#*rubs hands like racoon*

[kanene-yaaay]

Okay, but the way I just *can't* stop thinking about guapoduo and tickle fights is just aaaaaaAAAAA it's making me LOSE my mind!

I can perfectly see it: Roier as the most teasiest shit to ever walk on this Earth. He will brag and be smug and pretended to be offended everytime Cellbit swears at him because of that. Sometimes mah bro doesn't even need to say anything, he will just have an especific smile and chuckle that will immediately make danger bells ring in Cellbit's brain, sometimes his attacks will be full of antecipation or a simple random impulse he got to see his husband, usually so serious and composed, but just the silliest when he's with him, losing himself in a mess of laughter and blushes.

On the other hand, I can see Cellbit being just so. great. at surprise attacks. My bro will just create an entire plan in his head to get Roier when he is least expecting it and being the most vulnerable. I think he will be much more softer and merciful in general with him but you can count that he will learn teasy sentences in spanish and make goofy villain voices and lots of malefic laughter just to see his usually flirty husband blush and win because yeah, he is *very competive* no matter what kind of fight

And don't even get me started on the tickly kisses and cuddles that become a tickle fight because of one of them accidentaly brushed too close of a tickle spot and the other immediately choose (a giggly) violence Just.... them <3 <3

[elibeeline]

For no particular reason, where can i get the harry potter books without jkr benefiting

[incoherentsobbing]

Tumblr has given me power :D

[donaldtheduckdad]

happy pride month. Time to unleash all the color picked AA pride flags I have in my forbidden folder

[slayfics]

could you do a husband pro-hero dynamight x fem reader? 😭🩷

Katsuki prepares to propose.

1,000 words~

Eijiro took another sip of his drink, his thoughts now starting to become clouded. It all started with Katsuki abruptly instructing him to tell Mina he'd be home late tonight.

"Tell Racoon Eyes we're going out for drinks tonight and not to wait up," he said in passing. Eijiro obliged wondering what Katsuki wanted to talk about. It wasn't often his best friend wanted to drink so Eijiro took the hint that something big must be on his mind.

It wasn't till 10 minutes into their drive that Katsuki dropped the bomb that they were actually going ring shopping.

Katsuki stormed into the jeweler demanding the biggest ring they had because he's "the best at everything". It didn't take long for Katsuki to find a ring that was entirely too huge and decide without a doubt that was the one.

Now the ring sat in the middle of the table between the two boys as Eijiro took sips of his drink and Katsuki uncharacteristically threw back drink after drink.

"I don't know how I'm gonna do it Eij," Katsuki said nervously, shaking his leg, hands interlaced under his chin as he eyed the ring.

"Do whatever feels natural," Eijiro encouraged.

"Tch- it's gotta be perfect," Katsuki said.

"Hasn't she given you any hints on how she wants to be asked?" Eijiro asked.

"HAH? No!" Katsuki exclaimed, finishing off the rest of his drink and signaling the waiter for two more.

Katsuki turned his attention back to Eijiro. "Racoon Eyes has given you hints?" he asked.

Eijiro gave a silent nod of thanks to the waiter that dropped off two more drinks. Although internally his stomach turned and the thought of finishing another. "Yeah, I mean we've talked about getting married before and what it might look like ya know?"

"No," Katsuki exclaimed in a huff.

"You two haven't talked about it before?" Eijiro clarified.

"NO. Fuck- should we have?!" Katsuki asked panic setting into his eyes. "Fuck- am I making a mistake?!"

"Relax man! Its ok! Every couple is different," Eijiro said trying to calm his friend. But it was too late, Katsuki saw the shock in his eyes that he never once talked with you about the future of your relationship.

Katsuki threw back more of his drink, "What if she says no?!" he asked rubbing a hand over his distressed face.

Even though Eijiro was one of the few people Katsuki would be vulnerable in front of, it still took him off guard every time Katsuki opened up to him.

"Relax man, after everything you two have been through- no way she says no," Eijiro said calming his friend and taking another small sip of his drink. His already spinning.

Katsuki let out a grunt in acknowledgment as he continued to drink. The rest of the night continued in a similar fashion. Katsuki found something else to be anxious about regarding the proposal and Eijiro did his best to calm his nerves.

Meanwhile you and Mina sat I her living room. The two of you decided to have a girl's night since the boys went out.

"I'm telling you Mina something is up. Katsuki has been super on edge recently and I don't know why," You spoke opening up to your friend about your recent concerns.

"Maybe it's just stress from the agency?" Mina suggested shrugging her shoulders.

"Yeah maybe... Hopefully some time with Eijiro will help... He always knows how to get to him," you replied, as Mina's phone lit up with a call from Eijiro.

"Hey babe," she greeted. "Wait what?!... Both of you??" She exclaimed her eyes wide with surprise. "No no! Of course it's not a problem, we will be right there. Ok see you soon," she said and hung up the call.

"What happened?!" You asked eagerly.

"Eijiro said they both got carried away with drinks and need to be picked up," Mina said.

Your mouth hung slightly agape. "Katsuki is drunk?!" You exclaimed in disbelief.

"That's what Eijiro said." Mina confirmed.

"See I told you something is up! Katsuki never gets drunk," you said as you both headed for the door to pick up the boys.

"I'm sure everything is fine. Sounds like he at least had a good time tonight," Mina said attempting to comfort you, but you still had your suspicions.

When the two of you entered the restaurant Katsuki spotted you right away.

"There she is!" He exclaimed excitedly gesturing at you. "Damn she's hot as fuck," he practically yelled. Heads turned in the restaurant to eye the noisy blond.

Your face flushed at his words, and you turned to Mina. Your eyes wide as if to say, 'What the hell is going on?'

Happy about the distraction, Eijiro quickly grabbed the ring off the table and hid it in his pocket. Barley remembering it was on the table in full view.

Another restaurant goer laughed, "I'd be excited too if my girl looked like that," he stated.

"HAH! You wish you damn extra!" Katsuki barked back. "Babe- come here. Sit in my lap," he said tapping his lap.

"What?" You asked in bewilderment as you made your way to their table.

"The hell you mean what?!" he asked as he guided you to sit in his lap. "You always do this," he said his bottom lip puffed out in a pout from your hesitation.

His puffed-out lip quickly changed back to a grin as your ran your fingers through his hair, "Yes- but I'm here to take you home," You reminded him.

"Hell yeah you are!" He said with a laugh. "Take me home and have your way with me," he said, squeezing your waist and pulling you further into him as he placed a drunken kiss on your cheek.

You couldn't help but giggle and look over at Mina and Eijiro who looked just as shocked as you felt at Katsuki's affection.

"Come on let's get you home then," You laughed standing up and pulling Katsuki with you. Katsuki followed your commands, taking your hand as you lead him out of the restaurant. His eyes hungrily sweeping over his soon to be fiancé.

I’m sorry if this wasn’t what you really had in mind. I have just had this scene playing out in my head for awhile now. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for the request!

Tags: @queenpiranhadon @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @i-heart-carlisle @derangedmango @matchat3a @bakugouswaif

[l0serloki]

omg i just got to know u write for jjk too!! I originaly was following you because of your valorant stuff and i love your writing style and those cute gifs you add at the start of every post <3

If its not alot can you please make some short drabbles/headcannons for the jjk men (gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, megumi) where its late at night you are all cuddled up and you hear something from downstairs, the man get all protective thinking its an intruder and go check it out. ( you can make it an actual intruder and add a lil fight scene or make it a racoon or a stray cat and make it cute its upto u)

Im sorry if i sound wierd english is not my first language 😅

Intruder Alert

(Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Todo, Sukuna, Choso, Megumi)

A/N : UMMM first off I read Toji as Todo soo.. sorry about that one. Second off thank you so much for the request!! I kinda made these more cracked out than I expected them to be.. I hope you still enjoy and I can always do more if you want.

CW : intruders (duh), casual murder (geto), gojo being an ominous being, Sukuna being on top of you as you wake up

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Gojo : 

    Your body was cuddled against your boyfriend as you tried to sleep. As quickly as sleep came, it left. There was a sudden noise downstairs that made you jump.

“What was that?!” Gojo turned to you, scratching at his face. 

“I don’t know. It sounded like something downstairs.” You whisper out and the blue eyed freak groaned.

“Don’t worry babe. I’ll go check it out. There’s no need to be scared.” Gojo grabbed at your hand pulling you out of the warm sheets.

“If you’re going to check it out, why are you taking me along with you?” You deadpanned as he corralled you down the stairs. 

“Because babe if I die then you need to avenge me.” Gojo whispered out as he peeked around the corner. His eyes surveyed the kitchen as he crept in.

“Coast is clear- HOLY SHIT!” Gojo fell back, crawling to your feet. You watched as a raccoon jumped down from the counter, scurrying back outside from the open porch door. 

“Satoru, why did you leave the backdoor open..?” You rolled your eyes as you helped the ‘strongest’ man to his feet.

“I thought you did.” He grinned as he got up and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 

“Why am I with you?” You chided and he just pouted.

“So mean..”

Geto : 

   “There’s a noise Sugu..” You whisper out as you adjust in his arms. Your eyes stare up at him as he scrolls through the TV.

“It’s probably nothing Y/N. Don’t worry.” He rubbed at your head as he continued to mindlessly stare. You heard steps creeping as you continued to lay there. You couldn’t help but feel anxious and definitely with the warrant out for your boyfriends head.

“Suguru, someone is in the house.” You plead. He only rolls his eyes as he shuffles around in bed. 

“You’re fine-” His eyes widen as the door slams open, a tall man standing in the wake.

“Geto Suguru, it’s nice to finally meet you.” His grin is wicked and you crawl closer to Suguru out of fear.

“It’s not smart breaking into my house, you know.” He grabs at your form and pulls you up. Curses forming behind the estranged man as Geto frowns. 

“Personal preference really. I don’t get why people consider you that strong.” The man shrugs as he gets closer and you flinch as a punch flies past your face. One of his many curses attach to the mans fist. 

“Pathetic. At least I know I need to replace the lock.” Geto rolls his eyes as the man screams in agony, his head exploding from the pressure of the curse.

“Are you okay darling?” Geto bends down to run his hand across your cheek, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to your warnings before. I’ll be more observant for you.” He leaves another peck as he sets you down against the plush pillows of the bed. 

“Give me a moment to clean up and we can cuddle, okay?” 

You only nod as you shake from the violent attack. You knew you were always safe with him but that didn’t make you worry any less. But at the end of the day, you still had him.

“Okay.” You lean in to give him one more kiss as he goes to clean up the ‘leftovers’.

Nanami : 

  You were cradled in Nanami’s arms as you heard rustling around. Nanami gripped tighter at you as the noises became louder. 

“Kento..” You mumbled out. His soft snores filled the room as you tried to wake him up. You squirmed around in his arms trying to get his attention. A scream left your lips as a harsh knock on the bedroom door filled the silence.

Nanami whipped straight up, gripping at his cleaver that sat on the bedside table. 

“Y/N what’s wrong?” He placed a quick kiss against your forehead as another knock sounded at the door. You gave him a scared look and he squeezed your hand.

“Nanami, are you there? I just got done giving Megumi his gift so if you could open up..!” Gojo’s voice filled the silence and you let out a giant sigh. Of course it was Gojo.

“Gojo, what are you thinking sneaking into peoples houses at 3 am. Regardless of time there is a thing called privacy.” Nanami swung the door open, berating the special grade as he started to push him out. Gojo gave you a thumbs up as he sat the gift bag on the chair and continued to struggle against the blondes hold.

“Try the lemon flavor Y/N! I think you will like it!” Gojo calls out as Nanami shuts the door on his face and sighs. He comes back over to the bed, his face worn down as he falls into his pillow. You couldn’t help but laugh at the buffoonery that unfolded.

“Ken are you okay?” You rubbed at his back. He only groaned as he peeked up from the comfort of the bed.

“Can we pretend that never happened?” 

Todo : 

Todo’s face was buried against your chest as he snored. You ran your fingers through his hair as you continued to mindlessly scroll through your phone. You heard noises creaking against the floorboards which attracted your attention.

“What the hell?” You pushed the large man off your chest and stood up to go check out the noise. 

“Huh..? Y/N..” Todo’s hand yanked you back towards the bed, his eyes pleading for you to continue cradling him. 

“There’s someone there Aoi. You have to let me check.” You push his hands away much to his dismay and move to leave the bedroom. His body moves quicker than yours, ripping away at the door.

“Is someone there!?” 

There was a scuttle from a thief grabbing at some of your belongings, his hands flying up as Todo stomped through the hall.

“How dare you ruin my time with Y/N?! I am disgusted!” Todo grabs the thief by his shirt and tears open the window. 

“Todo, the vase!” You screech as your vase teeters and he throws the man out the window, grabbing the nice china in time.

“Stupid. Now let’s go back to the bedroom.” He dusts himself off as he grabs you with one arm and makes his way back into the room.

“Maybe we should check the door..” You gasp against his tight hold as you try to process what just happened.

“The door should try and check me!” He gloats as he places you gently on the bed, still worked up from having his precious time taken from him.

Sukuna : 

    Your body slid in the sheets as you felt hands gripping at your face. Your eyes slowly opened and adjusted to see the beast on top of you. 

“What-” You struggled to speak as his hand pushed your cheeks together.

“Such pretty lips. All for me?” He grinned as you smacked his chest. Sadly this was a recurring theme with the two of you. Whenever Yuji lost control you always somehow had Sukuna trailing close behind you. And although you weren’t particularly happy waking up to such intrusions, you didn’t mind it either.

“Cmon.” Your voice is garbled as he pets your skin and grins.

“No scream for the intruder? I’m disappointed.” He slaps your cheek lightly, not enough to harm you but just enough to wake you up.

“You’re a piece of shit.” You roll your eyes as he chuckles and pulls you flush against him.

“You like it.”

Choso : 

“Baby.. there’s something outside.” Your eyes barely peek above his arm as you hear the scratching at the window. Choso just groaned and pulled you tighter into his embrace.

“It’s okay. Just sleep..” His voice was hoarse as he patted your head. You couldn’t help but still feel anxious, tugging at him to wake up.

“Please..” You jolted as another harsh slap hit the window. Choso sat up and made an annoyed face.

“Who would be stupid enough to come here?” He stomped out of the bed and over to the window. He ripped at the curtains and opened the window. 

“You think it’s funny-” Choso starts only to get backhanded by the tree arm that had apparently been smacking the window. Your eyes widened as he wiped at his face, turning to see you laughing hysterically. He let out a small laugh as he rolled his eyes.

“Glad to see you’re not worried anymore.” He slides back into bed, pulling you flush against him. 

“Baby you didn’t close the window.”

“Really..”

Megumi : 

  Your body rested against Megumi’s as you both cuddled against the sheets. It was a cold night and the heater was all but broken. One of your hands rubbed at the fur of the black dog coating you like a blanket while the other rubbed through your boyfriend's hair.

There was a ruckus from downstairs, your body jolting at the sudden noise. The dog seemed to notice as well, sitting up and growling, ready to protect you and Megumi.

“There’s something..” You pushed against your boyfriend and he slowly wiped the sleep out of his eyes. You arms circled around him as his shinigami jumped down from the floor and went to go sniff out said intruder.

“If someones there we will know. Don’t worry.” Megumi stretched as he tried to get into action. He jostled himself out of the comfy position and opened the door. 

“Really.” His voice was deadpan as the dog came back into the room and jumped on you, unfazed. You were confused - there had to be someone if Megumi was talking.

“Hello dearest son! I brought sweets! Oh and hello Y/N!” Gojo gives a wave as he holds a giant bag out.

