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iqzo · 3 months

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OFFICER—GOJO , SATORU !

(prisoner gojo x police officer reader, black girl coded, fingering, rough, after hours, checking in, P in V no protection, blowjob, daddy kink, spanking kink, pussy slapping, spit kink(?), praise kink, public sex, ruined orgasm)

10:39PM.

Was the time you decided to check up on gojo, walking down the hall of where he stayed. You swallowed deeply as you approached his cell, banging your baton against the bars creating a sound which alerted the white haired boy, he gets off his bed with the sound of the bed springs squeaking. His foot shuffled against the floor, tiredly, he sighed heavily as he situates his arms through the bar.

eyes low with sleepiness, they rank up and down your body as you moved in front of his cell.

his bottom lip slowly slide into his mouth, performing a gentle bit lip with a soft grin tugging at his mouth. “hey pretty lady.” he grinned displaying his bright rows of teeth, your eyes rolled as you drew out the key for his cell. “hm? you ignoring me now?” he asked as he steps aside, allowing you to walk in.

he bites down on his lip, again, watching you and eyeing the way you looked in your working attire. the fabric hugging your shape perfectly, caused inappropriate thoughts to circle in his mind. he crossed his arms on his chest and takes a seat on his bed, spreading his legs out getting himself comfortable and adjusting the way the pants settled down on his body, “why are you ignoring me.” you picked up the head of the toilet and checked inside, it was your duty to check the cells for any drugs or weapons.

gojo sighed after you’d beckoned him to move over so you could pick up the pillow and check. your hands digs inside the pillowcase, you glanced over at gojo seeing him already staring at you, nothing new. you placed down the pillow back to its original spot before deciding to leave, before you could even reach the cell door.

gojo quickly runs up and blocks you from leaving, “why are you ignoring me, baby..hm?” he softly questioned as his hand trailered to your waist rubbing his thumb against your side as his eyes searched your face for the answers, you sighed.

“are you and Brittany fuckin’? is that why you’ve been ignoring me?” you finally answered gojo’s eyebrow instantly knits together after your comment, “baby..who’s brittany?” he asked with a genuine confused expression, you shift one weight to another leg and sighed heavily.

“the officer yesterday, who was in your cell gojo.” gojo’s eyes drift off indicating he was trying to bring back the memory from yesterday, his tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth as a smile grew on his lips.

“baby, her? she tried fucking me but i wasn’t feelin’ it.” he said through a light chuckle, “oh..” you mumbled watching him bite down on his lips, eyeing you sensually, his fingers intertwined with yours leading you over to his bed.

“cmere ma..” he whispered through a rasp, he sat himself down on the bed legs slightly spread as he situates you down on his lap, “you look so sexy in your little uniform.” he whispered placing gentle kisses against your chubby cheeks, your face scrunched up trying to mush him away which didn’t do any justice seeing he’s more stronger than you.

“mwamwamwamwamwa.” he says against your ear, you giggled at his affection, “stop..” you muttered moving your face away, “i have to go, i’m on a time limit now.” gojo groaned obnoxiously, “they got you onna time limit?” he frowned watching as you slide yourself off his lap, fixing the way your uniform sat on your body.

“yes. i have 45 minutes and that’s all.” gojo sucked his teeth, “oh cmon, we can do a lot in 45 minutes baby.” your eyes rolled—“yeah, but i have others to attend as well.” gojo muscular arms wraps around your body trapping you from going anywhere! he threw you back on the bed straddling you and pinning your wrist above your head.

“i’m the only one you should worry about.”

“gojo,” you reply through a sigh, “nah uh. i haven’t seen you in weeks baby,” he mumbled as he takes soft love bites at your neck trailing to your jawline, “yo—hmm~ you have..” you moaned gently biting down on your lip, “hmm, oh yeah?” he replied whilst unbuttoning your uniform.

“m—mhm..” gojo love bites trails down your cleavage, his eyes dart up staring at you through his eyebrows, “youre so sexy,” he says softly, he leans back up with his tongue going along his pink medium sized lips, he moves down your body, ending up with his hands fondling with your belt.

“missed this pussy, s’much.” he muttered nearly ripping the belt off, “yeah, i can tell.” you chuckled staring at him, god he looked so sexy. his orange jumpsuit that suited him perfectly, some tattoos peaking out the sleeves his white hair curled framing his defined face perfectly, pale soft skin and veiny tatted scarred hands, everything about this man was breathtaking.

god were you glad you were assigned to keep watch over this handsome devil?

he chuckled softly, ridding you of the jeans tossing them aside as well with your belt, shoes, and socks.

he leans back down, keeping intense eye contact as he used his teeth to rid you of your pretty pink underwear’s. his eyes glanced down to see a trail of your juices connected to the underwear and that sweet pussy, he grunts.

he couldn’t wait. he ripped the panties off causing you to gasp, “gojo!” you whispered shouted taking a glance over at the cell door checking to see if anyone was nearby, “what?” he chuckled before sitting his head between your thighs, “i’ll buy you another pair.” before you had time to question him on where he was planning on getting the underwear, his lips already latched around your sweet cunt.

licking and slurping up your juices, groaning and moaning at your succulent taste. your digits ran through his velvet mane, your back arched off the uncomfortable mattress as he worked his tongue against your cunt, flicking as his lips sucked on that bud of yours, his hands rubs along your sides giving you that pleasure you’ve been waiting for.

“hmm~ you taste so fuckin good.” he hoarse gripping on the meat of your thighs as he pushed his head against your cunt causing the point of his nose to bumped against your bud making your legs twitch and enclose around his head, “f-fuck!” your head quickly slapped onto your mouth clogging out any noises, your anxiety was through the roof. your heart beating as you kept an eye out for anyone passing by while your mind went foggy from gojo excellent tongue work.

“cmon…” he hummed slipping his finger inside your warmth, the same hand he used, the thumb rubs against your pussy lips in a circle motion.

it was all too much, the pleasure was overwhelming.

everything crashed over you like a tsunami, sooner than expected. you squirt all over his face, releasing your essences as your hand held a tight grip on his tresses, your legs wrapped around his neck with your back arching off the bed.

your jaw slacked with nothing but muffled moans slipping out, “hmm, fuck.” gojo groans as he released from your cunt with a ‘pop’ he takes out his finger that was now coated in your juices, he licks it clean off the bone.

humming at the saccharine taste.

“shit i’m leakin’ baby,” he chortles as he grips onto the bulge that outlines the base of his cock, with the tip slightly protruding. your eyes spot the wet surface on his pants, he groans softly when he tightens his grip. “i wanna fuck you, so bad baby.” he muttered jaw slacked as he watched the way your pussy pulsates in his presences, “so come do it.”

“s-shh baby, shh.” he groans as his hips sent rough thrust against your cunt, causing your ass to ripple at the movement, “fuck gojo, hngh ~” you moaned into the pillow he had out for you, in your peripheral vision you noticed his hands gripping on the sheets. the veins in them protruding and flexing against his flesh, his head lolls back as he emits a low grunt, he propped his leg up, pressing down on your spine causing your back to arch. one hand rest on your shoulder as the next sends occasional blows to your ass,

“look at you takin’ this dick, so so well.”

you whimpered against the pillow both hands gripping the side of it, “it’s so big,” you muttered which made gojo chuckle, “and it’s all for you, baby” he moaned out as his hips moved like waves, giving you long breathtaking strokes, “look at that..” he grabs your wrist and rest it on your stomach allowing you to feel the bulge of his dick moving in and out of your sweet cunt.

“gojo…hngh~” your teeth sunk down on your bottom lip, “hm? is daddy doing a good job?” he questioned as he watched the way your cunt swallowed his cock, hearing the mixture of his juices and yours creating a squelching sound made shivers run down his spine, “mhm” you moaned out.

gojo hands traveled to the underside of your thighs, holding them and pressing it against your chest making him go deeper in your cunt, you gasped as he picked up his speed.

his balls slapping against your ass, your juices trickling down your slit gojo’s face contorted in pleasure, “fuck baby, you feel so good.” he moans out as the muscles in his jaw clenched, his jaw was slack as he continued with his rough strokes.

his swallowed dryly, quickly taking out his cock leaving you whimpering, “gojo..why’d you do that??” you groaned, “all fours baby.” he says sending a slap to your thighs, you let out a little whimper as you turned around. all fours like he wanted.

he bits down on his bottom lip, his hand gripping on the meat of your ass before he slaps your right cheek causing it to ripple as a response to his action.

“shit. i missed this so much, pretty pretty ass baby.” he groans as he used his hands to part your ass cheeks, his mouth hovering over—puckering up as a long string of spit slips out and lands on your ass dripping down your cunt, he grins as he saw your hole clench around nothing—he peers at you noticing you were already staring at him with pleading eyes.

“gojo..please.” you whispered as your ass wiggled softly in the air, “anything for you baby.” you didn’t even bother covering up the lewd noises, feeling gojo tip collide against that gummy spot made your eyes roll and your toes curl. he had a hand pressing down on your spine resulting to your arch getting deeper making him go deeper into your warmth. “fuck baby,” he moans along with you. spit begins spewing from out the corner of your mouth coating his only pillow, the explicit lewd squelching of your cunt made shivers run down his spine you could’ve sworn you felt him throb inside of you.

the sound of his balls hitting against your cunt rubbing the bud making your thighs jolt at the sensation. “u bout t’cum baby? hm?” he whispered as he had his body leaning over yours, his hands now at your waist keeping you at a steady past on his cock, words—you couldn’t form em. not with gojo’s insane pace of his hips, he moves a hand off your waist and slithers it up to your neck. using two fingers to grip your jaw and crane it at a certain point so you could see him as well with him seeing how fucked out you looked.

he chortles “look at that. hmm..” he grins as he slowed his pace down and deliberately moves his hips, his cock moving in and out in a slow yet steady fashion. “g-! ahh~” you body trembled beneath him as your juices squirts out coating his cock and lower stomach, gojo’s stomach caves in feeling his orgasm approaching too. the way your gummy warm walls clenched around his throbbing cock immediately he paints your insides white giving you a final thrust beforehand.

his body falls on top of yours his muscular arms that had tattoos on em enclosed around your body, you sat in silence with him for a few minutes before he picks his head up from the crock of your neck.

“i can’t wait till i get out. i’m putting a ring on yo finger.” he muttered as he pecks your head, you giggled softly. “where are we going for the honeymoon?” you softly asked as you turned yourself over onto your back as gojo rest in your cleavage. sending occasional kisses to your breast.

“can’t tell ya.” he winks making you softly chuckle pushing his head away, “i gotta go.” you muttered as you slowly sat up with the help of gojo who was curling and pouting at your comment. “nooo.” he says as he wrapped his arms around your marked up body, placing you under him. “stay.” he whispered softly against your ear, you sighed and gave in.

“fine.”

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starscabaret · 2 months

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☆Meeting Yandere! Vincent ☆

pairing: yandere! Vincent x fem reader

summary: Meeting Vinny <333

warnings: n/a

authors note:

Vincent had brushed into the small town a few months earlier on a contract for his engineering firm. The job paid well and he had little to no attachment anywhere so he made the move. He lived in an upscale condo about 30 minutes out from the actual town he’d be working in. Paid for by the company of course.

He had a routine, call mom once a week, send a letter once a month, go to work every weekday, go to the gym every weekday, grocery shop on Sundays, and get a haircut every 3 weeks. Not much changed for him really unless it was necessary.

He liked it that way, in his free time he drew, invested, and dabbled in a few books and tv. He wouldn’t call himself the happiest man alive, but he was getting by, and his mom was doing well. That’s all he ever wanted.

Just like any other day on the job site Vincent set in his small office inside the mobile trailer going over blueprints and whatnot. That is until you came banging on the flimsy trailer door. Vincent thought the damn police were here. Lo and Behold when he opened the door there you were in pajamas, and slippers, and sleep still in your eyes.

As soon as the door opened you spoke, “Look man, I really was nice at first and didn’t say anything but do y’all have to be so loud at 7 am? It’s waking me and my son.”

Vincent stood there deadpan he didn’t know what to reply. There was nothing he could really do to delay construction in the early hours without derailing the whole project. And normally he would have slammed the door in your face had it been anyone else. But you, you made his heart beat fast and he blanked on a response. Besides the fact that he was a man of very few words.

“Come in.” He said as he pulled you into the office like trailer.

“You seem to be the boss sir, is there anything you can do?” You said while rubbing your eyes.

“You must live in the house a few acres over, what’s your name?” He spoke low and grumbly.

“Yeah I do, it’s a family house but no one gives a shit anymore. All moved off to the big city, scared of the water. Oh, Im f/n l/n” you replied in an annoyed tone.

“I can’t tell them to halt all work in the morning is there anything I can do instead?” He asked, wanting to remedy this. He didn’t want to upset you. You were alluring to him. This was also the most he had spoken to anyone in days.

“You come to explain to my son why you’re disrupting his sleep!” you said with irritation in your voice.

When Vincent got to your home to apologize to your son, he was met with Ben. Ben was a 3-year-old beautiful Doberman.

Vincent was a bit relieved it was a dog and not a child, as he was already daydreaming about how he would give you your first child.

Vincent didn’t speak much or have the best social skills but he knew that his interest in you wasn’t normal. Nor did he know how to express such interest.

Good thing you found him handsome, and took interest in his quiet reserved demeanor. You had to know more, you had to dig past the surface. You were bold and willing to take charge and make the moves. You had never seen a man like him in your town before, or anywhere for that matter.

You were happy you went and complained that morning. Who said complaining didn’t get you anywhere?

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probably-writing-x · 1 year

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Curtains Closed

Summary:

Warnings: Heartbreaking angst I’m so sorry, cursing but I think that’s everything

Author’s Note: I am so sorry this is so sad fhskghs but i loved writing this request !! Please send me any more that you may be thinking of and I’ll do my best

The set is bustling by the time you get there, crew and cast dotted around everywhere all preparing to film and refilm scenes. This was the first time that you’d been able to make the visit, and yet Drew had been filming here for at least a month. It was a new film he was working on, but with you filming recently too, it felt like your paths just weren’t crossing.

“Hey (Y/N)!” One of the assistants smiles when she sees you, “His trailer is just over there.”

You thank her and turn in the direction of Drew’s trailer, where his character’s name is printed on a sheet of paper in the window. You knock and wait, almost nervously, for the door to open. You always felt nervous when you went weeks without seeing him properly, even a year into your relationship, that hadn’t changed.

It takes a few seconds before he comes to the door, swinging it open exaggeratively. His hair is messy and his top splashed with patches of water, a grin on his face.

“Hey baby!” Drew grins, though the moment stops quickly when he’s shot at with another spray of water, “You bitch!”

Your heart feels like it sinks for just a second, enough for you to notice. He hadn’t thought to kiss you when he saw you, not even reach out and wrap you in his arms.

“Sorry, sorry, come in,” He encourages, stepping out of the way for you to step through.

In the trailer, he’s joined by his costar, who you knew was called Emily. She was a beautiful girl, being a model before she’d become an actress, and she played his love interest in the film.

“Hey, you must be (Y/N) right?” Emily grins, holding a water gun in her hand that is still pointed at Drew.

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you Emily.”

She doesn’t respond to you, instead squealing as Drew shoots her back, spraying her hair on either side of her face.

“So, how’s filming going?” You ask, sitting on the sofa across from Emily.

When Drew sits down, he takes the seat next to her.

“It’s good,” Drew nods, “We finished pretty early today, always easy doing scenes with Emily, you know?”

“Yeah, of course,” Emily grins, “We’re like a dream team on set.”

Your words seem to fail you, and you’re not sure why your chest feels so tight. This was stupid, right? They worked together, they were friends, it was good that Drew was working with someone that he got on well with. But that’s how it was when you two first got together, and part of you felt a sinking feeling that your instincts hadn’t failed you here.

“So where were you thinking of going tonight?” Drew asks, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table between the two couches.

You swallow the lump in your throat to respond but Emily cuts in quickly.

“Ooh why don’t you go to that Thai place we went to?” She suggests, and you’re sure that she has shuffled closer to Drew on the sofa.

“Yeah, we could do, it was so good,” Drew nods, “Me and Em went last week, I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so much in my life.”

The lump is back in your throat, “Yeah, sure, whatever you fancy.”

~~~

That night, you and Drew decided to order food in instead of going out, after you’d told him that you didn’t feel well. He’d eaten three slices of your pizza when you told him that you couldn’t finish it. And he had believed you when you told him there was nothing else that was wrong.

You were both in the kitchen now, washing up the plates you’d used for your food.

“So, Emily seems nice,” You nod, dragging the kitchen towel over your plate.

“Yeah, she’s great, right?” Drew smiles, “We just have such a laugh on set, genuinely I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much.”

You felt like you could cry in that moment, not just from that comment but from the way his eyes seemed so bright when he spoke about her, the way you felt like his eyes hadn’t been on yours as much as normal.

He hands you the last plate and shakes his hands off into the water, taking one side of the towel in your hands to dry his off.

“Hey,” He takes it out of your hands and sets it down, wrapping his arms around your waist, “It’s good to properly see you again.”

You force yourself to smile, setting a hand on his chest.

“I mean it, I feel like we’ve both been way too busy recently,” He nods, “It’s good for us to have days like this.”

You still can’t force your body to bring out any words, just looking at the boy in front of you like you’d never seen him before.

“Hey?” Drew dips his tall figure down to try and catch your eyes, “This is good, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” You smile and he kisses your cheek, releasing his arms from around you.

Your heart feels heavy and empty all at once, your mind running a thousand thoughts and thinking of nothing at all. When he walks off to disappear into the lounge, you feel like a part of you disappears with him.

~~~

That night, you both get ready for bed like you normally do. You brush your teeth together and he goes into the bedroom whilst you’re washing your face. It’s all the routine that you’re used to, and when you shut off the ensuite light, he’s already sat propped up against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. You’re still wearing one of his tops to bed, another piece of normality that it felt comforting to keep.

“Drew, can I ask you something?” You ask cautiously, hovering by the side of the bed like you’re worried about getting in.

