding, and his hands moved with more urgency- fingers splayed wide, like he needed to memorize you. He shoved your shirt higher, revealing bare skin, soft curves, and full breasts, and he cursed again when he saw you.

“Jesus Christ…” His voice was wrecked. “You’re killing me.”

You arched up, pressing into him, chasing friction… more, more. His mouth returned to yours, lips slick and insistent, his tongue curling hot and possessive against yours. Every kiss was a question he already knew the answer to. And your body answered back, pulling him closer, wrapping him tighter into the orbit you’d both been skirting for weeks.

His knee pushed further between your thighs, parting them with just enough pressure to make your head spin. His hand slipped under the band of your jeans, not quite going further, but resting there, palm heavy and suggestive. Like a threat. Or a promise.

You whimpered his name.

“Eddie…”

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped, voice rough and wrecked. “Just say the word.”

You didn’t.

Instead, you kissed him again- hard and desperate, your heart beating out a frantic rhythm against his chest. You wanted this. You wanted him.

But then-

A flash of clarity cut through the haze.

The couch. The shared house. The whole complicated you and Eddie mess that had no name and no safety net.

You pulled back, panting.

“Wait- wait…”

He froze instantly, eyes searching yours, still dazed with heat but alert. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No. No, it’s not that,” you said quickly, touching his face. “I just… I can’t. Not yet.”

Eddie blinked, still breathing hard. “Okay… yeah. Yeah, of course.” He eased back, settling on his knees between your legs, still close but no longer pressing. “Talk to me.”

You sat up, pulling your shirt down, suddenly too aware of your naked flesh, the pounding of your heart. “I want you. I really want you. But if we go there right now, I don’t think I can keep pretending this is just casual flirting. And I’m scared, Eddie. I’m scared it’ll mess everything up.”

He didn’t look angry. Or even disappointed. Just… quiet. Thoughtful. “You think I’d sleep with you and then what? Start calling you ‘dude’ and pretending I don’t want to wake up next to you every morning?”

You bit your lip. “I think… I don’t know what we are yet. And I want to figure that out before we do something we can’t undo.”

Eddie exhaled slowly, nodding. “Yeah. Okay. That’s fair.”

You watched him for a long moment. “You’re not mad?”

He gave a crooked, exhausted little smile. “No. Horny and emotionally wrecked, but not mad.”

You laughed, a little too breathless.

Then Eddie leaned in and kissed your forehead. Soft, tender. Reverent.

“I’ll wait,” he said, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “Just… don’t make me wait too long, sweetheart. I’m only human.”

You smiled and rested your forehead against his. “Deal.”

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glassbxttless · 7 days ago

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Hi, my love!

Your sandwich shop looks amazing!

I think I’d like a wrap with chicken, pepper jack cheese and barbecue sauce!

Please and thank you!!!

Double Chocolate Chunk Brownies

gareth emerson x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k+

summary: Sandwich Shop Request from punkrockm1chael | Gareth’s going through it and as his best friend, you know exactly how to help.

warnings: breakup (but it’s not with you), nothing else really— a little swearing. Corroded Coffin are breakthrough artists, baby— they’re makin it (there’s only a mention of Corroded Coffin in here, but there’s lore in my head lol)

notes: Order up for Roz! Hope you like it sweetheart 🥹🫶🏻 This one took a turn lmao. Big thank you to @prettycalla for reading it over and @peachyproserpina for editing, as always!

Gareth storms into the apartment, slamming the door against the wall like it’s the one that should personally be offended to even think of being a part of his day. He has a scowl on his face as he cradles a paper bag from Melvalds against his chest. He promptly abandons said bag on the kitchen counter like somehow it will pay for the sins of the day. You don’t say anything right away. You’ve been friends with Gareth Emerson long enough to know that he needs a minute. Maybe fucking several with the way he’s breathing. You know he’s been acting like a hot mess all week— storming around dramatically from room to room, sighing like his lungs just can’t get enough air, and listening to sad metal ballads at volumes that make your bones vibrate through your bedroom walls.

Today is no different. He kicks his shoes off at the door like they insulted his mother and then throws himself face-first onto the couch. A few minutes pass before he lets out a groan that could belong to someone being exorcised.

“Had a rough day?” you ask softly, even though you already know the answer. He hasn’t had a good day since Renée dumped him last Tuesday. Or as he has dubbed it, “the Tuesday I got emotionally waterboarded.”

