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I write for - George Clarkey, ArthurTv, Spencer Reid and Eddie Munson

I write fem!reader stories

I don't include abuse in any of my stories

I don't write smut

I also don't write y/n. I give my characters names and describe them however I feel in the time of writing. When I wrote shitty stories on Wattpad, I used photo's of celebrities as references. But the names always end up being names that quirky women in y/a novels have, Because I can't deny I love em!

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Touch me deep, pure and true

ArthurTv x Clarke!Reader

Synopsis: Who knew there was somebody in the world who had more quirky interests than Arthur Frederick! And who knew this person was related to George Clarke.

Word Count: 3,671

Warnings: No warning, just quirky people being quirky, overprotective George and Chris being a silly goose.

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Eleanor could feel eyes being burned into her skin.

George's birthday party was in full swing. The sound of Summer of '69 blasting through the many speakers littering the room was all she could hear.

Her vodka lemonade sat, slowly losing its fizz as she let Chip continue his story about when his mother visited a couple of days ago. Normally, she would be pleased to hear all about Chip's lovely weekend; however, all Eleanor could think about was the man who sat, staring her down with the same want in his eyes.

"You alright, Ellie?" Chip questioned, feeling the girl had begun to drift off. She blinked out of her thoughts and looked directly at Chip. "Yeah! Why wouldn't I be?" She smiled, hoping he would forget her unusually distracted state. Chip looked at her suspiciously for a few moments, deciding to drop it.

The boy smacked his thighs with his hands. "Right! I'm going to get another drink. Want me to grab you one?" She gestured to her barely touched drink as Chipped smiled, giving her a casual wave before leaving her.

She sighed deeply, getting to her feet before making her way towards the bathroom. Every toilet in sight seemed to have a mile-long queue. She chewed her lower lip in contemplation. Could she last this wait? Was it worth it to just hold on? All these questions swam around her brain before being cut off by a voice.

"Hey Ellie, there's a bathroom in my room if you'd prefer to use that one?" Arthur spoke, giving her a soft smile that held so much more. Eleanor scanned her surroundings, peeking to see if anyone was watching. "Yeah, okay," she giggled.

The two walked in silence towards his bedroom, a room Arthur had requested be off limits this evening. He wanted no chance of vomit covering his bed this time.

Eleanor walked in first, admiring the view he was so lucky to have. She turned as Arthur shut the door. When he turned back to her, he had this cheeky look plastered all over his face. She mirrored it before speed walking towards him. Without wasting any more time, the two rushed each other, locking lips with the ferocity only seen between two people who haven't been able to in a long time.

Arthur's hands ran down from her waist to her lower back, all the way down to smooth over her behind. She giggled into his mouth. "Oi cheeky! I only came in here to use the bathroom." Arthur laughed, beginning to leave kisses down her neck, sinking his teeth into her exposed skin. The girl squealed, biting her lip. "Oh yeah, cause you're clearly desperate to use the toilet." She could hear the smug inflection in his voice.

Their quiet moment was beginning to heat up. Arthur's wandering hands started reaching for the tassel that was holding her dress together, while Eleanor's fingers began tugging at the buttons on his shirt. A loud banging on the door pulled the two apart.

"Arthur! Are you in there? I can't find my sister anywhere!"

The two of them locked eyes, wide with surprise and panic.

George.

Eleanor was nervous. Moving to London was the biggest thing she had ever done. Eleanor's parents had already put a lot of faith into one of their children when George moved to pursue his online career. When Eleanor called her mother one day, walking home from work, "Mum, I've been thinking and saving a lot, and I think I want to move to London and open my own bookshop."

While this conversation definitely did not result in immediate support, here Eleanor stands, staring into the bare living room she now owns. She could already see how she was going to decorate the place. "Let's see how long it takes before this place looks like a jungle." She heard coming up behind her.

George stood with a proud smile on his face, a wrapped gift in his hand. She snorts, moving around her suitcase to give her brother a hug. "Not long considering I already know what's in that box." He smiled, handing over the gift. Inside sat a brand new cactus with a smiley face printed on the pot, perfect for the study room she planned to have.

"Thanks for coming to help, I know it's early." The clock struck 8:30am as she dragged a box full of fossils into the corner. George dramatically nodded his head, reaching down for a box labelled 'Books (Sea life)'. "You have enough books about the sea to fill a whole box?" She rummaged through her bag for her phone, barely looking up at him as she smiled. "Of course," She sighed, as if the question was the dumbest thing anyone could ever ask someone.

"Oh, by the way, I invited some people to help us out," Eleanor shot her gaze from her Pinterest, locking with her brother. "You did what?" George scrunched his face, knowing she was going to react this way. "I know you don't like meeting new people, but we can't do this all ourselves, especially with all the random bits and bobs you've got. Plus, if you want to own a bookshop, you've got to get used to meeting someone new."

She looked at the mountain of boxes, considering all of her options. She looked back at George's guilty face before sighing one more time. "Okay fine, but no more surprises like this, please. Who is it anyway?" George placed the box on the table.

"Chris, who you've met, and Arthur, who you haven't."

After 45 minutes of emptying boxes, which consisted of George complaining about another box full of rocks while Eleanor spent ages organising her bookshelf in her bedroom. Suddenly, she could hear multiple voices coming from her door, and a pang of nerves shot through her.

New people always worried her, despite her dream being opening a business that relied on customer service. Something about the idea of somebody immediately judging her based on her appearance. What was freaking her out the most however, was that these boys were going to be handling her personal items, Her books, her fossils, her antique Russian dolls she paid way too much for.

She could already hear what they would say. Something cruel about the collection of spoons she began while traveling. Or something nasty about the box of antique doll heads she'd bought in a thrift shop on her holiday in Texas.

If George found them odd, his friends definitely would.

She took a deep breath, brushing off non-existent dirt from her dress, and made her way into the living room.

She found Chris holding a box, smiling at her when she turned the corner. "Hiya, little George". She rolled her eyes at the nickname he'd given her the first time they had met, reaching out for the box he was clearly struggling with. "Did you see the fragile sign on it?" Placing the box gently on her sofa.

Chris joined her, opening the box with furrowed brows. "Why do you have ceramic snails?" She giggled, holding one up to him. "Why wouldn't you want ceramic snails?".

She turns as someone comes through the door holding two smaller boxes.

Shit...he was cute.

He seemed distracted, reading the label on the box. "Aw, no way! There are books about Victorian family photos in here!" The man she had deduced was Arthur, grinned. He looked up, locking eyes with Eleanor, his face contorting into shock. "Oh, sorry. Didn't realise anyone else was in here". His cheeks flushed as Eleanor made her way over towards him with matching rosy cheeks.

"That's okay, I'm glad you didn't find it weird." She giggled, taking the box off the top, a sign revealing what was inside. "Cow pictures?" He questioned, but not mockingly like she expected. "Yeah, pictures of cows with silly hats on that I found in a market in West Wales." She laughed, looking down fondly at the box.

It's confirmed, Arthur's in love.

Arthur watched as Eleanor sped-walked towards the window that had the lobster behind it.

Eleanor had decided to close the bookshop for today. The bookshop had been booming since she opened 5 months ago. It was small, tucked away, but struck gold with the area. It seemed it was in desperate need of new books.

She had been a workhorse, which led to Arthur suggesting a day off. And what's better to do on a day off than go to the Natural History Museum.

"Did you know you can get Lobsters that are both genders?" She turned back to look at the boy. He raised his eyebrows. "No way, so they can reproduce by themselves?" She nodded, looking back at the creature. "They're my favourite animal."

Arthur smiled, unable to tear his eyes away from the girl in front of him.

Ever since she gave him a personal tour of her weird and wacky collections, he'd been nothing but intrigued by the younger Clarke. When George mentioned his sister was moving to London, he was baffled that this was the first time he'd even heard that George had a sibling.

But now, listening to her list facts about lobsters with the biggest smile on her face, he's almost angry at George for not introducing them earlier.

"And also, lobsters are technically made to live eternally. If it weren't for barnacles and shell rot, they would live forever. How sad is that! God, I hate barnacles!" She huffed, glaring at the barnacle that was displayed next to the lobster.

