#jospeh

[bigjamjar]

[postcard-from-the-past]

Emperor Jospeh II Monument in Joslowitz, modern-day Jaroslavice, Czechia

Austrian vintage postcard

[christliche-kunstwerke]

Die Heilige Familie in der Werkstatt von Joseph von Pietro Pezzati (Öl auf Leinwand)

[lord-here-i-am]

Merry Christmas may your day be blessed

For the Lord is born

[mrs-ruu]

Alright, this post is gonna be about Marley's parents so buckle up boys and girls and gender nonconforming folks. We got lore to discuss >:] (also Marley's parents are named Nicole and Joseph)

[Before you read I wanna say that if you are sensitive to the topics of abusive then feel free to skip this post. The last thing I want to do is cause someone distress. But if not, click under the cut.]

Both Marley's parents came from abusive households and obviously became kinda fucked up later on in their lives (they show it in different ways though). Marley's parents met when they were 7 or 8. Jospeh was outside walking to his dad's car while Nicole and her mom walked into their new home. They had just moved in and despite their meeting being very brief and fleeting. They just shared glances and wouldn't really get to know each other for years.

At first things were fine with Nicole and her own mom Josephine, despite recently getting out of a VERY messy divorce she was an okay mom. But that quickly changed and she became a physically and verbally abusive person towards her daughter (it also didn't help that she was drinking). Often Josephine would comment how similar Nicole looked to her ex-husband and also tell her that it was her fault her father left them (Everything was just smoother sailing before she was born and when she was still only a few months old). This would more often times make Josephine more mad that she'd beat Nicole or sometimes she'd leave to another room and cry. To an extent, Nicole pitied her mother and this pity she felt strangely made the abuse somewhat easier to bare. She was always a decently sympathetic person so it was no surprise.

Sometimes her mom, usually in a drunken state would cling onto her daughter and apologise profusely. But she'd then go back to doing what she was doing before after the alcohol wore off. Nicole grew up into her teen years, she continued with this sort of pity for her drunken and abusive mother. She grew up fast and sacrificed a childhood to look after someone who constantly berated and hurt her. So now her perspective on a lot of things were kind of skewed. Love and being love scared the fuck out of her. If things don't work out, it would end up like her parents' marriage.

That was until she met Jospeh (again) in their teen years. Jospeh had a similar up bringing to her but his parents were more on the assent side since they both worked, they'd still physically and verbally abuse Jospeh and his twin though (also to them, as long as their kids had food, clothes, and a roof over their head they were fine). Everyone in Jospeh's family were particularly close. They felt like strangers who just happened to live together (he wasn't even that close to his twin ngl). So Jospeh stuck to himself and got into fights a lot. (Also side note: literally for some reason the male side of Marley's family has this weird fascination with dead things. To varying degrees but it's still there. Joseph's dad and his brother would go on hikes when they were younger and when they encountered such things they'd examine it like scientists or something idk, they're weird.)

Anyway, Jospeh and Nicole met at a bus stop. They kind of forgot about each other but there was a something about the other that they couldn't brush off. They wouldn't formally talk to each other until after some weeks of going to the same bus stop, when Nicole finally spoke up.

They spoke about mundane things at first but found that they had REALLY similar lives. Yeahhhh... trauma bonding.... At first they just considered each other people who had A LOT in common (life wise) and quickly became really good friends, until they weren't I guess? (As in they got WAY closer. It was kind of giving golden retriever and black cat ngl) Nicole clung onto him and he in turn he clung on tighter. It was like they FINALLY had something decent in their lives, someone they could confide in. Being with Jospeh made her realize that the relationship she had with her mother wasn't good (she had a hunch deep down but the "love" she had for her kind of blind sighted her a bit. It felt like an obligation to care for her mom honestly.)

And after a particularly bad time with her mom that resulted in many bruises, she met up with Joseph and told him she couldn't stay with that woman anymore. So they made a plan to leave. But before they did, Jospeh left a note for his brother and that was the last time they spoke in years. They stayed on the low and moved from America to Canada for a fresh start (they kinda didn't have to though since Nicole's mom was to busy with her vices to notice or care and Joseph's parents barley looked for him). They got lucky and after a few years hard work and stuff, they got a decent home, and Jospeh had a well paying job so Nicole stayed home and took care of that.

