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thepunkmuppet · 6 months

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the possible future of the hatchetfield series: hatchetfield halloween party livestream full rundown

again apologies if someone has already done something like this, but I’m procrastinating doing my coursework and just want to talk about hatchetfield I want everyone to be aware of this exciting stuff that was announced in the stream so here you go:

the next starkid musical to be released will not be in the hatchetfield universe.

the guy who didn’t like musicals will soon be ready to license.

nightmare time 3 was originally planned to be released in the same year as nightmare time 2 and will wrap up the overarching nightmare time stories (which seem to be miss holloway and the foster sisters respectively).

if they did a fourth hatchetfield musical, it would be about miss holloway and her backstory. it is already written. I am very very extremely normal about this fact 😃

there is a possibility of a hatchetfield movie, and workin’ boys was sort of a test for this concept. it would be a slasher murder mystery centering around the hatchetfield community players (zoey chambers and the cast of workin’ girls, possibly also with ruth, hidgens, alice and any other theatre-oriented characters but that part’s just my speculation). the transcription of the teaser description can be found below the nmt descriptions.

ok so here are the transcriptions of the nmt3 episode descriptions:

Story #1: Bottle Imps

Bill Woodward has been chosen to test CCRP’s latest and greatest product; Bottle Imps. These reality-bending buddies will bring their owner the one thing they desire most. When his new imp, Lovely, leads him to his soulmate, Bill decides to use his magical companion to play matchmaker. But to help Charlotte find the man of her dreams, Bill will have to bend the Imp’s rules. Rules he’s been warned, must never be broken…

Story #2: Frankenruth

Desperate to see a naked body, Ruth Fleming and Richie Lipschitz volunteer at the morgue of St. Damien’s Hospital. Their terrible plan becomes exponentially more terrible, when they become unwitting subjects in the experiments of the body-snatching madman, Doctor Laszlo, who claims to have conquered death itself. If Hatchetfield thought Ruth was bad before, then they will cower before the unspeakable horror of… Frankenruth!

Story #3: Becky Barnes Climbed a Tree

Becky Barnes is on top of the world! Not in a literal sense, of course. She’s deathly afraid of heights. After years of struggle, Becky’s life is finally everything she dreamed it would be. She’s engaged to her high school sweetheart, Tom Houston, and the two have a surprise baby on the way! But, as the couple prepare for the arrival of baby Marie, a shadow from Becky’s past returns to haunt them.

Story #4: Devil’s Night

Tim Houston has a crush. Unfortunately, it’s on his older, mature and totally cool babysitter, Grace Chasity, who he fears will never see him as anything but a snot-nosed little kid. But when a devilish maniac with murderous designs on Grace attacks Hatchetfield the night before Halloween, Tim must protect his beloved, or join the killer’s growing body count. It’s another slashing adventure on the night HE came home… Devil’s Night.

Story #5: (long special episode) Miss Holloween

It’s Halloween in Hatchetfield once again, and Miss Holloway is celebrating the same way she’s done for decades, staving off the horrors that go bump in the night. But when Duke gives her an invitation to his wedding, the dejected Miss Holloway begins to chafe under the terms of a contract forged many years ago. She strikes a new bargain, but unfortunately her creditors are known for their tricks, not treats. Just as Miss Holloway gives up her powers in exchange for a mortal life, a monstrous new threat rears its ugly head. As All Hallows Eve descends, and all Hell breaks loose, Miss Holloway must save the town or die trying… for real this time.

Story #6: (long special episode / season finale) Orb Weaver

Lex Foster had a life once. A home. A boyfriend. Now there is only the road, and her sister, and the fear of the men who are hunting them. As Hannah Foster watched Lex sink deeper into despair, she is certain of only three things: Webby is gone. She cannot help them. They are alone. Elsewhere, an old soldier awakens from a catatonic state. Returned from some unimaginable Hell with a mission. He knows that somewhere, two magical girls require immediate evac… then maybe some coffee.

very important: if you want nightmare time 3, WATCH NIGHTMARE TIME 2. BUY A TICKET TO THE LIVESTREAM. SHOW THAT THERE IS LOVE AND DEMAND AND IT’S WORTH THEIR TIME AND MONEY I AM BEGGING YOU

hatchetfield movie: Cast Party Massacre

The Hatchetfield Community Players. You will never find a cattier troupe of two-faced thespians. But when the blood begins to flow at their latest show’s cast party, they must consider: is there a secret murderer in their midst? And more importantly, who amongst them is a good enough actor to pull off such a performance? Can they set aside their petty squabbles and tangled romances, or is it curtains for this ensemble? Who will survive… the Cast Party Massacre!

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last-boy-03 · 6 months

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Grace dressed as an angel (obviously) and no one could convince her to be anything else.

Max dressed as a football star of some kind (idk sports-) before Steph convinced him to make it a zombie football star.

Steph dresses as Morticia Addams and forced Pete to go as Gomez so they could match! (my friend and his boyfriend are doing this and i thought it was really cute!)

Ruth wanted to go as Black Widow but changed last minute to Rocky Horror Picture Show, Frank-N-Furter. (“He’s sexy! Let me be sexy!”)

Richie goes all out and did everyones makeup. While they were expecting an anime costume of some sort, he comes out in a full HTTYD Hiccup costume. (“YOU HAVE THE BUILT IN WINGS TOO!” “Yeah. :]”)

They all go trick or treating and have the greatest time, and nothing bad happened ever.

#nerdy prudes must die #starkid #npmd #richie lipschitz #starkid npmd #grace chasity #max jagerman #npmd spoilers #ruth fleming #stephanie lauter #pete spankoffski #halloween

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iseehersmile · 25 days

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I think that radical feminists have issue seeing the worth of witchcraft, dianic witchcraft and female-centred witchcraft because they do not know much about it. The reason it drew me in was because of rituals and symbols. There are a few radfems I have seen who understand that the lack of positive symbols in religion have a negative effect of women everywhere. Men have the cross, women have the apple. That sort of thing. However female-centred witchcraft seeks to change that and instead have positive symbols and rituals that explore aspects of things unique in women! Such as our life experiences and our bodies.

These are some extracts of Ruth Barrett’s Women’s Rites, Women’s Mysteries, which is a book on Dianic Witchcraft. Now before I share I want to preface that spirituality simply isn’t for everyone. I’m not advocating to convert you. I am merely sharing in the hopes you will see WHY some radfems choose to explore the Dianic spirituality, or even just female centred witchcraft that tends to follow a variation of the same thought process.

I think upon reading these, it is difficult to not see the worth of witchcraft that some of us see.

#radical feminism #radblr #radical feminist safe #radical feminist community #radical feminists do touch #radical feminists do interact #radical feminist #dianic witchcraft #dianic wicca

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wanderingelvis · 8 months

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can i request a sort of innocent reader goes to graceland for the first time to meet elvis and she's all shy and nervous and elvis ends up being really sweet to her? maybe she gets scared or something from a thunderstorm or something like that? love ur writing btw!

this is a LONG one, buckle up guys!!