"I'm sure all of the barnacles feel very guilty about what they have done to your sanity." He laughs, walking forward until his head is leaning on the glass, matching her. "What comes out of the barnacle when it opens up?" he ponders, turning his head to look at her. She giggles, closing her eyes as she shakes her head.

She leans closer to him, eyes locking as they practically touch noses. "It's the penis" She whispers, flushing as Arthur's eyes widened. His mouth went to open, closing, then opening again. "Really?" She nodded, enjoying the reaction she always gets when she tells people that.

After the shock of this brand-new information, the laughter settled. This left the two just staring. Two soft smiles, a quiet museum on a Sunday morning, and the low lights of the sea life wing.

"Why did George keep you from me for so long?" He pouted, a grin peeking through.

Eleanor tried to cover up that her entire body caught alight by his comment, which didn't work as his grin slowly formed into a smirk. "I think he was scared that my jar of miniature ducks would impress his friends so much they would all leave him."

Arthur smiled, reaching out to grasp her hand. She looked down at their joined hands,

"Do you uh..." She began, her voice trembling a little. Arthur could see her internal struggle. He reached forward, placing his hand gently on her cheek.

"Do you think I'm odd?"

She uttered, suddenly being unable to look him in the eyes. Usually, it takes something major to tear her gaze away from them.

Arthur couldn't believe his opinion on her was even being put into question. It was as if he were being asked if he enjoyed breathing.

"I find your oddness very, very sexy."

Now there's something she'd never been called before. Her eyes widened as Arthur refused to tear his gaze away.

"Sexy?" She whispered, concerned her voice would crack if she raised it any higher. Arthur smiled, enjoying how flustered he had made her. He nodded in earnest, his thumb brushing her cheek as it turned a deep shade of red.

"You think my wall of 1920s fans is sexy?"

Arthur scoffed, "Absolutely." He lowered his hand to hold hers, pulling her closer to him, as if that was even possible. Her heart was racing, crashing against her ribcage as Arthur, who looked cool as a cucumber, watched on, having no idea what his little comment had done to her brain.

A brain that was so full of everything was malfunctioning due to being called sexy.

His hand returned to her face, drawing it closer until their lips connected.

Nothing could top a quiet Sunday afternoon quite like kissing Arthur Frederick in front of the lobster section of the natural history museum.

While Eleanor wasn't completely new to being in relationships, she'd been in a few during her university years. But this was the first time she'd felt this strongly towards a person.

The thought of kissing him excited her.

She felt like a young girl again, getting excited to see her crush on the playground. Every time they were alone in a room, they turned into magnets, much like the jar of flag magnets that was above her bed.

George assumed his invitation for a movie night was a simple one. Because what's better than an innocent movie night with his sister and his best friend?

With Bridesmaids being the only source of light in the pitch black living room, a pair of wandering hands crept quietly underneath the fluffy blanket.

Arthurs wandering hands.

Eleanor suddenly felt Arthur's large hands grasp her lower waist, pulling her slowly closer to his open chest. George was none the wiser, facing away from the two.

"And what do you think you're doing?" Eleanor whispered, a stern glare that doubled as the most adorable face Arthur had ever seen. His smirk could almost be described as smug if it wasn't for his blatant flush that she could see even through the darkness.

"I haven't touched you all day," He whined, resting his head on the back of the sofa. His hands remained reaching out in an effort to bring her closer and closer. "George is right there," she all but mouthed. Arthur rolled his eyes, looking at the boy who was sitting with his back facing the two on the floor. He gave the boy two middle fingers while Eleanor snickered.

George's attention was focused entirely on the movie in front of him, blissfully unaware of the two behind him sneaking kisses and soft smiles.

"What do you guys want to order?" George's sudden announcement pulls the two apart, placing them in their original spots. George turns around, watching as his best friend and sisters' faces flush red.

Weird.

"Food guys? What do you want?" Eleanor gets to her feet, walking towards the kitchen in search of her takeaway pamphlets that she insists George keeps in one of the draws. It also gives her a chance to separate herself from Arthur, before she gives in to herself and kisses him for the whole world to see. And by world, just George. Her brother.

"Why do you have pamphlets? Can't we just use an app?" George scoffs, taking her place on the sofa next to Arthur. Eleanor turns, passing them over to the boys. "Oh, come on, are you telling me you don't want to live like Sandra Bullock in a 2000s romcom?" She laughs, reading over the pamphlet she kept for herself, liking the sound of Thai food.

"What about Thai? I've heard really great things about the food from this place!"

George groans, throwing himself back into the sofa. "Whenever we get takeout, we always get Thai food. Let's get Pizza." Eleanor rolls her eyes. "You know I don't like pizza, you try and do this every time!" The two glared at each other.

Arthur watched in amusement. The scene reminded him of his own childhood, growing up with plenty of siblings around to annoy him. Too busy reminiscing, he hadn't realised the two had turned to him. "Arthur!" The boy looked up, seeing two sets of eyes on him. "What?" George shoved the domino pamphlet into his arms. "Which takeaway should we get? Pizza or Thai?"

He scanned both siblings. George had wide eyes, fully expecting Arthur to jump at the chance of pizza, knowing it was his friend's favourite. But when Arthur's eyes panned over to Eleanor, he knew where his opinion was swaying.

He scrunched his face at George, placing his hands up in surrender. "Sorry George" Eleanor smiled from the kitchen. George scoffed once again. "Are you kidding me?" He crossed his arms, going into one of his strops.

While Eleanor happily called up the Thai restaurant, placing their orders, George glared at his friend as if he had committed the ultimate betrayal.

If only George really knew what Arthur's true betrayal was.

"Shit! What are we going to do?" Arthur whispered, praying the music covered their talking. Eleanor scanned the room, clocking his bathroom which was the whole reason she was even in the room. Without another word, she sprinted towards the open room.

Arthur took a deep breath, rebuttoning his shirt. Making his way towards the door, he unlocked it, revealing George with his crooked birthday hat, looking at his friend with a confused furrowed gaze.

"Sorry mate, needed a little quiet. What did you say?" George poked his head in the room, sensing something off about his friends demeaner. He walked in. "I'm looking for Ellie. I haven't seen her in like 20 minutes."

Arthur scratched the back of his neck, watching as George searched for any sign of his sister. "Uh, I think I saw her talking to Chip" He tried to divert his attention, drawing him away from the bathroom, which he was getting worryingly close to.

"He saw her walking this way" He turned around, facing his friend. "Are you sure you haven't seen her?" Arthur could hear the accusatory tone in his voice.

Arthur wasn't the greatest liar. The hundreds of games of among us has proved this. He could tell Arthur was lying, just not what about and why.

A loud crash came from the bathroom, followed by a shriek. With no further warning, the door busted open, a jumpy Eleanor retreating from the room. "There's a huge spider in your bathtub!" As she turned to face Arthur, she was met with someone else.

She recognised the eyes as the same pair as hers.

Oh shit.

"Hello brother, what brings you to Mr Televisions bedroom this evening" She smiled, tight lipped. His confusion became something different when he spotted something coming to the surface of Eleanor's skin.

"What the hell is that?" He spoke, his words coming through gritted teeth. She followed his pointed finger, revealing a blooming purple hickey.

Her eye's widened, snapping up to look at the man behind him. George turned his head, following her eyeline. Arthur stood, his feet planting him to the ground as two different sets of eyes that looked the same stared at him. One full of worry, one full of rage.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He stood back, the two falling next to each other, most likely reaching out for comfort. "For how long has this been a thing, have you two been lying to me?" Eleanor tried to speak, opening her mouth. However, no words came out. George looked to Arthur, who couldn't even look him in the eyes.

"So what is this then? Are you together or are you just sleeping with her?" This caused Arthur's head to look up, connecting his eyes with George. "I'd never take advantage of her like that. I'm in love with her"

Eleanor looked at Arthur, a soft smile coming to her face. George groaned in annoyance, placing his hand in front of her face. "Don't look at him, turn away while I figure out what the hell is going on"

She sighed, grabbing Georges hand with both of hers. "I'm sorry you found out this way Georgie, but we're in love. We just didn't know how to tell you" He looked down at his sister, taking in her genuine concern for his feelings, while also sensing her defiance, which was something you didn't get from her often.

He looked at Arthur one more time before sighing, fixing his hat before crossing his arms over his chest. "Okay, this is how this is going to go, sit down. Both of you"

"Are you seri-"

"Sit Frederick!"

