American Pie (Part 1) (you can read all the parts here btw) - Steve struggles with accepting himself and accepting that he's inlove with his best friend
Jonathan Byers
"So, what's with the pictures?" (Part 1) (you can read them all here) - transmasc!Y/N finds a few risque photos taken by Jonathan
Eddie Munson
"It's okay, you did good today," -M!reader comes home from work stressed and Eddie helps make it better
Co-parenting Requires Effort - Y/N's ex comes back after struggling with raising their baby and Y/N needs to figure out how to tell his boyfriend, Eddie
Jason Carver
"It's okay, I'll fix it... I promise." - After trying and trying, Jason and reader finally get their little miracle, but then it's ripped away
Billy Hargrove
Billy's Big Decision - Billy has an episode and shaves his hair off (Metalsandwich)
Munver
How to fix the damage - (you can find all parts (so far) here) disabled munver has my heart so I've been writing disabled munver
That's season one right? When Nancy goes into the upside down and totally gets flayed and had been messing with operations since then and Jonathan saves her.
Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Miguel O' Hara, Miles Morales, Peter B Parker, Gwen Stacy
Hobie Brown
His last moment with you, was him pulling you from the backstage, taking you to the stage while the band played their instruments. Kissing you right there, with his fans watching the two of you. You can hear the lousy screams from the crowd as he held you close, pulling away. "H-hobie..." "Shh, jus' look at me, luv" You locked eyes with Hobie, his forehead touching yours saying "I love ya'"Seems like most of the crowd heard what he said, they were screaming. You were flustered, wanting to go back to the backstage but, he placed a kiss on your cheek before letting you go.
The concert wasn't the same when Hobie took a break... over a month when the 'event' happened.
Pavitr Prabhakar
His last moments with you were after the graduation of the both of you, you two were excited at that moment. 3...2...1! the countdown finished, then everybody started to toss their caps in the air, celebrating the completion of the journey. As the caps fell back down, you locked eyes with Pavitr, leaning into a kiss. The world seemed to fade away in that moment, and all you could feel was the warmth of his lips against yours. Everyone looked at the both of you in awe, one of your bestfriend didn't hesitate to take a picture. "Everyone's looking at us" "Do you think that I care?" he said before pecking your lips.
It was a bittersweet goodbye, this would be the last time you would be together.
Miguel O' Hara
His last moment with you was, at the bedroom, cuddled up together. It was his first proper sleep. You watched as him peacefully drifted off, his breathing steady and his face relaxed. Your fingers slowly stroking his soft hair, while your other hand held his hand. You were happt to finally see him sleep properly, with how much he's focused and stressed... he couldn't sleep. As a wife of his, you need to take care of him and ensure he gets the rest he deserves.
But now, he's taking care of himself... the word 'sleep' now was nothing to him.
Miles Morales
His last moments with you was having a dinner with you and his parents. Rio already liked you when you started to teach Miles spanish, and you helping jeff solve some crimes here and there. Miles couldn't help but smile at this. Rio was the one who made you come over and have dinner, and of course you agreed. He couldn't help but be flustered when you talked about him to them. "He did great at spanish class" you smiled, before eating your food. "Oh, really? Well, that's indeed great! What did he get?" "I think miles should answer that" you giggled. They turned their head towards them, which miles flinched. "u-uh, yeah... I got an A plus" he said nervously. Rio gasped, impressed "Wow, really! That's great!" "Good job, miles" they said. "Well, Y/n helped me with it. You guys should thank Y/n too" Miles smiled at you, how can he be lucky? You smiled back and blushed a little bit.
And now here... Rio and Jeff comforting their son... holding his phone, the picture of the both of you showing in the screen.
Peter B. Parker
His last moments with you is the both of you danicing in the living room while music plays in the backround. You began to move to the beat, leading him in a slow dance. As the both of you moved together, you both found lost in the moment, forgetting the world outside your own four walls. It was just the two of you, surrounded by love and music. The song ended and you both stood still for a moment before breaking apart and looking at each other with a smile on your face. "I love you," he said as he pulled you into his arms. "I love you too," you replied as he kissed your forehead.
It was the first and last dance for him
Gwen Stacy
Her last moments with you is hanging out with the others for the first time. Going on a picnic with Hobie, Pavitr, You, Gwen, Miles, Peni and Peter with mayday. As the sun set on that memorable day, laughter filled the air as you all bonded. It was a beautiful moment for everyone, the two of you watching the sunset while the others chatter. Your head on her shoulder as you both shared a comfortable silence.