“Sure, what is it?” He shuts off his phone screen and puts it on the bedside table.

“Do you think things are still the same between us when we don’t see each other as much? You know, like when we’re both so busy?”

You watch the way his face drops a little, “What are you talking about?”

“I mean… we’ve just both been so busy recently.”

“Yeah, and we make it work,” He continues, “We still text, we call, and it’s only been a few weeks, we’ve done worse.”

You drag a hand through your hair, pulling out one of the tangles to distract yourself, “I don’t-“

“What is this (Y/N)?” He shakes his head, “Is there something you need to tell me?”

“I just,” You take a deep breath, if you don’t say it now you never will, “I saw you with Emily today and I-“

“This is about Emily?” He sits up straighter, “Are you kidding?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you two went to dinner together?”

His words fail him and it’s like you can see the confidence crumble just a little, “I don’t-“

“Is it because you knew that it would look weird? For you two to just be going out together?” You continue, a new sense of confidence fuelling your words, “If you didn’t think it was weird, you would’ve told me. We talk everyday Drew. What excuse did you come out with?Or did you just hope that I wouldn’t ask?”

“I just told you I was going out with the cast, it was last Friday,” He admits, as if he’s just been caught in the act completely.

Your heart sinks, “So you lied to me.”

“I didn’t lie to you, I mean, it wasn’t like that,” He scrambles, standing up now so that both of you were on either side of the bed now, too much and too little space between you all at once, “I just knew how you’d think it looked, and we hadn’t seen each other in a couple of weeks, and you were busy with work, and I just didn’t want you to worry.”

“So I’m busy working, and you’re out on dates with a girl I hadn’t even met before?!”

“No, no, no, don’t be like that!” He seems more aggressive now, “It wasn’t a fucking date, okay? We’re friends.”

“Friends? Because she’s just so funny, and you’re fighting in your trailer, and you’re sat next to her, and you’re doing everything with her?”

“I’m sat next to her?” He half-laughs, “So you’re noting down where I sit now?”

“But it’s not just that, is it, Drew? I haven’t seen you in weeks and you didn’t even care! It could’ve been anyone walking through the door and you’d have had the same reaction! It’s like I was fucking interrupting!” You are waving your arms around as you speak, the way Drew knew you only did when you were getting angrier.

“You weren’t fucking interrupting,” He shakes his head, “But if you don’t trust me in that then maybe this is more of an issue than just Emily. What else, (Y/N)?”

You look at him there, his features darkened by the lack of light in your bedroom. He’s more toned than ever for this role, the muscles of his abs dipping in and out of his stomach and casting small shadows over his torso, his arms larger and his shoulders broader. If you looked for long enough, it felt like he was completely different. But his eyes were still yours, in the way they creased when you made him laugh, and the way his dimples hooked either side of his lips when he saw you happy. But this time it felt tainted, your mind overloading with thoughts of him giving the same eyes, the same smile, the same dimples to her.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Drew,” You whisper the words, uncertain of how they’ll sit in the air between you.

“What does that mean?” He shakes his head, the fury in him settling down into worry.

You’re silent, complete silence between the two of you.

“Let’s just go to bed, okay? We’re just tired,” Drew states, convincing himself along with you, “We’re not thinking straight, this isn’t us. Let’s just go to sleep, and we’ll wake up, and we’ll be fine, okay?”

You don’t reply.

“I’m sorry for raising my voice, okay?”

“Okay,” You croak out, your eyes threatening to spill unforgiving tears.

He takes a deep breath and gets back into bed, pulling down the sheets on your side. You follow suit, climbing in beside him and pulling the sheets high up over you as if a shield from the argument that still lingered in the air. Drew dips an arm beneath your back and pulls you into him, another piece of normality he seemed reluctant to give up. His body is warm but it feels too warm beneath your skin, burning into you just a little. His chest rises and falls but it’s not in the same rhythm, his heart slowing down as yours still felt like it was racing.