“Get out.” Megumi rolls his eyes as he pushes the bag away and shuffles the sorcerer back through the house. You could only chuckle at the interaction and hope that Megumi would tell him to knock next time.

[myheroacademiashorts]

"Shut Up, I'm Trying to Ask You Out."

Katsuki Bakugo wasn't sure exactly when it started, but he was pretty sure he hated your guts.

It started during the first few days of school. You turned towards him, desk only a foot away from his, and smiled so brightly that it made his chest hurt. He thought he was sick, and after a useless trip to the nurse's office, found himself at the peak of health. It happened again not too long after, when you laughed at Dunce Face's stupid joke. He had felt his chest again, as well as a rush of heat to his ears. And the symptoms continued for months, still persisting. There was only one explanation to these weird reactions.

Katsuki hated you so much that it made his body react, too.

He glowered at you from across the classroom, watching you toss your head back as laughter spilled from your lips. One of your hands was grasping onto Dumb Hair's arm, and the sharp-toothed red head didn't seem to be complaining about it one bit. "Tch." Katsuki clicked his tongue, feeling that familiar pang once more before turning his gaze towards the window.

"Getting jealous again, are we?" Raccoon Eyes nudged his arm, wiggling her eyes between him and you.

"Hell no. What would I be jealous about? Over some shitty nobody? Yeah, right." Despite having just averted his gaze, Katsuki's ruby eyes tracked you down once more. You had removed your hand - thank hell - but instead of seeing your turned away face, the hot-headed boy met your steady gaze. He held it for a moment, and you titled your head at him. Almost curiously. Then you smiled, and that awful thump happened again. He turned back to the window, grinding his teeth together.

Yup. There was no better explanation. He really, really didn't like you.

And with all of his great fuckin' luck, he just had to have been caught "staring" at you by his "friends."

"Oh, to be young and in love!" Dunce Face dramatically pressed his hand to his forehead, swaying from side to side before falling gracefully into Racoon Eyes' arms. "Kiss me, Bakugou!" He said in a false falsetto, followed by a series of kissing noises. The pair erupted into giggles and shrieks as Katsuki sent a warning glare in their direction.

"I'm not in love. I hate her, remember?"

Racoon Eyes shook her head, propping herself up from the ground. "That's what you think. Have you ever even thought about the possibility that you might... gasp... have a crush?"

Katsuki didn't respond, only grumbling incoherently as he stared down at the book in his hands. It was supposed to be a study session, with Katsuki on the couch and the two idiots sitting in front of him, their homework splayed out on the coffee table in a jumbled mess.

"C'mon, Mina. That would mean Bakugo has a hear- ow." Dunce Face rubbed the back of his head, still registering that he was just smacked with Katsuki's heavy book. "Hey, you'll regret that."

Katsuki grinned. "Yeah? I'd like to see you fuckin' try."

Dunce Face's attention flitted elsewhere, and that dumb grin spread across his face. He held up his hand. "Y/N! Just in time! Come join us!"

Katsuki froze, eyes narrowing. "Stop fucking with me, Sparky. We both know you-re just-"

He felt your hands on his shoulders first, then the smell of your perfume. It was fruity and sweet, like some kind of strawberry shortcake. "Hey! Are you guy's studying? I'd love to join, if that's okay!"

He couldn't do anything. His mouth had dried up, body frozen as it tried to catch up with his brain. His breath caught in his throat. When your hands lifted from his shoulders, he almost sighed out of disappointment. Him. Out of all people. And it hit him like a truck that maybe, just maybe, those two damn idiots might've been right. For the first and last time in their lives.

You didn't wait for a response, instead hopping over the couch cushions and sitting beside Katsuki. He couldn't even look at you straight, only sparing you a side-glance and offering a mumbled "what's up."

What's up? He doesn't ever say stuff like that, and his ears began to burn. His two so-called friends exchanged a look. You didn't seem to notice, instead leaning closer to Katsuki to get a better look at his book. "Hey! What are you studying? Literature? That's one of my favorite classes."

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and his breath caught in his throat as he finally looked at your face as you stared down at the book in his hands.

You were beautiful. He always knew, deep down, you were pretty. But it hit him so much harder when you were right beside him, eyes glittering as they studied something, pink lips curling into a soft and natural smile. You were so different compared to him; soft, polite, understanding. He was an ass.

Your eyes moved upwards, and he quickly averted his gaze, hoping you didn't catch him staring. Racoon Eyes cleared her throat. "You know, I think I forgot that book in my room. Right, Kaminari? Didn't you forget yours, too?"

"Huh? No, I have it right-"

"KAMINARI. Didn't. You. Forget. It?"

Those two brain cells of his finally rubbed together. "Oh! Oh yes, I did. Darn! Let's go together to grab our books, Mina! We'll be right back!" Dunce Face was robotic, standing up and marching out of the living room towards the dorms. Racoon Eyes was right on his heels, sparing a thumbs-up at Katsuki before disappearing behind the doorframe.

"Damn idiots."

"Yeah, sometimes. But that's what makes them fun, right?"

Katsuki snapped his head to you, eyes wide. That may have been the meanest thing he had ever heard you say, and that was saying a lot. "Uh... Yeah, I guess. Sometimes."

"So, while we're waiting for them, what do you want to talk about?"

You had the ball in his court, and Katsuki wasn't sure how to play. He felt clammy and weird, his chest doing that weird thing again. Except this time, it was worse. It felt like his heart was working overtime."You had the ball in his court, and Katsuki wasn't sure how to play. He felt clammy and weird, his chest doing that weird thing again. Except this time, it was worse. It felt like his heart was working overtime.

"Oh, maybe that wasn't the best way to start. Sorry, I'm just nervous." You smiled sheepishly, scratching at your cheek and moving your eyes elsewhere.

"Nervous? Why?"

"Well... We don't really talk too much with one another, right? I was just trying to learn more about you, I guess."

You wanted to know more. About him.

"I like spicy food." Katsuki blurted out. He didn't really think about the words, just letting them escape mindlessly. "I like food so spicy that it hurts. I used to make this hot curry for my mom and dad, and one time my dad couldn't get past the first bite because he complained it was going to burn off his taste buds. But I called bullshit."

The silence only stretched for a few seconds, but to Katsuki, it felt like an eon. Then, you laughed. It was the first time you had ever laughed at something he said. Not Dunce Face, not Hair-For-Brains. Him. Katsuki Bakugo. It was like bells, light and airy. Soon, he was chuckling beside you. Your laugh was contagious.

"I also like spicy food, but maybe not that spicy. I also really like sweet stuff."

"Like strawberries?"

You tilted your head at him. That curious tilt. "Yeah! How did you know? That's my favorite."

"You smell like strawberries."

Oh shit. Oh, fuck. That sounded so weird, and by the time the words registered in Katsuki's brain, they had already left his lips. And now you heard them too, and you also probably thought he was weird, and shit fuck god damnit-

"Oh! You have a really great sense of smell! It's a new shampoo. I think you're the first to point it out!"

"Yeah, it's pretty fucking strong. It smells good, though! I wasn't saying you smelt bad or anything like that, just that it was the first thing I noticed when you came up. Shit, not that I'm saying I sniff you or something fucking weird like that, just-" Katsuki was stuck rambling, and he wished for lightning to strike him down.

You placed a hand on his arm, and Katsuki zipped right up. "Hey, that's amazing that you noticed that! Honestly, you have a scent too. But yours isn't strawberries. Sorry to burst your bubble." Now you were joking with him. You started giggling at your own joke, and Katsuki wanted to bury his face in his hands to hide the redness spreading across his cheeks. How were you so goddamn cute?

"Damn. Don't know how I'll survive." He sounded too dry, but you didn't seem to mind as you graced him with your laughter. And then, something popped up in his brain. If he did have a "crush", then maybe he should just...

"Hey, have you heard of that new cafe that just opened last week? It's supposed to have a whole strawberry menu. Or some shit like that. Seasonal thing or whatever."

You perked up, eyes having that familiar sparkle. "Really? That sounds amazing! Maybe I can ask Mina and Jiro to come with me, or even Uraraka. She'd probably love it, too!"

Katsuki deflated, but only a bit. "Yeah, those are good ideas. But I bet someone else might wanna go with you."

"Oh, yeah? I guess it wouldn't be nice to leave Kirishima out, since he likes strawberries, too. Or maybe you mean Sero? He always talks about trying new foods. Oh! How about..." You were rambling now, listing off classmates to join you. But the only one you never mentioned was Katsuki. And it was starting to frustrate him. He kept his cool, up until you just had to mention-

"Midoriya could come, too! He's always so-"

"Hell, will you please shut up? I was trying to ask you out on a date!"

It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Your eyes widened, mouth dropping open in shock as you just... stared at him. And Katsuki Bakugo quickly realized he fucked up. "God damnit, I didn't mean to yell at you. Fuck, I was just trying to-"

"Yes. Yes, I'll go with you."

He snapped his neck so quickly towards you, he was surprised it didn't break. "What? Really?"

"Katsuki. Of course, I'll go with you. I think it would be really fun. And I was being honest when I said I wanted to get to know you better."

"Oh... Okay. Great. That's great."

You glanced around the room. "How about now?"

"Now? Hell yeah. Let's go. Fuck the study group."

Katsuki bolted out of his seat a bit too excitedly, and you stifled back a grin. No need in embarrassing him. You pushed yourself up, grabbing his arm once more. "C'mon. Dessert's on me today. But I'll expect you to pay for both of us next time."

Next time. You were already planning for a next time before the "this time" had begun. Katsuki couldn't stop his grin, standing up a bit straighter. "I think I can deal with that. Let's go. We don't have all day."

It wasn't until weeks later that Katsuki actually asked you out. Officially. But it only took him a day to find out that Kaminari and Mina had made a bet about the first date, with Mina declared the winner. Let's just say her winnings benefitted Katsuki more than her.

Especially since he ended up taking the cash for himself and your guy's second date. Thanks, Mina.

[andvys]

We'll burn the sky | part fifteen

Warnings: mentions of drugs and alcohol, drug abuse and addiction, loss of a parent, mentions of cheating, past trauma, angst, fluff

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!Fem!reader

Summary: Your Christmas ends up being better than you thought it would.

Word count: 12k+

Author's note: Big thank you to my besties, @littledemondani @mysticmunson & @corrodedcorpses you always help me so much with your amazing ideas, thank you&lt;3

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Before Eddie, you have never cried as much as you did in the past few weeks, in fact, you don’t remember when you cried the last time before you met him. You always considered yourself emotionally stable and strong, maybe it was wishful thinking or maybe it was the actual truth, maybe the emotional stability only lasted for a while or maybe it was never there and you just pretended that you were something that you were not. 

You tried to stay strong for yourself. You tried to keep the tears from falling but you couldn’t. 

So much has happened. Every time you thought that it couldn’t get worse, it got so much worse. 

The moment you laid your eyes on that article, you knew your peace was over. The life you knew was over. Everyone knows what happened to your dad and now everyone thinks that you are just the same. 

A wreck. 

A drug addict, an alcoholic, a careless girl who ends up tangled in the sheets with just about anyone. 

Whoever said those horrible things about you? 

“It’s alright, darling,” Wayne says as he rubs your back, letting you cry in his arms, “let it all out, I’m here.” 

You sniffle, trying not to sob, it’s humiliating enough to be seen like this, you hate crying in front of other people. 

You hear the passing cars, the bell over the door in the gas station, the whirring sound of the vending machine next to the telephone booth and Wayne’s soothing voice.

His embrace is just as comforting as Eddie’s, he hugs you in a similar way he does. His arms are wrapped around you protectively and he holds you for as long as you need him to. 

Your tears keep falling as you cry. 

As though the pain of losing your dad was not bad enough, you have been hit by more and more. Now you begin to understand what he had felt like.

Your shoulders are shaking and your tears are staining his jacket, if he notices, he doesn’t seem to mind. 

Once your sniffles quiet down and your tears fall less, you slowly pull away from his embrace. Wiping your tears, you look down at the black stains on your hand. You must look like a racoon right now. 

Your bottom lip is quivering, though you are not sure whether it’s from the cold or the sob that tries to crawl up inside of you. You blink, trying to keep the tears away that are burning in the back of your eyes. You raise your head slowly, looking at his jacket that is stained with tears and mascara stains. 

“I-I’m sorry, I ruined your jacket,” you mumble. 

Wayne places his hand on your shoulder, eying you with concern in his eyes. 

“It’s not ruined, it’s alright,” he says with a sad smile, “do you want to talk about what happened?” He asks, “you don’t have to but I’m here if you need someone to listen,” he adds. 

You feel guilty and bad. Not wanting to be a burden, you go to shake your head but instead you look down at the magazine. Your chest feels burdened by pain. 

Wayne follows your gaze, he looks down at the magazine. You hand it over to him, he glances at you one more time before he takes it from your hand. His brows are furrowed as he looks down, it takes him a moment to comprehend the words on the article before his eyes widen and a shocked look takes over his face. 

You dig your nails into your palms and cross your arms over your chest, looking away, you bite your lip as you feel yourself shivering. The cold wind bites your skin harshly and by the look of the darkened sky, you can tell that the weather is about to get worse. 

“Jesus christ,” Wayne mumbles. 

“I-It’s uh… it’s the truth,” you say, no longer feeling the need to lie, “what they say about him.” 

He looks at you with sorrow and sadness in his eyes. There is pain behind your eyes, he had seen it the first time he met you but there is so much more than that now, there is heartbreak and fear. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he says, not knowing how to comfort you. Wayne was never very talkative, he cannot comfort you with words but by the look on your face, he can tell that your mind is somewhere else anyways, you don’t need words, you need to feel comfort. 

This day is horrible enough for you already but it had gotten so much more awful. 

“I-I didn’t want anyone to know,” you whisper, “they weren’t supposed to remember him like this.” 

“Hey, people loved him, they still will,” he says softly. 

You try to give him a smile but you can only imagine how miserable it looks.

The wind picks up and the snowflakes hit your cold skin harshly. 

“I-I should go,” you mumble, feeling guilty for burdening him this way. 

“You think I’ll let you stay at the motel by yourself today?” 

“It’s okay, really.”

“No, no one should spend Christmas by themselves, least of all you, kid. Come on, you can stay with us, Eddie will be happy to see you.” 

You shake your head, digging your hands into the pockets of your jacket, “I don’t want to intrude.” Eddie didn’t invite you, he doesn’t want you around. 

“Nonsense,” he sighs, waving his hand, “been meaning to ask if you want to spend Christmas with us, now come on.” 

You can’t say no to him, not when he insists for you to spend the day with them. Wayne leads you to his truck and as you settle in the passenger seat and take the magazine back, your tears begin to fall again when you look at the picture of your dad. 

Wayne doesn’t hesitate to hand you the clean napkins that he grabbed too many of when he and Eddie got burgers this week before his shift. You thank him as you reach for one, wiping away the tears. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“What are you apologizing for?” He asks in confusion. 

“I’m a mess.” 

He chuckles sadly, the look in his eyes is one of empathy. He pats your back, “aren’t we all a bit of a mess?” 

A breathy chuckle falls from your lips, you nod in agreement. 

“Can you stop by the motel?” You ask after a few minutes of silence, “I got something for Eddie.” 

“Of course.” 

-

“Henry Creel?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Dude, that guy is like.. scary,” Gareth mumbles. 

“Yeah well, according to her, Henry is the nicest guy ever,” Eddie mumbles in annoyance as he leans back on the soft couch in Gareth’s basement, the one they have started practicing in before they moved it to the garage when Corroded Coffin became more serious. 

“She has an interesting taste in men,” Gareth says, “first we got you, a nerdy rockstar, then we got Steve, the rich, handsome babysitter and then we got Creel, scary, creepy Creel.” 