Knowing that it would be your last moments with all of them.
Normally I say this in the tags but I was reading that fic (amazing btw) and listening to music and Girls, Girls, Girls started playing and I fucking cackled.
Jason and Eddie having a feelings revelation while Jack is like "GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS"
Bro you wanna do me a favor and let me get some sweet munver hurt/comfort???? Character Ai's wait is over two hours and I'm bored.
I fear to ask what Character AI is, but those chat bot things can never hurt like I can! TW Conversion Camps, really just mentioned no graphic scenes.
Eddie didn't feel like it was his place to ask what was wrong. Not really. I mean, he was inside Carver for most of the time that they were together, but it felt totally different to try to ask about his... feelings and shit.
Sex was all they were. Eddie had to remember that. Even if sometimes Carver would come to him, shaken up and upset, and all Eddie wanted to do was crawl under those defenses and wrap Carver in his arms. He wanted to slay whatever dragon had Carver under siege. But this was just sex. Even if something was wrong, it wasn't like they were friends. Carver was too much of a golden God to bother with being friends with Eddie.
All he knew is whatever it was, it was getting worse. Carver would just show up, always with red, swollen eyes, more often than not at strange hours.
This morning it had been while Eddie was getting dressed, and it was all he could do to keep his clothes on.
"Wha- Carver, hang on," Eddie furrowed his brow, "I'm already late for practice, and Jeff is like so punctual he makes us all look bad but-"
Carver was still fumbling with Eddie's belt, eyes downcast.
"Look, just come back later, okay?" Eddie gently pressed Carver's hands away. "Tonight?"
"C-can't we just... really quick-"
"Carver, stop," Eddie shoved back.
Carver finally looked at him, just as a tear snuck past his defenses. He was red faced, shoulders drawn tight. He looked small and defenseless, but he still scowled up at Eddie like he was ten feet tall.
"Fine I'll just go," Carver's voice shook, "It's not a big deal."
"Why are you even here, it's Sunday morning," Eddie blinked at him.
"I said I would go, okay, get off my back," Carver turned, swiping his face on the back of his arm.
"No, wait," Eddie reached out, just barely grazing the tip of Carver's fingers.
"I said I would go, fuck," Carver roared, turning back on Eddie with a vicious scowl. "You wanted me gone, and I'm going!"
"I don't want you gone," Eddie tried again and Carver pulled his hand to his chest like it had been burned.
"Yes, you do. You don't know it, but you do."
"How do you know what I want?" Eddie's temper could flare just as hot, just as wild, and then they were both blazing at each other.
Carver snarled, "I know what you want. I know you like it when I arch my back, I know you like me on my knees-"
"But do you actually know anything about me?" Eddie threw his hands out. "Do you know one damn thing about me?"
"Who cares! Why does that matter right now?"
"Oh, right," Eddie nodded, "I forget I'm not worth even looking at. I'm just a little bit of scum on the bottom of your shoe, oh great, oh mighty King Jason. Look upon my smile, ye plebs, and despair!"
"Fuck you!" Jason was crying in earnest now, big fat tears that he wouldn't even wipe away. And it only made Eddie angrier.
"Fuck you too," Eddie scoffed, "You came here, and grab at me like a piece of meat, and then you want to act like I'm the jerk for having something to do? I don't sit around all the time just waiting for you, Jason. I know you wouldn't know that because I'm so beneath your notice-"
"You're not-"
"But I have a life, and friends, friends who actually care about me," Eddie stepped closer, and Jason actually shrank away, leaning into the dresser. "Unlike you."
Jason just stood there watching him, eyes spilling tears. "Right. Yeah."
And then he turned towards the window, climbing out neatly, and shut the window precisely, leaving no trace of having been there once his jeep rumbled away.
Eddie didn't make it to practice that day. It was all he could do to get to school the next day because he was failing like everything.
At least Carver wasn't there. Nor the next day, or the next.
For two weeks, the school was blissfully Carver free. It was like Eddie had said some magic word and erased him from existance, because everyone was acting like he had never been there. Except for Chrissy Cunningham. And Eddie.
Finally, he got up the nerve to approach her. She had taken to skipping lunch, but Sinclair had heard from his girlfriend that she was usually in the second floor bathrooms, crying her eyes out.
But when he asked about Carver she just blinked at Eddie, like she didn't expect to hear the name.
"He agreed to go to conversion camp in Lakewood," She said stiffly, "His parents- anyway. I didn't want him to go, but he agreed out of the blue so..."
