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bettyfrommars · 6 months

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Everlong

part 1: hello, I've waited here for you

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

18+Only, smut, older!eddie, older!steve, unprotected anal sex, first time experience, oral m/m, anal play, rimming, fingering, no Vecna, deep feelings, mention of porn and of an orgy, creampie, but it's also very fluffy, Eddie has had a crush on his best friend for a long time. wc: 5.9k

It's the mid-late 90's in Hawkins, Eddie and Steve are both in their 30's, and have recently moved back after several life upsets. Eddie has his own trailer across town, and that is where he offers to let Steve stay for a week, and old feelings resurface.

author's note: There will be 2 parts to this. I fully intended to work on something Halloween themed, but then the inspiration for this happened. Just goes to show how my mind doesn't like to be told what to do.

"If everything could ever be this real forever If anything could ever be this good again The only thing I'll ever ask of you You've got to promise not to stop when I say when..."

-- Everlong, Foo Fighters

Steve’s week-long stay with Eddie was half over, and Eddie felt that reality sink his heart as he opened the door to his trailer.

“Honey, I’m home,” he announced with a spring in his step.

He lived in a trailer park across town now, it was double wide, and felt like a luxury after all of those years he spent crowding in with Wayne. He missed the old man though and went over to Forest Hills every couple of days to visit.

He never thought he’d be back in Hawkins a decade after high school, but he’d dropped everything to move to Indianapolis for a girl he was seeing, and then got his heart shattered a year later.

Coming back to his hometown felt a bit like failure, but it also felt safe. He still had good friends there, and he didn’t want to be alone anymore. Working as a welder at the local fabrication shop was not his dream job, but it paid the bills, and he was comfortable. He even got to play a show with his old band every now and then.

He put the Chinese take out on the island between the kitchen and the living room and called Steve’s name again. But then he caught sight of the piece of paper on the coffee table:

“Went for a run. BRB.”

The note made Eddie grin and feel all goofy, like somehow that small courtesy was such a huge act of love. He hadn’t been treated very well by his partners over the years, and that revelation stung him in moments like that.

Steve had also done the dishes, and the living room was spotless and organized. The ashtray on the coffee table had been dumped out and cleaned, all of the Guitar World magazines stacked neatly. When he opened the fridge to grab a beer, he found that they were all lined up in a row. Eddie kept telling him he didn’t have to do any of that, but Steve said that if he didn’t stay busy, he’d go crazy, and Eddie respected it.

Steve Harrington and Eddie had remained best friends, even through the years and the distance and the failed relationships. It just so happened that Steve was at the tail end of a very messy divorce, and needed a place to crash now that he was back from Chicago. His ex-wife had managed to take him for every penny he had, so Eddie was quick to offer his place after he joked about having to sleep in his car (it wasn’t a joke).

Eddie played the message blinking on his machine to find that it was from Robin. She’d also moved back to Hawkins recently, but she worked 50 hours a week, had two roommates, and was dating a woman from another town, so they didn’t get to see each other as much as they’d like. The three of them had a bowling date set for that coming weekend, and it gave Eddie the warm fuzzies to think about them all being back together again.

Eddie was in the shower with his dick in his hand, stroking it, when Steve burst in. “Hey man,” the intruder grabbed something from the medicine cabinet, and then braced his hands on

the sink before splashing some water on his face. “God damn, I am out of shape. That was rough.” Steve coughed a few times and then wiped his face on the nearby towel.

He couldn’t see Eddie through the dark blue curtain, but had he heard him? There was a possibility that Eddie had been talking to himself, thinking about Steve, and grunting a little as he got himself hard.

“Food smells good,” Steve added as he walked back out into the hall, but left the door wide open. “I’m starving.”

Nah, he hadn’t heard anything.

“I got those weird noodles you like,” Eddie shouted over the sound of the shower. “And sweet and sour chicken.” Steve didn’t have to tell Eddie what he wanted from the restaurant down the street; Eddie always paid attention to those things.

“Hey, leave me some hot water,” Steve was in the doorway again. “Or should I just get in there with you? Save some resources?”

“Not unless you want to soap my balls, Harrington,” and then Eddie threw his fist against the curtain. “Get out, and shut the fucking door, you creep.”

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After dinner and a beer on the porch, the boys retired to their respective positions on the couch while Eddie rolled a joint. The movie Ghostbusters was on TV, but it was interrupted by a string of commercials, and Steve tucked his foot under him on the opposite end of the couch while he watched Eddie lick the paper.

“Okay if I have a drag?” Steve asked, resting his cheek on his knuckles.

Eddie snapped a look at him and raised his eyebrows. “Oh, hell yes. You think you can handle it?” The metalhead sat back, rolling the piece between his fingers, and then he wet one end and grabbed his lighter.

“I can handle whatever you can handle, Munson.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that, Harrington,” Eddie smirked and took a stiff inhale before passing it to his friend.

Steve’s ex-wife had insisted on a very straight-edge lifestyle, and he hadn’t had a whiff of weed in almost 3 years, so he took a cautious pull.

And then he coughed, and banged his chest, and spittle flew from his wet lips.

“Damn, alright,” Eddie hummed. “I take it back, you are a badass.”

“Shit,” Steve could feel the drug seeping into his bloodstream and his senses. “Feels good. Feels kinda…tingly.”

“Ahh if only to have your tolerance again,” Eddie mused, taking another long drag. The show came back on, and the Ghostbusters were checking out the slime and stacks of books in the library.

They watched a few minutes of the movie while Eddie continued to smoke. He offered it to Steve again, but he passed.

“Hey, do you remember that one time we watched a porno together?” Steve just blurted it out from nowhere, completely unprompted.

Still, Eddie knew exactly which porn he was talking about, and the exact night that it happened.

“I think so,” Eddie tapped his ash out. “Maybe. Were we at my old place?”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, keeping his eyes on the screen. “It was the summer you graduated, and Wayne was at work and you were like ‘hey Steve, wanna watch some vampire ass fucking?”

Eddie scoffed. “Shut up, that is not what I said.”

“Well,” Steve was clearly exaggerating, chuckling to himself. “That’s what they were doing.”

The movie was called, “Bloodsucking Orgy” and it was a bisexual vampire porn. But the actors were wearing fake, plastic teeth, and the cheap makeup dripped off of their faces as they fucked, but it was some of the hottest shit Eddie had ever seen at the time.

What Steve didn’t tell him was that he had to pull over to jerk off in his car that night, not only thinking about the raw breeding on film, but the way Eddie had palmed himself over his jeans, clearly aroused. That was the first night, all those years ago, when Steve had first questioned his sexuality.

“I had that vhs with me for a long time,” Eddie held in a tight breath and then released a large plume of smoke. “It was under my bed in a box for years, but I think my ex took it.”

“Trevor?” Steve asked, thinking of the last boyfriend that Eddie had introduced to him that he didn’t like. Come to think of it, he hadn’t approved of any guy or girl Eddie had dated in a long while; In Steve’s mind, no one was good enough for his best friend.

“Nah,” Eddie lowered his chin, shyly. “I only dated him for like, a week. It was barely a handjob. I’m talking about Jake, the one with the mohawk.”

“The guy who juggled bowling pins at the fair?” Steve rolled his eyes. “I swear, you know how to pick them, Munson.”

Eddie squinted across the couch at his friend as another commercial came on. Maybe the weed was a little stronger that night but, was Steve…jealous?

Steve stole a long glance at Eddie when he got up to use the bathroom, taking in the curve of his muscles under the thin white Hanes of his t-shirt and the arc of his resting cock under his sweats.

They watched a bit more of the movie, speaking the lines to the parts they knew by heart.

“I’m going to miss this when you go,” Eddie muttered.

Steve’s apartment would be ready by Monday, and Eddie was dreading the lonely nights when Steve wasn’t there on the couch with him.

“I’ll be just down the road, man,” Steve assured, taking a sip of his beer. “I thought you’d be glad to get me out of your hair, so you could get back to your bachelor pad life.”

Eddie figured Steve was just confused, so he decided to jog his memory. “I haven’t so much as gone on a date with anyone in almost a year. This is hardly a rockin’ bachelor pad.”

For some reason, this gave Steve a sense of relief.

Ghostbusters ended and Eddie told Steve to wait right where he was, as if he’d go anywhere, since the couch was also his bed.

When Eddie sauntered back from the dark hallway, he was carrying two black, clamshell vhs covers. They were blank on the outside, with no words on the spine, and Steve knew exactly what they were, even from far away.

“Let me guess,” he raised his eyebrow. “Bloodsucking Orgy Part 2?”

Eddie chuckled. “Close! No, but they are just as bad.”

Steve adjusted himself in a way that made Eddie look over his shoulder as he put the tape in the vcr. “You okay with this? I figured…for old time’s sake?”

“Sure, yeah, why not?” Steve ran his fingers through his hair a few times and adjusted the collar of his tee because suddenly he felt very hot.

To say that Eddie was testing Steve would be wrong. Eddie had no idea that the events in Bloodsucking Orgy had been a bit of a sexual awakening for his friend.

The actions in the movie would turn Eddie on, sure, but he could control himself for a few minutes if it meant being able to get a laugh at the way Steve’s face twisted up at the ridiculousness of it all.

The credits came on to let you know that this was a “Two Dicks, One Hole Production” and the boys clapped.

There was about 3 minutes of what you’d call “plot” where a bunch of zombies stormed inside this woman’s house while she was having a tupperware party, and then they were suddenly all compelled to have sex.

“Look out, Scorsese,” Steve bubbled a laugh into the palm of his hand.

Eddie clucked his tongue. “No one appreciates good cinema these days.”

One zombie had its head between a woman’s legs on the table while one of her friends squatted down on her face and rode her tongue.

Some of the husbands came by to rescue their wives, but then they ended up getting dicked down as well. It was all purely entertaining at first, but all of a sudden, Steve felt his cock twitch. He palmed himself over his boxers, and looked over to find that Eddie was doing the same thing.

Eddie glanced over and caught Steve staring at him while he touched himself and suddenly, he wasn’t at all interested in the movie anymore.

“Why does it--” Steve started, swallowing hard. "Why does it always look like it feels so good?"

“What?” Eddie rested his head on the back of the couch. “Being attacked by a flesh-eating zombie?”

“No,” Steve nibbled at his lip. “When they put it…in their ass…like that. The dudes I mean.”

Eddie couldn’t even hear the sound from the tv anymore, his ears were ringing. “Because it does feel good, sometimes, when the right cock is in your ass.”

Steve’s breath hitched at the tone of Eddie’s voice. “You like the feel of it, don’t you?”

Eddie couldn't help himself; he cupped his balls under the blanket. “Yeah, um, I do.”