“He is not her type, dude!” Eddie says as he straightens up, rolling his eyes at his friend, “they were just talking.” 

The thought of you flirting with another man, being into someone other than him and well, Steve, makes him feel more jealous than before. 

“Yeah, I have no doubt that they were flirting, that guy might be a creep but I heard that he is very charming with the ladies.” 

Eddie scrunches his face up, “what?” 

“Do you remember Rose?” 

“The girl you had a crush on?” 

“Yeah–”

“The one you threw up on, at your graduation party?” 

Gareth rolls his eyes but he snorts, “yeah, that one.” 

Eddie barks out a laugh, burying his face in his hand as he thinks back to that night. 

“You threw up all over her ugly shoes–”

“Dude, shut up! I’m trying to tell you a story,” he exclaims as he throws one of the pillows at him. Eddie dodges it, laughing. 

“Alright, alright, keep going.” 

Gareth nods, “Rose has a sister named Daisy–” 

“Rose has a sister named Daisy? Who calls both of their kids after flowers?” Eddie asks in confusion. 

Gareth glares at him for interrupting him yet again. Eddie holds his hands up in surrender, shutting his mouth, he leans back again, “continue.” 

“Thanks,” Gareth sighs, shaking his head, “well, Daisy and Henry had a fling, apparently he’s super charming and sweet, but that’s probably an act,” he shrugs, “oh and she said she has a big dick.” 

Eddie raises his brows in surprise, “so he charms the ladies with his big dick?” 

“Yeah, kinda like Harrington. Only he is a princess compared to Creel, that guy is still a creep.”

Eddie snorts at that.

“Well, he didn’t charm my girl,” Eddie mumbles. 

“Oh, your girl?” Gareth nods with a teasing look in his eyes. 

“Yeah.” 

You are his girl, no matter what. 

When he found you with Henry last night, he felt sick with worry, especially when he saw the state you were in. No matter how much alcohol you have had before, he had never seen you like that. Your pupils were widened and you looked like a mess, your dizziness only added to his worry. 

For a moment he feared that he had put something in your drink but you sobered up a little when he brought you back to the motel.

Gareth opens his mouth to speak but gets interrupted when the door is slammed open and someone rushes down the stairs, both men straighten up when they meet Jeff’s shocked expression. 

“Have you seen this?” He asks in panic. 

Eddie gets up, a frown making it’s way on his face. 

“Wren called me, she was crying on the phone because she couldn’t reach her, I went to check up on her but she wasn’t there.” 

Eddie furrows his brows as he stares at his friend in confusion, “Jeff, w-what are you talking about?” 

Jeff says your name and hands Eddie the magazine that he was holding. 

“Y/n?” He mumbles as he feels an instant worry washing over him. Eddie looks down, his eyes fall on the cover of the magazine. His breath hitches in his throat and his brown eyes widen with shock. Immediately, he flips to the page, finding pictures of you and your parents on both sides. 

“What the..” His words get caught in his throat and a sick feeling settles in the pit of his stomach. 

An insider claiming, “She is destructive when she’s drunk or high, sleeping with whoever comes her way and snorting whatever comes up in her hands. It’s not surprising, given she’s the one who found her father dead on the ground with heroin in his arm, only time will tell if she breaks the curse.” 

“What the fuck,” Gareth mumbles as he comes up beside Eddie to read the article. 

Eddie feels like throwing up, his face is so pale, Jeff worries that he might just faint. 

“That’s bullshit!” Gareth mutters, “she doesn’t do that!” 

“Yeah well, an insider made all that shit up for whatever reason,” Jeff mumbles. 

Yeah, Eddie knows that you are not like that, that you don’t do any of those things but what about the part with your dad? What about him? Is that the truth? Is that why you reacted the way you did when Chrissy claimed that he uses drugs? Is that why you were so scared and worried? Because you feared to lose him the way you lost your dad? 

“Oh god,” Eddie whispers, holding his hand over his heart, he finds it racing. He is worried about you. 

“I gotta see her,” he says. 

Both Gareth and Jeff can see the fear in his eyes, the worry and the sickness on his face. 

“She’s not at the motel.” 

“M-Maybe she’s with Steve,” Eddie mumbles and for the first time, he actually hopes that you are with him. 

“Gareth! There’s someone on the phone for you!” His mother yells from upstairs. 

“Alright mom!” 

Eddie watches his friend picking up the receiver of the phone he always kept in the basement. He stares at him, watching him talk to whoever it is on the line, he only watches his lips move, no sound reaches him. 

Jeff steps closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, he asks him if he is okay. Eddie only nods, without registering his words. 

“Eddie,” Gareth calls for him, holding the receiver out to him, “it’s Sam, he wants to talk to you.” 

Nodding, he walks over to Gareth and grabs the receiver. Greeting the man with a shaky voice. 

“Please tell me that you know where she is. I’ve been trying to reach her phone at the motel all morning but she is not picking up.”

Eddie knows that Sam cares about you, taking on the father role of your dad after he had passed. His voice is filled with worry. 

“I-I don’t know where she is, I’m sorry,” he mumbles, “I saw her last night.” 

“Did you see the article?” 

“Yes, is it true?” Eddie asks anxiously, “the things they said about her dad?” 

“Yes.” Sam answers in his hesitation. 

Eddie takes in a sharp breath, closing his eyes, he puts his hand on his forehead. His heart breaks for you. You loved your dad, finding him like this must have been a nightmare, he can only imagine what you have felt like. 

“I have to find her–”

“Is she using again?” 

Eddie’s whole body tenses up, he opens his eyes, staring at his reflection in the small mirror on the wall, all color fades from his face, his heart drops to his stomach. 

Is she using again? 

Is she using again?

“W-What?” He manages to croak out. 

“Is she using drugs again?” 

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks with his wavering voice. “S-She’s not, she’s not using anything, Sam. We’re together all the time, she barely even drinks. W-what do you mean again?” 

Sam hesitates, he sighs. Eddie knows that he won’t get any answers but once again, he is sick with worry. 

“Do me a favor, find her please and tell her to give me a call.” 

The line gone’s dead and Eddie continues to stare at himself in the mirror. Confused and shocked, he keeps holding the receiver even after Sam hung up the phone. He needs to find you. He needs to know what Sam meant by that. 

Slamming the receiver in it’s place, he picks up his jacket and puts it on hastily and reaches for the magazine again. 

“I’m gonna call you later,” he mumbles before he rushes up the stairs and out of the house, determined to find you. 

His heart is racing, it’s filled with fear. Eddie hasn’t felt this anxious in a long time and it only gets worse when he can’t find you anywhere. 

Everything begins to make sense when Eddie remembers how worried Sam was before you left for tour.

'Kid reminds me too much of her dad.'

Now he understands it, his worry. Your reactions whenever it came to the topic of drugs.

-

It feels weird to be back at the trailer, memories of the night with Eddie and Steve flood your mind but you quickly push the thoughts away, not wanting to think of that right now. 

You sit by the small table, a blanket around your shoulder to warm you up from the cold. Your hands are wrapped around the warm mug that Wayne handed you earlier. The radio is on, some Christmas song is playing. You look out the window, watching the snow fall harder than before. The dark clouds make everything appear like it’s early in the evening, a few lights around the trailer are on. 

Wayne made sure that you are alright, he showed you to the bathroom so you could freshen up after you cried off all the mascara. He offered to make you lunch but you settled for coffee, not feeling very hungry. The hangover was long forgotten, the magazine is what’s making you feel sick, right now. 

“Is this what a snowstorm looks like?” You ask, breaking the silence between you. 

Wayne looks up from the newspaper, glancing at you before he looks out the window, “no, you’ll see an actual snowstorm later. There was a blizzard warning, we’ll probably be snowed in till monday again, it happened last year too.” 

“I should probably go then,” you say, not wanting to intrude and stay here for longer than necessary. You don’t want to make him or Eddie uncomfortable. 

Wayne gives you a disapproving look, shaking his head. 

“You’re crazy if you think I’ll let you out there right now.”

“But–”

“You won’t have any food there and I’m pretty sure the heaters will stop working at that shitty motel.” 

“I’m not sure if Eddie wants me here,” you mumble. 

Wayne looks dumbstruck at your words, he takes his reading glasses off, placing them on the table, he leans back in his chair and stares at you, curiosity swimming in his eyes.

Before he can ask you the question he has been meaning to ask, the door is slammed open and a scared looking Eddie rushes in. His eyes are glassy, his brows are knitted together, his shaky voice calls out to his uncle. He closes the door behind him, having yet to notice you sitting there. 

You and Wayne turn to look at him, both staring at him with raised brows. 

“Wayne, I need to– she’s gone and I don’t know, I–” his words get caught in his throat and his eyes widen when he finally sees you. A mix of emotions takes hold of him. Relief, sadness and anger?  

He whispers your name, tears blurring his vision. 

You place the mug on the table, letting the blanket fall to the chair as you rise to your feet. An instant wave of comfort and calmness wash over you when you lock eyes with him. 

Eddie rushes towards you, not bothering to take his snowy boots or jacket off first. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around you and pull you into his arms. Almost all the tension disappears the moment he feels your warm body in his. He closes his eyes and hugs you tightly. 

Tears swim in your eyes the moment you feel yourself relaxing into his arms. 

You feel safe and protected. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head. “I’m so so sorry.” 

He hears your quiet sniffle and his heart breaks. If he could take your pain, he would. 

“I’m here.” 

And that’s all that matters to you. Eddie. He is all that matters to you.

Wayne watches the two of you. A moment so bittersweet it makes his heart ache. Had this been a happy moment, he could smile but knowing how much pain you are both in, fills him with pain too. 

Eddie holds you for a moment, giving you the reassurance that you need, telling you that he is here for you, no matter what. 

“I need to talk to you,” he says. Kicking his shoes and jacket off, he leads you into his room, closing the door behind him, he almost forgets what he wanted to ask you in the first place when he sees you in his room for the first time. 

Your eyes are puffy, red rimmed and glassy. You look small and vulnerable. It hurts him to see you like this. He can tell that your mind is running wild and by the way you are looking at him with uncertainty and fear in your beautiful eyes, he already knows that you think you are not welcome here. 

You wrap your arms around yourself, your hands are shaky and you dig your nails into your waist as you look up at him like a child that is about to get scolded. Gone is the wild girl that he had gotten to know, the fearless and confident young woman that seemed unreachable. All he sees is a heartbroken girl that wanted nothing but to be loved. 

God, how could he ever hurt you? 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t want to ruin your Christmas. I’m gonna leave, you don’t–” 

“Sweetheart,” Eddie frowns. He steps in front of you, cupping your cheeks, he tucks your hair behind your ear, he caresses your cheek softly. 

“Shut up,” he whispers, “I spent the past two hours searching for you. What makes you think that I don’t want you here?” 

You shrug. 

“I want you here, I wanted you to spend Christmas with us, I wanted to ask you last night but you disappeared and then, well you know.” 

“You want me here?” You ask softly. 

“Yeah, of course.”

“You saw it?” You ask with a voice so small, it’s almost unrecognizable.

He nods. 

“I was looking for you everywhere, you had me worried sick, sweetheart,” he whispers. 

He went to Steve first, worrying him too when he found out about the magazine and you missing. He makes a mental note to give him a call later. He called Robin and then Nancy from the telephone booth at the gas station. He stopped by the hideout and at lovers lake, you were nowhere. For a moment he feared that you had gone to Henry Creel for something, he knows that he sells weed and other things. 

The last place he expected to find you was his trailer but he is so relieved. 

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispers, “about your dad, about this whole thing.” 

Your bottom lip quivers and he can tell that you are trying not to cry. 

“I-It’s okay.” 

“No it’s not, it’s not okay. It’s fucked up, that’s what it is. I’m gonna kill the asshole that wrote this–”

“Eddie,” you sigh. 

“You gotta call Sam, he is worried about you.” 

Oh. 

Fear crosses your eyes and it makes his heart drop again. He knows why. 

“I-I’m not using drugs, Eddie,” you whisper, shaking your head, “I’m not doing what they said about me.”

“I know you’re not doing any of that.” 

You are not using drugs, you are not sleeping around, you are not destructive. He knows all of that. But he doesn’t know about your past, he wants to know but not yet, you are not in the right state of mind to answer the questions that have been running through his mind. 

He pulls you into his arms again, closing his eyes and breathing in your scent. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “I’m so worried about you.” 

It eases the pain a little and softens your heart. 

“I’ll be okay.” It’s a lie, you both know it. You are not prepared for what is about to come when you go back on tour next week but you try not to think about it now. 

“B-But what they said about him, it’s true.” 

The pain in your voice, the shakiness and the tears that continue to fall break his heart. You have been through too much. 

“I found him the way they said I did, I found him, Eddie.” 

He closes his eyes, he hugs you tighter. He can imagine how helpless and scared you must have felt that night. 

“I-It was too late, he was gone and I couldn’t.. I couldn’t help him.” 

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispers, blinking away his own tears. 

He can feel your body growing weaker as you cry harder, he pulls you along with him as he walks backwards, sitting down on his bed, he pulls you on his lap, you bury your face in the crook of his neck and let him hold you. 

“I’m always here for you, you know that right?” He whispers into your hair after a while. 

You nod against him. 

“No matter what, sweetheart.” 

“Thank you, Eddie,” you whisper, leaning your chin against his chest, you look up at him, admiring the way his curls are still so pretty, even after being out in this weather, “same goes for you.” 

He smiles and squeezes your arms. “I know, you’re an angel,” he whispers, cupping your cheeks, he caresses your cheek, “let me take care of you, please.” It’s all he wants, all he ever wanted. He wants to be there for you, he wants to be the one who gets to hold you, who gets to take care of you. 

His heart ached in his chest when he saw you drunk and so careless last night, the way you talked about yourself made him both sad and angry. You gave him a small glimpse of what is going on in your mind, it was only a small one and yet, it showed him how much pain you are hiding, how much distaste you have for yourself and he doesn’t even know why. You are the most perfect being in his eyes. 

Your heart flutters at his words, the look in his eyes is so soft. 

“Please,” he repeats. 

His care, his pleading eyes, his soft touch as he begs you to let him take care of you brings back the tears in your eyes. You are scared and he can see it so clear. You are scared to let him back in only to lose him again. 

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

You blink, trying to keep yourself together before you will break down again. 

“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere without you.” 

He can see your walls crumbling, the ones you have built up around you to shield yourself from him are slowly falling. 

“I’m with you, no matter what.” 

You whisper his name so brokenly, it almost makes him crumble. 

“I won’t ever leave you.”

You left people who hurt you before, they did nothing to stop you, they didn’t beg you to stay, they didn’t try to fix whatever they had broken, they let you go like you had meant nothing to them. 

People have left you, almost everyone that came into your life did and while it hurt, you accepted it, it just wasn’t meant to be but you can’t imagine a life without him. 

You need him. 

You need him to stay. 

You don’t want to see him walking away. 

You are scared to see it happening and yet, you find yourself breaking down and looking up at him with pleading eyes. 

“Please,” you whisper as you grip his shirt tightly in your hand, “I need you.” 

His heart melts and his eyes soften, he only pulls you closer until your chest is pressed against his. 

“Please don’t ever leave me, Eddie.” 

He doesn’t know whether to cry or to smile knowing that you still want him. But you are so scared, so afraid of watching him walk away from you. In that moment, he realizes why you didn’t want to give him a second chance, why you wanted him to stay away from you, why you wanted the distance so bad. You are scared of losing him in the end, you are scared of a life without him, you are scared that you won’t survive the heartbreak a second time and it breaks his heart. 

He cups your cheeks tighter, looking into your eyes intently. 

“I will never leave you, sweetheart.” 