Eventually, you’re sure that he has fallen asleep, and you stay awake for far too much time after, your eyes staring at the closed curtains on the other side of the room, willing for the light to come through.

~~~

The following morning, you’re awake before he is, though you’re sure that you hadn’t had more than a couple of hours sleep the night before.

It’s cold in the apartment, like an air of the inevitable had settled over everything that the two of you had. When Drew wakes up, you’re sat with your feet and knees tucked up to you on the sofa, your hands around yourself.

“Morning,” He says, his voice still sleepy and thick, joggers hanging low on his hips, forcing the V-line of his torso to poke out.

You look up and offer him a small smile, the biggest that your lack of energy can muster.

“Did you sleep okay?”

He regrets the question almost as soon as it is said, as if he’d just asked you the worst thing possible in the moment. Instead, he walks over the short distance to you and sits down, close to you on the sofa like he wants to draw you into him.

“Listen, (Y/N),” He begins, “I know things aren’t ideal. We’re both busy, we’re working in different places, different hours, and it’s not going to end any time soon. But we can make this work, okay? We can change things. I’m going to tell you everything, I’m not going to lie to you, I’ll make sure I have more days off and I can come and visit you, and we can facetime more instead of just calling,” He pauses to take a breath, “We can fight for this (Y/N).”

“I don’t know how much longer I can just keep fighting, Drew,” Your voice is croaky, threatening to break.

“But this is us, baby, we can’t lose this,” He sits himself closer to you, though avoiding contact like he is afraid you’ll shatter in front of his eyes.

“Drew, listen,” You let yourself breathe for a moment, “This has worked for us, it has. We’ve always made it work. But, right now, it doesn’t feel like that anymore. We’re in different places, and this time it was only weeks, next time it might be a couple of months. You’ll go on press for the film, I’ll be here. I don’t know how much we can keep doing that.”

“We can try, can’t we?”

“I’ve never seen you with anyone and felt the way I did yesterday, I saw you with Emily and I felt like a completely different person, like I was this jealous and overthinking version of myself, and I don’t want to be that. I don’t want to see you after weeks and just argue with you,” You’re speaking through tears that you are fighting back, “This isn’t us, you said it last night. But if we stay together now, this is what we’re going to be, and I don’t want you to be someone I end up hating.”

Drew’s silent, staring at you like he’s hoping he’ll wake up from a nightmare.

“So I think we need to break up,” You choke through the words, though they feel cold as they leave your lips.

“(Y/N) please,” He whispers, tears spilling over his eyelashes.

“I can’t fight for this anymore Drew,” You shake your head and your tears fall too now, staining your cheeks as they do.

He moves forward and grips your hands, pulling them into the middle of his larger palms and bringing them to his lips. You drop your head forward and press your forehead to his. His tears drop down and mix with yours over your tangle of hands, neither of you wanting to move as if moving would solidify what had just been finalised already.

“I’m never not going to love you, (Y/N).”

You nod against his chest, “Then you’ll go, and I’ll stay, and we’ll find our way back.”

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siancore · 4 months

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You're All I'll Ever Want

M | 935 | FF.net | AO3

A/N: That TOWL trailer brought me back. Rick calling Michonne his wife? Love that for us. Anyways, I wrote something. Enjoy.

Content: Sex

The work Michonne was doing on the Charter was long forgotten when Rick’s deft lips found her neck. He smiled against her skin as he peppered kisses up to her ear.

“Hmm, this is much better than workin’,” he whispered before shifting them so that they were reclined on the bed. “Rather be doin’ this all day.”

He brought his lips to hers once more as his hands searched her body. The roughness of his work-hardened skin a contrast to the softness of hers. Rick trailed his fingers up under her tank top for more contact; more warmth.

He pulled back, stared down at Michonne with fiery eyes, and said, “Take this off.”

She acquiesced and began to disrobe as he did as well. Soon, their garments were discarded and they were pressed together. Skin-to-skin, glistening with sweat from the bright afternoon sun and their desire which flamed just as hot.

Rick kissed his way down Michonne’s body, eliciting giggles and moans as he went. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh before settling in between her legs; she opened for him like a blossoming bud. Rick’s mouth met her sweetness as she grabbed for his hair.

Michonne let out a pleasured moan as he worked his clever mouth over her most secret spot; his tongue drinking up her quick release. He lifted his head from between her thighs and then covered her body with his. Their mouths came together in a passionate kiss as Michonne relished in the highs of her climax. She barely had time to catch her breath before Rick lined himself up and pushed his hardness into her pulsing, wet heat.

…

“Now, aren’t you glad you took that break?” asked Rick, cocksure as he drew Michonne’s body to his.

She rested her head on his shoulder and draped her arm over his middle. Happy and sated from their lovemaking.

“Oh, yeah,” she replied with a smile, the joy present in her voice. “You do know how to distract me.”

“It’ll still be there when we’re done here,” said Rick, kissing the top of Michonne’s head.

She hummed an affirmative response as they both settled in against one another. The afternoon sun peering through the window and caressing their satiated skin. After a moment, Rick cleared his throat and began to speak.

“This Charter,” he started. “It’ll contain all of the rules and laws of our new society, right?”

“Right,” said Michonne as she took hold of Rick’s hand.

“Not just what we want from our alliances, but what we want for ourselves?” he asked, sounding thoughtful.

“I hope so,” said Michonne with a small huff of a laugh. “If I can get it right.”

“I got no doubts you’ll get it right,” he replied, entwining their fingers. “If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

Michonne smiled, brought his hand to her lips, and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles.

“Not me,” she replied. “Us.”

Rick let out a small chuckle and said, “I don’t have your brains, but I’m here for you to help you in whichever ways you need me to.”

“Thank you,” she offered.

“Don’t even mention it,” he replied in earnest.

They fell silent again a moment before Michonne spoke up.

“There’s another question?” she asked. “I can hear you thinking.”

He huffed out a little laugh and said, “Yeah, you know me too well.”

“Of course. So, go on. Spit it out.”

“This Charter, with all the rules and laws, do you think there’ll be some mention of marriage laws?” he asked carefully.

“Well, yeah. It was part of society before, it’ll be part of society now.”

“Hmm, good,” was all Rick said.

Michonne shifted, lifted her head, and looked down at him.

“What’re you thinking?” she asked, with a raised eyebrow.

He licked his lips and gave her a charmingly crooked smile.

“Just that I love you and I’d love to have you as my wife,” he said firmly, staring into her eyes.

Michonne smiled softly at Rick and pecked a quick kiss to his lips.

“I love you, too,” she replied sincerely. “But you know I don’t need a ring on my finger to prove it, right?”

“I know,” Rick replied with a warm smile, as he caressed the side of her face. “It’s just that marriage was important to me. You are important to me. I’d want one of the first laws that you instate be one that reflects our love and our promise to one another. I’d want us, me and you, to stand there in front of our communities and make vows to one another. To commit to one another in every single way. To show that we commit to the new laws of the land, too.”

Michonne’s eyes glazed over as she took in the earnestness of Rick’s words.

“And if I’m bein’ truly honest here, I just want you to have an excuse to put on a pretty dress and have me twirl you ‘round the dancefloor. You deserve that. You deserve everything I have to offer and more. You deserve the world.”

Michonne smiled brightly as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Yes,” she said as Rick wiped the tear away with his thumb.

“What?”

“If you’re asking, then my answer’s yes.”

“You’ll marry me?” asked Rick, unable to contain his utter joy.

“Let’s get this Charter done first, but yes, I’ll marry you. If that’s what you want.”

Rick caught her lips in an ardent kiss before drawing back slightly, pressing their brows together, and whispering, “That’s all I want. You’re all I’ll ever want.”

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Post Prom - Part II

⏪ part one

summary: after leaving prom, you and eddie go to the hideout to reminisce and listen to music. one thing leads to another, and you end up going back to his trailer.

pairing: eddie munson x dwm!reader word count: 7,167 warnings: language, new relationship, underage drinking, reminiscing about the past, pent-up feelings finally being expressed, very slightly NSFW, mostly just a lot of making out, plus a little dry humping, nothing too explicit, some suggestive language, talk of sex but no actual depictions of sex, eddie being adorable, eddie being romantic

This short story is the epilogue to Dancing with Myself. For proper context, I highly suggest you read that before reading this.

Eddie had to fiddle with the lock a few times before the front door would open.

While he jiggled his keys and cursed under his breath, you stood on the step below with your stomach all knotted up like macramé, watching the tiny moths flutter beneath the gleam of the porchlight. This wasn’t your first time standing here. You had been here before, almost six years ago, when you came and started banging on Eddie’s door at ten o’clock in the morning, yelling for him to get his stubborn ass outside. The memory made you giggle. You had been so nervous back then. Shit, you were nervous now… just a different kind, you supposed.

A soft creak drew your attention back to the front door. Eddie pulled it open with a triumphant smile and held it for you.

“Well,” he said, “this is it…”

And right before you went inside, you saw Eddie suck in a shallow breath. He was nervous, nervous about letting you see inside his house—his private, most intimate place—completely unprepared. You felt honored and grateful to know he trusted you that much.

Smiling, you brushed past him and walked through the front door. As soon as you did, you were overcome with this overwhelming and indescribable warmth that spread through your whole body. It felt less like you were entering Eddie’s house and more like you were entering his world. After years of standing outside it, only ever getting as close as the front porch, you had finally been allowed inside. It was hard not to get a little emotional about it.

“Sorry about the mess,” Eddie said, but honestly, you didn’t even notice it. Your feet moved on their own and carried you deeper inside, into the living room. There, you found a dark brown sofa chair sitting in the far right corner and a light brown loveseat resting against a draped window. A bit worn, both of them, but still in good shape. Pushed against the opposite wall was a small television, a writing desk with a built-in shelf, and a roll-out folding bed, where you imagined Eddie’s uncle resting after a long night’s work. It was a charming room, well-lit and cozy, full of all these random little knickknacks that you could have spent hours browsing through. There were hats hanging on the walls, dozens of them, and long wooden shelves lined with nothing but souvenir mugs, more than you could even begin to count.

“You know, your uncle could open a gift shop with all this stuff.”

Eddie was watching you from the front door, a faint smile on his face. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, he’s quite the collector.”

You nodded absentmindedly and proceeded into the kitchen, humming as you ran your hand along a small dining table set for two, with mismatched chairs.

Eddie gave you a bemused look and said, “What are you doing?”

“Just looking around,” you answered with a shrug. “Why? Do you not want me to?”

“Uhh, no,” Eddie said, a little taken aback. “Go crazy.”

So with his permission, you did. You fingered through some of the clutter on the counter, cracked open a few cabinets and drawers, snuck a little peek into the fridge—just a quick one to sate your curiosity, perfectly harmless. And as you did this, you imagined Eddie growing up here: making breakfast for himself before school, doing his homework at the counter, eating dinner with his uncle at the dining table. Did he use the upholstered chair or the simpler metal one leaning against the pantry? You couldn’t quite decide.

Then you moseyed down the hallway, looking at this and that. You pushed open the door, switched on the light to see into the bathroom… and stopped dead in your tracks when you reached the bedroom at the end of the hall.

Your stomach flipped twice, end over end. Yeah, you didn’t dare step foot in Eddie’s room. Instead, you spun around and went scurrying back the way you came, feeling much less adventurous than before.

As you shyly approached, Eddie said, “Well, did you enjoy your little tour?”

“I did,” you said while you played with the tip of your pinky. “Yeah, I really like your house.”

“Well, good,” Eddie said with a crooked, bashful smile. “I’m glad you like it.”

And then you both fell silent, listening to the low hum of a lightbulb that wasn’t quite screwed on tight enough. You stood with your back pressed against a metal storage rack. Across from you, Eddie was still by the front door, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. He had his left hand on the backrest of one of the dining chairs, and his nails kept scratching against the upholstery as he slowly curled and uncurled his fingers. His silver-plated rings winked at you every time they caught the light. After a while, it was starting to drive you crazy.

Those damn rings, you thought, they’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.

Eddie’s voice made you jump.

“I’m gonna grab a beer,” he said. “Do you, uh, want one?”

“Sure,” you said.

After all, a little liquid courage couldn’t hurt, could it?

Eddie grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge, opened one, and handed it to you. “Thanks,” you said, and then he went into the living room and made himself comfortable on the sofa.

No, on the loveseat.

Eddie threw his feet up on the coffee table, cracked open his beer and took a few slow sips. Upon lowering his drink, he turned to you and made a beckoning motion with just the tip of his finger.

This one simple gesture set your nerves on fire! You made it only a few steps into the living room before you backpedaled into the counter and huddled against it like a coward. It dawned on you now, actually now, that you and Eddie were finally, truly, alone. Yeah, this wasn’t two kids whispering downstairs in a basement or two high school students flirting in a public restroom on prom night. This was you and Eddie.

Together.

Alone.

Oh fuck, you thought as a shiver ran up your spine. You brought the aluminum can to your lips and took the biggest gulp of your life.

Now Eddie was getting up and walking toward you. He sank down beside you with his beer in his hand and said in a hushed voice, “Why are you hiding?”

“Why are you whispering?” you said, and Eddie’s face scrunched up adorably, like he didn’t have a clue.

“I dunno,” he answered in his normal voice. Then he took a long, long drink and wiped his wet lips with the knuckle of his thumb. “Seriously, though, why are you hiding from me?”

You opened your mouth, closed it, and turned away. “You make me really nervous.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Really? Well, that’s… interesting.”

You looked over your shoulder and saw his lips curl into a proud grin.

“Oh, don’t get all smug now!” you said, giving him a little shove.

“I’m not, I’m not. It’s just…” His face softened with a gentle smile. “It’s a good feeling, knowing I make you nervous.”

Eddie’s words made you blush. You set your beer aside and burrowed deep into Wayne’s jacket. “I’m not used to you being like this.”

“Like what?”

“All… confident and flirty. I dunno, I guess I’m just used to you running away from me all the time.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed. “I never ran away from you.”

“Really?” you said with a teasing smirk. “‘Cause I can think of at least four separate occasions where you saw me and immediately took off in the opposite direction.”

“Well, that’s… because I was scared of you.”

You bent your head and started to giggle. Eddie watched you out of the corner of his eye, struggling to hold in a laugh of his own.

“You finally admit it.”

“I finally admit it…”

Eddie put down his beer and smiled at you. Then his eyes took on a strange glint, as if inflamed by some mysterious spark of emotion. Without speaking, he rolled his weight onto his right arm and swung his body over yours, pinning you up against the counter.

His deep brown eyes bore into yours as he said, “Luckily, I’m not fourteen anymore.”

Your lips parted with an inaudible gasp. No, you definitely aren’t, you thought, and drew away from him a little. This was too much. The house was too quiet, Eddie was too close, and you… you were silently chanting the Lord’s Prayer in hopes of banishing the evil spirit that was currently possessing your thoughts.

Your eyes closed as Eddie’s nose grazed your cheek.

“Hey,” he whispered, “can I tell you a secret?”

You nodded vaguely, unable to speak. When you opened your eyes, Eddie was hovering over you and staring at your face with a soft, almost sleepy gaze.

“You make me nervous, too,” he said. “Pretty much on a daily basis.”

“Really?” Your nose wrinkled in disbelief. “You don’t seem nervous.”

“You don’t think so?” he said. “C’mere.”

He took your hand and held it to his chest. His heart thundered desperately against your palm.

In a flustered voice, you said, “Okay, if this is a move, it’s a good one.”

Eddie’s chest shook as he laughed. “Well, good,” he said. “I’ll make sure to use it on the next girl I invite over.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “Shut up,” you said, but you didn’t raise your hand to smack him like you normally would. Instead, you closed your eyes and let your hand melt into him, feeling his heat, feeling his heartbeat, riding each wave of his ragged breath. Was this what it always felt like? When Eddie saw you in the hallway, in the cafeteria, in class, did his heart ache for you just like this? It almost seemed impossible, didn’t it? Before tonight, this would’ve been nothing more than a fantasy, but now… right now… it felt too real to be anything but true.

You laid your head on Eddie’s chest, felt his heart jog and then settle back into a steady rhythm: slower than before but still beating strong. Then you felt his arms wrap around you and pull you tighter against him. You nuzzled your head into his chin. He pressed his lips to your hairline and sighed against your skin.

“I really missed you,” he said.

After that, time seemed to stop. You raised your head off Eddie’s chest and smiled at him. He kissed you softly on the lips and drew back with smoldering eyes. You touched your hand to his face, gently brushing your fingers over his bottom lip, and he leaned in and kissed you again, taking the last six years of yearning and heartache and igniting them into passion. His grip on your waist tightened. Your fingers curled around the back of his neck and pulled him closer. You kissed slowly, deeply, and then he grabbed your hips and lifted you onto the counter.

Items scattered and shifted. Somewhere behind you, a cup fell with a hollow clink. You broke the kiss, laughing, and craned your head to see where it landed. Eddie hooked his hand around your jaw and pulled you back, kissing you again and again until

Brrring! Brrring!

the phone rang.

The sound blared through the silent house like a fire alarm. You and Eddie broke away and stared at each other, breathless and bewildered. Then you buried your face in the crook of his neck and crumbled into giggles.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Eddie said, looking up with a wide, defeated smile. He cupped your face and pressed one more kiss to your lips, and as he pulled away, he whispered in a slow, forceful voice: “Don’t move.”

He went to the ringing phone and lifted the handset off the wall.

“Yeah?” he said while rubbing his forehead.

“Hey, man!” It was Gareth, calling at almost two in the morning. “I thought you’d be home by now…” Lips smacked and popcorn crunched. In the background, an old sci-fi movie was playing. “So, how’d it go, dude?”

“Uhh, good.” Eddie glanced back at you and a smile came to his face. “Really good.”

He turned around, looked for a seat, and sat down on top of the kitchen table. Meanwhile, you had climbed down from the counter and were now carefully rearranging the ruffled layers of your taffeta skirt, making sure they lay neatly against your thigh. A guttural sound emerged from Eddie’s throat as he watched you. He closed his eyes and cursed his friend’s timing.

“No shit,” said Gareth in disbelief. “You actually got Chrissy to dance with you?”

“Uhh… no,” Eddie said. “You were right, man, that was a terrible idea.”

A terrible and wonderful idea. It brought him straight to you.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, buddy,” Gareth said. “How’re you doing?”

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m, uhh…” You caught his eye and gave him a sweet smile that he couldn’t help but return. “I’m better than ever, man.”

“Is that Gareth?” you asked.

Eddie nodded, rolled his eyes, and said, “Uh-huh…” while his friend’s voice faded into the background.

He watched you fidget in sheer boredom for a while: tracing random patterns on the counter with your finger, flicking the lampshade and making it spin, picking up a pair of pliers, fiddling with them for a second, and putting them back down. Then you leaned forward and laid your chin on your palm, giving him a coy, impatient little pout that awakened something primal within him. The handset slipped out of his hand, pulled the coiled cord taut, and clattered to the floor. Eddie picked it up and clumsily brought it back to his ear.

“Hey, I gotta go, man.”

“Huh?” Gareth said. “What do you mean, you—Wait, are you with someone right now?”

Eddie didn’t answer. He was on his feet and moving.

“I’ll, uhh, talk to you later, buddy.”

“No, wait! Eddie! Eddie!”

“Don’t call me back,” Eddie said. He pulled the handset away from his ear and

“Edd—”

hung it on the base with a click.

During all this, you were snickering with your hand over your mouth. Eddie stepped away from the phone and—suddenly, it was ringing again! Your laughter grew into muffled snorts. Eddie picked up the phone and growled: “Fuck off!” then slammed it back down. And when it rang a third time (because, of course, it had to ring a third time), he grabbed the cable and yanked it right out of the socket.

“What if there’s an emergency?” you said, giggling, as Eddie came toward you.

“I… don’t care,” he muttered dazedly, and he scooped your face into his hands and kissed you.

This was not a chaste, gentleman’s kiss. This was a lover’s kiss, full of heat and passion, desperation and desire. You closed your eyes and parted your lips as Eddie trailed kisses down your chin and along your jaw. His calloused hands, strong but tender, traced down your neck and tugged on the collar of Wayne’s jacket, pulling it over your shoulders, down your arms, and letting it fall to the floor. “Watch the jacket,” you said, and a sharp gasp escaped you. The contrast between the warmth of Eddie’s hands and the coldness of his rings made you shiver as he caressed your bare arms, slowly, gently. He kissed his way up to your mouth, cupped the side of your face, and slipped his tongue between your lips. You curled your hand into his shirt and let out a soft moan.

But then he drew back with a wince.

“Hey, I didn’t plan this or anything. You know that, right?”

Eddie’s dark eyes passed over your face, searching for any signs of doubt. “I mean… I didn’t bring you here to uhh, y’know, try to get in your pants.”

Your grip on his shirt loosened. “Oh,” you said, and looked at the floor with an embarrassed smile. “Well, that’s a little disappointing…”

(because you were definitely trying to get in his)

As those words left your lips, the air between you became thick with tension. You timidly ran your hand down Eddie’s chest, a faint blush rising to your face, and his eyes grew wide as realization washed over him.

“Oh shit,” Eddie said. He gulped deeply, combed his hand nervously through his hair, and spoke in a heated, trembling voice: “Umm… are you sure?”

You pulled him in by his shirt and kissed him. As you broke away, your eyes were calm and unwavering.

“I’m sure.”

The world seemed dreamlike as your body sank into Eddie’s mattress.

His fingers interlaced with yours as he slowly crawled you backwards toward the wall, his chest above yours, knees astride your legs while he pressed soft, tender kisses to your greedy lips. He pushed down on your chest gently and the mattress came up to meet you: your elbows fell one after the other and your head landed gently on the pillow. Eddie’s scent lingered in the fabric, a mixture of sweat, soap, cologne, and cigarette smoke. You breathed it in deeply and shivered.