[friarmusings]

Such are the plans of men

“Behold, the days are coming, says the LORD, when I will raise up a righteous shoot to David,” (Jer 23:5) And indeed those days are upon us. Today our gospel is the story of the angel’s message to Joseph as he ponders what to do now that he knows Mary “was found with child through the Holy Spirit. Joseph…since he was a righteous man, [was] unwilling to expose her to shame, [and so] decided to…

[markmcole]

Exploring Powerful Bible Passages for the Christmas Season

As snow falls gently in various corners of the world and festive lights brighten cities and towns, December beckons us into a global season of reflection, joy, and celebration. Regardless of our geographical location, cultural background, or traditions, this month holds a special significance for individuals with a shared passion for the music of Christmas, Bible reading, and a heart attuned to…

[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

[postcard-from-the-past]

St. Jospeh church in Port-au-Prince, Haiti

French vintage postcard, mailed to Levallois-Perret, France

[warfaredoll]

“𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲”

[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤, 𝐬𝐚𝐦 & 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

there’s a first time for everything [𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

smut w plot, SMUT SMUT, 4some, wc 4k, fucking 3 bad bitches at the same damn time!😩

you lay on your back dressed down to just your panties and a soft-laced bra, as you rest against the pillows.

“What does Captain Erik want?” you murmur, he doesn’t respond. instead, he pulls back gazing down at you tenderly. you reach for him and he comes back down, his kisses soft, mouth moving slow against yours. you hold his face as you kiss him

Erik’s breath is ragged above you now, he’s giving in… you feel it in the way his weight settles more fully against you, the tremble of his fingertips not groping but feeling.. really feeling feeling you.

then the soft creak of the barracks door interrupts that sweet moment. you both freeze.

you glance past Erik’s shoulder and there’s Elliott leaning against the doorway, smirking like he just walked into a fantasy he didn’t know was real. his gaze looking over your barely clothed body laid out beneath Erik.

“Well, well” he says, “you’re finally giving into her, huh?”

Erik stiffens slightly, head turning, but you reach up gently threading your fingers through the nape of his neck to hold him there

you don’t pull away. you don’t cover yourself. instead, you lock eyes with Elliott and pat the mattress beside you.

he doesn’t need more than that. he closes the door with a soft click, he moves across the room and sits down first on the edge, taking his boots off casually, then slides up the bed behind you, his body warm as he presses in close to your back. his palm skims your thigh, slowly just a brush at first as if to check you want him here.

you do. you show him. your hand reaches behind, finding his wrist guiding his touch just as you had guided Erik’s. Elliott leans down, his lips brushing your shoulder before whispering, “Didn’t think you’d share, Captain.”

Erik’s jaw flexes above you but he doesn’t move away. he just looks down at you, a uncertain look in his eyes but not angry.

“Let him” you breathe, “I want both of you.”

Erik swallows hard and then nods, one hand still cupping your breast as he bends to kiss your collarbone, lips brushing the point where neck meets shoulder. his free hand slides down to your hip gripping gently

Elliott’s touch is different… bolder. he grazes your ribs fingers dancing across the edge of your panties, the pads of his fingers teasing just beneath the waistband before sliding back up again. his lips are at your ear now voice lower. “You’ve been holding out on us” he murmurs, kissing the shell of it. “Didn’t think you’d let me in this easy.”

you arch between them, you tilt your head back against Elliott’s shoulder letting his mouth finds your throat while Erik kisses down your chest

Elliott’s lips trail down the side of your neck, the gentle soft scratch of his thick mustache making you shiver as he nuzzles along your throat. the scent of his tobacco clings to him and it lingers in the kiss he presses to your jawline, behind you he’s exploring you one hand gliding from your outer thigh up to your hip, the other cupping your side. he palms you through the lace like he knows what you like, what makes your breath catch and your hips shift.

but then he pulls back. “c’mon…” Elliott murmurs, slipping from behind you with one last stroke of his fingers along your waist. “lie back. let us see you.”

you obey, chest rising slightly from all the attention, lips kiss-bitten and wet. your panties still cling low on your hips, and your bra barely covers your curves now, one strap already half-slid down your shoulder. you ease down flat on your back, as both men loom above you.

Erik is slower to move, but he follows. he settles on one side as he hovers close, and Elliott mirrors him on the other both of them watching your face, your chest, your trembling belly how you lay out for them, no shame

Elliott leans down first. his mouth connecting with yours again, and the texture of his mustache tickles soft against your upper lip and teasing when he nips your bottom one. you giggle breathlessly into the kiss and he hums into your mouth, cocky and pleased with himself. his tongue tastes like tobacco you kiss him back deep, your hands fisting in the sheets.

then Erik leans in, nudging Elliott aside. he kisses you slower, softer, lips pressing to yours his hand strokes the side of your neck, then down your arm, fingertips tracing every inch he can reach without rushing. his other hand cradles your side gently

he pulls back just slightly, his lips parted, “Can I…” He hesitates, hand sliding lightly beneath the loose strap of your bra. “Take this off?”

you nod slow and sure, biting your lip as you arch up slightly to help him.

