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[fruitycarpenters]

Doodled my oc's! Trying out a new style, inspired by madoka magica!

(Close ups under cut)

[warfaredoll]

𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 • 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 • 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 • 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐔’𝐬

*lmk if links don’t work!*

— 𝐑𝐚𝐲 ‹𝟹

𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 • 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 • 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 • 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 • 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 • 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 • upcoming: 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

— 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 • 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐘 • 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 • 𝐁𝐀𝐆𝐒 • 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 • 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 •

upcoming: 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

— 𝐒𝐚𝐦

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲” • 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 • 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 • upcoming: 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

— 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲” • 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 • 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 • 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 • upcoming: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞

— 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲” • 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 • 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 • 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚 • 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 & 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐝 • 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[darlingsfandom]

what’s mine is mine !

pairing: emperor geta x fem reader!

summary: Geta has met his match.

tw: public fucking, p in v, unprotected sex, nipple play, jealousy , cream pie! Mention of hairy pussy! That’s not really a warning because hairy pussy is 100% natural and valid ! Not proofread.

Rome, the city of beauty, romance and lust the place you’ve called home since birth has expanded further than anyone could ever imagine including yourself , but over the last few years you’ve been feeling like it’s not what you need anymore. You need more!

The city was busy as always as you walked around on the cobble stones holding the bottom of your tunica with a smile on your face. Everyone knew who you were but never dared to challenge you. They would smile and nod. You were the grand daughter of one of the men in Geta and Caracallas senate and that’s how you found yourself constantly wondering around in the palace drawing the twin emperors attention. It was no shock that the two would fight over you but you never gave them the satisfaction.

As you walked back into the palace after your usual morning stroll you stumbled across Geta standing there looking out at the streets below.

“My Emperor.” You nodded your head before bowing just enough that he could catch a glimpse of your breasts. Geta straightened his posture and held his head high almost looking down at you. You placed your hand over your heart and gave him a gentle smile , but little did he know what was lurking behind your lips.

“And just where have you been?” Geta asked as you went to walk away.

“Out for my morning walk, as I do every morning MY emperor.” You spat on the word my making sure he understood that you meant business. Just like Geta, you were also a selfish, crud human being however you were able to mask the ugliness in a way that no would ever suspect. Geta walked up to you, gripped the side of your throat and made you look into his enraged eyes. His nostrils flared as your eyes softened.

“Try again.” His grip on your neck tightened making you gasp. His ears perked up to the sweet little sound. “Because you know that I know exactly what goes on in my empire.” He spat back at you.

“Fuck you Geta.” You spoke quietly since he had a grip. Geta raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Fuck me? FUCK ME? How dare you! You’re nothing more than a senators grand daughter…”

“Who was birthed from Venus herself! And raised as if Pluto himself was still around! You don’t dare mess with me Geta.” You gritted your teeth before shoving him with what strength you had left. Get scuffed at you before rolled his eyes.

“And you seem to forget that the gods speak to me! I am emperor!”

“That you share with your brother! You could never be an emperor on your own!” You huffed rubbing your throat before you felt your back against the wall as Geta shoved you backwards. His hands quickly gripped your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Now I know you’re a sweet girl, what has you so worked up you dare tip toe the line to disobey me?” His nose rubbed against yours making you soften a little bit. Both of you stood silent looking in each other’s eyes. He could see the temper boiling behind them making him turned on.

“What’s mine is mine Geta! You are mine!” You lunged forward making Geta chuckle until he realized how what you just said was true. “I gave you my virginity many moons ago! Our souls are connected and you can not deny it. The fact I have to even say it like that makes me want to cry. The fact I witnessed you looking at a whore the way you look at me… what if I had looked at Caracalla the way I look at you? You’d have my head cut off in a second!” Anger boiled in your voice as your hands gripped onto his arms making him whimper a little since your nails were digging into his soft flesh.

Geta couldn’t deny what you were saying, he could easily have your head cut off but he also wouldn’t actually hurt a hair on your head. He was secretly soft for you and loved actually making love to you, yes fucking you was just as good but you were more than that, no one else was allowed to touch you the way he did. The issue between the two of you is that you’re both so stubborn but the difference is that you are actually acting upon your feelings for Geta. He stepped back and reached out to stroke your face as if you were made of glass. You titled your cheek into his hand.

“You my beauty, have no reason to be so jealous of such a common whore. I do not love her, she was a sight to look at. You, you’re a goddess and you know that. You are mine and only mine!” Geta ran his thumb over your bottom lip while you felt tears roll down your cherry cheeks.

“Then love me like you meant Geta! No more whores around the palace! No more staring at them until your brain is no longer functioning! If I am yours, then I want you to announce it to the gods themselves !” Your words were heard as Geta grabbed your face and kissed you hard. The kiss was nothing like you’ve felt from him before, it was making your stomach feel full of butterflies and your thighs clench together all at once. His lips moved away from yours so he could place his forehead to yours and look into your eyes.

“My beauty, I will do more than tell them and not just the gods, all of Rome will know who you belong too!” Geta pulled on your hand and took you out to the balcony. The people below stopped what they were doing when the heard the sound of Geta clearing his throat to speak but he did not say a word! You furrowed your eyebrows together in confusion as Geta put his hand on your back, pushed you over the edge enough that everyone got a good look at you and the crowd gasped when they realized it was you. As if the gods were actually watching, the sun poked through the dark clouds and illuminated your figure. Anxiety ran through your veins but your face would never show it.

Silence. Complete silence as Geta stood there holding you close until he opened his mouth.

“I will make this clear as I can so that no man will ever lay a finger upon MY beauty!” His words made you clench around nothing but your cheeks turned even redder by the second. Geta stood behind you , untied your tunica and let it fall exposing your naked body making the crowd gasp. “A true beauty shaped and birthed from Venus herself and she belongs to me. No one shall harm a hair on her head nor shall they try to make love in way to her, if anyone shall try then you will be meeting the gods sooner than you’ve thought.” He placed his hands on your breasts and massaged them slowly, rolling your hardened nipples inbetween his fingers while his lips kissed along your neck making sure to suckle on the delicate skin that made your eyes roll back.

Geta did not care who watched as he ran his fingers down your body until he reached your hips. He moved his lips along your shoulder as he moved his hands to your plushy thighs and spread them apart. His fingers trailed along your hairy folds. A soft moan escaped your lips as his finger slowly slid inside of you. Geta moaned at how wet you already were. The fact that he could easily fuck you in a public place and every other nasty kink you had made him feel proud. His finger slowly moved in and out of you making you bite your bottom lip to which Geta squeezed your cheeks with his free hand and made you open your mouth. You were melting into his touch.

Geta smirked as he leaned in and spit into your mouth making the crowd below you make mixed noises. You swallowed eagerly and Geta county deny how attracted he was to you. Who on earth would allow something like that? But that’s why he was attracted to you. His finger pulled out of your wet cunt and slipped into your mouth. You sucked softly on his finger as he spread open your legs, bent you over the railing and worked on lifting up his on tunic. His cock was leaking with milky pre-cum, the feeling of his wet head rubbing against your hairy folds made you moan around his finger until he pulled it away and wiped it on your cheek. You smiled until you felt the head of his cock pushing inside of you.

“Geta!” You whimpered as he eased into your warm hairy cunt .

“That’s it , tell them who is pleasing you so well!” He gripped onto your hips tightly as he pushed his cock all the way in making you grip the railing until your knuckles turned white. Geta groaned at stretching you out, the way you were mumbling below him made him close his eyes. He waisted no time in bottoming out before he railed you over the railing. The sound of his balls slapping against your wet cunt echoed to the people who were still watching below. A few of those people were also touching their bodies as Geta took no mercy on your cunt. You were a whimpering mess until Geta wrapped his arm around your waist and held you up straight so he could play with your nipples while his cock pounded into your cunt.

Sweat covered your skin as Geta praised how good you feel. His fingers twisted your nipples making you yelp at first before he pulled on them. His lips attacked your neck with kisses while his hand reached down and pressed his finger against your clit to rub it fast. The added pleasure had your knees buckling as your orgasm rushed inside of you.

“Geta , Geta , please , I … oh I feel..”

“I know you do, I can feel how wet you’re getting, how hard you’re squeezing me! Show them! Show them how good you’re feeling, let it go.” Geta whispered into your ear and nibbled on your ear lobe which sent you over the edge.

“GETA!” You cried out as your orgasm ripped through your body, making your knees shake and in a surprise your body was in a state of pleasure that you actually squirted against his cock, soaking him and Geta was beyond pleased. You were the first one to ever orgasm like that for him.

“What a beautiful sight!” He couldn’t hold back his own orgasm and groaned out as his cum shot into your cunt. You could feel him filling you up. The warm sticky liquid dripped down your thighs since he had such a big load. Geta used his fingers to scoop his cum up and shove them into your mouth that was panting. You suckled greedily as Geta stood behind you with a satisfied smirk while the crowd below cheered.

“Let it be known that what’s mine is mine and she is mine!” Geta clapped his hands as he did a loud boom of thunder sounded making him smirk. Geta got exactly what he wanted and so did you. You stood up slowly as he admired the number he did on you. Your neck was covered in purplish marks , cum covered thighs and pupils blown, a true beauty in his mind a beauty that belonged to him.

[aesthetic-bbyg]

BOAF ur honor

[louloulemons-posts]

Heyy

Could you write Eddie x introvert reader😭

Like a little story and then some smut maybe😭

Not So Shy

Eddie Munson X Shy!Girlfriend

Word Count : 2.4k

Warnings : not proofread, SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex, kinky? daddy kink, readers called good girl and bunny, choking, eddies a soft dom, sub reader, it’s kinda fluffy lmao?

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“Hey baby!” Eddie was leaning against his van as you walked over, almost shouting the endearment. “Hey,” you smiled, making your way to him.

His hands instantly sound your waist, leaning down to peck your lips. “How was English?” With a flushed face you replied, “It was good yeah, how was Chem?”

Eddie pulled a face. “Ed’s you said you’d go!” You scolded.

“I know I know, but I had a deal to do. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll go Monday okay?”

“You better.” He squeezed your hips, smirking as he leaned down, “Like when you get all assertive with me baby.” Your face burned, pushing away from the grinning boy.

However he just pulled you back, so you stood chest to chest. “Eddie,” You whined, “People are looking.”

“Let em look baby.” With a groan you dropped your face into his chest making him chuckle.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry. Let’s go okay?” He suggested. “Okay.” The boy opened the door for you, letting you climb into the van. “Love those jeans baby,” he said as you sat.

“Stop looking a my ass!”

“As your boyfriend it’s kinda my job too.”

“Shush!”

The boy cackled as he closed the door and walked to his own side. “So you coming back to mine?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“Great!” He slid a hand onto your thing, giving it a squeeze and you were on your way.

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You don’t really know how you and Eddie got close, you just kinda did. Sat in History class together, you just kinda went hand in hand.