All the while, his hands never left yours. They rubbed against your palms, slid between your fingers, and pushed your hands deeper into the mattress. Your eyes rolled up to the ceiling as he kissed down your neck and along your chest, the moisture of his mouth lingering everywhere his lips touched. The sensation overwhelmed you. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths as you stared around Eddie’s bedroom with half-lidded eyes, taking in everything—the posters on the walls, the clothes strewn about the floor, all the clutter on his desk, dresser, and nightstand: beer cans, guitar cables, cassette tapes, empty packs of cigarettes. Next to the desk was an acoustic guitar with a message painted on the body. You had to sit up and squint your eyes in order to read it.

“This machine slays dragons?” You threw your head back against the pillow and giggled. “Wow, Munson, just when I thought you couldn’t get any nerdier…”

Your laughter broke into stifled gasps as Eddie caught your skin between his teeth. He nibbled gently on your collarbone and ran his tongue up your neck, then trailed lazy kisses from the edge of your jaw to the corner of your mouth, stopping there as he leaned back onto his left elbow.

While playing with your fingers, he said with a cheeky little smile, “Sorry, were you saying something just now?”

“Uhh, no,” you said, feeling breathless and dizzy. “I, umm…”

Eddie lowered himself back down until his mouth was hovering over yours, close but not quite touching.

“You forgot?” he said in a low voice.

Your head bobbed slightly as you stared at his lips, desperately craving the contact that was currently out of reach. You moved up to kiss him and he pulled away, a smile dragging up the side of his face.

A frustrated huff blew through your nose. “Please,” you said, and immediately snapped your mouth shut.

Shit, you thought. That one was gonna cost you.

Eddie’s eyes brightened with surprised delight. “Uh, what was that? Did I just hear you say please?”

“No,” you said as a shameful heat engulfed your face.

“Oh, I think I did,” he said, chuckling. “Uh-oh, now I have to make you say it again.”

“I’m not saying it again.”

“Yeah, well, I kinda need you to say it again, so…”

The corner of Eddie’s mouth lifted into a tantalizing smirk as he parted your lips with his thumb, drawing a whimper from deep in your throat.

“Please,” you whispered, and a switch went off in his head.

All of a sudden, Eddie’s eyes darkened with a naked, carnal lust that made your core clench and quiver with need. You arched your back as he lowered himself back down to you, and when he reached your lips, he kissed you with a hungry motion that left your whole body crying out for more. You dug your hands into his back, pressed yourself tighter against him. He ground his hips into yours and sucked gently on your neck, leaving faint marks all over your skin. Your breath hitched as you felt his hardening length through the fabric of his jeans. He moaned against you and moved back to your face, kissing your mouth, your chin, your cheek, and he whispered huskily into your ear, “Are you a virgin?”

The question hit you like a sobering slap.

“Maybe,” you said. “So what?”

“Hey, you don’t have to get defensive. I’m just asking, okay? It’s important that I know.”

“Okay, well… now you know.” You recoiled from him and turned your head to the side, staring at the heap of clothes on his floor. A lump formed in your throat as thoughts churned in your head. You swallowed hard and said in a small voice, “I take it you’re pretty experienced.”

Eddie gave you a funny look. “Well, I’m not that experienced. Mostly, I just watch a lot of porn.”

A giggle burst out of you, making your chest feel fluttery and light. When you turned back, you were welcomed by Eddie’s warm, comforting stare. He kissed your lips softly and a smile illuminated your face.

“So Corroded Coffin doesn’t have any groupies?”

“Not unless you count Gareth’s mom… which I do.”

You two broke into laughter. Eddie took your hand, pressed a few kisses to your knuckles, and leaned down to kiss you. As you parted, a question slithered its way into your mind:

“Hey, can you really tie a cherry stem with your tongue?”

Eddie arched his eyebrow. “Have you been thinking about that all night?”

“Well, not all night,” you said with a sheepish smile. “So, can you?”

Eddie snickered, his warm breath fanning your face. “No,” he said. “No, I was just trying to make you blush.”

“Oh,” you said, and felt your face get hot again. Well, you could’ve fooled me.

The previous urgency of his desire was replaced with caring deliberation. His hands gently caressed your waist, your hips, your thighs, tracing around every curve until he had each one of them memorized. You felt short of breath as he lowered his head and started kissing your breasts through the fabric of your dress. A whimper rose in your throat and you withered helplessly against him. You dragged your foot up his left pant leg, ran your hand up his right arm, feeling his hair between your fingers, drawing over his tattoos, pushing up his sleeve to squeeze the hard muscle of his bicep. He kissed the tops of your breasts, your chest, the side of your neck, and felt your hand on his face, beckoning him.

You both shared a moan when your bodies reconnected. Soft breaths filled the room as your hunger for one another grew, your hips moving together in a slow, passionate rhythm. Eddie panted against your lips, stared deeply into your eyes, and when his hand slid between your thighs, you pulled away and said through the static of your thoughts,

“Umm, Eddie? I don’t mean to kill the mood or anything, but umm… do you have a condom?”

The resulting silence was deafening. Eddie’s lips grazed your cheek and he drew back with a muddled expression, his mouth open, eyes slowly blinking, blinking, blinking.

You shrank away from him and grimaced. “It’s just, umm… you know, getting pregnant on prom night wasn’t quite the cliche I had in mind.”

You forced out a laugh and it instantly died in your throat. Great, you thought. Turns out, you hadn’t killed the mood at all. No, what you did was far more sadistic and cruel. Instead of taking it out in one clean shot, you missed all its vital organs and now you had to watch it limp away and die a slow, agonizing death. Way to go, sharpshooter.

Eddie shook his head and, finally, the haze in his eyes began to clear.

“Uhh… right, shit,” he said, “just, umm… hold on.”

He climbed to his feet, pulled out his wallet, and froze as soon as he peeked into the fold.

“Shit,” he said under his breath.

You pressed your lips together and nodded. “You don’t have one, do you?”

“No,” Eddie said quickly, with a little tremor of panic in his voice. “No, I do… just, uhh…”

He went to his dresser and started going through all the drawers: pulling them open, rifling through them for a minute, then slamming them closed. Then he went to his desk and did the same thing. With every slam, your cringe deepened. It was like watching a massacre in slow motion. You had shot and missed and now Eddie was savagely beating the mood to death with a rock. Just put the poor thing out of its misery already!

“Eddie,” you said.

He pushed his palm toward you. “Don’t… Don’t go anywhere,” he said in a distracted voice, and he spun around and stumbled out of the bedroom.

“Where would I even go?” you said, baffled. Then you slapped your hand to your forehead and cursed yourself for saying anything at all. Of all the times to listen to your gut, you chose now—now, when you were this close to living out all your horny teenage fantasies with the man of your dreams. What happened to the angel and the devil on your shoulder? Should you? Shouldn't you? The funny little back-and-forth? You figured there’d at least be a little bit of that, but nope! The stop sign went up and you slammed your foot on the brake right in the middle of a four-way intersection: crash, smash, KABOOM!

“Goddammit.”

You sighed, rolled onto your side, and started shuffling through the comics you found beside Eddie’s bed.

“Hey, you have Creepshow!” You plucked it out of the pile and opened it to the first short story. “Have you seen the movie? Oh my god, Munson, that last one with the cockroaches… boy, did that mess me up for a while. I freaked out every time I had to turn on the light in the kitchen. And I have a pretty strong nerve when it comes to horror. Michael Myers, Leatherface, Freddy Krueger, zombies, monsters, blood, gore, stabbing—I watched Cannibal Holocaust, for God’s sake! But fucking bugs? Yeah, I draw the line there. It’s like that movie, The Fly, that scene with the spiderweb… Nope, I turned my TV off so quick. I still haven’t finished that movie. I’ll probably watch the remake when it comes out, though, ‘cause… well, I do love Jeff Goldblum.”

You figured Eddie wasn’t listening and, honestly, you didn’t care because your silly babbling was the only thing saving you from the discomfort of this incredibly awkward situation. Without it, you would have spontaneously combusted out of pure shame. Eddie, meanwhile, was fumbling around helplessly in the kitchen: slamming cabinets, opening drawers, cracking open the…

fridge?

You looked up in bewildered amusement, then casually flipped to the next page. “I don’t think you’re gonna find any condoms in the fridge, Munson.”

“Yeah, well, there weren’t any in the oven, so…”

The fridge closed with a quiet thud. A moment later, Eddie appeared in the doorway with a hopeless expression on his face.

“You’ve completely lost it, haven’t you?”

“I’m the Sahara,” you said, and Eddie winced at your brutal choice of metaphor.

“You’re the Sahara, huh?” He pounded his fist on the doorframe a couple times, then hung his head and chuckled miserably to himself. “Great, just great.”

He slumped down by your feet and sat doubled over with his elbows on his knees. The seconds dragged on like hours as you two sat on opposite ends of the bed, not saying a word to each other. You kept flipping through the comic, but you didn’t read any of it, not a single word. You thought you had ruined the whole night.

You sucked in a quiet breath and—

“Sorry,” Eddie said, making you jerk your head up in surprise. As you looked at him now, he seemed strikingly timid, like the fourteen-year-old boy who could barely hold your gaze. “Guess I should’ve been better prepared before I, umm…”

His shoulders bounced with light, easy laughter.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said while fiddling with the ring on his right hand. “It’s just, uhh… y’know, I’ve thought of this moment for a long time, a long time, and now that I finally got you here…” A peaceful smile touched his face. “It’s just funny how it all worked out.”

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

Eddie sat up and turned toward you. “We don’t have to rush this,” he said. “In fact, it’s probably better that we don’t.”

“Yeah,” you said.

Then, with a shy dip of your head: “Except now you’ve got me a little curious.”

“Hm? About what?”

“Well… you said you’ve thought about it…”

Eddie grunted low in his throat, a guilty, guttural sound.

“Uh-huh,” you said, snickering. “So… how was I?”

“You were, uhh…” He ground his jaw in thought for a minute, then closed his eyes and said with a deeply satisfied sigh, “Sensational.”

That sent you over the edge! You fell over, chortling hysterically until your stomach started cramping and you just couldn’t take it anymore. While drying your eyes, you said, “Sensational, huh? Well, there’s a bar I’ll never reach.”

“Yeah, I’m not too worried,” Eddie said.

The conviction in his voice threw your heart into a panic. You turned away, pressed your burning face into the cool pages of Eddie’s comic book, and pretended to go back to reading. That’s when you felt the bed dip as Eddie stretched out beside you, lying on his stomach with his elbows supporting him.

“So you’ve been snooping, huh?” He gestured toward the comic with his chin. “What’d you find that’s so interesting?”

“Creepshow.” You turned to the next page. “Hey, why do you have this, anyway? I thought you didn’t like horror.”

“Yeah, well… apparently, I’m Halloween-themed.”

Your breath hitched in mid-sentence. You lifted your eyes off the page and met Eddie’s affectionate stare.

“I still don’t get what that means, by the way.”

“Yeah, neither do I,” you said, and let out a quiet laugh. “I thought I knew when I said it, but now that I think about it, it doesn’t really make that much sense, does it?”

You gave Eddie small smile and went back to reading. He lay next to you for a bit longer, observing the subtle changes in your focused expression. Then he suddenly got up and started rummaging through his desk drawers again. The familiar slamming sound made you giggle.

“Okay, the condom fairy doesn’t exist, Munson. No matter how many times you open that drawer, a box of condoms won’t magically appear.”

“Oh, I’ve already given up on that dream,” Eddie said. He crossed the room, dropped to his knees, and started digging through all the junk under his bed.

Now you were getting a little curious yourself. You climbed to your knees, put your hands on the edge of the mattress, and peered down at him.

“I’m not interested in your porn collection, either.”

Eddie popped his head up and smiled at you. “This isn’t where I keep my porn,” he said, and tossed you a flirty little wink. Then he went back under the bed and—“Holy shit!”—dragged out a black three-ring binder.

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw it. “Wait, is that…?”

You gasped excitedly and made a “gimme” motion with your hands. When Eddie couldn’t meet your demands fast enough, you snatched the binder off the floor and sat down with it in the middle of the bed. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Fuck, man,” Eddie said while scratching the back of his head, “I haven’t seen that thing in years.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” you said, and swept some of the dust off the cover.

The binder looked exactly the same as you remembered, right down to the black-and-white Black Sabbath sticker with the giant rip in the corner. You opened it up and started flipping through it like it was a fully illustrated, limited-edition novel from your favorite fantasy author. It had everything: character sheets, ability guides, spell lists, equipment and inventory tables, maps, drawings, detailed notes from every session, and all these little extra reference pages to help describe his character’s attacks, actions, and movements, because Eddie wanted to sound so cool during combat. You couldn’t stop smiling as you went through it. It was like a little time capsule.

“It’s so weird,” Eddie said in a quiet, captivated voice.

You looked up and saw him sitting directly across from you, staring not at the binder but at you.

“What’s weird?” you asked.

“I dunno, it’s just… sometimes when I look at you, I get these little flashes of back then. It’s kinda freaky, actually, like déjà vu or something.” Eddie’s face flushed a light pink, seeming to catch him by surprise. He immediately shook the thought away. “Uhh, sorry. Go ahead and keep snooping.”

Your eyes lingered on him for a moment longer, then went back to the page. You turned to the next section and said, “Oh my god, here it is! The Shrieking Queen’s Catacombs, Scottie’s infamous campaign. How many pages are there of you just complaining about me, Munson? Let’s count, shall we? Uhh, one, two, three…”

You flipped to the next page and a loose paper slid out.

“What’s this?” you said, and casually looked it over. “Well, this looks like a very poorly rendered dungeon map.” Laughing, you examined it closer. “The Labyrinth of Neverending Nightmares. Ohhhh, how spooky… Wait, this doesn’t look like one of Scottie’s, though. No, his are like ten levels deep and full of all these annoying traps that someone always gets caught in, and by ‘someone’ I mean you, Munson. Then I have to get you out because for some reason you can’t roll higher than a fucking two…”

You giggled at the memory, then showed Eddie the paper and said, “Okay, I give up. What is this?”

“It’s mine,” Eddie said with a modest smile, making your face fall in astonishment. “Yeah, that’s my dungeon. Or at least one of them, anyway. I thought I chose one of the better-drawn maps, but obviously not…”

Your eyes were wide as you listened to him. When you finally blinked, they became wet and blurry.

“Wait, what? You wrote a campaign? How come you never told me?”

“I was working up to it,” Eddie said. “I had it in my backpack for like two weeks ‘cause I kept chickening out. And by the time I finally gathered up enough courage to do it, well…”

“I killed you.”

“Yeah…”

The words echoed in your mind like a curse. You buried your face in your hands and cried out in anguish: “Oh my god, I’m a monster!”

“Well, you’re a really pretty monster,” Eddie said with a light-hearted chuckle, but you didn’t laugh like he thought you would. Instead, you sat hunched over with your hands covering your face, sniffling back tears. He reached for you and gave your shoulder a shake. “Hey, come on, don’t cry. Please, don’t cry. I’ve already seen you cry way too much tonight, and I really don’t like it.”

He leaned over and brought his lips close to your ear.

“Hey,” he said softly, “it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“It matters to me,” you said, and raised your chin to look at him. The compassion in his eyes almost made you burst into tears again. You didn’t deserve it. “Four years, Eddie. That’s a really long time. I can’t help but think of all the things we missed out on, and now…”

Now they were all piling onto your chest like bricks. The weight of it was enough to crush you. You lowered your head and felt your eyes well up with guilt and grief.

“But we didn’t miss out on anything.” Eddie gently took your face into his hands, dried your tears with his thumbs. “We’re still gonna do everything. I’m gonna take you on a date, a real date ‘cause I don’t think this one technically counts. And I’m gonna meet your parents, which I’m already kinda dreading, if I’m being totally honest. And we’re gonna, y’know, cut class and go make out in my van. That’ll be really fun. Yeah, I’m actually really looking forward to that one. And then, uhh, let’s see… we’re gonna have our first fight in like three weeks, so I better start preparing for that now ‘cause I just know you’re gonna fight dirty. Yeah, you’re definitely gonna hit me below the belt a couple times. But that’s okay ‘cause the make-up sex will be fantastic—y’know, once we actually have condoms. I’ll buy some tomorrow. A big box.”

You snorted under your breath. “I think a regular box is fine.”

“No, just… trust me,” Eddie said. “We need a big box.”

You blinked at him for a second, dumbstruck and speechless, your cheeks all aflame. Then your head slipped out of his hands as your whole body collapsed into giggles.

With a shadow of a smirk, Eddie said, “You think I’m joking right now, but I’m not. I’m buying the biggest box they have.”

“Please, stop,” you said, barely able to breathe.

“I’m just saying, I’m gonna be fully prepared next time… assuming there is a next time, anyway.”

You lifted your head and smiled at him, your face glowing in the aftermath of your laughter. “There will definitely be a next time,” you said. Then you placed a feather-light kiss on his lips, drew back, and he pulled you in for another, deeper kiss, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw.

“So, is it scary?” you asked afterwards.

“Is what scary?”

“The campaign you wrote, is it really scary?”

“I made it extra scary just for you.”

“Wow,” you said with an awestruck grin, “an extra scary campaign just for me? Well, now we have to play it… Can we?”

In a tender voice, Eddie said, “You’re the only one I’d ever play it with,” and you felt your eyes tear up again.

Choking them back, you returned your attention to the binder and discovered something that made your heart swell with indescribable joy.

“Hey… this looks familiar.”

It was the character sheet you had made for him. He had kept it, after all.

“I tried to fix it,” Eddie said while you carefully brushed your fingers over the softened wrinkles in the paper. There was a giant iron burn in the middle.

“How hot was the iron?” you asked.

“Oh, it was scorching,” Eddie said. “Yeah, it’s a miracle I didn’t burn the house down.”

Your laughter rang together effortlessly. For a second, it was like you two were back in middle school, giggling and goofing off in Scottie’s basement while everyone else stared at you and wondered what was so damn funny. It was a surreal feeling, being together like this again. In fact, it felt a little like

Déjà vu… Yeah, that is weird.

You touched the burn mark gently. “I thought you threw this away.”

Eddie furrowed his brow and shook his head, as if the thought had never even occurred to him.

Then, after a brief period of silence, he said, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

“Do you still have your journal?”

The question brought a smile to your face. “You know I do.”

Eddie nodded and put his hand over his mouth, concealing an ever-growing smile of his own. With his lips pressed against his knuckles, he said, “Okay, so… how many pages was I really in? I’ve always been curious.”

You went quiet for a minute, trying to count the pages, but you soon realized it was pointless. Even if you counted them a thousand times, the answer would always be the same.

“Not nearly enough,” you said, and Eddie’s eyes lit up with amazement.

“That’s… a really good answer,” he said, surrendering an embarrassed laugh. “Shit, okay… yeah, I think I need a second to recover from that one.”

He turned away and tried to regain his composure while you sat and watched, resisting the urge to tease him. Outside, a car was pulling up in front of the house across the road, its headlights flashing through the cracks in Eddie’s blinds. The sound of the engine made you both pause and reflect.

“I should probably take you home,” Eddie said.

“Yeah,” you said, “but then again, it is very late.”

“It is very late…”

“And you’re probably tired…”

“I am really tired…”

“Plus, you’ve been drinking…”

“You’re right, I have been drinking… so have you.”

“Mhm,” you said, and felt your heart quicken with a surge of anxiety and excitement. “So, for both our sakes, I think the safest thing would be for me to just stay here tonight.”

You hid your eyes as you said this, worried you might’ve overstepped and crossed some invisible line, but then you heard Eddie let out a quiet, contented sigh and you felt silly for worrying at all.

“Okay,” he said, smiling to himself.

He went to his closet, pulled out two shirts and presented them to you. “All right, pick one: Slayer or Megadeth. Choose wisely ‘cause this decision could very well determine the future of our relationship.”

You pressed your lips together and thought hard about it for a while.

“Megadeth.”

"Good choice," Eddie said, and tossed it to you. Then he gave you a pair of his boxers, blushing a little as he did. “Umm, I’ll be outside waiting on the porch, so uhh… just knock on the window when you’re done, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” you said, giving him a timid smile.

The air felt lighter, crisper as Eddie stepped onto the porch and sank into his uncle’s chair, a chair he had sat in over a hundred times: in the morning before school, at night while he watched his uncle leave for work, when he needed to think, when he couldn’t sleep, when he was simply bored and didn’t have anything better to do. Now here he was sitting in this beat-up old chair again, this time waiting for you.

Instinctively, Eddie reached for his cigarettes and realized he wasn’t wearing his jacket. Normally, this would make him grunt in frustration, but tonight he just threw his head back and sighed happily into the cool night air.

This was a good night, he thought, probably the best night of his life.

Then he heard your gentle tap, tap, tap on the window, stood up, and went back inside.

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Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; light smut; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: Life goes on. 2994 words.

1986

The calendar looked the same as it had five minutes ago. Yet, you found yourself back in front of it, staring at it silently. If Eddie was home, you would have pretended you were at least there to get something from the fridge the calendar was stuck to. But you were alone to space out and look at the numbers and lines as if they meant something different.

A knock at the trailer door eventually pulled you away from the month of October.

“Oh. Hi!” The boy looked shocked to see you.

“Hi, Dustin…”

“Sorry. Hi. Um. Hi,”

“Hi,”

“Hi. So… How are you? How have you been?”

You looked him up and down. He was as you remembered him, though less sad, but not entirely happy yet either. You stepped aside. “You wanna come in?”

Dustin looked around Forest Hills with hesitation. Neighbours were out enjoying the cooling breeze. The heat of August was gone, September had just finished ushering in just a taste of what October would offer.

“Lots of witnesses seeing you come in. You’re safe,” you told him.

The kid looked back up at you. “Is the…”

You knew what he was asking, but instead of putting him out of his misery, you just raised an eyebrow.

“The vampire. That’s what he is, right? Nancy and Robin told me-”

“He’s not here,”

“Oh. He’s out? But it’s daytime?”

“Yeah. I can turn him into a bat. He’s immune to all that when he’s the bat,”

“Is that a good idea?”

“Are you a vampire expert now?”

“I mean… I am an expert in a lot of the, you know, monster type situations that happen here,” Dustin countered, putting his hands on his hips.

“So I hear. Come on. What do you need?”

Dustin followed you inside the trailer. “I, ah, love what you’ve done with the place,” he quipped as he drew a smiley face in a pile of dirt on the kitchen bench, then picked the leaf next to it up, spinning it between his fingers.

“Don’t touch that!” you squealed too late, grabbing Dustin’s hand and healing him before the Dendrocnide moroides had a chance to take effect.

Dustin’s eyes were wide, the panic sweeping across his face. “What was that?! Am I gonna die?!”

Letting him go, you examined his hand. “No. You just would have been in a lot of pain,”

“Like poison ivy?”

“No, like an excruciating pain that feels like being burned with acid. And it can linger for months. Flare up after years,”

“And you have it just laying around?”

“Well, Dustin, it has no effect on me or Eddie. And I don’t get a lot of visitors.”

