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jj-one · 2 months

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STRAY KIDS + WHEN YOU’RE BUSY AND THEY CRAVE YOUR ATTENTION !

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

pairing: skz x f!reader genre/tags: smut, fluff, nipple play, fingering, exhibitionism, voyeurism, marking, sexting, sending nudes, piv, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap ur willy), masturbation, oral (f receiving), dry humping, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, spanking, there is probably more but i’m too lazy to write them all words: 4.4k

[note] if you remember seeing this before yes i’m the original author i didn’t plagiarize lol, i made a new blog and was formerly known as @milkychae but deleted a while ago. i’ll be reposting all my old deleted fics and using this as an archive !

BANG CHAN. It was finals week, aka your personal hell. You were always super nervous about tests and if you didn’t score over an 80% that may as well be a failure to you. You sighed as you opened yet another textbook to read, your dickhead professor thought it would be a good idea to pile more homework on top of the fact knowing you all needed to study. Your major was biochemical engineering so you shouldn’t have been too shocked by all this intense workload. As you were sitting on the bed you heard a noise come from the door, looking to the left of you to see Chan coming inside. You don’t really put much thought into it though since you see him literally everyday and you were just really focused on studying right now. That’s when Chan starts to come up behind you, rubbing your shoulders and planting a kiss to your cheek.

“Hiii y/n, I’m back!” He says cheerfully, “I couldn’t wait to see you baby,” he proceeds to try and pry the textbook out of your hands so you can give him your full, undivided attention but you pull it back.

“Sorry babe but I really, really need to study right now.” You tell him with an exhausted look on your face. You’ve been studying for only 2 and a half hours but it feels like the entire day.

Chan looks at you and puts his arm around you, “You look so tired sweetie, why don’t you let me give you a massage?” He asks, already starting by wrapping his hands back on your shoulders.

You loved this man dearly, he just came back home from an 8 hour shift at work but is still offering to give you massages and help you out when you’re stressed. You want to tell him no and that you seriously need to focus back on studying but the intrusive thoughts were slowly winning. Ultimately you gave in to Chan’s desires and he gave you a gentle massage. The massage started off pure at first with no intention of going any further but then his hands slipped a little too far and came in contact with your nipple. He noticed you weren��t wearing a bra underneath so he slips his hand through the opening of your t-shirt, light moans were now leaving your mouth from his touch.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day babe,” Chan softly whispers while pinching your nipples, bringing his other hand down to your thigh and gently caressing it. Chan has always been good at being a distraction for you and his cock is definitely what you need instead of reading about the Principles and Techniques of Molecular Physics.

LEE KNOW. Saturday nights were the best, you had no work and got to do whatever you wanted for the whole day. You weren’t much of an outgoing kind of person so you chose to stay in and have your boyfriend Minho come over and be lazy with you. You were wrapped up in your cozy sherpa blanket watching your favorite kdrama season finale, you and Minho both loved kdramas but you got way too into them. Your eyes have been glued to the show since Minho got there and you only spoke about three sentences to him. He’s sitting on the couch next to you and he’s not as remotely interested in the show as you are, he keeps looking around the room and sneaking glances at you from time to time.

He can’t stop noticing how cute you look today, you were wearing very light makeup and had messy hair. He thought you looked so adorable in your current state, just in awe of your natural beauty. He wraps his arm tightly around you and tries to give you a kiss, but you quickly pull away from him so you can focus back on the TV, not trying to miss anything. Minho gets visibly upset by this, he wants to give you his affection yet you’re currently denying it. He tries one more time to kiss you but you continue to keep pulling away to watch the show. That’s when he decides he’s had enough and grabs the remote to turn off the TV, causing you to get frustrated with him.

“What the hell Minho?!” You say in confusion, you were getting so close to knowing who the girl’s father finally was.

He doesn’t say anything, instead he just starts roughly kissing you, pushing you down on the couch and hovering over your body. He pulls away leaving you breathless, then proceeds to nibble on your earlobe, dragging his tongue further down to lightly suck on your neck, touching a certain spot that makes you inhale sharply. He brings one of his hands to your stomach, rubbing it gently. Beginning to toy with the hem of your sweatpants and wants nothing more than for them to be off.

He was almost going to give in to that idea but a new one came to mind, an even more sinister thought. He grins as he continues rubbing down your thigh, you want him to wipe that smirk off his face so badly because you have no idea what he’s up to. Wondering what he could possibly be thinking about right now. Minho brings his fingers to your clothed heat, sliding them inside the sweatpants and starts rubbing your clit through your panties. You moan for him as you close your eyes, feeling the friction. You buck your hips in the air so you can feel more of him, but Minho grips your hips and holds them firmly in place.

“No, stop. No moving ‘til I say so,” Minho says sternly, giving your clothed pussy a little slap as he looks at you. “Since you’re so willing to ignore me, I get to tell you what to do from now on.”

CHANGBIN. You’ve been cleaning the entire house preparing for your parents to come over for dinner. You wanted to make sure that everything was perfectly spotless and the amount of cleaning you did today could account for your whole lifetime. You were cleaning the stove and just as you were about to grab another clean sponge you see Changbin with a whole box full of donuts from Krispy Kreme.

“How’s it goin’ babe?” Changbin asks while setting the donuts onto the table, he sees you wearing an apron and giant yellow gloves, “looks like you’ve been doing some serious, hard labor!”

“I’ve been cleaning for 5 hours now..” You say with an exhausted look on your face, “I haven’t even finished cleaning the stove yet.”

“Who cares about the stove y/n,” Changbin says, chuckling at your frustration about needing everything to be neat and tidy.

“I’m serious Binnie, I need to clean everything and make sure it’s all perfect!” You tell him while pouting.

“Why don’t you take a break babe.” He suggests out of concern, grabbing your hands to take your gloves off and sets them aside. He slowly brings your body up against the wall behind you, kissing you passionately. He must have been wanting you all day by the way he was hungrily kissing you, the man was sucking on your face for dear life, exploring the depths of your mouth as both your tongues were intertwined. He takes off your apron and grips his hands around your waist while your leg wraps around him, he held you so securely.

As things got more heated, and all your clothes were off, he aligned himself inside you. Your hands were snaked around his neck as you desperately move your hips to feel his cock, feeling every bit of his thrusts in you. Letting out a high-pitched moan as you grab a fistful of his hair and scream his name. Your legs grew weak with each and every stroke Changbin gives you, feeling like you’re going to faint. He continues pounding into you like no tomorrow and you hold tightly onto his shoulders for support. His skin was sticky and sweaty from all the work he’s putting into fucking you, his face looked super focused as he was hitting all the right spots. He was fucking all your stress away at this point and you were feeling so good. You feel yourself coming to your peak as he thrusts into your dripping heat, you’re seeing stars at this point. The harder his strokes were getting, the faster you were to reaching your climax.

“Mmm…gonna cum!” You cry out in pleasure, slowly losing your grip on him as you slip from his grasp. Changbin swiftly picks you up and pins you harder into the wall, making sure you don’t go anywhere by fully pinning his body up against yours. You feel so connected to each other in this very moment as you’re both about to cum, both letting out a string of moans in unison. You both reach your highs together, dizzy as your orgasm washes over you, feeling his cum leaking out of your cunt and dripping down to your leg. You just spent the whole day cleaning and now you have to get cleaned up before your parents come in approximately 30 minutes.

HYUNJIN. It was a long day at work, you were about 6 hours in and you already wanted to end it all. You work at a clothing store and on this particular day for some reason everyone and their mom wanted to come shopping. You’ve been working the register nonstop and you had yet to take a break, you were so busy that you forgot to even take one. You asked one of your coworkers if they could cover for you while you go on lunch and they said yes. You were so excited to finally be able to get to sit down and eat. As you sat in the break room you checked your phone for any missed messages, you see that you have a bunch of missed texts from the new guy you’re seeing. Hyunjin’s name is plastered on your phone and you check the messages straight away, eyes growing wide at what was shown before you. Hyunjin sent you a string of messages:

‘Hey y/n, what’s up?’ [1:15 pm]

‘Imyyy’ [1:25 pm]

‘Wyd? Are you at work?’ [1:42 pm]

‘Yea you’re prob at work :P’ [2:26 pm]

‘I’m a little horny lol’ [2:41 pm]

‘I want youuuu’ [3:02 pm]

He then proceeds to send you a couple shirtless pics of him in bed and a short video of him stroking his erect cock through his boxers. You quickly look around to see if anyone would be able to notice and you don’t see anyone else in the break room besides you. That’s when you open the video fully to see the rest, quickly get turned on as your wetness is only growing. You ran to the bathroom so you can send a photo back, snapping a quick pic of your boobs under your shirt and telling him how wet that video made you at work. You love that he now comes to you for when he feels needy, you like that he craves your attention while you’re gone. He sends you another message saying how much badly he wants to fuck you and he can’t to pick you up from work. You smile at that and tell him you only have 2 more hours to go.

You realize it’s time to get back to work and now all you can think about is that damn video Hyunjin sent you. The way he was stroking his cock all nice and slow made you want to be there to give him even more pleasure. You were walking around all day with wet and sticky panties since you came a little bit from fingering yourself in the bathroom to the video. You couldn’t wait to bounce on Hyunjin’s cock all night after you get off work.

HAN. This was now the fifth dress you tried on and you still haven’t figured out a style you liked yet. You were getting frustrated but you weren’t going to let your pickiness get you down from shopping. You were at the mall with your boyfriend Han and as much as he hated shopping he liked to see you try on the pretty dresses for him so it was a win-win. You go to a different store now and you check out those dresses, making a beeline for the pink ones since that was your favorite color. You check out all the various designs and ask Han which ones he liked best, he didn’t really give much input and just picked the shortest one for you.

You gave him a playful side eye and put the dresses you didn’t like back, heading over to the dressing room so you can try everything on. As you were trying on the dresses, Han was sitting on a bench outside the door, texting all his homies. He soon started to notice how long it’s taking you in there and although you were busy trying on dresses he was getting tired of sitting here and waiting for what seemed like an eternity. He sighs as he figures out what to do, but he ends up deciding to knock on your dressing room door. You don’t reply but he can hear stuff rustling from the inside so he knocks again and tells you it’s just him.

“Uh… I think I need help,” you tell him reluctantly, he’s not sure what you need help with but he comes in anyway. He sees you standing in the dressing room with your hands in the air and the dress halfway up your body, he starts to laugh at how you were stuck in it.

“This isn’t a laughing matter, please help get this damn thing off of me!” You whine, and he begins to unzip the dress from the back, releasing you from its tight grip. You feel like you can finally breathe once again and slip the dress off of you, now completely naked in front of Han. You were only wearing your skimpy g-string and you had your nipples pierced which Han loved about you. He looks you up and down, licking his lips as if he was about to destroy you. The only thought in his head right now was to kiss you, so he grabs your face and crashes his lips into yours, moving some of your hair out the way. You kiss him back but harder and even more passionately, letting him fondle your boobs and play with your piercing. As he toys with your nipples he looks at you with pure lust, his eyes were all hazy and he looked nothing but in love with you. He started kissing your chin and licked the side of your neck, making you get all wet and worked up for him.

“We shouldn’t be doing this right here baby,” you tell Han as he continues roaming all over your body.

“Doesn’t that make you wanna do it even more though?” He says mischievously, sucking on your neck and giving you small hickies. You knew the chances of getting caught were very high but at this moment, you didn’t really seem to care. All you wanted right now was Han and that’s all that was on your mind. His hands slid down between your legs, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers and coating them with your essence. Your wetness was leaking down to your thighs and it took everything in you not to scream from Han’s touch. He inserts two fingers in your tight little hole and goes in and out slowly, you press your lips together trying not to make a sound, so he covers your mouth.

“Shhh… quiet babe,” He whispers into your ear.