🧚 Masterlist 🧚

Word count: 4,568

Pairings: Early 60s!Elvis x Innocent!F!Reader

You were nervous to meet Elvis Presley. You were a friend of Jerry's little sister, so when she invited you to meet the King of Rock n' Roll himself, you couldn't quite believe what you were hearing.

"Oh he's real sweet Y/N, so kind, you're gonna just love him, I know it." Ruth said as you drove up to Graceland in a car that Jerry, and by default, Elvis had sent for the two of you. "But he's a very busy man see, he won't hang around for long." She informed you and you nodded, taking in what she was saying.

Ruth was a much bigger character than you, socially she would command attention and that's what she liked about having you as a friend, you were a little wallflower who was more than happy to be in her shadow.

You turned to the more confident girl in the opposite seat. "Are you sure he don't mind us stayin' the night? I mean, I know he loves you but I'm just a stranger." You asked tentatively.

"Oh be serious Y/N! 'Course he won't mind! Besides, he's probably not gon' even notice you I bet! Might think ya one of the staff!" Ruth giggled playfully, sometimes you felt that her words might be laced with malice but you'd brush it off, silently telling yourself that Ruth surely couldn't be like that. Surely.

When the driver parked up outside of Graceland, Jerry and Sonny came to greet the two of you as you gazed at the surroundings. Now, you'd never exactly struggled for money growing up but you'd certainly never, ever seen wealth like this.

You'd met Jerry a few times but never Sonny, however they were both lovely, with Sonny insisting on taking your bag for you as they took you into the mansion and passed the bags on to the maids in the house who presumably took them to the rooms you'd be staying in.

"Elvis! We're here!" Ruth hollered, running up to the figure that emerged from the kitchen as you lingered behind.

You gasped a little, catching the mans attention in the process, as you realised that you were in the presence of one of the greatest performers of all time. Your sweet excitement made Elvis smirk - he'd always enjoyed the effect he had on women although, if he had to admit it, he preferred women that were more reserved and shy. There was no shortage of women throwing themselves at Elvis and he missed the excitement of trying to win a girl over and he knew instantly when a girl was shy, and he knew instantly that shyness consumed you.

"Hey there, honey," Elvis said in that low Southern voice, walking up to you and closing the space between the two of you.

"H-Hi." You stuttered, instantly embarrassed that you couldn't get even one word out without letting your nerves get the better of you.

Naturally you wouldn't admit this to Elvis, in fact, you hadn't even told Ruth, but you'd been practising in the mirror for the past week what you were you were going to say if you did in fact meet Elvis.

"Oh Mr Presley, you have such a lovely home, thank you for inviting me. My names Y/N, pleased to meet you."

"Ruth's told me so many kind things about you Mr Presley."

"I'm very grateful that you're letting me stay, it's very kind of you Mister." But all of those practises seemed to vanish from your mind as the King of Rock n Roll himself towered over you and you mentally kicked yourself for only managing to muster up a measly 'Hi' and you couldn't even get that right.

"You gotta name honey?" Elvis smirked slightly.

"Oh um, yes, yes I do!" You smiled, getting all sweet and flustered in front of the big man who raised his eyebrow after you stopped speaking. "Oh!" You gasped, realising you hadn't even told him what your name was. "My names Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N."

Elvis nodded, he was already fond of you. He'd known Ruth for years and whilst he wouldn't ever say it out loud, he found her a tad annoying, so when she'd asked Jerry to ask Elvis if her best friend to come to Graceland with her, Elvis was expecting someone with a similar personality, he was not expecting what was standing shyly in front of him.

"Why don't we give you girls a tour, huh? You can see where yous are sleepin' and where everythin' is?" Elvis suggested and you were a little surprised at how welcoming he was and in all honesty, you felt bad for even thinking he would be too busy make an effort with the two of you.

Ruth let out a little giggle, batting Elvis' arm, "I know my way round Elvis! It's like ma second home, silly!" She laughed, but you noticed Elvis didn't exactly seem to reciprocate, just offering Ruth a small smile of acknowledgement.

"Well, your lil' friend ain't been here before," Elvis said shortly before turning his gaze to you, making you blush and try to look anywhere but at the most famous man in the world. All of a sudden, your battered sneakers were starting to seem real interesting to look at. "Wouldn't want her to feel forgotten now, would we?" Elvis said lowly staring right at you, making you gulp nervously at the intensity that shrouded him, before he gestured for everyone to follow him, presumably to start the tour.

Now, you knew that Graceland was going to be big, but you didn't imagine it would be this big. As Elvis and Jerry escorted you and Ruth around, you couldn't help but become a little overwhelmed at how many rooms there were.

It was a lot to take in, leading to you staying as quiet as a mouse, admiring lots of the furnishings and pretty decorations whilst Ruth talked Elvis' ear off, telling him all about how she'd recently seen Roy Orbison perform and how his show was nothing compared to Elvis's. You were too preoccupied by gazing around the hallways and lavish rooms of Graceland to notice that as Elvis placated Ruth with curt hums and nods, he kept looking back and watching you.

He thought you were an odd little thing, you appeared to be incredibly curious and wide-eyed whilst simultaneously jumping out of your skin any time anyone would make a noise that was even the slightest bit louder than a normal speaking volume.

You weren't even sure how many rooms you'd been shown before you all finally landed on the room that was to be the one that you'd be staying in. Elvis opened the door for you, placing his large hand on the small of your back, making you jump a little at the touch - something only Elvis noticed as you looked up at him with big eyes, offering him a sweet smile and blushing slightly with embarrassment at flinching at his touch before you turned to look at your room.

It was gorgeous, oh Lord, if only your Mommy could see this room, you thought to yourself. It had everything and overlooked the stables. Your eyes scanned the room with awe before they grew wider, setting on your all too familiar stuffed bunny, Hopper, placed on the bed by the pillows, on full display for everyone to see - presumably placed there by one of the maids.

"Is that... a stuffed bunny?" Ruth said, covering her mouth as she snickered at you, delighting in the embarrassment and the flustered panic you were experiencing.

You scampered over as the group of Elvis, Jerry and Ruth watched you scramble to grab your bunny and throw it under the bedding to hide it. Elvis smirked a little, watching your pathetic albeit adorable attempt at making everyone believe that the little stuffed bunny on the bed wasn't yours.

"No, no I don't know w-what that is!" You stuttered, your back facing the others that were stood in the doorway.

It wasn't that you were ashamed of having your bunny, you just worried that Ruth might make it a bigger deal than it really was.

"Sure, Y/N..." Ruth giggled. "It's cute that you need a teddy!" Ruth said, despite no truth being laced in her voice.

"Ruth, that's enough." Jerry said quietly, realising that Ruth was delighting in belittling you.