The pair took their seats on the bed, watching as George paced in front of them.

"When the two of you are in my house, there is absolutely no funny business allowed. In fact, when you're there, you sit on separate sofas"

"George we're both adults!"

"If I find out you have hurt her in any way, or if you ever plan to hurt her, I will do unspeakable things to your toy leopard" Arthur gasped.

"But that's all the way in Jersey!" George got close to his face. "You best believe I will fly over there with no trouble"

Eleanor smiled. She knew George would never do anything to harm his closest friend. Threatening to hurt a toy before ever laying a hand on Arthur, showing that George could tell Arthur would never do anything to hurt her.

"And finally, we are getting pizza for the next three months, no arguments" Eleanor groaned.

"Okay, I give you permission to date my sister" George turned around, heading towards the bedroom door.

"I mean I probably would have dated her anyway" Arthur muttered, receiving a smack to the side of the arm off of Eleanor.

Without turning around, George spoke "Don't push me Tv"

Before George could open the door, it flung open revealing a tipsy Chris.

"What is this? A family reunion? The Clarke siblings as well as Mr and Mrs Television?" George gawked at the man. "You knew?!" Chris scoffed, leaning against the wall for support.

"Of course I knew, it's pretty obvious George. The two can't keep their eyes off each other"

The pair looked at each other with sunny smiles, their cheeks the same colour as Chris'.

"Plus I saw them making out during the last pub golf behind a van"

"Fuck off Chris!"

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I can make you angry, you can make me smile

George Clarke x Fem!reader

summery: Melanie can't deny that the annoying boy who has seemed to follow her since she was 14 is beginning to grow on her.

Word count: 2,781

Warnings: Literally nothing! Just pure fluff and whipped George.

A/n: I hope you enjoy! Twas so fun to write and allow my fantasies to become something physical. In the past few days, my obsession with George and ArthurTV has become all-consuming lmao. I plan on writing something for Arthur next, just not sure what yet. Something soon tho! Enjoy the story! xx

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Melanie could already feel her eyes rolling. It seems they naturally gravitated that way when George entered the room. Despite working as Chris's head videographer for about 3 years, the girl still groaned out of annoyance whenever his signature smug smirk was thrown her way.

"Okay, boys! What we'll have you do is stand in a line while we pan down you, getting you all in shot. Pose however you like, I guess." She giggled at the end, securing her steady cam tighter around her waist. As she tied her hair up in a ponytail, she heard, "Pose however you like, I guess." In a tone that could only be described as Mockery.

A deep sigh escaped her as she shook her head. It's always the same thing. Every single time. Deciding not to waste any time on her personal nightmare with a mullet, she counted down from 3 and began filming.

Melanie was a hard worker, renowned for taking her job seriously, despite most of the videos she films ending up being a bunch of men nearing their 30s kicking a ball around a field. To her, each video she films is the equivalent of an Academy Award-winning movie. That was something Chris picked up on when he first hired her.

Something film school hadn't prepared her for, however, was the freezing temperatures of the random fields, the early flights to every country imaginable, and George.

George fucking Clarke.

Goldridge Comprehensive rugby team, the toughest group of 14-year-olds to ever walk the Bristol streets. While Melanie didn't see the big deal, after being asked to take photos of their next match, young Melanie, new camera in hand, trudged to the rowdy school bus. She could smell the BO from the door.

"Miss, I don't think there's anywhere for me to sit." Miss Sally scanned the group of boys, all sitting in their seats. All except one.

"Ah, there's one, next to George." Melanie looked at her new seatmate, recognising him as a boy in the other class. The walk over to her seat felt like hours. She didn't know much about George, just that he was willing to play dirty if he needed to in a game of rugby.

"Hi, I'm George!" He grinned, moving his kit bag to create space for her. "I know," She stated, sitting down, leaving as much space as possible.

The ride was about 45 minutes. Which meant 45 minutes of nonsensical chatter from the boy next to her. She'd never known a boy to talk so much, and about so much nothingness. She wasn't even pretending to listen to him. Despite being a girl who kept largely to herself, she had a reputation for being cold. Rarely seen with a smile on her face, and rarely seen without a camera in her hand.

Even at 14, he couldn't help but be fascinated by the girl who wouldn't even give him the time of day. He knew people liked him; everyone did. Well, not everyone. And that was bothering him.

While she wouldn't admit it out loud, the rush you get from a crowd cheering does cause a thrill. Melanie stalked up and down the pitch with her camera, snapping pictures as the game went on.

So far, she'd covered almost every player with many photos. She was in heaven. These were her favourite kinds of places to take pictures and videos. She loved capturing people in their element. Even though the bus ride up was a nightmare, stinking of sweat and louder than a circus, it was worth it for the shots she was getting.

The beeping of her camera, screaming at her to change the battery, drew her attention away from the match.

"YO! WATCH OUT!" comes piercing from the field. But before Melanie could react, her camera was flung from her hands, and she was pulled to the ground, a body landing directly on top of her.

A crunching sound rang through her ears. Some may have worried it was her legs or arms. With the way she landed, it could have been her neck. But no, she knew what that sound was.

Her camera.

The extension of her arm.

With all the strength the girl could muster, she shoved the body off of her and stood up straight, searching for her baby. She soon found it, smashed to bits.

She felt her heart shatter, almost into as many pieces as the camera itself. She turned to whoever had destroyed her baby.

Of course.

"I'm so sorry! The ball was about to hit you, and I thought I could grab it in time!" George desperately tried to explain. All she could do was glare as he reached down for what used to be a camera. It was quickly snatched out of his grasp.

"You owe me £1200"

Since the match, Melanie refused to interact with the boy as much as she could. When he came into her registration with her brand-new camera, she took it from him with a quick nod of appreciation and a quick 'Thanks', and swiftly went back to ignoring him.

This didn't stop him from trying, though. Any chance to be around the girl. Whether that be partnered in a project together, next to her on the bus, or by her locker between classes. Any chance to get her to speak to him. This was going well for him until her breaking point.

"Oh my goodness, Clarke. I don't care anymore! I know you feel bad, but whatever it is you're trying to do, won't work because I am not interested in becoming friends with an arrogant playboy like you!"

She stormed off, leaving George with furrowed brows and a small smirk.

"Playboy?"

The shoot had gone well! With Chris' planning and Melanie's execution, everything went to plan with barely any time wasted. It's known that Chris and Melanie were a great team, loads of videos with millions of views to prove it.

Melanie could talk for hours about how great it was to have a boss like Chris. His consistency, his communication, and his callability. His one fatal flaw, however? His choice of friends.

The day Melanie showed up at a house party at Chris' and found George Clarke spread out on the sofa was the day Chris began his long-running journey to fix the relationship, if you could call it that, between his best friend and his closest crew member.

"Okay, that's everything! Thanks for everything, boys!" Melanie clapped alongside everyone as the shoot wrapped. She began packing away her drone when she felt someone coming up behind her. "Were you impressed with me Mell's? You got to admit that last goal will sick as fuck!".

As if on cue, her eyes rolled.

"It was great, Clarke, could barely keep it in my knickers." She deadpanned, continuing her clean-up of the production. She heard George behind her laugh, crossing his arms over his chest. "Come on, Melanie, we've known each other long enough. Just call me George!" The boy placed his hand on the makeshift table that was being used to hold the boxes of mics and go 'pros. "Chris, can you make sure Clarke isn't anywhere near the cameras? he can get a bit clumsy," She spoke before walking away.

Chris looked at his friend with a tight-lipped smile, patting him on the shoulder as George watched the women with a look that Chris had named 'George wants to fuck Chris' camera women, eyes'.

Like always, the video was a success. What other way to celebrate another banger of a video? Throw a ridiculous party!

Just walking along the corridor, she could feel the base of the music vibrating through her chest. There was no mistaking which flat she was heading to.

She opened the front door to be greeted by Arthur Hill with a slanted smile on his face. "Hey Melanie! Great work as usual!" He slurred, wrapping her in a tight embrace before walking back into the living room space. She smiled, shaking her head at her friend's antics.

After 15 minutes of mingling and talking to everyone at the party, Melanie decided it was time for a drink. Luckily for her, the kitchen seemed to be overflowing with bottles, both already stocked and brought thoughtfully by some of the partygoers.

