#there used to be 4 but the last one flunked

[lolahasmoxie]

Sleep Tight - E.M.

Pairing: Single Dad Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Word Count: 3.8K (this may have gotten away from me)

Warning: fluff, idiots to lovers, a couple of curse words

Notes: This has been living in my brain for days, and I had to get it out. So everywhere I've read Eddie as a dad, he has a little girl. Don't get me wrong, I love it. But can you imagine him with a little boy who is his tiny doppelganger? Dead.

For this, I picture Eddie and Reader as having known each other since they were kids, and both were close growing up. Eddie flunked his first senior year, and reader graduated and left Hawkins for college. They kept in touch for a while but eventually drifted apart. She returns to Hawkins and reconnects with Eddie and his 4-year-old son. Mom has been out of the picture since he was born, and I picture Eddie as a mechanic who plays with Corroded Coffin on the weekends.

Eddie and Reader are 28 in this (takes place in 1994). An AU where the Upside Down doesn't exist, and Eddie lives.

Divider from @firefly-graphics

"Daddy, rain!"

Eddie and Y/N paused from the couch as they looked at the small four-year-old excitedly pointing out the window. The rain shouldn't have been a surprise; it had been gray and overcast all day. Eddie walked over to the front window, looked outside, and noticed a bright flash of lightning followed by thunder less than three seconds later. Before he could say anything, the skies opened up, and a torrential downpour began to beat on his roof.

"Crap, I should probably leave if I'm gonna make it home in one piece," Y/n pondered as she joined the two Munson boys at the window.

"Are you insane? There's no way I'm letting you leave now." Y/N had joined Eddie at his home for dinner instead of at Benny's due to his son's babysitter canceling last minute. The three had spent the evening playing, eating pizza, and finally settling to watch Ghostbusters. She had been on the verge of excusing herself for the evening when the storm had come upon them.

"Eds, my car will be fine. Besides, I can't stay the night." Y/N casually tried to motion to his son, who was now staring at her and preparing himself to bring out the big guns.

"But I thought we were having fun." Ronnie Wayne Munson was his father on a 24-year delay. He had the same wild curly brown hair and brown cow eyes as Eddie, and based on how he looked at Y/N, she knew his father had taught him how to use them to his advantage.

"Look, far be it for me to question the integrity of your Honda, but it’s not like this would be the first time you had to stay; you used to crash all the time when we were kids. Besides, it's unsafe to be on the road right now. You can't even see the house across the street!". Y/N turned back towards the window, and she had to admit that Eddie was right. Even with streetlights, the house across the street was nearly impossible to see. She sighed before looking at Eddie and his boy standing next to him, both with expectant looks on their eager faces.

"Okay, I'll stay."

"Hooray!" Ronnie yelled as he ran up to give her a hug. Eddie beamed at Ronnie. He was usually reserved around new people, but as soon as Y/N had reappeared in Hawkins two months ago after a ten-year absence, Ronnie had taken an instant liking to her. The little boy seemed as infatuated with her as his father had been years before.

"So, how late is this party going to go on?" Y/N asked as Ronnie climbed back onto the couch.

"Well, little man's bedtime is usually 7pm..." Ronnie looked at Eddie with a sad face. Y/N had just agreed to stay the night; it was unfair that he would have to go to bed soon. "but since tonight is a special occasion, I think we can watch one more movie."

"Yes!" Y/N couldn't help but chuckle as Ronnie did a triumphant dance before jumping off the couch. "Can we watch Nightmare Before Christmas?"

"Sure, let's get you into your jammies."

"I'll make the popcorn." Y/N motioned to the kitchen, and Eddie quickly told her where everything was. As she popped the bag in the microwave, she couldn't help but smile at the giggles emanating from Ronnie's bedroom. Eddie now lived in a small house on a quiet street near the edge of town, which felt warm and cozy like his and Wayne's old trailer. The coffee rack in the kitchen now held Eddie's mugs instead of Wayne's, and his beloved Sweetheart sat in the corner of the living room next to his acoustic and amp. Above the well-loved couch were numerous pictures, ranging from Eddie's graduation to him holding his newborn son in the hospital. There were several with the two of them and Wayne, and even one of her and Eddie from back in 83.

The sound of little feet coming from the hallway pulled her from her thoughts, and soon she was greeted by Ronnie, who was now wearing dinosaur pajamas. He ran up to her and wrapped his arms around her leg. He leaned up to give her a big toothy grin.

"Hi," he said cheerfully, and Y/N couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, don't you look comfy? You ready for the movie?" He nodded gleefully as the timer for the microwave went off. She carefully removed the bag and poured the contents into a bowl, handing it to Ronnie when he made it clear that he had to help her. "Two hands, go slow, ok?". He nodded, his little tongue sticking out in concentration as he made the short journey to the living room. They both sat on the couch while Eddie quickly popped the VHS into the tape player, pausing to turn off the living room lights before he sat down.

Ronnie sat between the two of them, and the three of them snacked as they watched the movie. The kid was on cloud nine, happily eating popcorn and singing along to the movie. Eddie's arm eventually rested on the back of the couch, causing Y/N to blush whenever his fingertips brushed the top of her shoulder. When the popcorn was gone, the bowl was moved to the side, and Ronnie took this as his cue to make himself more comfortable.

"Whoa, we don't climb on our guests." Eddie chided as he watched his son climb onto Y/N's lap. He was worried it would make her uncomfortable, but he was pleasantly surprised when she put her feet on the coffee table and wrapped her arms around Ronnie's stomach, letting him rest his back against her chest.

"He's fine, now hush."

"Yeah, Daddy, the movie's on." Eddie's eyes bulged from being sassed by not only his son but also his childhood friend. As the evening progressed, he kept stealing glances at the two of them. From the way Y/N would rub Ronnie's stomach to how they would occasionally whisper and giggle with each other, his emotions were all over the place. As the rain continued to beat against the roof, Ronnie eventually gave in to sleep. When the credits finally rolled, he was sleeping contentedly on Y/N's lap, her hand rubbing over his tummy soothingly.

"That kid usually has to be dragged kicking and screaming to go to bed," Eddie commented as he gingerly reached over to take Ronnie from Y/N. She grinned as she handed him over, stretching her arms above her head once he was safely in his father's arms. "Hey, once I get him in bed, would you be up for a movie?" he asked hopefully.

"Sure. Do you have anything I could change into?"

"I've got you, be right back." Y/N watched as he disappeared down the hallway into Ronnie's room. To be honest, when she had run into Eddie on her first day back in town, she had expected it to be awkward. After all, they hadn't seen each other in ten years. Yet, in the two months they had spent reconnecting, it felt like no time had passed at all. They quickly fell back into their dynamic, which had been created over numerous sleepovers and hangouts during their childhood. When Eddie returned to the living room he held up a clothing item in each hand.

"Okay, so the boxers are old and very stretched out, but they're clean, and the shirt was a gag gift from Henderson."

"Gag gift?" she asked, and had to bite her lip when Eddie unfurled an oversized shirt that had "Virginia is for Lovers" emblazoned across the front. "That is amazing."

"Go change; I'll pick the movie. Horror okay?" Y/N nodded as she shuffled into the bathroom. Eddie hummed to himself as he tried to pick a movie for them to watch. He was mentally preparing to keep his cool when he heard the bathroom door open a few minutes later. Whatever composure he had quickly flew out the window when he saw her adorned in his clothes, and she looked at him expectedly as she waited for him to say something. "Um, everything fits ok?"

"Yeah, the boxers are a tad tight around the thighs, but it's no biggie. Now, what are we watching?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I haven't seen "The Thing" in ages."

"Fuck," she chuckled as she sat back down on the couch. "I think the last time I saw it was with you." Eddie popped in the video and sat next to Y/N.

"Well then, let's get to it, shall we?" The movie started, but it wasn't long before Eddie and Y/N started talking. Old inside jokes and stories passed between them, quickly resulting in giggles that they tried to keep quiet so they wouldn't wake Ronnie. When the movie ended, they kept talking, the rain becoming static noise as their conversation moved to their love lives.

"Wait, he cheated on you?" Eddie asked incredulously as Y/N took a sip from her beer.

"Yeah, had a side piece for like two months before he finally had the balls to break up with me. You want to know something funny?" Eddie shook his head as he watched her settle into the cushions more, a sigh leaving her lips. "I wasn't even that mad about it."

"You'd been with the guy for over the year, and he cheated; I'm shocked you didn't set his car on fire. Fuck, Jason Carver started that rumor about you sophomore year, and you took a bat to his headlights." Y/N giggled at the memory.

"I also told the cheerleading team he had a micro-penis, but that's not the point. And don't get me wrong, it sucked that he didn't have the balls to just break up when he realized he didn't want me anymore. But, in the end, I wasn't angry like I thought I would be."

"You were together a while, though." Y/N sighed as she thought over her response.

"When I was little, I remember asking my Mom why she married my Dad. She said it was because she felt this spark every time she saw him; she said she knew from their first date that he was the one for her. Over a year with Daniel, and I never once had that feeling." She paused as she turned to look at Eddie. "Did you ever feel that way with Ronnie's mom?"

"Veronica?" asked before running a hand over his hair, letting out a heavy sigh as he thought about his son's mother. "We weren't together long before we found out she was pregnant, we hadn't been very serious before, but since there was a kid on the way, we decided to give it a shot. Turns out we were two puzzle pieces from two different puzzles."

"When did she leave?"

"Left when Ronnie was 3 months old. Said motherhood wasn't for her, and she felt it would be best if Ronnie didn't grow up with a Mom who resented him." Y/N nodded in understanding before letting out a loud yawn. "Alright, that's enough sad shit for tonight. Let's call it a night."

"Just toss me a pillow and blanket, and I'll be fine out here."

"Or," Eddie started with a hopeful gleam in his eye. "We could make this like old times, and we can share my bed." She raised an eyebrow at him, and he put his hands up defensively to plead his case. "I know what you're thinking, but we won't be crammed on a double like old times. I upgraded to a Queen and," he paused as he let out a puff of air. "would be nice to have someone else in the bed, you know?" The air was tense for a moment, but it disappeared for Eddie when she gave him a sleepy smile and motioned for him to lead the way.

Eddie's room was different now that he was an adult. The bed was on a frame instead of the floor, and the tan-colored walls had pictures of Ronnie and Wayne instead of metal band posters. He had a tall dresser, and above it was a small bulletin board covered in concert tickets and wristbands. It was surrounded by Corroded Coffin fliers for The Hideout, where the boys still played when they had the time. Y/N stood quietly in the doorway while watching Eddie pull back the comforter.

"Alright, any preference on a side, m'lady?"

"I'll take the right side. And I swear to God, if you dutch oven me, I’m gonna punch you right in the dick."

"Holy shit. I did that once, and in my defense, it was over 15 years ago."

"It was traumatic. Smelled like a sumo wrestler took a dump on a burning pile of hair." She giggled as Eddie tossed a pillow at her.

"The fuck it did; it was not that bad."

"Well, it didn't sell like sunshine and roses either!" Her giggles stopped as they both stood on opposite sides of the bed. He looked at her like he wanted to say something, and she found herself unable to look away as she returned his gaze. It was over in a second as he shook his head and motioned for her to climb in.

"Fair warning, Ronnie is an early bird and will likely be in here at an ungodly hour."

"Thanks for the warning," she replied as she yawned, feeling sleep calling for her as she savored the perfection that was Eddie's bed. Their backs were towards each other as he leaned over and turned off the bedside lamp, the only light now coming from the slivers of moonlight through the window. Just before she succumbed to sleep, she heard Eddie's soft voice in the quiet of the room.

"Night, Y/N."

"Night, Eddie."

It started when she heard crying in her dreams, but what fully woke her was Eddie getting out of bed. It was only then that she realized the crying was coming from Ronnie's room. She followed him, Ronnie's cries pulling at her heart as she wondered what could have possibly haunted him in his sleep. She stood in the doorway of his room, watching Eddie with Ronnie in his arms.

"Come on little man, it's okay. I've got you, bud." Eddie ran a hand over his son's back as he paced the room, pausing when he saw Y/N in the doorway. "Shit, I didn't mean to wake you." Before she could respond, Ronnie realized she was in the room. Fidgeting in Eddie's hold, he held his arms out for Y/N. Eddie saw a look of shock take hold of her, but it was gone in a flash. Before he could blink, she had Ronnie's small body against her chest as she started cooing in a soothing voice.

"Now, what has you crying so hard, huh?" Y/N rubbed Ronnie's back as his sobs began to turn to soft cries. She turned to exit the room, and Eddie followed like a sailor caught by a siren. He watched as she walked past the living room into the kitchen. She pulled a carton of milk from his fridge, now holding his son on her hip as if that was where he was always supposed to be. "Eddie, where do you keep your glasses?"

Snapping out of his trance, he shuffled across the kitchen to stand behind Y/N. He reached up to open the cabinet, a hand on her shoulder as he pulled down three glasses. He watched as she lined them up before opening the milk jug and pouring it until all three glasses were full. She motioned to the microwave, and Eddie nodded. As he set the timer Y/N placed Ronnie on the counter and cradled his face, her thumbs gently wiping his tear-stained cheeks.

"Wanna tell us what woke you up?"

"We were at the park, and I couldn't find you or daddy when it was time to go. I kept yelling, but you weren't there." A new round of tears was about to fall, but she simply smiled as she took Ronnie's hands in hers.

"Don't cry, your Daddy and I are right here. See?" Ronnie looked from Y/N to his father, and Eddie gave him a small smile and wave as the timer for the microwave went off. Eddie brought the glasses over, and Y/N took one and held it to Ronnie. He took it and looked up at Y/N.

"What's this?"

"When I was little and I had bad dreams, my mom would give me a glass of warm milk. Then we would turn the TV on and watch it until I got sleepy. Sound like something you would be interested in?" Ronnie nodded as he lifted the glass to his lips. Y/N and Eddie did the same, and when they were done, she lifted Ronnie from the counter and carried him to the living room. "Your dad will find something good for us to watch, right?"

"Comfort TV, coming right up." Y/N sat with Ronnie's little head against her chest, her hand running over his back as Eddie found a rerun of The Addams Family on Nick at Nite. From his spot crouched on the floor, so many thoughts ran through his head as he watched Y/N comfort his son; he couldn't quite catch what they all were. But despite the late hour, he knew deep down that it felt right.

It took almost an hour for Ronnie to fall asleep, and by the time he had, Y/N was leaning heavily against Eddie's arm. She had spent nearly the entire time talking to him softly and rubbing his back. Eddie shut the TV off as Y/N carefully walked to Ronnie's room. She carefully placed him in his bed, covering him with his blanket before she ran her hand over his soft brown hair. Content that he would be asleep until the morning, she stood and noticed Eddie watching her from the doorway. He was wearing the same expression he'd had before they'd gone to bed. She gave him a soft smile before walking past him to his bedroom.

She heard Eddie close Ronnie's door, but before she reached the bed, she felt his hand on her wrist. She turned and, seeing his expression, her brows furrowed in curiosity as he pulled her closer. She called his name but lost her voice when he raised his hand. It cradled her jaw, his thumb running over her cheek as his eyes bore down. He lowered his head, and without saying a word, he pressed his lips to hers.

Y/N had wondered multiple times growing up what it would be like to kiss Eddie Munson; she figured that just came with having a best friend of the opposite sex. But as his other hand came to cradle her face, she realized that this moment was miles better than anything her schoolgirl imagination could concoct. Her eyes closed as his lips trailed to her cheeks, followed by her nose and forehead. She felt her heart racing when he rested his forehead against hers.

"I love you."

"Eddie,"

"Since I was 10 years old. Fuck," he chuckled as he reached down and took her hands. "I think I loved you before I even knew what that was." The room was quiet as they stood there in the dark, and Eddie wondered if he had royally screwed everything up because she wasn't saying anything. Then he felt her thumb run over the back of his hand.

"You didn't say anything," she said softly. Her eyes now were looking into his. "You let me leave for Chicago without saying anything."

"I know. Hands down, one of the worst moments in my life was watching you drive away."

"But why?" she implored. "Why wouldn't you say something?" Eddie sighed as he looked down at the floor. He only spoke when he felt her squeeze his hand.

"You were always better than Hawkins, better than me. You were destined for fancy dinner parties where assholes like me just serve the drinks." Eddie was no stranger to rejection in his life; he often wondered if it was just a part of his DNA at this point. Then he felt her hand cup his chin, forcing his face to look at her.

"It's sweet you think so highly of me, but I don't want any of that, not if you're not next to me to enjoy said drinks." Before Eddie could respond, she pulled his face down and kissed him. His hands found their way to her hips, her shirt bunching in his hold when she pressed her tongue against the seam of his lips. There was no rush, no hurry as they kissed in the dark. Eddie felt what Y/N's mother had talked about, a spark he could only hope she felt in return. When she pulled her lips away, he pulled her body closer. He pressed his nose into her neck as she ran a hand over his hair.