“I’ve wondered about it,” Steve admitted in a whisper, sliding a hand down slowly to palm himself over his jeans. He was getting hard and needed the friction. “I've wondered what it would feel like. I think I might like it.”

“You do?” Eddie’s voice was low.

Was this really happening? Was Steve just shooting the shit? Or was he trying to throw clues down? If so, how should he handle it? He’d masturbated to this scenario so many times in his life but had no idea how he would make his move in real time.

Steve hadn't planned this. He'd had thoughts about Eddie before, sure, but he never imagined he'd do anything about it while he was staying at his place. How embarrassing would it be if his friend rejected him? He had to play it cool so he could make it out like he was kidding if that happened.

With a surge of adrenaline, Steve scooted closer, and his friend met him in the middle of the couch.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” Steve’s eyes searched the other pair of chocolate orbs, and they were so close now, Eddie’s pulse was skyrocketing. “I don’t want this to make anything weird between us.”

“I’m fine with it if you are,” Eddie mumbled. There was a voice in his head screaming at him not to miss his chance. He pinched the front of Steve’s shirt. “We could experiment, if you want? What are best friends for?”

Eddie knew there was a platonic best friend line in the sand that was about to be crossed, and it could never be uncrossed, but the way Steve was looking at him with those puppy dog eyes made him not care one single goddamn bit.

He’d do anything for Steve. Even if it meant he was just another “experimental experience” for a straight guy.

Steve leaned in for a kiss, and as much as he wanted it, Eddie pulled his head back.

“Say it,” Eddie muttered.

Steve squeezed himself through his boxers and frowned, confused. “Say what?”

Eddie moved in close again, brushing Steve’s lips with his. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Steve choked on the words at first, and then he told Eddie what he needed to hear.

Their mouths met in a frenzy of clumsy tongues and cries, and then they made their way to the bedroom, stripping clothes off as they went.

It wasn’t long before Eddie was naked next to Steve on the bed, pushing a lubed finger inside him one knuckle at a time. “Is that okay?” He kissed the corner of Steve’s mouth. His friend’s eyes were closed, but Eddie’s were wide open—he didn’t want to miss a thing.

“Yes—fuck,” Steve squirmed, but his hips were moving down, needing Eddie deeper. He gripped Eddie’s back with one hand, and the other came up to fist his own length where it throbbed.

Eddie moved his head down, his hair dragging along his companion's chest. “Let me,” he mumbled. Steve held it at the base so that the metalhead could take the swollen, leaking tip into his mouth. Now he was twirling his tongue around the head and fucking his finger inside of his best friend. He savored the taste of the salty tang, making lewd noises as he sucked and swallowed.

Eddie’s mouth was magic, and Steve was hiccupping erotic sighs. “Tell me again, why did we wait this long?” He chuckled, and Eddie smiled around the gift in his mouth, both of them caught in mutual disbelief and bliss.

“You feel that?” Eddie came up for air long enough to ask, pupils blown, rubbing deep onto Steve’s prostate with purpose.

“Yeah, I feel it,” Steve shuddered. He bent his knees up and placed his feet on the mattress so that he could arch his pelvis up to give better access. “I think...I think I need more,” he breathed.

Eddie chanced a look up at his friend: his head was back, throat exposed, and–oh shit— he loved seeing what he was doing to him. The way that he was the one giving Steve Harrington this much pleasure, to be the one to make him unravel.

The second finger went in, stretching him, and Steve’s muscle squeezed around Eddie’s digits so tight, it made his cock ache to take their place. The phalange in question was tucked against Steve’s hip, aching, and he rutted it there a few times, leaving a snail trail of juice on his partner’s skin.

“Move this leg,” Eddie advised, and Steve licked his lips, watching every move, hoping to god that he did not stop fucking him. He was switching positions now, getting in between Steve’s thighs.

Steve used the slick from Eddie’s saliva to work the tip of his cock a few times as his eyes roamed the wash of tattoos over his friend’s sinewy muscles, and the guitar pick necklace that swayed against his chest.

“Does this feel okay?” Eddie buried the second finger in and scissored them to stretch out Steve’s hole, feeling the resistance throb in his own balls.

Steve winced with a hiss, and Eddie’s hand stilled, but then Steve’s eyes snapped open. “It feels so fucking good, don’t stop.”

Eddie was quick to lower his head to take over the tending of Steve’s huge member, making his friend moan long and hard.

When he looked down at the top of Eddie’s head, and the way his arm moved in and out between his legs, listening to the soft, wet, sucking sounds, Steve started to have some real feelings. They were feelings he was afraid to think, let alone say out loud.

“I-I need you inside of me, Eddie,” Steve managed. “I need you to fuck me right now.”

Eddie rose up, staring into Steve’s eyes as he took his fingers out to put the head of his dripping cock against the slip of Steve’s hole, rubbing it up and down. “Are you sure?” Eddie mumbled. “I’m not going to last long.”

“Me neither,” Steve blinked a few times, liking the way Eddie bit his bottom lip and searched his face.

Eddie’s heart was about to explode in his chest. He imagined bits of his heart and cum sprayed everywhere when his strewn body parts were found the next morning.

After a few moments of working the tip through and moaning at the way his hole sucked him in, Eddie leaned forward and pressed into Steve, spreading him open, letting him give a silent scream into his mouth. Eddie braced his partner’s hips, trembling at the sensation as he clenched around him.

Once he sank all the way in, Eddie intertwined his fingers with Steve’s above his head and began to move.

“The way you’re gripping me—holy shit,” Eddie murmured against his mouth. “Does that feel okay?”

“It feels…so fucking good,” Steve hushed. “Don’t stop.”

Steve’s bent legs were up now, and Eddie was thrusting against him, deep and hard, unable to hold back the emotions that drove his movements. Steve’s body bent so that his stomach wrinkled as Eddie found a mouth-watering pace, his guitar pick swinging in the air.

Foreheads pressed together, Eddie said, “wrap your legs around me,” and that’s when it happened; that’s when Steve could feel the coil snap in his stomach as Eddie drove into him with purpose.

Eddie grabbed a handful of Steve’s hair and pulled tight, yanking his head to the side, making him whimper.

“Cum inside me, Eddie—” Steve cried.

Eddie gave a strangled gasp at his words, because he was close, but it didn’t take long to slide one hand between them to find Steve’s leaking tip to help him along.

“I’m gonna cum in your tight little asshole,” breathless, Eddie was pounding him now, and neither one of them cared if the wet slapping sounds could be heard next door.

It was all Eddie could do not to declare his love then; to tell Steve that it had always been him, and it would be him forever after. “I’m so in love with you,” he wanted to say, and the thought alone made his orgasm rise.

The way Eddie made him feel so full would have been enough, but then his friend’s strong, calloused hand was yanking at his cock and Steve began to convulse under him. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. Eddie, I’m cumming!”

First of all, did Steve just call him baby?

But then there was no time to consider it because there were warm ropes of his release shooting between them, and Steve’s muscle gripped Eddie’s length over and over, milking him.

The way Steve cried out made Eddie’s movements erratic as he emptied himself, scooting closer, and bending his friend more in half to get deeper, to keep pumping with each aching grunt.

“Shit, you feel amazing,” Eddie cursed as everything got slippery and he could feel his seed leaking out between them.

Once they both came down from their highs, Eddie pulled himself out of Steve and kissed his knee before shimmying off the bed.

“Damn,” Steve looked down at himself, at the spray of jizz that began to pool in his belly button and noticed the sensation of Eddie’s release dripping down his ass. “I’m a fucking mess.”

“Hold on, I got it,” Eddie returned from the bathroom with a washcloth, brushing hair out of his face, and Steve watched him climb onto the bed to nestle between his thighs again. His cock was still half-hard, bobbing in the air as if it were already preparing for another round.

Eddie had the wet rag ready, but then the cum glistening on Steve’s stomach gave him other ideas.

“Are you giving me all that sweet aftercare now?” Steve scoffed.

“Well, yeah,” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows before bending down to lap at Steve’s bellybutton with his tongue. “You’re my guest.”

The feeling of his friend’s tongue dragging along his sensitive flesh was about to make Steve erect again, and he writhed at the sensation, eventually scooting further away, up against the headboard. Eddie watched him go, not sure what he’d done wrong, and passed him the washcloth.

Steve was having a hard time looking at his best friend now. Maybe because it had been the best orgasm of his life? Maybe because the past hour had made him question everything he thought he knew about himself?

He didn’t know what to do with the towel when he was done, so he handed it to Eddie, and he tossed it to the ground with a flop.

Eddie was about to move up next to Steve to kiss him, or at least sit next to him, but instead Steve got up off the bed and bent down to put his boxers on.

“So, does this mean—” Steve stammered, keeping his back to Eddie. “Does this mean that I—that I’m a bottom?”

Eddie was about to chuckle as he stretched long on the mattress and put his head in his hand, but then he realized Steve was asking a serious question.

“Did you enjoy it?” Eddie asked, cautiously.

“Um, yeah,” Steve bent down to pick up his shirt. “Obviously I did.”

That response elicited a quiver of a smile from Eddie, putting parentheses on either side of his mouth.

Eddie exhaled a long breath and rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling. “It means…whatever you want it to mean. I’m not one to really care for labels.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Steve nod, taking in the information. He went to sit at the edge of the bed, fully clothed now, and Eddie ran a hand down his chest, thinking of his next words.

“We could always try it…the other way,” he said it so nonchalantly, and it made Steve turn his head, curiosity piqued.

“The other way?”

“You know,” now it was Eddie averting his eyes. “You could fuck next time, if you want. If you want to try it, I mean. See if you like it.”

“Next time, huh?” Steve ran a hand up and down his face. “I don’t know, man, this is —kinda blowing my mind right now.”

“I get it,” Eddie could feel a familiar heartache rising in his throat. “We could just forget this ever happened, if you want.”

There was a heavy silence then, thick and weighty with the fear of the unknown.

“No, I don’t want that,” Steve whispered.

Eddie lifted his head up. “You don’t?” His voice cracked, and then he cleared his throat and sat up to brace his elbows behind him.

Steve stood and put his hands on his hips before turning to his friend again. He raked his fingers through his hair. “I want to keep doing this,” he muttered. “But I don’t know what that means.”

“Hey,” Eddie scooted himself down so that he was sitting close to where Steve was standing, legs off the bed, and looked up at him. “We’re the only ones allowed to define this…whatever is happening between us. No one else.”

And the next thing you knew, Steve surprised himself for the second time that night, by going over to stand in front of Eddie. He brushed a few strands of his outdated bangs off of his forehead and Eddie closed his eyes to bask in the attention.

But his eyes opened when he felt Steve lower his head and grab onto Eddie’s shoulders. His mouth was so close now, and their noses slotted together. “I think I need to kiss you again,” he hushed.