As Melanie went to reach for the rum, "Drinking my rum, Mell's?" She took a deep breath, turning to lock eyes with the blue-eyed bandit. "Your rum?" She crossed her arms over her chest, challenging his stare with her own. He nodded, grabbing the rum and an empty cup from the shelf.

She watched as he poured her a rum and Coke in the exact way he knows she likes it. She's going to pretend that doesn't do something to her chest as she witnesses his strong arms reaching up to place the bottle in a hidden place on the top shelf.

"When you want some, you know where it is," He grinned, handing her the drink. She looked up to where he placed the bottle, before looking back at George with an accusatory stare. "How am I supposed to reach that?" He let out a breathy laugh, leaned down to her level, his mouth up to her ear. "You're just going to have to come find me then, aren't you?" Before walking back into the main body of the party.

Melanie's heart was beating in her face.

For the next two hours, Melanie avoided George's gaze, which was difficult when she could feel it burning down her back.

"How you two haven't just admitted you two are in love is crazy to me." Startled her out of her trance. Chris sat down beside her, handing her what looked like a slice of cake with an edible picture of the thumbnail on top. She giggled at the idea until she realised who specifically was on her slice. Then his statement settled in her head. "I don't know what you're talking about," She mumbled, breaking off chunks of the cake, popping them into her mouth.

"Yes, you do. It's clear as day. Ever since you walked into my flat and saw him on the sofa. I don't fully know what happened when you were young, I'm sure he was an annoying twat" Melanie giggled at that, nodding along as she stared at the ground. "But can't you see he's interested? Can't you see he cares?" She looked up at Chris, letting her mind drift.

Revising for her A-levels, Melanie felt two people take a seat beside her while she tried to consume her lunch.

"What's on the menu today, Miss Mell's?" Josh from her Physics class grabs the bag, beginning his dissection into what she had brought with her. Callum, his buddy in crime sat on the other side of her, resting his head on his hand as he watched her with a teasing glint in his eyes.

She looked stone-cold ahead of her.

"Oh, Callum!, looks like there's a packet of Jammie Dodgers!" The girl reached up to grab them off him, failing when Josh raised his hand higher. Before Melanie could huff and just accept what was happening, the packet was snatched from Josh. The three sat, looking up, meeting George's devastating blues.

"What's the fuss, boys? Got anything better to do than bother a girl just trying to eat her lunch?" Just as the boys go to argue back, George shushes them, placing a pointer finger in the air between them. "If I were you, I would fuck off, go practice your defence because If I have to cover your clumsy arses next game, I can at least guarantee the nurse has Jammie Dodgers in her cupboard waiting for you."

All Josh and Callum could do was walk away, muttering how much George was a dick.

George looked back down at the girl, handing her biscuits back with a soft smile. He turned around, heading off to his usual table for lunch. All she could do was watch with parted lips, accepting the fact that she found that incredibly sexy.

Pub Golf's were never easy, but not for the reasons you'd think.

Yes, planning can be difficult to many people's surprise, especially if it's in a foreign country. Getting the right number of crew and people for the video, and then making sure everyone's free.

But for Melanie, the hardest part is making sure these boys are behaving.

"Arthur, stay still!" Melanie groaned, repeating the same instruction for the twentieth time. "You're blocking the camera!"

The video continued, Chris slurring through the next instructions as the boys swayed and giggled beside him. Melanie tried to stay calm as she tried to keep all of the boys in shot.

As the game continued, the boys went off into their own drunken conversations. Melanie chose this time to check on any emails she has been sent since being in Germany. Mid replying to an email about an order she'd placed for new equipment, she felt someone place their head on her shoulder.

"We're on holiday, Miss Mell's, put your emails away." Deep sandalwood filled her senses, as she felt a familiar beard scratch her shoulder. She scoffed, turning her head slightly to lock eyes with Mr Big Head himself. "Actually, Clarke, I am working. I don't get to piss about and drink with my friends." She smirks, returning her eyes to her phone.

George didn't like the lack of attention he was receiving, snatching the phone and running away, giggling like a schoolboy. "George Clarke, bring me my phone back right now." She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

His initial plan was to run off with her phone, intending for her to chase him. However, that fiery look that never failed to ignite something in his chest, ever since the broken camera incident, forced him into submitting. He sighed, making his way over with the phone stretched out to hand to her.

"Whipped!"

"Fuck off Chris!"

The party raged on, Arthur Hill's music blasting through the speakers. She swayed, letting the base move her body whichever way it wanted. She closed her eyes, taking in the feeling of not wearing some kind of camera equipment. Melanie loved her job; there was no denying that. But sometimes, it was nice to just exist.

"You enjoying yourself there?"

She didn't need to open her eyes; she knew who it was. "Very much so," she sighed, taking a sip of the drink George had poured. A little more rum this time.

George couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked so peaceful, like there wasn't a video to plan or meetings to attend to. She looked light, as if she could float away at any moment. Confidence surged through George.

He stepped towards her as she swayed, facing away from him. Melanie's waist suddenly felt a strong pair of arms gently wrap around it.

Sandalwood.

She sighed, allowing herself to give in to what she had been craving for many years, leaning her head back against what seemed to be George's shoulder. The pair rocked back and forth, Melanie placing her arms on top of George's as he nuzzled closer into her hair. "I see you, Melanie." He uttered, his arms tightening. "Not Melanie and her camera. Just Melanie." A soft smile took over her face.

Melanie could feel his heart thumping against her back, oddly lulling her. She opened her eyes, looking up to find him already looking at her, like he always was. They remained that way for what felt like a while before she leaned in slightly.

"You do don't you."

All he could do was stare, pathetically nodding his head. Her smile returned to her face before she closed the gap between them.

In what could only be described as desperation, George placed his hand on her cheek, kissing her back with over a decade's worth of what he thought were unrequited feelings. Melanie's hands found their home against his chest, revelling in the feeling of George's plush lips against her own.

After at least 2 minutes, the two pulled apart, taking shaky deep breaths. Lust consumed their gazes as they caught their breaths back.

"I'm sorry about your camera"

Melanie giggled, wiping her lipstick from around his mouth. "You can fully make up for it by kissing me like that again." George copied her grin, biting his lip and hugging her closer to his chest.

"You better keep the rest of your cameras away from me then, if that's the punishment."

Across the flat, you will find Chris sitting on the sofa, watching on with a proud smile.

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Masterlist

A list of every story I've written! It's not much lol. I'm also going to list every person I plan to write for.

Tv Shows

Rafe Cameron

Young love hold on, Young love so strong

Eddie Munson

Signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours

Spencer Reid

Coming soon...

Youtube

George Clarkey

I can make you angry, you can make me smile

ArthurTv

Touch me deep, pure and true

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Young love hold on, Young love so strong.

Rafe x FemPogue!reader

Synopsis: Eleanor and Rafe have been best friends for years. But what happens when Rafe gets confronted by his feelings?

Word count: 4,174

Warnings: Pogues being treated badly (surprise surprise), Topper being actually decent, a bit of mean!rafe. Mostly fluff!

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Eleanor crossed her arms, watching as Kiara pulled JJ and John B away from another fight. She turned her head, locking eyes with Pope. They both roll their eyes.

Just once she'd love to come to a party with her friends without a fight breaking out and ruining the mood.

"Apparently some kook was making fun of John B's dad" Pope said, coming up behind Eleanor. She shook her head in utter disbelief. "How do people like this exist?" Pope shrugged his shoulders.

Eleanor scanned the crowed, a mix of pogues and kooks all trying to get drunk and get into each others pants and skirts. You could tell these people apart by something as simple as their shoes. The pogues' shoes are scuffed, off coloured and falling apart. The kook' however, pristine, clean and without a spec of mud. The same can't be said for them though.

There were people like JJ, John B and Kiara who'll fight against the kooks till the day they die, even though Kiara is one. And then there are people like Eleanor, who just wants the feud to be done. She thinks the kooks suck, but she doesn't want to fear for her life when she's trying to buy her groceries.

In her quest to find Sarah in the crowed of people, she locks eyes with another Cameron. The older Cameron. Something in her stomach dropped.

"Ow! Miss Marks! Rafe pulled my hair"

Tammy clutched to her pigtail, running circles around the room crying out in despair. Rafe smirked, looking at his friends as they all laughed at the little girl.