"Let's go out on Friday."

"A date?" she asked hopefully. She felt him nod as she felt him inhale deeply.

"A proper date, the one I should have asked you on in high school," he said as he rose to his full height. "It's been a while since Ronnie's had a sleepover at Wayne's; we'll do dinner and a movie; what do you say?"

"Pick me up at 7, and you have yourself a deal." Eddie beamed down at her before leaning down to steal another kiss.

"We'd better get some sleep before my demon spawn wakes us up at an ungodly hour." Y/N chuckled as they both climbed into the bed. Instead of sleeping back to back, now she was curled into Eddie's side, her head on his chest and her arm slung over his torso. The feel of his fingers tracing over her arm made her eyes droop, and as she drifted off into sleep, she could faintly feel his lips on her head as he whispered unheard words to her.

Eddie woke when the sun from the window moved over his face. He first noticed that his arms no longer held Y/N, and he wondered for a brief moment if it had all been a wonderful dream. But then he felt a slight movement to his left. Y/N was sleeping on her side, facing him, and between them was Ronnie. His son was sprawled on his back, his sleep shirt had ridden up to show his stomach, and his tiny hand was holding onto Y/N's even in sleep. He knew in an instant that was what he wanted to wake up to every day for the rest of his life.

Tonight, when Wayne came to visit, he was going to ask for his grandmother's ring. Eddie knew he wasn't the smartest guy in the world, but he was sure of this. He was going to make Y/N his wife before the year was out.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson

[i-trash-about-things]

Eddie's shitty sense of humor strikes again.

A random blurb that came to me after reading some headcannons about Eddie's childish sense of humor

777 words (nice). Suggestive but nothing happens. Reader has hair long enough to tug. GN!Reader and Ed are best friends. Swear word count: 4. English is not my first language! Sorry if something doesn't make sense and feel free to correct me! (Repost because Tumblr flunked the last time I tried posting this)

If you wanna be Eddie Munson’s friend, you’ve gotta learn a few rules. Handle his guitar with care, or else he’ll bash it in the side of your head. If W.A.S.P. is on, you do not skip a single song.

You know all of these, better than anyone with you being his best friend. His partner in crime, the one that always gets him out of trouble– or gets into trouble with him.

But there’s one rule you know better than all of the rest.

Eddie is nothing if not a damn clown.

Loud, potentially annoying, and will crack a joke like he can’t hold it back. Be it an awkward one liner at a funeral, a sarcastic remark in the middle of class or a genuine good joke in the middle of a campaign– His mouth is moving faster than his brain, and all that leaves his lips is absolute tomfoolery.

You know it, your friends know it, all of Hawkins knows it.

And an example of this behavior is that fact he can’t see any one of his friends bending down to fetch whatever fell without pretending to hump against their ass, groaning and moaning so exaggerated you never know if you wanna laugh or cringe.

Shameless.

It is kinda funny when Gareth gets all pissy afterwards, tho.

But, even though you and Eds have been friends for the good part of 4 years now– he never did this to you. Not because he didn’t want to or because it’d be weird, but because he just never had the chance.

You, differently from most people, doesn’t tend to bend down to reach something. You just crouch. Or kneel, when the moment calls for it.

It’s just something you’ve been doing since forever, so you’re more used to it. Mindless, instinct, really.

But the past few weeks, you think Eddie’s been trying to get you to bend down– like he wants to get a completion prize for humping everyone in the Hellfire Club (with the exception of the sheepies, duh). He drops his pick mid practice, asks for you to grab a figurine stacked on the box near the foot of his bed– anything, just to get you to bend over.

So far? No such luck.

But Eddie isn’t anything if not committed to the bit. So, one day, the opportunity shows itself for him and he takes it.

It wasn’t even on purpose, really. He was just getting ready to go out, both of you gathering your coats by the front door of his trailer so you wouldn’t freeze your butts off–

“Oh, hey– wait.” Your hand leaves the sleeve of your hoodie, instead reaching for him to stop moving. Your face is down, eyes on the floor, and he raises an eyebrow. “I think there’s something stuck to your shoe. Hol’ up.”

And before he has the chance to freak out in worry if it’s a spider– you’re kneeling between his feet, tugging on whatever it is stuck to his sneakers.

And, like a match dropped into gasoline, he sees his chance and goes for it.

You don’t have the chance to raise your face before you feel familiar fingers tangling into the front of your hairline, tugging your head up roughly– and Eddie let’s out an exaggerated, throaty groan, half-heartedly moving his hips that are eye level to you.

“Mmph! Oh, fuck yeah, sweetheart, just like that!” He cackles, biting his lip and tilting his head back for that extra effect… But pauses when he doesn’t hear you laughing or groaning in annoyance at his shenanigans.

So he looks back down… And something about the smirk on your face makes his heart skip a beat.

Despite the crude and sexual joke, you don’t look embarrassed in the slightest– much less uncomfortable, which was Eddie’s original fear. No… No, you look amused.

Smug.

There’s something about the way your eyes are halflided, full of mirth as you look up at him from your spot by the floor. The shit eating tilt to your smirk has a shiver running down his spine, and his grip on your hair instinctively loosens. Amused, confident even– even while literally kneeling by his feet.

Jesus H. Christ.

“You’re a dumb ass, Munson, you know that?” You say, the slight tilt to your words hinting at an affectionate tone that has him swallowing the dryness on the back of his throat. He almost doesn’t hear you over the sound of the blood rushing from his head down south.

“I live to entertain.” He hears himself say, and for once he thanks the fact his mouth moves faster than his brain.

#hopefully tumblr won't fuck this post up this fime around #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #YOU #YES YOU #suggestive #trash's writing tag o/

[flowerui]

♫ three little words (dedicate them to me), cyj

fluff, 4.8k words ୨୧ oh my god they were roommates :0 sorry to any academic weapons reading, im projecting a bit as an academic failure lol

wherein it only takes you about twenty-nine years to realize you're in love with your best friend... at least you got there!

꒰ requested. gender neutral reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used), reader is younger, unspecified age difference (but its implied that theyre very close in age), childhood friends to lovers, nonidol au, roommates, idiots in love, time skips, aging up, alcohol/drinking, a bit dialogue heavy, vomit is mentioned a few times, friend group ot4 ꒱

It’s hard to recall a time without Yeonjun; he appeared one day and stuck to you, almost as if he were a stubborn thorn in your side (said endearingly, of course).

It must’ve been when you were still in kindergarten—right, Yeonjun and his parents had moved in next door, and your moms both became friends and arranged a play date. Yeonjun had brought his PlayStation over and let you play it with him, so, obviously, to five-year-old you, that made the two of you best friends right away.

“Are you almost done?” Yeonjun bemoans from your bedroom floor, urging you to look up from your piles of textbooks and worksheets finally.

“No, I told you I needed to study and that you should go to your own house, you bum. Just ‘cause you don’t give a shit about your education doesn't mean I don’t.”

“You almost flunked last year. And you’re only studying because your mom saw you got a three out of a hundred on your algebra test,” Yeonjun deadpans, “how do you even score that bad?” Ugh, lucky, naturally academically gifted asshole. You roll your eyes and toss a pencil at his stupid face.

“Whatever,” you grumble, it’s not your fault you can’t be an academic weapon, and that school is whooping your ass instead with academics as a weapon. “I feel like my brain is about to start leaking out of my ears anyway, wanna go to yours?”

Yeonjun grins, sitting up from your floor with a start, finally regaining some of his earlier excitement before he had to wait nearly four hours (all of which were spent pestering you) while you attempted to study. “I ditched school yesterday to get a copy of Resident Evil 4 from GameStop.”

“What the hell—and you didn’t invite me?” you whine, “That’s cold, you better let me try it first.”

It’s hours later into the evening when you’re watching Yeonjun attempt to get through the wretched cabin section that you died approximately… thirteen times trying to get through, that he says, “You remember that guy, Taehyun, right? In my AP History class.”

“Mhm,” you hum, blinking your bleary eyes at Yeonjun’s TV screen from your very comfortable spot on his couch.

“He doesn’t usually talk a whole lot to me, but today, I couldn’t get him to shut up,” Yeonjun huffs a laugh as he maneuvers the character, Leon, up the stairs on screen, seemingly making it farther than you could. “He was complaining though, ‘cause he was partnered with this person who was into me. He couldn’t get any work done, they were just bugging him about me.”

You tear your focus from the TV to look at the side of Yeonjun’s face, you can see part of his furrowed brow and pursed lips. “Oh.”

It doesn’t surprise you that a lot of people seem to be interested in Yeonjun at school. In middle school, people started coming up to you, asking if you’d put in a good word for them with Yeonjun, because they ‘like-liked’ him, and you were his best friend. Then, it was at the end of eighth grade that you started telling those people to grow a pair and talk to him themselves.

You suppose you kind of understand. Yeonjun’s nice when he’s not being a little shit… and he’s not horrible to look at, one might even say he’s good-looking.

“Are you into them?” The question seems to roll off your tongue easily, but you’re not even sure why you asked, you don’t think you want to know. For some reason, thinking about it churns your stomach a bit.

“...No, I mean, they’re pretty, but,” Yeonjun sighs, tossing his controller to the side as he dies a second time. “they seem kinda… much. I dunno, Taehyun said they literally wouldn’t talk to him about anything besides me the entire class. It kinda weirded me out.”

“Hm, yeah.” You hum, a weird feeling of… relief washing over you. Yeonjun’s mom comes in to ask if you’re staying for dinner before you can think about it too hard.

Later that night, when you’re stuck staring blankly at your ceiling, you decide you were just relieved that Yeonjun wasn’t going to end up with some overly possessive weirdo. It’d suck to lose your best friend that way.

“Please do not throw up, because if you throw up, then I’m gonna throw up.”

“I’m not gonna throw up,” Yeonjun insists, but it doesn’t sound all too credible with the way he slurs his words, maybe you’ve also had too much to drink, but you swear he looks a little green. “I… am perfectly fine, thank you very much.”

“Uhuh.”

“Don’t ‘uhuh’ me,” Yeonjun grumbles with an attempted glare, you find that you can’t take him all too seriously, though; the flush on his cheeks, his inability to keep his eyes open for more than five seconds, and his perpetual pout make it all too difficult. “Oh, I—I think I’m gonna hurl.” He braces himself against the bar, eyes suddenly more awake.

That would be the reason you end up in a grimy bathroom on your twenty-first, making sure your best friend’s hair is out of the way as he empties the contents of his stomach into a toilet bowl.

“Why’d you drink so much, you know you’re a lightweight.” You ask when Yeonjun seems to be done, frowning as you wipe off his mouth with a paper towel.

“Am not,” he protests petulantly. “I was just—I just felt like it ‘cause I thought it’d make me feel better ‘nd I could stop thinking about other shit.”

“Did something happen?”

“...I stopped seeing that person I told you about.”

“Why? I thought it was going well?” ‘Well’ might be a bit of an overstatement. Like most of Yeonjun’s partners, you didn’t hear a whole lot about this new one, met them once for a brief moment, then didn’t hear of them again. It seems to be a common theme in Yeonjun’s relationships—his fleeting interest, you haven’t figured out if you should say anything about it.

“It was just, um. ‘M not over someone…. I didn’t feel right staying in a relationship knowing I’m still not over someone else.”

Oddly enough, that felt rather sobering to hear. You hum, stomach feeling a little off—you hope you aren’t going to throw up next… “You haven’t told me about that, wanna talk about it? It might feel better than drinking too much and throwing up in a disgusting bathroom. Don’t quote me on that, though.”

Yeonjun blinks slowly, then chuckles, “I’ll tell you about it some other time, I just really want to be in bed right now.”

Instead of getting an Uber or something, you trudge down the sidewalk with a clingier-than-usual Yeonjun, who barely manages to walk in a straight line. You internally celebrate when your apartment building comes into view; one of you seriously needs to get a car.

You have to convince Yeonjun to shower before you, almost like a petulant child. 

And apparently, wanting to be in bed means taking up most of your mattress and hogging your blankets for the night, because when you finish showering, you return to your room to find your bed occupied. You could just steal Yeonjun’s bed for the night… but you end up just crawling into bed beside him, listlessly trying to reclaim your covers.

He never ended up telling you about this mystery person he’s not over.

“I just don’t think it’s going to work out.” You sigh.

“But why? I thought things between us were going great, I—”

“I’m sorry, I just don’t see this relationship progressing any further.”

“But, I—I told my mom about you! You can’t leave me, I love you!”

“Ugh, you asshole,” you cry out as Yeonjun pretends to cry hysterically and shakes you by your shoulders, “You’re supposed to be taking this seriously and helping me!”

Yeonjun cackles as you shove him away, “I mean he could react like that, couldn’t he?” Then, he sighs and places his hands on your shoulders—not shaking you this time. “Okay, seriously, it’s going to be fine, you’ll be in a public space, so worst case scenario, he embarrasses himself.”

“You’re right… ugh, I’m gonna be late.”

“You’re the one who wanted to rehearse the conversation again.”

Before sending you off, Yeonjun smushes your face, cooing, “Okay, go dump your boyfriend, my duckling, I’ll be waiting here with takeout and beer.”

“You are a grown-ass man.” You deadpan before you’re finally off.

It’s been a good few months since you started seeing this new guy—his name’s Mark, you realized you liked him enough to make things more official after several good dates. But, you’ve already been considering breaking things off with him for a while now; you seem to have this recurring issue when it comes to relationships… You just can’t seem to envision a future that includes your partner, even when it’s going well you ultimately lose interest.

Mark seems like a good guy, too, which makes you feel worse, but it’d be even worse to just lead him on, right? That’s what you continue reminding yourself as you trudge into a nice café that will be tainted by the memory of you dumping a nice guy for the rest of your life. You’ll never be able to enjoy the sweet treats of ‘Arcadia’ ever again.

“Hey, there you are,” Mark smiles as you take the seat across from him.

“Yeah, uh, sorry, I had to help my roommate out.” A fib, even though your mother tells you honesty is the best policy. Well, she lied about Santa and the tooth fairy; besides, your fib sounds nicer than ‘I was rehearsing how to break up with you with my best friend’.

“No worries.”

“Um,” it’s better to just get it over with, you remind yourself, just rip the bandaid off, “so, I wanted to talk to you.”

“Uh oh, that doesn’t sound too good,” Mark chuckles, then clears his throat and continues when you don’t laugh, “What’s up?”

With a deep breath, you let it spill out all at once, “I don’t think this is going to work out, I just don’t see us—this relationship going any further. I’m sorry and I hope you can understand.” Okay, that wasn’t too scary, if you’re ignoring your shaky, clammy palms against your knees.

Mark nods, then looks down at his lap, then back at you, “I guess I should’ve seen it coming, I mean, I’ve seen the way you and your roommate look at each other.”

“Uh… you what?”

“You don’t have to play dumb about it, it’s obvious the both of you are in love. Guess I just liked you so much I hoped I could change your mind.” Mark sighs, “I think I’m gonna… go, sorry.” He says, then leaves you to spiral.

‘Obvious the both of you are in love’? You and Yeonjun? That’s ridiculous, right?

Leaving what was once your favorite café in a daze, you’re suddenly glad that you’d decided to walk instead of drive; you barely register entering your apartment complex, and unlocking your door.

“Hey,” Yeonjun is on the couch, takeout and a pack of beer spread on the coffee table as promised, “how’d it go?”

“It went fine,” you say with a smile that doesn’t quite make its way to your eyes, “he took it as well as he could have.” It’s weird, that you don’t just word vomit out every small detail, like you tend to with Yeonjun. But somehow, something about divulging everything feels weirder, so in a rare twist of events, you keep quiet.

Seemingly taking the hint that that’s going to be all you say for the time being, Yeonjun changes the topic, “Go change so we can eat, the new episode of The Vampire Diaries is literally about to start in like two seconds.”

“What the hell! I didn’t think I was gone for that long!” You shriek and make a run for it to your room to change out of your outside clothes.

Yeonjun snorts when you return, plopping onto the couch while trying to catch your breath. “I lied, there’s still like half an hour.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you hiss, and pummel him with the nearest throw pillow.

“I’m starting to think I’m gonna end up alone,” with a grunt, you tug your blanket up higher, “why’re we both so bad at relationships?”

“Rude,” Yeonjun flicks your forehead, and if you weren’t so cozy, full of food, and three cans of beer drunker, you might’ve sat up to take your revenge. But alas, moving even a mere inch feels like a herculean effort.

“You’re rude,” you stick your tongue out at him childishly. “Y’know I didn’t mean it like that, though, right?”

“I know.”