You let him hold you for a while. You listen to his heartbeat, melting into his touch. He rubs your back and kisses the top of your head. 

You don’t know how many minutes pass in silence but you appreciate it, him and all of this. You feel safe, only in his arms. 

“Can you distract me, today?” You ask, “please?” 

“Of course, sweetheart,” he says. 

“Didn’t you say you like baking?”

“Yeah, why?” 

You look up at him, finding him staring at you already. 

“We should make chocolate cake,” he smiles. 

“You can bake?” You ask. 

He shakes his head, chuckling, “nope but you can.”

“Oh so you just wanna stand there and look pretty while I bake the cake?” 

“Exactly,” he says, squeezing your waist, his eyes flash with excitement knowing that you will spend the whole weekend with him. “I hope you don’t mind being stuck with me this weekend ‘cause there’s no way, I’m letting you go.” 

You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now. 

“I don’t mind if you don’t mind.” 

He scoffs, glaring softly, “never, sweetheart. If I could, I’d keep you with me all the time, I’d handcuff you to me,” he jokes. 

Raising your eyebrows, you look behind him, only now noticing the handcuffs on the wall. Your eyes widen and you can’t help but grow curious. 

“With those?” You ask, pointing behind him. 

He turns around to look at the wall, a smirk appearing on his face as he looks back at you, “sure but they are kind of uncomfortable.” 

“How do you know?” 

“I got arrested once.” 

You snort. He rolls his eyes playfully but he can’t help but smile. 

“By El’s dad?” 

“Yeah, Hopper.” 

Your eyes widen, “oh, I’d love to get arrested by him, he’s a hot dilf.” 

He frowns, furrowing his brows, “really?” He mumbles. 

“Yup,” you say, “wait, why did you get arrested though?” 

“I got caught stealing socks.” 

You can’t even help but giggle. Eddie raises his brows at you, lips tugging into a smile. Your giggle makes his heart flutter, he is happy to hear it, especially today. 

“Socks?” 

“Yeah, I didn’t have enough money and I really wanted some new socks,” he explains dramatically. 

You shake your head at him, “well, now you can buy endless socks, Eddie,” you say as you get off his lap. You look around the room you haven’t been in before. You eye the Corroded Coffin poster, it was their first ever design. The writing is still black and red, the way it was back then but the background is a faded black now. 

His room here is not much different from his room in LA, the only difference there is, is the mess in this one and the many posters he must have collected over the years, as a teen. A shirt is thrown over the speakers on his dresser, you pick it up, turning around to give him a pointed look, “you’re so messy,” you mumble, not paying much attention to the soft look in his eyes as he watches you. 

“Hellfire club,” you read, “oh, it’s the nerd club you told me about!” 

Eddie groans, clutching his chest dramatically, “nerd club? You wound me, darling.” 

Shaking your head, you snort at him. 

“You should wear it, since you’re a nerd too,” Eddie smiles. 

“Excuse me? Since when am I a nerd?” You scoff. 

“Since you told me that you played DnD with your cousin before,” he grins. He takes his jacket off, throwing it on his bed before he walks towards you. He leans against the dresser and crosses his arms over his chest, watching you with a smile on his face. 

You ignore him, distracted by the polaroid pictures on his dresser, your eyes light up, “oh my god, is that you as a kid?” 

He only recently found these old pictures again. He kept them in a box, far away from where he could see it but as he was cleaning his room and throwing some stuff out, he found the old shoebox again and couldn’t help himself but go through all these pictures that held so many memories, happy and sad ones. 

“Yeah,” he smiles sadly. 

“Can I?” You ask. 

He nods.

You reach for one, a smile tugs at your lips as you eye the picture. He was no older than five in this picture, his curls were wild back then already, brown eyes shining with his happiness as he looked up at the pretty woman who resembled him, his mom. 

Eddie never talked much about her, he only ever mentioned her death but not much else. You never pushed him to talk and he was very thankful for that. You understand him, you never talked much about your dad either, you both struggled to. 

“You were so cute,” you whisper as you trace the picture with your finger, “and she was so beautiful.” 

“She was,” Eddie smiles as he stares at the picture of his mother before his eyes move back to you. The sad smile and the soft look in your eyes tugs at his heart. He wishes that he could introduce you to his mom, you would have liked her. 

“She would’ve loved you,” he says with a sad look in his eyes. 

You turn to look at him, tears burn in the back of his eyes and you find something else other than sorrow and empathy in his eyes, understanding. You both lost a parent, one that you have loved with all your hearts, you were both left with the awful parent, the one that never cared for or loved you. 

Eddie understands you and you understand him. 

“My dad would’ve loved you too,” you whisper. 

He smiles at your words, he would have loved to meet him. 

You look back down, looking at the picture one more time before you place it back on the dresser, “you look just like her.” 

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “I’m glad I do, I would’ve hated myself if I looked anything like my dad.” 

“Oh, I should hate myself then cause I’ve been told that I look like my mother,” you say with a frown on your face that tells Eddie how upset you are with that woman. 

You do look like your mother, Eddie has seen the pictures of her and your dad from when they were still married. 

“No,” he mumbles, “don’t hate yourself, sweetheart. You have no reason to do so.” 

You don’t react to his words, you don’t look at him, for a moment, there is a distant expression on your face. You blink, smile turning upside down. You are deep in thought about something, something that surely has to do with your mother. 

You nod to yourself before you turn away. Exploring the rest of Eddie’s room without saying much. The mention of your parents must have brought you back to the magazine. Eddie doesn’t push you to talk, he knows when you need a moment to yourself and right now, it’s one of those moments.

He promises himself to make this day as good for you as possible. Wanting to give you better memories for this day, he knows that Christmas will always remind you of your dad, of this horrible night that happened years ago but he is determined to give you something special for this day. 

By the time you walk back into the living room, Wayne had lit up the Christmas lights that he and Eddie had hung up yesterday morning, ‘we haven’t used these lights in years, Eddie wanted to hang them up for you.’ Wayne had said when you complimented the decorations. Your heart softened, Eddie had already planned to ask you to spend Christmas with him and Wayne. 

You had to call Sam and Steve and your very hysterical best friend, Wren. It took some time calming both her and Sam down after they had read the article, both of them feared the worst. 

It warms your heart to know that there’s people who care about you but it isn't easy to convince them that you are okay when you’re actually really not okay.

You and Eddie baked the cake, well, you baked the cake, Eddie just sat back and watched you with a fond smile on his face. He even turned on some Christmas music which was surprising to both you and Wayne. 

‘Gotta bring in the real Christmas spirit.’ He joked. 

He only came to help when it was time to decorate the cake, eyes lighting up like the one’s of a happy child when you stepped aside and let him finish the cake. 

“Wanna try the frosting?” You ask as you hold the bowl with the leftover vanilla frosting. 

"Yes, please." 

Using the small spoon, you scoop some of the frosting on it before you bring it up to his lips, smiling at him as he tastes it.

“Oh shit, that’s good,” he moans. 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhmm,” he hums before he sticks his finger into the bowl, getting more of the frosting. 

“You have a spoon!” You exclaim. 

“Tastes better like this,” he chuckles, tapping your nose with the frosting on his finger. 

“Eddie,” you whine. 

His eyes flash with amusement as you roll your eyes at him, you raise your hand to wipe away the frosting but he beats you to it, licking it off his finger after wiping it off. 

“I’m just gonna put a shit ton of sprinkles on the cake,” he grins at you as he reaches for the small container of sprinkles. 

Placing the bowl on the table, you watch him. His curls frame his face perfectly, falling down to his shoulders, you notice how much it grew since the summer. Taking the scrunchie out of your hair, you step behind him and gather his hair, putting in a low bun. 

“What’re you doing?”

You can hear the smile in his voice. 

“Styling your hair,” you murmur, smiling when he sighs in content. 

Neither of you notice that Wayne has been taking pictures of you two the whole time you have been in the kitchen. The older man watching his nephew with a fond smile on his face as he looks at you with a shine in his eyes that he hasn’t seen in years. 

After what happened this morning, you didn’t expect this day to go so well. You were prepared for another bad Christmas, an even worse one this year due to the article but Eddie and Wayne were able to distract you from it all. 

You were able to forget about the article and your mom, even if just for a moment. 

You watched a Christmas movie, well, a Christmas horror movie since Eddie insisted on it. You watched both parts of silent night deadly night. Despite the wish for more space, you ended up snuggled against him, he had his arm wrapped around you and it was almost impossible not to fall asleep. 

Eddie adored every second, he got to spend with you like this. 

He was happy, for the first time in a long time, he felt at peace because you are willing to give him another chance, no longer running away from him or giving him the cold shoulder, which he admittedly deserves after the things he had done to you. 

After dinner and dessert, it was time for presents and you were staring at Eddie excitedly, already knowing what he ‘got’ for Wayne. He planned this a long time ago, what started off with a wish, finally became reality. 

A number 1 hit, touring across the country and throwing concerts almost every night, finally gave him the chance to afford something he never thought he would. 

No more food stamps, no more sleepless nights and worrying about bills they couldn’t afford to pay. Those days are over. Eddie can finally give his uncle a life he deserves. 

You lean your elbows on the table, cupping your cheeks, you raise your brows at Eddie, who gives you an exciting smile. 

“Alright, you’ll get the first present of the night, Wayne,” Eddie starts, unable to fight the smile off his face, “I wanted to take you somewhere but uh, the weather said no,” he chuckles as he gestures to the heavy snow that is falling outside. 

Wayne furrows his brows, tilting his head, “what do you mean, son?” 

“Uh,” Eddie mumbles, suddenly feeling nervous, he scratches the back of his neck, reaching for the small box, he slides it over to his uncle, “here.” 

Wayne raises his hand slowly, taking the box, he gives Eddie a look, a knowing and nervous one. 

“Open it,” Eddie says. 

The older man mutters something under his breath, giving his nephew another look before he focuses on the present, removing the wrapping paper, he furrows his brows at the small box, he opens it slowly, almost too slowly, as though he is nervous. When his eyes fall on the key, his eyes widen and he stares at it for a long moment before he raises his head to look at Eddie. 

“Ed, what..” He trails off, staring at his nephew with a shocked look in his eyes, “tell me, you didn’t.” 

“I did,” Eddie smiles proudly, “I promised you, didn’t I?” 

A long time ago, Eddie promised his uncle that he would buy him a house someday, he promised him a better life. 

Wayne huffs in disbelief, he blinks rapidly. He brings his hand up to his jaw as he looks down at the key. 

“It’s nothing big but it’s a house, not a trailer,” Eddie says, his eyes soften as he looks at his uncle, knowing that he is trying not to cry, “it’s a good area, Wayne. Cornwallis street to be exact and you’re minutes away from Lake Jordan.” 

“Eddie,” the older man sighs, “you didn’t have to.”

“Yes, I did. You gave me everything, Wayne. You didn’t have to but you did, I owe you so much.” 

Eddie couldn’t be more thankful, Wayne gave him things that his dad couldn’t give him. He raised him well, taught him things that he needed for his life, he gave him money whenever he needed it knowing that he would struggle at the end of the month but he didn’t care, he needed to know that his nephew was taken care of, that he had enough clothes, a full stomach, even if that meant that he went to sleep hungry. 

You look between them, your heart swells in your chest when you stare at Eddie. You grew up with money, you never had days when you had to worry about being kicked out of the house because your parents couldn’t afford the rent, you never went to sleep hungry, you had endless of toys and clothes. You never had to worry about the things that Eddie and Wayne had to worry about. You can only imagine how exciting and relieving it must be for Eddie to be able to give this to his uncle. 

“You don’t owe me anything, son.” 

Eddie shakes his head at his words, smiling at Wayne. 

“You literally still sleep on the fold out bed instead of taking the damn room for yourself.” 

“It’s your room, Eddie.” 

“Yeah well, you will finally have your own room, old man,” Eddie grins, patting his uncle on the shoulder, “it’s all I ever wanted, get you an actual house, you deserve better than this,” he says, gesturing to the trailer. 

“S’not that bad, Ed,” he frowns, “it’s home.” 

He is right, this is a home, not just a house or a place, this is home. Even to you it feels like that. 

“Well, you’ll get a new home, a better one.” 

Wayne shakes his head, still in shock about the present his nephew got him. 

“C’mere.” He gets up as Eddie does too, embracing each other in a hug, you look at them fondly. 

“Thank you,” Wayne says as he pats his nephew’s back, “you’re a good kid, Ed. You’re too good.” 

“You’re a good uncle, the best,” Eddie grins as he pulls back from the hug, “I can’t wait to show you the house.” 

After the initial shock, you gave Wayne your present. He looked just as surprised as he did before, not expecting you to give him anything. 

“It’s not much but it’s a little something,” you chuckle as you watch him open the envelope. 

“A little something?” He scoffs as he takes out the tickets. 

“Eddie told me that you had never been to Los Angeles so uh, I thought that you could come visit him when we’re back home. You can pick the date yourself,” you say, pointing to the tickets, “and, a little birdie told me that you’re not working on New Years Eve so I booked you a hotel room so you can come see us play in Chicago.”

You don’t see the look of surprise and love in Eddie’s eyes. To see you get along with his uncle makes him feel so grateful and happy. You and Wayne mean everything to him, to know that you like him so much means a lot to him. 

Wayne shakes his head with a smile on his face, “you’re spoiling me,” he says to the both of you, “you really didn’t have to, darling but thank you so much.” 

He gives you a warm hug and thanks you with a grateful smile on his face. 

“I got you something too, it doesn’t beat your presents but it’s a little something.”

Your eyes widen and you stare at the man in surprise as you sit back down, “oh no, you didn’t have to, getting to spend Christmas with you two is the best present.” 

Eddie’s eyes soften and Wayne chuckles, shaking his head, he smiles at you as he hands you a present wrapped in red and white paper. Both men see the excited look in your eyes, it makes them both smile harder. 

You unwrap your present, a giggle falling from your lips when you see the mug. It’s a light pink one with strawberries all over it, “that’s so cute!” You exclaim as you stare at it as though it’s the best present you had ever gotten, it makes both of them chuckle. 

“I love that so much, thank you!” 

“You’re welcome, kid,” he smiles, “but there’s something else.” 

Furrowing your brows, you look down, noticing another small present inside the mug. You can feel that it’s a necklace but as you unwrap it and your eyes fall on the black and purple guitar pick, you look up at the man, “that wasn’t meant for Eddie, was it?” You chuckle. 

He grins at you, shaking his head, “that goes with a present, he got for you.” 

Your lip twitches and you turn to look at Eddie with a curious smile. 

He looks excited and giddy. Jumping up from the chair, he walks away, rushing into his bedroom. You hear him shuffling around in his room, a few curse words echoing through the room when something tumbles to the ground , making both you and Wayne chuckle. 

He comes back, a large smile on his face as he holds something behind his back. 

“Alright rockstar, this is for you,” he grins, handing you the very badly wrapped present, it almost makes you laugh. You don’t have to guess what it is, it is obvious. 

“I-Is that a–”

“Unwrap it, sweetheart.” 

He hands you the present, his fingers brush against yours, your eyes lock for a moment. 

Eddie watches in anticipation, he sits back down, bouncing his knee as he stares at you with wide and exciting eyes. Your eyes grow bigger when you finally lay your eyes on the guitar you have practically fallen in love with when you had laid eyes on it all these months ago. 

“Eddie,” you gasp, unable to tear your eyes away from the beautiful electric guitar, you admire it, tracing the smooth wood with your fingertips. It’s black, adorned with dark purple color on the sides, “she’s pretty.” 

“How? It’s the one I saw in New York,” you mumble as you look up at Eddie. 

He shrugs, smiling at you, “I saw you staring at it every time we walked past that store,” he explains, “I got it when you went out to eat with Jeff and Gareth.” 