“Please” you whisper.

Erik slips his fingers beneath the clasp undoing it slowly while Elliott watches from beside you, the lace slips free exposing your breasts to the cool air and to their eyes

Elliott lets out a soft whistle. “Damn” he mutters, his palm already moving to cup one, thumb brushing over your nipple as you moan softly, back arching into his touch.

Erik leans down again, and this time his mouth kisses the swell of your breast, his tongue barely flicking against the skin as he groans low in his throat. his hand strokes your side while his lips leave warm, wet kisses along the curve, slowly making his way in toward your nipple

they alternate, trading kisses between your lips, your breasts, your neck one always on your mouth while the other worships your body. their touches are different Elliott rougher, more teasing, his thumbs flicking your nipples as he smiles against your skin, while Erik touches you like you’re delicate, like every inch of you deserves attention.

your flushed between them, gasping when Elliott bites softly at your collarbone and Erik licks a circle around your nipple before taking it into his mouth.

both of them kneel lower, breath heavy as they slip your panties down slowly, revealing the slick proof of how bad you want this they're both visibly straining against their pants, thick bulge outlines. Erik sucks in a breath brushing your inner thigh with trembling fingers. “God, you're beautiful” he murmurs, while Elliott grins fingers grazing over your soft breast, voice low and rough “You've been hiding this sweet little thing from us, bunny?” they undress together, military pants and boxers discarded and only the sight of both of them fully hard

they’re kneeling between your spread thighs, your panties slide down slowly, peeled away by Erik’s careful hands, Elliott helping tug them from your ankles with a lazy grin as the cool air kisses your pussy and they see how wet you are your pussy glistening, lips parted. “shit” Erik breathes, fingertips grazing along the crease of your thigh, eyes locked on the way you twitch beneath the touch. “She’s perfect.” Elliott strokes a finger between your folds, slow and teasingly smirking as you moan. “and soaked” he mutters. “knew you were a mess for us, bunny.”

your gaze moves down Elliott’s cock is thick, veined, with a big tip already wet and flushed, Erik’s is longer a touch slimmer but hard enough that it bobs when he steps closer, precum glistening at the tip

you’re wide-eyed as you look between them “I’ve never…” you admit, cheeks getting hot. “two at once…”

Erik leans in, brushing your cheek with his fingers kissing you slow. “We’ll go slow” he reassures. “I’ll take care of you.”

Elliott grins at that, crouching beside your hips, hand palming your thigh. “shit We’ll both take care of you.”

Erik settles between your thighs, guiding himself with a shaking hand while Elliott moves to kneel behind your head, his cock swaying near your lips, brushing your cheek as he strokes the base. Erik pushes in first the thick head of him opening your hole. you gasp, gripping the sheets as he slides in inch by slow inch, stretching you around him your body opening willingly for him

“Fuck” he groans, eyes clenched shut. “you feel so- so tight..”

your mouth opens for a moan, but Elliott slips his cock against your lips instead, letting you taste him. you suck gently, looking up at him, watching his expression twitch his hand cups your cheek as he feeds you more, not forcing, just offering and you take him deeper, relaxing your throat while Erik moves into you below.

they find a rhythm Erik thrusting slow and deep into your pussy, while you work Elliott’s cock with your lips and tongue, your jaw aching in the best way, spit slicking your chin as he guides your mouth with soft praise. “That’s it fuck, look at you… taking both of us like you were made for it…”

Erik’s hands clutch your hips, his pace picking up as your body adjusts. the wet slap of skin fills the room, his balls tapping against your ass. above you, Elliott groans pulling out of your mouth and kissing you messy, tasting himself on your tongue.

“You ready to take both?” he asks, voice low “Want me behind while he fucks you deep?”

your legs tremble as Erik stills deep inside. you nod, panting. “Yes… I want it. I want all of you.”

