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Chapter Four: The Dungeon Master and Depression

***BEFORE YOU READ ANY FURTHER THERE IS GOING TO BE SEX, HEAVY BDSM THEMES, AND OTHER GENERAL NSFW THINGS. IF YOU ARE A MINOR/A BLANK BLOG/ A BLOG WITH NO AGE PLEASE DO NOT INTEREACT! IF I SEE IT, I WILL BLOCK IMMEDIATELY! THANKS!<3***

Pairing: Professor! Steve Harrington x Best Friends Dad! Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angst, alcohol consumption, Steve needs a hug, sad Steve, Eddie being the literal sexiest man on the planet, daddy kink, spit kink, spanking, cum eating, squirting, bondage, masterbation, Dom! Eddie, dirty talk, pet names, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), BDSM themes, Eddie and Steve are in their early to mid 40s and reader is in her mid 20s

Summary: Eddie shows you a side of him you haven't seen before and things with Steve take a turn for the worst

Authors Note: Hi yall, i just wanted to say thank you for all the love on this series so far, ive really enjoyed writing it! also im very nervy about posting this chapter bc the smut is intense! i prommy it wont always be this intense but anyways ENJOY :D 9k

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The next few days were spent mostly consoling Violet, she had made the decision to break up with Quinn. She didn’t trust them anymore and you didn’t blame her. You and Eddie took turns holding her when she cried or getting her to shower and eat food. It left little time for you and Eddie to spend time alone, never getting the chance to finish what you started after your date.

You could steal kisses here and there, but no heavy petting. It was driving you insane, it was like the universe was punishing you for dating your best friend’s dad.

After a few days she decided she needed to get out of Hawkins for a little while and went to spend a week at her mom’s. You made her promise to text her whenever she needed, and Eddie offered again to go over to talk to Quinn. She waved both of you off, reassuring you that she’d be fine. You drove her to the airport and off she went.

It made you feel guilty that you were so relieved that she had left, you felt like you were the worst best friend in the world. First dating her dad, and secondly happy she was leaving you after just having a brutal break-up.

What kind of friend are you?

You spent the next few days catching up on school, finally getting a chance to focus now that you didn’t have to worry about Violet as much. Not wanting to waste the very limited time the two of you had at Eddies, you spent the nights at his house covering the entire house in random textbooks and various versions of assignments. Sometimes the two of you would sit on the couch, he would watch tv while you studied, or you’d be in a chair out in the garage while Eddie played guitar and smoked. Or your favorite, cuddled up on his lap on his bed, Eddie silently reading a book and caressing the skin available to him.

It was perfect domestic bliss, he’d cook the two of you breakfast in the morning, and he’d come home to a homecooked meal in the evening. The only thing you were missing was his cock, mid terms were coming up and you were absolutely swamped. Spending all of your time that wasn’t spent at school, or working, was dedicated to more school. It was frying your brain.

Then one day you had finally had enough, another one of your professors had added another paper due on top of studying for all of your other exams. You had so many things you needed to get done before Thanksgiving you thought your head was going to explode.

You spent some time crying in your car that day, before walking up the driveway into Eddies house. Now a second home to you, you take off your shoes and head to Eddies bedroom and snuggling under the sheets, breathing in his scent. You hear Eddies familiar footsteps coming up the stairs into the bedroom the two of you basically shared.

“hey sweetpea-“ the rest of his greeting dying on his lips.

You feel him before you see him, he just slides into bed with you and holds you tightly against him. Then you lose it some more, crying into one of his pillows, just so stressed out. You needed all of it to go away, you didn’t want to think anymore.

He pushes the hair out of your face and wipes away your tears, “hey talk to me baby, what’s goin on? Hmm?” he questions, concern in his voice.

“It’s too much” you croak, turning over and nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Make it go away, please make it go away, my brain is so tired, I just need a break!” you sob harder into his embrace.

Eddie wrapped his arms around your body, protecting you from the outside world.

“I know baby, I know, I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry” he says calmly, leaving little kisses in your hair.

The two of you tangled up together in silence, just him touching your skin and you holding on to him for dear life. It stays like this for a few minutes. You can practically hear Eddies mind working a thousand miles a minute.

“... do you really want it to go away?” Eddie asks, almost a whisper.