Your gaze softens, a warm feeling settles in your chest and your stomach. Your heart flutters. He got it for you all these months back? 

“How did I not see it, I’ve never seen you carry two guitar cases?” 

“I shipped it to Hawkins, I knew you’d spend Christmas with us,” he shrugs.

“Eddie,” you whisper, “I-I love it, thank you.” 

You place the guitar down, getting up, you step towards him, he opens his arms for you right away, pulling you into a hug. 

He closes his eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck, “I got more for you but you’ll get it later,” he whispers. 

“Thank you so much,” you whisper. Your voice is thick with emotions, Eddie knows that you are on the verge of tears. You kiss his cheek, thanking him once again before you take the attention away from you, practically shoving your present for him in his arms so you don’t start crying for all the love you are getting tonight. 

You got him a new shoulder strap for his guitar, adorned with bats that match his tattoos. New rings and a matching necklace that he excitedly puts on, right away. Hanging the strap over his shoulder, “I'm so excited to go back on tour,” he grins as he looks down at the guitar strap. 

“Thank you so much, sweetheart.” 

He plants a big kiss on your cheek, unaware of the big smile on his uncle’s face as he looks between the two of you. 

Wayne gifted Eddie a bunch of movies, a new bandana that Eddie had put around his wrist right away and a book he had wished for. 

You couldn’t be more thankful for both men, your day wouldn’t have turned out as well as it did if it wasn’t for them. 

-

You retreat to Eddie’s room after a few more drinks and a hot shower. Wearing one of his shirts and his boxers, you sit on the bed, flipping through the pages of the magazine you promised to throw away, you couldn’t help it. 

You stare at the pictures of your dad, the smile on his face that you haven’t seen in so long makes your heart hurt, you miss him so much. All that is left of him is his music, his pictures, his guitar that you kept and a letter you have yet to open. 

You take it with you, everywhere you go, you take the letter with you, hoping that you will finally find the courage to open it, to read it and get answers to why he did it but you are too afraid of the truth. 

The letter is tucked away in your suitcase at the lone motel. 

Your eyes fall on the pictures of your mother, your painfully beautiful mother. If only her personality was just as beautiful. She has always been awful to you, cold and distant to you and your dad. 

But you didn’t expect her to be this cold. 

“Are you ready to sleep in the comfiest bed– hey, you shouldn’t read that again.” 

You look up, your vision is blurred, you didn’t even notice the tears that have welled up in your eyes. 

Eddie’s eyes soften and he sighs, whispering your name. 

“I– yeah, you’re right,” you mumble, closing the magazine, you throw it to the ground and wipe away the tears, “I just wanted to see my dad.”

It hurts him to know how much you are suffering. 

“But I’m okay,” you say as you pull the blanket higher, leaning back against the comfy pillows, you give him a small smile. 

Eddie doesn’t say anything, opting to give you a smile that doesn’t even reach your eyes. He joins you on his bed, the smell of his aftershave and shampoo hitting your senses. He gets under the blanket, scooting a little closer to you but making sure to give you space. The shirt you are wearing is one of his favorites, you smell like him, having used his body wash and shampoo, it makes his heart flutter. 

You are here, in his room, in his bed, with him. 

“You look cute.” 

“Thanks,” you chuckle. 

He winks at you, turning his back to you, he reaches for something under his bed. 

You notice that something has changed about him and it isn’t just the hair that got longer, his shoulders got broader, arms more muscular than before. 

“Do you work out?” You blurt out. 

“Huh?” 

He looks at you in amusement, holding a box in his hands. 

“Y-You have muscles.” 

Eddie chuckles, “are you checking me out?” 

Your eye roll makes him laugh even more. 

The truth is, yes, he started working out. He found that it is a good outlet for his anger. A year ago, he would have drowned his emotions in alcohol and weed but he doesn’t want to do that anymore, he wants to be better than that, he wants to be better than his father. 

“Here, this is for you.” 

A box filled with things that you have wanted but never gotten was the last thing that you expected. Just like with the guitar, there’s things that you have never even spoken about. Eddie was there when you stared at that one necklace, he was there when you walked past that one store that sold polaroid cameras, he paid attention to the things you eyed for a little too long, he saw the glint in your eyes and without having to ask, he knew that you wanted them. 

He collected them over the months, preparing for Christmas. It filled him with excitement, every time you were busy, he went back to the stores you have passed to buy the things you wanted. 

He smiles as he watches you, his heart flutters in his chest when you put the necklace around your neck with an excited smile on your lips. 

You don’t know what to say, uttering a small ‘thank you’. A smile is all that he needs but you scoot closer to him, kissing his cheek before you lay your head on his shoulder. 

“Thank you for everything, I-I think this might have been my favorite Christmas.” 

His eyes flash with surprise and his heart tugs in his chest. He puts his arm around you, looking down at you with a fond smile on his face, “really?” 

“Yeah.” 

You drown out the horrible things that happened this morning, the horrible things that are yet to come thanks to whoever sold the story about your dad. You focus on Eddie, on the things he did for you, on the things he said to you, last night. 

‘We can start over, okay?’

You want it so bad. You want to start over. Go back to the beginning. 

“Can we start over?” 

“What?” 

You look up at him with big eyes, hope for the future deep in your eyes. 

“You said we can start over, so.. can we?” 

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, smiling at your words. It looks as though a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, eyes shining with happiness, “of course we can.” 

“Good.”

“Very good.” 

His deep voice and the seriousness in his eyes makes you chuckle. 

“Back to the beginning?” 

“Yes, back to the beginning.” 

“You wanna leave everything behind?” He asks. 

You know what he means by that. 

“Yes but we gotta be honest to each other from now on, you have to be honest with me and I have to be honest with you too.”

He nods, agreeing with your words but a curious look flickers in his eyes. 

“You’re always honest.” 

You shift uncomfortably, looking down, you place the lit back on the box and place it on the nightstand. 

“Not always. There’s something I didn’t tell you.” 

Right. 

Eddie knows what you are talking about. A knowing look flashes in his eyes, one that you fail to notice. 

“I want us to be honest with each other, no more secrets,” you say. 

“Yeah,” he whispers. 

You finally notice the look in his eyes, it reminds you of the one you had seen when he stormed into the trailer earlier. 

“What’s wrong?” 

He takes a deep breath, reaching for your hand, he looks into your eyes. 

“Sam asked me something.”

By the look on your face and the quiet ‘oh’ that falls from your lips, he already knows that you know what it is about, he waits for a moment, making sure that you aren’t uncomfortable. 

“He uh– he asked if you are using drugs again.” 

Your lips part and a nervous expression crosses your face, you blink, shame filling your eyes. 

“Eddie.” 

Tears brim your eyes. 

“Did you?”

You can’t read his eyes, not right now. You can’t tell if he is angry or if he’s worried or disgusted by you because you were so quick to get mad at him for believing Chrissy when you have done these things yourself. 

You nod and close your eyes. 

To say that he is shocked is an understatement, on top of that he is worried. You have been around drugs for months, hell, you are around them right now. Eddie still has his secret stash in his room. 

His heart is pounding in his chest, he is scared. 

“You don’t have to talk about it–”

“No, it’s okay, Eddie.”

“Are you sure?” He asks. 

You nod, “yeah,” you whisper. 

“When?” 

“2 years ago,” you admit, “i-it was only a few times, I didn’t have an addiction or anything, j-just.. did it a few times and then Sam caught me.” 

“Jesus,” he sighs, “what did you take?” 

“Just cocaine, some pills, I don’t know what they were.” 

“Just cocaine,” he scoffs as anger flashes in his eyes, “that could have ruined you, y/n.”

“I know, that’s why I stopped,” you whisper, not feeling affected by his anger, you know he is just worried. 

“Why did you take it in the first place?” 

“I-I needed to feel something.”

You felt numb and needed something that would lift you up. You weren’t one to drown yourself in alcohol, parties and one night stands every weekend. You drowned yourself in work, you spent your free time writing songs and helping Sam out, that’s how you met the one who got you into drugs in the first place but Sam didn’t need to know that. 

You can imagine what goes on inside his mind as you look into his eyes, ‘how could you be so careless?’, ‘how could you do the one thing that killed your dad?’ 

Truth be told, you wanted to know what it felt like, what it made him feel like. 

While your dad tried to numb the pain, you tried to make the numbness fade away but it only helped for a little while. Back then it wasn’t difficult to stop, you didn’t get attached, it was easy to stop. 

“I only did it a few times and then I stopped, I never had a problem, Eddie.” 

He believes you, the truth is in your eyes but it doesn’t stop him from worrying. You were so desperate to feel something, you were willing to risk your life. The thought makes him feel sick, ‘what if you thought about it when he hurt you?’, ‘what if you got close to taking them again after what happened between you two?’, ‘what if you took some last night?’ 

“Eddie, I haven’t touched them ever since, haven’t even thought about it. Not on tour, not at any parties, never.” 

“I believe you,” he whispers, feeling guilty for making you feel like you have to explain yourself to him when you are clearly suffering. 

You swallow nervously, it’s something you have never talked about to anyone. Not even your friends, they knew certain things but not everything. 

“But how did you get into them, the drugs?” 

He looks for the hesitation in your eyes but there isn’t any, there is only a nervous look on your face. You are scared of what he will think. 

You take a deep breath, leaning back again, you reach for the small pillow and bring it up to your chest. 

“When I was working with Sam, I met this guy. He uh, he was– is a singer, had his own band too. He was nice, he was good to me and he was older than me. I liked that, it made me feel safe. I worked on some song texts with him and we started spending a lot of time together. He took me to places, I went to his concerts and the stupid after parties, we would get high together or drunk but when it was just the two of us, we did other things.”

Eddie frowns at your words, he can’t even contain the jealousy that is clear on his face. 

“I took drugs, not all the time but I did, I’m not proud of it. I wanted to know what it felt like. My friends were pissed at me and so was Sam when he found out.” 

“How did your friends find out?” 

You grow flustered at his question, avoiding his eyes, you look down at your hands as you think back that night. 

“Do you remember Frankie?” You ask. 

He furrows his brows, “uh yeah, the crazy redhead?” He asks, making you chuckle. 

“Yeah, her,” you smile, “I dragged her and the others to a party at his house. We uh, he took me to his room,” you pause, not knowing how much you should actually tell him, the look in his eyes is unreadable, “I didn’t want to take drugs at a party my friends were at but he had a way of convincing me to do stuff I didn’t want to do and when I was snorting that crap, Frankie walked in and caught me.” 

His eyes flash with anger at your words, to know that someone else could have such an effect on you worries him. 

“She got hysterical, basically dragged me out of the room and cursed him out when he laughed at her. She told the others and they were pissed.” 

“How’d you stop?” 

You shrug, “I knew that I would end up like my dad a-and I didn’t want that. I also didn’t want to lose my friends. It wasn’t an issue for me to stop, really. I only did it out of curiosity and because he convinced me.” 

“I’m glad you stopped and I’m proud of you.” He says, squeezing your hand.

He feels relieved to know that you weren’t addicted and hung up on the drugs but it still worries him, you have been through so much, he knows how easy it is to fall back into old habits. 

He can’t help but grow hatred for the man he doesn’t even know. A part of him feels curious though. 

“Thank you,” you smile. 

“I thought you didn’t have a boyfriend before..” 

“I didn’t, he wasn’t my boyfriend.” 

“What was he then?” 

You shrug, blinking.

“Well, I– we never made anything official, he treated me like I was his but I-I didn’t want that. I broke the whole thing off after a while. I knew that we’d never work out as a couple, he would drag me back into all that shit and I didn’t want to get attached to someone like that or even fall in love.”

“Oh.” 

You can tell that there’s a million other questions running through his mind but there is mostly relief in his eyes. 

You are both quiet for a moment until you decide that it’s time to move on to another question. 

“Why did you never tell me about Chrissy?” You ask, “I know we’ve talked about this before but I wanna have an actual answer.” 

Eddie raises his brows, taking a deep breath, he looks into your eyes. 

“Like even when we were just friends, why didn’t you tell me about her?” You add. 

“To be honest, I didn’t think it was worth bringing her up, I– yes, she was my girlfriend but I didn’t think that I was her boyfriend anymore, the relationship was over.”

“But that’s so dumb, Eddie. You were still with her,” you mumble. 

“I know,” he sighs, “but things with her were weird. She made me promise that things between us wouldn’t change but when I left Hawkins and came to California, she basically broke off contact, she never called and deep down I knew that she was with Jason. It hurt, I didn’t get why she was with me when she wanted someone else. She hurt me so many times before, she lied to me, she cheated on me. I was a mess back then but I got used to it, to the lies and the things she did,” he pauses, scoffing at his old self, “I should have left her but every time I tried to leave, she would get inside my head, tell me that no one else would want me and it fucking scared me, y/n. I didn’t want to be alone but I didn’t want to be with her any longer either, I-I was conflicted.” 

“But you left Hawkins, by yourself. You were alone.” You say, shaking your head as you stare at him in confusion. 

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “she brought up kids and marriage and that thought made me sick, I didn’t want that. I panicked and I just wanted to run away. I should’ve broken up with her first but I was still too attached to her and I knew I needed to break that emotional connection before leaving her because I knew that she would always reel me back in otherwise. I spent months hating myself for not being able to do what I should’ve done a long time ago, I didn’t think much of her, she was on my mind less and less and then you came along and everything changed. You made me feel good, you made me feel happy in a way she never did, you healed me. You showed me what it’s like to be cared for, what it’s like to be genuinely liked. You didn’t want me for something, you just wanted me.”

Your eyes are wide, soft and filled with empathy. 

You had every reason to be angry at him, to have all these trust issues, anyone would think the thoughts that you had when you just found out about her. 

But you understand him now, you believe him. 

“I never realized what genuine reciprocated affection was like until it was too late.” 

His brown eyes are filled with sadness as he thinks back to the night in Cincinnati. 

“You made me so fucking happy, sweetheart and I– I ruined it.” 

You shake your head, scooting closer, you take both of his hands in yours. 

“We’ll start over, right?” 

His glassy eyes flash with hope and he nods, whispering a small ‘yes’.

“I’m sorry about what happened with her, that she hurt you like that. She didn’t deserve you,” you frown as you think of the pain he had gone through in that relationship.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, “I uh, I realized that I never loved her like I thought I had.” Not like I love you. 

“Really?” 

He nods. 

“Do you remember the night at the beach?” 

“Of course I remember the night at the beach, Eddie.” 

“You described love to me, how it’s supposed to feel with the right person, how it’s supposed to feel with your soulmate,” he whispers, hands running down your arms, he slowly takes your hands in his, “that’s how it feels with you, I would do anything for you and with you, you are my person. I never felt that way about her or with her.” 

You feel the same way about him and he knows it. 

“And how long have you really felt this way about me?” you ask, a softened gaze in your eyes. 

“From the start,” he whispers, squeezing your hand, “it confused me at first, I have never felt this way about anyone else before, I didn’t know what it was at first. And then we talked about love and relationships and that night I realized that I never loved her, I admired her but I never loved her.” 

“You are my person too, Eddie. You called me your best friend last night,” you smile, “I feel the same way.” 

“Yeah? I’m your best friend, sweetheart?” 

You nod. 

“What about the mean girl group from LA?” 

You gasp, “mean girl group? My friends are not mean,” you chuckle. 

“They all glared at me.” 

“They’re protective,” you shrug. 

“Well after the last guy you’ve been with, I get it.” 

You snort at his words, “he’s kinda famous you know?” 

“I’m famous.” 

“Yes you are,” you nod. 

“Alright, what did you think of me when you first saw me?” He asks, curiously. 