“No. It was a fucking fantastic day, thanks for asking.” He groans again and huffs, “I got yelled at by some frat dude who took my parking space at work. Then some kid at the record store asked if I was ‘the sad guy from Corroded Coffin.’ Me? The sad guy. Like I’m the one writing all that fuckin heartbreak bullshit. It’s Eddie. He’s the sad guy. I…” He sighs as his voice starts to trail off. He gives his head a bit of a shake, even from where he was pressed.

“Ouch,” You chuckle a bit. “I mean… you do have the hair for heartbreak. Sad guy vibes and all.”

“I should shave it off,” he says into the couch cushion, but it comes out muffled.

“If you touch that hair, Gareth, so help me— I’ll shave your eyebrows off while you sleep.” You huff, closing your book. You place it on the side table next to your recliner.

He lifts his head just enough to glare at you. “You wouldn’t.”

“I absolutely would. I’d even leave one just to be extra cruel.” You chuckle a bit, looking him over as he pushes himself up on his elbows.

Within seconds he snorts and flips you off, turning on his hip to flop dramatically onto his back. “Renée always liked my hair.”

You sigh quietly, watching him with that familiar twist in your chest. You had always liked his hair too. And his laugh. And the way he grumbles about the things he secretly enjoys. And how he pretends he doesn’t care about anyone around him but absolutely does— and he cares so deeply. But by the time you figured out these feelings for Gareth, he was already halfway in love with Renée. Fuck her and her absurdly long legs and minimalist decor.

You held it together when Gareth mentioned moving in with her. You were in his corner when he wanted you to get along with Renée as best you could. You just swallowed the jealousy and smiled like it didn’t burn all the way down. But now you’re here in your apartment, his plans to leave off the table now. He’s here with you and he’s heartbroken. And you’re still stupidly in love with him. So, you did what any best friend would do to put a smile on his face. You made a plan. “Well,” you grin, pushing the blanket off your lap. You move carefully into the kitchen, “I hope you’re hungry.”

“For the sweet release of death?” Gareth huffs, closing his eyes. He slings an arm up over his face and just tries to will himself to melt into the fibers beneath him.

“No, for double chocolate chunk brownies.” You grin again, a bit wider.

There’s a pause. And then you see Gareth peek over the back of the couch like a grumpy little meerkat. “…You made brownies?”

“I made brownies,” you confirm, nodding your head. “And I made popcorn. And I found those awful sour gummy worms you pretend not to like even though I’ve literally seen you eat an entire bag without blinking.”

His eyes narrow and he shifts himself to sit upward just a bit more. “Is this some kind of elaborate trap?”

“Yes.” You grin and grab the brownie tin. “I’m luring you into an emotional support evening. Next comes your favorite movie and— if you’re really good— I might even let you use the soft blanket we keep in the closet.” You shift the popcorn bowl into your other hand, gummy worms jammed between your arm and ribs. And then you walk back to arrange them on the coffee table.

He groans again, but this time it sounds less like the despair that has been pouring out of him for days on end and more like fawning amusement. “You’re an evil woman.”

“You say that like it’s news.” You gesture toward the array of snacks, and a ridiculous stack of napkins because Gareth unfortunately eats like a raccoon in a trash can while he’s emotionally compromised. He stares at your offering for a second too long. Then he sits up and kicks his sock clad feet up on the coffee table. As you sit down you nudge him with your foot, muttering a quiet, “Heathen. Not next to the food.”

“Witch,” he grumbles back.

“Drama queen.”

“Enabler.” You toss a napkin at his face. He catches it without even looking, a laugh tumbling from his lips. Then he finally picks up a brownie and bites into it. He makes a face like he’s trying not to make a noise of appreciation at the taste. (He fails. It’s halfway between a moan and a sigh and it makes your stomach do a weird fluttery thing deep down.)

“You even used the flaky salt on top,” he shakes his head. He loved the flaky salt.

“I pay attention,” you chuckle softly and shrug, trying not to sound like it means more than it does.

There’s silence for a moment and then Gareth laughs softly, “That’s disgusting, paying attention.” He shakes his head and then licks chocolate off his thumb. “You’re too good to me, sweetheart. I don’t deserve this.”

“Definitely not,” you say cheerfully, the pet name igniting that familiar fire in your belly that you’ve taken years to get under control. “But I had the ingredients for brownies and I unfortunately have a soft spot for sad drummers who play music that doesn’t let me sleep, so here we are.”