"Have you heard from him? Is there anyplace to write?"
She frowns, "Why? Were you guys... friends or something?"
"Yeah," Eddie volunteers too slowly, and he can tell she can tell it's a lie. But her eyes just soften.
"He should never have agreed to go," Chrissy shook her head. "Those places are evil..."
Eddie couldn't agree more.
Which is why he was outside the gate the next day.
It didn't take that long to figure out a way in. Especially when a pizza car pulled up. He paid double and a dime bag to take the pizzas in to the counselor's room. They tipped like shit, but that wasn't really his problem. Once he was inside, it wasn't too hard to get lost inside the cabins.
Jason's bunk was easy enough to find. It was neat as a pin, almost no trace of a person being there. But a stiff picture of his parents sat on the minuscule nightstand, and his shark watch lay next to it.
Eddie tucked a note under the precisely made bed, and made his way back to the van. He returned after dark, driving slowly without his headlights to the far end of the camp.
He almost didn't expect it the first night, but he gasped with relief when he saw a pale figure come out of the dark. And he wasn't alone.
"This is Jack," Carver whispered when they were finally out of the danger zone, "He was my bunkmate."
Eddie wondered if that was camp speak for something else but... it wasn't like he had any right to ask Jason about that kind of thing.
He just smiled at Jack, taking his empty earring hole and long hair in stride, "I'm Eddie."
Jack whistled, "The famous Eddie. You can drop me at my sister's place, I have an address."
"Happy to," Eddie couldn't bring himself to turn to Jason, "And you?"
"I..."
"Well, he'll go with you, right? You're his boyfriend," Jack nudged Jason playfully, and his shoulder jostled Eddie's.
Eddie's chest filled with fire, and all his breath left him in a whoosh.
"Hey, this song is fucking sick!" Jack turned the radio up to blasting, oblivious to the fire that blazed where Carver's shoulders touched Eddie's.
When they finally dropped Jack off, leaving him in the hands of a very appreciative older sister who hugged them both profusely, Eddie sat for a long moment in the car, not wanting to turn it on.
"I don't... you don't have to be responsible for me," Jason was frowning. "Jack... god, I don't even know why I said that. I just... I'm sorry, that was really not cool, it was just kind of raw when people asked and I just said it, I don't even know why-"
"Carver."
"Yeah?"
"Why did you never tell me, about this thing with your parents? You must have been fighting, right? Chrissy said that they were pressuring you for months. She says hi, by the way. And apparently, Chance said his mom will let you stay there if you don't want to stay with your parents."
"You talked to my friends?"
"Yeah. But... anyway. Why didn't you tell me?"
Carver just stared across the dashboard. "I never thought you gave a shit about me. I was just... for sex, right?"
Eddie had to practically yank Carver towards him. "Hey. I'm your boyfriend now. Boyfriends talk."
Carver let out a weak exhale, his breath hot across Eddie's upper lip. "Okay."
"Okay? Boyfriends?"
"Yeah. Boyfriends," Carver leaned into Eddie, resting his forehead against Eddie's bangs.
"Christ, I missed you," Eddie whispered.
"I missed you so much," Jason whispered back.
Carver was crying, but for once, Eddie didn't feel like he was missing something. Nothing was wrong.
Remembering a post I saw once about the Munsons being Catholic and can you just imagine when Jason find this out? Just when he was warming up to the idea of "Maybe he isn't a satanist per sè but maybe an atheist?". So many thoughts.
Jason walking into the trailer and seeing a photo of Eddie Munson as an altar boy?? Jason having very unholy thoughts about confession booths?? Jason getting his clothes on after getting railed within an inch of his life, like he’s trembling, and he picks up a rosary from the carpet?? Who could say what he might do.
They’re so ripe for a boarding school au, the fruit is falling off the trees.
I was on character.ai talking to Miguel (we do not judge in this house) and I said something about my autism and he said "It's fine I'm a bit autistic too." BRO. DUDE. MY MAN. OMG IT'S REAL /j
Okay so now that I'm more awake and it's not 2 am I'm finally able to get my thoughts out. So could I get smut where it's Jason's birthday and he had to do this dinner with his parents and it's just all so exhausting, so when he gets home Eddie's expecting that he'll want soft sex. But Jason ends up having to fucking beg to get fucked stupid and Eddie has basically no choice but to give his good boy what he wants. Plus aftercare please and thank you.