Eddie’s hands went to the hips of Steve’s shorts, making fists in the material; he could feel himself getting hard again already.

“You better fucking do it, then, Harrington,” Eddie mumbled.

Once their lips met, tongues were quick to follow, and then they were crashing into the kiss and Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck. He had so many questions, and so many concerns about what this would look like to the outside world, to his friends and estranged family. But, in that moment, nothing mattered more than getting as close to this person he loved as he possibly could.

He wanted to be inside of him.

Eddie dropped to his knees and took Steve’s boxers with him, making Steve curse once he was back inside Eddie’s warm mouth.

Eddie pulled back to spit on the head, connecting a string of saliva to his mouth when he looked up to stare into his companions' eyes.

“You know where I want to put that,” Steve told the man on his knees.

Eddie’s moan was full of yearning. “I want you to fill me up,” and then he licked down the shaft and spit again until it was soaked. Eddie sucked his finger and then snaked it back to push the tip into Steve’s clenching muscle while he gave kitten licks to the freshly juiced pre-cum.

Steve jumped. “Fuck, baby—you’ll make me cum like that,” he barked a laugh.

Eddie’s smile was huge—-holy shit, he was so in love—-but then he stood to full height and grabbed Steve by the throat to kiss him. “We’ve got all night.”

Steve found his partner's rock-hard length and began to roll back the foreskin with a firm grip. He had no idea what he was doing but decided to go with whatever felt right. “Bend over,” Steve told him, taking a fist full of his hair. “Get on the bed.”

Steve’s tone made Eddie clench, and his balls were preparing for duty again.

Steve stepped out of his boxers and took his shirt off, keeping his attention on Eddie’s ass, and the way it was on full display for him now.

“The lube is in the—” Eddie started, but Steve silenced him with a “shush”.

“You’re a big boy, Harrington,” Eddie continued. “I don’t want to get ripped open toni—-”

But then big hands were spreading his cheeks apart and an eager tongue was dancing around his asshole.

Eddie pushed his hips back and the tongue dove inside. “Does that feel good?” Steve asked in between licks.

“Fuck yes,” Eddie breathed.

With that new burst of encouragement, Steve slid his thumb in, making the metalhead throw his head back.

Steve considered the logistics of it all for a moment, and then: “Can you get on your side?”

He moved into position without question. Steve didn’t have the nerve to say it, but he wanted to see Eddie; he wanted to be able to look at his face when he came. When they were both ready, Eddie rubbed the lube on his friend’s generous length, and then Steve squirted a bit on that pink, puckered spot, and Eddie yelped at the cold sensation.

More low chuckles, more tender laughter.

Eddie watched over his shoulder at the way Steve was concentrating as he lined the tip up. His best friend was so fucking beautiful, and he hoped to god it wasn’t a dream. Steve straddled Eddie’s bottom leg, while his top bent to the side, twisting at his hip.

Steve stammered a few curse words when he sank in an inch, halting. “Oh shit, I had no idea how tight—holy fuck Munson.”

“Fuck, please don’t stop,” Eddie mumbled into the pillow.

Steve groaned long and hard with each thrust, pushing himself in, taking his time, and then pulling out a bit until his hips were almost flush with Eddie’s ass.

“You like it when I stretch you out, don’t you?”

Eddie’s jaw went slack, and he reached down to touch himself, rutting into the mattress.

Steve buried himself inside Eddie, spreading his cheeks apart to watch. “Tell me I’m the only one who fills you up like this.”

“You’re the only one,” Eddie was whimpering now, trembling with lust and love. “I need you to start moving right now, Harrington!”

Steve was snapping his hips then, pounding Eddie just the way he wanted. The sounds escaping both of them were egging each other on, and Steve held Eddie’s leg up to get a better angle.

“It’s never felt this good,” Steve blurted. “Look at me.”

Eddie turned his head to meet his partner’s hooded gaze, sweaty hair sticking to his cheek. What if he said, “I love you”? What then? Because it was right there on the tip of his tongue.

“I’m so close, Eddie,” Steve’s movements stuttered a bit. “I need to see you.”

It was only a few more seconds of that intense eye contact before Steve was losing every last bit of himself inside his friend, slapping their skin even harder together as warm wetness filled the space. Steve’s toes curled on the mattress, and he threw his head back, holding onto Eddie's leg so that he didn’t fall over.

Being inside Eddie, to share something like that with him, felt so right and so perfect, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions.

He flipped his partner over so that he was on his back, neglected cock straining against his tattooed stomach, and Steve bent over to put it into his mouth.

“Steve—!” Eddie was already about to blow his load before those soft lips were on him, but now his balls were tightening up close to his body. “I’m so close, I’m gonna—oh fuck!”

Steve nodded, humming on his friend’s swollen length as the salty spill poured over his tongue and he drank it down with eager swallows. Eddie writhed, shaking as he came.

They showered together again after that, and Steve found out about Eddie’s insatiable appetite when they jerked each other off one more time before they found sleep. They were all a tangle of limbs and legs, hot breath against the skin of each other’s throats.

The next two days brought much of the same. They had dinner together when Eddie got home from work and held hands in front of the tv. Until hand holding turned to touching and it was time for Steve to experiment being inside Eddie from a different angle. They both lost count of the number of times they came inside of each other. Well, Steve lost count. For Eddie, each one was precious and something he cherished.

On the third day, while the Saturday morning cartoons were on, Eddie’s head was in Steve’s lap while he played with his hair and rubbed his scalp. Eddie’s eyes were rolling back in his head, and he suddenly understood why cats purr. It all felt so natural, hidden away there in Eddie’s cozy trailer with the curtains drawn, like the rest of the world didn’t even exist.

But then there came the sound of footsteps bounding up to the porch, and someone tried the door handle before offering a few quick knocks.

“Hey, what’s going on in there?” The woman’s voice exclaimed. “Open up, this is the police.”

Steve’s eyes bulged and he practically pushed Eddie to the ground, trying to cover himself with the blanket. He was wearing his boxer shorts, but it made him feel very exposed.

Eddie’s hair was a mess when he sat up, and he gave Steve a curious frown. “What’s wrong with you? It’s just Robin.”

“I know,” Steve took a breath. “It just startled me, that’s all.”

Eddie threw a pillow in Steve’s face and shouted, “coming!”

“No, no, wait!” Steve lurched up and grabbed his friend's arm, pulling him back down to the couch.

Eddie gave him a few confused shakes of his head. “Are you losing it man? You knew she had the day off and might come over.”

“It’s not that,” Steve was whispering. “I want to see her I just—did you tell her…does she know…about us?”

Eddie’s face sobered. “When would I have a chance to tell her? I’ve spent every free second with you.”

“Okay good,” Steve’s shoulders sank, showing that he was clearly relieved. “Let’s keep it between us, alright? I don’t want anyone to know.”

“Anyone…ever?” Eddie was searching his companion’s eyes, hoping to find that same glimmer from the past couple days there, but it was gone. He understood that coming out could be complicated and difficult, and he didn’t think Steve would be shouting it from the hills, but surely Robin could know? They were the three amigos, the best of friends. If anyone would embrace him for exactly who he was and who he wanted to have sex with, it would be her.

Maybe he just needed more time, and that was fine, Eddie had plenty of it.

Robin knocked again, more forceful this time. “What the hell? I’m growing mold out here.”

Eddie remained still, passing his tongue over his teeth, and thought about what Steve was asking of him.

“I’m going to put some clothes on,” Steve got to his feet and jogged out of sight, to the bedroom, leaving Eddie to sit there, feeling the weight of being a secret, yet again.

“Hey!” Steve hissed from the hallway where he struggled to pull his jeans on while Eddie walked to the door. “Could you light a candle or something? It smells like sex in here.”

Yeah, sure, he’d get right on that.

Anything for you, King Steve.

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Hi! Thank you for reading! Always love hearing from you. Look out for part 2 🧡

#Steddie #Steddie fic #Steddie smut #older!steddie #intimacy smut #bisexual!eddie munson #Steddie romance #steve x eddie #Stranger Things smut #Steve Harrington fic #Steddie fanfiction

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moxpunk · 24 days

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On this International Asexuality Day, I once again write about my experience with ace-ness and how it deviates from the wider slush-mix of how people think of ace people.

Honestly, I've had a number of frustrating encounters because of what people see as the "asexuality" since I've begun to identify as ace (wow, it's been less than two years?). I've had multiple encounters with friends/crushes/potential partners where they just assumed I'm not interested in romance or flirting whatsoever, they assume I'm aromantic in addition to asexual. I've had to explain on numerous occasions "Yes, I'm asexual. Yes, I'm gay and want romantic partners," and most-importantly with my specific brand of asexuality, "Yes, I enjoy physical touch and kinks."

It's a little upsetting to me about how the prevalent Tumblr culture of asexuality wraps aromanticism into it, and how much it sucks that it's bled into stuff off-site. I have friends that I've done roleplay (my favorite hobby) with that just assume I don't want to write with them anymore and not interact with me until I had to sit down and explain to them that even before coming out they didn't push past my boundaries. It's exhausting to have to first come out to someone as asexual and then be like "Oh, sorry, yeah, I still enjoy kinks and talking about sex, I just don't want to experience sex."

The Tumblr "Hee hoo, what is sex? It sounds icky" gets under my skin so badly. I've had sex, I've had quite a bit of sex! I found out I fucking despise performing sex! The idea of two bodies smushed together is deeply appealing, I just cannot deal with the idea of penetration and the actual act of sex. I used to get anxiety so bad with my exes that I just assumed there was something wrong with my brain until finding out years later that I'm ace, where it all made sense. I do not relate to the memes of "I don't want partners", or "I think kissing is revolting", or "I think physical touch is alien" at all, and it's so alienating to me that half the time I think it might be easier to just identify as allosexual with a distaste for the act of penetration - and that's fucked up to think about!

I don't really know where I was going with this. I don't really have a call to action and I don't think the zeitgeist of asexuality through the lens of Tumblr is going to suddenly up and change thanks to me whinging on about my experiences. I guess I just needed to vent about this sort of thing on the day for folks like me. The bullshit that ace people went through on this site for a number of years has made it so the "acceptable" version of asexuality is this hyperbolic version that pushes away people on the fringes like me, and it fucking sucks to see. I hate it. It wrecks the interactions I have with damn-near everyone I tell that I'm asexual.