He smiles— it’s small and crooked, like the kind he used to give you before Renée. He doesn’t say anything after that for a bit and neither do you. So you just click the remote. The movie starts playing and Gareth watches the opening scene like he hasn’t seen it a thousand times before (he has). He’s fully engrossed and then he finally lets himself relax into the couch. His shoulder is brushing yours. He reaches up, bending at the waist as his arm stretches out to the coffee table once more. His t-shirt rides up just a bit, showing a sliver of skin at the waistband of his jeans. You take a moment, letting yourself admire the way his muscles move under his skin before he leans back up, brownie in hand. But this time he’s looking at you. “I mean it,” he says after a while, whispering so he doesn’t disrupt the movie too much. “Thanks.”

“For what?”

He shrugs, eyes running over the side of your face, taking in every little micro expression and twitch. “For not treating me like I’m about to shatter into a thousand little pieces, I guess.”

“You’d be so easy to glue back together though.” You tease, reaching over to pop a bit of popcorn into your mouth, “You’re like ninety percent hair and the rest is all bad decisions.”

“I hate how accurate that is.” He lets out a strained laugh and lets his head loll back onto his shoulders for just a moment, until he’s looking at you again.

You bump your shoulder against his, “You’ll feel better eventually, you know.”

“Maybe.”

“I mean, you will… unless you do something stupid like date another girl who thinks Quiet Riot sounds scary.”

He snorts and shakes his head, letting out a sigh from deep in his chest. “In my defense, I was blinded by legs and lip gloss.”

“Well,” you say quietly, not even really meaning to, “next time maybe go for someone with brownies and a fuckin’ personality.”

He turns toward you again so you turn your head to meet his eyes. You said it. There’s a smear of chocolate at the corner of his mouth, so you’re leaning to grab a napkin, reaching to wipe it away before you can talk yourself out of it. His eyes follow your hand the entire way to his lips to wipe away the smear. And then he follows them all the way to your lap. His smile softens but now there’s something else in his expression that makes your heart trip over itself.

“You really did all this just for me?” he asks, his voice gentle.

“I was bored and wanted brownies.” You shrug and turn your head away from him. You can feel the heat creeping up your neck and you’re trying to will it away before he notices just how embarrassed you are.

“Liar.”

The movie rolls on between you, albeit half-forgotten. You’re aware of the dialogue, the action, the music— you’ve seen this film with Gareth more times than you can count— but right now? None of it is really sticking. Not when he’s sitting this close to you. Not when you can feel him sneaking glances at you, like he’s trying to solve a riddle that’s been haunting him for years. You don’t say anything about him looking. You just sit there with him, you let him figure it out. You’re close enough your knee is brushing his. You tuck your elbow in a little closer to your side, hyper-aware of every millimeter of space between you. The popcorn bowl sitting on the coffee table is mostly empty now, save for a few sad, slightly burnt kernels. The brownies are absolutely decimated, just a few chocolatey crumbs in their wake. But eventually, he stretches and yawns— loudly and unnecessarily— and then lets his arm drop behind you on the couch.

You pause. He pauses. You glance at him with a smile toying at your lips. “Really?”

“What?” he says innocently and throws the hand that isn’t draped around you up in a mock surrender. “It’s a narrow couch.”

“It’s a normal-sized couch, Gare.” You laugh softly.

“I’m in mourning.”

You roll your eyes, but you don’t move any further away. In fact, after a moment, you shift just slightly— leaning into the little window of space he’s created. You’re testing it out, testing if he’s okay with this. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull away— He actually exhales, just a bit shaky, and he tugs you in a little closer. Until your head rests against his shoulder and there’s no way you can get any closer. His arm drops from the back of the couch to wrap more fully around you. His arm, warm and steady around you. You've sat like this so many times before, back before Renee— despite being something so familiar, it now feels so new.

“You’re good at this,” he says after a while, whispering like he’s afraid if he speaks any louder, this moment will disappear right from under him.

“Good at what?”

“This.” His hand brushes along your arm, light and brief, you’ll remember the trail his fingers make for days. “Making people feel like it’s okay to fall apart for a little while… I dunno if I would be… functioning, without you.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“Yeah?” He tilts his head slightly to look at you, a little smile toying at his own lips. “With who?”