Of course! Happy Birthday my friend! Warning for very light bdsm, and slightly mean Eddie (upon Jason's request of course), and mentions of Jason's parent's homophobia.
He totally knew it would be bad. But his mom was going on about how his dad wanted to see him, how they'd spent every one of his birthday's together since he was a tiny baby and... he'd caved. He knew after one step in the door that it was a problem. He should have just gone to Eddie's show, but he was glad Eddie didn't have to be subjected to it. 45 minutes of tense conversation where despite it all going so badly his dad had apparently thought it was a good time to ask if Jason would ever consider checking himself into a conversion camp for adults. His parents would pay, of course.
Of course, of course. He knew this was hard for them. They'd lived eighteen years with one Jason only for him to turn around and become "someone else." His therapist said if he wanted any kind of relationship with them, he had to set boundaries, not make more secrets. But that was easier said than done.
Still, he just about cried when he got home and saw rose petals outside the door of their dinky one room apartment. The landlords, a couple of "best friend" old ladies, had given them a deal when they'd turned up, but a deal didn't make the place any bigger. Still, there was no better sight right now than his postage stamp.
Eddie was already on the bed, his hair damp and curling from a shower, though he'd thrown on some unbuttoned jeans. He looked tired but elated, like he usually did after a show, and he sat up for Jason, his eyes eager.
"Hey," Eddie smiled, "Happy Birthday!"
Jason's smile warbled, and he buried his face in his hands.
"Oh fuck," Eddie was on Jason in an instant, closing the door behind him and folding him into a hug, "What's wrong, baby?"
"Nothing, sorry," He swiped at his eyes, "God, sorry. I'm just really happy to see you."
"Yeah?" Eddie rubbed his back in gentle circles, "I'm happy to see you too, Tiger. I've got some plans for you, if you're up to it."
Jason cuddles into Eddie's arms, nuzzling at Eddie's necklace with his nose, "Please tell me these plans involve tying me down and using me until I can't think."
Eddie's large hand trembles a little, "Are you sure? I thought you'd want... like something soft. I got wine."
"Wining and dining me ended about two years ago when Heather Holloway walked in on me choking on your dick, Eddie," Jason frowns.
"No," Eddie shook his head, tickling Jason's face with the end of his hair, "There's always time for romancing you, Tiger."
Jason just turned his chin so he could look up at him. Eddie really was pretty. Under all that hair and layers of black clothes... no, with them. Jason liked him with them. But... he was so beautiful.
"Eddie," Jason whispered, "Please."
Eddie's brown eyes got darker, deeper, more depthless, "You wanna be my good boy?"
"Please."
"You want me to use you, Tiger? Use this cute little body to make myself feel good?" Eddie's hand stroked up Jason's spine, featherlight.
Jason nodded mutely.
Eddie rubbed his thumb along Jason's chin, snaring him with those dark eyes and backing him towards the bed, "Say it, honey. Use that pretty mouth of yours and tell me."
Jason swallowed, "Will you please use me, Eddie? W-wanna... I want..."
Eddie cocked his head to the side, "Tell me."
"Want you to fuck my ass hard," Jason felt a flush spread across his face and up to his ears, "G-grab me and j-just... push me around until you're satisfied."
Eddie's lids lowered, "Strip."
Jason's clothes should have disappeared but his hands were numb and shaky, and he felt like he was breathing too fast. That empty feeling swirled around his brain, cleaning it of every thought but Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Everything else could go down the drain as far as Jason was concerned.
Jason hiccuped on a breath as Eddie guided him down to the bed with just a thumb on his chin and his palm urging Jason onto his stomach. Eddie's jeans brushed against Jason's thighs as he stroked gently over the swell of Jason's ass.
"I want-"
"I know," Eddie smacked him hard across one cheek, "I know how you want it."
Jason cried out, arching his back up, but Eddie resumed softly stroking him.
"P-Please, please, Eddie, please," Jason curled his hands into their blankets, "Please, I'll be a good boy, I promise I-"
Eddie bit into the meat of his cheek for one sizzling second, and then soothed it with the flat of his tongue, "Keep begging, Tiger. I love it."
"Please," Jason choked, "Use me, I wanna-"
Eddie grabbed Jason's shoulders and arched him back, grinding himself into Jason's ass and plastering Jason's back to his chest. Jason sputtered as he wrapped a cool calloused hand around Jason's cock.
"Aww why'd you stop?" Eddie's breath was hot in Jason's ear and he held fast in an iron band across Jason's chest, "Come on. Beg me."