You were quiet, Eddie was loud. You were getting straight As, Eddie was barely scraping a D-. Eddie was full of love and light … you … not so much.

“Here we are gorgeous,” Eddie smiled, pulling up to the trailer. The trailer, somewhere you became so fond of so quickly, even more so when Wayne was around.

Speaking of where was he? “Where’s Wayne?” You asked.

“Picked up another shift. So you’ll have to deal with my ugly mug.”

“Shush, you’re not ugly.”

“No?”

“No .. prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” you mumbled. “What was that?” You knew full well he heard you, but was teasing just cause. “Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” You said slightly louder this time.

“And you’re the most beautiful girl in the world baby.” Your face flushed. “Come on, let’s get you in, before you die of embarrassment.”

With a huff you hopped out of the van, but couldn’t hide your smile as Eddie held his hand out to you. As he always did, linking your fingers together, eventhough you were only going a short distance.

Once you were inside you slid off your shoes, hanging your jacket and bag on a hook, Eddie doing the same in a smooth rhythm.

“Want a drink? Wayne made lemonade.”

“Yes please.”

“Okay you go and get comfy baby,” he kissed your head walking to the kitchen.

With a sigh you dropped down onto to the sofa, letting your eyes fall closed. Listening to Eddies movements, the glasses gave out of the cupboard, sliding across the side.

The fridge door opened with a slight creak, and the sound of lemonade pouring filled your ears. Once the door of the fridge closed, heavy footsteps padded towards you.

“Long day Baby?” Eddie asked, the glasses were placed with a clink onto to coffee table. Your feet were lifted and then placed on the boys jean clad legs.

“Mhm, just had a lot of homework is all. Got to bed late.”

“You should take a nap.”

“No, wanna spend time with you.” You pushed yourself up on your elbows, opening your eyes to look at the boy.

“Well we can relax together, wanna watch a movie? Red left one here, said you’d probably like it.”

“Oh yeah? What’s it called?”

“The Breakfast Club.”

“Oh Robs told me about that, apparently it’s real good,” you told him.

“Well we better trust them then.” He gently lift your feet so he could get up, placing the tape into the player.

Twisting your body so you could sit together, Eddie smiled, placing his self besides you and held you close. Arms falling around you. “Hello,” he smiled as looked down at you.

“Hi,” you said looking up at him.

“So fucking cute,” he laughed, kissing your head. Your face flushed. “One of these days you’ll stop blushing when I compliment you.”

“Think it’ll take a while.”

“Well we’ve been dating for almost 4 months now, and you still go as red as a beet baby.”

“I can’t help it,” you held your rosy cheeks in your hands.

Eddie squeezed you, “Didn’t mean it’s bad thing, it’s cute. I just wish you’d believe my words more. Just think you’re the best thing.”

“Since sliced bread?” you joked.

“Oh since the start of the universe.” His words were true and full of adoration for you.

“You’re a sweet talker Eddie Munson.”

“Only for you baby.”

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Lay in Eddies arms as the movie played you felt his hands fiddling with your jumper, sliding under it slightly. Coming to rest on your bare tummy.

The feeling made you burn, his hands on your bare skin, your legs rubbed together at the slight twitch between them.

“Just watch the movie,” Eddie whispered in a soft voice, his hands sliding up. Coming to a halt when his fingers met the bottom of your bra. “Is this okay?” He asked.

You hummed, nodding your head. “Words baby.” He almost pulled his hands away when you couldn’t get them out, choking out a broken, “Yes, Y-yeah.”

His hands resumed their mission. Pulling down the cups, you sighed as your nipples brushed against the knitted wool of your jumper.

Eddies rough hands cupped them, squeezing ever so slightly to make you hiss. His lips brushed against your neck, leaving soft kisses, from the base up to your ear.

His thumb and index finger began to pinch at your nipples, teasing them as he suckled onto that sweet spot below your ear. With a sigh your head fell back against his shoulder, legs squeezing together.

“Eds,” you whined.

“What baby?” he said in a mocking tone.

“Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He asked, pulling at your nipples giving them a rough squeeze. “Mhm feels real good.”

“Shall we take this off?” he said, motioning to your jumper and bra. “Yeah.” He shifted in front of you then, lifting your arms up, pulling the jumper and throwing it somewhere.

You didn’t know where. You honestly couldn’t care less. Your bra followed moments later. Eddies mouth soon latched onto your tits, kissing them and then taking a nipple into his mouth.

Suckling on it and biting down. “Fuck ah,” you said, hands pulling on his curls. “Fucking love these pretty tits.”

Eddie sat back on his knees taking you in, making you feel shy at your half bare form. Your hands came up to cover yourself, but Eddie pulled them away, linking your fingers.

Pushing you to lie down on the couch Eddie lay between your legs, meeting you in a soft kiss. “Never need to hide from me. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he spoke softly.

The next time he met your mouth, it was full of tongue and lust. Making you whine as he squeezed your boobs again. “Eddie please.”

“Please what baby?”

“Do more.”

“Yeah? Want me to suck on that pretty pussy?” You hummed nodding wildly, hips pushing up to reach his hardening crotch.

“I got you baby, Eddies got you.”

His hands went down to your jeans, undoing the buttons and sliding them down. Kissing your legs as he did so. Socks went with them. You lay there in your panties.

“These are cute baby,” he pulled at the baby blue material, letting them snap back against your hip. “Eds not fair!” You pouted, tugging at his shirt.

“Oh I guess not.” The boy lifted his shirt up and over his head, next his jeans went along with the socks on his own feet.

“This better?” he asked. You took the sight of him in. Lust filled eyes, wild hair, tattoos decorating his skin, and underwear getting tighter by the second. “Yeah.”

He kissed his way down your body, making sure to bite on each nipple as he went. Soon he was at your clothed core. Kissing your thighs, leaving love bites there, you squealed at the feeling.

Trying to close your legs, he held them open, finally dropping kissing onto the blue lace. You let out a soft sigh, hands going back to his hair. “Please don’t tease.”

He laughed, then slide the pants down your legs, making a show of licking where your core would rest. “God fucking delicious.”

“Baby please.”

With a grin he dropped his mouth to you, letting his tongue lick up you. The feeling was incredible, his tongue was like nothing else. Soon he latched onto your clit.

Sucking away, making you let out soft moans. His tongue worked against it too, flicking every once in a while, he knew it drove you mad.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet for me. Think I can already slide my fingers in.”

“Yes!” You almost screamed. “Yes please.”

“Well how can I say no to you?”

The feeling of two of his thick fingers stretching you was incredible. Your mouth dropped open as he curled them inside you, letting them pump in and out.

“You’re gonna cum on my fingers and in my mouth and then I’ll give you what you really want okay?” With the way he moved his fingers you couldn’t answer, too lost in pleasure.

So he stopped. “I said okay?”

“Okay, yes.”

“Good girl.” You felt your pussy clench around his fingers at that. “Oh?” he smirked.

“You wanna be my good girl?” he asked, once again your pussy throbbed.

Leaning down to your ear he whispered, “Are you gonna be daddy’s good girl and cum around his fingers?” You could have came right then and there.

“Yes.”

“Yes who?”

“Yes daddy.”

He smirked again, pecking your mouth, you could taste yourself on his lips. He was back down on your clit, fingers curling inside you, until they hit you where they needed to.

Letting out a loud moan, you could feel Eddies grin. “Come on baby, cum for me. Cum for daddy.”

“Fuck!” You almost shouted. Hands gripping his hair as he kept playing with your clit and curling those thick digits, so deep you could feel his rings against your hole.

“Fuck daddy- I- I …”

“I know baby I can feel you, cum for daddy. Cum for me.” You did just that. With a loud moan, you hips bucked, shaking as you came.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” Eddie said, as he moved his mouth away, fingers still moving as he watched your orgasm. “Fuck baby you’re so sexy.

Your chest rose and fell heavily, body full of bliss, as you sighed. Grabbing for his face, you pulled him to kissed you.

Tasting yourself on his tongue made you both moan. “I’ll give you what you want baby.” The boy tugged his boxers down, going to position himself to go inside.

“No,” you stopped him, he pulled back wide eyed. “Do you … do you wanna stop? Shit sorry baby, we can stop right now.”

“No! I don’t wanna stop, I just wanna try something different.”

“Okay?” Softly pushing Eddie up, you pulled his guitar pick necklace off of him, pulling it over your own head. Making the boy sit up, you climbed onto his lap.

“Oh?” he smirked. “And what are you doing now baby?”

“Wanna … wanna bounce on your cock,” you said shyly, but forced yourself to meet his eyes.

“You go ahead bunny, bounce on daddy’s cock,” he said, smacking your ass lightly.

Slowly you positioned his cock at your entrance, letting yourself slide down.

You hissed at the feeling of the stretch it was so good. Eddie was packing six, almost seven inches and he was thick. Nice and thick, making your walls tight around him.

“God that pussys good. Come on baby, bounce.”

So you did. Holding onto his shoulders you let your hips rise and fall onto his. Letting out heavy breaths of pleasure. “Fuck bunny,” Eddies head fell back.

“God daddy your dicks so good.”

“Yeah? Best dick you’ll ever get.”

“Only dick I want.” He looked at you then, took one of his big hands and squeezed it around your neck.

You paused in your bounce, letting out a choked moan. “Only dick you’re ever gonna have, cause your mine. Do you understand?” You nodded, unable to speak under his tight grip.

He simply said, “Bounce.” So you did. Slamming your hips, you moved erratically like you’d die without it - which you probably would.

He watched as his necklace bounced between your tits, it was a mouth watering sight.

Eddies ring covered hand squeezed every now and again, his other spanking you harder and harder as he got closer.

Your legs burned and you began to slow. “Is my bunny tired, you need daddy to do the work now?” He teased. With a nod of your head, Eddie let go of your throat.

Hands coming to rest on your waist, his feet lifted from the floor and onto the edge of the couch. Making him even deeper, you could feel him in your throat.

“I got you baby.” He thrusted deep into you making you scream in pleasure, slamming again and again. Over and over. “Fuck yes, such a good pussy, milk my fucking cock. Milk daddy’s dick.”

“Yes yes yes!” You screamed as you came for the second time. Squeezing him, Eddie let out his own grunt, pounding you. His cock getting deeper and deeper. “Fuck yes yes yes!” he chanted as you felt his cum squirt into you.

“Uh fuck yes!” you moaned, nails digging into his shoulder and your body shook, head falling to his neck. “Yes take it baby!” With a final thrust his hips fell down.

Heaving breathing was all that was heard.

“God damn, so how to make you not shy is to fuck you dumb?” Eddie laughed. Face sweaty. “Clearly so.” He swatted your ass again.

“Come on baby we better get cleaned up.”

“Can I stay the night?”

“Of course. We’ll call your parents after we shower okay?”

With a nod, Eddie took his cue, pulling out of you and stood up, your legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck.