“Oh my god,” you chuckle as you think back to the night at the bar your friends had dragged you to. Corroded Coffin had a gig and it was the first time you had ever seen them play. Eddie was the one that caught your eye, of course. He wore a tank top, a black bandana around his head, black leather pants, his cheeks were flushed and god, he looked good. 

“I was impressed by your guitar skills and your voice,” you admit, “I loved your style and you just looked so good.” 

He smirks in satisfaction. 

“Thanks sweetheart.” 

“You’re welcome,” you snort. 

Looking around the room, you think of a question. You look down at yourself and at his bed, an amused expression appearing on your face when you turn back to him. 

“When’s the last time you pissed the bed? Steve warned me about your mattress.” 

“What!” He yells in a whisper, a mortified look crossing his face as his cheeks flush red, “no way! I have not– okay 16 when I got wasted but that’s besides the point.” 

You burst into laughter, closing your eyes, you throw your head back, “oh my god.” 

“That’s not funny– okay, you know what, it is funny,” he laughs, “but look at you!” He exclaims, turning away from you, he opens his nightstand, pulling out a magazine that wrote about Corroded Coffin, featuring the backstories of each band member. 

He shows you the pictures he ripped out of the magazine, which he totally plans on keeping. 

“Look at that little ray of sunshine,” he grins, holding out the pictures of you as a kid, “look at how cute you were with your pigtails and your pink dresses, you used to be so sweet, what happened to that little girly girl?” He teases you with a smug look on his face. 

You groan in annoyance, “the girly girl grew out of the dresses her mom picked out for her.”

You grow flustered, trying to snatch the picture out of his hand but he pulls it back, “uh uh, I’m keeping this, look at this cute little baby.” 

“Eddie!” 

He chuckles at you, brown eyes shining with amusement, “you were so adorable, I know that kindergarten me would have asked you to marry me if we knew each other back then.” 

“Oh my god,” you groan, “suddenly, I’m tired. Good night.” 

“Ouch, did my kindergarten self just get rejected?” He asks dramatically. 

“Shut up,” you snort. 

You can hear him shuffling around, putting the pictures back in the drawer. You would be lying to yourself if you said that it didn’t make your heart flutter, it’s cute that he kept the pictures of you. 

He turns off the light and gets comfortable behind you. You don’t bother closing your eyes or actually trying to fall asleep, knowing that he will speak up again. 

But he stays quiet for a while, a deep sigh interrupts the silence though. 

“Eddie?” You whisper.

“Yes?” 

“What do you wanna know?” 

“How do you know that I wanna know something?” 

You snort. 

“I can feel it.” 

“How?” 

“It’s a girl’s thing.” 

“Ah,” he says quietly. 

Another minute or so passes before he lets out another sigh. 

“Do you still want Henry to give you nipple piercings?” 

You almost burst into giggles, out of all the questions he could have asked, this is the one that has been on his mind all along? 

“Yeah,” you shrug, already imagining the frown appearing on his face. And just as you had suspected, he scoffs at your words and turns away. 

“Did you just turn your back on me?” 

“Yup.” 

You turn towards him and scoot closer, staring at him in the darkness. You wrap your arm around his waist and hug him from behind. 

Eddie’s heart skips a beat, excitement rushes through him and he melts into you. 

“What happened to space?” He mumbles into the blanket. 

You ignore his question. 

“What’s wrong grumpy?” 

“Grumpy?” 

“Yeah, you’re a grumpy old man,” you whisper. 

He gasps, turning around to face you, “old? I’m two years older than you.” 

“Exactly, you’re like a dinosaur.” 

He scoffs at your words, rolling his eyes playfully. 

“Are you saying you are into grumpy old men?” 

“Yeah, I was always into older grumpy washed up rockstars who are into younger women.” 

Eddie can tell that you are trying to act playful and fine the way you always do, even today but the sadness still lingers in the back of your voice. 

“Well, then you are my hot trophy wife,” he blurts out. 

Your eyes widen and his do too when he realizes what he just said. 

Wife?! 

“If anything you’d be my trophy husband–”

“Well yeah, you’re gonna be my wife someday–”

You both speak at the same time. 

“What?!” 

The looks on both of your face’s are comical, both flustered and in shock. 

“Well..” You start, “I always wanted a house husband,” you joke.

He scoots closer to you, close enough so the tip of his nose brushes against yours. 

“Oh, I’m gonna be a dad too?” He smiles.

“Probably when we’re both drunk, I tend to make questionable decisions when I am.” 

He chuckles at your words, “alright well, let's do it. We can have that american dream and all that shit,  we’ll have that fucking white picket fence– I’m totally drawing some sick bats on it though.” 

You giggle, eyes growing heavy as you get sleepy. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he smiles, “we’ll call our kid Arwen, she’s gonna be a little badass like her mom.” 

Your smile falls a little, a bittersweet feeling settles deep within your heart as you feel yourself longing for something you might not ever get. A future with him, this future with him. He doesn’t actually want that, he told you so. 

But you do. 

The stupid white picket fence. You never wanted it, you wanted this life, the band, the tours, the concerts and yet here you are falling in love with the thought of a family with him. 

“Sweetheart?” 

“Yes?” 

“Is it okay if I touch you? I wanna hold you.” 

Tears well up in your eyes, your heart melts in your chest. 

You wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his chest. He smiles at your action, placing his hands on the small of your back, he pulls you on top of him, kissing the top of your head, “thank you,” he whispers. 

You close your eyes, begging for sleep to take over so you can stop thinking of something that will never happen.

Eddie has a dreamy smile on his face as he thinks of it though. Something he never wanted with her, he wants with you. He wants to build a life with you. He wants marriage and kids, a family. 

He looks down at you with adoration in his eyes. 

He swears to himself that he will do anything to make you happy, to keep you safe and protect you. 

He will give you the world if you ask him to. 

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[quigonswife8]

You can't fix everything: Leon Kennedy x reader

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In which Leon is annoyed he can't fix a light, and you reassure him he can't fix everything.

Comfort character <3

[Leon speaking is in bold]

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June 5th 2005

Sounds from the kitchen disrupts your sleep- after a soft groan of annoyance from your own lips, your eyes adjust to the harsh light. As per-usual you shuffle your body to the left, leaning into your boyfriends side except...where is he?

It's only now that you realise he's the reason for that afformentioned clanging, and your eyes soften. "Baby?" right hand coming up to rub the sleep from your eyes...there's no response. The only sort of response given is the string of curse words from his lips, though even then it's not directed at you.

Leon was supposed to be taking it easy- he promised to take a break and relax. After practically begging him to take some time off work, Leon hesitated at first. His mind changed when he saw the look of desperation in your eyes, the want for him to just be with you. He will never forget the way your voice broke, the tears threatening to spill, as you begged him.

He had taken you in his arms, held you. Right hand running through your hair, left tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. "I love you, you know that right?" the words so soft so...precious, they made you fall in love with him ten times more. "I know, and I love you too. I just...wish you would take time off for yourself- the agency can wait."

With his signature smile, the way he would tilt his head, Leon pressed a soft kiss to your head. He couldn't help it, you were his weak spot- and he didn't mind.

-

"God what time is it." you mutter to yourself, your eyes flitting to the alarm clock. "7 am...Leon should be in bed with me." With a soft sigh you get out of bed and venture to the kitchen: Leon is on a ladder fixing a light, sweat running down the side of his head.

"Baby?"

Leon doesn't hear your voice, he's too preoccupied fixing the light. "Come on, damn it. How the hell is it so hard to fix this light. I'm an agent I've killed b.o.w.s, I should know how to fix a light."- Leon huffs, his messy blonde hair parted slightly.

"You can't do everything baby." taking a few steps to him you rest a hand on his back...and just like that, Leon finally notices you. His soft blues flick down to your (e/c) eyes, and the frustration instantly disappears, to be replaced with a softness.

"I look like a fool don't I. Your boyfriend can't even fix a light."- you grab his arm though it doesn't really help when he jumps down off the ladder, and as if his eyes couldn't soften anymore they do.

Leon then leans down slowly, intimately- and presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, then he takes your hands in his. His hands, in question, are both calloused- yet gentle- he's always so gentle with you. Despite being the government agent that everyone sees him as, Leon is still that same rookie cop from racoon city.

"Baby it's no big deal.", right hand coming up to rest against his right cheek- Leon can swear his heart-rate picks up just from your touch. "...you save lives everyday, fixing one lightbulb isn't going to hurt."

"I know..."- Leon sighs "...but-"

"No buts Leon, it's just a light, we can call someone in." and you take those same calloused hands in yours, and give them a quick squeeze. "...and besides it's daytime so we don't need to use it right now anyway. Look I find it sweet how you want to fix it, but it's okay, really."'

Leon opens his mouth...but the words fall short. His eyes widen slightly, then the goofiest smile appears. He leans down, forehead pressing against yours; his heart is hammering in his chest, his skin is warm as opposed to the coldness of yours. He strokes your head, and sighs finally in defeat.

"Okay we'll call someone in. I still feel bad though..."

You take his hand and gently pull him towards the couch; he follows, and his signature smile appears once you're both seated. His hands press to your waist gently and he hoists you onto his lap; a slight blush paints your cheeks, your hands moving to rest on his chest.

"You look cute when you blush...well you look cute anyway sweetheart." and oh how that nickname brings you butterflies. Leon presses a soft kiss to your cheek, and then one to your other cheek:

"...my wonderful partner."

"My beautiful agent."- you reply with, head resting against his chest. His arms wrap around your waist keeping you there, and the two of you remain in that same spot just being with one-another.

Neither realise when sleep takes over and both fall asleep in eachother's arms.

[A few hours later]

"Leon..." you move to snuggle your face against Leon's chest...only to be met with emptiness. Confused as you had fallen asleep in his arms, your eyes open...

"Leon?"

Nothing, no answer, no note on the table with cute hearts, nothing. Rubbing the few hours of sleep clear you stand and search the house for the agent, footsteps through the house that only you preoccupy; the coat that once hung on the coat-rack, gone. His gear packed up and gone...with him.

A saddened sigh falls from your lips; the hands that once held his running over your face.

"Leon...damn it."

It was supposed to be his break, the two of you were supposed to be spending time together, he was supposed to be there holding you when you woke. Much like times in the past, they repeat, they leave you feeling lonely and to top it all off, he hadn't left a note like he had times before.

Sitting down on the floor of your living room, you drop your head and sigh. He means well, Leon never has ill intentions, but despite that you still can't help but feel an empty pit growing without him there. One day maybe you can both have peace and quiet a life, away from all the stress and danger.

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[steddiecameraroll]

It Takes a Muscle to Fall In Love - Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” Eddie runs his hands through his hair in frustration.

He’s anxiously pacing around his bedroom, questioning every life choice he’s ever made.

“You ok, boy?” Wayne pops his head into Eddie’s doorway.

“I fucked up. I fucked up soooooo bad. He’s never gonna talk to me again. Why did I do that? I’m such an idiot.” 

Wayne saunters into Eddie’s room and sits on the edge of his mattress. He pats the space beside him, motioning for Eddie to join him.

“What happened?”

Eddie huffs and sits next to Wayne before falling back on the mattress, his hair flopping around him. “Steve. I lied to Steve. Perfect, gorgeous, beautiful, Steve. I’m an idiot.” Eddie covers his eyes with his arm and groans. “I just…he’s so perfect, and I didn’t think there was any way…what do I do, Wayne?”

“What was the lie?”

“That I had a date this weekend.”

“Wasn’t your D&D thing this weekend?”

“Yeeeesss,” Eddie kicks his legs like a frustrated toddler. “I’m an idiot. I didn’t think it through. I just didn’t want him to regret what happened and not make him nervous or freak out or whatever. I didn’t think about it. I just said it to take the pressure off us, off of him.”

“Did somethin’ happen between you two?”

“Yeah…” Eddie trails off, remembering the feel of Steve’s body against his. “It was good…perfect. Best day of my life, and I fucked it up.” He chuckles with a lack of humor.

“Why’d you tell him you had a date if you didn’t and had such a nice time?”

“I was nervous. I didn’t want him to hate me. I thought he’d freak out and regret it.”

“Did he seem like he was upset?”

Eddie sat up, leaning back against his palms. “N-no, I didn’t want him to get upset, so preventative, more or less.”

“Had he made it clear you two were only friends? Didn’t want more?”

“No, not exactly. Steve’s never…I was…He doesn’t want that.” Wayne has always supported Eddie but doesn’t want to cross a line for Steve and share too much.

“I’ve seen you two together. Has he said that outright? Or are you making decisions for the boy?”

“No…it’s just…” Eddie sits up and leans his elbows on his knees.

“You two should talk. And stop making assumptions and let him tell you what he wants.” Wayne lays his palm against Eddie’s upper back and rubs in comforting circles.

“I didn’t want to lose him,” Eddie says quietly.

“And you won’t if you’re honest and talk to him, but if you keep trying to trick him, boy, you will.”

“Fuck, what if he doesn’t want to talk to me?”

“I’m gonna guess he wants some answers. Sure, he’s probably mad, but he’s also probably confused. He doesn’t know why you did it, so who knows what he’s thinking instead.”

“Oh god,” Eddie lets his head fall, his hair shielding his face. “So stupid.”

“Well, I gotta head to work, but good luck, ok? We can talk tomorrow if you want.”

“Thanks. Hopefully, I won’t have a black eye the next time you see me.”

“You won’t.” Wayne gently pushes Eddie’s shoulder, then stands and heads out of the room.

Eddie falls back onto the mattress with a huff, dreading the idea of facing Steve.

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[theeevilresidentquarry]

Leons personal heater 2.0 

Leon’s a bottom (Re2 leon btw)

You’re the top x 

Its real short bare with me i just had a thought 

It was the dead of winter in racoon city, but the worst of it all was the heating being out in the apartment. Not even the heaters could help at all, and even in jogging pants and thick hoodies the cold was relentless, after you found yourself a small pocket of heat under your blanket Leon had found his way into your room and practically begged for a spot in your bed. You didn't mind cuddling with leon, you're just friends after all right. Right?

Turns out Leon was getting a little too comfortable in his spot and started wriggling around, at first you just thought he was trying to get comfortable, but after a while it was just him backing up into you more. You thought nothing of it until it started to get annoying, even though him being there was warm, it was a little weird for him to be rubbing up against your crotch, but you brushed it off again and assumed he was just trying to mess with you. 

After getting woken up between drifting off for little naps, leon was poking your ribs with his elbow and whisper yelling 

“Hey.. hey!” he continued

“Yeah?” you replied

“You awake man?” he asked, after shifting your position in bed and yawing you opened your mouth to reply 

“Well yes, why?” you replied

It took a second for him to reply and you were starting to drift off again but then he spoke

“Can you help me out?” he asked, your eyebrows turned in confusion

“Sure, with what?” you questioned, Leon didn't reply, he just held onto your arms that were around his stomach and pulled them lower, you were thinking nothing of it until you felt something hard, then he squeezed around your hand so you felt more of it. 

If you were a normal person you would have pulled your hand away and might’ve even told Leon to leave, but since this wasn't the first time you humored him. He continued to squeeze your hand down and you let him. He kept on rubbing your hand against his hardness until he let go and dragged your hand down his pants. It was warm, and already leaking at the tip. You gave it a gentle squeeze and he groaned again.

You slowly stroked up and down until he started to whine about you going faster, so you took it seriously. Even though you did want it to last longer and you didn't mind helping him out, it’d be a lie to say that you weren't tired. You tugged up and down damn near at a lightning speed turning Leon’s tiny groans into him panting and moaning out your name, of course it didn't take very long for him to start shooting ropes into his boxers but you didn't even stop there. 