#asexual #asexuality #international asexuality day

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90skiyoomi · 2 years

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reckless pt. 2

haikyuu x f!reader, sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

angst but mostly fluff

it has been 2 year since you found out that your ex boyfriend was cheating on you with your ex bestfriend. what happened since then?

tw: mentions of depression, nsfw (just suggestive), mentions of cheating and manipulation (from the ex bestfriend), cursing at almost the end of the story

a/n: saw one of the suggestions that i should write about what happens about the whole shenanigan in pt. 1

also no proofreading was done so it might be a little messy. i just wrote whatever that was in my mind without actually thinking to put it into words properly

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it has been 2 years since it all happened.

you stumbled upon your ex boyfriend with your ex bestfriend at a restaurant and found out that he has been cheating on you 4 months into your relationship.

you were angry.

you've never felt so angry in your whole life before. it felt like you wanted to scream at the whole world for everything that has happened to you. he was your first everything.

first kiss.

first sex.

first apartment with a partner.

you never thought you could have a second one, not after what happened.

you were so depressed that you had to see a therapist for a while, because you couldn't even leave home to go for grocery runs when you were low of food. you couldn't even get out of bed because you felt numb. it was as if your whole world fell apart in a day and you didn't know how to deal with it.

you never thought better days would come. you thought that that was it and there was no way that you could recover from that whole ordeal.

a week after the break up, you decided to text your ex bestfriend.

why did you do it? i thought you were my friend

he was just using you babes. he'd always loved me but used you to get to me.

and you didn't bother telling me because?

because you don't deserve good things. you've always had everything since we were kids and how exciting was it for me to finally be able to steal something from you?

that was the last text that you and her had.

the medications helped a little bit, i guess.

you started going out again.

you decided that you wanted to pursue your master's degree.

that's where you found your childhood friend, sakusa kiyoomi.

you remembered him as that introverted kid that was also a germaphobe.

but somehow, he found comfort in you.

he wasn't scared to take his mask off when you're around.

you did everything together.

until one day, he moved away as he was playing volleyball in a prestigious school.

turns out, he was on a volleyball scholarship while taking his master's degree.

the first time you both met was when you were getting coffee from the school's coffee shop and you bumped into him while you were entering. he was annoyed, and then shock, because it's you.

you didn't know back then but before he moved, he had a crush on you as you were the only person that really understood him (besides his cousin of course).

he was so sad when you weren't home when he left. he didn't get to see you one last time.

when he saw you at that coffee shop again, it was as if his crush for you never went away.

"hey omi, it has been so long"

you pulled him into a tight hug.

somehow, you noticed some people in the coffee shop started staring and whispering.

was something wrong?

"hey y/n, i've missed you so much"

he snuggled into the hug, causing more commotion in the coffee shop.

"wanna enlighten me why the entire coffee shop is suddenly staring and talking about us?" you whispered.

he just giggled and pulled away from the hug, holding you hand as the both of you exited the building.

you chatted for hours (it was a weekend and you both didn't had any classes but since the both of you stayed in the dormitory in school, you bumped into each other at the coffee shop in the school campus) at the park nearby, as if those missing years meant nothing.

"i really missed you so much, y/n"

he sighed, while looking at the sun setting.

wait, the sun setting.

curfews.

he started freaking out.

"oh my god, we're going to miss curfews if we don't walk back now"

you just laughed at his panicked state and stood up, holding your arms out, as if to gesturing to help him get up on his feet.

"you're so silly, omi. we're literally 5 minutes away from the dormitory. you're so dramatic and for what?"

he took your hands and got up.

you both started walking back when he interrupted the silence.

"you know, i've missed how we used to sit by the sea and talk about everything. this,,, felt nice" he blushed ever so slightly.

the walk seemed too short for the likes of the both of you.

"i have to go, omi. or else i would (does air quotes) miss my curfew and get kicked out of school or whatever" you joked

"but, i really want to hang out again. give me your phone"

without even thinking, he handed you his phone as you keyed in your number.

xxx-xxxx-xxx my bff the loml

"there. remember to text me"

he looked at the contact name and burst out laughing.

"my bff the loml??? what are you, 12?"

you just smiled and said your goodbyes.

you guys texted back and forth every night and everyday when time permits.

you told him about your ex one day when you both were hanging out and you swear there were fumes coming out through the top of his head.

"how could he treat you like this? and with that homewrecker? i knew she had bad vibes when i met her right before i left but i've never thought she would stoop so low"

his face was full of anger and disgust.

you couldn't help but to feel a certain way, knowing how someone is feeling angry for you too.

you didn't realize but deep inside you, you've always loved kiyoomi.

he was truly your first love. when he left, you didn't leave home for days, knowing that school wouldn't be the same without him.

you thought it was just puppy love, those kind of love that would just go away after a while. but you didn't know that it was still lingering, not until you saw him again.

2 years in university flew by really quickly. you and kiyoomi graduated with honors, with you being the valedictorian.

that was when he asked you out as his girlfriend.

obviously you said yes but not before hitting his chest and asked him what took him so long?

that was 3 years ago.

you're currently on a plane to US, where your then-boyfriend, now fiancé, is playing against the Adlers.

you smiled, as the fond memory of how you met him again replays in your mind.

he doesn't know that you were on your way to surprise him.

as you reminisce the first time where he signed the contract with MSBY to play volleyball professionally, you knew that it was going to be tough for the both of you as it meant that you won't see each other as often, especially when he's playing an away game. but you knew that he was worth it and encouraged him to pursue him dream, even if you have to suffer from loneliness a few times a year.

you were so caught up in your own thoughts, only for it to be broken with a couple bickering on the plane in economy.

you thought they sounded familiar but minded your own business. you put on your headphones and drifted to sleep, only to wake up 7 hours later to the sight of USA out of the plane window.

"ladies and gentlemen, we are landing shortly. thank you for flying with japan air."

you heard the pilot saying.

once you landed, you met up with atsumu (he was a part of the plan) at the hotel. he handed you kiyoomi's hotel room key (totally didn't stole it) and quickly joined the rest outside. you made sure that the both of you were discreet, making sure that bokuto and hinata were doing their job in distracting kiyoomi.

you quickly went up to the room to put your luggage and once you saw that their bus drive off, you hoped into a cab and went to the stadium that they were playing at.

atsumu got you first row tickets so that sakusa could see you.

before going to your seat, you walk towards the back door to enter the court to surprise him while he was warming up.

while walking towards the back door, you bumped into him and her.

"hey y/n"

he chimed.

as surprised as you were to see them here, you looked at him blankly and decided that he wasn't even worth a hello and walked to your destination. atsumu was waiting frantically and basically screamed when he saw you.

"i swear yer' gonna be the death of me. pray that coach won't kill me before omi omi could"

you just chuckled at how dramatic he was.

as he opened the door, you walked towards the court and there he was, your kiyoomi.

"omi!"

he looked up, having the most surprised face before running towards you, hugging you and basically lifting you off the floor.

"baby"

he snuggled into your neck.

"you didn't tell me that you were coming"

you could see his little pout and his finger wiping his fake tear, acting like a child.

you just laughed.

"couldn't be away from your away game"

"get it? away ,,, from your ,,, away game"

he just rolled his eyes at your stupid joke.

"do you have a ticket? the game is about to start so i have to go soon"

you waved your front seat ticket

"tsumu got it all figured out"

"so that brat is in this too?"

you nodded

"well, that's the first thing he has ever done right because i get to see you. but i have to go now, love. i'll see you after the game okay?"

he kissed you on your forehead and waved goodbye. you blew him a kiss as he was walking away and started heading to your seat.

but not before noticing that your ex boyfriend and bestfriend were staring at the both of you the whole time (the audience too because sakusa kiyoomi being affectionate?????? i think we're gonna struck the lottery or something)

you cheered for kiyoomi as loudly as you can, and as he made his last point, he looked at you and did his usual heart gesture, this time towards you and not the camera.

MSBY won and you were so proud of your fiancé. you ran out of your seat and ran towards the back door to finally hug your fiancé and to show how proud of him you were.

after chatting with the rest of the team and thanking atsumu, bokuto and hinata for making this possible, you and kiyoomi walked out.

you both were chatting away with hands intertwined when you bumped into a bickering couple that gave you an eyesore.

kiyoomi noticed your discomfort

"who are they?"

"it's homewrecker and adulterer"

he just nodded and giggled a little as the both of you walked towards the exit (slowly because both of you wanted to know what they were talking about)

"i can't believe you fucking cheated" the adulterer said.

"aww the cheater got cheated on. must suck to be you"

"i don't even know why i chose to be with you. you're nothing but a whore"

slap.

"i'm a whore? weren't you the one that cheated on that bitch with me? who's the fucking whore now? you didn't even have the balls to break it off with her"

that was the last thing you heard as you exited the stadium.

once you were outside, the both of you burst out into laughter.

"who's the fucking whore now? you didn't even have the balls to break it off with her"

you said mockingly, trying to sound like her.

"that just made my day so much better" (kiyoomi secretly lives for the drama)

once the laughter dies down, you held his hand

"shall we?"

he smiled.

i'm going to marry her for real someday, he just thought, as you both walked in a comfortable silence back to the hotel.

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delespresso · 5 days

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IT'S YOU ━━ Antonio Dawson x fem!reader

author's note; hi! it's been a while since i actually wrote something and i really wanted to start again so here we are. first time writing for my man antonio and i hope it's good and liked <3

prompt; "what do you i've been doing this for?" from this list

summary; after a pretty messy breakup, she ends up crashing at antonio's. and she ends up moving in — but they're just friends.

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

Antonio had known her for years. When she first moved to Chicago and became Gabby's partner on Ambulance 61, he was one of the few people that welcomed her from outside the firehouse.

Since then they'd been good friends, usually hanging out at Molly's or helping each other with mundane things. She was even good with Eva and Diego which always helped lessen his load after the divorce. There were times when she helped watch over the kids when Gabby couldn't and Antonio was stuck with a case while his ex-wife was traveling the world with her fancy new boyfriend.

He wasn't sure when it started, but at some point he felt it. The way his excitement grew at the prospect of seeing her again even if just for a drink with their circle of friends at Molly's. Or if they bumped into each other while on scenes. Or the few moments he'd get roughed up on the job and would come to her instead of an actual doctor or something.

But when he realized the way he was leaning onto her more than he probably should, he still couldn't stop it. Which was probably why he immediately offered her a place to stay when she broke up with her boyfriend whom she'd been living with.

“The kids are at a sleepover this weekend, but you don't need to worry about them,” he said as he brought two bottles of cold beer out for them.

She was on his couch, wrapped up in one of his hoodies as she curled up. Her boyfriend of four years turned out to be sleeping with his secretary. Cliché, but god she never expected it.

“You're sure they're gonna be fine with me staying?” she asked, wiping her nose with a tissue since she'd just stopped crying as she took the beer he offered.

In all honesty her heart was crushed. Who wouldn't be? She'd trusted her boyfriend only to find out he'd been stepping out on her.