One hand under your bare ass and one around your back Eddie spoke, “You know they say good things come in threes, reckon I could get another one out of you?”

You smirked, pecking his mouth. “Only one way to find out … daddy.”

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Sooooo … got a bit carried away 👀

Hope you enjoyed 😚

[alien-bottle]

Wamuu and his stupid ass sneakers and also his little kitty ❤️

[keeryhours]

wildflower chapter eight

Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader

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Summary:

Asher turns 2!

Warnings:

Custody arguments, vomiting

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N:

Finally chapter 8! I hope you enjoy :) 💕

“Happy birthday, little man!”

Asher jumped up and down in his crib, a huge grin on his face like he understood the concept of a birthday. He clapped his hands together as you and Steve walked into his room, a cupcake with 2 candles stuck in the top.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Asher, happy birthday to you!”

You and Steve helped him blow out the candles, removing them quickly as Asher stuck his fingers into the icing, eating it off his fingers. You laughed as you watched the toddler devour his cupcake, making a huge mess. You picked him up, situating him on your hip. “Steve, can you change his sheets while I go put him in the bath?”

“Of course,” Steve said, already moving to remove the cupcake-covered crib sheet and his Thomas blanket as you took Asher to the tub. After a quick bath, you blow dried his curls and dressed him in his birthday outfit - a pair of pants with party hat-decorated suspenders and a blue shirt underneath. He looked adorable.

“You got all that?” You asked Steve with a raised eyebrow, seeing him carrying an armful of Asher’s gifts and decorations for the party. “Let me get the cake at least, so you don’t smash it.”

“I’ve got it,” he said. “But, uh, you can get the cake.”

You grabbed the white box, peeking inside at the birthday cake - it was decorated with Thomas characters and said “Happy Birthday Asher!” in swirling blue script.

Asher obediently held your hand as the three of you walked out, Steve stocking the trunk of his car with all the gifts and supplies before lifting Asher in the air, making him giggle.

“Are you ready for your party, birthday boy?”

“Party!” Asher exclaimed, clapping his tiny hands together. Steve smiled, giving him a big kiss on the cheek before situating him in his car seat. You climbed into the passenger seat with the cake on your lap.

The drive to your mom’s house wasn’t a long one, but the motion of the car wasn’t helping the nausea you’d been dealing with. Thankfully, before you knew it Steve was pulling into the familiar driveway. There were already a few guests there, and you knew you’d hear it from your mom for being late.

Steve helped you unload the car, carrying most of the stuff as you walked up to the front door with Asher holding your hand and the cake in the other arm. You let go of Asher long enough to open the front door, watching him sprint into the house. “Gamma! Dusty!”

Your mom scooped him up- “Ah, is that the birthday boy??”- as Dustin pinched at his cheeks, making him laugh. Steve sat the presents down on the gift table.

“How have you been feeling?” Claudia asked as she approached you with Asher in her arms, putting her hand on your head and examining you. You had told her about your nausea and dizziness, and she had been asking you daily if you’d been to a doctor yet.

“I’m fine,” you said, allowing her to test your temperature with the back of her hand. “I’m sure it’s just a little bug and it’ll go away on its own.”

“You should really go get checked out. You don’t want to get Asher sick.”

You sighed. “Yeah, okay. I’ll do that. Can we just enjoy the party right now?”

Your mom looked at you with concern one more time, but she let it go, turning back to Asher. “Are you so excited to be 2??” Asher squealed and clapped his hands. “How are you doing, Steve?”

“Oh, I’m doing great, Mrs. Henderson,” he answered, as polite as ever. He stood next to you, smiling at Asher. “This guy devoured his cupcake this morning.”

“Oh, I bet you did!” She cooed, tickling the little boy under his chin.

You walked away to ruffle your brother’s hair, pulling him into a hug. “How are you, Dusty Bun?”

Dustin groaned. “Okay, first of all, only Suzie is allowed to call me that.”

“And how is my future sister in law?”

“She’s great,” Dustin said, lighting up at the question. “She’s graduating early. She might come visit this summer.”

“That’s awesome,” you told him genuinely. “I can’t wait to meet her finally.”

Dustin looked between you and Steve, who was still locked in conversation with your mother. He leaned in closer to you, whispering, “So, you and Steve…?”

Your eyes went wide. “How did you know that?” You hissed back to him.

Dustin rolled his eyes. “I can read you like a book, sis.”

You blushed furiously, avoiding eye contact with anyone. “Can we not talk about this?”

He shrugged. “Whatever. But he’s totally and completely in love with you, in case you haven’t noticed.”

You didn’t really want to think about that right now. “We don’t really need to talk about my mess of a love life today, thanks.”

The party began, most of the guests arriving. All of your older relatives cooed at Asher as he toddled around the room, seeing everyone. Mike, Will, Lucas, Max, and El gave you big hugs as they arrived. Robin showed up with a huge gift box she could barely carry that Steve ran to help her with. And Nancy and Jonathan came armed with gifts and homemade treats.

You were just wondering if Eddie had decided against coming when there was a knock at the door. Everyone looked as you answered it, and the party went silent as Eddie and Wayne walked in, looking awkward and each holding a gift, Eddie’s being a long box.

“Wayne!” You greeted, and the older man pulled you into a tight hug with a laugh. “I’m so happy to see you.”

“How are you, sweetheart?” He asked, rubbing your back. “I’ve missed ya.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you smiled. Claudia came over to greet Wayne as you turned to Eddie.

“Eddie,” you breathed, and it felt like you were the only two in the room at that moment. “You really came.”

“Yeah, I…of course I did,” he said. “I’m not missing any more of my son’s life. And…I wanted to see you, too.” He nearly stopped himself, but he reached forward and pushed a section of hair behind your ear. “You look great.”

You smiled up at him. “I’m…I’m glad you’re here.”

You were both snapped out of your trance by your mother’s voice. “Do you want to meet the birthday boy?”

“Oh!” You exclaimed, realizing you had gotten completely distracted. “Let me go get Ash.”

You wandered into the kitchen, finding Ash being fed a tiny sandwich by Nancy. “So good, huh?” She said, and Asher smiled up at her, his mouth filled with sandwich.

“You having fun in here, bud?” You asked, fingers combing through his curls.

“Oh, yeah,” Nancy smiled. “He’s such a sweet little boy.”

Once he finished his sandwich, you picked him up and situated him on your hip. “Guess what?”

“What?” Asher asked, giggling at you.

“Eddie’s here.”

He clapped - “Ebbie?!”

“Yep,” you laughed, turning and heading back into the living room. “And someone else for you to meet, too.”

As you walked back into the living room with Asher, both Eddie’s and Wayne’s attention were locked on you. Asher reached for Eddie as you approached, and Eddie beamed, taking Asher from your arms and holding him.

“Hey, little dude,” he said. “Happy birthday!”

Asher clapped his tiny hands together again. “Birfday!”

“That’s right,” Eddie laughed. He turned to his uncle. “Ash, I want you to meet your Grandpa Wayne.”

Wayne was tearing up as he looked at Asher - he may have technically only been Eddie’s uncle, but this was his grandson. “Hey, buddy,” he said, holding out a hand. Asher grasped his fingers. “It’s good to finally meet you. I’m so happy to see you.”

Asher smiled at him, a little nervously. “Grampa?”

A huge smile spread across Wayne’s normally stoic face. “Yeah, that’s right, bud. I’m Grandpa Wayne.”

“And-“ Eddie started, looking around between you, Steve, your mother, and Dustin before landing back on Asher. “You can call me Daddy if you want to, buddy.”

You breathed in sharply, his words surprising you. But you didn’t say anything- he was his dad after all, and if he wanted to be called Dad, and Asher was okay with it, who were you to stop it?

“Daddy?” Asher asked, reaching up to play with a strand of Eddie’s matching curls. Eddie teared up this time, swiping the tear away before it fell. You weren’t sure if anyone noticed but you.

“Yeah, buddy. I’m your Dad.”

The party carried on after that, Asher walking around to see everyone who came. Your relatives spoke to Eddie, and it was a little awkward, but he handled it well.

“How’s the band?” They would ask.

“It’s going great,” Eddie would answer. “We just finished our first tour. We’re working on recording our second album now.”

“So, you’ll be leaving again?”

Eddie blanched at that question. “Uh, yeah, For a little while. But I’m planning to move back to Hawkins on my off time.”

“You are?” You asked, walking up behind Eddie and joining the conversation. Eddie turned, startled.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, face tinted red. “I got a place here. I’m gonna be moving home. I still have to leave for the tours, but…”

“Eddie, that’s great news!” You exclaimed. “Ash is gonna be so excited. I-“ You were interrupted by the most intense nausea you’d felt so far. “Excuse me,” you said quickly before you ran off to the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind you in your rush. You fell to your knees in front of the toilet as you got sick, the knowledge that you had drawn so much attention to yourself only making things worse.

There was a knock at the door. “Hey, you okay?” Steve’s voice came from the other side.

“No,” You called back before you were getting sick again, retching as the nausea roiled through your stomach again.

“I’m coming in,” he said, giving you a second to say no before pushing the door open and coming in. He got on his knees next to you, holding your hair back and rubbing your back soothingly. “Have you been getting sick like this a lot?” He asked gently.

You could only nod. You could tell your face was all red and splotchy now, and you hadn’t brought any makeup with you to cover it. Great.

“Sweetheart…” he said quietly. “You don’t think you could be…”

You froze. “No, definitely not. We went to the doctor and got the morning after pill, remember?”

“Yeah, but they told us it wasn’t 100%,” he reminded you gently. “You could still be…”

You didn’t want to think about that. “There’s no way,” you said finally.

“Did you get your, uh…period?”

“I- no, but sometimes it comes late.”

“Maybe we should just go to the doctor to make sure?”

You sighed, flushing the toilet and sitting back against the wall. Steve handed you some toilet paper to wipe your face. “My mom wants me to go.”

“It would probably be for the best,” he said quietly. “Just for peace of mind, at least. It’s probably nothing.”

The rest of the party went smoothly- besides Asher grabbing a handful of cake during Happy Birthday, but that made everyone laugh. Eddie stayed right near Asher for most of the party, helping him open his presents and showing full enthusiasm for everything the 2 year old unwrapped.

Eddie handed Asher his gift last.”This one’s from daddy, bud,” he said, pushing the long box over. Asher quickly ripped the paper off of the box, revealing a small (yet real) guitar.

“I know it’s early,” Eddie said, taking the guitar out of the box and helping Asher hold it, “but I figured he could go ahead and get used to holding and strumming it so he’s ready for me to teach him when he’s a little older.”

You smiled, tears welling in your eyes as you watched Eddie and Asher - his son. They looked just alike, especially with the guitar in his lap, Asher really was a mini Eddie.

“That was sweet of you,” you told Eddie after the party as he helped you clean up wrapping paper. “The guitar. He’s going to love that as he gets older.”