“Mm. Maybe…” You focus your bleary eyes on Yeonjun’s face above you. Even from this unfortunate angle, from where your head rests on his lap, he looks so… “If we’re not… If we’re still single by the time we’re thirty-four, I think we should just marry each other.”

Yeonjun laughs, “Okay, I think it’s bedtime, don’t you have work in the morning?”

If you hadn’t fallen asleep right then, you might’ve clapped back with a witty response, or you might’ve sat up, and looked at Yeonjun dead in the eyes and told him that you were serious.

“No, Mom, I am still not in a relationship,” you pause, then sigh, “Yes, I know I’m not getting any younger. And, no, I’m not gonna—wait, what?”

“You heard me, I asked when you’re going to give in and just marry Yeonjun. I like him, he’d be a nice son-in-law, he practically already is at this point!”

Only mothers would have the audacity. You have to pull your phone away from your ear to stare at the outgoing call screen in astonishment. “What… are you talking about?” You ask when you bring your phone back to your ear.

“Oh, c’mon. You’ve been living together since you were what, nineteen? Neither of you dates anymore, you spend all your free time together…You may as well get hitched at this point, instead of denying your poor mother the opportunity of watching her child get married any longer.”

You perk up at the call of your name, seeing two of your coworkers rush over, “Hey—random question—how early do you think is too early to get engaged? Lia’s only been with her partner for like three months, and they’re already engaged! You’ve been with your boyfriend for years, right? And neither of you has proposed?”

“Uh? My… boyfriend?”

“Yeah? Your boyfriend, his name’s Yeonjun, right?”

“Oh, he’s not my… He’s just my best friend.” You’re not sure what’s more embarrassing, the fact that all this time, it seemed like you and Yeonjun were dating, or having to tell two of your coworkers that you are actually painfully single. It doesn’t make it any better that the majority of your coworkers, while nice, are known for gossiping—all mostly harmless.

You expect your mother to make you feel bad about your relationship status (out of love), but not your coworkers.

“It’s weird, lately, I’ve realized that people think me and Yeonjun are together…? My mom even told me to just go and marry him, like?”

“Oh, you poor sweet summer child…”

“Have you still seriously not realized?” Taehyun pipes up beside Kai who regards you with a pitiful look. What’s up with everyone lately? You’re starting to feel like you’re the only one missing something.

“Realized what?”

“Oh, you’re hopeless.” Taehyun laments, looking as if he’s about ready to tear his hair out or reach across the dining table to knock some sense into you.

Ideally, you’d like to think you’re not at all oblivious. But, after many strange occurrences, you can’t help but consider: that you’ve never properly thought of Yeonjun that way—in a romantic sense. He’s always just been Yeonjun; the only person who you know for a fact you can trust with anything, and the only person who will stick with you despite all of your bullshit, like a stubborn thorn you can’t seem to be rid of (not that that’s an issue). He’s your everything, really.

When you imagine your future, you always see him fit in there somehow—but it occurs to you that as someone who’s never had a complete interest in marriage, or any romantic relationships for a long time for that matter, you could imagine walking down the aisle with Yeonjun, and more. Not only that, but you like imagining it.

Oh.

How dense can one be to fail to realize they’ve been in love with their best friend all this time? After nearly three decades of friendship, it’s seriously taken you this long to get to this conclusion? All those failed relationships you tried so hard to make work, it was all for nothing, because you couldn’t realize what you felt for what you already had! So much time wasted…

“Are you feeling okay?” Yeonjun apparates beside you, a palm carefully tracing circles over your upper back.

You feel bad for how you jolt away from him, seeing the surprise and mild hurt pass over his features in a split second. If you didn’t know Yeonjun like the back of your hand, you might’ve missed it. “...Sorry, I dunno—I’ve been kind of out of it lately, I think I just need to relax.”

“You haven’t been overworking yourself again, have you?”

“No…”

Yeonjun gives you a look as though he doesn’t quite believe you, but drops it. This time, you don’t jump away like frightened prey when he touches you—wraps around your side. “Let’s watch something tonight? I’ve been hearing about this new Kdrama called ‘My Demon’.”

“That sounds straight out of Wattpad… I’ll order the food.”

“Happy birthday,” Yeonjun sings as he saunters into your bedroom at… way too early in the morning. But all’s forgiven with the realization he comes bearing gifts—food. “What’s that, thirty-four punches I’m gonna have to give you, now? Fuck, you’re old,” he says as he sets down a delectable-looking plate of your favorite breakfast on your nightstand.

“Shut up, you’re older than me.” You narrow your eyes, sitting up to reach for your birthday breakfast.

“And if you punch me thirty-four times, you will not live to see another day, Choi.”

Getting older has meant that your birthdays have become a lot less eventful, but you haven’t quite minded it. They’re spent with your favorite person, anyway, so no complaints on your end.

Yet, somehow, you end up on a beach on the night of your birthday, sitting on a beach towel Yeonjun had neatly spread out and admiring the night sky. You’d had a simple plan to laze around at home all day, eat something good for dinner, drink a little more than you should, and then sleep like the dead. However, Yeonjun had other plans when he’d announced the night before that he was taking you on a day trip the next morning. ‘It’s only a six-hour drive’, he’d said, because he’s insane.

You suppose you had a little more to your original plan… you guess you also intended to profess your newly realized love for your best friend, and potentially ruin about twenty-nine years of friendship if things happened to go wayward. Well, you still intend on getting that over with.

“Happy birthday,” Yeonjun says once more, as he returns from the car with an unopened bottle of wine and two wine glasses. Huh, you guess that’s why he took so long to grab something to drink from the ‘cooler’, actually... do either of you even own a cooler? “Better appreciate this wine, it was pricey.”

“I distinctly recall telling you not to spend much on me this year,” you sigh, but you’re staring down the bottle, “and you already arranged this impromptu trip.”

“Well, I wanted to, it’s not every day you turn thirty-four.” Yeonjun doesn’t add anything else, as he hands you the bottle of wine; you decide not to call out how he can’t meet your eyes properly.

Cabernet Sauvignon 1999, the bottle reads. You don’t know much about wine—you’re not that old yet—just that it usually tastes good. “Is it good? I don’t think I’ve tried Cabernet Sauvignon, have I?”

“You haven’t, I think you’ll like it. It would’ve gone well with dinner.”

You hum, taking a corkscrew handed to you, as Yeonjun takes a seat beside you.

A couple of glasses later, you blurt, “Thanks. For this—the trip, dinner. And the wine. I like it a lot.” It’s not quite what you’d meant to say, in such a stilted manner. You guess you need a little more liquid courage, as you pour yourself another glass.

“I can tell, that’s like your third glass.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, as Yeonjun snorts into his glass. Cheeks warming, you start internally motivating yourself—if being alive for thirty-four years has taught you anything, it’s that everything’s worth a shot. You miss a hundred of the shots you don’t take… or whatever the saying is. “Do you remember that time I said we should just marry each other if we’re still single by thirty-four?”

After a pause, Yeonjun raises a brow, “Yes?”

“I’m surprised you remember that, considering you passed out right after… Are you saying we should get married, then?” Something passes over his features before he turns to you, and laughs something that isn’t exactly humorous, “I think that might be enough wine for you.”

“I’ve only had two glasses.”

“Two-and-a-half,” you correct after glancing down at your half-full glass. “I’m not drunk, maybe a teensy bit tipsy, but—fuck, that’s not the point.”

“What is the point you’re trying to make then? Yeonjun laughs, it almost looks like that familiar glint has returned to his eyes. You’d appreciate it if you weren’t about to implode.

“I, uh,” you clear your throat. Yeonjun continues to regard you with amusement; you vaguely wonder if he’ll still be amused once you manage to get the words—your confession out, or if you’ll go and ruin everything because of some stupid feelings. “Fuck, this is kinda difficult.”

“Okay, um,” maintaining eye contact is a test of your mental strength, which is why you avert your gaze even though you’ve turned to face Yeonjun, as you utter your next sentence, “So, it’s taken me an embarrassingly long time to realize that I’ve, uh, sort of, kind of been in love with you for probably forever. No, I—”

“I’m in love with you,” you rephrase more confidently, yet you end up shrinking in on yourself when the only response you receive is Yeonjun blinking blankly at you. “So, um, you could say something… right about now. Like, you hate me and are kicking me out? Well, ideally, you could say that you feel the same and—”

“Breathe,” Yeonjun reaches over to squeeze your clammy hand. Taking a breath as instructed, you realize you have not been breathing properly since you began speaking. “I was just—you’re being serious? You aren’t just drunk, and you aren’t fucking with me?”

“Two-and-a-half glasses, I’m tipsy at worst,” you reiterate, “and I’m not fucking with you either.”

“Oh.” Yeonjun breathes, which does nothing to assuage the anxiety that feels like it might have colored your face pallid, as it incessantly knocks against your ribcage.

“Oh? C’mon man, I just confessed my love to you, give me a little more than ‘Oh’, I’m nervous as shit right now.”

“Sorry, I was just…” Yeonjun laughs, the asshole laughs. “We really are best friends, huh? I spent all week trying to figure out how to make your birthday special, and confess my love to you at the end of the night. And here you are, beating me to it.”

“You… oh.”

“C’mon man, give me a little more than ‘Oh’, I just told you your love is reciprocated,” Yeonjun laughs as he repeats your previous words, teasing, “I’m nervous as shit, too.”

So, you down the rest of your glass before setting it aside and scooting too close for comfort, and ask, “Can I kiss you?” Because if thirty-four years of life has taught you anything, it’s to not waste any more time.

“Uh… yes.” Yeonjun’s widened eyes dart from both of your eyes, to your lips, and back.

And, so, you close the distance to kiss him. 

Maybe it’s not magical, maybe you don’t feel any supposed sparks or fireworks. But it feels right, like it’s meant to be as you cup Yeonjun’s cheek and shift to curl your hand around his nape. It feels like caressing the petals of a burgundy rose.

(“Have you just always known you loved me? Even when I threw up on you the first time we got drunk?” You ask, a few hours, and a couple more glasses of wine later.

“Ew, but yes, I knew I loved you even then.”

“...Huh. Would you still love me if a witch cursed me and I turned into a worm tomorrow?”

Yeonjun snorts, “A worm?” then he hums in thought, “I would buy the biggest terrarium, and the nicest dirt I can find, and take care of you. I’d find the witch and make her turn you back into a lovely human, too.”

“Good answer,” you smile, leaning over to kiss Yeonjun again, he tastes a little like remnants of Cabernet Sauvignon, deep and red, urging you to kiss him a little deeper. “I love you,” you whisper against his lips when you part.)

Upon thinking about it, not much changes between you and Yeonjun; apart from the kissing, consistently sharing a bed, sober I love you’s, and the other ‘unnecessary PDA’, as Taehyun so kindly put it, while Soobin had fixed the two of you with a disgusted look (you know that deep down somewhere, he’s happy for you both), and Beomgyu shot a thumbs up before going back to hogging the cookies Soobin baked—Kai was more focused on trying to steal some cookies, which he managed.

Your mother had practically wept out of joy when you told her the news, ‘I’m going to see my baby get married! I thought the day would never come!’ she’d cried out, and rushed to tell anyone that would listen to her. Overdramatic, and a little hurtful, by the way… You didn’t even say anything about marriage, either!

“Hm?” You reluctantly blink your eyes open at the call of your name, to see Yeonjun looking at you with a suspicious grin on his face.

“I love you.”

“...What did you do? I love you too, though, even if I have to become an accomplice.”

“I didn’t do anything bad, I just love you.”

“Mm, you loser. I love you more.”

“Hm, are you sure about that?” Yeonjun hums, your eyes follow him as he sits up and reaches for something from his nightstand, “‘Cause I think I love you more? So much that I’m asking if you’d do me the honor of marrying me.” He says so casually, contrasting how he carefully opens a small, velvety box. It gives a quiet creak as it pops open, revealing a simple silver band. A ring. An engagement ring.

After blinking the fatigue out of your eyes, and confirming that you’re not seeing or hearing things, you sit up with a start, “You—

“You dick, why would you propose to me while I’m half-asleep?!”

“Well, if you said no, I could’ve just written it off as you being tired and mishearing me… I’ll get you a nicer wedding ring, too, if you say yes, that is. Well, I already have one—”

Yeonjun grunts as you throw yourself onto him, “You’re such an idiot, I love you. Yes, I’ll marry you, there’s no question about it.”

You can’t recall the moment you started loving Yeonjun; maybe it was the day you met and he let you play his PlayStation. Maybe it was in middle school when more people started to see him, or maybe it was in high school…

Maybe you can’t pinpoint the exact moment, maybe you’ve just always loved Yeonjun. It’d be hard not to love him; he’s as beautiful as a white rose—inside and out—one that you’d pluck from the dirt with your bare hands, thorns and all, just to keep to yourself, even if for a little while. Maybe that’s selfish, but you think that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.

You part from Yeonjun as your friends and family cheering fills your ears. Feeling like words can’t do your feelings in that moment justice, you kiss him once more, in hopes to convey them a little better.

“I know. I love you,” he says, because he knows you best.

Grinning so happily that your cheeks begin to ache, you properly part from Yeonjun this time, and walk hand-in-hand down the aisle.

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[yournowheregirl]

remember when i said this was gonna be 5 parts? psych! it’s gonna be six parts of the secret-dolly-parton-fan eddie munson saga (thanks again for all the love on this fic & a special thanks to @gothbat99 and @legitcookie for listening to my rambling about this part 🥰)

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 5] [part 6 + complete on ao3]

part 4: i will always love you

Eddie never thought himself to be an overthinker. 

In fact, during the majority of his life a lot of people assumed he didn't think at all considering the way he flunked senior year twice (He got there in the end, though). But lately - well, actually ever since Pat swore up and down Steve isn’t as straight as Eddie originally thought - Eddie’s brain has been running at a hundred miles an hour.

More specifically, Pat’s words have been echoing through his mind, haunting him, torturing him, every time he hangs out with Steve.

“Hey man, that shirt looks really great on you.” Steve says one day when Eddie shows up at Family Video wearing a red henley. It’s an old shirt he found earlier that week when Wayne forced him to clean out his closet, a little tight but it still fit so Eddie decided to keep it.

“What, this old thing?” Eddie scoffs, playing with the frayed hem of the shirt.

“Yeah, it’s… it suits you. Looks nice.” Steve smiles. 

“Thanks.” Eddie replies. His smile is tight, in the hopes that he doesn’t give away the swarm of butterflies currently residing in his stomach.

But are ya sure that boy’s straight?

“Wait, what’s happening again?” Steve asks one night during Will’s latest Hellfire campaign. 

It’s the first time in literal years that Eddie’s been playing a character instead of DM’ing and so far, he’s been very impressed with Will replacing him. Though his story lines can be a little too detailed at times, which makes it hard for Steve - who hasn’t been there during every D&D night - to keep up. 

So, Eddie explains it to him. He’s patient, keeping his voice low so the others won’t overhear and carefully watches Steve connect the dots. Watches how that cute little frown in between his eyebrows slowly fades away and is replaced with a soft smile. 

“Which brings us here, to the Rotting Grove and now we gotta wait until Dustin’s character makes a decision.” Eddie says finally, but Steve stays quiet. He’s still looking at Eddie, eyes wide with wonder, maybe he still doesn’t understand the plot just yet. “Sorry, did I go too fast? You want me to start again?”

“No, no, I got it.” Steve shakes his head, smiling. “Thanks for explaining it, though. You’re a great story teller, Eddie.” He says, bumping their shoulders together but never pulling away.

Steve stays glued to Eddie’s side throughout the rest of the night, whispering the occasional question or snarky comment in his ear, sending a chill down Eddie’s spine every time he feels Steve’s lips brush against his skin.

But are ya sure that boy’s straight?

“You really gotta be more careful.” Steve says sternly one afternoon, after Eddie has fallen face-first onto the ground during one of Max’ skateboarding lessons, leaving him with a nasty graze on his cheek. 

“I was being- fucking Christ, Steve.” Eddie hisses as Steve dabs a washcloth against Eddie’s bloodied cheek. “Will you stop that? That hurts like hell.”

Steve ignores his protests, rolling his eyes. “An infection hurts even more, so just stay still, will you?”

His hand, big and warm, finds Eddie’s hip, holding him still against the bathroom counter, as Eddie tries to think of literally anything that’ll stop his blood from going south because this not the place or time to pop a boner right now. Which somehow results in him being particularly mopey to Steve.

“I can take care of myself y’know? Been doin’ it all my life.” He grunts when Steve slowly removes the washcloth. 

“I know you can.” Steve replies softly. “But sometimes it’s nice to have someone taking care of you for a change.”

He runs his thumb over Eddie’s cheek, wiping away the last of the blood before placing his his hand on Eddie’s jaw, turning his face to see if there are any wounds to be taken care of. When Steve nods, obviously proud of his work, Eddie almost wants to go out there and trip another time, just to feel Steve’s hands on his skin again. 