You blink up at him and laugh softly, “You, idiot.”

Gareth smiles— soft, almost shy. “Right. Guess I’ve been a lot over the years.”

“You’ve been you.” You shrug against him, but you can’t look at him now. Not when that familiar heat is blooming in your chest and threatening to claw its way out of you. “I happen to like that.”

His breath catches, just barely. But it’s enough that you notice it. He turns fully then, just enough to press a kiss to your head. He closes his eyes, his hand tightening on your arm just a bit. Not much, just to hold you close. The kiss is gentle. Lingering. The kind of kiss that’s full of everything he was feeling in his chest and couldn’t say. You feel it spark all the way down your spine. When he pulls back, he rests his cheek against your head for a moment, letting those red rimmed eyes close, his voice is hoarse, trying to keep himself from dropping a tear— “I should’ve figured this out a long time ago.”

You don’t look at him, “Yeah,” you whisper instead. “You should’ve.”

There’s no confession that night. No dramatic monologue to be had. No grand romantic declaration in the middle of your living room. It’s just the two of you curled up onto the couch, bodies pressed together. You both had finally settled into something that’s been waiting to happen for a long time.

The movie credits start rolling and neither of you move.

You fall asleep like that, the emotional weight of your discovery earned you both a good nap. You’re still tucked under the arm draped around you. He’s resting his hand against your skin like it was always meant to be there. Maybe it was. And when he wakes up an hour later and looks down at you pressed against his side, he doesn’t say it out loud— but he thinks it anyway— She loves me. And maybe… maybe she always did.

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steddieunderdogfics · 6 months ago

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You Could Use a Good Kiss by Lostnadmiration

Rating: Mature

10,929 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Halloween, Getting Together, First Kiss, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Hellfire Club, Drinking Games, Underage Drinking, choose your own Vecna was vanquished adventure, Everybody Lives, i just wanted a Halloween episode where everyone could get into shenanigans without mortal peril, copious star wars references, nerds being nerds, The steve eddie and Dustin bond, the Alf costume in eddie munsons closet, steve as han solo, references to eddie selling drugs, no drugs consumed, Making Out, Star Wars Puns, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, romcom vibes, halloween party, Tina’s annual Halloween Bash, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Wingman Steve, Eddie Munson Lives, background buckingham

Summary:

“You didn’t lock the door?” Steve glares daggers at Eddie. Eddie’s eyes rove over the door, around the frame from top to bottom thoughtfully, dart over to Dustin, then finally land back to Steve. “Guess not.” Eddie’s lips twist as he fails to fight back a wry grin. It’s nearly impossible to think right now with his mind swimming in liquor, but Dustin slowly fits the puzzle pieces together. The hands, the closeness, bruised lips, the breathlessness, the blushing caught out faces. Dustin reels, hears a sound leave his mouth that’s a mix of shock and outrage. “It’s not what it looks like—” Steve starts, but Dustin interrupts his feeble attempt to cover up their tryst. “Really? ‘Cause it looks like y’r playing tonsil hockey with my DUNGEON MASTER!” Dustin can feel himself shouting, feel his words slurring together ever so slightly, sluggish on their way out of his mouth.

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suspiciouslackofclowns · 4 months ago

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Portion from a blurb from a while back in my drafts that’s a modern college au with established calicheer and pre-harringrove (polyfic vibes). I gotta have chubby Billy getting loved on obviously.

There's always something going on in the house. A kickback, a movie night, really anything that entails having alcohol and forgetting about school work in its entirety for the evening.

Whatever the case may be, they broadly refer to it as boys night.

If a message pops up in the groupchat calling for a boys night, it doesn't really matter what day of the week it is, the kitchen floods with snacks and booze without question. It's made for some of the most fun nights that Steve has had since starting college.

The only downside is that Hargrove never shows up.

It used to be a thing, maybe Tommy or Eddie or one of the other guys would poke and tease him with the hopes of getting him to join the hangout. At first, Billy would just tsk and ignore them.

Then he eventually got fed up and snapped.

For someone who's usually so quiet and reserved, it made a few of the guys jump out of their skin to hear his voice boom out of nowhere. Sharp and bitter and enough to convince them to stop pressing the matter altogether.

The most he'd ever do is steal a couple of snacks from the kitchen before he retreated to the solitude of his room — something Steve noticed fairly early on.

Food was the quickest way to pacify the beast, turns out.