He nodded sheepishly. “Sorry… Sorry. I didn’t mean to- I’ll… keep my hands to myself,”

“For the best. But the couch is safe. Sit.”

Dustin sat, picked up a throw pillow and hugged it to himself. He said nothing and avoided eye contact.

“Can I make you a cup of tea?” You added, “Not magic tea,” before he could ask.

He nodded.

You brewed chamomile and honey, took a mug of it to Dustin, and sat next to him with your own. “So, put my mind at ease; no new monsters for me to worry about?”

“No. Nope. Hawkins is… safe,”

“You don’t sound convinced.”

Dustin laughed out a strange cackling sound.

“…Dustin?”

“Sorry. No. No more monsters. Nancy and the others keep telling me it’s done. Finished. Even El says so…”

“But you don’t believe them?” you asked gently.

“I want to. I want to be happy that everything is going back to normal. But…”

“You’re scared. I get it. I really do. I know what it’s like to have the war end and be left to… you know, live. It’s hard. But he’s gone, Dustin. Whatever he was. There’s nothing left here of him. The gates are closed. There’s no way between there and here,”

“But what if there’s someone else? What if there is another way? Not now. But one day. What if we all grow up and have kids and they have to do this all over again?”

Dustin’s hands had begun to shake. You placed the mugs of tea on the coffee table and took his hands in yours.

“If we get stuck mapping out all of the ‘what ifs,’ we never get to move forward. And there are no guarantees. We don’t know if Hawkins gets to be safe forever. We can watch over it. We can hope. But other than that… We just have to figure out how to be okay.”

The boy nodded, tears rolling down his face. You pulled him into a hug.

“I miss them. I miss Steve,” he cried.

“I know. The grief never goes away. It becomes easier to carry though,”

“Can you make it go away?”

Clenching your jaw, you shook your head. “It’s better to remember. You don’t want to forget what love felt like. You don’t want to forget them. If this grief is the price, we have to pay it.”

You held him until he could take a shaky but mostly controlled breath.

“Do you… Do you know if you’re staying in Hawkins?” Dustin asked.

“Ah, yeah actually. Something about being here feels right,”

“If something happens then…”

“I’ll be here. For you and your kids,”

“Are you like, really old?”

You laughed. “Yes. I am. And, I have some other really old friends coming soon too. There’ll be a few of us to keep watch,”

“More witches? Or vampires?”

“Witches. Eddie is the last of his kind.”

Dustin nodded, considering the information. He wiped his face on his sleeve and picked up his mug. He liked the tea; you could tell.

“You can always come here, Dustin. Maybe not literally here here. But to me,”

“Where are you going?”

“Well, can’t have a coven of witches sharing a trailer, can I?”

Dustin smiled wide, toothy, and happy. “A coven?!”

“Yep. My very own,”

“They can come too,”

“Come where?” you asked.

“That’s why I came, actually. But being here reminded me of… Steve…” Dustin fished a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to you.

When you unfolded it, a black cat with bright green eyes greeted you. It was carving a jack-o-lantern. “Black cats can’t wait to meet you… Golden pumpkins agleam… Owls and bats guide you… To our party Halloween,” you read. A place, time, and date were listed.

“Will and his family are throwing it,” Dustin told you.

“To be honest, I’m surprised all your families decided to stay. Long ago, when my kind fought an enemy here, we left once it was done."

Dustin shrugged. “Most people don’t know what really happened. Government handed out some pretty big cheques,”

“Most towns are built on graveyards, I guess,”

“Well, on that cheery note…” Dustin stood.

“You’re okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I guess… You should come to the party. And your… friends, if they’re here,”

“What about Eddie?” you asked, almost just for fun.

Dustin walked down the trailer’s steps, looking back at you. “He’s one of the good guys, right?”

It could have been a coincidence, but it was far more likely to be Eddie’s sense of drama. He came swooping by Dustin and you, landing on the coffee table between the mugs of chamomile and honey. You rolled your eyes.

“Is that…?”

“Yes. King of theatre himself.”

Dustin looked at the bat. “Um. Hi. You can come… to the party… but maybe… not like that.”

Eddie chittered and you knew the demand. You cast him back.

“Jesus, man!” Dustin screeched, shielding his eyes. “A little warning!”

You and Eddie both smiled stupidly at each other.

“I think that’s a crime! Public indecency!” Dustin continued as Eddie casually strolled naked to the bedroom, avoiding the burst of sunlight from the open door.

“He’s in his own home,” you shrugged.

“Fine! Child endangerment!”

“Yeah, he’s got you there,” you said over your shoulder.

“I’m going now,”

“Bye, Dustin,” you farewelled.

“Goodbye, Dustin! Nice to meet you, Dustin!” Eddie yelled.

Dustin was on his bike and on his way out of Forest Hills before you even closed the door.

“To our party Halloween,” Eddie read, picking up the invitation. “Well, that’s cute,”

“It is. They’re resilient, aren’t they?”

“All humans or specifically yours?”

“All of them, I guess, but these ones in particular. They just keep going,”

“They do… Will you be attending this celebration of All Hallows Eve?” he asked, letting his voice dip into a Vincent Price impersonation.

“I don’t know. Halloween is so far away. I have so much to do before then,”

“Speaking of, I scouted the whole area out near the forest gate. Not a house or paved road in sight,”

“Yeah? Cool. It might work then…”

…

It would have been a harder task if Hawkins had not recently had major groundworks and construction happening.

“We had to map out everything from here to bloody Fort Wayne!” the woman at New City Hall, Nell, had said. “So, you came at the right time. Now, which part did you want to know about?”

“Over here,” you pointed to a map Nell rolled out. “Near this forest, then out beyond that,”

“Oh, jeez, honey. You don’t want to be heading out there. Nothing good out there,”

“What do you mean?”

Nell sighed. “Well, Merrill Wright was all set to buy some of the land. Expand his pumpkin patch and whatnot. But after all that hullabaloo with the poisoning, then the earthquake… Don’t think he’s thinking on expanding. Take a lot of work to make that land good again… But… Looks as though you’ll be wanting to talk to the Klines…” The way her sentence tapered off suggested talking to the Klines was going to be a difficult task.

“They own all of this? One family?”

“Klines have been in Hawkins as long as Hawkins has existed. Guess they just… claimed it at some point.”

You couldn’t recall any Klines from before, when Hawkins was referred to as ‘the flatlands.’ Rightfully, the land belonged to the Native American peoples, those that coexisted with the land before British and French rule. How the Klines came to own the land was probably another lesson in displacement and colonisation.

“Where can I find them? The Klines?”

“Ah, well, Larry Kline is…” Nell covered her mouth and whispered the next part – “…in the slammer.”

You nodded and tried to look scandalised.

“He had some shady dealings with some… Let’s just say… unsavoury characters. Some bad comrades, if you catch my drift,”

“No!” you hissed, as outraged as Nell expected you to be.

“I know! Poor Winnie… When it all came out, she found out he was cheatin’ on her too. With his secretary no less! She moved right after. Not sure what happened with the land… Probably still sitting in Larry’s name… Maybe the government took it when he was locked up?”

Following Nell’s directions, you drove across town to a law firm that had once represented Larry Kline. They confirmed that all the land his family once appropriated now was property of the U.S. Government.

“And that’s a good thing?” Eddie questioned when you returned home and filled him in on the findings.

“It's... good and bad. Either they won’t sell it privately, and we just use some stronger wards and protections for now. Or, they do sell it to us and we can return ownership to the Native Americans and ask permission to base our coven there,”

“Can’t you just… make them… sell it to you?”

“I mean…”

Eddie knew what the debate in your head was. “A good witch wouldn’t make them,”

“Probably not, no… But, I don’t know if I am a good witch anymore, right?”

“Right. You’re better. You don’t tie yourself to archaic notions of a moral right and wrong,”

“Sure… I’ll think about it. They might do the right thing themselves,”

“They? The government? Of the United States of America? Have you fallen ill?” He pressed his palm to your forehead. “Are these visions from another dimension plaguing you?”

You laughed and pushed him away. “The drama never ends,”

“I prefer the term showmanship. The showmanship never ends,”

“Okay, showman, well let’s get the cards out and see what they say about magically forcing land back, yeah?” An hour later you were laughing at Six of Pentacles and The Chariot. “Can’t get any clearer than that!”

…

The room you were led into was sterile but still had a thick air of toxic masculinity. A family photo of the man, his wife, and children was up high on a bookcase. Dusty and never looked at. A crystal decanter half-filled with bourbon sat on the corner of his desk. No artwork on the walls. A pen with a picture of a pin-up girl wrapped around it, when the cam was clicked, her naked form appeared. He said it was embarrassing, claimed was a gag gift from the 1985 office Kris Kringle, yet never got rid of it.

“We received your proposal. That’s a lot of land you’re looking to buy.”

Resisting the urge to say ‘I know,’ you smiled and nodded.

“What’s a girl like you want to do with all that land?”

What, exactly, is a girl like me like?

“The land is relatively untouched at the moment. There are neighbouring farms and a few private roads, but it is mostly just woodland and open plains. Hawkins has seen a lot of devastation over the past couple of decades. We would like to see the land taken care of. You know, returned to its rightful owners. Any deforestation or development staved off.”

You knew it was risky mentioning the ‘rightful owners’ of the land but you wanted this man, in all his white-collar sweatiness, to have a chance to do the right thing.

“Hmm… And the ‘we’ is you and your…”

“Collective. We are kind of like a non-profit. A charity. We all have other jobs, but dedicate our free time and resources to helping people and the environment,” you answered, reciting the proposal that he very evidently did not read.

“How does a group of…” He flicked through the pages. “…women. A group of women raise enough cash to make this kind of offer?”

“Campaigning… Bake sales. That kind of thing.” You shrugged and batted your eyelashes. It was a stupid and obvious lie but it fit into the man’s preconceived idea of the economics of women, so he brought it.

“Still… We’re more in the business of innovation. Indiana needs to keep up with the East and West coasts, you see. And, we like to see our proposals a lot more financially sound. There’s no clear way for you to make the repayments,”

“You’re not a business though,”

“Sorry?”

“You’re not a business,” you repeated. “You’re the government. Specifically, the part of the government that is meant to do the right thing for the people and the land, by deciding what happens to the land. Your objective isn’t to make money,”

“Right, but-”

“And, as far as you are concerned, the proposal is financially sound. The money to buy the land is there. What we have free and clear, then the rest in loans not owed to you. So… you’re paid. The hypothetical debt we get into and the repayments don’t concern you at all. That just seems like an excuse to not approval the proposal,”

“Miss-”

“No. Absolutely not,” you interrupted again.

“Miss, I’m going to have-”

From the moment you sat down, your hand had been in your pocket ready for the moment. You curled your fingers to your palm, collecting the dust. “Actually, I’m going to have to do this,” and you blew it in his face. The man froze in place. He couldn’t even blink.

“Okay, you can come out.”

You opened the lid of the backpack carefully sat at your feet. Eddie crawled out and looked around. He flew up and perched on the man’s desk.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you with a bat attack or anything,” you told the man. “He’s just here to watch… And don’t worry about not being able to move. I’ll fix that before I go. We just have some business to attend to first,” you said with a grin that would haunt the man for the rest of his life.

It wasn’t dark magic. It was… morally grey magic used for the greater good.

The man felt compelled, entirely committed, obsessively in support of your proposal. He felt like if he didn’t hand over the land at an insanely reduced price he might die. He would die. Everyone could die.

When you freed his body from your hold, tears rolling down the man’s face from lack of blinking, he coughed hard. He looked at Eddie with a frown.

“Who’s this?” he asked.

“Who’s who?” you replied.

“The…” but your face told him that you couldn’t see Eddie… Maybe he was going crazy. It was the cursed Hawkins land. He had to get rid of it. To you. Yes. Yes, perfect. Sell it off cheap. Get rid of it. And to a charity? Well, everyone would think he’s a hero! A true American hero! Maybe he’d even get a bonus. Yes. Sell it. Sell it. Sell it. “I think I can make you an offer…”

On the drive home, you pushed The Head on the Door tape into the deck and sang along with Robert Smith loudly. When the sun set and Eddie swooped through the open window, you turned him back and laughed when he refused to put on pants.

“Out of curiosity, little witch, would that freezing spell work on… say… you… or me?”

You looked over at him and his sly grin. “Is your mind in the gutter again?”

“It’s always got a foot there. Care to join me?”

End Note: Click here to see the inspo for the Halloween party invitations.

Also, I forgot to say this last time: the reason that Mel, the music journalist coven member, is haunted by Steve is because my IRL bestie @kookygranger (who the character is based on) reblogged a chapter and added her own little blurb to it. Kind of like fanfic of my fanfic hehe. You can read that reblog here. She has now expanded it to be its own entire fic (read here). It deviates from what my characters are doing, so it’s pretty much a Burning Yarrow AU. Obsessed.

As always, I hope you are all well and I'd love to hear your thoughts and feelings. xo Rhi

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Closure - Stranger Things - Steddie - G

Rating: G| cw: blood | tags: post season 4, eddie lives, fluff no angst

Prompt: Love is having hope for the future together (acasualcrossfade)

A/N: Written for @steddielovemonth day 12. Sorry I have missed so many days – had lots of ideas, just no umph to actually get them on paper. Feeling more creative today. Enjoy!

Also on AO3 | All My Other Stranger Things Fic

Closure: Rifts & Reactions

Steve grabbed Eddie’s hand as it was offered and let the other man drag him out of hole they had both been in only moments before. He could barely believe it as he staggered to his feet and the fissure behind them groaned as it closed.

“Teams sound off, over,” came over the walkie slung across his back in Dustin’s urgent tones.

“Team 1, all safe, over,” came the first response from Hopper.

“Team 2, all safe, over,” was the second from Nancy as Steve pulled the walkie round to the front.

“Team 3, all safe, over,” he said, as clearly as he could.

He looked at Eddie, battered, bruised, filthy, just like him, and he couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of his throat. It was over, really over this time. Vecna was dead. All his monsters were dead. The Upside Down was sealing itself off without his influence to keep the gates open. And they were all alive.

“Finally losing it, Sweetheart?” Eddie asked as Steve laughed so hard his legs gave out.

He was exhausted, had a three-groove gash across the front of his left leg, luckily not too deep, and he ached all over, but he couldn’t stop laughing.

When they had gone in, Team 1 containing El, to confront Vecna head on, Team 2 to distract as many of Vecna’s monsters as possible, and Team 3 to take out the lab in the Upside Down that had machinery in it Vecna had been using to keep open his gates, Steve had mentally given them about a fifty percent chance. That they had all come through it alive and kicking was simply amazing.

Eddie sat down next to him.

“It’s over,” he said, unable to keep the wonder out of his voice. “It’s finally over.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed, smiling at him.

If the rifts closing hadn’t been a huge giveaway, there was something in the air as well. It was as if a weight had been lifted. Maybe a psychic one had been.

“You’re still bleeding though,” Eddie pointed out.

The wounds were oozing a little thanks to all the vigorous movement, but it wasn’t much, as far as Steve could tell.

“Can I kiss you,” was what he decided to respond, gazing into Eddie’s eyes, and watching them go wide and shocked, “please,” he added.

Finding Eddie wandering around the evacuated trailer park in a fugue state had felt like a miracle at the time. His reaction to it had given Steve a clue that he had become more attached to the metalhead than he had admitted to himself before that. Then helping nurse Eddie back to health and to his old self had only deepened the fledgling feelings.

They’d all been focused on only one thing though: defeating Vecna, so he’d put all those things on the back burner. Even when he was pretty sure he’d seen Eddie looking at him the same way, he had pushed them down because there was too much to do.

There wasn’t any more.

“Yes,” Eddie said, and now it was him who sounded like he couldn’t quite believe it.

Steve leaned in, just lightly touching his lips to Eddie’s. It was Eddie that grabbed him by the straps on his combat jacket and pulled him in for a much deeper kiss. Steve revelled in it. They both tasted of ash, but he didn’t care. He never wanted to stop kissing Eddie if he could help it. It was only when a groan was forced from his mouth, and not in a sexy way, when he made a move that had his leg complaining loudly that Eddie drew back.

“More later,” Eddie said and took the walkie from his hand, pulling the strap over his head. “This is Team 3, over.”

“Central here, over,” Dustin’s replied instantly.

“Could do with a pickup,” Eddie said, “Steve’s hurt. Bikes are a no go, over.”

They hadn’t wanted to be seen on the way in, so they’d biked to their entry point.

“Bad?” Dustin came back, completely forgetting the ‘over’.

“No worse than usual,” Eddie replied. “He had to make sure he has some more badass scars, of course, over.”

“This is Team 1,” came over the walkie from Hopper. “Can swing by and pick you up once I’ve dropped off my lot. How urgent is it? Over.”

Steve took the walkie back.

“I’m fine,” he said, giving Eddie a look for worrying everyone, “I just can’t pedal. Over.”

“Got it,” Hopper returned. “Sit tight, I’ll be with you soon. Over.”

“Will do, over and out,” Steve responded.

“This whole kissing thing better not be due to blood loss,” Eddie said as Steve put the walkie down.

“Nope,” he replied, “that just made me brave. Want to kiss some more?”

“Sweetheart, I’ll kiss you forever if I can,” Eddie replied.

“I’ll keep you to that,” he said with a smile, leaning back in, but making sure he didn’t do anything stupid with his leg this time.

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in love and war part 2

For Spicy Six Winter Challenge hosted by @thefreakandthehair

T | 2221 | feelings realization, bi awakening | read part 1 here | part 3 here

And this takes us to the present. The revenge plan.

The sun has just come up and there are four of them camping in Steve’s car, sharing thermoses full of hot beverages of choice. (Steve brought one full of hot cocoa and it's the crowd’s favorite.)

“Eddie is not an early riser, we’re wasting time,” Lucas complains while observing the trailer with his binoculars.

“I think his uncle’s gonna wake him up for us,” Robin assures him. And like clockwork, Wayne Munson’s truck comes into view, almost knocking down one of their sculptures. The man steps out, takes a look at the dozen snowmen surrounding his trailer, and disappears inside.

About fifteen minutes later, the curtains in one of the windows move. Steve’s buzzing in his seat. Or maybe just shivering. He reaches into his pocket for a tissue to wipe his runny nose.

“There’s a message!”

“Well, read it!”

“Nice move, Stevie,” Lucas reads the paper that appeared in the window. “Can’t play with you tho, I’m sick. Sad face.”

“Did he draw a sad face or…?”

“Of course, he drew it!”

Steve yanks the binoculars from Lucas to see for himself. The papers disappeared but Eddie took their place in the window, wrapped in a blanket. There’s a scarf around his neck and his nose is red. He looks bad.

“Damn. He really is sick.”

“Full offense but you look like shit, too.”

“Can it, Mayfield.”

He steps out and walks up to the trailer. Eddie finally spots him and he perks up and waves at him.

“Hi!”

Even through the window, Steve can hear how croaky his voice is.

“Guess there goes your next campaign.”

Eddie laughs weakly, it turns into a cough.

“Guess so.”

“You started it,” he reminds him.

“I know. Sorry.”

“Why?” Steve frowns at him. Eddie shrugs.

“Seemed like a fun idea.”

“Imagine how much fun you could be having playing DnD now.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie waves his hand. “But. You know.” He shrugs again.

“No, I don’t know.” He shakes his head, frowning again.

“You don’t play DnD.”

He taps against the glass nervously and Steve collects himself quickly.

“We can find something that doesn’t end with you in bed.”

Eddie’s eyes sparkle with mischief and Steve immediately realizes the double meaning in his words.

“Okay, shut up.”

He turns around and leaves quickly. The inside of his car is surprisingly warm and he shivers from head to toe.

“Well, I’m leaving before I catch whatever this is,” Max eyes him before escaping the car. She stops once outside. “Lucas, you coming?”

The boy scrambles behind her.

“Let’s get you home,” Robin squeezes his arm.

He takes one last glance at Eddie’s trailer and nods.

It’s all misery from there. He makes camp in the living room because that’s where the tv is and he needs some entertainment while sitting on his ass and coughing. Robin takes stock of his medicine cabinet and whatever else he may need while housebound. She forces him to take his temperature. He’s prissy about it because it would make the sickness real, but it’s barely above average.

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” Robin pats him on the head while inspecting the thermometer. “Where’s your walkie?”

“There’s no need-”

“Little shitheads need to know they’re on their own. Or rather on their parent’s mercy.”

He nods.

“It should be on my desk.”

She’s gone for a while which makes him assume he’s excluded from the conversation. There’s probably a lot of yelling happening from the kids and Robin’s saving him the headache, bless her heart. She comes back eventually, walkie in hand.

“I’ll leave it nearby in case you need anything, but I told them not to bother you, that you’ll contact them if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” he smiles. “You’re the best.”

“I know,” she smiles back. “Dustin isn’t happy, of course, but his mom said they’ll come with some soup later. Max said, and I quote “serves them well.”

“She's not wrong,” he mutters.

“Will and Lucas said they’re sorry. Will said Mike’s sorry too.”

Steve snorts.

“Course he did. What did Eddie say?”

“Nothing,” she shrugs. “Either he was sleeping or too sick to speak up.”

“Huh.” He’s weirdly disappointed about that.

“Anyway, I gotta go to work now because my coworker called in sick.” She pats his knee as she stands up.

“Uh, I’m sorry?”

She shakes her head.

“You’ll pay me back when I come down with whatever I just caught from you. I’ll come over tomorrow with some movies. don’t forget Dustin’s coming later today!”

He groans.

“Right, of course.”

“Yeah, not jealous about that, buddy.” She pats his head. His hair is ruined enough that he doesn’t protest. “Walkie if you need anything, do not leave the house, keep yourself warm. Toodles!”

“See you, Rob.”

Later he has to listen to Dustin yelling at him from the other side of the room (“I’m not getting any closer to your germs, Steve!”). Claudia, the wonderful mom she is, doesn’t have such reservations and hands him the soup she brought after heating it.

“Dusty made us make rounds to all your friends to gather a care package for you.”

Steve makes a surprised sound over his cup.

“Being sick is so boring, we thought it could help!” Dustin adds, still yelling from afar. But the anger seems to have seeped out of him. “We’re going to Eddie’s next, his care package is cooler.”

“Dustin!”

Steve laughs.

“He’s probably right, Ms. Claudia, I don’t think our interests overlap as much as with Eddie.”

“Well, you’re gonna get educated because we do not have boring jock shit for you.”

“Dustin!”

“What?! It’s the truth!”

Steve snorts so hard, he needs a tissue.

After they leave, he digs into the care package like it’s a Christmas morning. Everything has little post-it notes with get-well wishes and signed who it’s from. From Robin, he got promised medication restock and some hard candy for his throat. Will gave him a copy of Hobbit and a tape which upon opening, turned out to have a small joint hidden inside, courtesy of Jonathan. El lent him a Wonder Woman comic. Dustin gave him a Batman comic and a handwritten guide titled “D&D for dummies”, that actually made him chuckle. At the bottom, probably because Dustin was ashamed of his friend, was an issue of Sports Illustrated with a note “Read the Magic Johnson interview!” and below that, a girly-looking magazine, dryly signed “from Erica.” He chuckled to himself and opened it first. Inside was another Post-it note that read “page 17”. Intrigued, he flips the pages to find it.