You nodded feverishly into his chest, grabbing his shirt and pulling him impossibly closer to you.

“Please,” you whisper into his chest.

Eddie pulls the two of you apart so you can see his face, his eyes serious with anticipation. He caresses your cheek with his hand, running his thumb across your lips.

“I wanna show you something, you don’t have to say yes. But I think it might help.” He says, waiting for your answer.

You nod your head, ready to try anything to get your brain to calm down. He takes you by your hands, carefully getting you up and on your feet. Being so gentle with you, almost like he was afraid you’d break if he moved to quick or touched you too hard. Eddie led you down the stairs into the kitchen, right in front of the basement door.

He looked at you anxiously, you rarely if ever saw him anxious, it made your heart rate spike a little feeding off his nervous energy.

He opens the door and leads you down into the basement, immediately confused by Eddies immense anxiety. It’s just a basement, it had loads of Eddies DnD books nicely tucked away on bookshelves, a huge circular table in the middle with papers scattered all over it, and a bunch of props and miniatures that you assumed Eddie used for various DnD campaigns. Eddie meets you at the bottom of the stairs and puts his hand in yours, his eyes still timid.

“Sorry it’s a bit of a mess, I’ve been working on a new campaign.” He says while nervously scratching the back of his head. You squeeze his hand giving him some reassurance.

“Look, I know we haven’t been dating very long, but I really fucking like you. So just bear with me kay? I don’t wanna scare you off,” he states, fiddling with your fingers in his hands.

“You could never scare me off Eddie” you say plainly, having more admiration for him than almost anybody else.

With a sigh he guides you past all the DnD stuff into a hidden black door under the stairs, the door locked with a key padlock.

Eddie grabs a key off a chain that’s on his neck that he wears every day, you always thought it was just for decoration and not practical use. He turns the key into the lock and leads you into a dark room and turns on the light.

It takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the room, not really sure what you’re seeing. The walls are blood red, various toys, whips, paddles, and a saint Andrews cross leaning in the corner between two walls. At the center of the room was a bed with black satin sheets, with a black bed frame with various hooks and chains attached to it.

You look at Eddie in surprise, you didn’t expect him to have a whole fucking sex dungeon in his basement. You were impressed, you usually only read about stuff like this in your books. Never thinking that you’d actually get to experience it in real life.

“This is uh, welcome to my dungeon” he says, grandiosely waving his hands to show off the room, chuckling nervously to himself. You smile lightly at him, still your goofy Eddie.

“You can totally tell me to fuck off, and we don’t ever have to talk about this ever again, scouts honor. I just.. I thought maybe because of the books you like to read. Maybe we had uhm similar interests,” he says, closing the door behind the two of you.

You’re still in awe of what you see before you, finding something new to look at every second, you start to feel yourself getting excited. The anxiety melting away the longer you were in this room, like it was magic.

“Please say something, anything, you’re killin’ me here darlin,” he says, pulling your hand to his lips, leaving tiny kisses in their wake.

You walk farther into the room, dusting your fingers along the various toys and instruments on the wall. Eddie follows suit, rubbing his arms up and down your shoulders while you look. You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. He looks at you hungrily, waiting for your next move, you’ve never wanted him more.

“Turn off my brain Eds, please,” you beg, putting on your prettiest doe eyes.

Eddie curses under his breath and shakes his head trying to concentrate. He hugs you tightly as a thank you that you didn’t run out of the room kicking and screaming. He sits the two of you on a bench at the foot of the bed, holding your hands in his.

“Alright sweetness, I gotta lay down a few rules before we play, okay?” He says, clearly in his element. You nod, understanding what he means. Being familiar with the world of BDSM, but never getting to act on it before.

“First things first, safe words, If I ask you for your color, you respond with Green, Yellow, or Red. Green meaning you’re okay mentally and physically and I can keep going. Yellow meaning that you’re reaching your limit and I need to check in with you. Red meaning stop, you say this word and whatever scene we are doing will stop immediately and we will go into aftercare. I want you to feel safe during every single part of this, so don’t be afraid to stop a scene, okay? This is supposed to be fun for the both of us. Ya with me so far?” He smiles lightly trying to keep the tension light but letting know that he means business.

“With ya Eds,” you say with a nod of your head.