FELIX. It’s not secret to Felix that you were a workaholic, you often immersed yourself in your work a little too much. He knows you are an independent woman that enjoys the freedom of working but at the same time he really wishes you’d give that same energy towards him sometimes. You traveled a lot for work and although you two live together, it still puts a strain on your relationship being apart for long periods of times. Felix loves to be around his lover and the fact you are always so busy with work makes him want to shower you with even more love and affection when he sees you. You were gone on another usual business trip but this time it was for a week, that was the longest you’ve gone for work and it was driving him insane. Everyday he thought of you and he would text you little things that he saw randomly throughout the day that reminded him of you. You always appreciated how much Felix adored you and your work ethic, he loved you for you.

The day you came back home from work Felix came to you with open arms, he was more than excited to see you again and all he wanted for the past week was the attention of his beautiful lover.

“I’ve missed you so so much baby,” Felix says whilst giving you the biggest hug, his body was so warm and you melted right into him. You gave him a kiss and he moves you both over to the couch, pulling away from kissing you for a second with a weird grin plastered on his face.

“What’s with that look?” You ask, wondering what he’s thinking in that head of his.

“I got you a little something, I’ll be right back,” he quickly runs to your shared room and comes back with a black box in his hand.

“What’s this?” You ask curiously, holding the box up to examine what it could be.

“Just open it, you’ll be surprised.”

You do as you’re told and open the box, you see a purple velvet bag and you open to see what’s inside. It was a vibrator, it had multiple settings and looked very high quality and expensive. You instantly blushed as you held the item in your hand, looking up at Felix so he can explain what’s going on.

“I wanted to get something to relieve your stress..” he continues “because you’re always so busy and stuff, y’know.”

You smile at the naughty gift your boyfriend gave you, giving him another kiss and thanking him.

“Want to use it on me now?” You ask, knowing that he’ll say yes to you in a heartbeat. Felix’s eyes light up like a kid in a candy store and he agrees without hesitation. He sits next to you on the couch with the toy in his hand and you’re now making out. As one thing leads to another, you end up naked lying on your back with your legs spread wide out for him. He has the toy on one of the highest settings and you’ve squirted about three times for him already.

“Come on baby, you can give me another. Just one more,” Felix says demandingly, having too much fun with this toy.

You spring your head back as you feel the toy in your soaking wet entrance, you don’t know how much more of this you can take. Your legs were violently shaking and the couch was soaked with your juices, you felt like you didn’t have anything left in you. Felix keeps fucking the toy in and out of you making you scream out for him, he palms himself through his pants as he does it.

“I never want you to be away from me again y/n,” Felix’s deep voice rasps as he pumps the toy into you deeper, “I mean it this time.”

SEUNGMIN. You were laughing hysterically as you were scrolling through TikTok, you’ve been glued to your phone for hours at this point. You showed Seungmin, who was sitting next to you on his bed yet another TikTok that he probably wouldn’t think is funny. You put the screen up to his face to show him the video and he looks but doesn’t really seem that interested. You tell him how funny you think the video is and he just shrugs his shoulders.

“You know, I’d rather have you shoved in my face rather than a phone.” Seungmin says to you.

‘Ok boomer’ you think to yourself, not wanting to actually say it incase he gets offended. You decide to just ignore his comment and go back to watching hilarious TikToks. Seungmin starts to get bored and he when he gets bored he becomes bratty. You hear him whine a little bit, looking up from your phone to see him pouting and all you want to do is give him a kiss.

“C’mere,” You command for him to come closer, he quickly does so looking like a lost puppy. He plants a chaste kiss to your lips, then begins to leave a trail of kisses down your neck. He slips a hand under your tank top and lightly squeezes your boob. You sigh as you feel him innocently brush past your nipples, then he trails some more kisses down your stomach. Once he makes his way down to your lower body, he quickly takes off your pants with ease. Teasing your clothed pussy a little bit, watching as a wet spot starts to appear from the outside, he circles your clit and starts to sniff you.

“You smell good baby,” Seungmin compliments, finally taking off your panties and tossing them somewhere on the bed. He kisses the inside of your thighs and feels the warmth of your skin on his lips. He loves every inch of you and he wants to take his time with you. Flicking his tongue on your clit and you hiss at the feeling, you want him to fuck you with his tongue. He licks a nice long stripe across your wet folds, staring up at you while doing so, your phone still in your hand the whole time. Seungmin brought his head up more to face you, “keep looking at your phone while I eat you out babe, pretend like I’m not even here.”

You comply with his instructions, continuing to watch TikToks like normal and Seungmin goes back to devouring your pussy like the good boy he is.

JEONGIN. It was a very nerve wrecking day for you, you were meeting Jeongin’s parents for the first time today. You put on your most expensive Dior perfume and prettiest heels to meet his mom since Jeongin told you she was very into fashion and can tell when girl’s wear cheap perfume. You wanted to impress this woman as much as possible since this was definitely going to be the man you wanted to marry someday. Jeongin reassures you the whole day that she was going to love you regardless,

“Even if you wore perfume from the Dollar Tree she’d still like you!” He tries to give reassurance. You don’t believe that’s true but when you get to his mom’s house you meet her and the rest of his family. His dad was super nice and everyone was very welcoming towards you. You were actually shocked by how chill and laid back everyone was, you felt bad for assuming that they would be mean to you. Jeongin’s mom was the last person you met, when you met her she came off as a little timid but then she started to warming up to you once you started having a lot of things in common.

She was really sweet and super funny, you now know why Jeongin is such a charming guy. You see Jeongin come up to you so he can pull you away from his mom for a bit but his mom brushes him off to tell him she wasn’t finished talking. He walks away with a defeated look on his face and you continue talking with his mom. When the food is ready everyone gathers at the table to eat and you sit beside Jeongin, his mom was across from you both. You were busy for most of the day talking with his family and getting to know everyone. He wanted to be with you but he couldn’t even get the chance, feeling left out in the conversation. You feel your phone vibrate from the table and you pick it up to see who it is, seeing that it’s from Jeongin but you’re confused because he’s sitting right next to you. You turn towards him to ask him why he just texted you but he puts his finger to his mouth to tell you it’s a secret. You place your phone under the table to look at the message,

‘Come meet me in the bathroom upstairs by the laundry room ;)’

You instantly blush from reading that text and try to hide your flustered expression. You look at him and nod your head to signal that you understand. Jeongin shoots his head up and tells his parents who were across the table from him that he needs to be excused to go to the bathroom. You shoot yourself in the foot thinking about what excuse you can come up with so you both don’t look sketchy.

“Sorry please excuse me I have to take this important call for my job,” you quickly say to his parents as you head over to where you’re supposed to go.

You meet Jeongin in the bathroom where he told you to and you went straight to heavily making out. He grabs your ass and spanks it lightly, “How long you think we can be in here before they start to notice?” You ask, his lips now glued to your neck.

“I dunno, I honestly don’t really give a fuck.” He says bluntly, turning you around to face the sink and the mirror, pressing his bulge against your ass. He starts grinding his dick against you slowly, kissing your neck and running his fingers down your body. He lifts up your dress and drags his cock to rub against your clothed cunt, you lowly moan his name and he smiles. He’s about to fuck you so hard against this sink all the while his parents not having a clue where you two went.

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beom-s-author · 2 months

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+ When they call you clingy

Choi Soobin:

Everything was so strange. You had a ton of homework to deal with. You were trying to stay busy with your own life, but you noticed that your boyfriend Soobin was very exhausted when he came back. His under eyes were sunken. You decided to put your work aside and take care of him, but the stress and fatigue had completely exhausted him. He was too unhappy to notice your effort. When he came home, his favorite meal was ready. You covered your living room with blankets, just like you did most nights with him, and turned on a ridiculous love drama from the 80s from the movie. Everything was so classic but you thought this would bring him back to his senses. But you were wrong...

When he comes back to house again, he was unhappy again. He seems exhausted like he always in comeback terms. But you decided to not give up from him. He always did when you are at your worst down. So you gave him an understanding smile. But he didn't respond back like he always did. He didn't hug you or smile back. And this was the last straw.

"What's wrong? You didn't talk with me this week." You asked to him. You were waiting for a respond.

"Can you be a bit welfare? You are so clingy." And yes,he said it. Trying for something is being clingy? And you asked yourself this abput 3 times before shutting the door behind you. You just heard his whisper as 'shit'.

Choi Yeonjun:

You didn't realize how time passed. You were working a pat-time job after school and taking care of your sister's daughter on the weekends. With all this work going on, you didn't realize how much pressure your boyfriend was under. He was coming home and you were sitting across from each other. That day was both yours and his free day. The documentary on the screen that you have been looking at for an hour has finally finished. When you raised your head and looked at him, you realized that he was already staring into space. Then a strange conversation took place.

"Babe..You are looking tired.."

"Yeah..whatever.." he was cold as ice. You gulped. He was never like that.

"Is there any problem? I don't like unhappy Jun."

"Why are you caring this now? You were like a ghost this week and now you are asking this? You have to be clingy,right?" As his words hit, you can feel your eyes are getting teary. Your pupils get wise and you gulped. Your eyelashes are threatining you to drop the tears. But you wiped them immedietaly and go out. He was watching you from distance.

Choi Beomgyu:

Everything was a big mess. You were all over him and asking for his problem. Because he was too distant and cold this times. You were trying to reach him but he was hiding in a big ice cub like he always did. You always broke this ice cub but now it was impossible. He was staring at the void and holding a pen in his hands. He was trying to compose TXT's new song and now he was too depressed with that. You went near of him and grabbed his pen.

"Why are you so desperate to write this? You can do this later honey. Just take a quick break."

"You can't understand me. I am doing a job which is important not like you. You are sitting at your clinic and listening people's words. This is boring and unnecessary." He crossed the line this time. Your job was your dream job. And now he was daubing it now. You looked angry.

"I am also doing a job which is important. And why don't you respect towards to me? I guess we are sensitive about this topic."

"Yes we are. My job is requiring space and relax behaviours not clingy and weird actions as a psychopath has." He crossed the line again and now you weren't tolerating now.

"I am apprehensive about you! You are not talking, eating, even sleeping. How can I be relax about it?" You replied back.

"Do you know what? If you are complainant like this why don't you leave?"

You gulped with his words. You were now sad more than being furious. You go to your room and grab your coat with your purse and phone. You shut the door. He watched you with empty eyes. He couldn't recognize how he hurt you.

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domesticblisss · 2 years

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robin buckley x female reader; platonic!eddie munson x female reader requested prompt: "can you do an imagine where the reader and eddie are best friends? the reader is bisexual and is dating robin but y/n has never come out to eddie so he walks in on y/n and robin doing the deed and he is just so confused." rating: mature. minors dni word count: 1893 summary: reader is in a secret relationship with robin, what happens when her best friend, eddie, walks in on them? warnings: angst, smut and fluff, the triad. oral (female receiving), fingering, 80's related homophobia, drug mentions and pet names (angel, sweetheart and baby). a/n: i was so excited to write this one request that i literally woke up like, an hour earlier than i needed to and wrote like, 900 words. i hope you guys like it and that i did the request justice.

Being a queer woman in the 1980’s isn’t exactly easy. Having to deal with bigoted minds and fetishising men all the time takes a toll on your mental health. And add to that the fear of not being accepted by your loved ones and you have the recipe for not coming out.

It’s especially worse when you are dating within your friends’ group and your best friend doesn’t know you are dating you guys’ best friend.

Can you imagine the pickle she’s in now?

She never meant to hide it from Eddie, she loves him like a brother, she really does, but it would break her heart if Eddie started hating her because she is in love with a woman. Because she’s in love with Robin.

Robin.

God, how can she even begin to explain Robin.