“I hope so,” Eddie smiled. “He’s the coolest kid.”

“Oh, for sure,” you agreed with a laugh. “He’s definitely yours.”

“Did you just compliment me?” Eddie asked, fake gasping as he clutched his chest dramatically.

You pushed his shoulder. “Shut up,” you mumbled, and Eddie laughed with you.

“You look beautiful by the way,” he added on quietly. “Just as beautiful as I remembered.”

You blushed, shaking your head as you looked down at the discarded gift bags and paper in your hands. “A lot about my body has changed since having Asher-“

“And it makes you even more beautiful,” he said sincerely. “You carried and birthed my child. That’s the most incredible gift you ever could have given me. And you think I wouldn’t love your body after that?”

“Ed…”

“No, I’m serious. I wish you could love your body like I do.” Eddie scoffed- “Or like Steve does.”

You shoved his shoulder again. “Eddie!”

“What?” He laughed, “It’s true!”

Eddie and Wayne stayed the longest out of all the guests, Wayne watching patiently and with full enthusiasm as Asher showed him every gift he’d gotten over and over. The only people left were you and Steve, and your mom and Dustin.

“Thank you guys so much for coming,” you told Wayne and Eddie, eyes lingering on Eddie’s lanky form splayed out on the floor next to Asher. “Seriously. It means so much.”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” Wayne said. He looked happier than you’d seen him in years. Being Grandpa Wayne suited him.

“Of course not,” Eddie added as he stood on his long legs. “I’m never missing another birthday again.”

“We’re about to head out,” You told him as Steve got Asher’s coat on him.

“You and Steve?” Eddie asked, doing a poor job at sounding nonchalant and hiding his jealousy.

“Yes, me and Steve,” you smiled softly. You still felt bad that you had hurt him. “But I’ll see you soon?”

“Very soon,” he confirmed. “I’ll call the house. I want to see him again this week.”

“Sure,” you said as you finished packing up the diaper bag. Steve came up behind you with Asher on his hip. “Just let me know. See you, Eddie.”

You and Steve both said goodbye to Wayne as you left, Eddie and Wayne getting in their car as well. Steve hooked Asher into his car seat before sliding into the driver’s seat, you sitting next to him.

The party had been a success, and you were grateful Eddie and Wayne showed up. You had been getting fed up with how flaky Eddie had been since coming home, and you didn’t want to trust him with Asher if you couldn’t trust him to show up for Ash when he said he would. But he had come, and it was a better day because he was there. Asher loved him already, and you didn’t mind that Eddie introduced himself as Dad. Not at all, you realized.

He was slowly earning the title.

Monday morning, you were getting ready to head out the door with Asher when the phone rang. You sighed, sitting Asher down and gauging if you had enough time before work and daycare drop off to deal with whatever it was.

You picked up the phone from the receiver and placed it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Ms. Henderson?”

“Yes?” You cradled the phone between your ear and shoulder as you quietly warned Asher to get down from the table he was climbing on.

“I’m with the family division of the courts. I was just calling to let you know we received the results from the DNA test, and it does confirm that Edward Munson is the father of Asher James Henderson.”

“Okay,” you said, because this was information you already knew. “What happens next?”

“Well, he has petitioned to have his name added to the birth certificate, and to move forward with requesting joint custody.”

“Will…will we have to go to court?”

“Hopefully not,” the woman said kindly on the other end of the line. “You’ll have a mediation, and if you can agree there, you won’t need to go to court.”

You nodded, even though she couldn’t see you. “Alright. Thank you.”

After the call you rushed Asher and your bags to your car, driving to his daycare to drop him off before heading to work. Your mind spun with thoughts of the whole custody mess, you just hoped you’d be able to agree so you wouldn’t have to fight about it.

You worked on autopilot at the diner for most of the day, mind elsewhere. Your shift was just about over when you saw Eddie walking in, on his own this time.

“Hey,” you greeted, “you can sit anywhere-“

“Actually, I came here to see you,” Eddie said, pushing his curls back out of his face. He crossed his tattooed arms in front of him, looking a little uncomfortable.

“You got the call this morning, too?” You asked, going back to making the drinks for your table.

“Yeah,” he said, breathing out a rush of air. “100% mine.”

“You didn’t know that already?” You teased, moving around him to grab your tray.

“No, I mean, I did,” he stuttered. “It’s just a lot to hear it confirmed like that.”

You shook your head, placing the drinks on the tray. “I could have told you that.”

“No, I know.” Eddie followed you as you carried the tray to your table and handed the drinks out. The group at the table looked up at him like they might know where they’d seen him before, but couldn’t quite place it. It was better than being hounded for autographs right now, he thought. He followed you back to the counter, where you sat the tray back down. “It was just a lot to hear it like that.”

“So what now?” You turned to him, hand on your hip. “Are you taking me to court next?”

“I’m not trying to, I swear,” he said, putting his hands up. “My lawyer said we’d have a mediation-“

“You have a lawyer?” You asked, incredulous. “I can’t afford a lawyer, Eddie.”

“You don’t need one, I swear, it was just…”

“Just what?”

“Because I had no idea what the fuck I was doing!” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Jesus. I’m not trying to take him away or anything like that. And getting this stuff ironed out with the courts will help you, too. I’m willing to pay child support.”

You scoffed, beginning to wrap the clean silverware in napkins. “Yeah, okay, Eddie. What kind of custody arrangement are you going for anyway?”

“I was thinking 50/50-“

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not? At least while I’m not touring?”

“Eddie,” you laughed humorlessly as you turned to him. “There is no way you’re just showing up and taking my son for 50% of the time.”

“Why?” He asked again. “My lawyer thinks I can-“

“So you are taking me to court?”

“No,” Eddie said, sighing deeply. “I’m hoping we can come to an agreement without having to do that.”

“Not if you’re after 50/50!” You sat the rolled silverware down and gave Eddie your full attention. “Eddie, you have to understand. It’s just been us for two years. We have a schedule, a routine. Me and Steve are the only parents he knows-“

“Do not bring up Steve,” Eddie hissed quietly. “He’s been in my spot for too long.”

“You weren’t here,” you reminded him for what felt like the millionth time. “He was.”

Eddie shook his head. “I deserve time with my son.”

“Yes, you do,” you agreed, “but you’re not coming in to just take him like that. We need to ease into it, he’s still getting to know you.”

“And he can’t get to know me if he never sees me!”

“Oh my god, Eddie,” You shook your head again. “I’m not trying to keep him from you. I just don’t think any of this was necessary. All you had to do was ask and then show up.”

“I’m doing my best here,” he said, big brown eyes pleading. “I have a lot of commitments with the band, yeah, but when I’m off I want to spend time with him.”

“And that’s fine,” you said, feeling like he wasn’t listening to you. “But not 50/50.”

“We’ll see then.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You asked, finishing the last of the wrapped silverware.

“That we’ll see.”

“Okay, Eddie. Whatever. But I’ve got to get back to work now, okay?” You turned from him. “I guess we’ll deal with this in court.”

Eddie just looked at you for a moment. “Yeah. I guess we will.” You turned and went back to your tables, hearing the bell over the front door ring as Eddie left.

You knew you needed a lawyer now, but how were you supposed to afford that? You weren’t exactly rolling in money from the diner. Things were tight enough just taking care of you and Asher.

You couldn’t believe that Eddie was about to take you to court if you didn’t agree with 50/50 custody. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do that. It had been you and Asher 100% of the time, only without him for work or the times he was with your mom and Dustin. You couldn’t stand to give him up half the time. You were okay with sharing custody with Eddie, but that was too much.

You had to figure out something.

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[majestyeverlasting]

hi writer! i love your fics :)

would you be down to write a fem!reader x eddie munson fic where eddie and reader go to a concert together for the first time & have their first kiss? i thought that’d be super cute, but write whatever feels right! thank you 💗

𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

Pairing Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary It’s a summer of firsts—your first road trip, concert, and kiss with Eddie. And you can feel in your bones that it's only the beginning of forever [fluff, 3.8k].

A/N Hi, anon! I loved this request so much. It went through a couple iterations before I settled on what felt right, but now it's finally here. Thank you for your patience. Enjoy!

.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・．

The lone call of a mourning dove registers as a distant beckon on the outskirts of your consciousness. It’s an airy, flute-like melody that seems to grow nearer as you’re coaxed further into wakefulness. Hardly any sunlight streams into the room, only a dull glow that rims the black curtains. As your eyes flutter open, you trace the Iron Maiden posters on the opposite wall before diverting your gaze to the base of Eddie’s dresser, where your packed duffle bag rests on the floor. 

Closing your eyes once again, you tuck your face back into the pillow. It smells like Eddie. A subtle fusion of pine, citrus, and the earthy notes of his skin. However, when you extend a blind arm to run alongside you on the mattress, the warm weight of his presence isn’t there. 

As if sensing your wakefulness, he saunters into the bedroom a couple seconds later. Artificial light pours in from the hallway, and a weak, disgruntled sound rises up your throat. 

He hears it. Of course he hears it. He reckons he’d be attuned to you even if he were miles away. But that doesn’t stop him from walking over and turning on the lamp on the nightstand too. You don’t have a chance to tug the covers over your head because he stills you the second your fingers curl around them. 

“Eddie,” you whine as you squint against the light. 

He squats beside the bed so he’s face to face with you. There’s a sleepy softness to his own gaze, but the upturn of his lips suggests he’s managed to tap into a well of energy within himself. Maybe not the deepest one, but sufficient enough to be unbothered by the fact that the red numbers on the alarm clock display a quarter past seven-o-clock. 

He’s already dressed for the day ahead. Blue jeans, black tee, and silver chain around his neck.

“Time to get up,” he coaxes. You can smell the mint toothpaste on his breath. “Nashville’s waiting for us, sweetheart.” 

He brushes a gentle knuckle across your warm cheek as his eyes briefly flit to your pouty lips. His touch is enough to cut through the remainder of slumber’s haze, reminding you of how excited you are to hit the open road with him for the very first time. 

••• 

It’s easy being with Eddie. You knew that way before you set off for Tennessee. It’s in the soft gazes he casts your way, the steady weight of his hand on your thigh, his curls as they wisp in the wind. Few people come around and make it feel as though you've known them a lifetime. 

Aside from the asphalt of the road, there’s so much green all around, like you’re cocooned in it. Sunlight plays through the trees lining either side as they glide past the windows. You’ve never seen Hoosier National Forest this way, fresh and alive in the early morning light.

Thirty-five minutes into the trip, and an appreciative silence has already fallen between you. The radio plays a hits station down low, and every once in awhile you find yourself humming along to a familiar tune as you gaze outside. 

A folded map rests in your lap, but Eddie hasn’t asked for directions since you left his trailer. It wasn’t news to you anymore, but he was scarily good at making his way around Southern Indiana. He could recall highway names and exit numbers with impressive ease. An acquired skill from moving around with his mom in his youth, skimming maps, and being a good listener when he wanted to be. 