"I'm sorry!" Ruth chuckled, throwing her hands in the air in mock defence. "I was just sayin', it's cute s'all, classic Y/N."

Your cheeks turned a violent shade of pink as you stood there, now facing Elvis, Jerry and Ruth, your soft pink lips parting to try and say something that would help the sticky situation you were in, but no words were coming out.

Fortunately, a thick Southern voice started talking instead, your eyes fluttering up to be met with Elvis'. "I think we should show you girls the stables and see them horses, how's about it hm?" Elvis said, mainly to you, clearly saving you from having to say anything more.

You nodded tentatively, your chest rising and falling with anxiety. Elvis gestured with his big ring-covered hand for you to follow as Jerry and Ruth made a head start. You walked towards him in the doorway as he held the door open for you like a gentleman, letting you go past him and sending you a wink to ease your nerves.

Elvis continued his tour of Graceland by showing you the stables and all of the beautiful horses that filled them. The embarrassment you'd felt from the bedroom incident meant that you stayed lingering behind everyone else, quietly taking it all in and only speaking when spoken to.

You just felt so silly. You didn't want Elvis to feel like he'd invited some silly little kid into his home, you just wanted the ground to swallow you up.

Once the tour was over, you, Elvis, Ruth and Jerry all joined a few other members for dinner with Sonny instructing you to sit at the right hand of side of Elvis.

"That can't be right Sonny! You know what Elvis is like, he gets real funny about who sits next to him, he wouldn't pick Y/N, he don't even know her!" Ruth retorted in front of everyone except Elvis who had yet to appear for dinner.

"Actually hon, EP requested it directly." Sonny said bluntly, nodding at you to sit down in the chair. Both you and Ruth had a very confused expression on your faces, there had been times when Ruth was little where Elvis had let her sit in that seat but usually it was reserved for whichever girlfriend he had at the time or his right-hand man, Jerry.

You complied and sat down, keeping your gaze focused on the silverware as you felt multiple people staring at you from around the table and daggers being shot your way by Ruth, all until Elvis finally arrived, alleviating the tension.

Dinner proceeded with Sonny and Billy telling Elvis all about Nancy Sinatra's show that they'd just seen as well as Jerry chatting about the new RV he'd acquired for their next trip down to Las Vegas. You listened politely, fascinated by the world that currently surrounded you, all this excitement and oppulence. You couldn't wait to go home and tell your Mommy all about everything that was happening to you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a voice at your side.

"Say, tell me darlin', what are ya studyin'?" Elvis asked as he sat at the head of the table, with you by his side.

"Oh," You said, your eyes widening at the attention from all around the table suddenly turning to you. "I um, well, truth be told, I was studyin' History and even though it really is interestin' and all, I dropped out to take art classes instead, I like doin' art a lot more." You said fidgeting with your hands as you spoke, making Elvis realise that there was no way that your nerves were going to go away, not any time soon at least.

"Y/N does her own drawings and stuff." Ruth chimed in, interrupting you and making Elvis' attention turn to her.

"Oh?" Elvis said, partially to you, partially to Ruth.

"She does these lil' cartoons and doodles, don't ya Y/N? They're great for little kids I think, they're that kinda level, like a starter drawing that you could teach a kid!" Ruth said and you furrowed your brow a little. Sure, you didn't think that you were the best artist in the world but your work wasn't just 'doodles', you'd spent a lot of time on learning how to draw well.

"Well, I'll have t'get you t'draw a picture of me sometime soon in that case." Elvis proposed to you with a smile.

You opened your lips to reply, before Ruth got there first. "Oh Y/N wouldn't be able to do that just yet, unless ya want a goofy lookin' picture I suppose!" She giggled, her words cutting through you. "But maybe you'll get there Y/N! It's good that you're takin' classes and all ain't it? Maybe one day someone might think you're an actual artist!" Ruth said to you from across the table making you furrow your brow at the backhanded compliment. "I've been tellin' Y/N that she should come to Boston with me for my studies, said it would be good for her to get outta Memphis but she refuses to go on a plane! Says it gives her the spooks!" Ruth laughed, embarrassing you further as you knew that the man to your right owned his own plane. "But I'm still goin', got big plans see, I've got three different classes I'm gonna take..." Ruth said, chatting away about all her studies and her big plans, dominating the conversation.

As Ruth rattled on about all sorts, you felt your appetite become lost as you stared at the plate in front of you, trying not to let Ruth's words get to you.

It was then that a large hand rested unexpectedly on your exposed thigh, causing a soft, quiet gasp to leave your lips, too quiet for anyone but Elvis to notice. You glanced up at the man who sent you a comforting wink and squeezed your thigh with his big hands, the numerous large, cold rings, nipping at your flesh.

You shot the man a slight smile, appreciating the comfort. You'd always felt invisible when you were stood by Ruth. Everyone adored her and loved that her brother worked for Elvis and you, well, you were just you. Normally, you didn't really mind feeling invisible, you really didn't, but for some reason, Ruth had seemed to make it her mission to make you feel even more invisible than usual whist also exposing all of your biggest insecurities. But as you held eye contact with Elvis, you didn't feel as invisible, not in this moment at least.

Elvis offered you a reassuring nod, before turning his attention to Ruth to appear to seem engaged in whatever she was harping on about, all the while, keeping his hand firmly placed on your though, his thumb rubbing the smooth skin up and down slowly, his silent and secret attempt to comfort you.

The rest of dinner went by quickly, followed by games in the Jungle room that you insisted on just watching, knowing you weren't very good at playing pool and wanting to avoid making a fool of yourself.

But once you began to yawn every thirty seconds, you knew it was your bedtime, excusing yourself and bidding everyone goodnight, waving at them as you left, smiling at Elvis in particular who you'd decided was the nicest of all of the men.

By the time you were in your bed, you were exhausted from the events of the day, emotionally drained and ready for some sleep, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

Now, you'd never been very good with the dark, it scared you enough that your mother let you have a night light permanently, even if the bulbs for it were expensive. However, there were no night lights to be found in your room, making you clutch Hopper, your bunny as tightly as possible as you began to feel the nerves bubble up inside your small body. And just to add to your stress, the storm that had begun outside was becoming unbearably loud, with the wind and rain making you jump and begin to cry. The final straw, after hours of trying to be brave and try and possibly remain calm, despite failing miserably, was the wind rattling the stable doors, causing them to bang repeatedly. Even though it was just that, the stable doors, poor little you didn't realise and the banging noises made you jump out of bed in tears, desperate for your Mommy.

Grabbing onto Hopper and trying to routinely wipe away the tears and the snot that was coming from you, you decided to find the telephone you'd seen Jerry use earlier to call your mother, desperate for her familiar warmth and reassurance that she'd given you before in situations like these.

You softly padded out of your room, trembling as you tried to work out which way to go, the long, dark hallway confusing and scaring you. As you wandered about the house, you felt yourself getting all worked up all over again as you realised you'd gotten lost in the big, dark mansion. You let out soft cries and sniffles as you tried to find any room that you recognised until you finally came to a staircase where you could see some light coming from below it.