“Besides, you need someone around here who actually knows first aid. God forbid something happens to that pretty face of yours.” Steve smirks, before patting Eddie’s chest and walking out of the bathroom, leaving Eddie speechless for the first time in his life.

But are ya sure that boy’s straight?

Pat’s words keep getting louder and louder in his mind to the point that it’s the only thing Eddie can think about. He overanalyzes every single one of Steve’s movements, every word that rolls off his tongue, every glance sent his way, to the point that he swears he’s going insane.

Because the more he starts thinking about it, the more Pat might actually be right and isn’t that the most terrifying thing in the wold?

-xxx-

“Dude, will you stop that?”

Eddie looks up from where he was mindlessly staring out the window and glares at Dustin, who glares right back at him. “What?”

“Your leg.” Dustin pokes him in said leg, the one that’s been bouncing uncontrollably for the past few minutes. “It’s fucking annoying.”

Dustin’s been at the Munson trailer since early afternoon, figuring out the perfect songs to  put on the mixtape he’s mailing Suzie for their anniversary. Eddie had felt honored that Dustin came to him, rather than the so-called leading expert on romance (Steve) but now his patience is wearing thin. 

Don’t get him wrong, he loves the squirt with all his heart, but Dustin’s been contemplating between two very similar songs for thirty minutes now and his indecisiveness is starting to get on Eddie’s nerves.

“Maybe if you hurried the fuck up, my leg wouldn’t be shakin’ Henderson.” Eddie retorts. “C’mon, hurry up, will ya? I got places to go, people to meet.”

Dustin snorts. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“You know, going out to the woods to deal doesn’t exactly count as Friday evening plans.” Dustin says.

“Hey!” Eddie protests. “You know I don’t do that shit anymore, not with those shady government assholes watching my every move.” He sighs, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. “But if you must know, me and Steve are having a movie night at his place and you know how huffy he gets when I’m late.”

That’s not entirely true. Sure, Eddie’s going over to the Harrington house tonight and sure they’re gonna watch a movie, but it’s also the night that Eddie decided to finally make a move on Steve. And maybe, if everything goes right, tonight will be the night that he finds the guts to Steve how he feels.

Which is why Dustin needs to get a move on because he really needs those extra few hours to contemplate his existence, have a panic attack, talk himself down from said panic attack and figure out what he’s going to wear.

“Okay, now I know you’re lying.” Dustin says, looking anything but impressed with Eddie.

“What? I ain’t lying, Henderson.” Eddie frowns. He grabs the VHS tape from the coffee table and waves it in Dustin’s face. “See, I got the movie and everything.”

“Yeah, well, you must have gotten the days mixed up.” Dustin shrugs. “Steve’s got a date tonight.”

“Yeah, right.” Eddie says, rolling his eyes at Dustin and ignoring the way his heart is starting to beat a little faster out of sheer panic. “Steve hasn’t been on a date since he broke up with Emily. And even if he has a date, I doubt he would’ve planned it at the same time as our movie night.”

“Well sorry to burst your bubble, but I know for a fact that Steve’s got a date tonight because he told me.” Dustin’s tone is bordering on condescending but Eddie doesn’t even have energy to tell him off right now because what the fuck? What does Dustin mean by that? And maybe more importantly, why did Steve leave Eddie in the dark about all this?

A heavy feeling settles down in his stomach, but he can’t let Dustin see his inner turmoil so he goes with indifference instead. “Pff, sure he did.”

“I saw him buy roses, Eddie! They were red too and that’s like, a dead giveaway for romance!” Dustin declares. “And when I talked to him about it he got this… weird, mushy look in his eye, which by the way gross, and said something about making tonight special and shit. Which again, gross, but if that doesn’t scream romantic evening to me, then I don’t know what is!”

Slowly, as Dustin’s words are starting to sink in, the heavy feeling grows stronger and stronger until Eddie feels his stomach drop.

Steve’s going on a date. 

Steve’s going on a date and just ditches Eddie without saying a word.

Steve’s going on a date with someone who isn’t Eddie.

Steve’s going on a date which means Pat was wrong.

“Get out.” Eddie says, voice on edge.

“Geez, didn’t know you’d get so upset. It’s just a cancelled movie night, I’m sure Steve-”

“Out!” Eddie exclaims, his tone way harsher than it needs to be. It obviously affects Dustin, who flinches at his words, but Eddie doesn’t care. Well, he does but he’ll apologize to Dustin later, once he starts to feel normal about all of this. 

Dustin quietly packs his stuff, mumbling something under his breath as Eddie just stands there, frozen. Eyes glued to the coffee stain on the carpet, mind reeling with thoughts of Steve ditching him for some date he didn’t even tell him about. 

He hears Dustin say a quiet goodbye but he stays there for a good few minutes before he finally snaps out of his trance and grabs the keys to the van from the kitchen counter. He doesn’t even see the dark clouds forming in the sky, he just gets in the van and drives. 

-xxx-

Rain is still pouring down when Eddie arrives at the Off-Road. Not that he really cares about the weather right now, he’s got other things on his mind. He pulls his leather jacket over his head and jogs over to the entrance, only to find the door closed and the lights off.

Great. Like his day couldn’t get any worse.

Eddie slumps down on the porch in front of the bar, not caring that he’s sitting on wet wood or that the wind is blowing the raindrops right in his face. The rain is actually pretty nice right now, hiding the tears that are slowly rolling down his cheek.

Crying over Steve motherfuckin’ Harrington. That’s a new low, even for him.

And the thing is, any other time Eddie could’ve dealt with Steve getting another date. Yeah, it’d probably hurt like a bitch and Eddie would’ve been sulking for a day or two, but he would’ve been fine. It would’ve been just another Emily situation, just another reminder that Steve would never been his.

But Steve keeping him in the dark about his date, Steve just flat-out cancelling their movie night without even telling him, after weeks of, let’s be honest, low-key flirting? That somehow hurts even more. It just feels like Steve doesn’t really care about him, like Steve’s using him like a fucking Kleenex - use once, then throw away when it’s no longer useful.

The thoughts in his head are so loud, so overwhelming, that he doesn’t even hear a pick-up truck stopping a few steps from him. Doesn’t hear the hushed voices or the wet sounds of footsteps through the mud.

“Ed? Whatcha doin’ here kid?”

Eddie looks up from where he had been staring at his feet, only to find Pat and Tish standing in front of him, huddled together underneath an umbrella. The worried looks on both their faces makes Eddie just cry even harder.

“Oh honey.” Tish says softly. “Let’s get you inside, okay?”

Pat and Tish lead him inside and up the stairs that lead to the apartment above the bar. It’s small, but cozy and feels like a home, with little trinkets and old photos scattered just about everywhere. Pat firmly plants Eddie down at the kitchen table and hands him a couple of towels as his tears slowly start to fade. He hadn’t even realized how cold he was until Pat throws a woolen blanket over his shoulders and Tish puts down a pot of hot chamomile tea.

“So…” Pat says as she sits down across from him at the kitchen table. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Eddie sniffs, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “It’s stupid.”

“We’ll be the judge of that.” Pat says sternly, though her eyes are soft. “Now tell us what happened.”

And Eddie just spills everything. How Pat’s advice has been haunting him, how he’s been overanalyzing every of Steve’s moves, how he was so sure that Steve liked him back, only to be tossed aside without a care. He tears up again a few times and it’s so embarrassing he wants to be buried alive, even with Pat and Tish just listening and telling him it’s okay.

Once he’s done, he just feels empty - no more tears to cry, no more words to say, just an empty, hollow feeling where his heart used to be. 

“Eddie, I’m so sorry, honey.” Tish sighs as she pours him another cup of tea. He’s not usually a tea drinker but he’s had two cups already - he swears Tish put some kind of crack in it, rather than sugar cubes. “For what it’s worth, he doesn’t deserve you. Not if he treats like you like, pardon my French, dogshit.”

Hearing Tish swear, while she’s generally so prim and proper, makes Eddie laugh, even through his dried-up tears. “Thanks, Tish.” He sighs, slouches down in his chair and looks up at the wooden ceiling. “But I guess this was good, in some twisted, fucked up way. Just the slap in the face I needed.”

“What’d you mean?” Pat frowns.

“It’s just… I been running after him like some lovesick puppy even though I know he’ll never feel the same.” Eddie says. “And it’s not doing me any good, now is it? Guess this is a sign that it’s time for me to move on.”

He knows he said that before, back when Steve started dating Emily, and even though it clearly didn’t work out the way he wanted to, Eddie has to make it work now. He has to say goodbye to Steve because he’s not so sure his poor heart’ll survive if he doesn’t.

And he knows exactly how he’s going to do just that.

Eddie jumps up from the table and races downstairs, ignoring Pat and Tish’s confused noises as they follow him. He fumbles with the lights for a moment but as soon as the lights are partially on, Eddie walks up to the podium, grabs the guitar off the wall and sits down on the stool that has become so familiar to him.

The bar is silent because of course it is and for a second Eddie just wants to laugh at how weird this whole situation - singing in a bar just to process his dumb feelings, even with no audience around (well, there’s an audience if you count Pat, Tish and the wind howling outside). But he has to do this, needs to do this, audience be damned. 

His hands are shaking, hesitating to play the first few chords. It’s not like he doesn’t know the song, in fact he knows it by heart and played it plenty of times, But he never actually sang the words, too scared what’ll mean if he’ll say them out loud. 

“If I, should stay… I would only be in your way. So, I’ll go but I’ll know, I’ll think of you each step of the way.” Eddie sing softly, voice already wavering because he was right for not singing this song before - it fucking hurts. “And I… will always love you.”

Eddie’s voice echoes through the empty bar, causing to sound more hollow than it already is. A shiver runs up his spine when he feels a cool breeze of wind - the wind must’ve flung the door open. Eddie doesn’t look up, closes his eyes instead and lets the music take him.

“Bittersweet memories, that’s all I’m taking with me.” He hears Pat and Tish whispering to another, can’t really see them from where they’re standing in the dark but their hushed voices sound tense. Not that Eddie’s really listening, it’s all background noise as he continues strumming his guitar. 

“Goodbye, please don’t cry. We both know…” Eddie chokes on his on voice, the words hitting a little too close to home. He takes a deep breath and tries again, refusing to shed anymore tears. “We both know that I’m not what you need.”

“Eddie?”

Someone’s calling out his name. A familiar voice. A way too familiar voice. 

Steve’s voice.

But that can’t be. Steve’s doesn’t knows he’s here. Steve’s too busy wooing his goddamn date with those goddamn roses.

It’s just in his head. It’s just his mind playing tricks on him. He just needs to finish this song and then this fake Steve will disappear and-

“And I… will always love you. I will always-” 

“Eddie, please.”

Eddie stops playing as a shadow washes over him, a figure blocking the spotlight. He squints, trying to identify whether it’s Pat or Tish who interrupted him, only to find that it’s neither of them

Because there, with floppy wet hair plastered to his face and a thoroughly soaked pink button-down and blue jeans, stands the one person Eddie had run away from in the first place.

Steve.

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Preliminary Poll

Newton Pud

Submission reason:

1. he was in (arguably) the worst/most buggy game in the trilogy, personally i think its a good game as long as you remember to back up your save regularly (lest all your progress and projects randomly corrupt), but most disagree with me. there was 6 years before the next game in the franchise, and many consider this to be the reason why/the one that "killed LittleBigPlanet". 2. if i had to guess, some head of the games writing (idk how all that works 100%) had just played portal 2 and decided that they needed to add wheatley to their game. it was early enough in that it didn't *totally* ruin his character, but the inspiration is obvious and only *kinda* works. its like they didnt understand how/why wheatley was an idiot but still likable and instead just settled for CONSTANTLY making EVERY CHARACTER call Newton an idiot, even though as show in-game, he's just not. he just easily cracks under pressure and reached a point where he was willing to do anything to impress people, including but not limited to *kidnapping a small child and tricking them into summoning demons with him, leading him getting possessed*. side note, theres a total of 1 (one) character who doesn't call him stupid, and only because he doesn't mention him at all. fans shipped them to hell and back (understandable). 3. most of his story is briefly mentioned and never elaborated on. arguably the most important piece of his backstory, his parents being world-renowned for their intelligence and him flunking out of school, is in a co-op only level that only briefly mentions it (and implies he was just stupid rather than the much more obvious reason of anxiety regarding living up to his parents (and implied the ENTIRE WORLDS) expectations of him). 4. the ending, possibly the most insulting part. after we see a cutscene of the last remaining Titan (the previously mentioned demons) playing into his insecurities, calling him "Nothing! You're nothing. All you are is a big embarrassment! […] Ooh, look at me, I'm Newton! Everything I make turns out rubbish! […] My dad's a legend but I'm an incompetent oik!", they're finally defeated and he's saved by the player characters (Sackboy, Oddsock, Toggle, and Swoop). they free fall out of the tower the Titans built but are luckily caught by Newton's dad Capt. Pud, who proceeds to berate his son and treat him like a child. he just saved their lives, you'd think he'd express a little concern before anger. They then ride the aircraft to his moms house, where Newton builds a PORTAL BETWEEN DIMENTIONS for the player character gang to visit a party, which he asks to join. they all look at him with disgust. continued in the dlc The Journey Home, they proceed to call him stupid one last time because the calibration of the DIMENTIONAL PORTAL HE BUILT HIMSELF was slightly off and sent them to different parts of the right world. it wasn't even that off, there were all in the right general area, but they just had to remind us how much of a moron he is. another side note, it's mentioned a few times that he hates his parents (or at least his mother), but the ending has them living together even though Newton has his own place. look, i understand that this is a game for kids and i shouldn't expect him to cut off his family, even with how they tend to treat him, but if they weren't going to commit they shouldn't have written him like that.

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Heal What Has Been Hurt (Vampire! Eddie Munson) (DARK!SMUT)

MAJOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 SPOILERS

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Warnings: Noncon, noncon smut, corruption, Mentions of Blood and actions with blood, Drug Use, and usage, neck fetish, love bites, drugging, Degrating/dumbification, somnophilia, kidnapping

Pt.2 

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It had been about a 2 months since Eddie Munson had came back from the upside down. Everyone held out hope that their loved ones would come back since he and Will returned from the “dead”. After all, this was Hawkins and shit like that happened often now. Eddie looked different now, his skin was a bit lighter, he was more serious, and didn’t like being close to anyone anymore. His demeanor had completely changed and that eventually drew Dustin and his other friends away. They all still had a lot of love for Eddie but they figured that giving him some space for now would help. Eddie was terribly moody and snapped at anyone who crossed his path. He was just full of anger now.

When he finally showed up again to school, his mood would worsen. He hated being so close to everyone, he would make the students in the back of the room move from their seats so that he could be away from everyone. Most of the time he would be called a freak, looser, satanist, but people didn’t want to mess with him anymore. Eddie’s whole demeanor changed, and he was now seen as intimidating. Due to the missed classes, he had to retake a couple of them, his schedule changing constantly to make up for the lost time.

You had your fare share of exchanges with Eddie, he was always funny and you laughed at his jokes or his “class clown acts”. You and him had a couple classes together, and he made the time go by faster. You had flunked one year and when you started school, you had started it late, adding another year. You did your best in school, but you had your own set of challenges at home that prevented you from being completely present in class. Eddie would notice this sometimes and he’d try extra hard to see you smile. You had a crush on him, and the feeling was mutual, but you didn’t dare to make a move or even talk to him a little extra, you were already a loner and you didn’t want the extra target on your back for talking to Eddie. This made your heart ache, because you really did like him.

When he died, you cried for days. Regretting all those times you COULD have talked to him but you wasted the chance because of your stupid thoughts. You wished you could turn back time just to see his smile one last time, say goodbye. But you knew that that was just another stage of your grief. But the day that you heard he had returned from the dead you couldn’t believe it. This had to be some sick joke, but when you saw him again in your class, you nearly dropped to your knees. There he was, as if he had never left, sitting in the back of the class, his messy hair and his shiny rings, his slender fingers playing with his pencil. His style never failing to amaze you, what a blessing! He was here and in the flesh, a blessing like this could not be ignored. You had to talk to him, but how?

As your tried thinking about something, you walked towards your seat, which was right in front of Eddie. Wasn’t he in another English class? You thought to yourself, as you chewed the inside of your bottom lip. You met his gaze for half a second, quickly looking down and plopping yourself on the cold hard chair. He looked a bit different, but you thought it was nothing since you didn’t even look at him enough to fully analyze what you thought you saw. Through out the class, everyone occasionally looked back at you, wondering if you had anything on your face, you quickly wiped your mouth, and then you re adjusted your hair, then made sure your nose didn’t have a booger. You looked at someone who was looking and you realized that their eyes were not directly on you, they were looking behind you towards the incredibly silent Eddie. You barely heard him breathing, moving, and his presence didn’t even seem to be there at all.