Back when you first became friends, you were surprised to learn that he’d memorized the way to your house after one visit. At night, no less. He claimed it was because he had a pretty worthwhile incentive in you. 

As you continue cruising through the forest, Eddie’s fingers tap an absentminded beat on the steering wheel as his rings catch the light. It’s enough to draw your gaze from the window to study his lean, well-worn hands. The hands of a mechanic. There’s a grace to them too, even after years of fights he never started but always finished.

Thankfully, these days were different, as if the fog had lifted and people began to realize he was more than the rambunctiousness and rough edges they’d build around him in their minds. 

You were once part of the crowd that wondered and wondered some more about Eddie. But as surely as the stars shine in the night sky, getting close to him meant finally seeing the true picture of the boy who, day by day, is stealing more of your heart.

He can feel your gaze on him, but his eyes remain on the road as he bites back a smile.  

•••

Forty miles out from the motel, Eddie takes an exit off the highway and pulls into a Marathon station. A few other cars are parked at gas pumps and in front of the convenience store. The sudden stillness, paired with a gentle shake of your shoulder, prompts your eyes to flutter open. 

Eddie flashes a smile over at you as he unbuckles his seatbelt. “Mornin’, sunshine—again.” He reaches over to give your thigh a light squeeze. 

Before he can pull away, you take his hand in yours. “Sorry,” you murmur through a yawn. “I’m supposed to be keeping you company.” 

Eddie shakes his head. “You are,” he assures. “Even when you look like this,” he tips his head against the headrest with his eyes closed and mouth wide open. 

A snort escapes you, and you let go of his hand in favor of punching his shoulder. The blow isn’t nearly hard enough to hurt, but he massages his arm with a wince. 

“I don’t look like that,” you say through a laugh. 

“No,” he sighs in agreement. “You’re way cuter. Can’t even take it.” His lips curl into a grin, but you can see the sincerity in his eyes even then. 

Warmth rises to your cheeks as you bite your lip to keep from smiling wider. 

“Especially when you smile like that,” he says. 

This time, you gently push his shoulder. “Okay, stop, go pump gas,” you whine halfheartedly. 

He laughs as he slips out of the van and you miss him when he shuts the door behind himself. While he’s outside, you push your feet back into your Keds and adjust your shirt on your shoulders. 

Eddie eventually knocks on the driver’s side window and goofily mimes that he’s going to go inside. When he sees you turn to get out, he jogs around the front of the van to open your door for you. 

There’s a gentle breeze outside. The sun shines in an overcast sky. As soon as your feet hit the ground, you stretch your arms above your head, back arching in the process. Eddie’s eyes drift down to where your baby tee has rises to expose a sliver of your skin. 

You catch him, but all he does is meet your gaze with a soft smile. Fondness sparkles in the dark pools of his eyes like tiny stars. 

“All set?” He offers you his hand and you take it. 

You swing his arm as you begin walking. “You gonna buy me Sour Powers?”

“Whatever you want,” he promises, leading you towards the convenience store and whatever comes next. 

•••

Further away on the shoreline of Barren River Lake, children play in colorful swimsuits and bucket hats as they enjoy the still waters. Parents watch them wade and splash from blankets and folding chairs lined on the sand. 

Eddie stands with his back leaning against the side of the van, legs crossed and a bottle of Jolt Cola raised to his lips. There’s something about his lax stance, the intricate inkwork on his arms, the way his rings catch the sun. 

Despite the few other travelers who have pulled off the highway for a breather, his gaze remains on you. Though it’s not overtly clear through the dark lenses of his sunglasses, you have a hunch. It’s in the gradual upturn of his lips as you get closer, shorts riding slightly up your thighs.

By the time you position yourself directly in front of him, you’re able to confirm his pupils are fixed on you. Upon playfully leaning into his face, you’re met with the full brunt of his smile. It’s a little boyish and goofy, but all the more charming. 

“Hey, pretty,” he says before taking another sip. He licks away the excess that settles in the divot of his cupid’s bow. 

“Hi,” you say through a smile of your own. “How much longer do we have left?” 

“We’re about seventy-five miles out,” he thinks aloud. “So probably about an hour and a half, give or take.” 

You hum in acknowledgement, and reach out to fix a stray strand of his hair, then use that as an excuse to brush your fingertips along the stubble of his jaw in a featherlight sweep. The gentle attention makes his eyelashes flutter. 

“Stay right here,” you tell him. 

Eddie purses his lips but obeys, watching as you quickly round to the passenger side. When you come back, his Uncle Wayne’s black Polaroid camera is cradled in your grip like a prized possession. You hadn’t even asked to bring it, just plucked it off the shelf in their living room because it had already become just as much yours. 

You position yourself a couple yards away, and shuffle to the side until you’re aligned with Eddie. Even with the sincerity of your enthusiastic smile, an ember of self-consciousness flickers within him. Or maybe awareness is a better word. The awareness that the way he is in this moment, slightly tired with mussed hair from traveling, will live on forever. It’s a small price to pay for the invaluable notion of a memory. He’d never be this young on a road trip to Nashville with you again. 

“How do you want me, sweetheart?” he asks. 

“Just the way you are,” you say as you lift the viewfinder to your eye. 

His shoulders relax as he smiles. Something small and soft, just for you. 

•••

Melodic. That’s the way your laughter sounds as it arises. Eddie can feel your breath on his ear as your arms remain wrapped around his waist from behind. It does nothing to help with the way he fumbles to get the key in the motel room door. They’d already clinked to the ground once. Because you’re poking at him, and giggling, and making it impossible for him to focus. Warmth swells in his chest nonetheless because he quite likes you this way, giddy from your time on the road. He doesn’t hear his own exasperated laughter because yours drowns it out and swallows it whole. 

When he manages to get the maroon door unlocked, he pushes it open, but misses your touch as you let your arms fall from around him in a playful semblance of defeat. The faint scent of lemongrass welcomes you as you trail him into the modest room. A queen-sized bed is the centerpiece of the space, and you take in the tan, patterned comforter. The low, burgundy carpet. The popcorn ceiling. 

Eddie sets the key on the TV stand and props his hands on his hips as he peers over at you. There’s a pensive expression on your face as you push the curtains open further, letting more light in. For a second, nervousness rises in his gut. This isn’t the top of the line. Maybe if you squinted and dreamed, it could be something more. But not by any honest assessment of reality. It wasn’t supposed to be. One day he’d give you that experience. For now you have this. Cozy, familiar, and intimate. 

You smile teasingly when you meet his eyes again. “I know what we’re doing tonight,” you say, and Eddie waits for you to continue. “Mapping out our own constellations.”

A chuckle escapes him because he already knows you’re referring to the dotted nature of the ceiling. The crinkles by his eyes make you bite back a grin as you step closer to give him a proper hug. His strong arms give you a good, steady squeeze and, before long, you’ve closed your eyes and nuzzled into his shirt. There’s a faint tickle at your lower back as his fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt to stroke the bare skin. You could fall asleep just like this, standing in his arms, in the room that would be your home away from home for the next several days. It was perfect. All of it. This motel, the moment, him. 

Even though he insists you don’t have to, you venture back outside with him to bring your bags inside. It’s an excuse to admire the afternoon sky, not a single cloud in sight. A handful of cars are scattered within the parking lot. Across the way, there’s a fenced pool with a lone beach ball floating in the turquoise water. There’s a sleepy aliveness to it all. Each tiny sign of life mindful enough to not demand attention. The sound of car engines carries from the main throughway nearby.

“Hey, sweetheart?” Eddie calls out to you. 

Duffle bag slung over your shoulder, you join him at the back of the van. You wrinkle your nose when you see that he’s holding the camera. 

“Uh oh,” you say playfully. “Is it my turn?” 

When he nods, you do a quick scan for cars before backing up to strike a pose, one hand on your hip and the other extending towards the everlasting sky. The quick flicker of the flash seals the moment in time. 

•••

Later that night, Eddie watches you wash your face at the sink—albeit upside down. He lays stretched out on the bed with his head tipped backwards over the edge. Blood has begun to rush to his face, but he remains unfazed. Warm lamplight fills the room. The TV remains off, both of you having long given up on the lacklaster channel selection. A couple carry out bags from the diner down the road sit on the table. 

When you finish and pad back over to him, you playfully pinch his nostrils together, just long enough for him to make a muffled sound. The second you let go, he sits upright in an air of amusement and surprise. His curls are a fluffy, beautiful mess that he pushes out of his eyes. 

“I’m calling the cops,” he announces. “That was attempted murder.” 

“Premeditated, even,” you supply, unable to keep from smiling. 

Eddie swivels so that his legs hang over the bed, socked feet meeting the floor. “Here I was thinking you liked me.” 

“I’m afraid not.” You carefully step between his legs. “It’s all been an act.” You bring your hands to his head and comb through his curls, gently working through loose tangles that fall out easily. 

Eddie’s eyes flutter closed as he leans into your touch. You note how long his dark eyelashes are, how his lips part just so as his breathing steadies. He almost complains when you stop, but the gentle brush of your thumb across his lower lip silences him. 

Looking back up at you, there’s tenderness in your gaze alongside something a little braver and wanting. But it keeps itself tucked away, and he’s willing to let it remain in hiding if it means it’ll bloom into action when the time comes. 

“Well, I like you,” Eddie says, reaching out to snap the waistband of your satin pajama shorts. There’s an honest sparkle in his eyes, if not tinged with a hint of shyness. 

Then he keeps talking, “There’s this really cool band playing at the Lantern Room down on Lower Broadway tomorrow night. They do covers and some of their own stuff. I think you’d dig their vibe…” 

You hum in interest, so he continues. 

“And I just so happen to have two tickets,” he says, eyes softening even as a smirk pulls at his lips. “But, you know, if you don’t like me…”

“I do like you,” you murmur. “A lot. Probably an embarrassing amount.” 

You wouldn’t be surprised if, years from now, archaeologists find that fact written in stone. 

••• 

All of Lower Broadway buzzes with life. Pedestrians flutter about beneath the glow of neon lights. Music and laughter pour out of each door that opens. Back in Hawkins, places were only ever this alive on TV, in the movies, or somewhere else that seemed far, far away. The two of you let it soak. Let it settle beneath your skin and keep the pleasant flutter of excitement alive in your chests. A line of people file out of a larger venue at the end of the block. The illuminated sign out front catches your attention as it shines. 

River Gold at The Lantern Room, one night only.

Inside the Lantern Room, it’s a whole new world. The same frenetic energy of the night exists, but as a steadier, more sophisticated version of itself. Warm, overhead lights cast their glow, and short staircases on either side of the establishment lead down to the lower portion of the floor.

An older man with a long gray ponytail improvises a relaxed tune on the piano as people continue to get situated. Over at the bar, patrons sip on cocktails and whiskeys. 