Elliott shifts, lubing himself quickly with spit and slick from your pussy, nudging behind you as Erik pulls out just enough to make space. you hold your breath, heart pounding, as Elliott positions himself, his palms cupped the fullness of your ass and squeezed, thumbs spreading you open wide as he pressed up behind the fat head of his cock pressing to your other entrance, slow, careful, patient.

the stretch is painful, the burn real but your body stays put, inch by aching inch as he pushes inside. you’re so full you can’t breathe, both men buried in you groaning above and below

Elliot grunted as he pushed the first inch in, the stretch making you shudder around him, your thighs tensing but not pulling away

“Fucking tight” Elliott rasps, gripping your waist. and the slap he landed on your ass harsh

Erik kisses you again, eyes wide with awe. “You’re amazing… so good… so perfect like this…”

the door creaks open, and in the moment of your pleasure you hear a low whistle.

“Fuck. we taking turns on Bunny now?”

Sam.

his voice is thick with amusement, as he steps fully into view cock in his fist and already hard at the sight before him you spread, used, trembling between two of his closest brothers in arms.

Erik and Elliott don’t stop.

Elliott just grins, breath hot against your neck as he grinds in harder, slapping your ass again for Sam’s benefit. “Get in line, man. she’s taking both of us like a champ.”

Erik grunts, hands sliding up your body to cup your breasts, tweaking your nipples as he keeps his deep thrusts slow and exact. “She can take more” he pants, looking down at you “She wants it.”

Sam moves beside the bed, cock thick and flushed in his grip. he brushes the head across your cheek, smearing precum over your skin. “That true, Bunny?” he asks, voice low and gruff. “You got room for one more? mouth’s awful pretty and not busy…”

your answer is a whimper, already turning your head toward him, lips parting as he presses the tip to your tongue. you take him in without hesitation, eyes closing shut as you suck him slow and deep, the taste of salt and musk coating your mouth.

“Fuck yes” Sam hisses, his hand moving to hold the back of your head, guiding you gently not forcing. “That’s it, bunny. take me while they fill you up. goddamn, look at you.”

Sam’s grip tightens just slightly in your hair softly as your lips stretch wide around his thick shaft, the heavy weight of him pushing across your tongue and down your throat with every thrust. his precum smears against the back of your throat and you moan around him, gagging softly but welcoming it, drool beginning to stream down your chin, sticky and warm.

Sam’s thrusts grow sharper, groans deepening as your throat closes around him. “Shit, Bunny gonna cum in that mouth if you keep sucking me like that.”

you can’t speak you can only moan, eyes wet, fingers gripping the sheets as you take him deeper, your nose brushing the soft hair at his base with every thrust. and he watches you with his chest rising and falling as he pants

the wet sounds of your mouth around him blend with the slap of skin behind you,

Erik deep into your pussy, worshipping you with gasping praises, Elliott pounding your ass greedily, and now Sam in your mouth, groaning with every bob of your head every swirl of your tongue.

“Fucking beautiful” Sam groans, his voice husky, eyes locked on your spit-glossed lips wrapped around his cock. “She lives for this. look at her.”

and Erik does look eyes on you as he watches his cock disappear into your soaked pussy again and again, your slick shining on his thighs, his hips snapping into you

“She’s perfect” Erik murmurs, voice trembling. “so tight. so good.”

Elliott laughs against your back, one hand braced on your waist while the other grips your ass, fingers digging into the plush curve as he fucks into you. “Tightest fucking ass I’ve ever had” he moans. “she’s milking me fuck, Bunny, keep doing that and I’m gonna lose it.”

and then he’s slamming deep, hips flush against your backside as he cums with a choked groan, thick spurts of hot cum spilling into your ass.

you moan around Sam’s cock, as your pussy tightens down on Erik drawing a gasp from him as his hips stutters.

“Fuck- she’s coming she’s squeezing me so hard-“ Erik moans, pulling you tight to him as he buries himself deep and cums hard, his cum mixing with the first load still leaking from your ass

Sam’s groans turn ragged, and with one final thrust he holds your head still and spills into your mouth, cock pulsing as thick streams flood your throat. you swallow around him, he watches every second of it jaw clenched, eyes locked to your lips.

“Goddamn, Bunny…”

when Sam finally pulls out, your lips are slick, your chin messy with drool and cum. you can’t speak you just gasp, body twitching with overstimulation, still leaking, still spread wide as Elliott gently eases his cock out from your ass

gripping his shaft and tapping it against your lips. “Open up, Bunny. that mouth was made for me.”

you obey, already drooling again as he slides into the your mouth, moaning as your lips wrap around him. Sam strokes your hair slowly, fingers gentle even as your throat fills with cock again. “Good” he murmurs. “Let them use you, just like you want.”

every hole used, and you love it. Erik’s cock grinds into your ass now, making wet noises louder now as his cum mixes with Elliots previous load. Elliott fucks your mouth with a steady rhythm, holding your chin so he can watch the tears spill from your eyes and Sam’s hand slides lower again, between your legs, fingers finding your clit.