Robin is fun. She’s quirky, she worries too much, but she’s also carefree, her nervous rambles are the cutest thing in the world, she always plans the best dates, and she is such a badass. Seeing Robin deal with Vecna in the Upside Down was one of the hottest things she had ever seen.

And fuck, Robin is so hot. Her long, agile fingers, her plush soft lips, her raspy voice, god, her sexy raspy voice, legs that went on for days, and the most perfect set of ti– okay, let’s not get carried away.

In summary, Robin is nothing short of perfect.

It’s a friday afternoon, 5p.m to be exact, and she’s lazily sprawled on Eddie’s couch, a burning joint passing between the two best friends.

“There’s a special screening of the three Nightmare on Elm Street movies tonight at the drive-in, wanna go?” Eddie asked, voice a bit hoarse from all the smoke.

“Umm, I would love to, but I– umm, well I got a date tonight.”

“Oh, you little minx! Do I know who the lucky guy is?”

“Kind of?”

“Wait,” Eddie noticed the hesitation in her voice. “is it– is it Steve?!”

“What?! Eddie no!”

“Is it Jason?!”

She’s flabbergasted, mouth hanging open while she tried to gather her thoughts “Eddie, what the fuck? Do you even know me at all?” she shook her head. “I’m already late, I should be going.”

She got up and took the joint from Eddie’s hand to take one last hit. As usual, he complained and she laughed as she gave it back to him. She kissed her best friend's head, saying “I’ll tell you how it went. Love you!” as she left.

She couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty in asking if Eddie knew her at all and hiding such a big secret from him. But she will tell him. Eventually.

Robin doesn’t have that many friday nights off. It’s the busiest day of the week and for some miracle, Keith decided to give her a much deserved break. Of course she wasn’t going to complain.

Since Robin was tired after a long work week, they decided to stay in.

She would cook some nice pasta and a chocolatey dessert, Robin would snatch a few tapes and they would spend the night in each other's arms.

It’s safe to say that Fast Times quickly turned into background noise.

Robin’s lips are on her lips, in an urgent, soul searing kiss. She’s playing with Robin’s nipple as Robin tries to unbutton her pants.

“Someone is clumsy today.” she said, breaking the kiss as Robin is taking too long to take the button out of the tiny hole he’s secured in.

“Yeah, I missed you and I can’t wait to eat you out.” Robin admitted, sitting on her knees to get a better look at the small object.

“God, Robin!” she moaned.

“What, I missed you and your sweet little pussy.”

“Fuck, come here.” she says, pulling Robin by the hand in another scorching kiss.

It’a desperate, four hands working rapidly to get rid of their clothes.

As usual, Robin is a tease. Her lips faintly touching the sensitive spot on her girlfriend’s neck, the tip of her nose caressing the girl’s earlobe.

After a lot of protest from her girlfriend, she trails kisses and little love bites down her chest, wasting no time in playing with her sensitive nipples.

The girl starts moving her hips desperately, trying to get some friction. Robin moves down, sloppy kisses leaving a wet path down her gorgeous belly.

Robin pins her lover’s hips to the bed and slowly brings her face to the girl’s warm core, teasingly blowing air to her sensitive clit.

“Rob, please.” the girl whined.

“Tell me what you want.” Robin teased in her raspy voice.

“I want you to fuck me, please.”

Robin wasted no time. Her lips attaching to the girl's clit, tongue lapping around her hole, drinking all her juices. Her long fingers touching her lover’s sweet spot repeatedly.

She came in a matter of minutes. Legs shaking, hands gripping the comforter and Robin’s hair in an attempt to bring her closer to her core, Robin’s name coming out of her mouth in a whispered chant.

She pulls Robin up when it becomes too much and a giggle escapes her lips.

“Come ‘ere, I wanna taste myself on your lips.” the girl said hoarsely.

Robing quickly obliged, asking “Think you can get me another one?”

She nods, pulling Robin down, moaning as she tasted herself on Robin’s tongue.

Robin’s fingers are working extra hard in her girlfriend’s pussy, her second orgasm already forming when–

“Angel, how did the date go? You’re back–“

“Eddie what the fuck?!” the girls screamed in unison.

“Early…”

The couple scrambled around trying to gather their clothes, blankets or whatever they could to cover their bodies.

Eddie is frozen by the door, mouth agape, moving without any sound coming out.

“Eddie,” his best friend said, “we can explain!”

“I’m– you– I’m going to leave you guys alone… you know, to finish whatever you’re doing.”

“Eddie–“ Robin pleaded.

“No… you guys are clearly busy. I’ll– I’ll just go… talk to y’all later. I guess…” Eddie left in a hurry, even with the girls calling out for him.

“Rob…” the girl started crying. “He hates me.”

“No, sweetheart,” Robin hugged her girlfriend, holding her tightly. “He doesn’t, okay? He is just shocked.”

The girl started crying harder, her mind going a million miles per hour.

“Hey baby, look at me.” Robin asked, hands cradling her head, wiping her tears. “Calm down. I know it is scary, but give him sometime and then talk to him, okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

The night was restless. The morning came without the girl being able to close her eyes and rest for a single second. She felt tired, anxious and scared.

Robin had left early, the first shift of Family Video calling her name.

After too much thought, the girl finally decided to call her best friend.

The phone rang one, two, three, ten times, and when she was almost hanging up, Eddie finally picked it up.

“Hello?” his voice is raspy and low, a clear sign he had just woken up.

“Hey, it’s me.” her voice is small, barely above a whisper.

“Oh, hey angel.”

“Did I wake you up?”

“Kind of… but I needed to anyway, so thank you.” his voice sounded brighter, sleep finally evading him.

“So, umm… we need to talk– I need to talk to you about last night.”

“Angel, it’s really no probl–“

“No, Eddie, please. I really need to talk to you.” she begged him, voice on the verge of tears.

“Oh, it’s serious. Got it.”

“Yeah. Could you meet me in like, half an hour in the woods?”

“Our spot?”

“Yeah.”

Those thirty minutes were the longest of her life. Her nails were bitten as were her lips, and she is pretty sure she was about to open a circle shaped hole on the ground.

She kept checking her watch, watching the minutes slowly passing by.

Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed by past the time they had agreed to meet. Eddie was late.

He hates me and is not coming. Her anxiety was getting the best of her.

“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart.” Eddie’s voice came from behind her and she sighed in relief. “Had to wash my hair.”

She nodded. “So…”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t even know where to begin.” she laughed a humourless laugh.

“Take your time.” Eddie grabbed her hand and squeezed. The gesture made her a bit emotional.

“I– I like girls, Eddie.”

“What about that dude you were seeing a few months ago? Paul, right?”

She nodded. “I like boys too.” she whispered. “I’m bi, Eddie. I like boys and I like girls the same, I like kissing them, I like holding their hands and I like making love to them.”

Eddie smiled, trying to not disturb her rant.

“And I love Robin. We’ve been dating for like, two months now. And she’s so sweet, so lovely… and– and she helped me so much after, you know, everything that happened to you down there. I really, really love her.”

“And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but I was so terrified of how you would react when I came out to you, I thought you would hate me and–“

“Hey, hey, angel, calm down.” Eddie interrupted her as he noticed she was starting to hyperventilate. “Breath, okay?”

She nodded and wiped the tears that were threatening to spill.

“Why did you think I would hate you?” Eddie asked, his soft voice, trying to calm her.

“We live in such a small town and I’ve seen how people like me and Rob get treated. Remember mr. Johnson?” Eddie nodded as she kept going. “I just didn’t want anything bad to happen to us… I was afraid of how you were going to react, you know, we never really talked about this.”

Eddie laughed, squeezing her hand tighter. “Angel, you’re friends with the town freak, do you really think I would mind? And besides, who's to say I haven’t had my fair share of… experimenting?”

“Really?” the girl asked, eyes going wide.

Eddie just shrugged.

Silence engulfed them, the air a lot lighter. The girl started laughing and crying, this time crying happy tears. Eddie got up and sat beside her, hugging her tightly.

“I love you. You’re my best friend and I love you, okay? I know my reaction yesterday wasn’t the best, I was mostly shocked in seeing you and Robin naked, and a little bit hurt because you didn’t tell me before, but I get you, okay?

She nodded.

“Good. You don’t have to hide anything from me anymore. I will always love and support you no matter what.”

“Yeah, no more secrets.” she said, lifting her pinky, Eddie quickly locking his on hers.

“Does anyone else know?”

“Only Steve.”

“Steve? You told Steve before me?!” Eddie shrieked, making her laugh.

“No. You know Steve and Robin are best friends and she came out to him last year. He knew she had a crush on me and actually pushed her into asking me out, so you know, he, surprisingly, figured it out.”

“Huh, okay. If I find out Steve is getting news before me I’m disowning you.”

“Okay, Dad.” she giggled.

“Hey, they are screening the three Nightmare on Elm Street movies again today, wanna go?”

“Race you to the van?”

Feedback is welcomed and appreciated 🤎

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley fic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things x reader #strager things imagine #stranger things fic #db writes #db fics

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trashymammalishere · 1 year

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distract me pls

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life?

2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?

3: What do you think of when you hear the word? (you choose)

4: What something you really want right now?

5: Are you afraid of falling in love?

6: Do you like the beach?

7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?

8: What the background on your cell?

9: Name the last four beds you were sat on?

10: Do you like your phone?

11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned?

12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?

13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler?

14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?

15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?

16: Are you tired?

17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact?

18: Are they a relative?

19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?

20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?

21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?

22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?

24: Is there a certain quote you live by?

25: What on your mind?

26: Do you have any tattoos?

27: What is your favourite colour?

28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?

29: Who are you texting?

30: Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?

31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?

32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?

33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you?

34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?

35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?

36: Were you single on Valentines Day?

37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed?

38: What do your friends call you?

39: Has anyone upset you in the last week?

40: Have you ever cried over a text?

41: Where’s your last bruise located?

42: What is it from?

43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?

44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with?

45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes?

46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?

47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style?

48: Do you make supper for your family?

49: Does your bedroom have a door?

50: Top 3 web-pages?

51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping?

52: Does anything on your body hurt?

53: Are goodbyes hard for you?

54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?

55: How is your hair?

56: What do you usually do first in the morning?

57: Do you think two people can last forever?

58: Think back to January 2007, were you single?

59: Green or purple grapes?

60: When the next time you will give someone a BIG hug?

61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?

62: When will be the next time you text someone?

63: Where will you be 5 hours from now?

64: What were you doing at 8 this morning.

65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked?

66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today?

68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

70: How many windows are open on your computer?

71: How many fingers do you have?

72: What is your ringtone?

73: How old will you be in 5 months?

74: Where is your Mum right now?

75: Why aren't you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?

76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?

77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?

78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?

79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike?

80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?

81: How many people have you liked in the past three months?

82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?

83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?

84: You're drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you with?

85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care?

86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?

87: Who was your last received call from?

88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?

89: What is something you wish you had more of?

90: Have you ever trusted someone too much?

91: Do you sleep with your window open?

92: Do you get along with girls?

93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?

94: Does sex mean love?

95: You are locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?

96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?

97: Did you sleep alone this week?

98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?

99: Do you believe in love at first sight?

100: Who was the last person that you pinky promised?