Miss Marks turned around, assessing the situation before turning to the boy with a look om his face that lacked any guilt. "For goodness sake Rafe. You are 7 years old now. You know not to pull on the girls hair. If I hear it happens again, I will be calling your father in"

This shut the boy up.

"Now class, we have a new student joining the class today. Her name is Eleanor. I'm sure she is very nervous about joining today, and I am hoping all of you will look after her, and make sure she feels very welcomed here. And that includes you Mr Cameron"

The little girl gripped her sparkly backpack as her other hand was being dragged by her mother. "Right Ellie, I'll pick you up at 3. You're lunch is in your bag" Eleanor's mum placed her hand gently on her cheek, giving it a little pinch.

The girl grinned up at her mother, her little baby teeth shinning in the blazing sun that was beaming down on them. She nodded her head, reaching up to smack a kiss to her cheek.

"Ah, Mrs Lake?" The mother turned to face the teacher. "Yes, nice to meet you" The two women greeted each other as Eleanor looked around the space. The many posters hanging on the wall that varied in quality, photo's of the many teachers with big cheesy grins and a 'Welcome to the cosy corner' sign hanging above a little cubby filled with blankets and pillows.

"Okay Ellie, are you ready to go with Miss Marks?"

She bit her lip, nodding her head with a little hesitation. Eleanor was an only child, and up until this point she was home-schooled. So she wasn't used to being around children her own age. So she was relatively nervous about being around so many of them.

"I'll see you soon, baby"

Her mother waved her off while Eleanor gripped her new teachers hand. "There's no need to be nervous Eleanor, you're going to be surrounded by some lovely people" They both turned a corner, a door with a tree mural painted on the front stood before them. 'Miss Marks, Class B' painted in swirly welcoming letters.

Miss Marks felt some hesitation when she went to pull her inside. "Come on sweetheart, everything will be fine. I promise" After 5 seconds she took a deep breath, gripped tighter onto her backpack and shifted. Miss Marks opened the door.

What was once a loud bustling room, became silent. Everyone's heads turned to face the front. Eleanor could feel every eye locked to her. It was very intimidating.

"So class, this is Eleanor. She has been home-schooled up until this point. Like I said earlier, I am sure you will all treat her with the upmost respect"

Miss Marks scanned the classroom for an empty seat. She internally sighed, only one seat looked unoccupied. "Eleanor, why don't you take a sear over there...next to Rafe"

Eleanor looked over at her new seat mate. His hair was was a very distinct dirty blonde. His skin was kind of tanned and his clothes looked very nice, nicer than anything she owned that's for sure. But what she picked up on immediately was his eyes. They seemed unnaturally blue. Sure she had seen her fair share of blue eyes. Her mother had blue eyes for heavens sake. But his were different. They didn't just shine in the sunlight, they seemed to light a fire on the surface of her skin.

She began walking over to where she was going to be for the next few years. He watched the entire time, taking her in. He'd never seen that shade of red before. It was almost the shade of the cherries his mother puts in his lunch box. They were always his favourite part. She was very pale, the blue sort of worn out dungaree's she was wearing popped against her skin. The graphic tea shirt she was wearing underneath was clearly too big for her. 'The Smiths' imprinted on the front. His mother listens to them. He's woken up many times to 'Frankly Mr Shankly'.

She sat down, facing head on. She didn't look at Rafe, too afraid to make eye contact with him. Too afraid she'd go up in flames due to his eyes. That didn't last long though.

"Hey, Eleanor?"

Her heart picked up speed a little. She couldn't ignore him. She didn't want people's first impression of her is that she was a total weirdo who doesn't talk. She still felt like everyone was watching her. When actually no one was looking at her, except one person.

"What's your second name?"

She had to answer, she was taking too long now.

"Lake"

She mumbled, turning her head so they were now making eye contact. Ice meets olive.

"Hmm, it's pretty"

A feeling in her stomach erupted, something unfamiliar. Now they were looking at each other, he could see extra detail. She had freckles sprinkled across her face, over her cheeks and her nose. Almost as if they were painted on. He knew he was staring.

"T-Thanks" She whispered.

Eleanor couldn’t tear her eyes away from the boy. He’s recently let his hair fall more into his face. She never liked the styled way he did his hair before, it just didn’t suit him. An idea his father had no doubt. She was almost surprised he wasn’t involved in the fight himself. Although she had heard through the grape vine that he’d recently took a new turn in life. The boys who would once purchase drugs off him now were left without a dealer. It was also clear based on his knuckles that were usually painted with blood, seemed to be clean. The fire behind his gaze was sizzling under her skin. She was familiar with this look, she’s been on the receiving end of it many times. To Rafe, she was a magnet. Always has been. Ever since that day in the first grade. But he’d fucked that all up. And he knew he had. Eleanor finally found something within herself to bring her eye sight back to the JJ and the boy trapped within his strong grip. She rushed over because it seemed John B wasn’t able to handle it by himself. “JJ stop! I think he gets it” She stressed, grabbing onto his shoulders. Usually JJ snaps out of it when one of the girls yells at him, but whoever this boy was must have really pissed him off, JJ was gone on his rage. The next thing Eleanor knew, she was flung back, her crappy sandals folding under her feet cause her to stumble further back that she would usually. Luckily she managed to reach her hands out behind her to catch her fall slightly. But she still landed hard on her behind, scratching up her legs and palms. There was also a rather large shooting pain going up her ankle. “Ah shit” she mumbled to herself, looking over her injuries. They weren’t deep or anything, but they stung, rocks and sand getting between the broken skin. She felt someone rush beside her, gently clutching onto her shoulder. “Are you okay?!” That doesn’t sound like Pope. She looked up. Once again, that fiery gaze. “Rafe” She whispered, unable to raise her voice any louder. “Is your leg okay? I saw you landed partly on it” “Uh..” she didn’t know what to say, she hadn’t prepared to talk to Rafe today. She thought she’d never talk to him again. She suddenly felt like her younger self again.

“Rafe, how many times do I have to tell you, you can’t push others out the way to win!” Mr Malark the PE teacher had had enough of watching an 8 year old Rafe push his fellow racer down. He watched Rafe huff, roll his eyes and make his way over to the spectators. Eleanor blushed as Rafe jogged over to her. His knees were scraped and grass covered, aching to be cleaned. Luckily, he had his own personal helper ready with her first aid kit. “Hey Ellie, my knees are bleeding! Look!” She scrunched her nose, unzipping the first aid kit and pulling out the cotton buds and plasters. “Come sit next to me please?” He followed her orders, sitting beside her. She pulled out a wipe, softly working her way around the cuts. Rafe hissed, the sting vibrating all around his knee. “Shit that hurts” Eleanor widened her eyes, swotting the boy on the shoulder. “That’s a bad word Rafey, you’ll get in trouble” He shrugged, focussing his attention on the daises around them. Eleanor noticed he’d gone quiet. By this time she’d patched his knee up. “There we go” she kissed his injury “All better” she smiled to herself, looking back up at Rafe. She was suddenly greeted with a daisy chain fastened into a crow. “Thank you princess Ellie, here is your crown” she grinned, eagerly accepting her crown. The daisies complimented her fire red hair perfectly, the white and yellow popping gorgeously. She averted her gaze, not being able to maintain his fierce eyes. Nothing but passion behind those sky blues. “I hope you help me if I ever get hurt?” She uttered, fiddling with the first aid kit in his hands. Rafe’s small hand reached down and held onto her chin, lifting her head so they were eye level. “Of course I will”

“Come on, I’ll take you away from here”

She hadn't spoken to Rafe in about 3 months, which was unlike her. Unlike them. They spent so much time together for over ten years. And everyone knew that. Even the pogues were well aware of the budding friendship between the two. While they never approved, they knew how much he meant to her. So they never troubled her with it.

"It's..uh..it's okay I can handle it, It's fine"

Eleanor had always been stubborn, he should've expected this wasn't going to be easy, but as she cursed when trying to get up, he knew she needed help.

"Please Ellie"

She sighed. Not even the rest of the Pogues called her Ellie. They knew that name was reserved only for Rafe. She looked up at him, the second time that night they had had a real look at each other. Which is more than the past few months. She nodded, allowing the boy to help her to her feet. She grimaced, shooting pains running up her leg. At this, Rafe leaned down, scooping her up in his arms.