He and Billy aren't really the best of friends, per se, but there's a certain trust there. Built on the foundation of shared snacks and simple conversations about the mundane.

It's not unusual for Steve to fix himself some food and, if Billy is home, which he usually is, he'll make an extra plate.

He does it so frequently, in fact, that now Billy will wander into the kitchen when he hears the oven or the stove being used, because Steve is one of the only people in the house that actually cooks.

They chat about things like classes, how their cars are running, and Billy's ever-elusive girlfriend.

He scarcely mentions her, but when he does, the softest smile creeps onto his lips. For a moment, he doesn't look tired and irritable. Like simply thinking about her changes his entire disposition.

Over their various conversations, Steve comes to learn a few things about Billy — his girlfriend's name is Chrissy, he's openly bisexual, and he'll eat just about anything you put in front of him.

The last one Steve figured out on his own, in the vain of trying to make enough food for the both of them.

No matter what it is or how much Steve makes, Billy can and will keep going until there's none left.

Something that the other guys also learned not to tease him about.

Nowadays, when Tommy gets in one of his moods, he directs the bulk of it at Steve. As annoying as it is, Steve gets it — he's not a nearly 300 pound machine built for murder. Though, he does frequently wonder if maybe none of the other guys have really tried to befriend the blond.

The first time that Billy brought Chrissy over, Steve's suspicions on that were confirmed.

No one else even knew that Billy had a girlfriend.

It didn't really matter either way. Hargrove had a girl on his arm and a scowl on his face and no one was gonna touch that, so the two disappeared to his room without any hassle.

Admittedly, given that it's happened once or twice before, Steve had worried for a second that Tommy or maybe even Eddie would say something stupid and he'd have to break up a fight.

The most baffling part is that Chrissy is accurate to Billy's description of her.

She's a little more than a head shorter than him, dainty and bubbly like no one Steve has ever met before. The complete opposite of Billy.

Somehow it works.

The more often she comes over, the more Steve is puzzled about their relationship as a whole — she essentially gets away with doing and saying whatever she wants to him, and Billy lets her.

She constantly calls him cute and pretty and does things like pat his ass when he passes by her. Things that don't seem like they'd be allowed.

Oddly enough, that's what starts making the other guys warm up to Billy. Seeing him be soft and pacified around his giggly girlfriend while she uses their barely-working oven to make lasagna.

She and Eddie hit it off almost immediately. Doesn't shut him down when he starts talking about nerdy stuff, and she manages to convince Jonathan to come out and photograph some headshots for her theater program in exchange for free tickets to a performance.

She cuddles with Billy in the kitchen or the living room while he does homework, they occasionally study together, and her presence starts to become more commonplace fairly quickly.

Enough for her to be generous enough to bake brownies and every so often cook eggs for the entire house.

It's one night in particular that she's over, having made a huge pot of stew in celebration of the colder weather finally rolling in, that Steve catches the tail end of a conversation between them from just beyond the kitchen.

The food has been eaten, the guys are all gathering in the living room for the most part, raving about the next boys night and whose responsibility it is to buy the drinks this time around.

Chrissy steps behind the stool that Billy's sitting on at the counter and laces her arms around his waist.

"You gonna join boys night?" she murmurs.

Sets her chin on his shoulder and tilts their heads together. Billy sighs and leans back into her, ghosting his hands over the backs of hers.

"Nah."

"How come? Sounds like it's gonna be fun."

"They do that shit like twice a week, I promise I'm not missing out." Billy turns his head and kisses her temple, taking hold of one of her hands. "Besides, boys night means no you."

He lowers his voice significantly towards the end, and it comes out shockingly soft. Steve is almost taken aback by it.

Chrissy giggles.

"You can do guy stuff without me, sweetheart, I don't mind."

"It's the principle of it."

Again, she laughs, but she presses impossibly closer to him. Turns her face towards his neck and noses kisses near the corner of his jaw.

She whispers something to him that Steve can't hear, and Billy huffs a little laugh and spreads a smile. Chrissy smooths her hands over the expanse of his abdomen in large circles, and it quickly has the blond melting under the touch.

It's almost endearing to see how easy it is for her to coax the relaxation out of him. How he all but purrs when she gives him any kind of attention.

Steve understands why he loves her so much.

Things in the kitchen heat up shortly, and Steve takes his leave before he sees anything he shouldn't. The couple slip away up to Billy's room shortly after and leave a sock on the door as a precautionary measure.