As you walked towards it, trying to muffle and stop your tears, you realised it was Elvis, reading through various papers on a huge couch in front of a burning fireplace.

Relief washed over you as you realised you'd finally found someone who could help you as your sniffles caught Elvis' attention who turned to you as you reached the bottom of the staircase, your figure now standing in front of him, dressed in nothing but your little, cotton night dress and your bunny in your hands.

"I g-got lost and um, I just, I just wanna call my M-Mommy." You whispered, trying not to let your voice crack after you'd already let a few tears fall down your flushed, pink cheeks.

Elvis was taken aback at the state of you, he knew you were a quiet, shy, nervous little thing but at this moment you'd seemed to regress a little in your behaviour, clutching the bunny that earlier, you'd been so desperate to hide.

Elvis walked over to you with concern in his face, crouching in front of you as you stood in front of him, rubbing away tears with a balled up fist and holding your bunny, Hopper to your chest with your other hand.

"Oh darlin', did somethin' happen? What's wrong hm? We can give yer Mommy a call, it's okay, it's gon' be okay, little one." Elvis soothed in a calming tone as you nodded with a couple of adorable hiccups escaping your small body.

"It was all rainin' and windy and loud and everythin' was dark and I'm scared of the dark and then I kept hearin' banging noises from outside my window and I got scared and I tried to find a telephone but I got lost and didn't know where to go and, and-" You began hyperventilating, reliving the scary night to Elvis who hushed you as he took your small hand in his large one and led you, in your little nightgown, to the couch in front of the burning fireplace. "M'sorry, I feel so stupid."

Elvis sat down beside you before he easily picked you up and brought you into his lap, rubbing soothing circles into your back, relaxing you for the first time since you'd arrived at Graceland and the drowsy sensation that was being caused, leading you to completely forget that you were sitting in the lap of the most famous man in the world. You couldn't help but start to space out a little, the exhaustion of the night catching up to you as well as the wave of relief that consumed you now that you felt safe with Elvis. Elvis watched as you began to blink absent-mindedly, the drowsiness catching up to you and your eyelids growing heavy and sleepy at Elvis' persistent touches.

Whilst in this very moment, Elvis felt a lot of genuine care and concern for you, he'd been thinking about you ever since you'd gone to bed in fact, he couldn't help but enjoy the effect he was having on you. He watched you as you practically melted into his touch, being too overwhelmed and sleepy to even try and resist letting your body rest on his.

Your fingers were softly stroking through your bunny's fur in an attempt at self soothing as you lazily blinked your long, pretty eyelashes, feeling your mind go all fuzzy and mushy at Elvis' comforting you.

"Oh no darlin', you're not stupid, not stupid at all, I know that." Elvis hushed. "I know it does get awful dark here at night because we ain't near anythin' else. Must've been real scary honey, m'sorry." Elvis cooed quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as he began run his fingers through your hair to relax and calm you, making you feel even more dozy.

The combination of Elvis' gentle touches and quiet, soothing, low voice and the warmth radiating from his body was all becoming a bit much for you as you involuntarily felt your body leaning into his as you rested in his hold. Your back rested against Elvis' torso as you let your head lull by his collarbone, meaning you couldn't see the smirk that was across Elvis' face.

"Real scary." You murmured in agreement with Elvis as you felt the fear begin to disappear.

"Awh baby, I know." Elvis pacified. "You were a brave girl comin' t'me like you did, you're safe now honey, I got you." He assured you, making you feel all warm and tingly inside.

You'd never sat in a mans lap before, you'd never been held like this in such a way before but truthfully, you weren't able to process any thoughts properly, not as long as Elvis continued to let his fingers roam your body, relaxing and calming you.

It was as if he'd put some sort of spell on you.

But he was right, you were safe now, you certainly felt that way with him - you didn't even feel embarrassed at having Hopper with you.

And as if he could read your mind, the man gestured to the toy i your clutches. "Looks like yer little friend helped though, hm?" Elvis said, making you realise that it had always been obvious that Hopper was your toy.

"M'sorry for lyin' earlier, I didn't wanna lie, I don't know why I did, but um, but he's my bunny, his name is Hopper. I had him since I was a little girl, and um, my Mommy gave him to me and she saved up all her money one Christmas to get him for me, because um, we didn't really always have that much see, and um, so Hopper is real special t'me." You whispered sweetly, looking down at your lap where Hopper rested.

Elvis kept his eyes trained on you, studying your sleepy expressions and the unconfident stutters in your voice that all appeared so endearing and adorable to him - and despite how annoying he found Ruth, he couldn't help but be silently grateful to her for bringing you to him.

"Dontchu worry darlin', I ain't gon' judge, I think it's very sweet." Elvis told you, causing you to lift your head up and smile up at Elvis. "Now, how about I try give your Momma a call?" Elvis suggested and you nodded.

After a couple of attempts but to no avail, you knew she was probably asleep, you didn't really want to disturb her anymore, you were actually feeling a little bit better in Elvis' company. You didn't feel as nervous around him, he was a lot gentler than you'd imagine him being.

After a while of relaxing in Elvis's hold, you found yourself quietly drifting off to sleep, the fireplace in front of the two of you dimming and the lack of heat causing you to instinctively snuggle closer into Elvis' chest. Following a period of silence, Elvis realised you were falling asleep and realised it was probably time to get the sweet little thing in his lap to bed and he was secretly hoping it would be his.

"Honey?" Elvis whispered, causing you to whine at the disturbance. "Oh little one, you can't fall asleep here, you wanna be in a big comfy bed, dontchu?" Elvis cooed.

"Nuh-uh!" You whined, your eyes still half closed as you wriggled about in Elvis' arms. "Wanna stay with you, don't wanna go back to the dark room." You mumbled, barely coherently.

Elvis knew it was as a result of your overwhelming day, he knew that, but it didn't stop the satisfaction build up within him at you admitting to wanting to stay sleeping in his arms. He also knew that you were just too innocent and too sweet to really understand what you were really saying and what it could lead to but he didn't care.

"Awh, is my baby too scared to go back to her room?" Elvis murmured adoringly at you, he knew he was being forward with the pet names but he also knew you were in a situation where you were obviously feeling clingy and needy.

You nodded as your head rested on his chest, silently hoping that Elvis would let you stay, even just a little longer, on the couch with him.

"Well, would you like to sleep in my room with me tonight, sweetheart?" Elvis propositioned quietly.

You nodded again, making Elvis smirk once more before hiding it as you pushed your body up from him to face him directly.

"I-I-" You stammered shyly.

"What is it honey?" Elvis asked with a raised eyebrow, noticing that the sudden shyness was back.

"It's just, I don't wanna do any of that kinda stuff, y'know? If that's um, if that's okay, it's just I've never done anythin' like that before and I don't know, I just don't think m'ready, if that's okay?" You said, looking at Elvis with anticipation as you watched his expression soften.