"What are you doing?" She hissed, looking around to see if anyone was looking. They weren't.

Rafe smiled, making sure she was secure. "I don't want you walking on your leg, I'm taking you to mine to clean you up" Eleanor hadn't been to Tannyhill since the night she told him she never wanted to see him again. She scrunched her eyes, deciding that if she couldn't see them, they couldn't see Rafe wrapping his arm around her waist. He knew she hated when all eyes were on her. He's always been surprised by this, surely she was used to people staring at her. She was the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

"Hey Rafe! Put her down!"

He turned his head to see Kiara with her arm crossed, a scowl decorating her face. Everyone was aware of Rafe and Eleanor's budding relationship. Ever since that day when they were both seven, it was clear that she was his, and he was hers.

But after that night, there was a new energy in the air. The whole island knew something was wrong. That first time Rafe showed up to the country club without the girl beside him, rambling on about how the tv blew out in her house during the most recent episode of Grey's Anatomy, everyone knew something had happened.

He was was pale. His eyes remained permanently facing the floor and he spoke to no one except the waiter, where he ordered the strongest thing on the menu.

He sat at the bar for 4 hours, ordering and consuming the drinks as if they were glasses of water.

That became his routine for the next 3 months. Drinking and sulking. Topper decided enough was enough. Luckily for him, a party was raging on at the boneyard tonight. Perfect, something to distract the miserable young man.

Which brings us to this. Rafe with his strong grip, wrapped around the pogue princess. A name she hated, but such a name naturally came when you were so closely connected to the kook king.

"It's okay Kiara, I'll call you in the morning." The girl gave her a look as if to say 'I'll be fine', which Kiara knew was the best thing she was going to get out of her. But if she was being honest with herself, she knew she could leave Rafe in her care. When Eleanor was involved, Rafe was always on his best behaviour.

Eleanor kept her eyes down, head rested on her chest. Rafe couldn't help but look down at her and smile. He loved it when she rested on him, relied on him. She was the only person that made him feel he had any worth.

The two made it to his car eventually, sleep washing over her. Rafe could see her eyes fluttering closed as he buckled her in. "You don't have to do all this Rafe, my leg doesn't hurt that bad." Rafe lets out a soft chuckle, securing it properly before looking her in the eyes.

"If you're hurt, nothing else matters to me except making sure you're okay" He meant it with his full heart, and Eleanor knew that, she's always known that.

"Okay"

Rafe circled around the car, hoping in and began the engine. "You okay to come back to mine? I've got ice packs in my bathroom for your leg" Eleanor laughs, "I know, I put them there" Rafe smiles, his chest feeling less tense knowing she was still able to laugh with him.

After a short drive, filled with a comforting silence between the two, the only thing filling the air was the radio, quietly playing Lana Del Ray, which Eleanor realised was part of a playlist she had made for their road trips, they arrived at Tannyhill.

Rafe quickly ran to her side of the car, ready to help her out. She scanned her tired eyes across the building. Truthfully, she'd missed the building, somewhere she found comfort in. All the times her and her mother had gotten into fights, which left her without somewhere to stay for the night, Tannyhill was her safe space.

But all the building did was bring back memories from that night.

"Come on Ellie" Rafe whispered, hoisting her up into his arms like he had done at the party. "I can walk Rafe, I'm fine for god sake" He shook his head with a soft smile gracing his face. "Nice try Ellie"

The house was empty. Wheezie at a friends, Sarah still at the party and Rose and Wade out of the country. Rafe walked the two up the stairs, down the many winding corridors until they landed outside of Rafe's room. She sighed, kicking the door open herself with her good leg.

His room looked the same, the same white walls that had no decoration other than a few photos of New York. His desk was pristine, as well as his floor. But she knew he kept all of his secrets in his desk draws. Photos of his friends, photos of her. The multiple friendship bracelets she'd make him for his birthday every year, as well as the handmade cards she'd spent hours perfecting for him.

He gently placed her on his bed.

"Are you sure they'll be okay with it?

Eleanor bit along her nails as they approached his house. Rafe tore her hand away from her mouth, keeping it in his grasp as they made it to the gate.

She'd never get over the size of his home.

"Yes they'll be fine with it, just say you didn't have anywhere else to stay for the night. There's no way Rose is gonna turn you away" Rafe opened the front door "Dad! My friend needs somewhere to stay for the night" Instead of Wade however, Rose came strutting out of the kitchen.

"Oh hello Rafe darling, who's this?" She smiled sweetly, her soft pink lipstick opened to reveal her pearly whites. Rafe rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Eleanor ma'am. I'm sorry for just randomly showing up" Rafe ushered her into the kitchen. "You haven't Ellie. She didn't have anywhere to go tonight Rose, I thought she could stay here".

Rose looked at her stepson, her smile forming into a smirk. She watched as the boy filled a glass of water for her. She'd never seen the famous Eleanor from across town, only heard about her through stories told by the young boy. Now she was finally getting to meet the girl Rafe cherished.

"Of course you can say here honey, do you want to call a parent to tell them you're here?" Eleanor bit her lip, her hand inching towards her mouth again. Rafe stops her though, giving his step mother a look that say's 'don't go there', Rose presses her lips together, nodding her head. "There's some left over mac and cheese in the fridge if you guys want any food", with that the women smiled and left the two to hang out in the kitchen.

"Thank you Rafey" Eleanor smiled, reaching across to wipe some cheese that had smeared across his face. His cheeks warmed as he took in his friends face. Her beautiful face.

"Let me just grab the icepack"

She watched as he retreated into bathroom, catching herself smiling at his domesticity. But then it dropped.

"How could you say that Rafe?"

"How would you know?"

He came back not long later with a first aid kit in hand. Kneeling in front of her, he propped up her leg on his knee.

"I thought I meant more to you than that!"

"Eleanor.."

His soft gestures made Eleanor's skin start tingling, a common issue she faced when around her Rafe. She looked at him. His face that showed complete concentration, his hands trying their best not to shake while he pressed it onto her skin. He cared so much. Why couldn't he just say it?

"Why would Topper lie? He's my friend too"

"He just misheard me! He wasn't even in the conversation?"

Her eyes turned glassy, water coming to the surface before it dripped onto her thigh. Rafe's head shot up, looking with concern at the girl. Their eyes were fused to each other.

"You really hurt me Rafe" She whispered, crossing her arms in her lap. Rafe blew through his nose, dropping his head , unable to look her in the eyes.

"I know"

"You'd never date a dirty pogue? All they do is fuck everything up for the rest of us? They're worthless wastes on space?" Her voice was getting weaker and weaker.

Once again, Rafe's inability to own up to his mistakes rears it's ugly head. "So what you believe Topper over me now?" Eleanor rolled her eyes. "Why wouldn't I? It's not like you've been terrorizing us for years!"

She stormed over towards her jacket, finished with this conversation. But Rafe can't let someone else have the last word, especially when he knows he's in the wrong.

"Well...it's true isn't it?" As soon as the words left his mouth, the dread started flooding in. Eleanor looked him dead in the eyes, devastation filling them.

"Wow" she uttered, wrapping her arms around herself. She looked down, shaking her head. She turned to his bedroom door, grabbed the hand before turning back to him.

"Never talk to me again" She said, so quite Rafe was surprised he caught it. How could he not.

"I'm sorry"

She bit her lip. There's a first. An apology of Rafe Cameron.

"I was scared"

She shot her head up, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked over his face. Scared? Of what?

"The boy's realised..." Eleanor scooted further down the bed, closer to him as he struggled to speak. "Realised what?"

"Realised I was in love with you"

"So where's the lady, Cameron?"

Rafe turned around to see Jamie, a boy he'd played golf with a couple times stood with a smirk in his face. Rafe threw him a confused look.

"The pogue. Eleanor is it?" the boy chugged his drink. "Oh right, she's in the bathroom"

After grabbing a new drink, Topper began making his way back over to his friend.

"So you aren't fucking her?" He recognised that voice. Jamie Luther. A bit of a gobshite around figure 8. Loves to spread shit for his own entertainment.

"Eleanor? No! I'd never fucking do that..."