You can practically hear his heart swelling with pride. He continues to go through some more safety rules, what to do if you’re bound or gagged and can’t say a safe word. He goes through some walk throughs of what some of the various toys do, to see what piques your interest. He asks you if you know any of your hard or soft limits, you give him some basic ones, open to a lot considering you didn’t have a ton of real life experience in this department. You were starting to get a little nervous, hoping that you would live up to Eddies expectations.

He senses the panic inside you and squeezes your hands. “Don’t worry okay? You agreeing to try this with me is already a dream come true, I just want to help you feel better, help you let go.” He says sweetly.

You take a deep breath and lean back into him on the bench. He rubs his hands soothingly up and down your arms and then around your waist, tugging up the bottom of your shirt and lifting it over your head, and does the same with your leggings. He has you stand in front of him, leaving you in only your bra and underwear, your skin erupting in goosebumps when it hits the cold air.

“Beautiful,” he says breathlessly, his eyes scanning over every inch of your body. You look at him, you can see his cock already stiffening in the confines of his pants.

“Bend over for me baby,” he commands. Situating you over his lap, ass in the air, making your thoughts immediately cloud with want. You had never been in such a compromising position before and you loved it, showing yourself off to him.

“I’ll start slow, remember, any time you need to stop just say red and I’ll stop okay?” he reminds you one last time before he starts.

He readies you by palming each of your cheeks with his hands, increasing the pressure with each touch. You can already feel the heat rising in your body, your legs squirming together trying to find any sort of friction. Eddie seeing your desperation grabs your legs forcing them apart with his leg.

“You’re so fuckin cute, you’ll learn,” he warns, earning you a light slap across your left check. You gasp not expecting it, making your eyes roll back in pleasure, grinding your hips against Eddie’s clothed legs.

Two more light slaps come down on each cheek, eliciting a whimper from your lips, your hips grinding up wanting more. You can feel his length twitch underneath you with every smack, and your wetness seeping into your panties, you’d never been this desperate in your life.

“What’s your color princess, you doin okay?” he questions, genuine concern in his voice that makes your heart swell.

“Green Eds, m’ good,” you say hazily, your mind starting to cloud over.

With that confirmation he slowly increases the intensity of each slap, switching between your two cheeks. It only made you whimper louder, wanting even more. The slaps were now punishing, surely your cheeks bright pink from the abuse. You were surprised, you never thought something like this would feel so good. But you couldn’t help it, your panties now completely soaked through.

“You like that, you like when I hurt you?” he says, leaning into the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You nod wildly, not trusting your words.

You hear Eddie click his tongue, “Nuh uh pretty girl, down here you gotta use your words. Now I’m gonna ask again, you like it when I hurt you?” he demands, landing two more harsh slaps against your bottom.

“Yes, yes Eddie I like when you hurt me” you say desperately. Your body buzzing, every cell screaming with need. Your mind thinking of only him and the pain he gives you, mind completely blank.

“Good girl baby, doin such a good job” he praises, you smile at his praise, sinking further and further away from all the worries that had bothered you not a half hour ago.

He lands an especially mean slap on your right cheek pulling a loud moan out of your mouth, you can hear Eddies laugh vibrate through his chest.

“Fuck look at you baby, taking everything I give you. You’re my little pain slut aren’t you?” he mocks, tutting and rubbing at your now very red ass.

“Mhmm” you mutter brainlessly, trying to push your legs together, your clit on fire with need.

“Words pretty girl, I need words, that’s your last warning before you regret it,” he warns, gifting you another brutal slap.

“Y-yes, your pain slut, all yours,” you babble pathetically, desperate tears begging to spill from your eyes.

“Fuck me, yeah you are, C’mere let me look at you, get on your knees f’me” he says breathlessly, helping you off his lap and down between his legs. You lay your head against one of his knees, looking up at him between your eyelashes.

He brushes his hand across your cheek, rubbing your lips with his thumb. In your brainless state you allow his thumb into your mouth sucking on it while maintaining eye contact. You felt so free, knowing that he was going to take care of you, that you didn’t have to think anymore, giving up control gave your brain freedom that you wouldn’t have otherwise.

“Perfect” he utters, barely above a whisper, mesmerized by the way your mouth was sucking his thumb in, swirling the tip of his thumb with your tongue. Wanting more than just his thumb you tug on his pants and belt with your hand, but it wasn’t your turn to be in control. Eddie pulls the bottom of your chin up, straining your neck to meet his demand.