“Oh fuck” Erik groans, pace building, breath stuttering. “She’s clenching she’s gonna cum again.-”

and you do. your pussy tightness down around nothing, your mouth muffled by Elliott’s cock as you whine around him

Elliott pulls out just in time, stroking his cock fast and rough across your face. “Gonna coat that mouth, Bunny fucking take it open up”

you do, mouth wide and tongue out, and he groans loud as thick spurts of cum stain across your lips and cheek, dripping down your chin in messy streaks.

Erik’s cock jerks inside you as your walls pulse again, and he follows a second later, gritting his teeth as he cums hard, pumping your ass full once more. “God, fuck don’t want stop cumming in this perfect ass”

Sam’s fingers never stop moving, circling your clit as you ride out your orgasam, and his voice is smooth beside your ear. “that’s it, Bunny. don’t stop. we’re not even close to done.”

Elliott’s cum glistens across your face and lips, warm and thick, catching the flickering light as you tremble beneath them, used and absolutely full. Erik’s and Elliott’s cum leaks steadily from your swollen pussy and ass in hot, slow drips, coating your thighs and the sheets beneath you. you moan as Sam’s fingers finally still on your clit, his touch lingering only to rub gentle circles

you're splayed out before them naked, flushed, fucked raw, lips parted as your chest heaves, body painted in sweat and cum. eyes barely open, and completely cock drunk. you blink up at the three men standing above you.

“Look at her” Elliott breathes, running a hand along your back. “fucking masterpiece.”

Sam chuckles low, cock now hanging heavy and spent as he picks up a camera from the nightstand, camera already on. “hold still Bunny. gotta preserve this.”

you whimper but don’t resist in fact, you arch your back a little, thighs still spread wide, cum oozing from between them as your mouth parts just enough to show the tongue that still tastes of Elliott. sam crouches down, angling the shot capturing everything the tears dried at the corners of your eyes, the dripping mess from between your legs, your lips glistening

Click.

“Perfect” he says, standing. “we got to hang this up.”

Elliott laughs, leaning down to press a warm, sweet kiss to your lips not before landing a final sharp slap to your ass making you jolt and moan.

“Sleep tight Bunny” he whispers against your lips, giving your cheek a little pat before climbing off the bed.

Sam lingers, brushing your hair from your face with surprising tenderness. his thumb strokes your cheek and then he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “your fucking amazing” he murmurs. “next time, I’m not waiting so long to get my turn.”

and then it’s just Erik.

he hasn’t moved far still beside you, gazing at you with soft eyes, lips parted like there’s so much he wants to say but can’t find the words. his hands move carefully, brushing your damp hair back, wiping the sweat from your brow with the hem of a sheet.

“You okay?” he asks, voice rough from earlier but gentle now, full of concern.

you nod weakly. “mhmm..”

“I’ll clean you up.”

he disappears for a moment, and when he returns it’s with a warm, wet cloth. you flinch slightly at the touch, but he’s careful wiping away the mess between your legs, along your thighs, gentle and slow. he cleans your face last, tenderly wiping away Elliott’s and Sam’s cum from your lips and cheeks.

when he’s done, he eases you into his chest pulling you flush against him pressing a kiss into your hair as he whispers your name between the kiss.

“You were so good..” he murmurs. “so beautiful like that.”

his fingers trail lightly up and down your back as your breath evens out, and he doesn’t move even when your eyes drift shut and your body finally, finally relaxes.

you’re clean. you’re safe. and you’re full in every way.

Erik just a sweetheart & nervous to be w barracks bunny!reader 😩😩😣

@https-junebug @gallaghrh @okaycharr :3

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[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 😚

[keeryhours]

wildflower chapter eight

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

Main Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Steve Harrington Masterlist

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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HER STORY: The Birth of Christ, The Midwife

She is an imagined character, but she was surely there, a midwife to help the young Mary give birth to her first baby. #VirginaMary #Midwife #BirthofChrist

She is an imagined character, but she was surely there, a midwife to help the young Mary give birth to her first baby. What if the midwife was local to Bethlehem?  What if she had already helped the aging Elizabeth give birth to her one and only child? Even though the character is imagined, there is historical material throughout this episode. I lose my accent somewhere in the…

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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!

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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.” 

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