#100 questions

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lemoncrushh · 6 months

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a sad little life update...

hi friends. I know Tumblr isn't always the best place to post about personal shit, but I feel the need to let some things out, and if you wondered why I've been MIA...

a few weeks ago, I got fired from my job. it was a sucky job, I didn't really like it, but it was close to where I live and it had health insurance. I'd only been there since January. the ironic thing is it was a mental health treatment center. but the owner didn't give a shit about the mental health of his own employees. he just wanted to make money. I ended up sending a long email about how I felt working there and what I was unhappy with (I won't go into those details here). a week later the HR lady told me they were letting me go. not the boss. not my supervisor. nobody else talked to me.

in the meantime (actually the day before), I had reconnected through Facebook with an old high school boyfriend. we exchanged numbers and chatted every day. he had been going through his own shit, but had a new outlook on life, positivity and all that. so he told me he wanted to help me. he lives three hours from me, and he even offered to let me live with him and get a job there. so anyway, he invited me to come visit for a weekend, and I was so excited. although we both agreed not to have any expectations (just see how it goes), we flirted all the time. for the first time in a really long time, I was feeling happy.

when I got to his place, I didn't notice the change at first. but that night he pretty much rejected me. we kissed, but he said we shouldn't "do anything reckless." I was like what?? I let it go because I knew he was tired (he works nights and had been killing it all week). the next day, although he wasn't really standoffish, I kept getting the feeling he was entering the friend zone. that night, he rejected me again (gave me some lame friend excuse), and I cried my eyes out. the next morning he asked if we were okay, but I told him I didn't know. honestly, I couldn't even look at him knowing he didn't want me. so I left. I cried almost the whole way home.

he'd told me to text him when I got home, so I did. but he didn't reply. I kept texting him, but I got nothing. when I finally heard from him, he said he was "giving me space". I told him I didn't want space, I wanted to talk. I couldn't tell if he was angry at me for leaving, or at himself for rejecting me, but I think it's the latter. we had even had a discussion at his place about how I hate when guys ghost me. but that's exactly what he's doing. he told me he was "attracted to my heart and my mind", something about my potential. That was over a week ago. Last Wednesday is the last time I heard from him. I'd asked him what I could do to make things better. he said to let him finish his day and catch up on what I wrote. he has not texted me since, even though I've sent a few more messages.

I feel so pathetic. if it was just some random guy, I probably would have just shaken it off and moved on. but because we had history, and because he'd seemed so adamant (and excited) about helping me, I just feel so lost and confused. my heart hurts so bad. some days are worse than others. today was the worst because I went back and read some of our old conversations. how could he say those things and then take it all back?

when he knew me before, I barely weighed 100 pounds. I have gained another 80 since then. I told him I was fat. he argued I wasn't. but I think once he saw me in person he was disappointed. he was probably trying to let me down easy, hoping we could still be friends. but it ended up biting him in the ass because I got upset and called him on it. he's choosing to ignore me rather than admit the truth because then he'd be the asshole. that is the only explanation that makes any kind of sense to me.

anyway, sorry for the rambling. in the meantime, I'm still living at my ex's house, still trying to find a job. I'm still waiting for my bankruptcy to be filed (just a couple things left to do, but it's taking forever), and I have no money.

because of all this shit, I have had no motivation to do any writing, or even reading. I'm so sorry. I just can't even bring myself to think about it.

rejection seems to be following me everywhere. in my teens, I was always rejected by guys I liked because I was a virgin and they didn't wanna be my first. when I finally found someone, he rejected me a week later to go back to his ex. my own ex husband didn't wanna marry me at first. now that I'm older, men don't want me because of my age or my body. I get rejected for jobs because I don't have a four year degree or the experience they want or I'm too old. I've never been anyone's favorite. never been anyone's first choice.

I had really hoped this old boyfriend connection was kismet. that we had come full circle and were supposed to help each other (even though I never believed in that sort of thing before). I'm so heartbroken :(. it hurts.

#personal #read if you want

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artfightdramaconfessions · 7 months

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So, this year I did my first Art Fight; I had joined in 2021 but kept myself as a spectator to observe it and see what the rules would be like, how things are done, the general etiquette of it - and I think, being involved in the fight is very different from watching it.. Wholesome, sweet and kind on the outside; very distant, lazy and disorganized on the inside.

Personally, however, I had a wonderful time! I think I pumped out loads of art and I am proud of what I did for others; high-quality, fully-rendered, respect being given to character features and everything being on-model. I drew exactly 80 pieces, majority of them being waist or fullbody, and only about 5 simple-shaped characters and 3 mass attacks. It was heartwarming to see much of it later being posted on Toyhouses, in the character's reference pages, and elsewhere. All around, I was satisfied in what I was able to provide and enjoyed drawing characters I wouldn't personally design, like drawing really cute girls and ferals when I usually lean to monsters and men! I found unique designs, novices and beginners, all sorts.

And while I got a quarter of defenses in return which I absolutely cherish and some sweet comments on a majority of my pieces, I saw how others have complained about not being given responses for work that they've poured hours into... That made me wonder if that's just.. Generally the mentality of artists now; either too introverted to show appreciation to fellow artists in spite of us collectively knowing how challenging it can be to make art, or just joining to farm and then acting too tired or busy to actually participate. - And then the other half almost kill themselves and psychologically drain themselves in the parasocial cycle that Art Fight has to offer in its "trading environment". Sure I could be classified in the latter group too, but I still practiced self-care and got shit done compared to the burnout horror stories I see. It's quite a wild contrast to observe, and leads to psychological turmoil on both sides when one only gives and the other only takes.

There's also the case of people joining the fight and not contributing at all; just picking a side, dropping some characters, (sometimes a broken promise) and then disappearing. I do not want to hear the "they have real lives off the internet, they were busy" excuse, either - I too have a life: I am a teacher during the week /and/ I have a weekend job. When it is summer holidays for the Northerners, I am down in the Southern hemisphere, dealing with the winter, working and freezing my hands up to the point I don't want to create art sometimes when I get home - but I was still perfectly diligent and on top of things.. But hey, maybe I'm built different, and some people are simply just lazy and want rewards without the effort, or quickly assume they deserve more than what they should.

On the bright side, I'm glad I didn't deal with anyone hostile or disrespectful, and I only encountered two genuine art farmers who pretended they didn't know how to draw or "weren't skilled". Always the same excuses, at some point we have to stop giving them the benefit of the doubt so often; As gatekeepy as it is, I'd imagine a game for artists should be reserved for artists, it's not like an unfit marine biologist would want to participate in the Olympics, let alone be allowed to, so why should people who otherwise hate drawing or don't want to learn the skill and deliberately say such things want to join? In a sense it feels like a mockery towards art and the exchange of creativity in general, and I've been on porn sites that check the quality of your art before they post it better than this! There should be at least an entry requirement for signing up for Art Fight where you send in an artwork before the mods verify your account; there would be a fuckload less farmers, for certain.

I'm hoping that maybe, just because it was my first Art Fight, that /maybe/ this high-attack low-defense ratio of mine is to be expected, and if I just manage to spread my art to even further crowds and find new people to attack, I'll find others who will like my designs and be eager to draw them with the same level of eagerness I had to draw theirs. All that matters to me is if I find people who /want/ to draw my characters, not feel obliged to, in the same way I was never obliged to draw that pink, ridiculously-well-endowed Succubus or stocky, angry little Pokemon - but I did it anyway! I simply enjoyed the spontaneity and diversity of character design and unfamiliar fandoms. In the end, after all I've said, it doesn't matter how much art you get in return, it's about how proud you feel about what you contributed to the fight, and what you learned and discovered in the fun little world of character design.

I don't feel discouraged to draw less next year, I'm going to simply relent, but I can see why other artists hang their heads after their first time when they encounter hostility, are ignored, or don't get what they want out of it.

I think these are some things that I would want to improve if I could:

The ratio should calculate points, that will really incentivize people into prioritizing quality over quantity with their attacks. If you want to see how many attacks VS defenses someone has, just go and check on their front page (if you want it to specifically see how many attacks and defenses they had in one year specifically, they should add a sorting filter for that). The only "downside" I can imagine is an increase in mass-attacks, a joy for some but not for others.

After July, I think that we should still be able to submit Revenge-Only attacks during August - and to not have revenge chains be exploited, only be able to post a revenge once on a Level 1.. Level. I see a lot of people seeming guilty for not being able to attack back within the month or being a minute too late to submit a revenge, and then also just being too shy to submit the attack off-site / not being able to do it offsite / not thinking it's worth it without getting points / etc. - and easy resolve would be to allow revenges to still be posted during August, and Moderators can calculate the event scores and winners in September; trying to cram all of the admin into 12 days is insanity and I am speaking from a perspective that deals with a painful amount of admin. Also, get a fucking search bar that's accessible for everyone, holy Hell.

I'm.. Not sure if my tangent was in good spirits or not, it's rather just thoughts that have been rolling around in my head while I've been reflecting on my experience. Hope everyone else had a good Art Fight and reached their goals, or met and made some friends through it. :)

#art fight #artfight #artfight2023 #submission

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rosalesbeausderholle · 1 year

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I genuinely don't know what's wrong with me, I don't know if it's due to being too much on That Damn Phone TM or some type of ADHD or both or neither but I've been suffering for so many years. At first I thought it was just my depression which made it hard to keep focused (which coincided with my final years in highschool which were the only ones where I really had to spend any extended period of time studying, before that I had enough with half an hour of studying) but then I got better and I still couldn't pay attention to anything anymore.

I am unable to start studying for any subject until it was 10 pm the previous night. It takes two pages to lose my concentration. I am unable to finish a project until 6 a-fucking-m the day it is due. How did I make it through uni with relatively good grades? Who the fuck knows? I spend hours and hours and hours working but 80% of that time is lost because first I have to fight against myself to not let my mind wander. I end up in a panic whenever I have three tasks at the same time. I've tried everything under the sun, every app, every method, every reward system.

This year wasn't the first year I had a job, but it was the first year where I had a job AND studied AND had an internship thing at the same time. I feel like I haven't had a single moment of rest since October. I had to do extra hours to finish my work tasks because I couldn't concentrate on them during work hours, which took time from my university homework hours which took time from my internship hours on and on and on. The last two weeks of last semester I was sleeping 3 hours a night. Working on finishing my papers from 6 am to 3 am, only to barely write anything the whole day because again 80% of the battle is against my brain.

I thought this semester would be different, I only have two classes, my job and my thesis, how bad can it be? Well, here I am, 40 days to handing my thesis in. I still only have 10 pages out of 60 (aiming for 30 this weekend though because I'm delusional and my mom will pay me cash money for it).

And I've gone to different therapists and psychiatrists and they're all like "well it technically can't be ADHD because the difficulties started when you were 16" and yeah technically and I'm sure social media addiction did not help at all but like the only reason the difficulties started when I was 16 was because I never needed to actually study before. Like I could learn everything from one reading because it was easy to me. As for homework, if I could get away with it I did wait until the very last day to do it. The days in which I didn't do that was when I did my homework while my mom (who is a teacher) tutored my cousins so we did all our homework together. Even now I need her to help me stay focused by setting me challenges to finish on time.

I don't know, I hope desperately that with some medicine this would be better, but I'm tired I'm so tired of this being my life, I'm convinced I'll end up having a heart attack just from sheer stress. I don't know what to do anymore.

#liveblogging my life

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geekfanficwriter · 2 years

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Caught Somewhere in Time- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Part 16/?

Summary: You end up in the 80s, 20 years earlier than it should be luckily a certain metalhead is about to make your time in the 80s much easier. Words: 3.9k Warnings: angst, just very, very angsty

Part 15 Part 17

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21st March 1986

You groan as your alarm goes off, reaching over and hitting the top of it to turn it off as Eddie wraps his arms around you tighter, his eyes half open.

‘Babe, we have to get up.’ You tell him, not making any effort to move yourself.

‘Do we?’ Eddie whines, a cheeky grin crossing his face.

‘Yes, it’s the last day of school before spring break and the finale of your DnD game.’ You try to bribe him with the prospect of DnD in hopes he’ll get up.

‘Yes, I know that but you what’s also happening today? A pep rally first period. Do you really want to go to that?’ His eyes are probably open now, looking down at you in a sweet way that makes his heart melt.

‘It doesn’t matter, we have to go.’ You tell him, trying to sit up but Eddie squeezes you preventing you from getting up.