Antonio could see the way she was hurting. And it filled him with a subtle rage. He wouldn't risk showing it though, all he did now was be there for her.

He let her curl up on the long couch as he settled in the armchair, watching her as she drank her beer.

“They love you,” he reminded her. “Eva would be happy to know you're here so she'd have someone to gossip with.”

They shared a chuckle over that. She did love the long chats with Eva about high-school drama. It was much simpler than her life now.

“You can stay as long as you need,” he added gently, a soft smile as he reassured her.

She looked at him, mustering up a soft smile of her own. How on earth did she get so lucky as to have a friend like him?

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

She'd been staying at Antonio's for half a year by now. The search for a place of her own wasn't going so well. But Eva and Diego were pretty much doing everything they could to convince her to just stay.

Antonio's feelings had been all over the place now that she was literally in the room next door to him. Everywhere he turned she was there. It didn't help with the ongoing want to always be around her.

She was usually so sharp on social cues. She'd notice if her friends had crushes or admirers from miles away. But when it was her own case, she was practically blind to it. Which clearly showed now as she was helping Hermann bartend at Molly's and serving up a drink for Antonio.

“You know you've got a hot one eyeing you up on your four o'clock,” she teased, passing him a bottle of cold beer.

Antonio was aware of the other woman. But his eyes was fixed on the one behind the bar in front of him.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, picking up his bottle and bringing it up to his lips, “I'm not looking for that.”

She rested her hands on the bartop, tilting her head at him. Now that she thought of it, he hadn't been on any dates for a while now. Much less flirting with anyone. Well, anyone but her. But they always had their harmless flirty banter.

“Then what are you looking for?” she asked, leaning forward slightly as she questioned him.

He sighed, scratching his stubble lightly as he turned his head for a moment. God, he loved her but he wished she opened her eyes sometimes.

“I'm not looking anymore ‘cause I already found it,” he answered simply, turning back to her with a soft smile.

“Meaning?” she asked again, raising her brows.

“Well, there's this girl,” he started to say. He paused though, grinning when he saw her lean in slightly as if she was interested in some hot scoop of gossip.

“She got her heart broken a while back. Since then, I've been tryna make her feel better. Pick up the little pieces.”

She paused then, her brain picking up all the information piece by piece. For a minute, she felt like she made the connection. But she didn't want to jump the gun.

“You told her how you feel?”

“Doing that right now.”

There were a few seconds of silence. Both of them just looked each other in the eyes as he smiled softly at the way she simply stared at him like that. He knew she was picking it up now.

“Antonio—”

“It's you,” he cut her off, pushing his beer bottle aside slightly. His arms were folded over the wooden bartop as he spoke to her. “It's been you for years now.”

She blinked, completely dumbfounded. Her heart felt like it was fighting to break out of her ribcage.

He felt like the weight was finally lifted off his shoulders now. It was out. He couldn't take it back and he didn't want to.

“Why didn't you say anything?” she finally asked after a few beats.

“You were spoken for,” he replied.

She'd been taken for the past four years. And he respected the relationship, so he never said anything or acted on his feelings. He wasn't the type for it.

“Not anymore,” she then said.

He paused, his eyes locked on hers for a moment as he nodded slowly.

“Not anymore,” he echoed. “What do you think I've been doing this for?”

A soft smile pulled on her lips as she looked at him, finally realizing she was right. She had sensed the subtle hints, but she was too scared to properly read into it.

Now though, he was making himself clear.

“I like you,” he said properly, making her smile brighter which caused an immediate rise in his heart rate. “And I know you're in the room next door—”

She laughed softly at that, looking down briefly. She was still living in his place after all.

“— but if you'd like, I'd love to properly take you out,” he finally finished.

He was nervous. In all honesty, she made him so nervous it made almost no sense. But he had to take the leap. He'd been waiting for years for the chance and he'd be damned if he didn't take it now.

She smiled, looking at him with those eyes that always made him weak.

“I'll clear my Friday night.”

#antonio dawson x reader #antonio dawson #antonio dawson imagine #chicago pd #one chicago #antonio dawson fanfiction #oneshot #jon seda

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skepsiss · 7 months

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Master Writing List of My Works

I've seen other people do this and it seems like a good idea. You can follow my Ao3 where more of my works are posted, but for the ones available on Tumblr I will list them below.

Skepsis_Ree on Ao3

Art, Photos, and Moodboards

Stranger Things

Steddie

Mini Fics. These are asks that people have sent me. You can send me a prompt and I'll write you Steddie stuff.

The Last Strange Thing [Monster reference guide] [The art for the fic!] Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 [FINISHED] // Welcome to the apocalypse. The demo-infection has taken hold of the world, and humans are a rare thing these days. Still, people hang on to civilization in pockets across North America and beyond. Hawkins is one such place. Steve Harrington is a scout who runs missions for Hawkins, and on one of those missions, he becomes separated from his scouting partner, Robin. He has to find his way across Indianapolis in an infected world, meeting one very important individual on the way, Eddie. The two of them must trust one another in order to journey across Indiana, while perhaps finding something softer to nurture with one another along the way.

Long Road Ahead Pt1 Pt1.2 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 // A Five part (maybe six?) series about Steve and Eddie getting together. Steve really struggles with the possibility of him being queer and doesn't know how to deal with it. Each part alternates between Eddie's POV and Steve's POV; lots of yearning, miscommunication, a pining with a happy ending.

Join the Party // One Shot, AU Where Steve and Eddie have been friends since childhood and I guess no Upside Down shenanigans (yet?). Hurt/comfort with confessions. Written from the period of them at 10 (ish) to 18 (ish).

Heart Beat City // One shot. A character piece on Eddie as he has some of his faith in happiness returned to him. Eddie thinks pretty firmly that love and kindness are not a real thing--at least not for him, but that changes when he meets Steve. Poetic and moody, optimistic ending.

House to Ourselves // Series of one-shots. Steve and Eddie are finally living together after a long courtship. They get every other weekend to themselves when Steve’s ex-wife takes the kids for 2.5 days. That means sex… definitely sex.

Because I Want You // Part of the adult AU, one-shot series. Steve and Eddie have been broken up for 9 years. It just so happens that they both have 3-year-olds, and they end up in the same daycare, allowing them to reunite. It’s bittersweet in a lot of ways, mostly because Eddie feels so guilty for how things ended with Steve in their previous relationship. This story is about them trying to get back together.

Modern Problems, Modern Solutions Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 [FINISHED] // Modern AU. Eddie's POV and his judgy, budgie, anxiety-filled self-denying for a long time that he has a crush on Steve. I wanted to explore what being an awkward teen was like (again) and how the personality dynamics would work between Steve and Eddie if they were in more modern times. A story full of miscommunications set in 2015 ish. This mini-series is finished, and it has a happy ending. Enjoy the very soft end for the boys.

Basketball Shorts // PWP. Explicit, 18+. Eddie and Steve are in an established relationship, and Eddie asks Steve to wear his old basketball uniform. They fantasize together about what it would have been like to date in high school (and how hard it would have been not to sneak off to bone).

Tooth and Nail Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 // Uuhh, it's kinda sad guys. Prompt was to write something where Eddie is the one that is in denial about his queer-ness and Steve is the one who makes him question his sexual identity. Full request here. This is hurt comfort and miscommunication riddled; read some realness and slowburn towards romance. Part 4 onward is pining time with Eddie trying to figure out his feelings.

Stories of Youth (microfic) // A short (480 words) fic written for the steddie microfic month with the prompt "Suck." This is fluff and just a little window into the sweetness (and eternal horiness) that is Steve and Eddie in a relationship.

His People Chapter 1: His People // This story is more about Eddie than anything. Exploring the idea of Eddie coming back very "monstrous" from the Upside Down, and he doesn't have a lot of memories on how to be human. He does learn quickly though that the people around him do love him no matter what. This was written for Eddie Month with the Oct 13 prompt "Monster."

Chapter 2: Like. Lust. Love. // Eddie relearns what attraction is, and acts on the memories he has of himself and Steve... or what he thinks are his memories of him and Steve.... (angst, drama).

The Audacity - Corroded Coffin Lyrics only Written in Sung/Spoken form // A limerick that I wrote as if it were a song written and performed by Corroded Coffin. Angry, but also very f*ck the establishment.

The King - A Corrded Coffin Song (Accompanying art) // An imagined metal ballad written by Eddie Munson. (Think Iron Maiden's "Run to the Hills"). It's about Steve and his father, but also Vecna, and Eddie vs Hawkins. It's multi-layered and I thought it felt equally tragic and love-filled.

Time // Just a one-shot of them maturing and being in a 2-3 decade relationship. Romantic and fluffy, less than 700 words.

Through Leagues and Miles Pt1 // Eddie and Steve meet up again after 7 years. They're proper adults now and Eddie is living his dream of being a rockstar, while Steve has just started to go back to school to become a teacher. They were only supposed to be meeting up for a reunion with The Party, but one thing leads to another, and well... maybe acting on that crush from 7 years ago is worth it.

"Newly-wed Game" // Just this silly little "Newly-wed Game" post I added to. For some reason, it has 4,000 notes.

Reflection Steve's Part Robin's Part Nancy's Part Eddie's Part [FINISHED] // This is a 4 part mini-series about the Fruity Four. It's 1989 and Steve, Eddie, and Robin are visiting Hawkins over winter break. Nancy has invited them all over for a little Christmas get-together, and we read from the point of view of each member of the crew across 1 event. I wrote these pieces to be read in any order, so... enjoy some Steddie, vague Ronance, Vickie x Robin, and just the Fruity Four being... fruity. Dialogue prompt "You Remember That?" for Spicy Six Winter Fanworks Challenge.

It's Snowing In Hawkins // This is all fluff. Steve goes over to visit Eddie during a heavy snow in Hawkins and gets roped into helping him build a snow fort. Both of them have been inching toward a romance for months now, and Steve adores how innocent and young their relationship feels. It’s the start of something real tonight, and it makes Steve feel brilliantly happy.

Before the Fire - Steddie Microfic // Wrote for December's prompt "pine" (508 words). Steve and Eddie are around a fire and Eddie is trying to cheer Steve's up because 'someone' is missing and Steve is beside himself with worry. Eddie is pining, but Steve seeks him out for comfort.

The Cock Tail Club [18+ explicit] // Society thinks poorly of Alphas who prefer to be with other Alphas. That is why underground bars like The Cock Tail Club exist. Where one lonely Alpha can meet another and hit it off for the night. Eddie is doing just that, and of course, he finds wild, satisfying release… and maybe a bit more than what he bargained for.

Stranger Things

Not steddie. Things like stobin etc.