Topper listened as Rafe ripped into who he thought was his best friend. It hurt to hear for Topper. Eleanor had always been nice to him. Especially during the rocky years with Sarah. And to hear all of this coming from her best friend? He couldn't handle it. He saw Eleanor walking towards him, a bright smile on her face. That made it even more heart-breaking. "Hi Top, you okay?"

She could read these boy's like a book. Topper looked guiltily at her. "Uh...you should probably know what Rafe said.."

"They started grilling me about you. They could tell from a mile away how I truly felt. You know what I'm like when it comes to talking about my feelings, shut off and deflect. I know It's not a good enough explanation, and I hate that you heard something so incredibly untrue. But I hate more that I made it worse afterwards. When you confronted me, I should have just come clean right there but I did that stupid Rafe thing where I just fight back. I'm sorry Ellie. I'm so sorry"

Eleanor took in each word as she assessed the new situation she's in. Rafe was in love with her? "Since when?"

All of that, and that's all she had to say? She was known to be a girl of few words. "What?"

"Since when have you been in love with me?"

Rafe sighed, getting to his feet before sitting next to her. She watched as he struggled to speak. His mouth opening and closing as he tried to conjure up thoughts. "I think it was when you asked me if I would take care of you if you needed it. It was then that I realised that I would do anything for you" She had a watery smile.

"Rafe we were 8" He chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. The girl leaned into his touch. She'd missed it more than she thought. They sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying each others company.

After 5 minutes, she looked up at the boy. He met her eyes.

"I love you too" she whispered before leaning up and planting a kiss that's been years in the making.

The two had always been inseparable, but now instead of teasing punches to the arms, pining looks and many close calls, it was the two being caught making out at parties, seen sneaking out of dinners and many naked rendezvous at the beach.

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Signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Fem reader

Summery: Eddie wasn’t a scientist. He didn’t understand the science between the opposites attract phenomenon. It’s never been important to him. Until a note was left in his locker. 

Word Count: 3,099 words

Warnings: Literally just fluff 

a/n: This is my first story so I hope you enjoy it! I’ve been wanting to write stories for ages, and only now I’m getting to it because I literally have nothing else to do. They might be a bit shaky, but hopefully you’ll enjoy regardless x 

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I liked your speech today. I’m glad you haven’t been bullied into becoming silent. I can’t wait for the next one - PomPoms

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows at the note he found laying in his locker. The pink curly writing was unfamiliar to him. It looked neatly written and everything was spelled and grammatically correct, that he could tell of course, but nothing about this note was recognizable to him. 

PomPoms?  What is going on?

He studied the note for the next 5 minutes, rolling through the rolodex of names and people in his head that it could be from. But no reasonable person could have done this. None of his friends were shy by any means, so it couldn’t have been either of them. So who else? 

“Hey Eddie! You coming to Hellfire?”

He dragged his head away to look at the person calling his name. Dustin. Eddie seemed to forget the english language, and could not help his eyeline when it drifted back to the note. 

“What you got there buddy?” Dustin question with a teasing glint in his voice. He stretched onto his toes to look at the note, raising his eyebrows at what he was reading. Eddie, a little too late, snatched the letter till it was tight against his chest. “ It’s nothing”

Dusting kept a ‘Oh really’ look on his face until Eddie gave in, sighing and allowing his friend to see the note for himself. 

“Wow Eddie. Looks like you’ve got yourself an admirer” Dustin smirked. Eddie let out a scoff, rolling his eyes and shoving the note in his locker, slamming it shut. 

“Oh yeah, cause nothing screams boyfriend material quite like the two time high school student”

Dustin gave him a soft punch to the shoulder, “Hey man! you’re a catch!” 

Eddie chuckled, rubbing the mild sting left by the freshmen, gathering his thoughts and feelings. 

“Right! To Hellfire!” 

By the end of the following day, he’d pretty much forgotten about the note left in his locker, until it was time to retrieve his dealing tin. A piece of paper slowly floating to the ground. 

I hope you know how much you inspire me to be true to myself. Right now i’m not, i’m not myself, but watching you be unapologetic-ally you, gives me hope. It’s beautiful to see - PomPoms 

He could slowly feel his heart increasing speed as he read the recent note. The same pink colour, the same curly writing, the same sign off name. PomPoms. Everything about the note was the same except the words. He couldn’t help but read it in a downcast tone. If this was a real person then he could tell that they were unsure, insecure of them self, just from 2 lines of curly swirls and hearts for dots over the I’s. This made something in his chest sink, which surprised him, considering this was a complete stranger. 

He kept the note in his pocket as he wandered down the halls until he got bored of waiting for Mike, who he was supposed to be driving home, occasionally pulling it out and rereading it. Reading it until it was etched into his brain. 

“Is that another note? Or the same one?”

Dustin plopped himself in front of him, crossing his arms on the table. Eddie looked up with slightly red cheeks. “Yeah, found it about 20 minutes ago”

Dustin yanked it out of his hand, reading the note with a cheeky grin spread across his chops. Eddie twiddled his thumbs while he waited for a response. He could see Dustin’s smile fall a little. “Damn man, she sounds like she needs a hug”

“How do you know it’s a girl?” Dustin Scoffed, flipping the note around, pointing at the words.”No to be sexist, but the pink writing? the curly handwriting? it’s obviously a girl”

This didn’t help Eddie’s blushing issue, only making it worse. Dustin chuckled at his friends bashfulness, very uncharacteristic. He then watched as Dustin's face contorted into a curious expression. “What? what is it?”

“PomPoms. What do you think it means?”

Eddie hadn’t thought about it that much, too taken by the words. But now it’s been brought up, why not spend the next couple minutes thinking about who they might be. 

PomPoms,,.PomPoms

“I mean there’s only one thing I can think of that has anything to do with Pom Poms..”

Eddie looked up at him. 

“Cheerleaders!”

Eddie stopped in his tracks as he approached his locker, paper clearly sticking out the side of the door. He arrived at the locker, quickly checking his surroundings for anyone near. No one. He unfolds it. 

I hope I don’t come across as tragic. I just don’t know how else to talk to you. I don’t find you intimidating or anything, but I just have a feeling you wouldn’t like me. I hope that wont be the case - PomPoms 

The last thing Eddie wanted was for his new..friend? to think he found her tragic. Because he could never find her anything less than someone who just needed comfort. He’d been her. He used to be someone who struggled with being himself. Imagine your true personality being the reason you’re being bullied. And while he isn’t completely safe from the name calling and the scary thoughts and feelings, he was lucky he had a support system around him to help him get through those struggles. 

What if she didn’t have that?

Dustin’s comment from yesterday plagued his mind for the rest of the night. A cheerleader. Could it be a cheerleader? surely not. What would a cheerleader want with Eddie? Other than the ones who required drugs for parties he’d never be invited to, or before games he would’t be welcomed at. 

He’d come to the conclusion that it couldn’t be a cheerleader, because the idea of a cheerleader being interested in Edward Munson? It’s almost laughable

He’d also come to another conclusion. He was going to write back. 

A baby pink manicured hand hesitated when it went to slide a note into the locker door belonging to the dungeon master himself. It seemed her usual entry into the door was blocked. Blocked by another piece of paper. 

Had he not gotten my note yesterday? Was he already sick of me? Has he figured out who I am?

She unfolded the paper, expecting to see her carefully written message. Instead, messy black ink stained words. 

Of course I don’t find you tragic. The opposite in fact. Assuming this isn’t a trick set up to embarrass me by the wonderful boys who continue to bless us with their skills in throwing balls into laundry baskets, I want you to know that you are the most exciting part of my day. Tell me something that completes you? - Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson  

She grinned at the note, her pearly whites peaking out through the glossy shine that lightly coated her lips. She was unsure what to do with herself, she peeked around to see if anyone had witnessed her embarrassing display. But the note called out to her, the endearing smeary handwriting and the nick name she never agreed with to sign off. It was perfect. 

“Hey!”

She heard from the other end of the hall. With a quick twist of her head, she turned to see Stephanie, the co-head of the cheer squad along side Chrissy. Unfortunately that seems to be the only thing she has in common with the blonde. 

“Do you know what time it is?” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, nursing an eye roll. When she received no response from her team mate, she reached out and grabbed her arm. “Either hurry up to practice or you’re demoted to the bottom of the pyramid”

With hardly any time to breath, she stuffed her note in the pocket of her sweater, trying her best to not trip over her feet as she was dragged into the gym. 