On page seventeen, there is a segment titled “Flirting or bullying?” and one of the questions/stories is highlighted with a pink marker. Steve gets to reading.

“Dear TM team,

My friend, S, is being followed by this boy who keeps starting snowball fights. He’s waiting for S’s shift to end, sitting in his van outside the shop to do so. It’s turning into a full-blown snowball war by this point. My other friend thinks they are pulling pigtails, but I just think they are dumb. So, is it flirting or boys being idiots? -E”

Steve drops the magazine and goes into the kitchen to have a refill of his soup.

When Robin comes in the next day, the magazine still lies where he left it, taunting him. His heart stutters when she picks it up with a laugh.

“I guess under all her snark Erica is just another girl, huh?”

Oh, how wrong she was.

He licked his dry lips before speaking up, barely audible and fucking terrified.

“Open it.”

Surprised, her eyes snap at him, but something in his tone makes her comply without a word. He pretends to busy himself studying the romcoms she brought.

“Huh,” he hears among the rustle of the pages. He looks up, too tempted to watch her face while she reads.

“What’s so fucking funny?” he asks, watching her lips quirk.

“Nothing!” she squeaks. “I’m surprised she did that.”

“I’m not. It’s Erica.”

“True,” she giggles, closing the magazine. He frowns at her.

“What did they say?”

“You didn’t read it?”

He taps his fingers against his mug.

“I chickened out,” he admits.

“Why don’t you ask Eddie yourself?”

“Robin,” he whines.

“Steve,” she whines back. She scoots closer and takes the mug out of his hand to lace their fingers together. “Listen, I rejected you and now we’re friends. You’re friends with Nancy too. You can let him down gently, it’s not the end of the world.”

“No, Robin…” He sighs, squeezing her hand. “I think I was, um… pulling his pigtails back.”

“Oh shit.”

“Oh shit,” he nods.

They look into each other’s eyes, giddy and nervous, before bursting into giggles. Their eyes fall back on the magazine.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Didn’t Eddie get a care package from them too?”

“Oh shit.”

“Dude I can’t stay here forever, pick up the phone!”

“Your yelling is really not helping me.”

“Oh, so you’d rather do it by yourself?”

He winces.

“No? Yes? I don’t know!”

She groans and he’s pretty sure she’s about to strangle him when the phone calls. They both jump and stare at it. Robin eyes him but he’s not moving a muscle so she groans and picks it up in the middle of the third ring.

“Yes?” She sounds calm and collected. “Oh, hi Eddie!” She smiles like an imp, staring straight into Steve’s soul. “You sound like shit.”

He makes a sound of protest, but she puts a hand up to stop him.

“Oh, you just got your voice back? And you’re calling Steve first thing? How sweet!” She’s making kissy faces at him and he’s about to commit murder. “Yes, he’s awake, I’ll get him.” She holds out the receiver. “For you.”

“Fucking obviously,” he murmurs, snatching it from her. She snickers.

“I’ll be in the living room,” she says and struts away, but he keeps an eye on her just in case she decides to eavesdrop.

“Steve?”

He does sound terrible.

“It’s me, hi.”

“Hi, um. Did you, by any chance, maybe, perhaps, get a care package from the kids?”

Steve’s insides twist.

“Yes?”

“From Erica too?”

“Yes.”

“A magazine?”

“Page seventeen?”

Eddie breathes hard into the receiver.

“Yes, that.”

The silence hangs between them. His clogged sinuses make it hard to formulate thoughts.

“What did they say?”

“What?”

“Was it flirting or bullying?” he clarifies, fumbling with the cord.

“You didn’t read it?”

“No.” He tries to find an explanation that doesn't sound bad. “Wanted to hear it from you.”

Eddie takes a ragged breath, it turns into a coughing fit. Steve frowns.

“You should go back to bed, we can talk about it later.”

“No!” Eddie protests straight away. Coughs a bit more. “I just… Yes, they say it was flirting,” he spits out.

Steve suddenly feels worse.

“But they were wrong,” he pushes for clarification.

Eddie sounded like they were.

“I don’t know,” he admits instead. Steve frowns.

“What do you mean you don’t know? You either flirt or-”

“I never thought about it, okay?” Eddie interrupts him. “I always assumed I’m into chicks but I’d definitely not flirt with one like that.”

It feels like a punch in the gut and Steve knows his own answer. Robin’s right, he’s survived rejection and unrequited feelings and got life-long friendships out of it. He can bear one more.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it was flirting on my part.”

Eddie starts coughing again.

“It’s okay if you weren’t i just wanted to be clear,” he adds as soon as the coughing subdues. “I never thought about it before either.”

“No, listen. Steve. Stevie.”

Steve’s stomach makes a backflip against his will.

“Yes?”

“I’m still thinking about it, okay? Just, the fever isn’t helping. Like, I want to say yes, but I’d rather say it when I’m not sick and half out of it, you know?”

Steve barks out a laugh, relieved and hopeful.

“Sure, makes sense. I’ll still be here.”

Waiting, like a dumbass.

“Cool. I’ll call you tomorrow, I’m out of stamina for today.”

“Sure, uh, sleep well.”

“You too, sweetheart.”

Steve’s too stunned by the pet name to put the phone away, so they just breathe into each other's ears, startled. But he won’t let Eddie one-up him like that.

“Goodnight, handsome.”

Eddie made a choked sound before ending the call. Steve puts the phone down and walks back into the living room, where Robin is waiting for him, the TV forgotten.

“Well? What did he say?” she asks before he can sit down.

“That he’s still thinking about it.”

“Nooooo!”

“But he did call me a sweetheart.”

“Oh?”

“I guess neither of us realized we were flirting.”

“Steve!” She starts slapping his arm.

“What? What?!”

“I hate you so much! You were each other’s gay awakening? How is that fair?!”

She’s pouting when he grasps her hands to stop the assault.

“Well, we can plot a snowball war against Vickie next,” he offers.

“Are you kidding me?! She’d hate it!”

Steve imagined a gaggle of kids ganging against the poor little redhead.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I guess men are a simpler species.”

“You are so lucky I love you.”

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maxxxineminxxx · 7 months

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summer love || Eddie Munson

a/n: i am thinking about writing a few blurbs for this story like when Eddie realized he liked her and also maybe some memories from when they were young like when they first met. so let me know if you want those or if you have any other ideas.

summary : y/n hasnt returned to Hawkins since she was fourteen and on her first day back she bumps into her old childhood bestfriend who she hasnt spoken to or seen in years. They are having an amazing time until he asks one question. why didnt she return? warnings : fluff and some angst

Summer was your favorite time of year, cherishing the warm weather, the much needed break from school and being able to hangout with your friends whenever. But this summer was different. You had to visit your mom in Hawkins, Indiana and spend your summer there. The journey to Hawkins, Indiana, felt like a step into the past. The memories of those childhood visits were hazy, a blend of long-forgotten adventures and fleeting moments with your mom.

The small town welcomed you with friendly faces. Yet, you couldn't shake the feeling of being almost a complete stranger here. The memories were distant, and much had changed since your last visit at the age of fourteen.

The first day was as fun as it could be in the small town where you arrived at forest hills trailer park. Your mom greeted you warmly, but quickly headed off to work, So you opted to explore your surroundings. You set out to revisit the old places that had once been your havens of adventure and wonder. The book store.

The bell tinkled gently as you entered the bookshop. The scent of aged paper and ink filled the air creating an inviting atmosphere that seemed to embrace every visitor. You made your way past rows of neatly arranged shelves. You began to read the titles of the romance novels running your fingers along the spines, drawn to the promise of captivating love stories.

A shiver ran down your spine as you continued to scan the titles in the romance section. The feeling of being watched hung heavy in the air, and you couldn't shake the sensation that someone's eyes were fixed on you. Your heart quickened its pace, and you discreetly glanced around, trying to identify the source of your unease.

When your eyes met another.Your eyes locked across the bookshop, his gaze intense. He stood amidst the fantasy section.A strange sense of familiarity washed over you, a feeling that you had encountered before, though you couldn't place when or where. His face held a familiarity that teased at the edges of my memory, like a half-remembered dream.

You broke eye contact and drew your attention back onto the book in your hands. Walking over to the cashier paying and walking straight out. As you were walking out you heard your name being called, turning around you saw him again. The guy in the bookstore.

“y/n” he said but it sounded more like a question almost as if he was unsure. “Yeah” I replied back, sounding just as unsure as he did. “Woah uh you look different… you look good not that you didn't look good before but i just haven't seen you in like so many years i wasn't sure if it was actually you but you are and wow” the boy rambled on rather fast, not even stopping for air.

His features slowly came into focus, and a rush of memories flooded back.

‘’ Eddie?’’ you screamed as you launched yourself into his arms and he hugged you back tightly.“You look so different, how have you been?” “Well you know, I could be better still stuck here, redoing senior year for the third time but other than that im just peachy’’ he said with a genuine laugh you smiled back at him. “Well third times the charm” you laugh. At that moment, you felt as happy as ever, grateful for this unexpected reunion.

It was a joyous moment, filled with laughter, as we strolled back to the trailer park, eagerly sharing stories and catching up on the last few years. you noticed a hint of disappointment flicker across his face every time you brought up a funny memory from your childhood. you did your best to brush it off, sensing there might be something more beneath the surface.

We sat down on my front porch and you looked over at him before he spoke. “Can i ask you a question y/n” you nodded your head.

“Why didn't you come back ? you told me you were coming back and that you would be here for the summer again, you came to hawkins every summer and then one day you just didn't show up. I waited for you at the bus stop and I wrote to you… but I never got a reply.”

The question you had been dreading finally surfaced. you looked up at him with a sad smile and let out a shaky sigh. " I didn't want to be your friend anymore. I only came here every summer to visit you, my mom didn't care if i was here or not though she most likely would of enjoyed it more if i had just stayed at my dads. We had been friends since we were six years old and i started to feel different okay?’’

1980 flashback

Today was Eddie's fourteenth birthday. You spent all morning making him the perfect chocolate cake that you knew he was going to absolutely devour in five minutes. You had spent all weekend trying to find the perfect gift for him and settled on the Lord of the Rings books which he had been talking about wanting forever. You put on your nicest sundress, curled your hair slightly and even did some basic makeup. You weren't sure what these new feelings were. Why did you all of a sudden feel the need to look your best infront of him? You shoved those feelings down and headed over to his trailer. Gift bag in one hand and cake in the other.

“Eddie” you screamed excitedly as the boy rushed out of the trailer to help you inside.

You placed the cake on the table and put his gift bag in front of him.you started singing happy birthday to him and he flushed red hugging you tightly.He was already eyeing the cake and bouncing with excitement. “You can open your gift first or we can eat cake first it's up to you birthday boy” you said to him

‘’ I can multitask, how about we do both” he replied, overjoyed, grabbing plates and digging into the cake. Then grabbing his gift bag and opening it.you watched as he looked at the books with nothing but happiness.

He jumped up from his chair and gave you a bone crushing hug lifting you from your chair.

“Eddie, I need air please’’ you said , hardly breathing at this point.

“Oh yeah sorry” he replied, letting you go and staring at you for a moment before thanking you a million times and placing kisses all over your face.you giggled uncontrollably and started pushing him away. You stared at him for a moment. Both of you are out of breath from laughing and smiles on your faces.

Were you in love with your best friend?

“ I'm really sorry eds” you said to him as he stared at you and hurt was all over his face.

“ i think- i think maybe i liked you” you told him truthfully he laughed softly The sadness that had clouded his face suddenly lifted, replaced by a glimmer of relief and understanding ‘’ i liked you too y/n” “ no eds not in a best friend kind of way… more than that’’ you said shyly

‘’ i know’’ he said looking at me happily

“ what- what do you mean you know? I never told you and I tried really hard not to show it too. Do you know how hard it was not to tell you ! i didn't want to ruin our friendship because i thought it would never work cause we only saw each other once a year for a couple days and there was no way you felt the same” you rambled quickly not stopping for air once before he put his hands onto your face and smiled at you. you looked at him for a second before quickly looking at his lips. His lips crashed into yours and you smiled into the kiss. You felt like you were fourteen again giggling like a school girl with her first crush.

In that very moment, you were overjoyed and you realized that the 14-year-old version of yourself had envisioned this scenario a million times, at the very least.It was a revelation you never saw coming. All those summers of concealing your feelings for the boy you had grown to care for more deeply than you had ever imagined possible were over. You didn't need to hide those emotions any longer, because it turned out he felt the same way.

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over--and-out · 2 years

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Don't Hesitate

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Summary: After an unexpected mistake, you end up spending the night with Eddie.

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff FLUFF, tooth rotting fluff, tooth rotting in general, Eddie's obsession with m&m's, slightly spicy, small make out session, season 4 spoilers but not really, not really proof read

Note from author: That super sweet ask gave me inspiration to write so I made a completely new fic and got to work. Also, Eddie is adorable.

Tonight was the night. The start of your most recent Dungeons and Dragons campaign with the one and only Eddie Munson. There was an excited hop to your step and even with the rain pouring down at the dead of midnight, you were more excited than ever. Your shoes sunk down into the mud in front of Eddie's trailer, but you managed to make it to the steps regardless. You could see Eddie's uncle inside, staring at you with furrowed brows. Giving an awkward wave to him was the best you could do with your soaking wet clothes.

You'd met Wayne a few times before, and you got along with him well. He was just rarely home when Eddie had company over.

When you knocked on the door, Wayne opened it and gave you a lookover before turning his head and shouting. "Eddie! Your little friend is over!" You beamed a bit at his words, making sure to take your shoes off on the steps so you didn't track mud into the trailer. Wayne pointed you to Eddie's room before promptly sitting back on his chair, Eddie giving a yell in return to hold on for a minute.

"Just go on in there, he's probably not too busy." You nodded, going back to your friend's door and giving a brisk knock. "Yeah, yeah, come in." Eddie's voice was a bit awkward, bringing a smile to your face as you opened the door. He was in an extremely baggy brown shirt that was paired with baggy red plaid sleep pants. It was a sight to behold, but definitely not the sight you expected to see. The confusion on your face only caused him to be confused.

"Something wrong, nerd?" You could tell by his slightly offended tone whay he was thinking.

"I'm not judging you, first of all." Eddie laughed a bit, flopping onto his bed and picking up a blue m&m before popping it into his mouth.

"Then what's with the look?" His dark eyes glanced up at you as he munched on the candy, an almost expectant look on his face. Laying on his stomach with his feet swinging back and forth, you smiled slightly. He was adorable.

"Jeff just told me we had our first session today, is all." Eddie's brows furrowed before he turned his head to look at the calendar that had fallen off of his wall and onto his dresser. He had to tilt his head to see it correctly, his bites slowing as he concentrated. "Nope, that's next week." He drew out the 'n' and popped the 'p', looking back up at you with an almost innocent gaze. You only stared back, the silence deafening until Eddie crunched on another m&m.

"Soooooo..?" He sounded almost expectant and a small laugh escaped you as he flopped onto his side on the bed and patted the spot where he previously was laying. Your brows furrowed and he let out a dramatic sigh. "It's pouring outside and I'm not letting you walk back home."

"Eddie, I walked here."

"No-can-do, sweetheart." You opened your mouth, but the look he gave you made you immediately close it. Regardless on whether he was laying like a dork or not, you knew that the look he gave you meant he wouldn't let you win.

A dramatic sigh left you. "Fiiiiiiineeeeeee." With a huff of defeat, you flopped onto the bed next to him.

"Shit, you're soaked!"

"I told you I just walked in the rain!"

You were dying of laughter as Eddie groaned and hopped off his bed. He hung his head back and threw the door to his room open before grabbing your wrist and pulling you after him while he walked to the closet in the hallway, stopping to go through it and pull out an old towel to hand to you. "I've got some extra clothes in this basket in here." Eddie gave a lazy wave to his wrist as he spoke before rummaging through the clothes basket and letting you pull out some clothes that you felt most comfortable in.

When you noticed the absence of Wayne, you decided to make a point to ask about it. "Where did your uncle go?" You pointed to his now empty chair for emphasis and Eddie shrugged.

"Probably out getting more booze- Oooooooooh!" He was quickly distracted by the open can of Dr. Pepper in the cup holder, not hesitating to pick it up and throw it back as if that was the booze. Your brows furrowed before you softly laughed at his actions.

"Okay then- I'm going to get dressed in your room." His response was a simple 'm'kay' before you both went in opposite directions.

"EDDIE FUCKING MUNSON!" He flinched when he heard you yell, damn near flinging the spoonful of uncooked macaroni noodles he was stirring.

"WHAT?!" He continued stirring, giving you a slightly annoyed glare when you walked speedily into the room.

"Handcuffs, Munson. Really?"

"Yeah, and? What about them?" He strained the noodles, grimacing when he accidentally spilled some of them down into the sink.

"Who are you bringing home and banging?" You smirked at him, crossing your arms and Eddie let out a loud laugh.

"Like you need to know." "I'd like to," was your immediate response and a shudder went down your spine at the look he gave you.

"What, are you jealous?" He set the pot of macaroni aside with a loud clank as the spoon hit the metal, his hand drifting up until his fingers grazed across your collarbone.

"I-I... No..." "Are you sure?" His voice got a bit deeper, raspier and it was driving you crazy. A bright grin suddenly lit up his face and he laughed softly. "You're too easy to rile up, sweetheart." He turned back around to the discarded food, pulling milk out of the fridge and finishing the macaroni and cheese. A weird look crossed his face when he noticed the texture was a bit off, but you were standing there absolutely dazed.

"E-Eddie?" Your voice was broken and shy, your face flushing.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He smirked at you and hummed, pausing his actions.

"W-What was that?" "What, you gettin' jealous?" His smirk grew wider and your flush darkened before you shook your head. "After that."

"So you admit you got jealous?"

"EDDIE!"

His laugh was loud and genuine, that small spark in his eyes only further stunning you. You and Eddie have had your moments where you'd flirt or tease each other, but you'd never seen that intense of an emotion in his eyes before

"I'm just playing with you, baby." He stopped at his own words, pressing his lips shut as if realizing his own mistake. He'd said 'baby' before, even called people that, but it had never rolled off his lips as easily as the way it did when he spoke of you. Your mouth gaped and he looked at you in panic before that shifted to defeat. "Go ahead. Tell me off, do somethin'." He had his own flush starting to creep up his neck, his eyes glued go the ground. It took you a long moment, but you finally managed to summon up the will to walk in front of him. The closer you got, the more he fidgeted.

"Eddie, look at me. Please." He hesitated, but he did look into your eyes. A groan escaped him when he saw that the intensity in his eyes matched yours, his teeth catching on his bottom lip.

"... Yes, sweetheart?" He attempts a smirk, but he looks more flustered than anything.

"Kiss me, Eddie." His smirk immediately dropped, his eyes growing dark and swimming with intense emotion. The authenticity behind his gaze had you breathless. There was nothing but raw and unfiltered emotion, his thoughts laid out bare for you to see. "You sure?" He asked tentatively.

When you nodded, he didn't hold back. His hands rested on your hips and pulled you close, your lips locking in a clash of teeth. It was awkward at first, but Eddie quickly recovered with just the right tilt of his head. Your tongues fought for dominance, Eddie quickly prevailing without much of a battle and one of his hands went from your hip to your jaw. Your hands fisted into his shirt as you arched into him, chasing after his lips when he pulled away. After a small whine, you caught your breath and offered him a small smile.

He flashed a bright smile back, leaning forward and kissing you again as both of his hands held your jaw.

"Come here, baby." You yelped a bit when he suddenly lifted you, your legs subconsciously wrapping around his waist and arms going around his neck. His lips found yours again and you didn't hesitate to kiss him back.

This one was sweeter than the last, softer and more gentle. When Eddie pulled away, he smiled widely at you. Your eyes widen and a flush quickly spreads across your face.

"Eddie, a-are you hard?"

"Uuuuuuummmmmm, want some macaroni and cheese?"

Please, this is so cute to me-

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certifiedskywalker · 2 years

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Afterparty - Eddie Munson

“Are you good?”

“I’m celebrating our victory in combat,” you chided.

“Uh-huh. Ya know you keep puckering and unpuckering your lips, right?”

You turned your head against the rough couch cushion, your hair frizzing up with the friction, to look at Eddie. His dark eyes were laser-focused on you, flicking up and down your lazy-limbed recline on his mottled-brown sofa. It felt as though he were drinking you in or attempting to melt you down into a puddle of goo with the searing softness of his gaze. Then, he could consume you like one of his dungeon monsters.

“Why are you looking at my lips?”

“You’re drunk, sweetheart,” Eddie said after a beat, his eyes falling away from you as he stood from his chair, nasty beer in hand: his post-successful Hellfire Club meeting treat. It was rare that you partook, but finally beheading the Greater Basilisk you and the boys encountered the last session demanded something for your fried nerves. Your own bottle stood emptied on the floor near the couch.

“Am not. Just tipsy is all,” you replied, sitting up on your elbows to try to get a better look at Eddie as he drew closer. The uncharacteristic seriousness you found on his face soon faded as he bent down to collect your finished drink. Curls spilled in front of his face as he moved, nearly obscuring his eyes. When you smiled at the sight, Eddie smiled right back.

“Sure ya are.” His words came out in a low breath and were laced with a rumble from the back of his throat. “C’mon, let's get you home.”

You huffed, mostly to diffuse the fluster that fell upon you, as Eddie turned his back to you and stepped into the trailer’s kitchenette. Glass clattered against the laminate countertop as he set the bottles down to rummage about. Drawers opened and closed, followed by a mumbled curse.

“You never answered my question,” you pressed, watching Eddie’s head of brown hair flit about. It was his signature ‘where did I put the van keys?’ dance. His hands drummed against his thighs, giving you a denim-dulled beat to listen to as you teased him from the couch.

“Yeah, well, it was a dumb thing to- Jesus Christ! Where did I put…?”

“What are you looking for? Another excuse?”

“Very funny, L/N. Your talents are being wasted as a Fighter in the campaign, ‘cause clearly you’re a Bard with all your,” Eddie let out a sudden, borderline euphoric sigh and you saw his hands shoot up into the air. “Found ‘em!”

You stayed propped up on your elbows as the Dungeon Master started towards you once more, this time with keys in hand. His layered jackets fanned out with his quick movements, which made it look as if he were wearing a miniature cape. A short but sweet laugh slipped from your mouth at the sight. For Eddie, that was a battle cry.