For todays class, you had to pick a partner to do this English project. Ugh how you hated those, you were always the last person available or you’d get paired up with someone who didn’t do any of the work. You decided to ask Eddie if he’d be willing to be your partner, but you were too scared. He didn’t look friendly anymore and you wondered if he’d be mean to you like everyone else. You argued with yourself for a bit before impulsively turning around, facing Eddie. The fast movement caught his attention, making him snap his eyes towards you. Fuck fuck FUCK you couldn’t say anything, maybe this wasn’t a good idea, he clearly was upset. “Eddie…actually… I’m sorry…nevermind” you stammered, quickly turning around and placing your hands on your face. Why we’re you so embarrassing? You thought, running your fingers through your hair.

Eddie was in a terrible mood, but that changed when you turned to him. He just found you so cute, his lips curling up into a half smile. You were so quiet, shy, and innocent, you had a pure heart and you didn’t like attention. Thats why he liked you. He got up from his desk and grabbed his chair and moved next to you, “You’re my partner” he whispered, grabbing your paper and pencil. He wrote his name next to yours, looking at your flushed cheeks through your fingers. This made Eddie shiver, swallowing a couple times. There it is again, he thought, quickly thinking of something else.

You brought your hands down, looking at his hands and then his eyes. “I’m sorry, I have a hard time being social” you admitted, looking down again.

“You’re all good…so..what do you want to do for the project?” He asked, looking at your lips, then your neck, and down to your throat. He screwed his eyes shut, shaking his head slightly.

“Are you okay?” You asked noticing his pained expression. “Yeah I’m fine. Just the chills” he answered fast. “We’ll I can do the project, you don’t have to worry about it. Must be kind of shitty to have to do this class all over again” you chuckled, hoping he would laugh.

All he did was smile, careful not to do it too wide. “No, I wanna participate too. Being treated like everything is normal is necessary, I don’t want to be an exception”

“I see. Do you mind if I ask how you are? Im kind of..worried about you” you questioned, hoping he wouldn’t get mad.

Eddie shuffled in his seat, getting flashbacks to the upside down. His chests started to rise and fall quickly, as if he was going to have a panic attack. As you watched him you also started to panic, scared that you might have triggered him. Not knowing what to do, you just grabbed his hand, “Eddie, it’s okay. You’re safe”, your warm hand was holding his cold one, you thought that he needed a doctor. Eddie got ripped out of his almost trance, the feeling of your hand on his, made him go crazy, he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into your throat. He let go of your hand and shook his legs, placing his hands on the back of the chair, gripping them until he felt the plastic bend. He stared at you, seeming almost apologetic, “Darling, thank you for calming me down, but never touch me again” he warned. The rest of the class time went by painfully slow, only a few awkward words were exchanged between you two.

Before you could say anything again the bell sounded, releasing the class. Eddie grabbed his bag and walked out the door. You were conflicted inside, he had just called you darling but didn’t want you to touch him. Was he being sarcastic? Was he being nice? Did he not like you? All these thoughts swarmed you, not knowing what to make out of it. Grabbing your things you got up and headed for the door, but as you passed his seat you noticed that his chair had marks on the back, like as if it was molded using a hand. You also noticed that Eddie forgot his jacket, grabbing it, you stuffed it in your backpack. This would give you an excuse to talk to find him and talk to him during lunch.

Grabbing your food from the cafeteria, you walked around the benches, looking for Eddie. You looked where he would usually sit but all his friends were there except him. You walked out and walked along the hallways but still, nothing. Giving yourself one more chance, you decided to walk outside. Scanning the field for anyone sitting alone, and he was no where to be found still. As you walked back to the cafeteria you finally saw him, he was going in between 2 buildings. As you followed him, you got this really bad feeling in your stomach, as if following him was going to be bad. Maybe it was just your nerves.

Following him, you heard coughing behind the end of the building. It started to smell a lot like weed as you got closer and closer. There he was, smoking a blunt before looking at you and blowing out the air. “Eddie, um, I just wanted to come and give you your jacket. You left it in class”. You set your food tray down and you pulled your backpack off, opening it quickly. You grabbed it and pulled it out, handing it to him. Eddie stared at you, smiling at your every move. He didn’t feel much of anything these days, but he had a soft spot for you. “Thank you for returning it to me y/n..”, he said putting out his blunt. The way your name fell from his lips, was so beautiful, you just wanted him to say it all over again. “you’re welcome” you replied, standing there awkwardly, not knowing how to start up a conversation. Yeah, maybe today just wasn’t your day to be bold, you thought, “Yes…we’ll anyways, see you around” you quickly said grabbing your tray, almost walking off but his hand grabbed your arm, making you halt. “Wait, why don’t you…eat lunch with me?” He asked looking at your eyes and then down to your lips.

Your consciousness was practically screaming at you to get out of there but you brushed it off as being nervous again. “Sure why not” you smiled taking a seat on a run down bench that was further down. Eddie sat across from you, his big deep brown eyes staring at you calculatively.

“Can I ask you something?” You blurted. He shook his head for you to go on.

“Are you okay? And I don’t mean just right now, I mean from everything that’s happened to you recently”

He sighed, trying his hardest to not think about the past too much.

“No, actually I’m not. Something happened to me in there and I’ll never be the same person again, I know that much”

“Can you tell me more?” You pried, hoping you wouldn’t overstep any boundaries.

He hesitated before continuing, “I know I’m back, but I don’t feel like myself…my old self. Ive changed but I don’t know why or how exactly”

You reached for his hand slowly, observing his movements, wondering if he would pull his hand back, but he didn’t. You proceeded to grabbing his fingers and rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. “I think youre traumatized from what happened to you. Anyone would be, I think. I just want you to know that you’re not alone and even though you’re not seeing your friends, I can tell that they miss you. You’re such a light, Eddie, and you’re loved no matter what.” You spoke truthfully. His heart fluttered with your words. He didn’t know you were that you were caring like that. He wanted to keep feeling and every time you spoke, he felt so good.

“You mean that?”

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t lie to you…ever”

Fuck…you knew exactly what to say to make him melt, he thought to himself. He always craved to have authenticity, specially in a partner, not someone who would use him for drugs or in exchange for something else.

He smiled looking down at your hands on his, “Such a sweetheart” he complimented looking up at your cheeks, waiting for them to turn a shade of pink. He could almost hear the blood rushing to your face, your heart beating a little faster, the pulse was strong through out your body, feeling the veins in your hand move slightly. He shivered, releasing your hands, quickly reaching inside his bag for his next new blunt.

Eddie lit it up, inhaling and then blowing out the smoke as if he were a dragon. “Want some?” He asked waving it. “No im good” you answered.

“Does it bother you if I smoke here?” He asked again.

“Not at all. I smoked a couple times, but I haven’t done it in a long time. I’m good without it” you confessed.

Eddie narrowed his eyes before chuckling, making you awkwardly smile as your head tilt in confusion, “what”

“I didn’t think that a little shy thing like you would do such a bad thing like smoke. You’ve always striked me as a good girl” he teased.

“ Im just that good at not getting caught” you joked, taking a bite out of your Apple.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, he really liked this secretive side of you. He wanted you to confess more.

“Is that so? What other things have you done that you haven’t gotten caught for” he smirked, taking another hit.

You hesitated, because not only were you lying about smoking, but you didn’t know what rebels like him did that got them into trouble. “Oh you know. This and that” you muttered looking away from his eyes. He laughed now, reaching for you until he had your chin in his fingers, lifting your head to meet his gaze, “What happened to never lying to me, princess. I’m disappointed” his voice low and in a mocking tone. Your heart pounded in your chest, feeling your stomach drop in excitement and embarrassment. “I’m sorry” you whined, playing with the plastic bag that held the lunch silverware. “I just wanted to act cool so that you didn’t think I was a complete looser” you admitted. Eddie got an idea, making him shift in his seat, “Well do you want to make it up to me? I’ll forgive you if you do this one thing for me” he asked, trying hard to not smile too much. “Yes Eddie! Anything” you responded eagerly.

“You have to kiss me for 5 seconds” he swallowed, his mouth watering now.

Your eyes slightly opened, shocked at what he was asking. “But I’ve never…”

“That’s okay darling. I’ll be your first, come, sit next to me” he patted the bench beside him scooting over for you.

You got up and walked over to him, taking a seat next to him. Not sure how to even start you just started to lean closer into him. Before your lips touched, you quickly jolted back, “wait! I don’t know how to kiss” you blurted, looking at Eddie lick his lips. “Just get closer..”he murmured, pulling you more into him, mere inches away from eachother, “Relax, and touch my lips with yours, and then you move them as you feel right” he whispered, his lips brushing against your own. His hands were in between you both, he could feel your legs shake anxiously. He snaked his hands on them and then he slid them up your thighs, “I’m going to put you on me if you don’t kiss me right now” he teased, his hands resting on your ass. You were so nervous, your body unable to move. Eddie quickly scooped you up and placed you on his lap, making you squeal and squirm, holding you in place.

“Come on, baby. Last chance before I never forgive you” his voice low and serious. You couldn’t handle him being mad at you, so you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his, pulling back and then going in again. Eddie helped you out, moving his lips against your own, your intoxicating scent making him go crazy. He kissed you with such passion, holding you closer to him. His cock hardened in his ripped jeans, bucking his hips into you, both of you moaning at the pressure. He broke the kiss to kiss down your neck, making you moan again, shivering at the strange yet exquisite sensation of his lips against your skin. Eddie’s eyes flashed red now, overpowered by his desire. He sinked his sharp teeth in, tasting your delectable warm blood, sucking hard. “Fuck, you taste delicious. You’re so delicious” he moaned before his fangs sunk in deeper, drinking from your neck not able to stop. You screamed at the sudden pain, but his hand went over your mouth, silencing you immediately. “Mm..Eddie” you struggled against his hand.

Eddie didn’t want to stop, but he promised himself some more later. If he kept going he would kill you, and that thought alone was enough for him to stop. He disconnected from you, his tongue licking over your broken skin. He kissed and licked it until you stopped bleeding, leaving you with a few red marks. He felt himself feel less irritable, like his hunger was a bit more manageable. Your moans and cries made his cock twitch in excitement, he was now experiencing another type of hunger.

As you started to go limp in his arms, your silent sniffles drowned out, your eye lids closing. Eddie felt you weaken and he shook you a bit, still holding you in his arms. “Y/n? Hey hey stay with me” he frantically called. You felt so tired and weak, how were you going to get back to class. When the bell rang, you knew that you needed to get up and go but your vision started to darken, “Eddie” you groaned, before fully passing out. He held you in place, contemplating wether to take you home or his house.

As he waited for the students to go into class, he held you close to his chest, cradling you. He thought about you and what you two would have to become. Eddie wanted you, not just in thirst and sexual attraction, he wanted your whole self. You two were meant for eachother, why else would you be so willing to stay here with him, after all he was a freak and now he had come back from the dead. Everyone was afraid of him and he got treated so differently, he didn’t want that. He wanted to be treated right, just how you were treating him. You were so willing…so submissive.

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, then on your neck where the freshly made wounds were at. “mine” he whispered before giving you another kiss, lifting you up with ease, walking you to his van.

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Eddie broke into your house before your parents got home, he laid you down in bed before starting to undress you. Your shirt had blood stains and he needed to get rid of it. As he took your clothes off, he couldn’t help but to stare at your unconscious body. You were only in your bra and underwear, a beautiful sight. He loved that he was able to see you like this, so vulnerable and unaware. He was so sick in the head but he didn’t care, I mean you didn’t so why should he. You would be okay with this, after all you two were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend tomorrow, this was what couples did. He convinced himself before undressing entirely himself. He crawled into bed with you, unclasping your bra and pulling it off you gently. He hooked his fingers on your pink panties and slid them off, tossing them near his own clothes.

Spooning you, his hard cock pressed into your ass, his lips kissing the back of your neck. He wouldn’t have sex with you today, that would be another day, he reassured himself. His hand snaked under you, grabbing your full breast, his hand kneading it gently. As your nipple hardened, you started to moan slightly, his eyes widening a bit. “babe?” He asked, his stomach full of butterflies at the new name he could call you. Silence. Not being fully awake you didn’t respond. Eddie smiled, continuing to grope you. He managed to slide his cock in between your legs, sliding it across your folds, feeling your wetness escape you. He groaned into your ear, repeating his motions.

He sped up a bit, making your bed creak, it wasn’t until then that you started to moan again, his tip rubbing against your clit, “Eddie” you moaned making him smile, “I’m here princess” he purred, feeling his cock pulsate. “Mmm..don’t..stop” you whispered, making him go faster, the bed was now shaking, he was close.

*knock knock* “y/n?” Your mom called out.

Eddie stopped, quickly moving away from you, covering you with a blanket and then grabbing his clothes and darting into the closet.

As the door opened, your mom peeked into the room, slipping inside quietly. “Y/n..what are you doing here? I thought you were in school?” she asked confused. You weren’t responding so she shook you a little harder, “y/n, wake up” she said in a loud tone. You weren’t responding, all she got out of you was a groan. That’s when she realized that something was wrong.

“Oh my god! Y/dads/name, Call 911, y/n ISNT RESPONDING” she yelled running into the living room. Eddie took that chance to grab all his belongings and he ran out through the window at the speed of light. He got into his van which was behind your house on the street and he drove off quickly.

As he was driving, he thought back on what happened. He was very fast now, but what had changed? Confused. Shocked. That was what he felt. When he got to his place, he got out and noticed that he was TRYING to walk normally, whereas in the past it would have come completely natural. He got into his room and locked the door, freaking out at what was happening to him. He had never been like this, this was new.

The entire night he couldn’t sleep, he was up the entire time thinking about you. The only thing that changed was that he had blood. Your blood. We’re you a magical being? Could it be another sign that you were meant to be his? It was the only thing that made sense. As long as he had your blood, would he be this enhanced? This theory had to be tried out but how if you were far from him now. Eddie was going crazy with out you. He needed you, your blood, and your scent to keep him stable. You felt so much better than ecstasy.

A new development had arised, his sense of smell was strong. He could smell you from all the way here. He could tell that your pulse was stronger, that you were moving and awake, but he could also smell you from his room. Eddie grabbed his jacked and he went for the pocket that smelled the most like you. He took out its contents and there it was, your pink panties. It had your sweet scent still, from how aroused you had become in school. He held it up to his face and took a huge sniff, shivering in pleasure. He grabbed it and started to lick it, his mouth watering at your taste. “So good” he moaned.

Eddie had to rub one off, so he laid back and started to pump himself as your panties laid on his face. He imagined you sitting on his face, letting all your juices flow down onto him. “God what I wouldn’t give” he said pumping faster. Eddie enjoyed himself, his lewd mind kept him busy for hours that night , his thoughts fully consumed by you. He couldn’t wait to see you back in school.

When he pulled up into the schools parking lot, he instantly started to search for you, his eyes darting from person to person. When he got out from his van, he smiled wide, inhaling your scent that he picked up. You had to have passed by there a few seconds ago maybe even a minute, he noted. Walking towards the double doors to go into the main hall, he pulled them open, continuing to scan many faces. Many people moved out of his way, and the ones that didn’t just stared down, feeling threatened by his presence. No one wanted to mess with him anymore.

When he found you, the bell rang, flinching slightly at the loud sound. As he approached you he noticed that you seemed a little on edge.

When you closed your locker Eddie scared you, “Boo!” He cried out, making you jump a little. “How’s my girl doing today? You feeling better?” He asked running his finger through your hair, slightly pushing it back. You tensed up at his touch, looking away. Eddie scrunched his eyebrows, his tone confused, “What’s wrong?”.

Sighing you pursed your lips, “What’s wrong? Don’t you remember what you did yesterday? You went all satanic on me! after I regained consciousness, I got fucking interrogated for hours about the marks on my neck. I got into big trouble with my parents because of you”.

Eddie chuckled making you even more irritated, scoffing you turned on your heels and started to walk away but his hand grabbed you, pushing you into the locker, halting you. “Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done talking” he barked squeezing your arm.

Wincing you looked around to see if anyone was around and it was just you two , “I made sure you got home safe. Did you want me to leave you all alone and passed out in the back of a building? What if someone who was bad found you? They could have kidnapped you, assaulted you in the state that you were, then they would have probably killed you. This is Hawkins y/n, it’s not safe anymore” he emphasized.

You struggled to speak, not sure if you should thank him or slap him. Before you could start again he interrupted, “I saved you, sweetheart. I would never let anything bad happened to you. You need my protection, I’m the only one who will never fail you” he purred, leaning in and placing a small kiss on your lips.