Now leon’s face was red, and he definitely isn't cold anymore, even with your hand all slippery with his cum you still jerked him until he came again, he was much louder this time and he was moaning like he was getting railed ( he unfortunately was not ) now that you were sure he’d be tuckered out you took your hand out of his boxers. Jokingly you waved your cum covered hand in his face and told him to lick it, but was pleasantly surprised when he really did it. As soon as he was done he turned to face you, and nuzzled deep into your neck. 

[fortune-fool02]

Grounded

Leon Kennedy x female reader

Requested by: @kormiato

First is booping Leon's nose. Imagine like if he sitting on the couch deep in his thoughts about past and how much he's afraid of losing reader like he lost a lot of good people like Marvin from RE2 and Luis, so he doesn't sees reader approaching maybe after bathroom, or work, or just making dinner for them and does this little boop with a smile, making him startled for a couple of seconds and making him come back to reality.

Warnings: Light angst. Spoilers for RE 2, RE 4. Fluff.

I love this so much! Sorry if its a little short.

Please enjoy.

It wasn't fair. It was never fair. Leon had been through layers of Hell, all nine circles, and each time he rose the survivor. But each time, he lost a bit more of himself, he lost those around him.

His first day as a policeman, he lost everyone in Racoon City. The people he was going to work with. To this day, he could still see Marvin's paling face twisted with pain, the man giving him the very knife he kept with him all these years, telling him to out himself before others.

Luis. The man who offered to help him rescue Ashley and purge themselves of Las Plagas. He died protecting Leon from Krauser. Another soul lost. Another life he had to witness fade away.

It wasn't fair. Why did he have to face all these horrors? Why did he have to survive?

There were times he often thought about letting a B.O.W take that strike, to not dodge in time. But he could never give those bastards the satisfaction of it. Not now that he had [Name] to think about. The one light in his life. Almost like an angel, she came into his world and brought such hope and comfort, a gentle hand to ease the pain, to chase away the stress.

Leon couldn't imagine losing her. The mere thought enough to make his heart ache painfully. He couldn't lose her. He couldn't lose another person. She filled every little crack in his soul, every little crevice with a softness and care that he didn't even give himself. She would stand there, a towel in hand for when he came home in the rain, a hot beverage ready.

It was those moments be treasured truly. And would long for the most.

A faint tap on his nose made him jump, falling out of his thick cloud of thoughts, that he almost didn't realise where he was. Beautiful eyes gazed into his, a warm light spilling from them as that gentle smile made his heart flutter.

[Name] stood in front of him, her coat still on with shopping bags settled by the front door.

"Hello, handsome." Her voice filled his head, a comforting melody that he could listen to forever. "What's om your mind?"

Leon just sat there, his eyes looking over each part of her face, memorising them like the first time they met. Each little imperfection its own beauty. The way her eyes glowed softly in the low light, sparkling like little stars plucked from the sky.

"... nothing. Just you." Standing up from his seat, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close. He needed to hold her, to keep grounded. [Name] didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around him, her hands gently rubbing comforting circles on his back, a soothing yet simple gesture but one Leon greatly appreciated.

[ozarkthedog]

summary: dieter insists you try some of his stash.

kinktober i: drug use

warnings: 18+ only. mdni. morally gray!dieter bravo x fem assistant!reader. slight dubcon. drug use (coke). coercion. fingering. oral sex (fem receiving). cumming untouched. no beta.

word count: 1.7k

author’s note: i've had this thot since i saw the movie. sry not sry. “disaster racoon” via @ghotifishreads 💙

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

“C’mere, pretty girl, want you to try something.” Dieter beckons from a dimly lit corner of his suite. 

The hotel door makes a deafening thud as it shuts. The supple carpet feels divine on your bare feet but the dark gold color palette of the room along with the heady smell unsettles you.

He sinks into the lush couch with a sigh draped in a brown fur coat. He looks rough around the edges. Long days on set with nothing to do in between takes have taken a toll on him. 

He leans over a glass coffee table that’s littered with sordid paraphernalia and snatches a small, black vile. In his haste, he knocks over a bottle filled with tiny pills sending them rolling in different directions. 

“Shit-” He scrambles to catch them as they roll off the table and onto the rug below. He waves his hand dismissively at the floor and sends you a quirky smile. “We’ll find ‘em when we need ‘em.” 

You politely smile before shifting uncomfortably in your seat. You were unsure why the Oscar winner had invited you up to his room. You’d chatted with him a few times since the movie began production but not to the point where you thought you should be alone with him.

Constantly shifting your eyes from the illusive man to the carpet and back again. He hums a tune you’ve never heard as he taps out the contents of the black vile. The melody sticks like molasses in your brain.

Dieter taps a little mound of white onto one of the various script edits before flicking his eyes up to you. He ponders for a moment, his eyes blinking slowly behind his dark brown shades before he snaps back to reality.

He points to the small pile of powder with a grin, “Have you ever tried this?”

“What is it?” You eye him  suspiciously.

He slowly licks his lips as they pull into a sly grin, “Cocaine.” 

“Uh, no. I don’t do drugs.” You answer, hugging your arms around yourself.

He tuts and cocks his head. “That’s a shame. They’re really fun.”      

Wariness slinks up your spine as he bends his head to the script and snorts loudly, sucking up some of the power in one inhale before collapsing back onto the couch. A deep, satisfied groan rumbles from his bare chest as his fur coat splays open and exposes his almost naked body aside from his gray boxers.

You gather up the nerve to speak after a few uncomfortable, silent minutes. “Did you call me up here for a reason, Mr. Bravo?”

“Wanted someone to keep me company.” He drawls, rubbing a hand through his auburn curls. “That’s not so bad is it?” He flashes his teeth in a silly grin before sitting up suspiciously fast.

“C'mere. Try it.” He offers, pointing to the script. “Got all night to let loose.”

“I don’t think so.” You softly reply. You curse yourself for not sounding stronger.

“Come on. One lil’ sniff.” 

“Dieter, please.” You bite your tongue in frustration. 

But he was right. You did need to let loose. The director told you to take some time for yourself when they weren’t filming. But doing drugs with Dieter Bravo of all people? You didn’t see that as a part of your self care routine.

Still. The itch to unwind and have fun called to you. 

You sigh through your nose and give one last vain attempt. “I don’t feel comfortable inhaling your script coke.” You say dismissively, waving a careless hand at the table.

“There is another way…” He trails off with a smirk, like a cat that got the cream. His eyes slink down your body and narrow in on your hands that are folded perfectly in your lap. 

“Lie back and spread your legs.” Dieter says with a tilt of his head as he shuffles from his seat and kneels on the ground next to you. 

Your mind short circuits. “Excuse me?” You gasp, incredulously. 

He quirks a brow. “You didn’t want to snort it, so your bloodstream is the next best option.”

Another gasp tears from your throat. “You mean?”

“That’s right.” He raises his hand, wiggling 2 thick fingers in front of your face. “I’ll push a tiny bit of the coke into your pussy.” He says, nonchalantly before continuing. “Takes a bit longer but you should start feeling really good in about half an hour.”

Nervous laughter bubbles up your throat. Not only were you considering doing drugs with Dieter, now the award winning actor was going to finger you too.

“Come on. It’s just a little bit of coke.” He emphasizes with a pinch of his fingers. “You need a break. I can see it on that pretty face of yours. You’re begging to break free.”

Great. This disaster racoon of a man could read you like a book. This is just what you needed.

You grit your teeth but succumb to the pressure of the handsome man. “Fine. Whatever. Let’s just do this.”

Dieter snickers and claps his hands together. “Thatta girl!”

You sink into the oversized chair with your heart in your throat and pray you survive the night.

The older man tenderly slides his hands up your bare legs, drawing patterns where your skirt meets your thighs before pushing the thin material up exposing your panties.

You lock eyes with him as his fingers dance over the soft cotton. Dragging out the inevitable, and driving you crazy, he finally slides your panties down and pockets the fabric without you noticing.

Dieter takes a long beat to stare at your exposed core. He makes no attempt at hiding his gaze before sending you a wink. “This’ll be fun.”

You swallow down the anxious lump in your throat and try to relax into the plush cushion.

Dieter gently drags his fingers up the naked seam of you before teasing one finger between your folds. Duel moans fill the room as he swiftly adds a second heavy finger into your channel, opening you up for him. 

He thrusts lazily into your core, getting his fingers nice and wet with your shiny slick. Your eyes open when your core suddenly feels empty and watch him roll those two same sticky fingers in a small pile of coke.

“Ready?” He asks as he turns back to his place between your legs.

Your tongue darts out to lick your dry lips before sending him a nod.

“I’ve got you.” He reassures with a fond tone.

He parts your folds with his other hand and slowly presses his drug coated fingers into your warmth. He doesn’t stop until he bottoms out and his knuckles are seated against the rump of your ass.

Dieter hisses when you involuntarily clench. “Shit–”

“Sorry. Can’t help it.” You mumble, trying to stay as still as possible despite having an A-List Actor literally pump drugs into you.

“Don’t be.” He purrs and starts thrusting his fingers in and out ever so slowly. 

Your breath hitches as he slides his fingers along your velvet channel. The pressure tugs deep in your belly and you can’t help but mewl under his touch.

“Is this part of it?” You squeak as he slots the pad of his thumb over your clit and swirls tight circles over the tiny button.

“The quicker you relax the better you’ll feel.” He insists as he watches his fingers disappear between your dripping folds.

You notice behind his shades that his pupils are blown wide and he looks just as wrecked as you. Dieter groans when your hips rise and chase his touch, greedy for more.

“Feelin’ good, pretty girl?”  

The older man grazes a spot that sucks the air from your lungs. You writhe on the chair and wrap your legs around his broad shoulders before you realize what you’re doing.

Your blood boils and turns to raspberry jam as the drug begins to take effect. Every nerve in your body shimmers and you feel like you can run a marathon and fly at the same time. 

Your shirt feels tight and restrictive. The room feels 10x hotter than it did when you first arrived. In a rush, you yank your blouse off your body and sink back into the chair with only your bra remaining as the air cools your sweltering flesh.

“Fuck, Dieter.” You rasp as the pleasure mounts. 

“That’s it. Let the drug work its magic.” He breaks free from your legs, sliding his fingers out from your warmth. You whine from the loss and he playfully tsks at you. 

“Hold still, pretty girl. Don’t wanna make a mess.” He smothers your exposed core with a heavy palm coated in white. “Perfect, puffy pussy. All ripe and juicy.” He groans before slotting his searing mouth over your core.

You moan wantonly as he eats you alive. He’s like a man untamed as he licks from your wet puckered hole to your throbbing clit. His tongue finds every white morsel and swallows it down along with your slick. He teases your opening with his tongue before pushing into your heat and groaning into your folds. 

Your fingers dig into his messy curls as you ride out your pleasure on his 

face. His mustache tickles your tiny nub eliciting silken bliss to race up your spine.

“Come in my mouth, pretty girl. Wanna feel you fall apart.” He says, tearing himself away from your drenched core for a moment before diving back in like a man who's gone without water for days. 

At his words your brain shuts down. The surge of adrenaline mixed with lust fogs your senses and you drown in mind numbing pleasure.

You come with a ragged wail, humping Dieter’s face like it was your last act in this world. A deep, ravenous growl rumbles in his chest and his fingers dig into your thighs as his body shakes between your legs. He greedily swallows down the heady mix of your slick and the drug, lapping up every drop he can.

“Dieter, that was-” You search for the right words but they elude you. Your nerves feel like they're being pumped full of sunlight and it distracts you. All you can do is sigh and catch your breath.

Your eyes whip open when you hear the man curse. “What is it?” Everything alright?”

The lower half of his face is shiny with hints of white nestled in the corners of his mouth. “Came in my goddamn boxers.” He grumbles.  

You can’t help but laugh as he drags you off the chair and into his lap. He wraps his fur coat around your naked frame and nuzzles your head into his chest. 

“See? Drugs aren’t so bad.” Dieter quips.

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second time's a charm

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a/n: ^^^that's a gif btw idk why it's not playing for me. can u see it?

summary: your younger sister called recently to tell you she had found a boyfriend and she wanted you all as a family to meet him.

warnings: again, like the last post. the focus isn't on Bruce being your partner in this one...

pairings: fem!reader x bale!Bruce Wayne

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Two weeks ago your younger sister, Anna called you up and told you that she got a boyfriend and wanted you to meet him. Of course you said yes, as big sister duty and to see who has your baby sister's heart. She knew when she asked that you would want to meet him, but why she really wanted you two to meet was because she needed your opinion and approval. As silly as it sounded, she wouldn't want to be with him if you didn't like him or thought she could do better as she valued your opinion ever so much, like any little sister would-- even though she's not so young anymore. You needed to be there though for different reasons, yes, you wanted to support Anna, but you also wanted to make sure things ran as smoothly as possible and not like when Bruce met your family. To be fair, then, it was uncharted waters and you didn't know what to expect. You want to prevent the invasive mother questions and protective dad mode from arising. Sure, a couple embarrassing stories would be fun, but as long as things didn't go overboard, you were good. You hadn't heard much about this boy only the things that Anna was willing to share when she called you late at night rambling about how their first date went and you could practically see her twirling her hair as if she was in a film.

"Is there a dress code for this sort of thing? Meeting your fiance's sister's boyfriend" Bruce asks from your shared bed while you root through the closet like a racoon in a bin trying to find the perfect fit for Bruce to wear. You felt like a mom picking out clothes for her child. You eventually find what you're looking for and throw it at him while replying

"Yes, not pyjamas. Now get changed"

"Yes, Mom" he says smiling looking for a reaction out of you

"Would you rather pick out an outfit for yourself?" you question, spinning back around to see him now standing up taking off his shirt

"no, you just always do such a good job"

"do you want me to change you too?" you ask, now bickering like an old couple

"you know, I wouldn't mind-" he starts

"tough, you're a grown man that should be able to change AND pick out his own clothes" you say cracking a little smile, despite your efforts to not let it show. You close the door before he had a chance to say something else and also so he didn't she the grin creeping up on your face. You go straight to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water because who knew finding clothes for Bruce to wear would be so hard. Not like you hadn't done it hundred times.

Time passes and you two leave to go to your childhood home. It was safe to say you were probably in for a stressful night, constantly listening to make sure your parents don't drift in to a conversation tat would make Anna or her boyfriend uncomfortable. You and Bruce both knew that. The drive to the house was normal, but Bruce could sense that you were slightly worried at the possibilities.

"there's no need to worry, my love. Anna and the new boy should be the nervous ones" He comforts rubbing your hand as much as he could while driving while driving.

"if I don't like him, it will really effect how Anna sees this guy. I just want it to go well. Of course I want to like him and even if I don't, I'm not sure whether to mention it to Anna or to keep it a secret, if I keep it to myself then I feel like she might ignore all the red flags and I don't want her to get hurt but if I do tell her then I will feel like the bad person and that she can't make her own decisions an-" Bruce cuts you off

"you're rambling. I understand you're worried but everything will be fine, I promise" he reassures you sweetly, glancing over to you sitting in the passenger seat. He takes your hand in his and brings it up to his mouth to place it a little kiss into the back of it.

You step out of the car grabbing the last minute things that your dad asked you to pick up on the way here. Bruce meets you at your side and you walk to the door together, entering the house after a quick knock. You are met by your younger brother running up to the door grabbing onto you squeezing the life out his older sister.

You squat down to give him a proper embrace. "hi, big boy! you've grown so much"

"everyone's so excited to see you and mom is shouting at dad a lot" he innocently tells you. bless him for not knowing better.

"and we're here to fix that" you reply to your younger brother, max while getting up to say hi to everyone else. as you're walking away max runs up to Bruce and Bruce picks him up and they exchange greetings. Max looks up to Bruce so much, it's honestly so adorable.

someone that you do not yet recognise catches your attention and you soon realise that it must be the boy of the night, Anna's boyfriend who you still do not know the name of.