Survival of the Sister [Link to art] // Max is a young knight who has lost everything to the darkness of the Upside Down. The last thing she can lose is her life. She puts it all on the line to save her family, friends, and Hawkins. Fate has another idea for her as she struggles to recall her happiest memories that will bring her back to life and toward Lucas, who is desperately searching for her. Overall, it is a short, emotional piece about Max fighting back death with sheer willpower and then getting to relish in being reunited with Lucas.

We the Youth (1987) [Link to art] Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five [FINISHED] // A five-part, mini-series that is 100% complete and being posted during the Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang 2024. This Stobin-centric story is about Robin learning how to love herself (with the help of her very queer life)! The first part of the story focuses on Robin losing her job and seeking comfort from her best friend, Steve. After moving to New York after graduation to work for a year before college, Robin has "lost her path" and isn't sure what she wants anymore.

Each chapter focuses on a different kind of love, and how difficult it is to find a place to belong when you're a young adult. (Especially when you're a young, queer adult in the 80s). The story has a happy ending though! So please enjoy this lovely platonic Stobin tale and the importance of having people in your life who love and support you.

#my writing #my_writing

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i agree w all of your r*nance thoughts. i also think a big issue for them would be nancy never being robin's Person bc of steve; i do not think that's something nancy could stomach. tho at this point, even if i had liked it originally, i would despise it bc of how often ppl have robin or nancy or both do absolutely sick and twisted things to steve. like the amount of fics where robin doesn't tell steve/actively lies to him about it for extended periods of time then he just has to be okay w it or they have robin just start putting nancy above steve in every aspect of life is ridiculous. then there's the really bad ones, like the fic i saw where the entire premise is r*nance fucking in steve's bed w/o his knowledge (and robin specifically doesn't feel bad at all which ???? like they have nancy feel bad but not robin? i will never understand) or the ficlet i saw where robin asks steve for sex advice then either 1) tells him it's nancy and he makes the advice specific (wtf) or 2) doesn't tell him but he figures it out later bc nancy thanks him since she realized the advice came from him (demonic). like what the actual fuck. sorry i had to complain about the things i've been forced to see against my will by tumblr.

so many things to complain about having seen on the hellsite. carry on fellow soldier 🫡

dsakjhfaksdhkf ya like. the concept of either of them starting to date someone they like and not immediately busting the other's door down like candace_momholyFUCK dot jpeg is just absurd to me. Robin would kiss a girl for the first time and as soon as she gets home she's dialing Steve up and twirling the phone cord around her fingers and kicking her legs, giggling. They were having boobie talk in the car at 7am. they def share if they actually get a date with someone they have a crush on!! (the exception being if that person didn't want to come out, like I could see Steve telling Robin he kissed a guy or had a boyfriend but not saying who because the bf wasn't ready for other people/people he didn't know well to know? but robin would still know he had a bf and details about what they do, just not personal details.)

I find it actually laughable that people would consider Robin would put some romantic interest above her most specialest boy in the whole wide world. Like. She was obsessed with him when she held her tammy and bagel crumb grudge and hated him! Now she loves him? Do people thing she isn't obsessed with him now?? Absolutely not she's worse and she steals his shirts to prove it.

Which I agree with you. Nancy obviously wants to be her romantic partner's priority and number 1. Jonathan's priority is his family and we saw in both s3 and s4 that this causes strain in their relationship! To the point they kinda break up in s3 about it! Robin and Steve both can no longer give that to their partners, because they have each other, scoops troop, and, by extension, the Party. Which is wild because s2 Nancy was Steve's priority.

idk whyyy people have Robin be mean to Steve :( stopppp that's her special little guy. her sweet cheese. her rotten soldier. She might say or do something that hurts him but she would try to apologize as soon as she realizes!! Just like he would for her! I think it might come from people still prioritizing romo ships over platonic ones and trying to have those be the most important and special and deep relationship the characters have.

lldkfjlakdflkajlfdj anon those are WILD fics wow. I think some are trying to acknowledge past st4ncy, but neglect all the hurt that happened at the end of that relationship, and that for the characters, in s4, Steve and Nancy broke up less than a year and a half ago! very messily and hurtfully! (once again, regardless of whether or not steve knows Nancy cheated) that is so short between the end of the relationship to be hooking up with your best friend's ex! that he has expressed romantic feelings for recently! or trying to emphasize robin and steve's weird little qpr comfortable in one another's space and oversharing relationship but missing the mark. like. it's one thing to sleep in a friend's bed with a different friend. it another to have sex in a friend's guest bedroom. it's another level to have sex in your friends bed? that's bonkers.wild.

I do think it'd be funny for Steve and Robin to exchange sex tips/stories but the first time i think Robin asks and Steve just blanks and goes "cut your nails. watch your teeth." which like. yeah. Robin figured. They're weirdos who live inside each other's pockets and brains but they probably do have some levels of comfort to work up to (they've been friends for less than a year! even if it feels like they've known each other forever)

(also. there is a weird thing sometimes where Nancy is closer to Steve/cares more openly about him than she would. I think it might be a bit of a backlash to people pointing out that she cheated on him in s2 and then seemed to not talk to him at all between then and s3 and again between s3 and s4? hmm...)

#anti ronance #stranger things #stobin #findaanswers #finda's rambles #anonasaurus #also I know people don't like clogging tags with stuff that only barely mentions the ship but i think it's also good for people muting/bloc #that tag. like i've read some cute stddie or stobin posts and then BAM surprise rnce! and im like oh :(#or like to specifically mention in tags #or have '[shipname] mentioned' or 'background [shipname]#just give me something so it doesn't come out of nowhere #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #fandom salt #i suppose that can be a tag idk #fandom wank

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You Should Watch Moonlight Chicken

Welcome to my formal rec of this show, which has stolen my heart so completely over the last few weeks.

What is it?

Thai BL series from GMMTV which has just finished airing (as of March 2, 2023). The characters all revolve around a chicken rice diner called Moonlight Chicken. It's got eight episodes a little over an hour each.

Couples:

Jim and Wen:

The main characters and couple are Jim (left above) and Wen (right). They meet when Wen passes out drunk at Jim's restaurant one night and they end up talking and flirting and then going home for a "no strings attached" one night stand.

Afterwards Wen is determined to attach strings but Jim holds firm to his "no complications" rule. Wen starts working part time at the diner in a not-at-all-sneaky plot to win him over.

Heart and Li Ming:

The adorable teen couple of Jim's nephew Li Ming, who he is raising, and Heart, a boy who has been extremely isolated since becoming deaf three years ago. They quickly develop a friendship and learn to communicate and it's heartwarming and adorable right up until it deal with very real issues of ableism.

Other characters:

Alan

He's Wen's not-quite-or-maybe ex. It's complicated. The show might be just as much about Wen and Alan as Wen and Jim, but theirs is a breakup story.

Gaipa:

He's a young friend of Jim, with a massive crush on him. Unrequited love and his relationship with his amazing mom is his focus. Standout performance from the actor.

Saleng:

The token straight. I felt bad leaving him out, okay? He's a good boy.

Okay but what's it ABOUT?

Life. Love. Relationships. Growing up, healing, building community and family even in the face of adversity.

Could you elaborate?

Okay look, the way the plot of this show was sold was "One Night Stand leads to complications when one of them already has a boyfriend?!? Drama!" Which is downright misleading. I showed up for messy gay drama and got a profound piece of queer cinematic art about the struggles of modern life and love and relationships.

This is honestly not your typical BL series at all. It really does feel a lot more like serious drama, queer film, etc than what we are used to. (I'm not saying it's ALONE...just rare.) It feels like a director/creator coming into their own and really stretching their abilities.

The cinematography is gorgeous, creating a quiet and pensive mood throughout. The acting is remarkable, excellent across the board with some real stand-out performances from the "side" characters.

The plot flirts with melodrama/soap opera turns but it always comes down on the side of grounded, realistic takes. I'll just say there are some moments that really hit me because they reflect experiences I've had in my life so well.

This show is very Adult to me. And by that, I don't mean steamy or sexy. It's really not, despite the first episode. It's a very chaste show, all things considered. I mean Adult in terms of These are Problems Adults Have. Dealing with the ending of relationships, getting over past relationship trauma, dealing with grief and loss, figuring out what you want in life, having to be there for your ex because they need you and you still care, etc. Just life, sometimes messy and painful, but ultimately beautiful.

If you can't tell I could go on for a while. But honestly, even if you're not a BL watcher normally, I recommend you give this a try. It's a feel-good show that will make you cry.

Okay where do I watch it?

Good news! The show is available for free on YouTube in its entirety! Just look for the GMMTV official channel.

Content Warnings under the cut to avoid potential spoilers but they will remain vague

Having sex while under the influence of alcohol but fairly lucid, cheating as a topic, breakups, ableism and parental neglect as a result, death of a partner, death of a parent, motor vehicle accident aftermath, age gap relationship(s)

#moonlight chicken #threerings' recs #threerings watches moonlight chicken #threerings recs TV Shows #long post

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Realizing that I went and wrote a bunch of intentionally aro relationships and my partner was like, "Idk, it seemed like normal relationships to me," and I was like, "I mean yeah it's not that different from ours, I guess, I was kind of going for 45° off from 'normal' romance," and they're like, "Okay, but ours is also pretty much like that," and I'm like, "Yeah, true," and now I'm like, damn hold up, are we both some kinda arospec and THIS is how we figure it out? Because I wrote a long-ass fic about intentionally queer-coded (among other things) robots? Life is weird, man.

Like I've been prone to extreme long-term crushes on a very few (mostly unattainable) people over the years, but I wouldn't have known what to do with them even if they worked out, and cough my ex was not even one of them. I just kind of assumed I was failing to feel a thing I was totally supposed to feel, there, and quite a lot of that relationship emotionally was me going, "Okay, I care like This, but I think I'm supposed to care like That? I'm pretty sure he cares That way. I'm not sure I do, but I mean, there's really only one way*, so maybe I'm just misreading this and actually I do care like That, I'm just bad at it."

*This was me being very incorrect, it turns out. There's all kinds of ways to love someone. It's a very inadequate and nonspecific word.

When I confessed my feelings (which I'd been sitting on for a year) to my partner, their reaction wasn't to be particularly romantic about it. In fact they told me they'd help me move to California if I wanted to. And after I got over my initial confusion of being kissed on the forehead (which is also not super romantic as a gesture and I couldn't decide how to even read that so I kinda skipped over even trying for a while), I was thinking, Awesome, that is a yes. They have promised to assist me with difficult stuff, and said nothing at all about emotions, because that's not a big deal anyway. The important thing is that I can rely on them and vice versa. Cool. We are basically together forever now. Which ended up being true. I just never moved out and now it's like 13 years later, go figure. But that's not what I think actually passes for reciprocating feelings for most people? Worked great for me though.