"Oh baby, don't you worry your pretty lil' head, okay? We're just gon' sleep okay? I just wanna look after you little one, make sure you ain't gonna get scared anymore." Elvis assured you, making a weight lift off your shoulders as you reached forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a cuddle.

"Now then honey, it's far too late for a little girl like you to be awake, let's get you to bed." Elvis chuckled after your sweet gesture of a cuddle, as he helped you off the couch and began to lead you to his bedroom.

"Elvis?" You murmured softly, stopping the two of you from walking any further down the hallway. Elvis hummed in response. "You're not gonna tell Ruth about this are you? I just think she might make fun of me for it or somethin', think I'm bein' a baby about the dark or somethin'." You said anxiously, looking up at Elvis.

"Well, in that case, it'll be our little secret." Elvis assured you as he took your little hand in his big one, leading you all the way to his bedroom.

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thebutchtheory · 1 year

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i find it so disingenuous that some people act like transmasculine people can't relate to transfem people.

transmasculine people, GNC cis women and butches, for *years*, have been writing about how they are seen as predatory in the women's restrooms because they 'look like men' or 'don't look woman enough' to be in there. i personally have experienced dirty looks and weird stares in the women's restroom as an openly butch person AFAB.

there are countless videos of cis women being removed from women's restrooms because they don't look 'woman enough' to be in there to take a leak. a video of a cis lesbian actually went viral for this.

there's a song by tribe 8, a lesbian queercore band, titled 'wrong bathroom' about these women not looking 'woman enough' to be able to use the women's restroom.

s. bear bergman has an essay titled 'tranny bladder', in hir book, 'butch is a noun', about how ze has been forced to be able to hold it instead of choosing to use the women's restroom because of how ze has been harassed in the women's restroom in the past over not looking quite 'woman enough', same for the men's restroom.

leslie feinberg wrote in hir book 'stone butch blues' about how the main character, jess, (butch) and her friend, ruth, (a trans woman), would declare that 'the world is our restroom' because of how they would rather use it on the side of the road than continue to be harassed in public restrooms about their presentations, assumed to be predatory.

like, do people just think that transmasculine people are not seen as predatory at all?

trans women are hypervisible and that definitely leads to them being labeled as predatory in a much more visible manner, but just because you don't see it, just because it may not be reported on as much or go viral, does not mean that transmasculine people aren't seen as predatory, and the idea that we can't be seen as predatory or that we have some sort of special privilege that means we're somehow not seen as predatory by society is, frankly, dangerous, especially for younger transmasculine people, who are going to experience a pretty rude awakening in the real world when they get questioned and harassed or even removed for not looking 'female enough' to use the women's restroom.

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facewithoutheart · 12 days

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I hurt myself thinking of Simon and Baz adopting a kid. Simon’s nervous, maybe it’s sort of spur of the moment. They’ve been planning for awhile (Baz has sooo many books; he’s reading them with Penny whereas Simon likes to sits with Daphne and Lady Ruth to hear their firsthand experience) but when the call comes you’re never prepared. Penny’s got a checklist and she’s calling out items while Simon packs the car. Meanwhile Baz is updating the group chat and yelling, “You don’t need seven sandwiches, Simon! It’s only a thirty minute car ride!” And Simon and Penny echo back, “It’s on the list, Baz!” But they eventually manage to get packed and on the road, waving back at Penny who’s going to the market to pick up essentials on their other checklist.

Simon drives to where they’re meant to pick up their child, steady hands under pressure and all that, and Baz drums his fingers on his thigh until Simon reaches over and threads their hands together. “It’s going to be fine,” he says, and Baz wants to argue that Simon looks like he’s five seconds from shitting his pants. Baz squeezes Simon’s hand instead.

They do eventually make the handover, sign the paperwork, and then it’s the two of them, packing their child into the car seat (Simon wrangles while Baz calls out instructions). “Gentle, gentle!” Baz reminds Simon and Simon wants to bang a fist against his own head in frustration but then he hears that word again. Gentle. And he gives that to himself as well.

It’s a quiet ride home. “Calm before the storm,” Baz jokes, his eyes ever on the precious bundle strapped in behind him, and Simon swallows his lips in a strained smile.

“I’ll take first watch,” Simon says, after they’ve managed food, diapers, and a strangely quiet child given all the change and emotional upheaval circling around them.

There’s something twitchy about Simon’s offer but Baz chalks it up to new fatherhood jitters. He should argue; maybe he should stay up first given his experience babysitting his siblings, but he’s exhausted and sticky. Besides, these days Simon babysits as often as Baz. He trusts Simon, and displaying that trust goes a long way toward Simon feeling it for himself. So he kisses their child on the forehead, then Simon, then his child again, then, “Stop, stop,” Simon laughs, swatting away Baz’s insistent lips, “we’ll be fine. I’ll call you on the monitor if we need anything.”

“Okay,” Baz frowns, and then he subjects his family to another round of kisses, just in case.

It’s three in the morning when Baz hears it: a stifled sob over the monitor, distinctly adult in nature.

Simon.

Baz walks softly to the nursery. He finds Simon in the rocking chair, their child pressed to his bare chest. Tears stream down Simon’s face.

“Love, what’s—”

“I just got her,” Simon says. “Less than twelve hours ago. I just got her.”

Baz reaches out his arms, a move Simon misinterprets. He holds the baby tighter to his chest.

“No, no. Don’t you see? I just got her. And I can’t,” Simon hiccups, “I can’t imagine giving her up.” He looks up at Baz. “I love her. I just got her and I love her and she’s mine and I can’t, I can’t…”

This time, when Baz stretches out his arms Simon moves to give up the baby but Baz clicks his tongue and pulls them both in his arms. “It’s okay, little puff,” he says, kissing Simon’s cheek before the baby’s. “I’ve got you, now.”

#snowbaz #drabble #adoption #childhood trauma #sometimes in loving others we learn just how much love we’ve missed #but we still keep loving #and loving #because one day it will be returned #I promise

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abiimaryy · 6 months

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I sat and transcribed the Workin’ Boys programme as Matt Lang intended

Zoey Chambers (Henrietta) is humbled beyond words to be a part of this groundbreaking production. Zoey has been entrancing audiences for years with her portrayal of badass girl-bosses like Sandy from Grease and Fantine form Les Miserables. Zoey would like to thank her brother, Zack, for giving her the acting bug all the way back in the third grade! It’s ironic that Zack thought he was the actor of the family but Zoey would go on to completely overshadow him in every way. Sucks to suck doesn’t it Zachary? Zoey would also like to thank her roommate and fellow cast member, Hailey! Hailey is perfectly cast in her very small and inconsequential part. The role of Marge is just so uniteresting and one dimesntional that it helps mask Hailey’s limited range as an actress, as well as other flaws, such as not being pretty enough to pull off an ingenue. Enjoy show and ||be sure to check out Zoey’s Only Fans for spicy pics, JOIs and other lewd content.