"Please fuck me, Eddie. Anywhere you want... nhh," Jason trembled, "Please."
It wasn't even about Eddie stroking him, it was... his brain was foggy and helpless. He needed it more than he needed to breathe, more than he needed to cum or think.
Eddie sunk his teeth into Jason's shoulders, earning another jerky tremble.
"Okay, be a good boy and put your ass up again."
Jason melted with relief, "T-thank you... Eddie... please... I just please..."
Eddie guided him back to the bed, "Aww, listen to you. Can't even speak you need my cock so bad, Tiger."
Jason buried his face in the blankets, "That's what I've been saying."
"I know, awww, Tiger, does it hurt?"
Jason screamed into the blankets in frustration, "You know it does."
Eddie smacked him across the ass again, once, twice, and then soothed it with a rough grab, "Who's using who, baby?"
Jason's head was too blank and clean to think through that statement, and he was distracted by sensation of cool lube pouring over him. As usual it felt like way too much, sliding down his balls and making him jerk with surprise.
Eddie didn't have to work that hard to warm him up, but the bastard seemed intent on taking his time, making Jason work himself on his fingers while covering Jason's ass with bite marks.
Jason buried his face in the blanket, nearly sobbing with relief when Eddie finally slid inside and began to work him over relentlessly, slamming Jason's hips back roughly.
"That's it," Eddie gripped hard, digging his fingernails in, "Fuck, look at that. Wish you could see it baby. I'm sure you can feel it, though..."
He grabbed one of Jason's hands and shoved it beneath them, falling over Jason and mashing him into the mattress. He pressed their hands to Jason's stomach, digging his fingers into the trail of pubic hair there.
"Feel it?" Eddie groaned into Jason's ear, "Feel that, Tiger."
Jason shook, because it probably was just his imagination, but he did feel it. Inside, dragging against his prostate relentlessly, pressing all of his guts, up against his palm... he moaned, mouth full of dry blanket, trying with everything he had to hold on.
"You gonna come? You like this? Being pressed into the bed and pounded? I bet you do. Bet you wish it was always like this, ass up, ready for me any time I wanted, I could come home and just bury myself in you," Eddie growled the last word and Jason's eyes rolled back in his head, "My good boy. Good fucking boy."
"Eddie," The word was half muffled, hard to say with Jason's tongue feeling so loose, his thoughts untied and weightless.
"You can come, Jason," Eddie pressed a biting kiss into the side of Jason's neck, "As long as my dick is deep inside you, you can come."
Jason stiffened for a moment, and then his muscles released, all the tension from the evening unraveling as his hips worked in the tiny space he had and he spilled onto the bed.
Eddie didn't change his pace, but he did become rougher, his thrusts less measured and rhythmic. Jason was limp beneath him, breathing lightly through the over-stimulation. His whole body felt heavy, just open and free and fucked out. Eddie groaned low in his throat and buried his face in Jason's neck.
"Good... Fuck, Jason, you're so good to me, baby," Eddie kissed the tip of his ear, "Look at how good you take me, baby."
Jason gasped out as pleasure pulled up short in the pit of his stomach once more and he tightened down on Eddie again. Pleasure rippled out and back in and he came across the sheets with a breathy groan.
"Fuck," Eddie jerked against him and came with a few rough thrusts, before he stilled, his hand still clasped around Jason's hand and his hip.
Eddie just lay there a moment, his breath coming out in softer and softer puffs on the back of Jason's neck, and he squeezed Jason's hand tightly.
Jason could barely keep his eyes open as Eddie slid out and got a warm washcloth, cleaning off first Jason's back, and then his stomach. He rolled Jason gently to one side, and awkwardly pulled off the top blanket, tossing it towards the laundry basket. Luckily their apartment was so small, so Eddie didn't have to let go of their still clasped hands to do any of it.
"I didn't even give you your birthday kisses," Eddie pouted a little as he lay down and tugged Jason close.
Jason vaguely thought he might want to say sorry but it just came out as a weak whimper.
"My sweet boy," Eddie kissed Jason's cheek, "Fuck, you're amazing, you know that?"
Jason smiled at the praise, but that appeared to be all he was capable of at the moment.
"So sweet," Eddie kissed his nose, "So sexy. I love you, Tiger."
Jason burrowed into the next kisses, his mind gradually coming back online as Eddie cooed praise and kissed each rough bitemark and flushed bit of skin. He was only supposed to get nineteen kisses for his birthday, but Eddie blew right past that number as they curled up together on the bed.