‘Or we sleep in and go in second period instead? I mean do you really want to hear about school spirit? What a bunch of cheerleaders chant?’

‘I know you want to watch cheerleaders.’ You smirk at him.

‘Nope, the only person I want to see in a short skirt is you.’ He kisses you on the top of your head and you sighed. You really didn’t want to get out of bed. You were comfortable and warm, plus you liked being cuddled up with Eddie.

‘Fine, but we’re only staying in for another hour, then we have to get up.’ You threaten but you lean up to kiss him on the lips afterwards.

‘I promise, although maybe we don’t have to go back to sleep?’ Eddie says, flipping you over so you were on your back and he was hovering on top of you.

‘You are insatiable.’ You roll your eyes but Eddie smiles at you, with a cheeky grin. You lean up and press a kiss to his lips, placing your hands in his hair, loving the feeling of it under your fingers. You were excited about spring break tomorrow and getting to spend two full weeks just Eddie and you.

You had a migraine from hell. It had come on some time before lunch but now as you and Robin were walking to lunch it was complete agony. You could hardly see from the pain. Robin was talking to you but you weren’t listening to a word she was saying, your head too sore.

‘Robin, I’m sorry but I can’t hear a word you’re saying. My head is killing me.’ You tell her, rubbing the sides of your head.

‘Oh sorry. I was just telling you that I’m tired of listening to Steve talk about his dates.’ She tells you and you nod along.

‘Who even is he dating currently?’ You laugh slightly then cringe, the feeling making the pain worse.

‘God knows. I don’t listen when he tells me.’ She laughs as she pushes the door to the cafeteria open. You look over at the Hellfire Table and let out a groan.

‘I do not have the energy for that boy today.’ You say looking at Eddie who’s stood on top of the table, giving some sort of speech.

‘I don’t know how you ever have the energy for that boy but good luck.’ Robin gives you a pat on the back, walking over to sit with her own friends while you head over to your own table, sitting down next to Gareth.

‘What’s he ranting about?’ You whisper over to Gareth as Eddie runs about.

‘Forced conformity.’ Gareth whispers back as Eddie plops down next to you. Dustin starts speaking up and suggests Eddie postpone the campaign as Lucas can’t make it. You let out a groan, knowing Eddie isn’t going to be happy with that.

‘Eddie calm down.’ You mumble as he rants but he doesn’t seem to hear you, too focused on Mike and Dustin so instead you put your head on the table and place your hands over your head not paying attention. Blocking out the light from around you seems to help slightly with your headache but your head is still pounding.

‘Babe.’ Eddie says shaking your shoulder and you glance up at him. ‘You alright?’

‘No, I have a migraine from hell.’ You whine.

‘I can take you home if you want.’ You nod and Eddie stands up, grabbing your back alongside all his stuff and leading you out of the cafeteria. You head outside and over to his van, climbing inside and closing your eyes once you're sat comfortably in the passenger seat.

‘So you’ll never guess who came up to me this morning asking for drugs?’ Eddie speaks and you hum in response to let him know you’re listening. ‘Chrissy fucking Cunningham.’ He lets out and laughs and you open your eyes, glancing over at him.

‘Chrissy Cunningham? The school’s golden child? Are you sure she’s not just hitting on you?’ You snort out.

‘That’s funny, babe.’ He replies sarcastically.

‘Why wouldn’t she like you. You do have the nicest eyes in Hawkins.’ You smile over at him.

‘Second nicest. You take that prize. When you’re not squinting in pain of course.’ He reaches over and grips your leg, giving it a squeeze as you place your hand over the top of his.

You drive the rest of the way in silence, and pretty soon Eddie’s van was parked out the front of your trailer.

‘Right, I’m going to go back but you take care of yourself and I’ll come by after Hellfire with some dinner. How does that sound?’ Eddie says, smiling over at you.

‘Yeah that sounds great but you stay safe too. Especially with Chrissy.’ You lean over and give him a kiss before climbing out of the car and heading into your trailer. You dump your back on the floor and head through to your room, stripping down to your underwear and top, not bothering to get dressed before you climb into bed, pretty quickly falling asleep.

22nd March 1986

You woke up to a loud knocking on your door. You blinked awake and rolled over looking at the alarm clock. You sat up, realising it was morning and frowned with confusion. Eddie was meant to come over in the evening to check in on you so where was he? The banging at your door came again and you slid out of bed, grabbing a pair of sweatpants off the floor and slipping them on. You head to the door and open it to see Max standing there.

‘Max, what are you doing here?’ You asked with confusion until you looked behind her, seeing what looked like the entire Hawkins PD gathered around Eddie’s trailer as Wayne sat on a nearby bench, smoking a cigarette, looking stressed. You breathe out Eddie’s name and try to run over to his trailer but Max stops you.

‘Don’t. I saw Chrissy go into his trailer last night and I don’t know what happened but I think she’s dead.’ Your eyes widened, a million thoughts going through your head. Why was Chrissy at Eddie’s? Where was Eddie? Was he even alive? What if he was dead?

‘Eddie wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t.’ Max raised her eyebrows at you and you gave her a glare.

‘Look I don’t know what happened but it was weird all the lights started flickering and then I heard a scream and saw Eddie drive off but it felt like it could be…’ Max trailed off and your eyes widened.

‘It could be related to the Upside Down.’ You were freaked out. ‘We need to find Eddie, give me 10 minutes and I’ll be ready to go.’ You shut your trailer door and ran inside, quickly having a shower and pulling on some clothes. You threw your door open and Max was still standing outside. You gestured over to your car and you both climbed in.

You drove around to find both Nancy and Lucas but neither of them was home so you headed over to Dustin who thankfully was home. Dustin was completely on your side and also believed that Eddie was innocent. You were incredibly relieved that Dustin agreed with you and once Max had explained what she saw all three of you left Dustin’s to go find Eddie.

‘We should go to Family Video, and see what Steve and Robin think.’ Dustin said and you nodded.

‘Yeah, plus we can use the phone’s there to call around, see if anyone has seen Eddie.’ You know the best course of action was to see if any of the other Corroded Coffin members had seen him. You made your way over to Hawkin’s Main Street, pulling up outside Family Video. All three of you jumped out of the car and you told the other two to go ahead and fill in Steve and Robin. Meanwhile, you head over to a nearby deli, you hadn’t eaten all of yesterday and you were starving. You quickly order a sandwich for yourself, and then think again, grabbing two more, one for yourself for dinner and one for Eddie once you found him.

You shoved the sandwiches into your bag and headed over to Family Video where the other’s all gathered around.

‘Y/N, please tell me you know where Reefer Rick lives?’ Dustin yells slamming down the phone as you walk in.

‘Nope, never been there. Eddie wanted to keep me far away from him.’ You sighed, swinging over the counter and pulling your sandwich out of your bag, starting to eat it.

‘Great friends your boyfriend keeps.’ Steve replies sarcastically and you glare at him. You were not wanting to deal with Steve’s comments today.

‘Do we even have a last name?’ Dustin asks and you shrug.

‘Bet the cops know the last name.’ Steve mumbles and you turn to look at him.

‘What?’ You all turn to look at him.

‘I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he’s been busted at some point. Means he’s in the system.’ Steve shrugs and you look at him like he’s an idiot.

‘The cops? Really, Steve? What's your suggestion?’ Dustin replies looking at Steve the same way you were.

‘I think they should be filled in on what we know, what’s going on?’ At this point, you’re about ready to jump across the counter and hit Steve. How could he say that?

‘You think Eddie’s guilty, don’t you?’

‘I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit. I just, you know, don’t think we can rule it out.’

‘Eddie wouldn’t do this. He wouldn’t.’ You shook your head.

‘You don’t know that, Y/N.’

‘No! I do. All you know about Eddie is the bullshit you’ve heard around town. I actually know him and he could never do that. He has a heart of gold and the idea of ever hurting anyone could never cross his mind. How dare you act like I don’t know the man I love? The man I’ve spent every day with for the last two years. If you ever imply that again, I’ll fucking kill you.’ You were yelling at this point, tears streaming down your face and you spoke.

‘Hey, Y/N. Calm down.’ Robin wrapped you in a hug and you cried in her arms for a moment. All you wanted was to know if Eddie was safe, to make sure he was okay.

‘Okay, maybe you can help us instead of upsetting people Steve?’ Dustin says as you tried to compose yourself.

‘Hey, someone has to attend to the customers?’ Steve asks.

‘Especially if they’re babes, right?’ Robin winks, making you laugh slightly.

‘Hey, not fair. Okay? I attend to all customers equally, babes and non-babes alike. We’ve got a very big section in here. It can be super overwhelming for people.’ Steve defends himself as if he wasn’t just always flirting with customers.

‘Yeah, it can be.’ Robin says her eyes lighting up as she scoots over to the computer.

‘Please tell me you’re having one of your genius ideas, Robin.’ You say as she types Rick into the computer. You look through all the Ricks until you figure out which one is most likely to be Reefer Rick.

Once you have the address you drive out to hopefully where Rick lives in Steve’s car.

By the time you arrive, it’s dark outside and you all started to look around the outside of the house. You screamed Eddie’s name but got no response until Max pointed out that there was a boat house around the back. You all headed into the boathouse and started looking around, hoping that Eddie was there.

‘What are you doing?’ Dustin asked as Steve poked a tarp with an oar.

‘He might be in there.’ Steve says continuing to poke the tarp.

‘And your plan is what? Kill him with an oar?’ You asked sarcastically.

‘Look someone was here.’ Max says pointing out a bunch of fast food wrappers.

‘Maybe he heard us? Got spooked and ran?’ Robin suggested.

‘Don’t worry. Steve will get him with his oar.’ Dustin replied sarcastically.

‘I know you think you’re being funny but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight-‘ Steve is cut off by a form flying at him. You’re terrified at first until you realise it’s Eddie, holding a bottle to his throat.

‘Eddie!’ Dustin yells and Eddie glances over at him. ‘It’s me, Dustin.’

‘Eddie, babe.’ You say moving close to him with your hands outstretched. ‘That’s Steve? He’s my best friend, remember? He’s not going to hurt you.’ You talk calmly and quietly but the look of terror on Eddie’s face breaks your heart and you feel tears welling in your eyes.

‘Steve, drop the oar.’ You tell him and he does.

‘What are you doing here?’ Eddie says cautiously.

‘We’re here to help you. Come on, you know Dustin and Robin’s one of my closest friends and Max is our neighbour.’ You still manage to keep the calm tone in your voice even though you’re just about to completely break down.

‘Eddie, we’re on your side.’ Dustin adds on. ‘I swear of my mother.’ Eddie looks between you all for a moment before letting go of Steve and moving towards you wrapping his arms around you tightly.

‘Thank god, you’re safe.’ You mumble as you hug him back, tighter than you’ve ever hugged him before. You start crying as you hug him, the true fear of the last day catching up with you.

‘I was so worried about you.’ Eddie mumbled. ‘I wanted to come back for you but I was so scared.’ Eddie pulled away slightly and you realised he was also crying. You leaned up and wiped his tears away, comforting him as you did.

‘Eddie, we want to know what happened.’ Dustin asked carefully, trying not to interrupt but needing to know.

‘You won’t believe me.’ Eddie shakes his head. It’s only at that moment that you realise Eddie is still gripping the broken bottle, his hand shaking with fear. You reach down and wrap your hand around his, running your thumb over the back, trying to calm him down.

‘Try us.’ Dustin says and Eddie looks between you all before nodding. He moves over to sit down, not letting go of you. You sit down with him as he curls up against you. You comfort him as he tries to figure out what to say.

‘Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, she just like, hung there, in the air and her bones started to snap and her eyes, man. It was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling. I didn’t know what to do so I ran away. I left her there.’ Eddie explained a look that was a mix of fear and guilt on his face. ‘You all think I’m crazy, right?’