Eddie always knew exactly what to say, and in this moment, he was telling you everything you’d hope to hear from a special someone. “Eddie…thank you” you murmured, making his smile. He pressed his body onto yours, holding your face as he kissed you again, “So very welcome”.

“I still want to ask you why you did what you did yesterday. You know the whole neck biting thing” you motioned with your fingers.

“You just have a beautiful neck. I have a “thing” for yours, I want to kiss it, touch it, bite it…” he trailed his fingers down to the nape of your neck then behind it, holding you in place. Lowering his nose to it, he took a deep breath, before placing a slow and soft kiss, making you bite your lips as a shiver ran through your spine.

He eyes flashed red again, but he controlled himself, making the red fade away quickly. He straightened up, looking down at your eyes, “Would you believe me if I told you that I feel like a vampire” he said, his face dead serious now. This made you smile, slightly giggling, “God you’re really nuts, Eddie Munson” slightly knocking on his head, “Look, I know people have their own fantasi-”

“We’ll then explore this one with me. You’re my girl remember? I can tell you like it y/n, I can practically feel you getting horny when I get close to you” he teased. You shushed him, placing your hand over his mouth, feeling flustered and looking around once again, “Dont say that!..Let’s just get to know eachother more, okay? We can pretend yesterday didn’t happen and we will start over. I got caught up in the heat of the moment so I wasn’t thinking straight but I know we can be great friend right now, and eventually we can become something mor, if we both think we’re ready. We can have fun together but…no more biting.” You warned slipping away from him, “I’ll see you later in class” you trailed, feeling his eyes on your back.

Out of everything you just said, he only heard, “like yesterday didn’t happen” and stopped listening from there. Eddie was furious, how dare you say that to him. “Ballsy today” he whispered as he stared at you disappear into the hallway. You were acting like a brat and that irritated him. Where was his submissive y/n? The one that would go along with everything that he said. This was the first strike, there better not be another or else he would have to resort to something more effective. More aggressive.

Eddie wasnt paying any attention today, his mind was busy thinking about you. He felt unsatisfied with the fact that you hadn’t agreed to be with him how he wanted. It just didn’t make any sense, there was a strong connection, why would you want to forget that? His anger just grew, his mind traveling to dark places as his mood got mixed with hunger. He wasn’t craving food, he was craving you. Your blood.

English class came along and your feet walked a little faster to get to class. Eddie had freaked you out yes, but you still wanted to see him, be around him, it was exciting. When you entered the room, his seat was empty, scrunching your eyebrow slightly. When you sat down, your eyes stayed glued to the doorway, darting your eyes elsewhere when another person that wasn’t him came in.

“Alright class, let’s settle down” your teacher spoke, on her way to close the door. Saddened, you shook your head slightly taking your materials out from your bag. As the door was about to close, it suddenly swung open, revealing the source of your excitement. “Sorry about that miss” he smiled as he passed her desk, “You’re late, Mr.Munson, this is your last warning” she informed him.

As Eddie passed you, he stared right Into your eyes, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again” he said coldly, not smiling anymore. Your eyes just followed him until he was out of sight, puzzled by his unfriendliness. It was out of character for him, to be so cold, specially to you.

“We’re going to be working on our projects all day today and tomorrow and it’ll be due on Monday. I have lots to grade so please keep it down” she said indifferently.

Everyone moved, joining their friends/partners. Not knowing what the right move was, you just sat in your seat, making no effort to move. Eddie rolled his eyes and quickly stood up, the sound of his chair scooting back quickly made you jump, he was definitely upset. He dragged the chair next to you, the back of it touching the desk, his legs went to either side of it, your heart raced at the proximity.

“So… you’re not going to greet me anymore? Do you hate me THAT much” he spoke with an irritated tone.

“I don’t hate you. Don’t say that” you replied, swirling your pencil in your hand, trying to avoid his gaze.

He chuckled softly, “Telling me to forget such a great moment like yesterday? Why would you want me to do that? Only someone that hated me would ask me to do such a thing” he quickly spat, angry that he had to repeat it.

Rolling your eyes, you opened your mouth to speak, but his hand grabbed your cheeks hard, making you turn your head towards him, “Drop your little attitude or I’ll fuck it out of you” he muttered between his teeth quietly before letting you go.

Your eyes went wide in shock. No one had ever talked to you like that, but you weren’t entirely sure if you disliked it. It was degrading, yet you rubbed your thighs together, making Eddie smirk.

“L-let’s just focus on this project” you stammered, turning away from him not wanting to show your flushed cheeks.

“Look at me” he ordered, making you turn and locking eyes with him. “What an obedient baby,” he cooed swiping the hair off your shoulder, exposing your neck, “see, I don’t think you want us to be friends, I know you want something more, just as I do. You don’t have to be afraid of me y/n, I won’t ever hurt you…that much” he smiled making a chill run down your spine. As much as you tried to convince yourself that this wasn’t right, you couldn’t deny the fact that he was right. Eddie was your soft spot, he consumed your thoughts, it’s felt like you were obsessed with him now.

“I’m not, Eddie. I don’t hate you either, I just can’t think straight on what I want. I’m conflicted” you confessed.

“Just trust that I know what’s best for you. The day we were physically intimate, that bonded us. You belong to me and I refuse to let you make a mistake. Just trust me princess” his hand went to your cheek and rubbed it slightly before the teacher cleared her throat, starring at you two, “not in my class, please” she warned making everyone turn around. He smiled as he let you go, “ofcourse, sorry” winking at you as he opened his notebook to write something on it.

He then ripped it and passed it to you, “let’s ditch after class, meet me in my van” smiling you nodded your head and shoved the note in your pocket, “What if we get in trouble” you whispered, being extra careful to not let the teacher hear, “It’ll be fine. It’s just going to be one time….for you” he smirked, nudging your shoulder. This was so exciting, to do something bad with Eddie Munson, the ultimate rebel.

“When the bell rings, let me go ahead of you that way I’ll have the van running before you get inside. It’ll be less attention” he explained looking at the clock and starting to pack his stuff up. Nodding you just stared at your paper, thinking about what you were going to tell you parents in the case that you got caught.

When the bell rang you grabbed your things and you headed out the door, heading towards the cafeteria and then over to the parking lot. “Y/n?” a male voice called out. FUCK! You mentally cursed, turning to see who had caught you, “Steve? What are you doing here? I thought you graduated already” you smiled feeling relieved that it was just him. “Yeah but I brought something over to Dustin. Something about D&D, I don’t know” he confessed catching up with you. “Oh that’s nice” you answered stopping, looking at Eddie in the van as Steve was in front of you. “I heard that you and Eddie are a thing, is that true?” He asked curiously. “What do you mean?” you questioned playing dumb.

“We’ll Robin said she saw you following Eddie one time and that you two were hiding behind a building. Then Dustin saw him talking to you in the hallway. It seems to me that you two are pretty close” he suggested, smiling slightly. You contemplated on your answer, not sure of what you should say. The truth or a lie, but it was way more complicated than that. “I’m confused, you only talked to me during class when you needed the answer to something, why are you making conversation now?” You diverted, moving your eyes over to the van, and then back to Steve. “I was just curious…But also Dustin kept begging me to come and ask you. I don’t know why he just doesn’t come and do it himself but as the full time babysitter, I have to do everything for them” he said, making you giggle, “Okay well you can tell Dustin that I won’t bite, so he can come to me anytime” you replied, a slight wind hitting your face, “But I will” Eddie’s voice boomed next to you, making you jump, his hands snaked around your waist pulling you into him. Eddie eyed Steve in a serious cold manner, “Why are you taking so long, babe” he asked turning to you and then to him.

“Steve just wanted to catch up, but he’s going now. He just wanted to ask a few questions on behalf of Dustin” you answered, feeling your heart race and his proximity. “Eddie, it’s so good to see you again” Steve smiled patting his shoulder. “Why are you talking to her, Harrington? Don’t you have plenty of other bitches to go screw up” His anger increasing.

Steve just looked at you, feeling as if he had missed anything. “Wait what? Calm down dude, it’s not like that” he explained, “We were just catching up, Dustin asked me to come talk to her, you know since I actually know her. I didn’t think I would run into her today so I took the opportunity” he explained, annoyed at Eddie’s reaction. Eddie took a step closer to him, but you tried to hold him back, pulling him towards you, “What are you doing! Stop it” you spoke, failing at keeping him away from Steve, “Dont ever let me catch you talking to her again, you’re a pretty easy boy to fuck up. Don’t try me unless you want your fucking face rearranged” he threatened, his face too close for comfort.

“I’m so sorry Steve” you apologized on Eddie’s behalf. Steve just stepped back and started to walk away, “Definitely together” he said under his breath rolling his eyes.

Eddie’s attention switched from Steve to you, “shall we?” He commanded more so than asked. “I can’t believe you just did that, Eddie. He was just asking me a question. You know, Dustin is wanting to get close to you again, I think, I DONT know now since you got all in Steve’s face” you barked, annoyed at his previous actions.

“DONT bullshit me y/n, I know how Steve’s mind works, it doesn’t take a psychic to know that he’s just trying to get in your pants” he spat. Scoffing, you turned to walk away from him, “I can’t do this Eddie, I’m going back to school. You’re way too much” you sighed and walked off. Eddie got in front of you, blocking your way, “Get in the van”

“No”

“If you’re not inside in the next 10 seconds, I’m going to carry you in there myself. Get.In.the van.” He warned, staring straight into your soul making you look away.

“Sorry Eddie, I dont think we should hang out anymore” you muttered stepping beside him.

“I’m sorry too” he smirked before he took out a rag out drenching it in chloroform, then, using his speed, he snatched you up and dragged you into the back of the van. Before your mind could register where you were, you gasped due to the whiplash, grunting and squirming against the rag that was being pressed firmly over your nose and mouth. When you tried to scream, your voice was barely above a whisper, so muffled and weak. Your eyes closed slowly, relaxing into his arms, “I’m sorry sweetheart, you left me no choice” was the last thing you heard before you passed out.

Eddie placed you down gently, grabbing some ropes to tie up your hands and feet. He grabbed a blanket and bunched it up to place under your head while he drove. He smiled running his fingers over your lips, “Dont worry darling, It’ll all be okay” he assured, before hopping out from the back and slamming the back doors shut.

Eddie drove about an hour and a half away from school, to an abandoned house. Well, abandoned now since he had killed the couple that lived there. This location was perfect, it was a nice big house surrounded by trees and bushes, it was also off the road which was a huge plus. No one would ever come looking for you two here. He pulled into the garage, closing it before stepping out. He opened the doors and found your sleeping frame resting on the cold metal floor of the van.

He grabbed your legs and dragged you to him, scooping you up over his shoulder. Be entered the house, placing you on the couch before he went around locking each door. The doors in this house were able to be locked from the inside and out, but the best part was that all the windows were barred. It was just perfect.

Eddie grabbed you once again and took you up to your shared master bedroom, placing you gently on the bed, then proceeded to rip the ropes off you. He smiled at your beautiful resting face. How could you look so angelic just by sleeping. Eddie knew that you were afraid of him, afraid of committing, but soon you would learn how to get over that fear.

When you finally regained consciousness, you already knew something bad had happed. Rubbing your eyes, then looking around, you noticed that this was not familiar. Your hands and feet were sore, red marks were plastered over your skin. Going onto your feet you reached for the door, but alas it was locked. Freaking out you tried to open it more aggressively, shaking the door knob. “Give it up honey, it won’t open” Eddie’s voice called out to you from bed. You didn’t even notice that he was in here, and in bed!

“What did you do…why am I here!” You yelled, tears filling up in your eyes.

“Oh please, cut the shit, theres no need to cry. I haven’t done anything….yet” he smirked, “come back to bed and I’ll explain everything” he added gesturing for you to come next to him. “You’re fucking Sick Eddie, YOU KIDNAPPED ME” you yelled even louder, going to the window and ripping away the curtains only to see endless trees and a barbed window. “Where are we” you asked looking at him with fear, “Somewhere safe. For you and me” he added nonchalantly.

“Just come to bed” he instructed once again.

“No” you snapped, backing away from him.

“Must I remind you what happened the last time you told me “no”…” he warned.

“I don’t care. I DONT want to be near you” you muttered, crossing your arms.

Eddie raced in front of you, grabbing you and throwing you onto bed, quickly going on top of you. His speed was incredible, but you didn’t actually see it to this magnitude. He grabbed your hands and held them on each side of your head, “I’m so sick of your fucking games. Your disobedience. You push and pull me whenever you see fit and frankly, I’ve run out of patience. One day you’re all over me and the other you wanna act like you never wanted me” he growled, holding your body in place despite all your attempts to break free.

“You’re acting like such a freak Eddie! Look at what you’re doing. Be honest with yourself and really understand what you’re doing…what you HAVE done” you yelled, moving your hips against his.

“That’s where you’re wrong princess, I’m not acting like a freak…I fucking am one” he growled flashing his eyes red and smiling all the way so that you could see his fangs.

Petrified you stopped moving, your mind remembering when he told you that he felt like a vampire. “You’re a…a..”choking on your own words.

“Vampire” he grinned making a chill go down your spine.

Eddie could practically see you piecing everything together, your eyes moving all over his face in fear, “I don’t understand” you managed to speak.

“You don’t have to. All you need to understand is that you made me like this, your blood fully transitioned me and when I had it….” he shuddered closing his eyes then opening them again, revealing his blood red iris’. “It was like I was born again. I had speed and strength before I had your blood but after…it made me a million times better. I was no longer hungry, I felt strong and healthy again. You’re the key to that my y/n….and I’ll never let you go” he whispered lowering his head to kiss your lips.

He let go of you, his right hand cupping your cheek as the left one roamed your side, dipping into your ass then your leg, bringing you closer to him. You turned your face to the side, breathing heavily, “Eddie you’re sick, you’ve been hurt, this isn’t normal” you spoke in hopes to get him to come back to reality.

Eddie grabbed your face and turned you back to him, taking your lips into his once again, “you’re going to heal me. Make me good again….wether you like it or not” he growled biting down on your lip, making you squeal. You could tell you were bleeding due to the metallic taste but also because Eddie was sucking on your lip, his eyes red again.

He pulled away from you briefly to rip your clothes off, leaving you naked in seconds, he quickly undressed himself too, throwing the clothes across the room. He flipped you over to make you sit on top of him, his arms keeping you in place. Eddie kissed your breasts, then sucked on your nipple, making you moan immediately. “Just let yourself enjoy it, love. I promise to make you feel so good” he whispered taking the other nipple in his mouth. You tried holding back your moan, bitting down on your tongue to forget about the pleasure and focus on the pain. Eddie couldn’t hear you no more, so he grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, exposing your entire neck to him, “I wanna hear you y/n, don’t hold anything back” he muttered, smiling as you winced at the pain, “Fuck you” you replied making his smile fade away.

“Alright, if that’s how you want to play then I’ll entertain it but…” he stopped smiling cynically at his thoughts. He ran his tongue from your collarbone up to your neck then to your ear, making you shiver, “if I hear you moan, whine, or cry, I get to bite” he whispered, dipping his head down to the base of your neck, opening his mouth and placing his fangs right on your skin. “Eddie don’t” you cried, feeling terrified at his words. Then you realized what you done, “Wait, STOP NO” you whimpered, feeling his teeth sink into you. Your mouth was shaped like an O, your eyes wide at the pressure. You thought it was going to be super painful like last time but as soon as you heard him grunt in pleasure, it felt different. A good different.

Eddie moaned as your blood entered him, your sweet taste felt like heaven on earth, the way it lathered his burning throat was like no other feeling. It was so much more than pleasure. The way your blood coated it, was so much better this time, completely soothing his pain, healing what hurt. As he drank, his hunger subsided, immediately stopping. He couldn’t have you passing out again, you needed to be awake on the night that he intended to fully claim you.

When he was finished, your will to fight was gone. You were a little light headed, feeling like the fight had ended before it even started. Eddie loosed his grip on you and placed you on the mattress, laying you on your back, feeling too tired to oppose him. “That’s it baby, relax. Just enjoy…but remember what I said” he smirked, spreading your legs open. His body went right to the end of the bed, his hair tickling your thighs, “Eddie…please don’t” you whispered careful to not whine. He ignored you, kissing your inner thigh, then inching closer and closer to your folds. You screwed your eyes shut, pressing your lips into a straight line, not wanting to make a sound, “I’m sorry darling; what’d you say?” He smirked, running his tongue right over your clit, giving you one small lick. “Stop” you said coldly, careful as to show emotion”. Eddie could feel your heart beat start to race, the heat radiating from your pussy. “DONT tell me what to do” he warned, shoving his tongue past your fold, hitting your clit. He wasted to time in flicking his tongue over it, moving it from side to side then up and down, moaning at your delicious taste. How was it possible that you were delicious everywhere, he wanted to eat you all up.