Eddie leads you through it all, holding your hand so you don’t get separated in the crowd. As you take in the the dark wood of the high ceiling and the decorated walls, you almost miss him calling your name. 

“Sorry,” you say as you give him your attention. “What were you saying?” It feels like you’re raising your voice over the chatter, but you can’t tell.

Eddie chuckles, but doesn't miss a beat. “You look painfully pretty in that dress.” Warmth blooms in your cheeks, but then he says what he’d actually been trying to ask, “Where do you wanna sit?” 

You pout with a small shrug. “Close to the stage?” you say. “But maybe not too close—I don’t know. What do you think?” 

He guides the two of you down a short set of stairs to the main floor seating, where plush lounge chairs are arranged in pairs, separated by small, round tables. 

It isn’t long before River Gold takes the modest stage. Applause crescendos through the room. Eddie smiles over at you to find that your eyes are aglow as they’re fixed on the stage. 

The group is composed of four members. A tall man with a short, neatly shaped afro and flared jeans steps up to the foremost microphone. A cherry red acoustic guitar hangs over his shoulder, and he strums a low, nonchalant series of notes. 

“Thank y'all very much for the warm welcome,” he says, a smirk curling at his lips as he gazes around the room. The subtle eyeliner on his lower lashline accentuates his dark eyes.

“I’m Leon, and that’s Matty, Rocko, and Erika.” He points to the drummer, bassist, and pianist respectively, each receiving a quick swell of applause. 

“And we’re River Gold.” More claps and whistles arise. “This ain’t Beale Street but we’re gonna show y'all how we do it back in Memphis.” You smile when a particularly loud cluster of cheers arises from a group seated somewhere behind you. 

“We got a good show for y'all tonight,” he says, beginning to strum the opening notes of Stand by Me. “Don’t be shy to sing along.”

Leon lets the guitar hum under his voice before he leans into the mic to croon the opening verse, “When the night has come…” 

A cheer goes up as the rest of the band falls in behind him, smooth like honey. The thrum of the bass, the steady shuffle of the drums, the laxity of the rhythm. It already sounds like heaven. 

And it only gets better.

•••

Prince, The Rolling Stones, Tina Turner, Queen—River Gold sings covers from them all. With a couple of their own songs in the mix. Through it all, the crowd is wrapped under their spell. 

The two of you are closer to the bar now, standing behind a stretch of railing near the staircase. Eddie’s body is steady behind you as his hands rest on your hips, gently swaying to one of their soulful original songs, South of Forever. You close your eyes as the music washes over you. The drums vibrate through your chest. The gentle press of Eddie’s fingertips at your waistline anchors you to the moment. 

It isn’t long before something soft and plush tentatively meets the delicate skin behind your ear, accompanied by a puff of breath and the gentle tickle of hair. A beat later, another kiss grazes the shell of your ear. You fear that moving will make him pull away, but your shiver betrays you. Your eyes flutter open on the off chance you've slipped into a dream. 

When you peek back at Eddie, he's already looking at you. His heart beats faster in his chest. There’s a weight to his gaze, but you can bear it. A strong tug within you prompts you to turn around in his arms. 

Eddie strokes a gentle finger across your cheek before leaning, pressing his lips to yours. Warmth floods your chest at the newness of it all, the calculated softness of his lips as they move against yours. For a fraction of a second, he fears he doesn’t know what he’s doing, that he was too rash. But it’s easy with you. He can feel your fingertips steady themselves on his cheek before slipping around to scratch at the nape of his neck. 

If it’s one thing he’s ever been sure about, it’s you. And maybe that’s why he hadn’t kissed you sooner. Uncertainty had driven him to act fast for so much of his life, but never with you. He never felt the need to rush into anything out of fear it would fall apart. He knew you weren’t going anywhere. That you had time. That he’d know when the moment was right. 

Here, tonight, with you, he could feel it in his bones. That inner voice guiding a pull he couldn’t resist. 

For the few seconds the kiss lasts, it feels like you’re floating somewhere in the clouds. Far above Nashville and the rest of the world. Suspended outside of time and space. 

As Eddie slowly pulls away, Leon’s voice is there to welcome you back down to earth. 

“Just South of Forever…no lights in the rearview…recklessly ‘head with you.” 

(concert setlist visual)

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Thank you so much for reading! All likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. I promise I see them all!

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[simplyundeniable98]

My favorite thing ever is watching people get annoyed that Joseph Quinn is casted in something and then IMMEDIATELY switching up as soon as they see him actually play the character. For example, when people found out he was playing Emperor Geta, everyone was so annoyed that “Eddie Munson” was going to be in a big franchise. And then everyone saw him and was hey? This is really good actually. We saw the same thing with Johnny Storm, people were so upset he was casted and even went as far as saying he was going to do terrible. The teaser has been out a day and people are already taking it back. Moral of the story…Joseph Quinn continues to prove everyone wrong every time.

[websterss]

JUST TRYING TO BE BRAVE — ERIC (AQPDO)

REQUEST: A request for Eric from A Quiet Place: Day One The reader only knows of one way to calm him whilst he's having a panic attack during the madness, and they gently let him rest against their chest and listen to their heartbeat until he calms down <3

WARNING(S): SLIGHT SPOILERS, fluff, angst, panic attacks

WORD COUNT: 1,286

PAIRING: Eric x fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed! I didn’t know where you wanted the reader to calm him down so you get a two-for-one scenario fic lmfao <33

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You don’t know what you would’ve done if you hadn’t run into Sam like you and Eric had. You two probably would have continued to wander the discarded vacant streets of New York, had you decided not to follow the cat.

Sam had been insistent on you both leaving her be with her cat, but at last she got used to your presence. Now as you shelter in her abandoned home, watching and hearing the rain fall from the windows, you can’t help but feel relieved those creatures can’t hear your beloved's panicked inhales and exhales.

“Eric, it’s okay! You’re alright. We’re okay!” He only shakes his head at your reassured comments. Your consolation this time wasn’t doing the trick to calm him down, if you hadn’t run out you would have given him his prescribed anxiety meds. “It’s okay. They can’t hear us up here right now. You’re okay. We’ve made it this far haven’t we?” You breathe out a laugh as you cup his face. He barely musters a nod before his eyes close again, you could imagine the tornado spinning around in his chest. Wreaking havoc on his sanity and any small chance of serenity. You could imagine it all. You could see the panic, the fear in his eyes, making his chest rise and fall rapidly as he struggled to maintain his breath. “Do you want to try it again, what your doctor recommended us to do? Your head pressed on my chest. Match your breathing to the rhythm of each beat of my heart…” You trailed off letting him take the lead.

At your suggestion, he nods slowly, his eyes closing as he reaches out for your hands again. "O-Okay..." Eric tried to take deep breaths, but they came out as panicked stutters.

You sat back against the sofa, allowing space for him to rest against your chest. You began to steady your rhythmic pace, knowing it only worked if you were just as calm and relaxed. You press a gentle kiss against his curls. As his breathing slows to a soft inhale and exhale. He tuned out everything around him. Hearing every thump, feeling every minor skip in your chest. He felt your steadiness, felt the caresses in his hair. The strong warm hold of your other arm as you held him close. He could feel you, hear every intake of air. You were present for him, and he was welcoming the stillness the moment allowed for you both to have once again. He guessed as much though just how the rest of your lives would dissolve into, a world of quiet.

It seemed heavenly at first, but otherworldly frightening, knowing he might just have to savor the small moments where he’d get to hear your voice again. Just as he was doing now.

Once you registered his slackened jaw and relaxed shoulders, you assumed as much that he had fallen asleep. You didn’t dare move. Your fingers continued to rake through his hair as he had succumbed to sleep. You couldn't help but feel relieved that he had calmed down and been able to find some rest. The rain continued to patter against the windows, its soothing sound acting as a natural lullaby to ease your nerves. As you held him close, you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from his peaceful face.

“What started the attacks?” Sam watches you both from the windows.

“Moving far from home. His parents were so proud of him for following through with law school, but he was devastated to leave them. I completely out of mind in love with him, made the biggest jump of my life following him to the U.S.”

“Do you ever regret it?”

You peer up at Sam with glistened eyes. “N-No. I wouldn’t be sane going through this apocalypse without him. Whatever this whole mess is!” You exclaimed quietly. You look down at him, brushing back his curls. “I’d regret it more if I hadn’t followed him here. I can’t imagine what he would’ve done all alone, if he’d survived it this far. I think he would. I wonder if he’d have met you just the same if I wasn’t here. I’d have been thankful just the same though, Sam. For letting him stick with you.” You choke back a sob, your smile widening at the corners. Sam only nods, turning her head away from your vulnerable confession. You didn’t take it to the heart. Who knew what pain she was going through herself.

As you spoke to Sam, your voice quivered with a mix of love and vulnerability. You could feel the weight of your words hanging in the air, and for a moment, it was as if the world outside faded away, leaving only the three of you to navigate this strange new reality. You couldn’t help but wonder how Eric would have fared if you hadn't been by his side, a thought that sent a shiver down your spine. With bated breaths, you turned your focus back to him, sleeping peacefully in your arms.

-

“Eric baby please!” You swish around in the water, eyes glistening as you look up at the creature crawling out from the hole on the roof. Sam had taken a more firmer approach. Holding her hand over his mouth. You had caught him about to squeak, before Sam shushed him. His need to express his panic in screams was hard to muffle.

You moved as quietly as you could in the water. Making your way to take over Sam’s place. Eric only shook his head at you. You had to nod, to remind him to stay calm.

“Eric, we need to slow your heart.”

“N-No, no, no.” He muttered. “I can’t…”

“You can, you can. Baby, look at me.” You whispered harshly, gripping his face like Sam had done. In a more serene and calm scenario, your softer touch would have been your go-to, but not when that thing was getting closer. “I’m scared right now, I’m scared too, but we need to get you back on track. I need you to focus and match your breathing to mine, right now!” Your eyes plead with him. “Please!”

His eyes were wide with fear, pupils dilated and breaths shallow. The panic was clearly taking over him as water dipped into his mouth, making it difficult for him to focus on anything other than the impending danger. Despite his obvious distress, he nodded slightly, trying his best to calm himself down. As you held his face, he tried to match his breathing to yours, each breath a struggle for control over the mounting fear. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to stay grounded in the presence of your touch.

"I got you. D-Deep breaths…" You barely whisper to him, your frequency morphing into mouthed words.

He took a shaky breath, shuddering as he attempted to follow your instructions. Your steady presence grounded him to the moment.

You didn't hesitate to place his head on your chest. You placed your hand on the back of his head, rubbing his wet hair back and forth in hopes of reassuring him. You tread lightly backwards, keeping your sights on the beast behind you three.

Eric pressed his ear against your chest, the sound of your steady heartbeat providing a calming rhythm to focus on. His breaths were still shaky, but with your hand on the back of his head, soothing in soft caresses, he slowly began to calm down. He closed his eyes and let himself be guided through the water, trusting your instincts to lead the way. Trusting both Sam and you to get him far away from the damned creature.