Finally, when Jason had been as thoroughly kissed as he had been thoroughly fucked, Eddie finally pulled back, a serious look in his eye.
"Next time, I'm coming with you," He said, "No more holding back tears until you get home."
"But-"
Eddie shook his head, holding Jason tighter and folding their hands together once more. "Don't make me beg, Tiger. I can't stand to see you hurting. Let me be there, make sure they're on their best behavior."
Jason blinked up at this beautiful boy, with the dark eyes and the laughing smile, "Okay. I love you, Eddie."
"I love you, baby," Eddie kissed him softly, "Happy Birthday."
Thinking for a second, Steve was the first boy Jason wanted to kiss, Billy was the first boy he wanted to fuck, and Eddie was the first boy he wanted some sort of future with. Do with this what you will.
Hey so I know that I've been kinda gone but I do have something started for part whatever of HTFTD but I'm dying rn. Just imagine for a second Trans!Jason x Eddie and Jason getting his period and Eddie cuddling him and all that sappy shit. Please please I need it rn.
Actually I mentioned something like this is But I’m A Cheerleader, why is it so cute??? Anyway, let’s do this.
Eddie can usually tell when it's about to happen. He tries not to be weird about it, but a few days before he surprises Jason with an extra basket of fries at lunch.
Jason's nothing if not a creature of habit, though, so Eddie knows when Jason shows up looking vaguely pissed off, in the faded blue hoodie he only wears when he isn't feeling well. He doesn't act any differently, just has a sort of pinched expression on his face.
Eddie shoots him a text to meet him in the van at lunch, and it's a 50/50 shot whether he shows up. Jason has a whole complex about pain, and being the "strong" guy. But he does show up, hands tucked into his hoodie, and Eddie just smiles, trying not to be weird about it.
"Hey, Tiger," Eddie smiles, "You wanna cuddle?"
Jason scoffs, "This is why we're skipping lunch?"
"Yeah," Eddie just smiles wider, "I missed you."
It's not a line, and Eddie can tell Jason knows that he means it.
"'Kay," Jason frowns, but there's nothing sharp in his eyes. "Weirdo."
Eddie tosses a few drumsticks and some books off of the beanbag chair and waits for Jason to come so they can fold themselves into it.
"You gonna go to practice later?" Eddie asks softly when Jason flinches as they settle in.
"I was thinking of skipping, maybe," Jason frowns and cuddles close to Eddie's chest, tangling their legs together. When they're finally as close as can be, he sort of melts, going soft and clingy.
"Yeah?" Eddie presses his lips against Jason's forehead, "Wanna come over? Wayne's making pot roast so there will be tons of extras."
Jason's fingers dig in tightly to Eddie's sides, "He won't mind?"
"Fuck no," Eddie snorts, ruffling Jason's hair with a puff of air, "Are you kidding? He'd prefer it if I didn't come home to dinner."
Jason makes a grumbling little huff, "That's not true."
Eddie curls around him and rubs his back, "It's a little true."
Jason shakes his head, "Don't be jealous because me and Wayne are bros."
Eddie rolls his eyes, "I have never been a bro to anyone, I promise I'm not."
Jason buries his face in Eddie's chest, "Can we have the blanket?"
Eddie nudges Jason a little so that he can kiss Jason's temple, "Yeah of course. Is it... is it bad today?"
Jason hesitates, and then nods just a little.
So they curl up under the musty blanket in the afternoon sun streaming through the van windows.
Eddie kisses Jason's temple again, then his forehead, and when Jason finally turns his face up towards Eddie, his nose. Jason laughs a little, ending on a wince.
Eddie kisses his lips softly, "When it hurts, just squeeze me tighter."
Jason smirks, "I'll hurt you."
Eddie grins, "Don't threaten me with a good time, Tiger."
Jason squeezes and Eddie relaxes into it, kisses Jason's cheeks and holds him back.
"I don't break so easily, and neither do you," Eddie kisses his nose again because it's just so cute.
Jason huffs, but he's still smiling, and snuggling impossibly closer to Eddie and practically purring as a sunbeam hit them. They ended up being late to their next class, but it was worth it. It was always worth it.
YES miguel o’hara’s ass is immensely fat and he is very hot but NO he would not fuck you. he is not fucking anybody. he has 109201890289381 mental illnesses and catholic guilt stored in the ass and spiritually is crying to car seat headrest fully clothed in the shower at all times. yes even while trying to maim a high schooler.