 But as Chrissy pointed out to her after the practice was over, she seemed to be distracted. 

“What’s up honey? You’re usually one of our best flippers!” 

She giggled, a blush forming on her cheeks. Her ever recognizable fiddling told Chissy there was something on her mind. 

“I kinda did something crazy” She whispered, reaching up to bite on her nails. Chrissy raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “What did you do?” She questioned, placing her hands on her hips, waiting for her close friend to admit she had murdered someone. You never know in Hawkins. 

“I kinda started writing notes to Eddie Munson telling him how I feel” Chrissy’s eyes bulged out of her head, her jaw falling slack. “Are you shitting me? Does he know they are from you?” She shook her head, beginning to pick at her nails. 

“Well you’ve gotta tell him! Imagine his face when he see’s it’s the only person who told him his band was great in middle school” Chrissy watched as her friends face drowned in a rouge colour. 

“I forgot about that”

She’d heard of the word euphoria before. She’d heard it in a conversation between her sister and her friend. She’d even asked what it meant. But only now, watching the boy 2 years older than her perform with his band a song she’d never heard of, does she finally know what it means. 

The way his fingers effortlessly glided across the fret board, how his voice slid from each note with such ease and grace. He was beautiful. 

In hindsight, the performance was nothing but a group of 14 year old boy’s yelling into the mic with increasing volume, while simultaneously handling their instruments with a fair amount of uncertainty. 

But she didn’t care. In her eyes this performance gave her the same feelings as the Queen concert her father had taken her to the month prior. But this one was different in some way. She wasn’t sure what, but something about this performance felt right. 

As their song came to an end, the sound of hesitant applause coming from the audience. But she wasn’t hesitant, stumbling to her feet, bringing her hands together in thunderous applause. A cheer spilled from her mouth as she jumped up and down. She couldn’t care less about the stares she was getting from the people around her, she couldn’t understand how she seemed to be the only one amazed by this performance. 

The rest of the talent show went on as usual, the cheerleaders performed a routine she had seen them practice for the past 4 weeks, Jeremy, a boy she’d sat next to in Math’s class, performed a magic show that surprisingly wasn’t too bad! He dropped a couple cards and forgot a few steps to his routine, but he did successfully guess Mrs Sara’s card, so who cares about a few minor mishaps. 

But she couldn’t help but feel nervous as she slowly approached the band as they unplugged all the instruments that were left on the stage. Eddie was sat on the lip of the stage, a notebook in hand. His mind seemed off in the distance, but that didn’t stop her confidence, most likely due to her young age, as she finally made it in front of him. 

Suddenly all the nerves come in forefront. 

“Um..Eddie?”  

She smiled, her fingers tangling together in a nervous display. He raised his head, locking eyes with the young girl. He recognized her. She was a couple years younger than him, but he’d seen her during end of the year school celebrations and sports days. He was trying to muster up in his head what her name was. 

“My names Sofia”

Ah yes, Sofia. She’s friends with a bunch of the cheerleader girls. I wonder why she didn’t dance with them today?

“Yeah I know you. You were pretty much the only one clapping for us after we finished. Thanks for that by the way” He smiled through tight lips. This resulted in her cheeks glowing a sweet crimson. 

“It’s okay, you guys were so great! I’ve never heard music like that before! It was incredible!” She hadn’t realized she was rambling until she had finished, embarrassment flooding her. He just smiled. 

He hadn’t seen such animation since Wayne took him to see Iron Maiden when he was 12. It was like a mirage. He liked the way she looked with blushed cheeks. 

“Sorry, I just wanted to come over and say how great you were. Bye!” He watched as she ran away, a smile remaining on his face for the rest of the day. 

She has no idea what she’s just done for him. 

Eddie had a spring in his step as he approached his locker. He’d waited all day to see the response to his note. He’ll admit he was slightly nervous. He’d never done something like this before, write something personal to a complete stranger. 

He could see the paper sticking out the side, causing him to all but sprint over. Unfolding the note, he was met with the all too familiar pink swirly words.

I don’t know what to say. When I saw your note I assumed it was the one I left. I thought you were sick of me already. I’m the happiest I've ever been. One thing that completes me? My need to make people happy to feel complete. I want to tell you who I am, but I’m scared - PomPoms 

Warmth spread throughout his body. How could she think he was sick of her? That seems impossible. This note has only proved one thing to him. She was perfect. 

He desperately wanted to know who she was. He doesn't think he’s been this desperate about anything before. He began drafting a new note. 

She’d been nervous all day to read his response to her recent note. She already knew who he was, everyone did. She knew everything that he chose to share with the world. She hung on to every word he said. He was the most interesting person in the world to her, and he had no idea who she was. But she wanted him to know. 

She just didn’t know how. She unfolded the note. 

Be brave sweetheart. 

She bit her lip. If she could go back and tell her younger self that Eddie Munson had called her Sweetheart. 

She’d love to be brave. She’s one of the most talented cheerleaders. Part of her job is to flip, kick and jump in front of hundreds of people. Her and her cheer friends competed in multiple competitions throughout the country, taking home first place almost every single time. And here she was, too afraid to talk to a boy. 

But she knew she had to do something. She’d never been this close to him before. It’s now or never. 

“Do it! It’ll work I promise!” 

Chrissy smiled, pushing her friend towards the table of ragtag boy’s who’ve been ‘terrorizing’ Hawkins High since the beginning of their first term. The same nerves she felt in middle school seemed to re-service. Tightly grasped in her hand was newly written note. The closer she got, the more she felt her throat close up. But this needed to be done. 

Eddie felt a new presence at their usually avoided table. He lifted his head to lock eyes with Sofia. 

He remembered Sofia. Frankly, he never forgot her. How could he? 

Since the day she came bounding over to congratulate him after the talent show, he’d never fully forgotten her. There were moments where he’d catch a glimpse of her practicing cheer, or watch her go up and accept an award at the end of the year, where he would get flashbacks to that night. But one thing stuck out to him during all these moments. 

She grew up to be gorgeous. 

And she wasn’t like any of the other cheerleaders, accept maybe Chrissy. She was kind. She never took part in any of the bullying or name calling. She didn’t throw stuff at him like her friends, in fact he doesn’t think he’s heard her speak other than that one time. But he sure wanted to. And it looks like he might be getting his chance. 

She spoke first. 

“Hi, It’s So-”

“Sofia” He finished for her, crossing his arms on the table with a soft smile on his face. She seemed a bit taken aback by his comment. How could she expect him to forget who she was?

“Uh yeah..that’s me”

He placed his head on the palm of his hand, looking up at her with intrigue. What could she possibly want? What is she up to? What’s in her hand?

“I have something for you”

She uttered, aware of the eyes on her belonging to Eddie’s friends. But this was something she needed to do. So she ignored the stares, reached her hand out and placed the note in his curios grasp. Dustin seemed to catch on. 

This is me, being brave. I hope I’m not a disappointment - PomPoms 

Eddie’s head shot up. The hustle and bustle of the cafeteria seemed to stop. All Eddie could hear was the thumping in his chest. There she stood, back straight, hands held behind her, a soft smile on her face. 

She was a living angel in a cheer uniform. 

He spoke 

“Guy’s, I think Dnd is cancelled for today. I’ve got a date with my biggest fan”

Her cheeks engulfed in a gorgeous scarlet, much like Eddie’s. He got to his feet, picked his practically empty rucksack up and walked over to his not so secret admirer, presenting his hand out to her, which she gladly accepted. Dustin watched as his friend grinned like a school boy at the girl while the rest of the boy’s watched on in utter confusion. 

They looked between each other, expecting someone to say something, explain what they had just witnessed. But no one said anything, so they just got on with their lunch.

Meanwhile Eddie was busy placing the sweetest kiss against the lips of the girl who had single handedly inspired him to keep at his music, rather than giving up. 

He’d warned his freshmen sheep about the cheerleaders, claimed they were some form of goblin in disguise as pretty girls. He never expected to be standing in the Hawkins High School Parking lot with the prettiest girl of them all wrapped up in his arms. Now he was wondering what the hell he was doing when he wasn’t here. 

Because this is where he was meant to be.