You grasped the sheets, a lewd moan ripped through your throat, gasping at the pleasure. Eddie smiled, moving his head to your thigh, bitting down on your soft skin, his teeth sinking right into your femoral artery, the blood flow redirecting into his mouth. Your hands went to his head, your fingers intertwining with his brown locks, “Eddie” you moaned, feeling his other hand rub your pussy while he drank from you. He unlatched himself, cleaning up the wounds with his tongue, moaning in the process.

“You haven’t learned your lesson babygirl, must I make it harder for you?” He cooed, eating you out before you could speak. You tugged at his hair, your back arching in pleasure, “feels…so good” you choked out, making him stop. His cock leaked precum, twitching in excitement. It was time.

“I know baby, I know and I’ll always make you feel that way,” he murmured his voice dropping an octave, “I’ll ruin you for others. You won’t want anyone else but me. I promise you” he spoke, rubbing his tip at your entrance, “Say that you’re mine” he ordered, running it further up to your clit. You arched your back again, shivering, “Tell me y/n” he barked, his hand on your throat, “Eddie, I’m..I’m yours” you submitted, feeling his tip slide inside of you, both of you moaning due to the much needed friction. He then snapped his hips into you, not allowing you to adjust. It was quite painful taking him all the way in, so you moved your hips back a bit, trying to lessen the pressure but he inched forward, holding your hips down with both of his hands, “Bad girl” he smiled, taking his cock almost all the way out, before pounding into you even harder this time.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room, your hands flew to your mouth, stopping yourself from screaming. Eddie got even more turned on at your pathetic attempts, you were whining, crying, moaning, grunting, but because you held your mouth it was all just muffled. Eddie looked down, loving the way your belly bulged which each time his cock disappeared into you. The glistening skin showing him how wet you were for him. Sex with you was like an out of body experience. He felt pure erotic pleasure, something he never expected to experience. His eyes raked over your body, your breast bouncing rapidly with each thrust, you looked so fucking sexy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, his cock reaching all of your good spots.

You were going absolutely crazy under him. He wanted to hear you now, so he grabbed your hands and pinned them to the sides of your head, “Let me hear you darling, let your master know how good it feels” he ordered, snapping into you deeper. You heard him but you couldn’t really comply, being too far into your own world of pleasure to even try to form a sentence, “Mmm.mas-ster” you groaned, unable to fully open your eyes. Eddie loved the way you were going absolutely stupid on his cock, but it also made him slightly angry because you weren’t listening.

“My poor little dumb whore can’t speak, huh? Does master have to help you become a functioning human being again? My little dumb slut” he mocked, slapping your face lightly so that you could focus in. “Hey! Dummy, tell me who your master is” he said slowing his pace, “Master…master! You’re my master” you cooperated, wrapping your legs around him, trying to push him in deeper. Eddie chuckled darkly, grabbing your face with his hand, squishing it, “That’s right princess, I’m your master. Whos cock do you need” he teased moving your face from side to side, “masters…Yours, master” you replied, before gasping and digging your nails into his back. He had pushed himself all the way in again, snapping his hips feverishly. “Mmm, yes” he moaned, satisfied. “Fuck, I can tell that you’re close, doesn’t it feel sssooo good to finally be fucked like the little sex doll you are? Hm? You don’t even have to answer me baby, I know that your little brain isn’t functioning because I have you stuffed to the brim with my cock. You’re practically brainless!” He spat grabbing your head and turning it to the side so that he could sink his teeth in again.

The feeling of his teeth piercing your skin, made your toes curl, moaning out his name in pleasure. Eddie couldn’t contain his pleasure as well, moaning a long “mmm” sound as he drank you. Eddie was to the point where he couldn’t contain himself, he came hard inside of you, still not detaching himself from you, ingesting a big gulp of blood. He moaned through his lips, his cock twitching inside of you. Without detaching himself, he started to rub your pussy ferociously, making you scream at the velocity, each stroke making your heart race faster. The pressure in your stomach was way too much, “Eddie” you finally a screeched, squirting all over his bottom half, your body shaking as your orgasm spread through you.

Eddie felt the way your blood raced, making it flow faster into him, swallowing it all. After that final gulp he felt your heart beat drop dramatically. He was on his way to killing you if he didn’t stop now, so he detached himself, trying to calm himself down before anything else. At this point you started to go unconscious, and you still had a pulse, but it was weak, like last time.

“Y/n, baby, can you hear me?” You heard him calling, your vision blurred and his voice started to distort.

“Eddie” you sighed, your voice too weak to be audible in a normal setting.

“Focus on my voice sweetheart, don’t fall asleep” he frantically spoke as he lightly tapped your face.

Your eyes weren’t able to stay open, finally closing them and slipping into darkness.

“Y/n! Y/n!” He called, and that was the last thing you heard before everything went dark red.

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Pt.2….Maybe?? Idk let me know :-)

#dark!eddie munson #dark! eddie munson x reader #dark! eddie #dark! eddie munson smut #vampire!eddie #vampire!eddie munson #vampire eddie smut #vampire eddie x reader #vampire! eddie munson smut #dark! stranger things #vampire #eddie x reader #dark!eddie x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x reader #dark! smut

[doodle-do-wop]

Kesler and Juline where cannonly childhood lovers, I think Juline had a temper and a hard time controlling her ability, and that Kesler was her alchemy tutor and wears dorky glasses similar to Milo Thatch. 

Do you have any Kesline headcannons thoughts anything at all

I’m working on a kesline teen fic and you have posted about them like three times in the last month which is more than most people do, yes there is a slight possibility of any of your head cannons ending up in the fic if they fit

Hi ya!

I have so so many headcanons

Elves show affection with loved ones (best friends, family, lovers, etc) by pressing foreheads together. The longer it lasts, the deeper the affections are.

Friends and family will do it for about the same duration as a normal hug

Lovers and friendships that are beyond love will obviously last longer.

Also I love childhood lover trope and that is canon now, Shannon is wrong. They were childhood lovers. Juline nearly failed her mid-term so badly due to her somewhat newly manifested Froster abilities being affected by her emotions making the beakers freeze over. It was a whole thing.

Kesler and Juline had known each other for years, like years!

Kesler fell first, Juline phased through the entire planet falling for him

Juline has had a fascination with human stuff for ages. Kesler just thinks it's funky but if Juline's blabbering about floppy disks he doesn't care what a 'computer' is, she's talking and he's listening.

Juline has constantly cold hands, Kesler holds them to keep her warm

Kesler likes baking, its like alchemy but you can add as many tart berries as you want, say less

Eda makes awesome pastries, Juline makes...interesting soups

will you survive? Will you need an elixir? Is it moving or is it just the smoke giving you hallucinations?

Jokes aside, Juline likes making soups that dont look appealing but taste amazing

its a prank and a good meal

They like to dance occasionally to some of their favorites (human music included) and will drag the kids into mini dance parties (this does mean Dex can dance, i eat canon for breakfast)

(once again ignoring canon) Kesler has slightly more rounded ears than most elves, Juline's are pretty pointed

they've cried over Gnomeo and Juliette (they're just like them fr)

Juline used to be shorter up until their third year of Foxfire, the girl shot up like a goblin i swear

Like how Dex shot up in Nightfal (i think) Juline was just tall

Random Juline and Kesler Firefox hc under cut, I was too proud of them to let them stay in the drafts shelf

Juline

peak annoying little sister

youngest of three

her and Eda are the only ones who kept in touch

their eldest sibling has always been distant so there was never really a connection between Juline and them

her and Eda shared a room up until their second level of Foxfire, they were just that attached to the hip

neither of her parents are Frosters, her mom is a Conjure like Eda but her dad is a Guster

Eda is older by just two years meaning she manifested first with Juline buzzing to manifest next, hoping to either be like Eda or a Guster, maybe even a Hydrokenic or maybe one of her great great grand somethings will do her a solid and-

she manifested as a Froster

she was not happy about it

kept freezing everything, left little frosty footprints everywhere, brought the room temperature down constantly no matter how wrapped up in cloaks and tunics she was

tying this into your headcanon of Kesler being her Alchemy tutor, Juline nearly flunked her alchemy midterm, scraping by the skin of her teeth

she had been docked major points for frosting some of her tools and even putting out the fire she needed multiple times due to nerves

Now onto Kesler

- as the youngest of his family, Kesler has at least three people telling him what to do at all times

- and none of them could agree

- he and his siblings were born more or less close in age (if you count close as 4-8 years)

- his youngest older sister was in Foxfire along with Kesler which means whenever Kesler had any trouble in class she was right there to both brag, and help (it was her job to be both unhelpful and very helpful, it's sibling law)

- Kesler got his love and knack for Alchemy from his grandfather who wasn't too shabby himself but Kesler was a natural

- he loves his siblings but hanging out with his grandfather doing random alchemy experiments was just their thing

- Kesler was terrible with Elementalism so much so his sister would occasionally take the long route to her classes to check on him in the Healing Room

- you could tell if Kesler Dizznee was within twenty feet of you if you could hear the tell tale sound of glass rattling in a bag

- he was in the same class year as Juline (I ignore canon) so when Juline Dizznee needed a tutor guess who was signed up as the sacrificial lamb

#asked and answered #kotlc ask #kotlc juline #kotlc kesler #kesler dizznee #juline dizznee #i love background characters more than main characters #Kesler though Taylor Swift was an elf #They have seen LOTR #Did not watch the hobbit though #Juline knows who Shakira is #Sophie lost her mind when she found out #this is so long #kotlc

[thislovintime]

Peter Tork and Davy Jones in Minneapolis, August 4, 1967; photo 1 published in The Minneapolis Star; photo 2 via goodtimemusic.

“[Peter] said he once attended Carleton College (in Northfield, Minn.) but flunked out. He said he likes the people and scenery here, but said ‘I still don’t believe in grades.’ I asked him how would change his image if he could. He said he does change his hairstyle, wears wilder shirts and no shoes. Peter had a message for the kids: ‘Be happy. My happiness quotient has gone up steadily in the last eight years. I used to be a fat, punk 17-year-old and decided to change.’” - Nancy Adams (14), President of a Twin Cities Monkees Fan Club; The Minneapolis Star, August 5, 1967

“’When I was 16,’ Peter admits, ‘I just didn’t have any confidence in myself. I really thought I was devoid of any kind of sex appeal. But today all of that is really changing. ‘It used to be that the girls I dated weren’t necessarily beauties, but now it seems they’re getting more and more beautiful because I have added confidence in myself as a person.’ Before you start thinking Peter is getting conceited, stop right where you are and let him explain. ‘Now by beauty, I don’t necessarily mean what’s on the outside. I mean the whole of a person. Her mind, her soul, and her body. In other words, the total person. A more complete person is a more beautiful person.’ Peter looks back on his problems during his teenage years as mostly being caused by thinking too much about himself in the wrong way. ‘I thought a lot of things about myself when I was younger that just weren’t true. Now that I’m older and I have studied I think I’m beginning to understand where it’s at. Before I just didn’t. Now I can forget myself and enjoy what I’m doing because I’m not really searching to find out who I am anymore. I know.’ […] Peter often returns in conversation to when he was 16-years-old. ‘I had no faith, then,’ he admits. ‘I was constantly leaning on other people. This wasn’t fair to them or to myself.’ Today, of course, Peter has developed a very strong philosophy… a deep belief in himself and his place in the universe.” - article by Ann Moses (presumably), Monkee Spectacular, June 1968

While in the Twin Cities area, The Monkees were on KDWB; some portions have been posted here and here, and in one edit on this fan page's YouTube channel.

#Peter Tork #Tork quotes #Davy Jones #The Monkees #Monkees #Monkees fans #60s Tork #1960s #1967 #more for the solid Tork advice files #love his mind #long read #Ann Moses #Monkee Spectacular #The Minneapolis Star #can you queue it

[missmyloko]

Getting To Know Me - Part 8

On The Third Day of Fun I present... the continuation to the last piece! Sorry if it feels like a bit of a Debbie Downer subject, but I'm really passionate about the subject and wanted to use my platform to get it all out so that others feel like they aren't alone. Continued from Part 1 I still attended school throughout all of this. However, it was around this time that just having drop in appointments with a psychiatrist like, once every 6 months at my doctor's office was going to fly anymore, so I was referred to a psychiatrist at our hospital's outpatient clinic who could look after my medication full time. The wait time at that time was 14 months, and I waited. Thankfully, it was worth it in the end. I had someone who could balance my medications, figure out why I went through them so quickly, and I could see them as often as I needed. On average I was running through an entire course of a medication (ie: from its lowest to its highest dose) in about a year, and that's unusually high. Well, it turns out I wasn't hyper-metabolizing them, but rather hypo-metabolizing them; My medication, once ingested, wasn't done running its course through my body before I took the next dose, so I was actually (unknowingly) over medicating myself. To combat this I now take my major medications every 36 hours so that they have time to work through my body and stop the over medicating (low dose medications that act as augmenters are taken every day though). It was during university that I had my first major depressive episode (that I medically knew of, I probably had them before but just didn't know), which is a time where my depression is just kicking my ass beyond normal reasoning and, because of this, I actually ended up flunking a few of my courses. I had to petition the dean to drop the courses from my record to due health reasons, which was accompanied by a letter and documentation from my psychiatrist stating what was going on and that it wasn't my fault. I ended up having 2 of them during my 6 years of university, so I had to petition twice. While in school I did receive special accommodations from the student wellness center regarding exams and assignments and such, which is a fantastic resource that anyone with mental health issues should take advantage of at their schools, and that definitely helped make life easier during those trying times (heck, it helped even when I was feeling decent). Near the end of my university tenure my psychiatrist and I actually managed to find a medication that really worked for me. I was feeling great, my symptoms were under control, and I was feeling like myself for the first time in a long time. However, it was another medication that no one told me right away would cause weight gain and, since we had now figured out how to make medications last, I was on it for a few years. I only ended up going off the medication 4 years ago, but by that time I had ballooned to over 200lbs (I believe I was around 230ish). Unlike the last time, the weight didn't come off as I had developed thyroid issues (they sadly run in my family on both sides), so I was now a depressed again, overweight wad who had gone past the point of being able to do what I loved: wear kimono. It's ironic that I was in the process of publishing a book about something I could no longer wear, but that's life for you. However, not everything ends badly (heck, there's positives, or else I wouldn't be here telling this tale!). Within the last year I finally have a concrete date set for my book to come out (June 28th, 2024!), I've lost exactly 49lbs since going on Ozempic (and diet changes) and can wear kimono again (yay!), and I'm working with my psychiatrist, who is awesome by the way, on changing my medications to make them work for me by understanding exactly what they do and their side effects beforehand. So, hopefully my tale has opened up some feelings inside of you to know that you're not in this alone, it happens to everyone, it does suck, but it does get better.

#mental health #mental health awareness

[zenaidamacrouras1]

Tell me more about your "dang magic au"! I'm intrigued!

Okay well I have been writing it since August last year and seem to manage a chapter every 4-6 months. I more or less know how I want it to to but it is bonkers ambitious (for me at least).

The basic set up is Bucky is a Green Witch who had done some bad things for some bad guys and is trying to start fresh but gets caught up in one last thing and Steve is in magical law enforcement and gets Bucky's case.

And Sam, poor Sam, has a partner that is clearly in love with their prime suspect and it's very tiresome. Also Sam has real wings. Giant wings.

It took me months to figure out Steve's magic powers (magical healing but he flunked out of healing school because he was too impulsive so he isn't really supposed to use the healing powers because you can mess people up. He accidentally healed himself when he was young and his powers came in so that's why he's huge) and all the side characters and I more or less know how I want the action scenes to go but it's so much world building.

Anyway. Apparently this is a fun hobby for me.

#magic au #writer questions

[10hourshift]

Girl help the au is getting out of hand haha

Feel free 2 ignore this

For some reason I have spent quite some time doing some "world building" (if it can be called that) that I probably won't add in the comic, so, gonna dump it all here.

The school is not the best of all, not even by public school standards, if anything, the school is often a second choice, and most of those who enter there are mostly bc it has little requirements to get in, and is very lenient to special cases.

Some examples of these people would be Freddy (he enters after the classes started) Bon, Julian (both didn't enter the private school they were going to at the last minute, so they got "stuck" in that school, there's more to them later)

For the school itself, it's not that bad (there's a reason that many ppl prefer to go there as a second choice in comparison to other schools) the classes are fairly decent (though, some teachers are prone to not show up to class), and it has a bunch of academic and sports programs, even though it kinda lacks on the cultural aspect. Until a new benefactor steps in.