[pedropascal24-7]

[warfaredoll]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 & 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

there’s nothing more attractive than a man who’s good with kids

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 — he had the baby propped perfectly on his hip, one strong arm cradling the tiny baby like he’d done it a hundred times before. the little one giggled, tiny fists grabbing at the fabric of Erik’s shirt, and Erik? Erik was fully into it eyes wide with a big smile on his face. “ma-ma? da-da?” he cooed tone high and playful along with more baby talk. his words made no sense but they made the baby giggle anyway. Erik grinned eyes crinkling as he smiled, then he leaned in to pepper the baby’s chubby cheeks with noisy wet kisses, making the baby squeal and kick with laughter from the tickle of Erik’s scruffy beard and mustache “you like that huh?” he chuckled, kissing the baby again just to hear that laugh. you leaned against the doorframe smiling so wide your cheeks hurt “Erik you’re so good at this.” he looked over at you eyes softening while cradling the baby a little closer “yeah?” he asked grin forming “you think so?” you simply just shook your head in agreement, walking over to the baby and maybe to kiss Erik. there was no doubt in your mind that Erik would make a great dad one day.

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 — “shit I don’t know…” Tommy muttered, eyes widening as you gently transferred the sleeping baby into his arms. his hands hovered awkwardly for a second before they carefully took the baby from your arms. you smiled putting a hand over his shoulder reassuring him then you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek “you’ll be fine” you whispered, and before he could say anything to protest, you were already walking out of the room. for a moment he just stood there stiff and unsure, staring down at the little body curled against his chest. the baby stirred a little and Tommy panicked but then nothing happened no crying or fussing just a sweet little deep sigh coming from the baby. he sat down slowly, holding the baby close, one hand carefully rubbing up and down the tiny back the way he’d seen you do. the room was quiet, peaceful the baby snuggled into his shoulder, Tommy looked down again, his expression softening as he took in the tiny lashes, the round cheeks, the little pout on the babys’ lips. a small surprised smile pulled at his lips “okay” he murmured, rocking the baby against him softly “yeah… maybe I got this.”

𝐑𝐚𝐲 — Ray was trying that much was clear. the toddler sat on his lap, squirming and already beginning to whimper as Ray leaned in wiggling his fingers. “Gonna getcha” he teased voice soft and dramatic, inching closer, the small child’s lip wobbled then a loud cry came out “Ray!” you scolded from across the room, he froze mid tease, face dropping “oh cmon” he groaned, instantly holding the little one closer into his chest and cradling them, a sheepish laugh escaping him as he bounced his knee gently. “hey, hey, don’t cry im just messing with you.” his hand rested gently on the back of the toddler’s head, his voice becoming soothing and soft as he rubbed slow comforting circles “there we go, we’re good right? no hard feelings?” the tears dried quickly and soon enough, the child was giggling again, especially when Ray tossed the small toddler up high in the air. “now this you like huh?” he laughed tossing the child gently up and then catching them. both of them grinning ear to ear as you just shook your head smiling

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 — Elliott sat on the couch legs spread wide to give the baby a seat in his lap facing him. his arms were propped up on his knees, hands resting gently at the baby’s back, but his eyes were on the tiny face that was looking back at him curiously. it didn’t take long for the baby to zero in on the mustache. you watched from the side already smiling the little hand reached up fingers grabbing hold of the thick mustache, Elliott winced “no…” he said softly, holding up a finger to the baby, but the baby immediately latched onto that too. he blinked “okay now we’re just making choices.” but he didn’t pull away in fact his whole expression softened into something you’d only ever seen when he looked at you late at night gentle, amused and full of love. “so small” he murmured, letting the baby tug on his mustache again with a slight flinch “and already got a good grip…” you tried hiding your laugh behind your hand. he glanced over at you a little helpless, a little in love with the baby, with you, with all of it. “kid’s gonna rip this thing off my face.”

“you look like you’d let him” Elliott smiled, wincing again as the baby gave another strong tug “yeah… probably.”

𝐒𝐚𝐦 — “here let me” you barely had a chance to argue before Sam was already reaching for the baby. you exhaled relieved, and gently passed the little one over. the baby scrunched up mid air, arms coming up tight to their chest, but Sam’s hands were open and waiting. before stepping away, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek “go take a break. I got this.” you watched for a second as he settled down onto the couch, moving to get comfortable, laying back until he was fully stretched out. he positioned the baby carefully on his chest, one hand resting securely on the baby’s back. the baby curious and confused wobbled their head up to look at him brows furrowed, lips turning downward. then the first whine came, tiny and loud. Sam just smiled eyes softening “miss your momma already?” he murmured voice deep but gentle. the baby let out another small cry face scrunching up “yeah…?” he said, brushing a kiss over the baby’s head “me too. but i’ve got you” his hand moved in slow soothing circles on the baby’s back, and soon enough the cries settled. Sam really did have it under control.

i would have all their babies

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[sacredheart-stigmata]

Happy Feast of Saint Joseph the Worker! Remember that the 1% are last in Christ's world, and the poor and overworked are seated beside the throne as saints in their own right. Let us remember that while work can be a gift, dignity and safety are greater ones, and that humanity > company and business profit.

Saint Joseph the Worker, pray for us!

(art can be found here)

[maroooonsun]

compound fracture my beloved. everyone-knows-everyone and gossip gets around in a single breath my beloved. queer-platonic relationships my beloved. representation of having conversations with people where they only know the terms you use to describe yourself in the context of them being slurs my beloved. protective dog my beloved. discussions of having scars forced on you that others will see before they see you my beloved. not feeling valid in self diagnosis of autism and slowly coming around to the idea of it my beloved. acknowledging that some people need mobility aids but still struggle to use them my beloved. community action and leaning on those around you my beloved. discussions of the fact there is no way to be a good cop my beloved. discussions of generational trauma and feuds my beloved. thank you Andrew Joseph White

[louloulemons-posts]

i can just imagine eddie being that boyfriend who gets mad if you open the door for yourself.

like this guy will carry you back to the van and put you in back in there, shut the door and then re-open it.

he will fully sprint down the halls at school to open the doors.

you’d open the door for him and he just stares at you, “are we going or not?”

“close the door.”

“why?” you’d ask teasing him.

“sweetheart i swear to god.”

“come on let’s go,” you’d leave the trailer and eddie would follow after, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder.

“nope, not doing this.”

he’d shut the door behind you and then open it again for you, “after you sweetheart.”

rolling your eyes at him you couldn’t help but huff a laugh.

⬆️ eddies reaction when you open the door.

[keeryhours]

wildflower chapter four

Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader

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Summary:

Eddie shows up drunk.

Warnings:

Drinking, Eddie being a perv, angst, secret baby

Word Count: 3k

A/N:

Shout out to @punkrockmlchael for the help with this one!

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It was a week later, and Eddie hadn’t seen or heard from you again. Not that he had tried. He knew what Wayne thought, what he thought, too, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He couldn’t bring himself to pick up the phone, or drive to your apartment and demand to talk. He was a coward.

Now, he was drinking again, just like he’d done every day since he’d found out.

“Eddie’s here!”

The band cheered as Eddie walked into The Hideout, clearly after already pre gaming at home. He was already swaying as he approached the bar where Gareth, Jeff, and Doug sat, and they noticed immediately.

“Rough night?” Gareth asked with an eyebrow raised as Eddie sat down next to him, ordering a round of shots.

“You have no fuckin’ idea,” Eddie mumbled, downing a shot the second they were placed in front of him. Gareth reached for one but Eddie waved him off. “These are for me, fucker.”

Gareth backed off, hands up defensively. “Okay, okay. What’s up with you?”

Eddie downed three more shots in succession. Jeff and Doug were staring at him, too - sure, Eddie liked to drink, but not like this. Something was obviously very wrong.

“Talk to us, man,” Jeff added.

Eddie ordered some more shots. He would need them. “I got some…news.”

If the boys weren’t concerned before, they certainly were now. “What, are you dying or something?” Gareth asked, genuinely worried for his friend despite his wording.

Eddie laughed, but there wasn’t much humor behind it. “No.”

“Well what’s up then, man?” Doug asked. “You’re worrying us.”

Eddie downed another two shots. He was on his way to a blackout. “I have a son.”

It went silent. Then, the guys all broke out into nervous laughter. “Good one, man,” Gareth said, his voice uncertain. Eddie didn’t look like he was joking, but he had to be. There was no way he had a kid.

“I’m serious,” Eddie said, his eyes locked on the shots in front of him. “I have a son. He’s almost 2. His name is Asher.” He downed another. “And I’ve never met him. Don’t know shit about him, b’sides what he looks like. I dunno what he likes, or if he’s anything like me. I don’t know shit.”

Gareth, Jeff, and Doug were silent. They exchanged a confused look. Finally, Gareth spoke up again. “Ed, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“I told you.” Eddie slammed down another shot glass, causing the guys to jump. “I have a kid. A son.”

“Are you being serious?” Jeff asked, nursing his own beer. The guys would all need a drink after this conversation.

“Yes,” Eddie said. “I just found out.”

It was silent for a minute. “With who?” Gareth asked. “A groupie? Or…” It dawned on the group at once. “Oh shit.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed, voice slurring even more heavily, “Oh shit.”

“How…what the fuck?” Gareth said, trying to wrap his mind around the situation. “She didn’t tell you?”

Another shot. “Nope.”

“So she just…talked to you while we were gone, and never mentioned anything?” Doug asked.

Eddie laughed humorlessly again, looking down at the empty shot glass in his hand. “I never called her,” he admitted. “Like a fucking idiot.”

“What the hell, man?” Gareth asked, looking at Eddie incredulously. “You never called her? I thought you loved her.”

Eddie waved a hand. “I don’t need the lecture all over again, Gare.”

Eddie drank himself stupid that night. The guys tried to get him to slow down, but he wasn’t having any of it. By the time the other bandmates were nearing drunk, Eddie was beyond wasted, barely able to sit up on the barstool.

“I gotta go,” he slurred, taking multiple tries to stand up.

“Where you going?” Gareth asked.

Eddie didn’t answer. He stumbled his way out of the bar, into the car waiting for him. He gave the driver the address that hadn’t left his head for a single second.

—

Your mind had been racing with thoughts of Eddie since the argument. You thought about calling him, but you felt that it was his responsibility to step up if that’s what he wanted to do. You weren’t going to chase him, that was for sure.

Asher was spending the night at your mom’s again, giving you the night to yourself. Your mom and Dustin loved their grandma and Uncle Dusty time, and you were grateful for the break, because you felt like you’d been going crazy since Eddie came back into your life.

You were just getting comfortable in bed when there was a knock at the door.

You checked the clock on the bedside table. 12am. Who the fuck would be knocking on your door in the middle of the night?