Anyway I feel like I have accidentally learned something about myself, lol. I guess romance is okay I guess, like it's not repulsive, but seriously, it's WAY more satisfying to me to guess someone else's Quiplash answer because you know they know you would think it's fucking funny, and you do, and because you think it's funny and you're well aware they know your type of humor and you know theirs and that you wouldn't expect them to use "cum" as an answer because that's not usually how they roll, so of course that is the only answer they can possibly give, which is instantly evident to both of you with no conversation whatsoever on the topic. When you got just one brain cell and it's quantum entangled with their just one brain cell so you have a lot of null discussions where nobody has to say anything but it's fully understood anyway, that's The Dream, if you ask me. And like I don't really think that's romantic by the usual definition. You can have that with friends and family, too. But that is what it turns out I prioritize in relationships, which I'm starting to feel like isn't what the majority of people are here for?

TFW it's hard to tell because I've been assuming I'm totally alloromantic so everything I experience must be typical totally alloromantic stuff too, but I'm starting to think it isn't maybe? But how do I even tell, this is like being colorblind, lmao.

#tfw you based a completely ace/aro relationship system off what ends up just being your normal IRL relationship #my partner read Failure To Compile and just went 'so we're coprocessors right' and I said 'yeah basically'#it was apparently not at all subtle to them and why would it be lmao they basically just Know What I'm Thinking #we have a lot of conversations that are just...*several facial expressions and a glance or two* them: 'no.' me: 'OH COME ON'#and yeah that's The Experience. 'what if an entire subculture's relationships were all like that' well it'd be great that's what #and also evidently immediately recognizable to a bunch of arospec readers #making me have to also question some long held assumptions about myself #well that's cool though. I'm always down to understand me better. and hey what a funny way to do it too #what's the point of writing something and trying to get kinda deep with it if you aren't learning from it really #this just means I'm so successful I even got myself somehow #flawless victory #aromantic #arospec #also yes the Quiplash thing happened for real just last night #I said their answer before it was even revealed and they just assumed I had somehow loaded the stream faster than them #because obviously I know what they put right?#I laughed my ass off tho

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Romantic anxiety (Part 2) - Kaveh

Part 1 here! Gender neutral reader, if you like Kaveh this isn't gonna be a happy second part.

You had been working with Tighnari, a mutual friend of yours and Kaveh, on your social anxiety. You told him you wanted to get over your problems, explaining Kaveh was someone who likes to hold hands in public. Tighnari can empathize with this, knowing Kaveh was quite extravagant. Through the year, he had been there to help you get better with your public speaking, which helped with your confidence.

You finally got to the point you felt like you could hold Kavehs hand in public, to be confident enough to show affections. Tighnari approves, giving you a gift that he knew would be to Kavehs taste. Making your way to his house, you stride with your found confidence.

"Who's that at the door?" Kavehs lover asked, Kaveh rubbing his eyes before making his way to the door. Perhaps a new commission, or maybe it was a friend. Alhaitham never left without his keys, in fact Kaveh had known Alhaitham to 'accidentally' take his set of keys as well as his own.

He opens the door, and he gets a mixed set of emotions.

"_?" Kaveh blanks, trying to figure out what to do.

"Hello, Kaveh. I've built up my confidence in public, and I would like to show you how much I still love you." You smile, holding out the gift.

"Oh...thanks..." Kaveh winces, slowly extending a hand and taking the gift you had. You were about to ask him if something was wrong, but you didn't need to ask about him.

"Babe, come back to bed." You hear a voice yawn, peering around the corner in their nightwear. "It's lonely without you, you know I need a warm body to cuddle up to."

Kaveh let's out an uncomfortable smile, eye twitching.

"Oh...you've moved on..." You back away slowly, the partner furrowing their brows as they watch your actions. "I'm...I'm happy you found someone, Kaveh. I am."

You weren't. You knew you were selfish to expect him to just wait for you to stop being so nervous with him. You should have left out the part of the letter where you told him you'd be okay with him moving on while you were working on yourself.

You run away, back to your friend, and Kaveh sighs before closing the door.

Tighnari heard your footsteps running up to his house, and the sniffling he heard didn't reassure him in any way. Turning around, you had returned without the gift.

"He moved on..." You wince, closing your eyes. "I took too long to get on top of my confidence issues, and I saw his partner."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Tighnari replies, unsure what to say.

"His partners better than me. They're more attractive, theyre-"

"Stop comparing yourself to them." Tighnari huffs, grasping you by the shoulders as he sits you down. "He's moved on, and it must have been very recent. I honestly thought he wasn't taken - I wouldn't have sent you with that gift I crafted if I knew." Tighnari reassures you. "You'll move on. I know, it sounds impossible, but you will. It'll take time."

"...You're right, thank you." You nod, wiping away a stray tear.

"Who was that?" Kavehs partner asks, Kaveh snuggling up with them once again. "Someone who had feelings?"

"That was my ex." Kaveh admits, staring at the ceiling.

"Oh, I see! They tried to win you back after realising they lost the best man in Teyvat." They sigh out, their head resting on his chest.

Kaveh doesn't dignify that with a response. He knew you were trying your best to become the best you, but he didn't give you the time to gain confidence. He remembered the nights when you showed him all the affection you could to make up for not expressing it out in public. He had moved on, a recent crush developing into an unofficial relationship, and you had no doubt been hopeful he was available.

#gender neutral reader #genshin impact imagines #angst #tighnari #kaveh #kaveh x reader #kaveh x gender neutral reader

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edvinroyals · 1 year

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Hey! Could you recommend some good Wilmon fanfics that are both romantic and a little smutty, please? Thanks in advance!

Hey, of course, if there is one thing I love its recommending fic! - here are some of my all time favourites that hopefully fit what you are looking for!

hej (honey), kan vi snacka? - Series by disruptedthesky.

Simon knows Swedish is his second language, but he's pretty certain 'Kan vi snacka?' roughly translates to 'Can we chat?' And does not, as Wilhelm would have him believe, actually mean 'Can you follow me into this empty classroom?' or 'Can you follow the traced line of my tongue down your body?' or 'Can you follow me, right over the edge? Can you do that for me, baby?'

(Wilhelm is Simon's honey. Simon is Wilhelm's everything.)

Ex - By stretchoutandwait.

Sweden has become a republic and ex-Prince Wilhelm is out of a job and trying to find some direction in his life. A holiday with his old school friends might be just what he needs to set him on the right path. And if one of those friends turns out to be the boy on whom he used to harbour an unrequited crush, so much the better.

Summer of Love - by embracedthevoid

Family and tradition are the two most essential things Wilhelm must uphold in his adult life, which he takes very seriously. When he was younger, however... not so much.

Through flashes to the past, follow the story of Simon and Wilhelm's summer of love as they reconnect years later, having moved on with their lives despite always wondering what could have been. For the second time in Wilhelm's life, his duty and burden to uphold a legacy are challenged when matched against love, and what is meant to be.

The Boy and the Bartender - by Spidaya.

Simon is a bartender at a local bar with a sunny smile and confident attitude that hide the darker side of his life he wishes to keep hidden. Wilhelm, the prince of Sweden, is a lonely boy with too much love to give and not getting much love in return.

After they meet at a bar in not the most Prince-Charming way, their hearts are forever intertwined with each other, but not before going through the hurt, trials, and love that come with both of their lives.

This is Everything - WIP - by paspeurpasseul.

Wilhelm is twelve years old the very first time he lays eyes on Simon Erikkson and his world is flipped completely upside down.

And this is it. The feeling Wille has been searching for his whole life: a feeling of newness, passion, and friendship like he’s never felt before.

This is it.

This is everything.

Until it isn’t.

Or: a childhood friends au nobody asked for where Simon makes Wille question everything. But their love is just as strong.

That's What I Really Want - by yr_bb.

“How do you want to do this?” Simon asked. “I know you need someone to go to this fundraiser... I need someone to come with me to my parents’ anniversary party... I’d like to propose that we pretend that this—” Wilhelm gestured between them, “is a thing until at least then.” They sipped their coffees in silence for a moment. Simon hoped he was imagining the tension.

Inspired by 'Boyfriend Material' by Alexis Hall, with characters from Young Royals. A classic slow burn fake boyfriends story with plenty of soft boys, angst and fluff.

how long i've loved you - Series - by waitingstar

He tells himself he’s not searching for a head of floppy golden hair and sighs as he turns back to the bar. And, naturally, because Simon’s life is one big cosmic joke, that’s where he comes face to face with his ex-boyfriend/ex-lover/ex-undefined-partner-in-a-tragic-love-story/the Crown Prince of motherfucking Sweden. ~ Simon attends his ten-year reunion at Hillerska. That means it’s been ten years since he and Wilhelm have spoken, but it’s going to be fine. Absolutely, totally, completely fine.

this is the golden age of something good and right and real (Painter AU) - by paintersong

(this series is quite possibly the most beautiful body of work I have ever encountered)

He painted and painted and painted and Wille held him and watched, shared Simon’s perspective, watched the whole thing happen, and Simon felt like a fucking miracle worker, creating a world in front of both of their eyes, a world of color and light, saturated with gratitude and love and affection, a documentation of Simon’s search for joy, his desire to grasp onto it, cling onto it, make it permanent.

#fic #fanfic #young royals #young royals fic #young royals fic rec #anon

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jae-bummer · 1 year

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PROMPT LIST: CLOSED

*blows the dust from the keyboard and cracks knuckles*

Hello friends, fancy seeing you here!

It's been about three years since I last was active in writing on Tumblr, and I'm excited to say...I want to give it a shot again! I hope you all haven't forgotten me and are ready to see a bit of new content headed your way. I'm sad knowing I've likely lost plenty of folks who have moved on from my blog (or kpop in general), but I am so happy to meet all of you who have decided to follow during my break!!

Now let's start this thing off right...WITH A PROMPT LIST!

Half of these prompts are quotes, while the other half are situational. I hope there's a little something for everyone :) Quote prompts will somehow incorporate in the storyline and situational prompts, of course, will be the general, loose plot of the story.

Note: You can submit whatever request you want! It doesn’t have to be one of the prompts listed! This list just makes it easy and fun to see something you want to read.

Second Note: Don’t be afraid to talk to me! I love hearing your input or just geeking out on our favorite members! Reblogs with comments and sweet messages make my heart all fluttery!

Third Note: The groups I write for are: BTS, Got7, Seventeen, Monsta X, AOMG, and Stray Kids!

The Prompts:

"Want to help egg my ex's house?"

2. "Get in the fucking blanket fort."

3. "Tell me to leave and I'll never bother you again."

4. "You look good in my clothes."

5. "Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?"

6. "If you do that one more time, I don't think I'll be able to control myself."