"hi, I'm Anna's older sister" you say to him offering your name also. He sticks out his hand for you to shake which catches you off guard but you accept the gesture no less.

"I'm Claude. I am with your sister" he says, a slight French accent flowing it's way to your ears.

"ooh where's that accent from" you inquire not 100% sure if that's an ok question to ask, but you did it anyways.

"my parents are french, my older siblings and I were all born in France and lived there until about eight years ago." he responds with a smile sending proud of his roots

"me and my fiance-- who is somewhere-- were hoping to go next year. any recommendations as to where is nice?" you ask trying to make conversation

he gives you multiple lovely places, explaining each is heaps of detail. you take each into account and make a mental note to check them out later on.

you spot your parents in the kitchen but more specifically, your mother hanging over your father's shoulder bickering with him, telling him that he is cutting the food wrong.

"mom, I don't think you can cut potatoes wrong." you call out catching her attention. she spins around and notices you and visibly sighs in relief.

"thank God you're here" she wraps you in an embrace while telling you how happy she is that you're here.

"everything will be fine. don't worry" you reassure her even though you aren't thinking the same thing at all.

"Anna is upstairs. she wanted me to send you up when you arrived. Where's Bruce?" she inquires looking around.

"with his shadow. I'll go up to her now" you say leaving. passing Bruce and Max on the way, telling him where you're going. You knock on her door and walk in when she says it's good for you to enter. she is sitting at her desk with a mirror propped against the wall touching up her hair. She glances at you in the mirror, puts down the tool and jumps up to run to you.

"I missed you." she tells you into your neck

"I missed you more. sorry I couldn't see you sooner." you answer, pulling back and sitting on her bed.

she sits down next to you and you start to ask her about the boy and teasing her about it and she gets all red and shy but it's so sweet. you've never been in this position before as you only have two younger siblings and Anna is the older of the pair. you remember when she was obsessing over the peeta from the hunger games when she was younger and now look at her. she is graduating soon and you are simply not ready for that. yes, you're not her mother but still, it's strange seeing her like this. You two talk for a little while more before you decide to finish off her hair for her while listening to some nostalgic music from your childhood together.

"he's downstairs. I feel bad leaving him but I need to look good and I'm kinda nervous" she says fiddling with her eyelashes.

"you do look good. And he is definitely not just dating you for your amazing looks, there's no need to worry" you inform her telling the utter truth

There is a knock on the door interrupting you two.

"sorry to interrupt, your mom sent me up. Claude and your family are waiting downstairs because dinner is ready" Bruce says popping in the door.

"oh sorry, we're on our way. just need to make sure Anna is feeling her best" you reply smiling at her in the mirror.

"he seems great, I was talking to him downstairs when max went away to get his new firetruck, that's the only time I got a word in with someone else" Bruce says showing how obsessed your brother is with your boyfriend.

"yeah I think so too. unless he comes out with some major criminal record" you tell her honestly but also glancing to Bruce to see his reaction, as batman doesn't have the best reputation with the cops.

"trust me, he doesn't. he's a good guy" Anna replies giggling a little bit.

"when I introduced myself first, he seemed so starstruck and he was stuttering and getting shy, it was really funny. but to be fair, if I saw George Clooney I would too" Bruce follows up with which makes you laugh and so does anna.

"yeah except, you're not George Clooney" you reply smiling a little bit.

"just hope we turn out like you two. I really like him" she follows up with.

"you want to get engaged or you really like him? they are two different things"

"you can't have both" Bruce replies with still standing in the doorframe.

a look of horror paints it's way onto her face and you quickly have to reassure her you were kidding. you turn off the curler wand start walking down the stairs, encouraging Anna to go first but she didn't want to.

you felt a little bad for Claude waiting by himself downstairs, especially because he doesn't know anyone. Bruce is different, he knows your family and max would keep him occupied anyways. Bruce sits down pulling out a chair for you next to him as he does so. Anna sits down next to Claude also and you all begin eating as everyone is super hungry. During the dinner you kept glancing to Claude to find him glancing at Bruce still starstruck and also did exactly as you said you would, you kept Anna from getting too embarrassed to the point where she wanted to leave and was actually annoyed with your parents. Although, a couple funny childhood stories would be ok but you wanted to stand up for your baby sister when things might get a bit too much.

"so" your father starts talking

"Claude, how do you plan to treat my daughter?" he continues with

"Dad" you warn looking at him trying to prevent exactly what you were afraid of

"I'm kidding. It was a joke. Calm down, care bear. If your mom's dad asked me that at seventeen I would have started sweating and crying in front of him" he admits and the table starts laughing. max too just because everyone else is-- in particular, Bruce. maybe if you weren't so tense you would have noticed it was a joke. God, you needed wine

"wine anyone?" you ask the table getting up and grabbing the bottle of wine you brought. your mom accepts and Bruce denies as he is driving and your dad jut doesn't drink. Hopefully this will help you calm down

questions are thrown at Claude to try and get to know him and he kindly answers. You soon come to the conclusion that you were worrying for no reason at all and didn't need to be so uptight. When you thought you were out of the spotlight your mom brings up an old embarrassing story of you that she promised to never tell anyone. Bruce didn't even know this.

"she went out drinking with some of her friends one time and I knew that they were drinking but she legally was allowed to so I couldn't stop her. But I think we both wish she did listen to me. I waited up for her to make sure she was ok when she came home but nobody walked through the front door, so I went to bed. Maybe she was staying at a friends house and forgot to text or she could sill be out. I don't know. I get waken up by my phone ringing at five am and guess who it is" she says pointing to you at the last part as if the whole table didn't know.

"she was whispering 'mom, can you open the front door please.' thought nothing of it besides the fact it was five am. I opened the door and she wasn't there, so I called her back and asked where she was. she told me she was waiting outside. long story short, she wasn't at our house but a completely different neighbourhood knocking on some innocent families door with some strange woman that I didn't recognise when i picked her up. she told me 'mom, this is angelina' she comes over to me and whispers 'it's angelina jolie. be nice' she thought this random woman was angelina jolie and this poor woman was just following her around because they had been talking all night."

you drop your head in shame as she finishes off the story and embarrassment, Bruce glancing over to you multiple times because he could never imagine you getting that drunk.

"to be fair, I was new to drinking, didn't know my limits and wanted to have fun. Anna, do not ever do anything like that, it was the worst i has ever been it's not worth it"

"Wait, we were together then? You were at least twenty one then" Bruce comments

"yeah, I didn't call you back for like three days." you reply

" I called your parents to make sure you were ok. do you even remember this?" he asks

"no. so this could be completely made up" you admit knowing damn well it was real because of the terrible hangover you had

"oh it was real alright" your dad pipes in

"ok, can we drop it this is embarrassing." you ask ashamed

because of this simple ask, your parents do not in fact drop it and the night ends up being all about you instead of Claude and Anna which was a bit unfair but I guess it was better than embarrassing Anna.

The night ends when Claude's parents ask him to come home. You and Bruce set off then too saying goodbye to Anna, Max and your parents sarcastically thanking them for everything they said.

As you and Bruce drive home and get ready for bed, he won't drop the subject of you getting obliterated drunk.

"I can't wait until I see Alfred next. I'm going to ask him about all the times that you got drunk beyond your limits"

and with that he was quiet and dropped the topic.

"honestly, I think Claude had the hots for you more than Anna. he was staring at you the whole dinner" you say to him

"stop, he just met THE Bruce Wayne. of course he's gonna be starstruck" he replies

"you're so full of it"

and that's how the night you were scared about ended. you were slightly embarrassed to be honest because as you knew deep down in your brain, there was nothing to worry about.

[sionisjaune]

Roommate au and pregnancy fic for princess cake but make it het and make Jenson the girl byeeeee

[Trope mash up prompt list] Remind me to tell you about the butch lesbian high school cool girl Jenson I was developing for an AU a while back.... N E WAY here you go!

Jenson finds herself sitting on the toilet, a drugstore pregnancy test in her hand and her panties on the floor around her ankles after she skips her period and clues into the fact that she never, ever skips her period. She stares fixedly at the little oval on the test stick, waiting for one or two lines to resolve. 

“Can you hurry up in there?” says Nico, pounding on the door. Their shitty flat only has the one bathroom, and Nico probably wants to get in to fetch his expensive hair products and spend half an hour in the mirror artfully fucking up his hair in a manner that is reminiscent of the style he sports when Jenson wakes up with a hangover and rolls onto her side to find Nico in her bed. 

“Fuck off,” says Jenson, squinting at the stick. Can it take any longer?

Nico pounds on the door again. “I need to piss,” he whines. Jenson buries her head in the hand not holding the test stick. She doesn’t know why she sleeps with him. Repeatedly. Her brain reminds her that it’s probably because he’s utterly shameless in bed and lets her tie him up and slap him around and generally seems to get off on Jenson emasculating him. 

“Just—one second,” Jenson says. She deposits the pregnancy test on the sink and pulls her panties up her hips, flushing the toilet. She washes her hands in the sink, scrutinizing her reflection in the vanity. The mascara she couldn’t be arsed to wash off last night is smeared around her eyes, making her look like a rather freckly racoon. She towels off her hands and unlocks the door for Nico, who is standing immediately outside of the washroom with his hand poised to knock on the door again, a white button down with the wrong buttons fastened slipping off his shoulders and a pair of skin-tight boxer briefs riding high on his thighs. 

“Fucking finally,” says Nico, rolling his eyes. He shoulders past Jenson, and Jenson swears she catches a whiff of a candy-scented perfume off the collar of his shirt. He went out with his friends last night, who are far weirder and less affable than Jenson’s friends. 

He slams the door behind him while Jenson pads through the flat to plop on the couch, tucking her legs under her. She listens to the toilet flush and the sink run. The door creaks open again, and Nico exits the washroom, rubbing a hand through his hair. 

“JB,” he says, hesitating. He’s clutching something in his hand. Oh shit, Jenson thinks. She watches him raise the pregnancy test Jenson forgot on the sink with a panicked look on his pouty face. “What’s this?”

[alltoowelltom]

In That Dress (t.h)

summary: y/n's costume at the Holland's annual costume party causes a little issue for tom

a/n: ok this is complete sleep-deprived shit, but i might have broken through my writers' block so yay! 

this is based off of a group costume with some friends last halloween, hence the names of y/n's friend group. it's random, but enjoy!

Boyfriend!Tom, Established relationship, fluff, hint of smut

"I vote Scooby-Doo," says Meg, strolling over to the kitchen and opening up the fridge. "Are you telling me you don't see the likeness between Ant and Scooby? It's uncanny."

You sigh, glancing over at your friends spread over the kitchen table at Tom's house. They'd come over an hour ago to finalise costume plans for the annual Holland costume party this weekend, and not one plan had been made. 

"Do I get to be Daphne if we go as Scooby-Doo?" asks Angie. "Wait, what's their group name? The Scooby-Doos? Scooby-Doo crew?" she puts her head in her hands. 

"Mystery Inc." mutters Kai, scrolling through his phone. in the corner. 

"Okay, we can't be the Scooby-Doo crew because Angie's dyslexia can't cope with it." says Ant, rubbing Angie's back sympathetically. "Why don't we circle back to the Spice Girls idea?"

The rest of the group considers. 

"That's actually not a bad idea," agrees Meg. 

The conversation pauses as Harrison strolls  in, blinking when he sees the five people unexpectedly in Tom's kitchen. 

"Oh, hey Y/N, hey guys." he says. "Uh, I was just popping in to check- uh-"

You roll your eyes at him. 

"I won't tell him you were here. I'll just blame it on that racoon that he thinks is breaking in and eating all his food." you say.

He grins. 

"Thanks. So, have you guys sorted your costumes for Friday night?" he asks. "Harry and Sam are going as Gru and Dr Nefario, apparently they're the ones to beat."

"That's what we've been trying to do for the last hour and a half," sighs Ant. "Tell me, which Spice Girl do you think I am?" 

Harrison snorts, before realising Ant is serious and trying to cover it up as a cough. 

"Baby Spice," he answers quickly, blurting out the first Spice Girl that came to mind. "Y/N has to be Ginger Spice, by the way. Tom'll probably cum in his pants."

You clap your hand over your mouth as your friends laugh, wiggling their eyebrows suggestively. 

"Why? Why would he do that?"

Harrison shrugs. 

"He was borderline obsessed with her for a while when we were teenagers." he says. "Couldn't really explain it. Later, guys!" he calls as he slinks out the back door. 

The music pumps from downstairs, vibrating the carpeted floor as you pull on your white knee-high boots. Nikki had been kind enough to let you and your friends borrow her bedroom to get ready for the costume party. Slipping a redheaded wig on your head, you glance in the mirror as Angie pokes her head around the door from the ensuite bathroom. 

"Y/N!" she calls. "Tuwaine just texted to tell us we're up next, are you ready?" 

You nod, applying one more coat of red lipstick as you follow her down the hall. Your group gathers on the landing, just around the corner from the top of the staircase. Right on cue, the lights go out, bringing a few gasps from the partygoers at the bottom of the stairs. In the darkness you find your places, posed as the group and giggling as you bump into each other. Somewhere downstairs, someone adjusts the music and ‘Spice Up Your Life' begins to play loudly. The lights come on and you strut down the stairs as a group, eliciting cheers and whistles from the partygoers. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you pose one last time as Harry snaps a few photos, struggling to operate his camera with his fake Gru nose in the way. 

As the group breaks apart, Tom pushes his way to the front and brings you into an embrace. You don't miss the way his eyes take in your costume, his breath hitching in his throat at the tight fitting dress, glittery sequins making up the Union Jack flag and accentuating your curves perfectly. He rests his hands on your hip, careful not to spill his beer on your outfit as he leans in close. 

"You're so sexy in that get-up, love." he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. "Can barely keep my hands off of you." 

He peppers tiny kisses over your neck, pushing you gently to the side of the room. He backs you up against the living room wall, bumping into people dancing on his way. You moan quietly, threading your fingers through his dark curls as he gently ruts his hips into yours, hoping to find some kind of friction. 

"Tom! Y/N!" calls Sam, rolling his eyes and pushing his way through the crowd towards the two of you. "Stop feeling each other up in public and come see Harrison and Grace's costume!" 

He disappears into the moving crowd and you push Tom off gently, beginning to follow Sam. Tom doesn't move from where he's still facing the wall, pulling you back by the hand. 

"Y/N!" he hisses. "I can't go right now."

You frown, gently tugging on his hand. 

"I want to go see Harrison and Grace's costumes. Apparently they were coming as Titanic and the iceberg, and I’ve got to see how they pulled that one off."

"Y/N, I can't go right now." he whines, blushing furiously and turning to the wall even more as an aunt of his walks past, nodding at the two of you. You give her a polite smile before pulling Tom to face you by the shoulders. You bite your lip to keep from laughing as Tom pouts at you. It seems he was telling the truth when he said he enjoyed your outfit. The tent in his pants said that all too clearly. 

"You've gotta help me baby," he whines, attempting to cover himself with his hands. They're gonna bring out the food soon and all my family are gonna see!"

You rest your head on his shoulder as you laugh, trying to control yourself enough to assess the situation. 

"Do you think if we hang out here for a minute, Little Tom will go away on his own?" you ask. 

Tom shakes his head, turning towards the wall in shame again. 

"Not while you're in that dress." he blushes. 

You roll your eyes affectionately, glancing around to make sure no one's paying too much attention. You stand in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck and shielding the front of his body as you begin to guide him up the stairs towards his old bedroom before anyone will notice. 

"You owe me, Holland."

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