Hailey Dilmore (Marge) is so lucky to be part of the best cast in the world! She has no idea how she managed to worm her way into this talented group of ladies! You may recognised Hailey as Pink Lady from Grease of Disciple #3 from Godspell! Hailey would like to thank her fellow cast member, Zoey Chambers. Zoey has been an inspiration, a mentor, and above all, a friend. She’d also like to thank her parents and her dog, Walter. Also she’d like to apologize to the cast once again for blowing up the bathroom every single day during rehearsal. She’s so sorry she made it stink so bad that everybody had to cross the street to use the toilet in the Bank of America. She really doesn’t know what’s happening to her bowels. She’s going to the doctors after the show closes to get everything sorted out. Enjoy the show!

Ruth Fleming (Secretary #4) is so fucking stoked for her acting debut! This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me I mean, her. Ruth ran the lights for her school’s shitty production of The Barbecue Monologues and was also the Assistant Stage Manager for The Wizard of Oz… it sucked. She got bulled and excluded by the whole cast, even thought her job was just as important as theirs. More important actually! Being in the cast is way better! You don’t have to think of an excuse to barge into the dressing room. You can just walk right in! Everyoby takes off their shirts and lets their titties tumble free! It’s the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen… I mean she’s ever seen. Anyways, Ruth doesn’t wanna thank anybody because nobody ever did anything for her.

Cassandra King (Eve) is elated to be present with you fellow vessels in these freeing moments. Everything has transpired exactly as the light in the sky foretold. Cassie has never been a believer in prophecy or the eternal spaces between… but she’s seen too much to deny their truth now. She no longer fears the visions or the pain that comes with their descent. Pain is the price of knowledge. Pain is the language that unites the children of Azzokish no matter which star they may hail from. Cassie wants to see what lies at the end of the cold half. She’s ready to see the face of the girl screaming in the dark. How did she find herself aboard? And what is the destination of such a significant ship? Is tonight the night Cassie departs? The lights do give no answer. And so she waits for deliverance. Cassie would also like to thank her boyfriend, Chris.

(Note: the spelling of Azzokish could be wrong it was blurry as hell)

#starkid #hatchetfield #workin boys #workin boys spoilers #team starkid

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corroded-hellfire · 11 months

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hey! may i request an eddie x y/n sort of based on some scenes of makeup? like, when they act all lovey dovey? because i was just watching some and i got SO jealous.

My deepest apologies that this took me forever! I tried to make the scenes cute and fit into the ST world and I did the arduous task of watching JQ’s scenes and seeing him shirtless so much for inspiration. I think we can all agree Tom deserves better than Roof and Eddie deserves all our love. I hope you enjoy 🩵

Warnings: oral sex, m receiving (Eddie gets off, cause reader gives better head than Ruth), other sexual allusions, alcohol consumption

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Being apart from Eddie is the worst part about college. You’d gotten to see your boyfriend over Thanksgiving and Christmas break, but it’s never enough. Talking on the phone is great, but it’s not the same. The two of you have been counting down the days until spring break rolls around. Since you’d last been in Hawkins, Eddie had gotten an apartment and both of you were very eager to have a place all to yourselves for the whole week.

Unfortunately, Eddie still has to work while you’re visiting, but staying with him still guarantees you get to see him every moment that you can. He’s at work the day you arrive, and he felt horrible that he couldn’t come and get you at the airport. You assured him you’d rather have him keep his job and wait a few hours to see him. He promises to keep the apartment door unlocked and you happily let yourself in once the taxi drops you off.

You grin to yourself as you step inside. It’s a very Eddie apartment. Sweetheart is parked right next to the couch, and you can picture Eddie scooping it up and strumming the strings as soon as he gets home. The three chairs at the small kitchen table are mismatched, all of them different colors than the brown wooden surface. You bring your bags into Eddie’s room and set them down near his closet. Even before you take in the small space, you open your boyfriend’s closet and pull out the first hoodie you see. It smells like weed and Irish spring soap, bringing an automatic smile to your face. The smell of Eddie is your favorite in the world, and you make a mental note to ask if you can take this hoodie back to school with you.

As you slip the sweatshirt on, you turn to look around the bedroom. The bed isn’t made, but the brown comforter has been thrown over the sheets to look somewhat neat. It’s cleaner than you’d thought it would be, no clothes thrown into piles on the floor or no piles of cassettes in the corner. Maybe Eddie cleaned up before you got here—but you wouldn’t count on it. He knows he doesn’t have to do anything to impress you.

With a chuckle, you fling yourself onto the bed and revel in being surrounded by so much Eddie. His blankets, his pillows, his hoodie. You curl up on your side and bury your face in his pillow. Before you know it the sound of the front door opening wakes you up. The flight must’ve made you more tired than you thought.

“Babe?”

Eddie’s voice has you sitting up in bed. He pokes his head in the doorway and both of your faces light up in matching grins.

“Eddie!”

Without hesitation, he leaps on top of you, not bothering to shed himself of his dusty blue coveralls before attacking your face with kisses. His hair tickles you as his lips roam around your skin and you let out a peal of laughter.

“How was your flight?” Eddie mumbles against the skin just below your ear.

“Good,” you say, letting your eyes slip closed. “But this is much better.”

It feels like as quickly as Eddie was on you, he’s climbing off just as fast. You pout up at him until you realize he’s stripping himself not only of his coveralls, but his clothes beneath as well.

“Can I make it even better?” Eddie asks with a wink.

Smirking, you unbutton your jeans and shimmy them down your hips. “Get over here.”

The sun wakes you up the next morning, shining through the blinds to the left of Eddie’s bed. The rays warm your face as you stretch your muscles that are stiff from sleep. A lazy smile graces your features as you blink your eyes open and take in the sleeping man next to you. His unruly curls are splayed out on his pillowcase and his mouth is slightly agape as his bare chest moves up and down.

Moving slowly, you turn on your right side to face him. Eddie’s enviably long eyelashes brush his high cheekbones, and a light stubble coats his jaw. Your eyes rake down the slope of his nose and study his plump lips and pinched pink Cupid’s bow.

As if your gaze physically weighed on him, Eddie’s body shifts and he lets out a soft groan. His eyes crack open, and he blinks a few times before he turns his head and meets your stare. A warm smile grows on Eddie’s face, and he brings up a hand to rub at his right eye.

“Hi,” he mumbles, voice still groggy from sleep.

“Hi,” you echo.

Eddie turns his head back upright and breathes out a long yawn.

Feeling mischievous and giddy after waking up next to your love, you decide to imitate Eddie and see how long it takes him to notice. He suspects nothing when you yawn after him. But when he groans as he shifts his position and you copy the intonations exactly, he glances over at you with a raised eyebrow.

“You copying me?” he asks.

“You copying me?” you say, doing your best to keep your giggles inside.