7. "Doesn't matter what happens...if you call me, I will always answer."

8."My job is to teach. That's all."

9. "I don't want them. I want you."

10. "You haven't changed at all."

11. Your bias makes every excuse he can think of to hold your hand.

12. Your bias needs a fake partner for a family event. Are you up for the task?

13.While on tour with your bias as a staff member, somehow the two of you end up sharing the same hotel room.

14. Soulmate AU (Requester's choice)

15. You hurt yourself and your bias is in the hospital bed adjacent.

16. You find a journal belonging to your bias.

17. Two mini fics in one: The first time you see your bias. The last time you see your bias (guaranteed heart break ahead)

18. Your bias gets drunk, and you have to handle their mess.

19. You or Your bias get injured, and one has to clean the other up.

20. Somehow you and your bias were moved into the same apartment.

Thanks all and happy requesting! :)

#kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop request #kpop scenarios #kpop angst #kpop fluff #monstax #bts #stray kids #got7 #seventeen #svt #skz #aomg #jay park

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bingbongsupremacy · 4 months

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Heart Breaker AU

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Summary: No matter what you do, Jonathan Byers will never be in love with you. Not the way he is with Nancy anyways.

*Not Proof Read*

I don't believe I mention anything gender specific. If I did, please let me know and I can fix it.

ABC List Stranger Things Masterlist

*****

I've seen the way he looks at her.

Those adoring brown eyes. His expression fully attentive to every word she says, like her words have him stuck in a trance.

I didn't notice at first. I was so head over heels and happy that the guy I'd had a crush on for years actually returned my feelings.

Slowly I started to see things. The way he'd always walk her to her car when she'd leave, insisting he was just making sure she made it ok. The way he'd always seek her out in crowds.

It hurt, it really did.

Was I not enough? What was the point of even asking me out if he's still in love with Nancy? Was I just a rebound, someone he didn't mind hurting until he was able to get back to who he truly wanted to be with?

I've tried denying the thoughts. No, he has to like me to some degree, right? I mean, we spend every weekend together. He's brought me gifts and showered me in compliments. I've even met his family.

He has to like me.

" -Earth to y/n. "

A hand waves in front of my face, drawing me out of my thoughts.

" What? " I ask, looking up at the owner.

Robin rolls her eyes. " You definitely didn't hear what I just said. "

I give her a small apologetic smile. " I'm sorry, let's try again. Just tell me again. "

Robin shakes her head, leaning back against her couch. " Forget it, it's fine. What's up with you lately? You look...sad. "

" I don't know. " I let out a sigh. " It's just stuff with Jonathan I guess. " I take a small sip of the now lukewarm beer in my hands.

" What stuff? What'd he do? " She asks curiously.

I shrug. " I've just been noticing stuff with him lately and...I don't know what to think about it. "

Robin's eyebrows furrow slightly in confusion. " Like what? "

" He's always looking at Nancy. Like, every time we're together, she's all that his attention is on. " Frustration bubbles up in my chest. Just for once, I'd like him to look at me the way he does with Nancy.

Robin sits up slightly, her elbows on her knees. " And..? They're exes. He's probably not over her yet. "

My face scrunches up slightly and I look up at her. " But we're dating, Robin. The problem is that he's giving his ex goo goo eyes while at the same time spending every night at my place. "

Robin's eyes widen. " You guys are dating? Since when? "

What the fuck?

" Since like a year ago? How did you not know? "

" I mean, you guys don't really do anything...coupley. I thought you guys were close friends. I don't think anyone else knows you're dating either. " Robin explains.

She has a point. The most we've done around other people is give brief hugs when one of us has to leave early. " We just don't like PDA. "

To be honest, we've never really discussed it. I just noticed how tense he got in public whenever I tried to hold his hand and stopped trying. Not everyone likes physical touch.

" Yeah I understand not wanting to be one of those couples, " Robin's eyes meet mine. " But you guys don't even hold hands or I don't know, kiss each other on the cheek. You do nothing to show you guys are more than friends. "

I'm silent. She's right, we don't even have pet names for each other.

" I met his family. " I say hopefully. " His mom likes me. "

" Did he introduce you as his partner? " Robin asks.

He did not.

" No. " I answer quietly.

Robin doesn't speak for a moment.

" Look, " Robin says softly. " coming from a friend who doesn't want to see you hurt, a friend who loves you...in my opinion, he's still in love with Nancy. I think you might just be a rebound. " She says slowly, watching my face. " I don't know for sure, and you can totally just tell me to shut the fuck up but...he doesn't talk about you, he didn't tell his family you guys were dating, he doesn't show any sort of affection for you whenever other people around, and he's frankly showing more interest in Nancy than he is you. Those aren't good signs. They're quite literally all huge red flags. "

She's right.

And I hate it.

The door bell rings and our conversation is cut short. Robin sends me a sympathetic look before heading over to the front door. A smile makes it's way onto her face as she reveals the people waiting outside. " Hey guys! "

Nancy, Steve and Jonathan make their way into the house, all saying a polite hello.

At the sight of Jonathan, my stomach begins to tumble in regret and frustration. All I want to do is pull him aside and ask what the fuck is going on with our relationship. Are we anything other than friends with benefits?

Is our whole relationship screwed?

It isn't all bad. When Nancy's not around, we do have some good times. We watch movies and talk.

Those could just be friendly things. I don't remember the last time we talked about the future-our future together, or anything truly personal. Relationship type things.

" Hey, Y/N. " Jonathan greets, sitting down on the couch across from me.

I give him a small smile. " Hey. "

As much as I want to talk about this with him, it isn't a good time. We're around our friends. I need to at least pretend to be okay until we go home. Maybe then I can get some answers.

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This is harder than expected.

At this point, I don't even know if he knows what he's doing. It's like a second nature. He turns his undivided attention to Nancy.

Halfway through the night, everyone starts to get hungry.

" I'll get it. " Nancy offers, standing up from the couch.

Jonathan follows her. " I'll go with you. " He offers.

Robin glances at me.

Anger bubbles into my chest. An anger I've tried suppressing so hard all night.

" Hey, Jonathan could I talk to you for a minute? " I ask as calmly as possible. I gesture to the hallway.

Jonathan's eyebrows furrow in confusion. " Uh, sure. "

Jonathan follows me out into the hall.

" What's up? " He asks. Although he sounds patient, I can tell how clearly he wants to go back into the other room.

" I don't think you should to with Nancy. " I state.

" Why not? " Jonathan crosses his arms, obviously still confused.

" Because I don't want you to. " I say, getting a little more frustrated. Can he now see how weird it is for him to be alone with his ex, especially one he's not over?

Jonathan rolls his eyes. " It's not that big of a deal, Y/N. It's fucking pizza. " Frustration is laced in his voice.

I shake my head, anger along with other emotions beginning to pour out. " It's not just getting pizza, Jonathan, and you know it. "

Jonathan shakes his head, laughing slightly in frustration. " You're being jealous. Calm down. "

" Fuck you, Jonathan. " My voice raises. " You're in love with her. You're in love with fucking Nancy Wheeler and I don't even know if you fucking realize it. All you do when you're with her is look at her. You're the first to offer to go with her when she needs to get something. You walk her to her car, you get her drinks. When was the last time you did that for me? Your family doesn't even know we're dating! No one does. You show no affection to me. " I begin to pace around. " I bet if Nancy asked you to fucking sell your soul, you'd do it just to please her. " I spit. " I'm your partner! Me! And you don't even treat me like I am. "

At this point I don't care that the other room has fallen silent as they listen in our conversation.

" You're making a big deal out of nothing, Y/N. " Jonathan sighs.

I narrow my eyes at the man. " Nothing? Do you even love me, Jonathan? " My eyes begin to sting.

Jonathan is quiet.

Deep down I knew something was up. He didn't even try to deny it.

" Fuck you Jonathan Byers. " I say through tears. " We're done. Whatever the fuck this is- was, " I point to the two of us. " is over. "

Jonathan's finally responds, his voice following me as I walk out of the hall. " I'm sorry. I-Y/N, let's just talk about this. Please! " He says desperately. " I'm an asshole- "

" Oh so now you're self aware. " I spit, snatching my coat from the couch. " Little too late. "

" Let me drive you home. " Jonathan offers.

That mother fucker really thinks I want to get into a car with him.

" Fuck no. " I blow past Nancy and Steve who both look shocked. " Sorry for ruining your game night, Rob. I'll call you tomorrow. " I have no idea how I'm getting home. All I know is it won't be Jonathan who takes me.

" Y/N-" Jonathan is cut off by Steve.

" I'll take Y/N home. " He pulls out his car keys. " You've done enough tonight. "

I don't bother to look back at the three of them as I storm out of the house. My rage simmers down slightly when cold drops of rain begin to pour down on me.

I don't look at Steve as he unlocks his car. I take a seat inside his car.

The only noise is the sound of rain hitting against the car. Steve turns off his radio, allowing us to just sit in silence.

" Thank you. " I mutter, embarrassment starting to sink in. I just had a screaming match with my ex in front of all my friends.

Steve sends me a soft smile. " Of course. I didn't want you getting sick. "

His kindness is sickening. Why the fuck couldn't Jonathan be like that?

" I'm so stupid. "

" You're not. You were in love. " Steve replies quietly. " You ignore things when you're in love. "

I don't respond.

Steve pulls into my driveway. He turns off the car, sinking us into darkness. " When I was dating Nancy, she started seeing Jonathan. At first I didn't really know what was going on. I mean, she was staying at work later but I figured she was just working late. I should've seen the signs. Everything was right there on the table. Unexplained gifts, staying out late, more dressing up... I just liked her so much that I pushed it all away. "

" How did you find out? "

" She eventually told me. I guess guilt got to her. " Steve shrugs. " It sucked. I mean, I'd been with her since high school and suddenly everything is changed. "

I look over at Steve. His eyes are pointed straight ahead. Somehow he's calm.

" How are you able to be in the same room as her? Aren't you pissed? How can you stand to be around Jonathan? "

Steve looks over at me. " I realized that Nancy and I weren't meant to be together. No use harboring hate over the past. It never would have worked out between us anyways. We both wanted different things in life. I want kids, she didn't. I still like her as a friend. I'd never date her again, but I will hang out with her. "

I don't think Steve and I have ever talked like this before. This deep. We only really met a year or two ago when Robin hosted our first game night. When he and Nancy broke up, it shook things up a big but eventually we all started hanging out again.

" Thank you again, Steve. "

Steve turns to look at me. " Yeah. Anytime, Y/N. I'm always there if you need a ride. "

I might have closed the door on Jonathan, but I think a new one with Steve might've been opened.

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Not a fan of this one guys. Idk what I was doing.

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