“Laughin’ at me in my domain? Not very nice. May have to banish you and your drunken ass,” he announced, crouching down beside the couch. His face was mere inches from yours.

Somehow you managed to hold your ground and not lean further in. Though every fiber in your body screamed to get even closer. “I. Am. Not. Drunk. That beer was shit.”

“Really?” He crossed his pointer finger along your vision, trying to distract you. Your eyes remained trained on his. “‘Cause I think your sight might be impaired.”

“Really,” you echoed, looking up at him. Eddie smiled then, wider than before, and a warmth like alcohol rolled down your chest to your stomach. Spurred on by not-so-subtle, inebriated instinct, you felt yourself pucker and unpucker your lips.

“You did it again,” Eddie said through a laugh, “what the Hell is that?” The crinkles by his eyes became more prominent as his smile deepened, allowing the melodious sound of his joy to fall easily from his parted lips. Dark eyes flicked across your face, up and down. From your eyes to your lips and back again. Drinking you in.

“Maybe I want a kiss, Munson.”

The words, in all their sobering glory, hung in the air between the two of you. Eddie’s eyes were wide, the widest you had ever seen them. Not even a rogue move or devastatingly tide-turning dice roll during a Hellfire meeting could conjure the shock you saw before you at that moment. As the quiet stretched on, you worried that, for the first time in his life, Eddie was stunned into eternal silence. Nervously, you shifted on the sofa to you were sitting up, right in front of the man in shock.

Eddie’s eyes were boring into yours, as if trying to see past them, read into them. Another collection of moments passed and his jaw clenched and unclenched, pulling taut the skin of his cheeks. Desperate to hear him, to get some sort of active reaction, you spoke first. “Eddie, I’m sorr-”

“You…you’re sure you’re not drunk?”

“Yes,” you said warily, “I’m sure. I-”

Before you could finish, Eddie rushed up from his crouched position and smashed his lips to yours. His hands found perches on the couch cushions on either side of your thighs. Your hands got easily lost in Eddie’s curls, pulling gently on the strands as the kiss softened. His fingers crawled up to your hips, pulling you to the edge of the couch by your belt loops. A gasp broke the two of you apart when your inner thighs were pressed against Eddie’s chest.

Chest heaving, you stared at each other: wide eyes and swollen lips. Eddie was on his knees, between your legs, a wonderfully boyish and stupefied smile on his face. You felt a similar grin spread along your own lips as you found your voice.

“Still want to banish me?”

Eddie let out a single, sarcastic chuckle before he wordlessly tossed the van keys behind him. Neither of you saw where they landed as you both found yourselves on the couch, Eddie on top of you, pressing searing kisses anywhere and everywhere. Neither of you cared anyway. Finding the keys again was a problem for the morning yous. Tonight, there was an afterparty.

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rustys-lodge · 1 year

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Right now, I’d rather baby you than watch you die.

Prompt by : @pietromaximoffluvr

"stop babying me, I can take care of myself"

A/N : Hello, peeps. Please leave a comment if you can, it’s very helpful ❤❤❤

Warnings : Mentions of ED behaviour and kind of forced feeding. Please do not read if this might hurt you. Mentions of medical procedures.

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Car honks drowned as you entered the deserted road leading to the lovely mobile home that you shared with Frank.

You limped the whole way there, stopping to sit down on some junk just a few steps away from the door.

You weren't the type to give up, even less with people around, but your foot stung with every little move you made. It felt like lightening traveled from your foot all the way to the rest of your body. It stung enough for tears to build up and threaten to fall from your eyes.

So you just sat down. You just sat down and breathed the tears back in. You'd rather get punched repeatedly in the pussy than to have Frank see you cry. The punisher, defeating death on more occasions than the normal human would. And you, crying over a little bloody wound....bloody wound.

You shook your head at your own thoughts right when Frank spoke.

“Are you gonna sit there all night ?”

You shot your head to the side. “Yeah.” You unjokingly joked. “I’m going to sleep here, even.” You raised your voice, murmuring a painful “Why do you care.” right after that.

“Did you say something ?” The punisher’s voice drew closer and so did his steps. Looks like it wasn’t that much of a murmur after all. “I asked. did. you. say. something.” Like stressing the words would make you tallk ??

You quieted for a second, shrinking into yourself when his eyes grew angrier. “No, i didn’t say anything.” You sighed.

Stressing the words will, in fact, make you talk.

“Come on”

Before you could even say anything, your body was lifted off the ground and a painful moan is unintentially piercing Frank's ear.

“I’ll do it myself.” You groaned through gritted teeth,even jerked your body agaist his grip but He ignored you nonetheless and carried you into the trailer.

Setting you down on the couch, Frank threw you a couple of glances that you only felt. You kept your gaze down on the floor, made sure not to voice your pain, nor to look at the man in your weakest moment. You’d thank him but you hated him right then.

“Do not move.” He commanded and....you could only obey.

“It’s not like i can fucking move.” You murmed, loud, again. And the man only responds with an annoyed glance and pursed lips.

You watched him as he rummaged through his black duffel bag, picking out things you couldn’t make out from afar. And as soon as he started walking towards you, you dropped your eyes to the floor, again.

Then a bottle of whiskey was set right before you, as well as bandages and few medical supplies and a chill ran up your spine. You weren’t ready for any of this. You were not fucking ready. But The man walked away

You wondered what other shit he was going to force you to do.

As if he heard your question, the punisher opened the fridge, pulling out a couple eggs, causing a long sigh to painfully out of you and a knot to quickly clogg your throat.

God fucking damn it, this cannot get worse.

“What are you doing, Frank.” Your voice low and tired, you brought both hands to your temples and started massaging them, going harder when you started hearing oil sizzling. Your temples hurt, badly.

“Cooking.” He said, emmiting a scuff out of you.

“Cook ? Are you trying to get rid of me, Frank ? If you want to kill me at least do it like a man.” You joked. Frank ? cooking ?

“Funny.” Frank did not laugh, instead he turned the heat off, tossed whatever...poison he made in a plate and came to you. He kneeled down on the ground, pulled the little table closer towards you and very carefully pulled your leg up, but you pulled away, wincing and shrieking from the sudden pain you did not expect. It hurt.

The simmering anger you had in you finally seethed and you huffed. “Stop babying me, i can take care of myself.” You leaned back into the couch, agonizlingly ignoring that pain in your leg. “I can take care of myself.” You said again, almost as if you were trying to convince your own self.

Frank only sighed in response, it sounded more like a huff than a sigh, but you weren’t really in a state to care. You would do whatever you needed to get this man away. But he didn’t. Instead, he gripped your leg harder, his touch was still as gentle, it was just stern...like he wouldn’t let go if you tried to pull away from him, and it would only hurt you. He was telling you that he was in charge.

“Right now, I would rather baby you than watch you die, kid.”

In charge, but gently.

You couldn’t hold your tears in much longer. They weighed down on your eyes, just like the pain from al that’s been happening weighed down on your shoulders. “Eat.” He commanded but you weren’t going to obey this time...Even though your stomach rumbled at the sight of freshly cooked egss and meat.

But you weren’t going to stop fighting so easily, so you crossed your arms over your chest, defyingly shaking your head at his command. “No.”

“Kid.”

Your body shivered as anger washed over Frank’s face, causing you to slightly shifted in your seat.

“I’m not stupid, i see how you avoid every meal, how you suddenly Have something to do” He mimicked you. “But right now, if you do not eat, the moment i put alcohol on your leg, you will faint. And if you do faint.” The man’s voice rose higher. -so did your anxiety- “So help me g-”

“Okay.” You muttered, cutting him right off. You hadn’t eaten in two days, anyways. Too busy trying not to die...

Keepig your face away from him, you lean down to pick up the plate, eyes carefully watching the man before you. He watched you back, eyes menacing but comprehensive. But you couldn’t eat while he was staring, so you just aimlessly pushed your fork around the plate.

“KID”

You flinch at the yell, startled. What the fuck is wrong with him ?

“I can’t eat while you’re fucking staring into my fucking soul, Frank.” You yell back....a bit less loud, as you were afraid he’d fucking shoot you. Your eyes wide and aware, you cocked your head to the side, waiting for an answer but he just looked down. Poor man was done with you.

“If you do not finish that plate in the next 5 minutes, Y/n, i will shove that food down your throat myself.”

You shivered, again. You’ve heard that tone before, low, menacing. You knew, if he used that tone that whatever he said he meant. You’ve seen it in fights. And so you obeyed as tears streamed down your face. You obeyed because you knew he’d shove that food down your throat.

“Good girl.” Your, now, oppressor encouraged, voice still low but a bit less dangerous.

As soon as you finished, He started cleaning your wound, first pouring alcohol on it to clean it and then wrapping it in bandages.

He had to shush you a few times, rub reassurance on your leg and even "attagirl" you in the most unauthetically encouraging voice you've ever heard.

You saw him reach up for your cheek a few times before he quickly drew his arm away, hesitance getting the better of him. You even noticed his lips moving to soothe you before he closed them again. If only he could,

After finishing up, the punisher pulled you up into his arms again. You wrapped your arms around his neck. You weren’t trying to get away from him this time. You were too tired...So you just rested your head on his shoulder and let him lead the way.

Frank set you down on the bed, pulling the covers from under you to place them over you. He looked you in the eyes...affectionate and warm. “Feel better, kid.” He smiled and turned on his heels before you could respond.

I guess it’s too soon.

Too soon. But it didn’t matter to you. Frank will forever be the closest thing you’ll ever have to a father.

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Mine

Johnny Knoxville x reader SMUT MINORS DNI

Summary: You and Johnny have to deal with your ex working on the set of Jackass

A/N: So this one really got away from me but it's quickly become my favourite thing that I've written!

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Johnny didn’t get jealous often; he was secure enough in our relationship to have no reason to get jealous. However, there was the odd time where he’d let himself get jealous and I can’t lie, it can be incredibly attractive on him.

A new medic joined the crew whilst the boys were filming Jackass 3D and it wasn’t until he turned up on set on his first day that me and Johnny realised that it was my ex, Matt. Me and Matt had been together for three years before we broke up after I walked in on him cheating on me and Johnny knew how much that had torn me up, him being there for the whole time I grieved the loss of my relationship. I had now been dating Johnny for just under a year and I can honestly say that I’ve been happier this past year with Johnny than any of the three years I was with Matt for.

‘You okay doll?’ Johnny asked me when we first saw Matt turn up, ‘I can get Jeff to get rid of him if you don’t want him here, it’s completely your call.’

‘No, don’t get rid of him, he was clearly hired for a reason, he must be good at his job and you need someone who knows how to patch a guy up well. We’re all adults, we can be civil. Plus, I’ve got you now, I’m happy,’ I replied, looking up at him.

‘Okay sweetheart, if you change your mind, you let me or one of the guys know, okay?’

‘Okay. What are you filming today?’ I asked as we walked hand in hand closer to the guys getting ready for the stunt.

‘Me and Dunn are going to try this Blowback thing. It’s such a good idea that I don’t want to waste it.’

‘Please be careful.’

‘Always am,’ he said, kissing me before running off to get set up.

I was standing back, watching the guys go through the motions of how the stunt was supposed to work, loving how passionate Johnny was as he talked about it. I was so wrapped up in watching Johnny that I hadn’t realised Matt approach me.

‘Hey (Y/N).’

‘Oh, hi Matt, welcome to Jackass I guess,’ I laughed, feeling nervous around him. I looked back over at Johnny who had noticed Matt and was keeping an eye on me.

‘You okay?’ He mouthed across the field.

I nodded and smiled at him before motioning for him to get back to work.

‘So how have you been?’ Matt asked, not moving from where he stood next to me.

‘I’ve been really good, thank you. I’m dating Johnny and it’s going really well, how have you been?’

‘Yeah, I’ve seen you two in magazines. I’m alright, not seeing anyone at the moment.’

I didn’t really know how to respond so I smiled but Jeff’s call of action drew my attention back to Johnny and Ryan who were about to start running. They ran at the tree but instead of bouncing back off of the stick, the stick snapped, sending them both to the floor, Johnny’s laughter ringing out from the group. As soon as I heard “cut” I ran over to see how they were doing. Once I reached them, I noticed Johnny holding his hand still and close to his body.

‘Hey, what did you do?’ I asked, pulling his hand towards me. It was then that I saw the huge gash between his thumb and finger, it was bleeding badly.

‘Hey, I’m okay, stings a bit is all, probably need a couple of stiches,’ he said, putting his hand on the side of my face, ‘I’ve had worse remember.’

‘How could I forget,’ I laughed quietly as Matt came over and ushered Johnny towards the medical trailer, me following behind.

‘You don’t need to come in for this, (Y/N), less people in here the better,’ Matt said as I stepped into the trailer, clearly trying to minimise the time me and Johnny were together.

‘She’s stayin’,’ Johnny said, taking my hand in his uninjured hand and rubbing his thumb along the back of my hand, not missing Matt watching the encounter.

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That evening after filming had wrapped, we all headed out to a bar for a few drinks. After Johnny had his hand stitched up, he carried on filming stunts despite my telling him to be careful. We were sat in the corner of the area the cast had taken over, Johnny arm across the back of my chair and his finger tracing small circles on the back of my shoulder.

‘I’m going to get the next round, you want anything doll?’ He asked, leaning into me so I’d be able to hear him.

In response, I lifted my empty glass and shook it slightly, ‘can I have the same again?’

‘I’ll be back in a minute,’ he said, getting up and making sure to kiss me deeply before he left, knowing Matt was watching from the sofa across from us.

As soon as Johnny had left, Matt moved to take his seat, turning his whole body to face me.

‘Everything okay? How was your first day?’ I asked politely, not wanting to be rude.

‘It’s been alright, everyone seems nice. Would have been better if I’d have been able to have a proper chat with you though.’

‘We spoke earlier.’

‘Not a proper conversation though was it, Knoxville was making sure I didn’t get too close to you.’

‘He is my boyfriend, Matt.’

‘I think he’s just insecure now he’s seen us two together. Seen how good we are together,’ he said, leaning closer into me causing me to lean back.

‘We’ve not been “together” for two years now, Matt, you saw to that remember.’

‘Well yeah, but now we work together, I think we can get back together. Someone like Knoxville doesn’t deserve you, you deserve someone who will treat you right and that’s just not who Knoxville is. I’ve spent a day with the guy and he just seems like the type of guy to mess you around.’

Before I could reply, Johnny’s voice came from behind me, ice cold, ‘Matt, can I talk to you outside?’

Matt looked up at Johnny and smirked, ‘sure thing mate,’ he said, getting up and heading outside, ‘see you out there.’

As soon as he was out of earshot, I jumped up from my seat and grabbed Johnny’s arm.

‘Don’t get stupid.’

‘(Y/N), he was trying to get you to break up with me, he’s lucky if the only thing I do is punch him,’ he said, not quite meeting my eyes.

‘Johnny look at me.’ When he didn’t, I gently took his chin in my hand and tugged his head to face me, his eyes meeting mine, my heart breaking when I saw the mix of emotions playing through his eyes, ‘who cares what he says, I’m not going anywhere, you know that right, I love you and him coming back and spending the day trying to separate us isn’t going to change that.’

Johnny’s expression softened as he kissed me gently and pressed his forehead to mine, ignoring the whoops and cheers from the likes of Steve-O and Pontius. ‘I know and I love you too but I can’t let him get away with what he said,’ he kissed my forehead before gently tugging his arm out of my grip and walking out of the bar, me hot on his heels.

---

We got outside to see Matt leaning against the wall, waiting for us. I grabbed Johnny’s hand, him squeezing it in acknowledgement but not taking his eyes off of Matt.

‘Just talk to him PJ,’ the use of his real name causing him to look down at me and reluctantly nod his head. ‘I love you.’ Johnny wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my forehead again.

‘So what did you want to talk about Knoxville,’ Matt piped up from behind Johnny, making his arm tense around me.

‘I swear doll, if you hadn’t asked so nicely, he’d be on the floor right now,’ Johnny said into my ear, making me giggle and push him slightly.

‘Be nice.’

Johnny sighed and turned to face Matt who was still smirking because he knew how much it pissed Johnny off. He walked closer to him and had a moment of satisfaction as he saw Matts smile falter slightly as he stepped a tiny bit back.

‘Look,’ Johnny said, sighing, trying to reign himself in, ‘you can’t keep doing this man. (Y/N)’s with me now and you can’t keep trying to get in the way of that on set. Yeah, you’re a pretty important crew member and I’m grateful for the good job you did on my hand today but trying to kick (Y/N) out of the trailer? Not on. And then trying to tell her that I’m insecure that she’s going to leave me for you. Dude, you had your chance with her and you blew it, that’s no one’s fault but your own. I love her, and I’m not going to blow my chance with her because she’s the best thing that ever happened to me, you as well, you’re not going to find another girl like her. Just move on and let her be happy okay?’

Silence filled the space between the three of us, tears running down my cheeks as Johnny spoke. Matt hadn’t spoken since Johnny finished. After a while, he leaned around Johnny to look at me.

‘See you tomorrow, (Y/N),’ he said before walking off.

As soon as he rounded the corner, Johnny’s shoulders slumped and he ran his hands over his face as I approached him.

‘That was officially the hardest thing I’ve ever done, I’d taken on 10 bulls before doing that again,’ he said as I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his t-shirt.

‘I’m proud of you,’ I said softly as his arms came up around my body and he squeezed me tightly.

‘Only did it for you doll, now what do you say we go back to mine and I show you just who you belong to?’

---

Johnny pressed me against the front door as soon as it closed behind us, his lips capturing mine in a rough kiss. I felt myself sink into the kiss, knowing that Johnny was in control. He moved his hands down over my ass to the back of my thighs, tapping to let me know to jump up. As soon as my legs were wrapped around his waist, he carried us both into his bedroom whilst I started nipping at his neck, throwing me roughly onto his bed and crawling on top of me.

‘You’re mine, (Y/N), don’t care what he says, you’re mine,’ he growled against my lips as he ripped my top off of my body, groaning when he realised I wasn’t wearing a bra and he leaned down to wrap his lips around my nipple, his hand coming up to play with the other.

‘Yours,’ I gasped, threading my fingers into his hair, holding him against my chest.

He started to kiss down my body, lips connecting with each side of my hips before his lips hit the button of my jeans, smirking as he looked into my eyes as he undid my jeans with his teeth, my head falling back, a groan escaping my throat as he used his hands to pull my jeans and underwear off my body, leaving me completely naked in front of him.

‘God, you’re stunning,’ he said, crawling back up my body, the feel of his jeans and t-shirt against my nipples and clit making me shiver. I moved my hands to the bottom of his t-shirt and started tugging.

‘PJ, need you,’ I panted as he threw his top to his floor and stood to remove his jeans, kissing up my legs before he reached my pussy.

‘Eyes on me sweetheart,’ he said darkly, meeting my eyes as he leaned down and licked a stripe up my pussy before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking. It wasn’t long until my legs started shaking as I felt my first orgasm wash over me. As I came down, I realised that Johnny hadn’t stopped and he didn’t seem to be planning to anytime soon.

‘Johnny, PJ, can’t,’ I babbled as his tongue kept the same pace on my clit, pushing two of his fingers into me and crooking his fingers, hitting my g-spot which made my legs twitch.

‘Oh I think you can pretty girl, one more, then I’ll fuck you.’ I nodded and threw my head back, letting myself succumb to the please as I soon felt my second orgasm creep up on me. This time, Johnny slowed his pace as I rode the orgasm out, slowing to a stop and crawling up my body.

‘You okay?’ he asked sweetly.

‘Yes, fuck me, please,’ I said, making him laugh as he lined himself up with my entrance and pushed in roughly, not giving me any time to adjust as he started a brutal pace straight away, clearly working out the aggression he’d meant to use on Matt earlier.

‘You’re so good for me, (Y/N),’ he moaned in my ear, sucking a hickey into the skin just below my earlobe, ‘me and no one else, such a good girl.’

His voice combined with the pace of his thrusts were quickly bringing back to the edge, my arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled him down into a rough kiss, our teeth clashing together as his hips sped up and his hand came down to play with my clit. I pulled away from the kiss and held his face in my hands and I looked into his eyes. I’d always thought he had lovely eyes but tonight they were beautiful, a mix of emotions playing through them; love, anger, insecurity.

‘I love you, I’m yours, nothing’s going to change that. I love you PJ Clapp, Johnny Knoxville, whatever you want to call yourself, don’t let him get into your head because he’s just jealous, okay?’

Instead of replying, Johnny slammed his lips back onto mine as he thrust against me three more times before stilling and emptying himself inside of me, my third orgasm rushing over me at the same time. I felt Johnny press his whole weight against me, as he buried his face in my neck before pulling out and rolling to the side. I turned over and propped myself up on my elbow, one hand coming to rest on his face, gently wiping away the tear that he’d let fall.

‘You okay?’

‘I am now,’ he said, taking hold of the hand that was on his face and kissing my palm, ‘I meant everything I said earlier, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m not letting you go. Ever.’

I smiled and snuggled into him, ‘well it’s a good thing there’s nowhere else I’d rather be isn’t it.’

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Bad to Worse to Better

Summary:

Warnings: Cursing, but other than that just a whole lot of cute fluff

Author’s Note: I thought I’d combine the two requests here so that the story wasn’t too similar to ‘stunned stunt’ but I hope you like it <3 My requests are always open !!

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“I’m just saying if you learnt your lines earlier you wouldn’t have to get up so early every morning,” You point out to Drew as the two of you get out of the car.

He comes over to your side and takes your hand quickly, “And where would be the fun in that?”

“Well it would stop you from making so much noise around the flat before the sun is even up,” You point out, the two of you diverting towards where the rest of the cast were.

“Good morning all,” Drew smiles to the group as they’re all sat around the table with their morning coffees.

They all look up at you simultaneously and offer tired waves.

“You have way too much energy in the morning,” Jonathan grumbles, stifling a yawn.

You laugh and take one of the spare seats, Drew sitting down beside you and slinging an arm over the back of your chair, “Well, it’s not morning for him when he’s been up since 4am.”

The group go on chatting about something and you watch Drew pull away from you in his chair, pausing momentarily before sneezing loudly.

“You okay babe?” You frown at him as he sneezes again.

“Yeah, yeah,” Drew gives you a small smile, “Must just be allergies or something.”

He must see the uncertainty on your face but he smiles again, nodding his head at you like convincing you to believe him before he turns to the rest of the group and fits back into their conversation.