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head. “What a dork.”

“What a dork.”

“Alright, you,” Eddie says, rolling over on top of you with a smirk.

“Alright you—” Eddie cuts you off with a kiss and you finally let out your laughter against his lips as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I swear, the arcade is much more fun when you don’t have to fight the annoying high schoolers for the machines,” Eddie says as he parks the van in the closest parking spot to Palace Arcade’s front door.

“We were annoying high schoolers last year,” you remind him as you unbuckle your seatbelt.

“Nah, we were cooler,” he tells you with a wink.

Hawkins High School doesn’t have their spring break until next week, so you and Eddie would most likely have free range of all the arcade games in the few hours before he has to head into work.

“Are you here more often now that Lucas works here?” you ask as you both hop out of the van.

“Yeah,” Eddie says as he slings his arm over your shoulders. “Need something to do when I’m not working or having phone sex with you.”

Face heating up, you playfully shove his arm off of you, making him laugh. You push open the arcade door and the bell above it jingles as Eddie steps in behind you. He steps away from your side and peeks into the back room, giving a small wave to the only employee working in the arcade on a Monday morning. Once the acne ridden man goes back to whatever he was doing before you walked in, Eddie silently jumps over the counter and grabs a bag of tokens from underneath it. He gently places the bag down so it doesn’t clink when he jumps back over the other way.

“And where’d you learn that?” you ask quietly as Eddie struts back over to you, tossing the small bag up in the air and catching it.

“Sinclair is still indebted to his DM,” he says with a shrug.

“You mean he’s afraid you’ll blab all his secrets to Erica?”

“Exactly.”

Rolling your eyes, you turn towards a pinball machine and Eddie comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and dumping a few coins out on the glass. You pinch one between your fingers and slip it into the coin slot. Eddie presses quick kisses against your shoulder as the game whirs to life and moves his lips up to your neck as your fingers begin to work the buttons on the sides of the machine. Letting out a squeal, you try to shrug him off as he distracts you.

“Eddie!”

“Whaaaat?” he mumbles against your skin, moving his kisses back down to your shoulder again.

“You’re gonna make me lose,” you pout.

“Uh uh,” Eddie says, squeezing your hips in his hands. “I’m helping you.”

He presses your body up against the machine, caught between it and his warm body against your back.

“Yeah, some help,” you say as your fingers press into the buttons.

“I know. What would you do without me?” he muses.

That’s how the next couple of hours go—you attempting to play games and Eddie “helping” you. Both of you know the best part is his body being so close to yours, though. But you’ll let him think that he’s the reason you lost at Ms. Pac-Man.

Laying in Eddie’s bed, you watch through the open bedroom door as he crunches on a bowl of Raisin Bran, occasionally slurping some milk. Yesterday, Eddie had the day off and it was wonderful. The two of you spent most of the day in bed and ordered pizza from the best pizzeria in Hawkins. It almost makes it harder to watch him get ready for work today. He’s freshly showered with his wet curls tucked up in a bun at the base of his neck—which you’d assisted him with. His coveralls are clean of dirt and oil, the only mess spoiling the clean jumpsuit the droplets of milk that have leaked down the side of his mouth.

Eddie downs the leftover milk in the bowl and places it in the sink with a small clank. He strides back towards the bedroom and wipes his mouth off on the back of his hand. As soon as his black boots cross the threshold into the room, you whine and make grabby hands for your boyfriend.

“What, my love?” Eddie asks as he rests one knee on the bed so he can hover over your lying figure.

“You’re cute,” you say as you stare up into his chocolate eyes. Eddie chuckles and takes your face in between his two hands and presses a few quick kisses to your lips. When he goes to pull away, you wrap your arms around his neck and let out another whine. “Don’t go.”

As Eddie sits up, he pulls your body up with him. He sighs as you bury your head in his neck.

“I can’t stay, baby.” His heart cracks when you whimper against his skin. Your arms slip down his body and Eddie manages to take your face in his hands again. “Come on. I gotta go.” He presses a few more kisses to your lips and stands up, forcing your arms to fall back into your lap. “I’ll see you later, baby. I love you.”

Leaning forward, you watch him for as long as you can until he walks out the front door. Sighing, you drop back against the pillows and tug the blanket up to your chin again.

The sound of Eddie clanging and scraping in the kitchen surrounds you as you slump against the kitchen table, your fist the only thing propping your head up. You’d made the mistake of going to see your parents today and it had gone even worse than you imagined it would. Eddie coming home from work helped improve your mood a bit, but you’re still sour as he finishes fixing dinner.

A plate of spaghetti is placed down in front of you, a slice of white bread tucked in next to it on the plate. Eddie plops down in the seat across from you as you pick up your fork. The spaghetti wraps around your fork as you twirl it again and again, never bringing it up to your mouth. Big brown eyes watch you as you stare blankly at your plate.

“Do you wanna talk about it, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, eyes not lifting from your food. Eddie lets out a silent sigh as he scoops his spaghetti onto his piece of bread.

“Wanna talk about something else?” he asks before shoving a bite of his pasta sandwich into his mouth. Your eyes finally raise and meet his, causing him to give you a smile. Sauce coats his fingertips so he sets the sandwich down and sucks on each of them.

“No,” you say softly.

Eddie picks up a napkin and wipes his hands clean as he looks around the room. His eyes catch on the radio sitting on the counter and he pushes himself out of his chair to turn it on. The dial is set on his preferred metal station, but the badass guitar solo doesn’t set the mood for what he’s trying to achieve. Static floats through the kitchen as Eddie turns the knob, searching for a suitable solution. A soft rock ballad soars from the speakers and Eddie gives the radio a thumbs up, as if it was his wingman on this mission.

Bouncing on the balls of his socked feet, Eddie bobs over to you and offers his hand with a gallant bow.

“M’lady?”

Even though a small smile cracks through your demeanor, you shake your head at him. Eddie pouts and stands back upright. Starting to shimmy his shoulders, he walks around the small table until he’s in your direct line of sight. He begins to rock his hips back and forth, and while it really has no rhythm to it, it’s still oddly sexy.

Amusement lights up your eyes as you watch him, raising his arms to the sides and adding them to his shimmies. Suddenly, he yanks his chair out from the table and hops onto it, extending his hand down to you.

“Dance with me, baby.” Again, you shake your head. But this time, Eddie has a little more hope, as it’s very obvious you’re biting back a smile. “Come on!”

With the stability of Bambi on ice, Eddie hops down from the chair and saunters over to your side of the table. He holds his hands behind his back and bends down at the waist to kiss at your neck. Your grin breaks free at the feeling of his lips on your skin.

“C’mon,” he mumbles and he’s suddenly tugging you up by your hands. It elicits a giggle from you, and you laugh even harder as he wraps one arm around your waist, the other taking your hand in his, and rocks your body from side to side along with his own.