You grabbed the baseball bat Steve insisted you keep for protection and cautiously neared the front door. You peered through the peephole, seeing nothing but blackness. That was weird.

You kept the top chain bolt hooked in as you unlocked the door and opened it the few inches it allowed you. The figure on the other side, who had apparently been leaning against the door, stumbled forward. “Oh, shit,” he uttered, catching his balance with a giggle.

You narrowed your eyes. “Eddie?”

“Hey, baby,” he slurred, some attempt at a flirtatious smirk on his face. “Can I come in?”

“Jesus Christ, you’re wasted,” you remarked, observing how incredibly drunk he looked. He was sweating, his cheeks flushed red, and he smelled like alcohol. “Fuck. Come in, I guess.”

You unlocked the chain bolt and opened the door wide, letting him stumble inside. He knocked over the picture frames by the front door as he came in, and you cursed under your breath as you sat the bat down and picked them up.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked him, watching as he collapsed onto your couch with a little “Oof.”

“‘s he here?” Eddie slurred, looking around the apartment.

“Who? Asher?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

“No. He’s at my mom’s.” And good thing, you thought, because this was the last way he needed to meet his father.

“Claudia?”

“…Yeah. Claudia’s still my mom.”

Eddie heaved a heavy sigh. “She always liked me.”

“Yeah, well,” you said, adjusting the frames he had knocked over back the way you had them, “a lot has changed since you disappeared on us.”

“‘m really sorry,” Eddie said, catching you by surprise. “I was so stupid. So fuckin’ stupid.” He looked like he might be starting to cry as he wiped at his face. “I missed you every day.”

You felt yourself start to soften, despite your anger at what he had done. “I missed you, too. That’s why it hurt so bad.”

Eddie shook his head, wild curls bouncing. “So fuckin’ stupid. Big fuckin’ idiot. Dumbest person on the planet.”

You sighed, sitting on the couch next to him. He really reeked like alcohol. “It’s okay, Eds. You’re drunk. We don’t need to talk about it right now.”

He turned to you abruptly, grabbing onto your hands and catching you by surprise. “I love you. Y’know that? I’ve always loved you. I still love you. I’ll always love you.”

Your expression softened to one of pity and hurt. You’d wanted to hear those words for so long, but not while he was wasted on your couch after not hearing a word from him for two years. “Come on, Eddie. You reek. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You helped him off the couch and to the bathroom. You ran a hot shower, helping peel off his gross clothes. You had seen Eddie naked a million times, so you weren’t bothered. But he kept trying to grab at you, and he was half hard as you got him undressed.

��Not tonight, big boy,” you told him as you pushed him into the shower. Eddie grumbled under his breath.

“Come in with me,” he begged, and you weren’t planning to, but you were getting soaked trying to keep him upright and help him wash. You pulled off your pajamas, stepping into the shower as Eddie gave you a wolfish grin.

“No touching,” you reminded him sternly.

He held his hands up. “Yes ma’am. Looking only.”

You rolled your eyes as you put some shampoo in the palm of your hand and began washing his wild hair. Eddie closed his eyes and hummed as you massaged his scalp, relaxing beneath your touch. He stumbled as he nearly fell asleep from the feeling.

“Woah, I’m gonna need you to stay awake for me,” you told him, pushing him under the stream of water to rinse the shampoo out. “I can’t drag you out of here if you pass out on me.”

“‘m not gonna pass out,” he assured you, but you weren’t sure if you fully believed him.

You lathered conditioner into his hair then put some body wash on your loofah. You scrubbed his whole body, washing away the sweat and alcohol. He wiggled his eyebrows at you as you washed him, but you ignored him.

As you washed his body, you noticed a new tattoo you’d never seen before - your name in a swirling script, right on his hip. He certainly hadn’t had that when he left. Your heart clenched in your chest, but you pushed the feelings away.

You pushed him under the water a final time, rinsing him off, before you switched spots with him and washed yourself, too. Might as well.

You turned the shower head off and climbed out, grabbing three towels. You wrapped one around your body and one around your hair and handed the third to Eddie. He shook his head like a dog, sprinkling water all around the bathroom as you glared at him.

Eddie dried himself off, leaning against the shower wall for support. When he was done, you helped him out and back into the living room.

“I think I have some of Steve’s sweatpants around here somewhere…” you mumbled to yourself as you left Eddie on the couch and walked into your bedroom, digging through your dresser drawers. You felt triumphant as you found the grey sweatpants, returning to the living room with them.

You handed them to Eddie, but quickly found he was too drunk to dress himself. You pulled him up, and he held onto your shoulders as you helped him step into the pants one leg at a time, like you would with Asher.

He fell back onto the couch again. You helped him lay down and covered him with the blanket on the back of the couch. “Get some sleep,” you told him. “You’re gonna feel like shit in the morning.”

You turned to walk away, but you were stopped by Eddie grabbing onto your hand. You turned, seeing his sleepy eyes looking up at you.

“Please don’t leave me,” he said, sounding pathetically sad. Despite yourself, you felt bad for him.

“I can’t fit on the couch with you, Eds,” you told him.

“Can I sleep in your bed with you?”

Your mouth opened to tell him no, but the words didn’t come out. You thought for a moment. “Yeah, I guess.”

Eddie smiled, and you helped him up and into your bedroom. He fell onto your bed, snuggling into the blankets and pillows. “So comfy,” he muttered, voice muffled into the pillow.

You climbed into bed next to him, even more exhausted now. It was seconds later when you heard soft snores from next to you, and you couldn’t help smiling softly to yourself. It felt so domestic, so familiar, you could almost imagine it was years ago and this was your normal.

But things were different now.

—

Eddie woke the next morning with the worst pounding headache. The sunlight through the window burned his eyes, and he pulled the blankets over his head with a groan.

The first thing he noticed was that the smell of the detergent was unfamiliar. He opened his eyes again, seeing the clean bedroom, the light purple comforter, the framed photos decorating the space. He looked to the side and saw a bottle of water and some Tylenol waiting for him.

He recognized the room immediately. He was at your apartment again. God, what the fuck did I do?

He popped the medicine bottle open and took 3 of them, washing them down with the water. He was shirtless, dressed in some grey sweatpants he didn’t recognize.

He cautiously crawled out of bed, taking the time to make it before he left the room. He found you in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. It smelled delicious, and he saw eggs and pancakes waiting on the counter as you fried the bacon. You turned as you heard his footsteps.

“Good morning,” you greeted, and he couldn’t tell if you were upset with him or not.

“Morning,” he said, tentatively approaching you. “Uh, did we…?”

“No,” you answered simply. You removed the pan from the heat and plated the bacon. “You should eat. I’m sure you feel like shit.”

He definitely did. You made plates for both of you, and he sat at the kitchen table across from you. “What…what happened last night?” He asked, before quickly digging into the breakfast feast you’d prepared.

“Well, you showed up at my door completely wasted,” you said, picking at your own plate. “I gave you a shower because you smelled like a bottle of whiskey. Then you asked to sleep in my bed with me.” You didn’t mention the way he’d tried for more.

Eddie’s cheeks blushed red with embarrassment. “Jesus. I’m so sorry.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine.”

“Is…”

“No, Asher isn’t here.”

Eddie breathed a sigh of relief. He would feel even more like the worst dad in the world if he’d met his son for the first time in that state. “Look, I was thinking…”

You looked up at him. “What?”

Eddie took a bite of his eggs, stalling. He realized you’d made them just the way he preferred them, even though you liked your eggs softer. “I’d like to meet him.”

You thought for a moment, pushing your food around your plate. “Yeah. We could do that.”

Eddie was surprised at the amount of relief he felt. He wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d said no. “Can I ask about him?”

You raised your eyebrows. “Yeah, of course.”

“What’s his favorite color?”

You smiled to yourself. “Blue. Like Thomas.”

Eddie smiled, too. “He likes trains?”

“Loves them.”

“What does he like to watch?”

“Mostly Sesame Street,” you said, “but he’s starting to get into the Ninja Turtles now.”

Eddie laughed. He could picture the little boy dancing to the theme song. “Is he anything like me?”

“God,” you said, huffing a small laugh. “Just like you.”

Eddie felt pride at that answer, for some reason. “Yeah?”

“Hell yes,” you said, shaking your head as you took a bite of bacon. “He’s wild. Loves to climb. He loves music, especially metal. He watches the music videos on MTV and tries to headbang along with them. He’s got the hair for it.”

Eddie laughed hard. “Oh my god. I’ve got to see that.”

It went quiet again as the two of you ate, and Eddie lost himself in his thoughts. He thought about how much he’d missed, how his son didn’t even know who he was. When he spoke up again, his tone was serious. “Does he know he has a dad?”

You paused, thinking of how to answer. “I…don’t think he really understands yet,” you said finally. “I guess he kind of sees Steve as a father figure, since he’s around all the time.”

That made Eddie feel sick to his stomach. The idea of Steve being a dad to his kid made him angry - even though he knew he didn’t really have the right to be. He was the one who left and never called, after all.

“But you know,” you said, sensing the hurt Eddie was feeling, “it’s not too late.”

Eddie nodded. He knew that was true. He had a lot to make up for, but Asher was young enough that he could make up for lost time. And he was determined to.

“When do you think I could meet him?” Eddie asked.

You thought for a moment. “You could come over tomorrow?”

Eddie smiled softly. “I’d like that.” He ate another bite of eggs. “Wayne wants to meet him, too.”

You smiled at the mention of his uncle. “I’ve missed Wayne.”

Eddie snorted. “He’s missed you too, believe me.”

The two of you finished the rest of your breakfast in silence. Eddie washed up after - it was the least he could do, he said, after you had essentially taken care of him last night. When he was done, you met him in the living room with his clothes from last night, freshly washed and dried. He felt guilty and grateful as he took them from you.

He changed back into his own clothes in your bedroom. When he was done, he examined the photos decorating the room that he hadn’t noticed when he’d been here before. There were plenty of Asher - he featured in most of them, in fact. Photos of you with Claudia and Dustin, with Steve and Robin. He even found the photo from when you and Eddie had gone to prom together among them. He smiled at the memory, looking at your high school selves. You looked happy. Happier than he’d seen you since he’d gotten back.

He wondered if he was the one who’d taken that sparkle out of your eyes.

When he left the bedroom, you were curled on the couch, watching an episode of Freddy’s Nightmares. Eddie approached, watching over your shoulder for a minute.

“I should probably get going,” he said, startling you. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I didn’t hear you,” you laughed lightly. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow? He wakes up from his nap around 2:30.”

“Yeah. Sounds good.” Eddie headed to the door, and you followed. “I’ll see you then.”

“Bye, Eds.”

“Bye.”

You closed the door behind him, locking it. You’d be going to pick up Asher soon, but for now you’d sit in the peace and quiet. You leaned your back against the door, thinking that maybe things could be okay.

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