‘No. We don’t think you’re crazy.’ Dustin tells him as you stroke Eddie’s hair.

‘Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds.’ Eddie yells making you stop the motion of your hand for a moment.

‘We believe you. Look what I’m about to tell you might be a little… difficult to take. You know how people say Hawkins is cursed? They’re not way off. There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins and sometimes it bleeds into ours.’ Dustin explains to Eddie who now looks much more confused than before.

‘Like ghosts and shit?’ Eddie asks, trying to understand what he was saying.

‘There are some things worse than ghosts.’ Dustin says before asking Eddie some questions about what he saw. Eddie explains that she seemed to be in some sort of trance and Dustin seems to have some sort of realisation. He explains that he thinks it may be Vecna doing this and you blinked. Of course, you knew who Vecna was, even if you hadn’t played Eddie’s most recent campaign you’d be there during the organisation and planning of every session. You knew everything there was to know about Vecna, at least the fictional version. After you had all agreed that this was clearly something to do with the Upside Down, the other’s all promised to come back tomorrow to give Eddie some food and started to make their way out.

‘I’ll see you, tomorrow, babe.’ Eddie tells you, letting go of you. You shake your head and frown at him.

‘I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here with you.’ You tell him. There was no way you were leaving him, plus you realised that you now had to tell him the truth whether you wanted to or not. Eddie looked like he was considering protesting for a moment but instead didn’t, seeing the look of determination in your eyes and to be honest he didn’t want to be away from you either.

Once all the others went away, you and Eddie sat in silence. You didn’t want to offload on Eddie currently, especially while he was clearly still processing everything. You get up and head over to your back, grabbing the sandwich you had bought and handing it to Eddie who thanks you.

‘How do you know about all this?’ Eddie eventually asked and you let out a deep breath, realising it was now time to tell him everything.

‘Because I’ve thought monsters from this other place, the Upside Down, before.’ You admit looking down, not wanting to see his face as he realised you’d been keeping something from him.

‘When? Why didn’t you tell me?’ Eddie asks, there seems to be more concern in his voice than anger which relaxes you slightly.

‘Once the day I arrived in Hawkins, once in October two years ago during that argument we had and once last summer when I was gone for a few days. I wanted to tell you, I did but I knew you’d want to get involved and try and protect me and I couldn’t let that happen because if something happened to you, I don’t know what I do.’

‘You don’t think I feel that way? You don’t think it was terrifying to me for you to go missing and now I found out you could’ve died? Been killed by these monsters?’ Eddie yelled and you felt incredibly guilty. Of course, you’d considered that this would be terrifying for him. That’s why you’d kept it secret.

‘I know but I’m one of the only people who can actually fight them.’

‘And why’s that? You’re just a normal eighteen-year-old, you’re not made to fight monsters.’ Eddie argued and you gulped, realising it was now time to tell him everything.

‘Eddie, I haven’t been completely honest with you.’

‘Well, obviously I figured that out.’ You could hear the anger in his voice and you couldn’t look at him.

‘Eddie, when I was 14, I wasn’t sent to a behaviour camp. I was kidnapped and taken to a facility where they ran experiments on people with powers. People like me.’ You finally muster the courage to glance at Eddie who looks completely baffled at what you’ve just told him.

‘What do you mean powers?’

‘Exactly what you think. I have powers. I can control fire, earth, air and water… and I can also time travel.’ You make a flame appear above your hand to prove to Eddie that you weren’t lying, you were telling the truth.

‘Why were you so hesitant to tell me you can time travel?’ Eddie asks picking up on your tone.

‘That’s the final thing, I need to tell you.’ You think for a moment trying to figure out how to word your final confession. ‘Eddie, I was born in 1987, when I was kidnapped it was 2001 and I managed to somehow travel back to 1982.’

‘So nothing you’ve told me about yourself is true? Everything is a lie.’ Eddie spits at you.

‘No, everything else I’ve told you is true. I promise, all the stuff about my family, my past, it’s all true.’

‘Why would I believe that? I don’t know who you are.’

‘You do. I’m still me.’ You beg him, tears running down your face now. You knew this was going to happen which is why you kept it secret. Even if you shouldn’t have. Even if it was all your fault that Eddie was mad at you.

‘No, I don’t. The girl I knew understood what it was like to be abandoned by her parents. She was someone who I could relate to and was the same as me. Now I learn that’s all bullshit.’ You don’t know what to say. He was completely right. You had pretended to understand his past when you couldn’t. You knew that your parents were probably terrified when you went missing and would spend every moment searching for you. You shouldn’t have lied but how do you explain the truth to someone when the truth was so unbelievable.

‘Get out, Y/N. Leave me alone. Or better yet, fuck off back to 2001 or whatever year you said you’re from.’ There was venom dripping off Eddie’s every word. You had never seen him this angry, never. It broke your heart to see him in so much pain and it hurt, even more, knowing you’re the one who caused it.

‘I made a promise I would never abandon you and I know my word doesn’t mean shit but I plan on keeping that promise. But I’ll give you some time alone right now.’ You try to keep your voice even but it does break as you speak. You open up the door to the boat house, heading outside into the cool summer air. You walk over to the back door of Rick’s house and try to open it but see it’s locked. You stretch out your hand and slowly push the air around the door towards the lock, creating pressure until you hear a loud crack and the door swings open. You head inside the house, and sitting down on the couch, finally starting to sob as you do.

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supernovaodessa · 8 months

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I'll send this as an Ask rather than an unsolicited DM, but the sadness in that Brittney Spears GIF caught my eye. Are you ok? Feel free to ignore/delete this, I just thought I'd check in.

I know the Brittney Spears gif was from the other day, but I only just discovered this ask so I apologize 🖤

There's times when you read something that touches you and before you even have the time think about it, you're crying. This was one of them. Thank you so much for checking in. For caring. Usually if someone besides my partner asks me that, I know all the only answer they want or expect to hear is "I'm fine." But because your concern was so genuine I want to be able to be honest about it. Especially because you were able to hone in on it all from a gif.

I'm not doing well right now. The anniversary of my mom being diagnosed with lung cancer last year came around the middle of September. I've been thinking about it a lot. How much life changed when it was already hard to begin with. Her chemo and radiation is done now, but she still has immunotherapy every fortnight. Throughout her entire treatment, I was her sole caregiver. I've no problem with it and would not have wanted it any other way. She's my best friend, has been my entire life and I live for her. However, both her and I realized how alone we are when she was fighting for her life. And it was an indescribably hard lesson to learn during the most terrifying time. We learned how conditional the love was from everyone in our lives. From friends, to the closest family members we loved and trusted. My mom was always the one who took care of things for people. Took care of everyone before she took care of herself. We realized that the people who kept taking and taking and taking just couldn't be bothered when she had nothing left to give anymore.

I'll be honest when I say that I'm a pretty cynical and pessimistic person. But any little bit of hope I had in people died when all of this happened. It broke me because I saw how much it broke her. To see a woman wasting away to nothing, crying because she can't understand what she's done to these people to deserve to be treated in such a way. Why they don't love her anymore. To see her feel such fear to live the rest of her life feeling as though she has no one to rely on. It breaks my fucking heart. I find myself thinking about it during the last couple weeks and it makes me uncontrollably sob. For what she went through, and for my own fear. Of realizing that if something happens, I have no one. No family or friends to rely on. (I don't include my partner in this statement, by the way. He's done everything he can and has gone above and beyond anything I could have asked of him. I know he knows this, but I wouldn't have survived the last year of life if it weren't for him.)

Part of the fear I feel is because I'm quite sick myself. I've been battling a plethora of chronic illnesses and pain for the last 15 years. I worry that I can't take care of my mom, especially if I can't take care of myself. Pain doesn't care if I really need to work a 15 hour day 6 days a week. Or if I have to stay up the entire night taking care of my mom. It doesn't discriminate. And because of the trauma of the last year, I've really broken down physically, mentally and emotionally. I've only just turned 30, but I feel like I'm 80. I'm just...so fucking tired. My soul is so tired.

So when I saw that post that said "do you wanna come to my house and do absolutely nothing with me?" It was just like....yes. I want that so desperately. I want to be little again. I want to watch The Land Before Time VHS tapes whilst coloring in my favorite Little Mermaid coloring book with a brand new box of crayons. I want to be carried to bed and kissed goodnight, cuddling my stuffed animals and waking up with no pain. I want to be a teenager again and ride around at night with my best friend listening to music. I want to be the young adult I once was. Being a makeup artist for Chanel during the day and a classical musician at night doing Broadway shows or symphonies. And I wish I could be the woman I always dreamt of being at this age. I'm mourning the life I wanted to live, as well as the one I wanted to provide for my mom. There's so much I want. Or wish was different. But most of all, I just want to feel safe.

I apologize profusely for how long this response was. It was a way of answering you honestly, as well as getting everything off my chest that I've kept buried inside me for over a year. I know we've only spoke briefly before, but I want you to know how much it means to have someone care. To ask after me, especially when you didn't have to. I hope with all of my heart that you always keep the kind and loving nature that comes from your heart. Please don't let anything in life ever take that away. For the sake of anybody that comes your way, but especially for yourself. Most importantly, I hope you always have someone that checks in on you, too. In life. Online. Where ever you may be. You so deserve a hug right now and I'm sending you the biggest ones I can find. xx

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sexybabystevie · 2 years

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Hi! I'm rather new to your channel because I saw your Steve x sarcastic reader HCs and I absolutely LOVED them they were so, so good and you're extremely talented at making HCs and I wanted to add my own into the mix as well.

Rose 🌹 – Red roses symbolize romance, love, and courage. Send me a short description of yourself, including things you enjoy doing, and your desired character to receive a headcanon on how they would confess their feelings to you!

My desired character is going to be a little bit tricky because I have two ST loves of my life but because you just did a Steve one I think I'm going to pick Eddie.

So hi! I'm a little bit more of a socially awkward type, I tend to be really introverted but once you get to know me I'm insanely sunshine-y and happy. I tend to really love reading books especially Stephen King or fantasy novels, Lord Of The Rings has been a huge part of my life since I was in middle school and my parents finally deemed me old enough to watch the live action films with them. I also am obsessed with film, I love rewatching the same movies over and over again. I love studying film, my parents have this running joke where I can figure out the plot of any show and for the most part be right on the money every single time *they're always like wtf are you magical or something every time it happens*. I'm also utterly in love with musical theater cast albums as well and could probably talk for hours endlessly about my favorite ones. My music taste is a really intense mesh of 80's pop, rock, and metal music as of recently. It was actually due to Eddie that I explored metal music and found affection for it in the first place.

Thank you for listening! I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with

A/n: Thank you so much for the kind words!! I'm so happy you liked my other headcanons! <3 I have to say that this is the first time I'm writing for Eddie, so I hope that I do his character justice! (And that you enjoy!) And, I’m also so sorry this took so long! You caught me right between the time that I was in the process of moving to and starting college, so things have been pretty hectic since then! Thank you so much for your patience!

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Song of Sunshine

Eddie Munson x Sunshine!Reader

Tags and Warnings: No Warnings, Soft!Eddie Munson, Friends to Lovers, Headcanons, Sunshine!Reader, Implied Love Confessions, Pure Fluff, Dorky!Eddie Munson.

Word Count: 3010

He hadn’t meant to, but Eddie Munson had been eyeing you for a while; you were someone of great mystery to him. He was familiar with almost every face in Hawkins High, having dealt with some of them for far too many excruciatingly long years, and yet yours is one that’s on his mind more often as of late. He’s been scanning the lunchroom on the daily, keeping his eyes out for any new recruits for Hellfire, and something in his gut keeps pointing him in your direction, his gaze always lingering a little longer on you than at any of the others.