A sudden surge of emotions crashes over your body. All the love and safety Eddie fills you with overwhelms you, causing tears to prickle the back of your eyes. Eddie’s presence within itself is a comfort that you will never take for granted. The urge to hold him as close as you possibly can is too strong to ignore. Slipping your hand out of his, you snake your arms around his lithe waist and bury your face into his chest. There’s only a moment of hesitation on Eddie’s part—afraid he’s done something to upset you, before he wraps you up in his arms and holds you safe and sound in his embrace.

Even though the front door isn’t locked, it takes you three attempts to turn the handle and stumble inside. Eddie raises an eyebrow from where he lounges on the couch, his sock-covered feet up on the coffee table in front of him. Your giggles amuse him as you drop your purse near his work boots and slip out of your own shoes.

“Have fun with Robin?” Eddie asks, watching you sway your hips as you walk over to him. Luckily, Robin only lived in the neighborhood down the road from Eddie’s apartment complex, so there was no driving after you and your friend partook in some cheap liquor.

“I did!” you say, a giddy grin on your face. Eddie holds his hand out as you get closer, assuming you’re going to plop down on the couch next to him. But you drop to your knees between the couch and coffee table, making Eddie frown in worry and sit up straight.

“You okay, baby?”

“Yeah,” you say with a snort of laughter. “Meant to do this.” He would’ve thought you were just trying to cover up a tipsy misstep, but the way you run your hands up his thighs and start to attack his belt buckle makes him realize that you did mean to get down on your knees.

“What’s gotten into you?” Eddie asks, lifting his hips when you try and tug his pants down.

You focus on getting his black jeans pushed down to his knees before you look up at him and answer. “Robin and I were talking about our sex lives.” Eddie watches as you stand up and whip your shirt off over your head. It falls somewhere behind you before you get back down on your knees. “Kept talking about how good you make me feel and all I wanted was to get home and make you feel good.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, a groan tumbling from his lips as you ghost your fingers over his boxer-clad dick.

“Yeah,” you answer as you hook your fingers in the waistband of his underwear. “Wanna suck your cock, baby.”

“Shit,” Eddie hisses as you finally wrap your soft hand around him.

“Feel good?” you ask, looking up at your boyfriend from beneath your eyelashes.

“So fucking good.”

“Good,” you say with a giggle before leaning down and licking a stripe up the underside of his cock.

Eddie throws his head back and grabs onto the arm of the couch next to him, just so he has something to hold on to. Mumbles of fuck, fuck, fuck fall from his lips as you give the head a few kitten licks. When you finally take him into your mouth, Eddie has to fight the urge to buck his hips up into your mouth. He knows you can take it, but he also knows you’re just getting started.

You swirl your tongue around the tip, pressing your tongue flat against his leaking slit. Pretty moans come from above you as you sink down, taking more of him into your mouth. Saliva drips down his length and you use it to work your hand over what you can’t fit in your mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” Eddie groans. “You always suck my cock so good. Love this pretty little mouth.”

Now it’s your turn to moan, the sound causing delicious vibrations around his dick.

You pull off just to mumble, “Love your cock,” before you’re taking him back into your mouth, letting him go deeper than before. Eddie’s eyes are half-lidded in pleasure as he watches you bob your head up and down. The way his dick disappears in between your pretty lips has him feeling like he’s ready to burst. So when the tip of his cock brushes against the back of your throat, Eddie’s seeing stars dance in his vision.

He wants to hold out so badly, the feeling and image of you sucking him off too good to end already, but he feels his thigh muscles start to tense as he gets closer. Feeling the tightness under Eddie’s skin where your hand rests on his upper thigh, you can also tell he’s getting close. Wanting to make it as good for him as possible, you hold off your gag reflex as best as you can and take him into your throat.

“Jesus Christ, baby. Holy fucking shit.” Eddie’s hands are scrambling for something to hold on to and he settles for running his hands over his own hair.

Tears are sliding down your face, surely wrecking your meticulously applied makeup. On one bob of your head, your gag reflex decides to make itself known and you choke on Eddie’s cock. The sound pushes the man over the edge, his eyes practically rolling back in his head.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna—fuck, where do you...?”

Your hand taps his leg, letting him know you want him to finish in your mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie grunts. “I’m—I’m coming, fuck, shit, I’m coming!”

Both your mouth and your hand work him through it, and you swallow every last drop you’re able to milk from him. When he’s finally spent, you pull off of him and sit back on your heels. The room is full of the sounds of heavy breathing as the two of you try to catch your breath. The television is long forgotten background noise to the pair of you.

A lazy smile lights up Eddie’s beautiful face and he leans down to pull you up onto the couch with him. He tucks himself back into his jeans as you settle yourself next to him. Once his clothing is fully situated, he tugs you closer until your head is resting in his lap. Still only in your bra on top, Eddie figures you might be cold, so he grabs the blanket hanging on the back of the couch and drapes it over your torso and shoulders.

“That was incredible, princess,” Eddie says, gently stroking the hair on the crown of your head. “Gonna have to let me make that up to you.”

“No need,” you slur against his pant leg, now more from tiredness than alcohol. “Just wanted to make my man feel good.”

“You made me feel insanely good,” Eddie tells you. “And I like making you feel good, too. Maybe tomorrow once you’re not so tired, yeah?”

“M’kay,” you say, and Eddie can tell you’re already half asleep. He chuckles to himself and leans down to press a kiss to your temple.

“I love you so fucking much.”

The last dinner you have with Eddie before going back to school is bittersweet. Your boyfriend watches you over the rim of his glass while you take a sip out of your own. He tries to get playful with you to cheer you up, copying your movements as you pick up your fork and stab some pasta, then lowering it back down when you notice his behavior. It’s clear you’re not in the mood to joke, so Eddie drops the act and lets out a sigh.

“Sweetheart,” he says. “You have to go back to school. And it’s okay, summer isn’t too far away.”

“Don’t wanna leave you,” you mumble in reply.

The clinking of silverware startles you, and you look up to see Eddie has dropped his fork and is reaching across the table for your hand. Happily, you give it to him, and he laces your fingers together.

“You’re not leaving me. You’re going back to school to study what you love. And in less than two months, you’ll be back here in Hawkins, and we’ll have three whole months together. You’re gonna get sick of me.”

“Never,” you interject.

“Okay, well we can test that theory over the summer,” Eddie says with a playful smile. “But I promise, the rest of the semester will go by quicker than you think.”

You tug your hand out of Eddie’s and he frowns at you before realizing you’re walking around the table to sit in his lap. He gladly slips his arms around your waist and hugs your body close against his.

“I love you so much, Eddie Munson.”

He gazes up at you with the most adoring eyes, his thumbs gently stroking along your t-shirt.

“I don’t blame you. Who else can whip up gourmet spaghetti dinner and look this good doing it?”

You snort and press a hand against Eddie’s chest. He laughs and cups the back of your neck, leaning up to press his lips against yours. “I love you too, baby.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fic #request

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