So, after Julian failed miserably during his entrance exams for the private school he was going into, his father got him into the school he is in now, and to "cover up" the incident his dad decided to become a benefactor of the school, and bc of that, now the school has more budget, with the condition of using it for the whole "art" section (idk how to call it). And out of the blue, the school now has an improved auditorium, a bunch of new material and instruments, and, of course, a variety of new activities for the students, starting with a brand new band contest where everyone can participate, who knows what might happen next, maybe there'll be an official school band, or a chorus or something, (this is all really just testing how the students might take the new situation)

**Julian exposition time again!. Let's go. He basically burned himself out for trying to study for the entrance exams, finish middle school, and all that. It was bad, like, forgetting weeks worth of studies the moment you start the exam bad, like staring at the questions for the whole 3ish hours of the test while none of the questions make sense bad, like, flunking so embarrassingly that it's basically a secret, to the point your dad makes up an elaborate plan to hide the true reason you're going to a certain school, and forces you to take a different path than the one he had already set up for you bc you couldn't keep up bad. Like, that bad. (Poor guy, every time I check on what his deal is, I add more to it. I'm sorry but I like it when the characters'actions are part of the setup of the story, idk how to explain but is Fun)

Now, onto the ppl behind the music contest.

Lana*- secretary- the one actually in charge of the contest

Vincent (yes, the waiter/presenter*) - intern teacher- the one who is supposed to do most of the work

Owynn- student 15 yr old- he helps out every now and then bc he has nothing better to do w no ulterior motives :)

Bon's dad*- music teacher (I'll get to that, hold on)- he has to set up practice sessions/ music classes for whoever enters the contest

[insert OC name here] (an oc wow)- student/intern 17 yr old- the one who ended up doing most of everything

*giving them roles bc I'm lazy 4 ocs, even [insert OC name] is almost the librarian, yeah he's another different character

The arrangement goes like this: Lana is the head of the project and the one who reports back to the boss (between the principal and Julian's dad idk). The planning of events, the coverage, and those administrative details get solved by Vincent, and Bon's dad is supposed to manage the music rooms and instruments, as well as make schedules for using those for practices. [Insert OC name] does most of the hard labor, checking registrations, putting up the signs, etc., since their job as an intern is basically to help w anything that needs to be done. And also basically doing all of Bon's dad responsibilities since he doesn't actually have the time to do his job as a teacher.

#:*3 #some shit ill probably wouldn't add to the comic idk #i think this bunch of useless info fots better in like a written format lols #im stopping here bc if it were for me i could keep going

[awwsushie]

To him.

loving you was never easy for me or so i thought. every night i would overthink about how to treat you better. i truly dont know what you wanted in this relationship but im certain that it wasn't me. it was her.

you gave me the right amount of attention at the wrong time and that was terrible. when i met you i was not over my first ex, i was miserable. you treated me right and gave me the love i wanted, healed me the way i needed to be healed and i fell for you not knowing the real you.

i would've never imagined that we would be best friends and one day, more than friends but it all happened so quickly that i wasnt able to live through it. now when i look back, all that is left are memories of you.

to be honest, i never thought you would cheat. you reassured me a thousand times and i believed in you like a fool. it was too hard to accept and handle everything because by that time you were already my everything. by that time, you were already the person i married in my head.

yes we dated for a very short period but the love i had for you was real. and honestly i dont know what happened, you just changed. i tried really, i tried hard to understand you but i failed. and you failed to understand me.

but do you ever miss me ? my efforts ? i used to be awake till 4-5 am, reassuring you. i used to do your work and assignment so that you won't get yelled at. i used to lie to my parents to meet you. flunked my classes for you. ruined my most important academic year on you. i left parties in the middle because you had anxiety attacks. i did everything i could to keep you. but all these were never enough. they all were useless.

i never imagined you will leave me for her. and it still hurts but i can't help it, right? after all it's your life. but i miss you; because a part of me was with you.

do you remember our last conversation ? where all i wanted to know was why did you do that, i was crying terribly, begging you to stay; begging you to tell the truth. i was shaking, my whole body was shaking and my heart broke trillion times. i get shivers whenever i try to remember that conversation. i hated you so much at that very moment; it hurt.

i never thought you'd hurt me.

honestly, i never thought these things would happen between us. i never knew you would make me regret loving u. i never imagined that you would make me question us.

it's hard to move on; and tbh there are some parts of me that still want to hold onto you. even though you made it sound so clear that she's the one you love and she's the important person for you, it's still hard accepting that truth.

& i still think you love me. haha, im a fool i know.

no matter how hard i try, it feels like im stuck on you. and i can never get out. it's hard accepting things, it's really hard to let you go; i know i have to, but i really dont have the courage to do so.

knowing that you dont love me anymore hurts.

#heartbreak #to him #to my ex #him #breakup #hurt

[sheepiling]

15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

Thank you to @cantseemtohide for the tag! 🤗 

1. Are you named after anyone? 

I was adopted at 18 months and never met my biological mother after that so I have no way of knowing; my adoptive parents didn’t change my first or middle names. 

2. When was the last time you cried? 

I always cry during period week. And every time I watch Encanto. 

3. Do you have kids? 

Not yet! My husband and I do want at least one kid, though. Maybe two! Not yet, though. 

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? 

Only for friends that like sarcasm. If I don’t know someone well enough to know their sense of humor yet or I know they don’t like sarcasm then I don’t use it around them. I enjoy it but it’s situational for me. 

5. What sports do you play / have you played? 

I was in marching band in high school, and when I was little I took ballet classes, though I didn’t stay in those long enough to graduate to pointe shoes. idk if those count as sports but that’s the only physical activities I did growing up. Nowadays I just do weights and jogging. 

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people? 

Personality, vibe checks, & whether or not I wanna actually talk to them or just be polite and yeet out of there. 

7. Eye color? 

Greyish-blue! Sometimes tealish. It depends on the lighting and what I’m wearing. But usually a light turquoise blue-grey color. 

8. Scary Movies or Happy Endings? 

While I love classic horror and occult halloweeny things, I love fairy tales more, so happy endings wins! Also I dislike all the modern horror stuff that’s a bunch of gore and jump scares and violence. I prefer horror that’s 80s or older. But I love all fairy tale movies no matter when they’re made! 

9. Any special talents? 

My long-term memory is abnormally good. I can vividly remember back to kindergarten. However, my short term memory is crap. I’m always losing my phone. 😅 

10. Where were you born? 

F L O R I D A 

11. What are your hobbies? 

Playing Sims and being on Simblr (obviously) but I also like a couple MMORPGs that I play with my guild. I’m also in the choir at my Unitarian Universalist church, and I still play Flute and Bodhrán privately. I’ve been meaning to join a local drum circle but haven’t dedicated the time to that yet. 

12. Do you have any pets? 

Yes! I have 2 cats, Abigail and Tigger, and they’re mother and son! Though if we’re counting my mom’s & mi suegra’s pets as well then we have a total of 6 pets in the family. My mom has 3 cats, Little One, Midnight, and Dev (all are rescued strays ♡) and my husband’s family has a yorkie named Toby. 💕  and that puppy is mad spoiled they have baby strollers for him and take him everywhere! 😂 

13. How tall are you? 

In freedom metrics I’m 5′4″ 

14. Favorite subject in school? 

I always liked music / band the most! When you’re in marching band it consumes your entire life. The rehearsals are so long. But that’s where all my friends were so it was amazing. 💖 

15. Dream job? 

I flunked out of college twice, I’ve kind of given up on any type of careers. My husband is able to support us and I just get part time things when I’m able. Once we have kids I plan on being a stay-at-home mom, and if USA doesn’t fix the violence in schools problem we’ve been having by the time our future kiddos are ready for school I’ll probably homeschool at least the early elementary years. Though once the math gets too advanced for me to be able to teach I’ll need to look for other options ‘cuz I can’t homeschool the whole K~12. Hopefully we can get some kind of education reform by that time. 

And now to tag peeps! I’m a bit late to answer this b/c of my Mexico trip and a lot of people have done this already. Also, 15 people is A LOT for a tag game so I’m just gonna pick the most recent mutuals in my Activity log! Sorry if you already did this. If anyone else didn’t get a ping for this tag and wants to do it you can totes tag me as the person that tagged you, though! ♡ 

@helenofsimblr @sparkiekong @sassie-sims @druidberries @daydreamertrait @timberllania @sir-silly @nolongerafruit @nightlifeseries @silverspringsimmer @coliemoongaming @sims-for-semi @saps-sims @faetheegrey @talesofsimverse 

#asks #tags #cantseemtohide

[e2019]

i slept so terribly last night that i'm still exhausted as if i hadn't slept at all. i kept waking up every hour or so, and i had a new dream every time.

1)

in high school i used to have nightmares about colorguard all the time. it doesn't happen so often anymore, but last night i dreamed that i randomly showed up to practice, and everyone who i went to high school with was there even though it was the present day in my dream, so everyone was in their mid 20s. they were all part of an independent winterguard now, but they still practiced on the blacktop at the school for whatever reason.

when i showed up, everyone acted like i was supposed to have been there the whole time. they asked me where i had been and i just said, "oh... life got the better of me..." then the director immediately put me in the show and said i better learn the work fast because i would flunk out of college if i didn't perform well (i had already graduated college in my dream). it all turned out ok though because my dream-self is really good at colorguard even though i sucked at it irl.

2)

i went with my brother to go get coffee at a new coffee place that just opened up. i get a black coffee, and he gets some really sweet dessert drink with lots of milk and cream and sugar. i make fun of him for it because irl both of us pretty much only drink the nastiest plain black coffee. he smiles at me and says "try something difference."

3)

i worked cleaning people's swimming pools. i showed up to one of my über rich client's mansions early in the morning just as they were leaving for work. i said good morning, and they let me inside because it was an indoor pool. there was a huge gumball machine next to the pool which presumably had never been there before because i immediately went to go investigate. it was full of dilaudid pills the 8mg shields, so of course now i'm wondering "how many of these can i steal before my client would notice?"

then the dream skips to later that evening. i'm hiding in the bathroom where i've apparently been shooting up all day. suddenly i hear a car pull up in the driveway, and then the front door of the house opens. i realize i lost track of time and i'm so fucked now that my client is home and will see that the pool is still dirty and all the dilaudid is gone. the house is big enough that if i make a break for it immediately, i can leave out a side door without being seen. but i'm like "no i need just one more shot before i go." i can't find a vein though because i was going hard all day so my arms are already beat the fuck up, plus now i'm freaking out so i'm shaking and my palms are sweaty, and i've been reusing the same dull needle so many times. i keep digging around, and i become increasingly desperate as it gets more and more painful and there's blood everywhere except for in the syringe, and then the dream ends. (why didn't i just put the pills in my pocket and run?)

4)

my brother asks me to go see a movie with him. when we get to the theater, i find out that he bought a private screening with like 10 of his best friends who i didn't even know existed. they all knew i was gonna be there, and they were waiting for me to show up. i wonder why he never told me about his friends before (but he obviously told them about me) and then suddenly decided to introduce us like this. they all seem super excited to meet me though, and i know i'll probably get along with anyone who gets along with my brother, so i'm nervous but i think this could be fun.

i'm a cheap bastard, so i pretty much never buy popcorn or anything when i go to the movies (not to mention i never even buy a ticket, i just walk right in because nobody ever says anything lol). but suddenly all of my brother's friends are like, "hey whoa hold on!!! this is a private screening, so we all brought snacks just for you! :)" and they materialize all of these snacks straight out of their ass, but it's all things that i don't like but that my brother likes and that he knows that i don't like... and then i realize they're all making fun of me, but i don't want to be rude so i say thanks and watch the movie with them anyways.

5)

maybe more? will add later if anything else comes back to me...

[randomfoggytiger]

I'm picking up the baton @amplifyme handed out freely (thanks for the free-for-all inclusion; and your answers were intriguing to read.)

1. Are you named after anyone? Yes: both my grandmothers (first: masculine version of my dad's name for paternal grandma, she had a childhood friend with that name; middle: derivative of my maternal grandmother's name.)

2. When was the last time you cried? Um, almost yesterday? Really sick and wanted a pizza. I did not get a pizza.

3. Do you use sarcasm? Because it was discouraged growing up, I didn't develop the skill of friendly sarcasm.

4. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Probably their silhouette or their hand (to shake), because it takes forever for me to look them in the eye. My eyes give away everything; and I prefer to keep my transparent secrets to myself until I know them better.

5. What’s your eye color? Rich brown, shot through with red.

6. Scary movie or happy ending? Both are good; but happy endings can be enjoyed in all my various and sundry moods.

7. Any special talents? I'm surprisingly flexible-- it feel good to physically perform (though I usually flunk at sports, and it doesn't feel good to keep flubbing. Dance is great, though.)

8. Where were you born? Cali. Then I hit the open road for most of the next ~two years before moving away from mainland US.

9. What are your hobbies? Reading. Streamlining interests into lists (which are easy to translate into my fic rec posts.) Makeup (currently dabbling in green color correctors.) Sudoku. Drawing? Would love to sew; but haven't taken the time to learn the machine. But what I'm most proud of: compiling tomes of emails daily to send off w/ the day's collection of saved memes and thoughts on random internet/world events.

10. Do you have any pets? First, I had a multi-colored beta fish that had to be rehomed. Then I had two rabbits who have since passed. 1st: Bun-Bun, who was a gentleman and amazing first pet. 2nd: Elsie, who was the grumpiest, faux-aggressive female that had a larger back foot.

11. What sports do you play/have played? None. I was taught to swim briefly (still stink at it.)

12. How tall are you? 5'5; and I'm proud of that # because it's numerically pleasing.

13. What was your favorite subject in school? It depended on the day and the difficulty and the grade. Mostly it vacillated between English (easiest), Math (because while I love numbers theoretically I always, ALWAYS miss one), and History/Science (depending on how dry the material was. Physics killed me.)

14. Dream job? For a while I thought it was writing; but my heart is drawn to medicine, particularly maternal fields (if that's the way to say it?) However, I think my strengths would best suit jobs that are mainly filing or archiving and less with interpersonal dynamics.

I'd love for everyone to have a shot at this IF YOU WANT-- I'm a curious cat. But to name some names, off the top of my head (missing some, I still want your answers, too~):

@baronessblixen @anders-hawke @annablume @mondfuchs @ellivia @edierone @demon-fetal-harvest @agentelmo @agent-troi @agentwhalesong @x-files-scripts @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure @ghostbustermelanieking @paperheartsarts @contrivedcoincidences6 @thescullyphile @the3williams @the-spooky-alien @thatfragilecapricorn30 @borogirl @greekowl87 @tossingmyglossymane @medicaldoctordana @sarie-fairy @gabby-msr AND I ran out of time, but insert your @ here.

#tag #Tumblr #2023 #picking up baton from amplifyme

[luzho]

what im gonna be up to this week:

sydney adamu from the bear fanart. shes holding a sledge hammer. shes the best!!! i want her to succeed and her star please please pleaaaase STARS OH FUCK I GOTTA ADD STARS

next is gonna a nimona fanart. i need to find a ~metal~ pose for her first tho. and fun!!! it MUST be fun!!! (spoilers stop reading for real) Those Two will not get fanart from this man, for i have yet to process their amusing fallout and ten minute divorce and then 🥺🥺

there’s this house design project that was my final 3 years ago. i almost flunked it and i am not confortable with my proposal. and for the last years, every vacation period i say ‘i’m finally redoing it!!’ and then i dont. well. im an architect now and i gotta do it or else i will live in shame of knowing i did a shit job

read foundation’s edge!! its getting gooood tbh. i think i know where this is going but wow i like the unreasonably long explanatory conversations asimov fills this book with. also: fuck the series man. i was so fucking excited when they announced it, i thought apple tv could be trusted with not butchering it and the first episodes were all right (the proposed lore about the genetic dynasty and trantor ARE interesting)… BUT!!! spoilers blahblah WHAT THE FUCK ARE DORNICK AND HARDIN LIVING AT THE SAME TIME??? these protagonists should do their part in history and then we move the fuck on. that episodic pace of the trilogy spanning 4 centuries makes it amazing and those fucking assholes just barely sorta covered the first crisis in the entire season???!!!!! gaLAXy shut UP about these peoples personal lives and get to the part in which they outsmart fucking interstellar KINGDOMS!!!!! and seldon’s vault is OUTDOORS?? fuck off man

i wanna watch the shining again! maybe carrie but the newer one (i like the murdering effects better) maybe even citizen kane or y tu mamá también! i have a letterboxd now and i gotta inform myself on the classics u know

mmm i should write a synopsis and some basic character descriptions for my death note oc’s so i can post the art i already made. i’ve been trying to make the Perfect tumblr theme to condense all that info but im probably wasting my time there. should i just do a word file and use links? i really wanna hyperlink it. thats fun

thats it:)

#stuff i like #im so sorry for the long post if it takes up too much space out of nowhere dear friend