If he’s being honest with himself, he’s tired of seeing the same painfully mundane, averagely boring kids each and every day – none of them really having that spark, that potential that he’s been searching for – so he’s almost giddy when he sees you sitting alone at a lunch table, nose buried between the pages of The Lord of the Rings. Instantly his mind is ringing, thoughts scattering because he feels like you’re a light at the end of the tunnel – someone with the kind of creativity and interests that would fit in perfectly with Hellfire – and as much as he wants to rush up to you to ask if you’ll join his club, he’s still a little hesitant. There’s an almost shy nature about you, bashful and timid like a wild bunny, and while he finds it endearing, he also is aware enough that he shouldn't startle you and disrupt your peace.

So, instead, he waits. He waits for probably too long, because it’s been about a week and you’ve moved on from The Lord of the Rings and are now reading Stephen King’s Pet Sematary. He thinks it’s certainly an interesting choice – despite his somewhat intimidating style of dress, he certainly isn’t one that handles horror easily. Especially horror novels; he only half paid any attention to a short story that one of his teachers read aloud in one of his many English classes, and he was so disturbed that he nearly didn’t sleep for days afterward. Hell, he can’t lie, there have been D&D sessions that he’s been to that he’s nearly pissed his pants over. To say that his imagination is overactive – so active that reading anything remotely grotesque has him shuddering and feeling nauseous – would be an understatement. Movies, he can somewhat handle, what’s shown on screen is tame compared to what he could conjure with his mind, but anything even mildly scary in book form is a no-go.

That’s part of the reason that he stalls again, face scrunched up in thought as he look intently at you. Something about you has him feeling sheepish; all he can seem to do is marvel and wonder about you from afar. He knows the younger members of Hellfire – Mike, Lucas, and Dustin – have noticed his thoughtfully awkward glances, meaning his time before they undeniably make some witty comments is running thin. He knows he needs to say something before someone catches him staring and wrongfully assumes he’s being a creep like half of the guys in Hawkins High tend to be, but he feels frozen in time, a wistful statue caught in a moment of hesitance.

He’s so preoccupied with his thoughts that he barely registers the bell ringing and the horde of students that meander along to their next class. He’s not fully aware of his surroundings as he stands and takes his plastic tray over to the garbage can, and he’s definitely not on planet Earth as he accidentally steps on the back of his own shoe, sending him pummeling right into the back of someone who seems oddly familiar. Someone who he thinks he should be able to instantly recognize, someone whose mere outline is something he should have engrained into his mind, and all too quickly they’re turning their head and he gets a glimpse of the cover art for Pet Sematary and – oh, shit. It’s you.

This isn’t how he expected to introduce himself to you, with his hands grasping at your shoulders and his face inches away from the back of your neck as he tries not to tumble the two of you into the disgusting cafeteria floor, and he feels both like laughing and cursing himself for his inattentiveness. At the sight of you, however – wide, nervous eyes and bashful smile – Eddie’s completely drawing a blank. You’re looking at him with polite inquisition, questioning and uncertain but in a gentle manner, and he can’t even begin to imagine what’s on your mind. He has a reputation that precedes him; school-proclaimed ‘Freak,’ a thought that almost has him cringing. Normally, when he’s in his element – talking with his friends, managing the Hellfire Club, playing D&D – he doesn’t care less about what some pretentious teenagers think of him, but right now, he can’t deny the rush of anxiety that hits him like a wave on the beach. He’s been thinking of this moment for days, of how to talk to you so that you think he’s cool, and messing it up feels close to that same kind of humiliation that he vowed to throw away when kids relentlessly teased him for being different in the early years of middle school.

Still, he trusts you and your awesome and somewhat intimidating taste in novels, and he must really be caught on the idea of that because he’s suddenly blurting out, “I wouldn’t have ever pinned you as the type for horror.”

He immediately feels regret – who is he to try and say something about your personality? He’s barely been aware of your existence prior to this week and God, he feels really stupid, until your soft voice breaks through to him.

“And you’re not?” It’s quiet in the chaos of the lunchroom, shrouded in shyness but also holds hints of something else, something more familiar. Something he’s used to hearing from his friends, that’s kind and a little playful, and then he realizes that you’re not only trying to make friendly conversation – you’re giving him a chance! – but you’re also attempting a little joke. Albeit, it is a tad awkward with the tone you’re using, but he doesn’t mind at all. He actually thinks it’s quite cute, although he doesn’t spend too much time reeling on that thought.

“Definitely not,” he says, and he finds himself shocked as how easily he’s telling the truth. Most people he knows would have lied, either to have more of something to relate to or to create a false sense of self, but he doesn’t feel the need to. There’s a kindness, a curiosity in your eyes that has him wondering if you’ve been stealing glances at him for days like he has. “I’m more of the adventure-fantasy type guy.”

The words have barely fell from his lips and you’ve already got a low-burning fire behind your eyes, the excitement that he previously saw secondhand now coming forward. He smiles softly to himself; the spark.

“Really?” you ask, voice a little louder, more incredulous. The rays of passion peek behind the clouds of your timidity, and it’s obvious that you find it hard to bite back an agape expression.

“Yeah!” Eddie exclaims, as if his answer is the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe it is. “The only time I ever really cared enough to show for English class was when we read The Lord of the Rings.”

His words are like gasoline, setting your already simmering demeanor aflame, the former introversion suddenly thrown out the window. Your features are bright, eyes glittering with interest. A bright smile overtakes you, covering you like a thinly veiled blanket, and you look so surprised and enthusiastic that you’re standing on your tip toes, bouncing softly on the pads of your feet. Your exhilaration is highly contagious, worse than the time Hawkins closed down the schools a few years ago because over half of the student population had the flu, and Eddie doesn’t fight the way his mouth automatically widens its grin to match yours. As if he could, anyway.

You trudge back to class together, replying to one another with elevated voices that earn a few annoyed glances from your teachers, and while neither of you are even aware of it in the moment, this is the start of something new, unbidden as a rose petal among the concrete, but not unwelcome. When Eddie finally gathers up his courage and asks you if you’ll tag along at the next Hellfire meeting – as a bystander so you can decide if you want to really join in and start making your character next week during your lunch break – you say yes with a smile sweet as honey, and just like that, your futures have been interwoven.

As Eddie expects, your “tryout,” as the younger children of Hellfire have so intelligently deemed it, goes amazingly. You’re already forming a character and their backstory, spewing intricate details to him as he drives you home. He doesn’t even have to ask if you’re coming to their meeting next Saturday; the gleam in your eyes already answered his silent question the moment that the group continued their game. You hadn’t even had all of the context and you were still watching in awe, shoes excitedly tapping against the floor as you “watched the magic happen,” as Eddie said. He wasn’t wrong; your creative and wandering mind easily was captivated the second that he began recalling where exactly the players had left off last time.

You show to Saturday’s meeting, and the following Saturday’s, and you even go to Mike Wheeler’s dusty basement – which everyone made sure to let you know wasn’t mandatory – to retrieve some old character sheets on an early Monday morning during your autumn break. Even Mike, the kid whose house they were digging through, complained about having to get up to help find his own precious pages, but you hopped right into Eddie’s van without hesitation or resistance, only thing carried with you being a sleepy grin.

Turns out, you make an interesting addition to their group. Your enthusiasm and cheeriness – regardless of the situation – is unmatched, and the contrast between the group before and after you’ve arrived is grand. You always shout out unique suggestions, make references to your favorite novels and movies, and you never fail at being a carrier for glee. One small gasp of excitement from you is all it takes for your energy to bleed through to everyone else; some of the other members, like Mike and occasionally Dustin, feign mock annoyance at how easily everyone is swayed by you, but it never seems genuine. If it ever verges too close to hurtful territory, Eddie shoots them a harsh glare as a warning and they back off, which you always find amusing. You know that, out of the two of you, Eddie’s the least likely to hurt even a caterpillar.

It’s not long before the two of you are spending insane amounts of time together, including outside of school and Hellfire. Sometimes he comes over to your place and you sit outside together, toes in the soft grass as you catch each other up on everything going on in your lives – not that there’s ever that much you have to fill him in on; you’re practically attached at the hip when you can be. Other times you hang out in your living room, rewatching some of your favorite films while raiding your snack cabinet. Some of Eddie’s favorite moments are these; when he’s sitting next you, arm lazily rest upon the back of the couch, close enough to you that you can feel the warmth of his skin without touching, and he can watch you vividly talk about your analysis of specific scenes in the films. Witnessing your raw, glowing passion has his chest swelling with admiration.

On the weekends when conflicting schedules cancel Hellfire meetings – which isn’t often, as being present and an active participant are Eddie’s most valued expectations – you frequent an old, run-down theatre in downtown Hawkins together. The tickets are cheap, there are rarely any other viewers, and the employees there either have a preference for older films or they can’t afford to purchase many from this decade. Regardless, it’s always a good time. With no one else around to tell you to be quiet, you’re giggling at Eddie’s cheesy jokes and making a few of your own.

There’s this one thing you can do – he calls it your “Wicked Movie Vision” – and it blows his mind every time it happens. You have this infallible ability to predict the plotlines, and the outcomes of said plotlines, of any movie you see. You insist that it’s not that difficult, that it’s only a matter of understanding popular tropes and knowing what to look for in the subtext, but it never fails to leave him in gaping awe. He likes to brag about it to the rest of your friend group, and he’s ever-persistent about how cool it is, despite their often lackluster attitudes towards it.

One Friday afternoon, when neither of you had any other plans, Eddie surprisingly called you on on the phone and sounded a bit more nervous than usual. It was barely there, a twinge of awkwardness, but was still noticeable to your observant ears.

“Hey, it’s your favorite leader of Hellfire,” he greets, drawing out the syllables in his first and last words, making you laugh. You neglect to mention that he’s technically the only leader of Hellfire; you let him have his little moments. “So uh, I know you don’t have anything planned tonight since we talked about it yesterday... Do you wanna come over? I can pick you up and we can hang out for a while?”

You have the feeling that he’s holding back some words; something tells you that he has some other reason for inviting you over, but you still smile and nod, verbally expressing your agreement when you realize that you’re not, in fact, currently visible to your friend.

Eddie comes to pick you up as usual, despite you saying that you’re fine with walking the short distance between your houses, and you start to feel a tad bit nervous. You don’t typically visit Eddie’s house often – your place is the usual hangout spot for you two – and you’re a little worried you might do something silly or disrespectful on accident.

Of course, you have nothing to worry about. The two of you talk excitedly in the car just like usual, and Eddie admits that he wants to show you something that he wrote for his band. You’ve been to a few Corroded Coffin practices, forever cheering him on in the audience, and it’s actually due to him that your music taste started developing more towards the kinds of songs that he likes and creates. You’ve never said it outright, but you enjoy the music a lot more just because it reminds you so much of him.

When you walk into Eddie’s trailer and take a tentative seat on an extra chair, watching as he leaves the room and mutters on about something to do with his guitar, you can’t help but notice that the smidge of tension from before is back. You’re starting to wonder if something may be wrong, but you don’t have much time to reel on it before he’s returning with his beloved instrument.

“You ready?” he asks, ghost of anxiety within his upturned smirk. You nod, and his fingers begin to strum at his guitar strings.

The melody starts out a little slow, almost tentative, but then it picks up and you can tell that’s where a beat drop from the drums would typically be. Everything shifts, and the tempo speeds up and becomes more intense. He’s closing his eyes as he plays, feet tapping and head bobbing, and you can tell that he’s really put his heart and soul into this song.

It’s over almost too quickly, leaving you wishing that you could somehow have a mixtape made of only that song repeated so that you could listen to it forever, and your closest friend is looking to you, silently waiting for your reaction. The hesitancy in his eyes fades away when you beam at him and go on and on about how much you loved it, recalling specific moments that really struck you as your favorite, and, as it’s sure to do, your admiration and eagerness pass unto him.