Faintly, the creak of the bed frame on the floorboards can be heard. Steve's glad that it's loud enough downstairs for no one else to hear the groans through the walls.

Billy's groans.

It's a few months later, closer to Christmas break, where Billy begrudgingly calls a boys night — he doesn't call it that, but it's the same premise and circumstances as usual, and it has the guys raving with excitement.

He foots the bill for food and drinks, and he orders a lot. Spends most of the time picking at the barbecue, filling his plate with pulled pork and other meats and observing the party games rather than partake in any himself.

Steve lingers. Chats with him casually. Notices easily that Billy is full when he starts to breathe a little heavier, but keeps eating anyway.

Maybe it's not as noticeable to anyone else, but Steve is sure that Billy's put on a generous twenty pounds or so since winter rolled in. He looks significantly softer than before. Fuller.

And Chrissy can never keep her hands to herself when she's around, which tells Steve he isn't going crazy.

"No Chris tonight?" Steve asks.

He leans against the bar where Billy sits, nursing a beer that he lost interest in drinking a little while ago.

The blond is a few drinks in. Not quite buzzed, but relaxed nonetheless. He blows a raspberry and spears a bit of meat on the end of his fork.

"She wants me to do more guy stuff," he sighs. "Better with girl stuff, though."

He kind of murmurs the last bit. Steve smiles. Pats a hand on Billy's shoulder and leaves it there.

They've talked somewhat about how Billy has never really entirely belonged in most masculine spaces. How something always feels kind of off, like there's some disconnect.

And how he prefers to hang out with Chrissy, his friend Heather, and a few of the other girls that the two of them are friends with.

Everyone that Billy socializes with outside of the house is a woman, which Steve is sure no one else is tracking at this point but him.

It makes a lot of sense, in hindsight.

Kind of makes Steve feel a sense of pride, being one of the only guys in the house that Billy seemingly feels totally at ease around.

"You're one of the guys," Steve reassures. Lightly squeezes Billy's shoulder. "They're all super psyched that you're here. Been talking about it like all week."

Billy huffs dejectedly.

"Doesn't feel like it."

"They all have sort of an odd, fearful respect for you, but they like when you're around." Steve smooths his hand over Billy's upper back, which has some of the tension leaving his shoulders. "It's kind of a catch, but if you relax more around them, they'll warm up to you easier. It'll probably mean that you'll be subject to more dumb jokes and teasing, though."

Billy sighs, long and drawn out. Takes a swig from his beer and deliberates for a moment.

"Not good with teasing either," he murmurs.

"I know, bud. Just know that you're liked and you're wanted here, even if you don't party with us all the time."

For a moment, it's quiet. Steve continues to rub the blond's back soothingly.

"Thanks, Stevie," Billy coos.

"Mhm," Steve hums.

They stay there like that for a while. Billy polishes off his plate and reaches to refill it, which has Steve smiling. He eventually resolves to start gently scratching up and down Billy's back, which he seems to enjoy because he makes a grumpy noise every time Steve tries to stop.

Once the last of his beer is drained, and his mild buzz is back, he starts to get fidgety where he stands. Pats Billy's back and smooths his hand in a large circle.

"Think we can move to the couch?" he asks. Hums a laugh when Billy groans in protest. "I'll have Tommy play butler for you, that way you don't have to get up."

Billy considers his options for a moment before he sighs and shifts in his seat, pushing himself up to standing. The two meander into the living room together and find their seats on the sofa.

It's new and it's odd, but it feels right when Steve stretches his arm around Billy's shoulders. It feels even more right when Billy instinctively leans into his side. Like they've sat like this a hundred times and it's not awkward at all.

Truth be told, it really isn't.

Steve traces little shapes against Billy's arm, smiling when he gets fussy the more he eats. Part of Steve wants to tease him, or tell him that maybe he's getting a little too full, but the other part of him wants to let the blond enjoy himself.

After all, who says it's wrong that this is how Billy parties?

#calicheer #harringrove #billy x chrissy #chrissy x billy x steve #billy hargrove #chrissy cunningham #steve harrington #modern au #college au #frat au #slight feedism #chubby billy hargrove #he’s a softie in every context #Chrissy makes an appearance later on and is like yes please both of you kiss it would develop the plot so much #my writing #ficlet #unedited

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