~~~

You’re just finishing up a scene when you realise that you haven’t seen Drew around, normally catching him behind the camera watching you act whenever he got the chance. After asking around a few times, you head up towards his trailer, knocking on the door until you get concerned at the long wait. Eventually, you let yourself in.

On the sofa that stretched across one wall, Drew is squashed between the armrests, a cushion underneath his head and his eyes shut, chest rising and falling with faint snores.

“Drew?” You frown, crouching down in front of him and running a hand over his face.

He jumps awake just a little, relaxing when he realises it’s you in front of him.

“You fell asleep?” You frown, scanning his features.

He groans and tries to push up to prop himself up, “Yeah, I must’ve done, I thought I just needed to rest my eyes.”

You press the back of your hand against his forehead to check his temperature and realise your frown deepens instantly, “Babe you’re burning up.”

“No, no, I’m okay,” He nods, “It’s just because I woke up early, that’s all.”

Before you can say anything, there’s a knock at his door followed with a call out to tell Drew that he was needed on set. You look between the door of the trailer and him.

“Are you sure you’re okay to go to set?” You say, the worry seeping into your words.

“Of course I am,” Drew smiles, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, “Don’t you worry about me, darling.”

With that, he disappears out of the trailer and you’re left not completely convinced as you try your best to believe him.

~~~

Now that you’ve got a break, you go down to set to watch Drew’s scene, where he was filming a Rafe and Barry shot. He always seemed to look so different when he was in character. But something seemed off today - like neither him or Rafe was completely there. He pinches a hand over his eyes as he messes up another line.

“I’m sorry can I-“ He pauses for a moment, inhaling quickly before sneezing once, twice again.

“Are you okay Drew? Do we need to take a minute?”

“I’m good, sorry, I think it’s just allergies,” He nods, his nose now red and his cheeks flushed too.

He drags a hand over his face and lets out a groan, his shoulders slumping a little like he’s struggling to hold himself up.

“I just need a few mi-“ He starts to walk off of set, and as he does, hits into the stand of the overhead microphone, the end of the metal pole hitting into his ribs harshly.

The contact makes him double over slightly, groaning even louder as he clutches a hand to his side.

“Oh my god are you okay?” You hurry over to him quickly.

Drew looks down to your eyeline and lets his shoulders relax even more, “No.”

You try to stop yourself from smiling at his pouty face.

“I keep sneezing and I’m boiling hot but I’m shivering and I have a headache and I’m tired and now I just hit myself on this stupid thing,” He hits a hand out at the microphone stand, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

With that, he drops his head forward onto your shoulder, burying himself into the contact. You wrap your arms around his back and he wraps his around you two, seeming to relax even more into your hold.

“Okay I think we need to get you home,” You encourage, “I’ll speak to the director, I haven’t got anymore scenes to film today anyway and they can reschedule yours.”

“No, I’ll be fine, I’ll get it done,” He shakes his head, sniffing as he pulls away from you.

His eyes are half shut and you can practically see the pain oozing from him, “Drew you look like you’re about to fall asleep right now, you can’t work today.”

“Go to your trailer and grab your stuff and the car keys, I’ll speak to the director and I’ll meet you by the car, okay?”

He nods reluctantly, rubbing his hands over his eyes before walking slowly away towards the trailers. You turn to find the crew and go over to speak to them, watching as they already start to pack away the bits of the set.

~~~

When you walk over to the car, Drew’s already sitting in the driver’s seat, resting his head back against the chair with his eyes just lightly closed. You go around to that side and open the door.

“Babe you’re not driving, move over,” You nudge his shoulder.

“No, no, I got it, it’s fine,” He nods his head, eyes just fluttering slightly open.

“Drew, move your ass over to the other chair or I swear to god I’ll sit on top of you.”

He pokes his eye open, a smirk over his lips, “I mean… if you’re offering.”

You roll your eyes and hit his shoulder, eventually watching as he moves himself over to the other side of the jeep, wrapping his arms around himself. You climb into the driver’s side and start up the engine, driving home with Drew curled up beside you, his eyes shut and his body seemingly shrinking into the seat.

~~~

It’s not a long drive back and the two of you get back to your flat soon, Drew blinking his eyes open as the car comes to a stop. You hold his hand as the two of you take the elevator up to your floor, Drew resting his chin on your head as you unlock the door.

“Alright, go get into bed, I’ll get you some water do you want anything to eat?” You ask him as he drags his legs towards the bedroom.

Drew shakes his head, “I’m okay, thank you.”

You pour him a big glass of water and rummage through the cupboard to find any medicine the two of you owned, carrying it through to the bedroom. Drew is stood by the bed, in the dark with the curtains closed, but he’s visible enough for you to see as he pulls his top off, a bruise splaying across his ribs, seemingly getting darker.

“Oh my god is that from set?” You frown, setting the things down on the nightstand to go over to him.

“Yeah it’s bad right?” Drew frowns, wincing as he touches it, “I didn’t think it felt that bad, but it’s bruised already.”

“Alright, we’ll see how it is in the morning, okay? Just get some rest now,” You pull back covers and let him climb into his side of the bed, “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

Drew frowns, opening his eyes, “You’re leaving?”

You look at him and smile, “Well, if we’re home for the rest of the day I was just going to get some chores around the flat done, that’s all.”

Drew shakes his head and then groans at the feeling, “Please stay.��

He’s tugged the sheets up to his chin on his side but folds down the side closer to you, his eyes fluttering shut as he snuggles into the mattress. It’s impossible to say no to him on the best of days, but today seemed extra impossible. You change into one of his jumpers and a pair of shorts, folding your clothes up on the chair of your vanity before climbing into bed next to him.

He buries himself into your arms, his head dipping into the crook of your neck as he waits for you to wrap your arms around him. You bring one hand up to his head and run your fingers through his hair, watching as he hums against the contact.

Your phone pings on the nightstand and the light flashes into the room, before it pings again and then once more.

“Who’s that?” Drew grumbles, “Should I be worried?”

You laugh and stretch back one arm to grab your phone, seeing three separate messages from the cast.

Rudy: What the fuck happened to Drew? Is he okay?

Madelyn: The crew told me about Drew, hope he’s okay <3 Let me know if y’all need anything

Chase: hey! hope drew’s doing okay, he looked rough earlier !! don’t let him die

“It’s just the guys asking about you, they’re all worried,” You explain, going to type a response quickly.

He waits until you stop typing and then takes the phone from you, setting it back down on the nightstand, “They can wait, I only want you.”

You laugh gently, “You’re so needy when you’re ill, you know that?”

He pokes his eye open and and pulls away just enough to look at you, “I’m allowed to be.”

You giggle and push his head back into your neck, hugging him tighter, “I’m not complaining.”

“You will be when I make you ill,” He points out, his words muffled against your skin.

Before you can say anything more, you hear his breaths start to even out and deepen as they mix with the lightest snores. Your arm starts to lose feeling under him and your shoulder aches from being bent at a weird angle to run your fingers through his hair. But you don’t move, letting him sink deeper into your touch as he sleeps, thankful he’s getting some much needed rest.

~~~

After Drew’s been sleeping for over an hour, you manage to wiggle away from him, replacing your touch with a pillow next to him for him to snuggle into. You go into the kitchen and potter around as quietly as you possibly can, stirring a pot full of tomato soup, cooking a grilled cheese, boiling water to make him a cup of tea.

When you get back into the room, he’s just waking up, grumbling as he stretches out an arm to realise you’re not there.

“(Y/N)?”

“Morning sunshine,” You beam, carrying over the tray of food, “I made you some lunch if you’re hungry.”

He hums and pushes himself up to sit in the bed, leaning back against the headboard, “You’re an angel.”

“I know,” You smile, setting the tray down on his lap and perching yourself on the edge of the bed, “It’s the classic - grilled cheese and tomato soup.”

Drew grins, rubbing his hands together, “My favourite.”

You glance down at his ribs where the bruise seemed to have fully developed now, wrapping around towards his pecs but luckily not seeming much worse than it had done before.

“Does that still hurt?” You gesture towards him.

Drew shakes his head, “No more than a normal bruise,” His voice is thick from the combination of sleep and how his words seemed to deepen with his blocked nose.

You nod, leaning forward to press the back of your hand against his forehead, “Okay you don’t feel like you’re burning up as much as you were. You worried me earlier.”

Drew smiles, setting down the grilled cheese and brushing the crumbs off from his hands, “C’mere.”

He stretches out an arm for you and you crawl under his touch, your body fitting perfectly between his arm and his torso.

“You don’t need to worry about me, angel,” He presses a kiss to the top of your head, your hair soft under his lips.

“You never get ill though,” You mumble, wrapping an arm around him.

He chuckles and it rumbles in his chest against your head, “I don’t, do I? Maybe I should get ill more often if it means I get to skip work, cuddle with my girlfriend and get food in bed.”

You laugh and tighten your hold against him, “Please don’t.”

Drew keeps one arm around you, eating the rest of his food with his other hand as he hands you one half of the grilled cheese. At some point, you reach over and turn on the TV at the foot of your bed, putting on a Disney film of his choosing. He sings along quietly after finishing his food, setting the tray down on the floor beside the bed so that he can wrap both of his arms around you, your head settling over his heart. His eyes feel more tired but he’s sure he doesn’t want to fall asleep and miss the moment - a little bit of light in a really shitty day.

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