He’s so touched, so utterly appreciative and happy that you liked it so much, that he doesn’t stop himself from admitting, “I wrote it when I was thinking about you.”

You’re stunned into silence, never having expected that such a masterpiece was written in your honor. Quite truthfully, no one else had ever done something so intimate for you before, and that certainly didn’t help with your overwhelmed quietude. You’re caught up in your thoughts, wondering exactly what he means by that because you certainly know what it sounds like, and the soft blush across his cheekbones seems to answer your question for itself.

You subconsciously scoot closer to him, knee softly knocking against his, and your hand reaches out to rest upon his forearm almost on its own accord. His arm is warm against your palm, shirt atop his skin soft and thin, and his eyes shoot over to yours in pleasant surprise.

“Will you play it for me again?” you ask, toothy smile gleaming up at him, and who is he to deny you? Truthfully, he couldn’t say no to you even if he wanted to.

With a goofy, almost timid smile, and an almost whispering of “’Course I will,” Eddie Munson’s fingers pluck the first few notes of the song that he wrote as he was falling in love with you.

#the garden🌷#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things 4 #stranger things

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I think that anon belied a common misconception among many well-meaning people, too, that is actually worth addressing, wrt my donation posts: I DONT usually get money from strangers, and I DONT put those posts up with any expectations at all! Sometimes they don't work! Sometimes we get nothing for weeks on end, or just $5 here and there, and we go a month without everything that we need, and we make do with what we can find anyway.

But the thing is, when I do put up a post and I ask for money, I'm NOT asking strangers. I have a TON of connections near & far that I talk to online. I'm putting out a call to all of my friends, giving them an update, and saying, "hey if any of you is better off right now, we could use a hand!" often my friends are no better off than me, and they can't help. that's fine! Its hard times for everyone! that's why I know they don't begrudge me for asking.

In fact, a lot of my friends send me money WITHOUT me asking!! one of my IRL friends has learned to recognize when I need more help and I'm playing it down. They gave me $60 just recently, after I waffled for hours about taking their money, and finally told them I could get by the rest of the week on $30-50. Another friend, someone I've known since we were toddlers, sent me $80 out of the blue several months ago just bc she missed us and was thinking of us, and she had a little extra. Last time we talked to her, I mentioned how our food stamps got cut, & we'd be out for another week. She venmo'd me $30 labeled "pizza tears" before we even got off the phone (which I think was hilarious fwiw). A different friend recently heard that Bel and I wanted to go on a date to taco bell, and when I said we could do it for under $20, she gave me $50 and said "make sure you get the cinnabons!!!" Another friend bought me winter boots and socks this year as soon as i said i didnt have any- THE best, warmest, cosiest socks I've ever owned. Last year, one (1) of my tumblr mutuals covered my ENTIRE cost of post-op care for top surgery. I said "I'll probably need $$$" and they covered all of it! That same person has bought me groceries, meds, and gas on many other occasions, too. All of these people are folks I've known for years either thru tumblr or IRL.

Very occasionally, it's a newer mutual or even a stranger. One time, when I was still on Twitter and very early in my transition, I said something about how gender affirming my old high school Chuck Taylor's were and how I missed them so. My mutual from another COUNTRY immediately sent me $60 for gender affirming Chuck Taylor's. I haven't spoken to that person since Twitter went south, sadly. If youre still out there, I named my shoes after you, Bergamot & Jones, and I think of you every time I step outside. Another time, a guy who wasn't even my mutual sent me a bunch of binders and boxers for free. Sometimes even my old coworkers from my mall days pop up out of the woodwork and send me 20 bucks or something.

I have more stories like this. Not even just about money. Like that guy who saw me pop a flat tire in the mall parking lot and insisted on changing it for me.

I actually also never feel guilty about asking for what I need, or accepting it, and you shouldn't either. I don't like this idea that you need to grovel and be exactly This self-flagellating and full of hatred and remorse to ride and earn one (1) morsel of kindness. What do I look like, a Catholic? You dont have to apologize for wanting to stay alive. You didn't ask to be born, and you weren't the one that put a price on living!

You know what I do instead? Pay it forward. Yes, I ebeg often, yet I, too, will sometimes send $5, $10, $30 to people I care about whenever we wind up with a little extra. You can't save money as a poor person anyway, it doesn't work, so why cling to my last few pennies when someone else could use it right now? I've watched Bel give away his last $5 to a different homeless person twice since we've been living in the car. One time we stayed and had dinner with the guy and his dog. He was a hitchhiker named Ray and he was SO interesting to talk to.

There are studies that show that the most generous people when it comes to donating are NOT the people with the most money. It's the poorest ppl in the community who have been or are in your shoes, and who know how you feel, who pitch in when you need it most. Hence the community $20. The idea that panhandlers are expecting something from well-off strangers who can't empathize with us is like... kinda silly lmao, we know most of those ppl hate our fucking guts and want us dead, actually. (Are rich ppl really just that threatened by the idea of sharing that they see someone going "help please (generally speaking)!" And they immediately go "ugh, ME????? How dare you ask ME specifically for MY hard earned money?????" Idk it kinda tracks.)

I also use a jovial tone in a lot of my posts because I have to ask for help a lot, and it gets tiring to everyone to constantly hear "I'm soooo sorry for being such a needy piece of GARBAGE, AGAIN, I really hate that i have to do this, but..." because that's just The Friend Who Is Apogizing For Breathing. That doesn't feel good to hear any more than it does to say, no one likes that. And yes SOME people DO want you to feel that way about needing help- but its not going to be the people who will help you, I promise you that. Also, think about what you're saying when you talk about yourself like that. Why are you garbage? Because the cost of living is too high? Because your boss doesn't pay you a living wage? Because your landlord wrings you dry? Because you can't afford your meds or food? How is any of that actually about you at all? How does being hungry and wanting to live make you garbage???

Deeply unfortunately, you also tend to get more attention with a chipper tone and a preemtive "thank you" instead of an "oh God oh God oh God I'm so sorry I'm so fucking sorry, fuck!!!!" I also won't imply urgency where there isn't any. Sometimes we DO need money asap and it's like, we'll literally be stranded in the woods with no food if we don't get it. But other times, we need money, but like, we have time to figure it out. I save the urgency for the times I really need it.

Instead I focus on the positive: I DO have a lot of friends who care about me, all over, and even strangers who care about me, too! Those people have been keeping my ass alive for YEARS! They shouldn't have to do that! I shoudlnt have to beg to continue to use my own organs! But also, how cool are my friends for being the realest commies I know??? They're not going to just let me die out here. Why would I be sad about that? Why would I feel bad about people caring about me and wanting to see me pull through? Why would I apologize for proving that the human loving spirit is in fact alive and well? In the times when there IS less urgency, I think it's just nicer to my friends to make a lighter hearted post once in a while- you know, for the ones constantly seeing this stuff and helping me out. I think it's nice to acknowledge them in a positive way, instead of always being like "god im do sorry that im STILL BREATHING, i know you guys HATE that!!!"

Like. Idk if this is making sense. Remember that post where the person was telling their partner, "I'm just so worried that you'll think I'm stupid and want me to shut up," and their partner said, "Thats kind of mean, I wish you wouldn't think of me that way"? It's like that. If your friends and mutuals wanted you to shut up and die and feel guilty for living, they wouldn't be sharing your posts or donating to you, and it's kind of... mean? To get off on that foot. It's like we expect people to only help us begrudgingly. Thats not true at all! Donation posts are optional. Most people who reply to them do so because they're in a position to help and they WANT to, because it makes them feel good.

It's thanks to my friends that I am still alive to make all these delightful posts for them to read. They want me to stay alive because they like having me around. So i try to continue to be that presence in exchange for their love and suppport, and yes, i will incorporate that into my posts asking for help, especially if its a less time-sensitive ask. Idk like, re-framing a situation and focusing on the positive is a basic coping skill from many types of therapy and I hate to say this but it really is good for you. (Also fwiw I try to always say "thank you" to every individual who sends me money, each and every time. Sometimes they don't let me send messages back thru the pay apps, and sometimes I forget, but I try to every time.)

Plus, damn near EVERYONE needs help right now! Poverty and income inequality and chronic houslessness and chronic ILLNESS are all at ALL TIME HIGHS. Pre-covid 25% of the population was disabled. I wonder what it will look like next time we get a handle on those numbers?

So just to be clear, again: I don't expect donations to pull us out of poverty! If that were realistic, it would have already happened, ive been doing this for a decade. I don't expect strangers to have a stake in our situation, either. All either of us want is to be able to keep living our lives as best as we can for as long as we can- and a lot of our friends, and other people, DO sympathize with that. That's a point of pride for the community I've chosen for myself. I refuse to feel guilty about surrounding myself with caring, wonderful people who actually read my posts. That sounds like a pretty big win for me actually lmao.

AND I refuse to feel guilty and self-deprecating over circumstances that are out of my control and don't actually weigh on my character whatsoever. Being disabled isn't a character flaw. Being unemployable bc of my symptoms isn't something that's "wrong" with ME. Being homeless during an ALL TIME RECORD HIGH of homelessness ISNT something thats "wrong" with "me," and it's not something I would want anyone else to feel guilty over, either! These things don't determine who I am as a person or the impact I have on the people around me. Clearly I continue to have a positive impact and be a good friend, or asking my friends for help wouldnt be keeping me alive. I simply don't have enough followers to get that much money from strangers lol. And I have more followers than a lot of people (around 1500 currently).

So yeah, this is to everyone else who's ever felt horrifically guilty for asking for help online or otherwise: even if you dont have a lot of connections and you ARE asking for help from strangers, needing one another isnt a character flaw! The people who care will WANT to help anyway, period. It makes people feel good to know they can help. And yes it does make people feel better to hear a "thank you! we are still alive and happy to be here!" Over a "fuck God I'm so sorry I'm still alive and burdening you all so with my high cost of breathing!!!!" I'm so sorry that you have to have a body! Me, too, bud. It's rough, but it's gonna be ok.

Anyway needing help is morally neutral. Now im just thinking about the way the upper class has poor people at each other's throats for the perceived "selfishness" of needing help- because in a world where you are constantly burnt out from work, and the value of a dollar is so horribly out of proportion to the effort it takes to earn, sharing that hard-won effort with anyone else does sometimes feel like too much. Im thinking about the way hoarding wealth & resources & keeping them behind paywalls is seen not only as morally superior but a sign of objective intelligence and life skills, vs how the way sharing is construed as foolishness, the way needing help to stay alive is construed as greed, while the upper class that literally stays healthy and youthful and thrives on the blood, sweat and tears of the lower class gets to pat themselves on the back for being morally superior, individualist, and "not needing anyone." Kinda makes me sick when I put it like that!

Anyway. Again, needing help is morally neutral, especially in this economy, and I refuse to hate myself for circumstances that aren't my fault and for having people in my life who are invested in me and want to see me pull through. Everyone deserves friends like that, and I hope you find them.

#me #homelessness #disability stuff #long post #car living #in case you missed the context #i had put out a donation post w a lighter tone. the one w the kitty gif on it #and this anon was like soo mad that i was 'trying to be funny and cute' instead of begging desperately #but ive been wanting to make this post for a while anyway just bc so many people do this #the whole oh my god im so fuckint sorry i have to do this again im so sorry to besmirch your dash and darken your doorstep etc etc #im sorry but i really feel like the ONLY people who WANT to hear that #are ppl like my anon who spend 0% of their time helping anyone ever #and most of their time saying shit like '97% of poor people have refrigerators' type shit #(real thing from fox news a few yrs back icymi. like poor people arent THAT poor. see. refrigerators!)#the only type of person who wants to see you self-flagellate for needing help getting meds #is someone who doesnt think anyone should ever have help getting meds.#wow i couldve just said that and instead heres a 10k word essay rofl.#anyway!!!!!

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