He pinches your cheeks together, forcing your mouth open wider. He takes his thumb out of your mouth replacing it with his pointer and middle fingers, seeing how deep you can put them down your throat. While maintaining eye contact, you suck his fingers all the way to the back of your throat until you choke lightly on them.

“You look so pretty with your mouth all full” he says as he leans down to leave a kiss on the side of your very full mouth.

All the praise becoming too much, squirming aimlessly in the air, whimpering around Eddies fingers. He seems to get a kick out of your desperation, cursing under his breath. All made more apparent by his very hard cock outlined in his pants.

“Alright sweet thing, climb up on the bed for me” he commands, tapping the silk sheets on the bed. You do as your told, meanwhile Eddie removes his shirt, belt, and pants. You look at him hungrily, with the playing field now level.

He sits down onto the bed next to you, pulling you into a deep kiss. Your bodies melt together, his hands everywhere, grabbing every inch of you. The two of you relax onto the bed, letting him kiss and nip and your skin, slowly taking off your bra and panties until you were completely bare in front of him.

He pulls your legs apart, not allowing you to hide any part of yourself from him. You were embarrassed by how wet you had gotten just from that act alone, he barely touched you.

Eddie curses under his breath, pulling apart your folds to see you dripping down your thighs.

“My needy needy girl”, he coos, dipping one of his fingers into your entrance, gathering some of your release on his fingers. He brings it up to your mouth, you suck in his fingers eagerly, wanting to please. Your release taste tangy and sweet, you moan around his fingers at the dirty act. Dipping his fingers back at your entrance, taking some of your release for himself, moaning around his fingers.

Focusing his attention back on you, he straddles you and puts your hands above your head and kisses you deeply. You feel him grind against your core making you buck up against him. Your groans filling the room, the tension becoming too much to bear.

“Need you eds, please,” you beg, the pressure between your legs driving you insane. That’s the only confirmation Eddie needed before taking his boxers off, sliding his throbbing cock in between your soaked folds. You wrap your legs around his back, pushing him harder against you.

He lines up his cock up to your entrance and slowly pushes in, his length pushing up against your cervix as he bottoms out. You whine, biting down on his shoulder, provoking a curse from his mouth.

“Color baby?” he asks breathlessly against your skin.

“Green Eds, really fucking green,” you grin against his shoulder, kissing the tattoo along his jaw.

Your words, diminishing the last of his resolve as he starts to thrust in and out of your heat slowly. Your eyes glass over, the pleasure being too much, you had never been so full. Not even your dildo doing half as much as Eddies cock.

“Shit, your pussy was fucking made for me, made to take my fucking cock,” he growls, biting down on a part of your neck, trying to contain his groans and whines.

You dig your claws into his back, wishing him deeper inside of you. Eddie using that as an okay to go faster, he grabs an edge of the bed frame for leverage. The wet sounds of his cock entering you drowning out your whimpers and moans.

“Uh, uh, uh, oh, fuuuckk E-eddie” you wail, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open.

“You like that baby, you like it when I fuck you like the little slut you are? All you needed was a few slaps on your ass for you do go dumb huh?” he mocks, pistoning harder into your core.

“Yes, yes I fucking love it, more please,” you beg, you wanted to see how much more you could handle, the pleasure building between your legs.

Eddie takes one of his hands off the bed frame, cupping the sides of your jaw with his hand.

“Open,” he demands. You obey, all rational thoughts gone long ago. Taking the opportunity, he spits sloppily into your mouth, you swallow and take what he gives your greedily.

“Atta girl, doing what your told” he sighs proudly, going back to concentrating rocking his hips against yours with vigor. You could feel yourself getting close, all of it becoming too much, the fucking, the slapping, the dirty talk, it was all perfect. You were plummeting quickly to your release, your walls spasming in anticipation.

“If you keep squeezing me like that m’ not gonna last much longer,” he confesses, leaving little kisses on your neck.

“Eds- I- fuck- I’m gonna cum- please cum in me please, need your cum,” you beg, feeling your release threatening to take over.

“Fuck,” he curses, you can feel his pace getting sloppier, fucking you through your release. Your legs shaking, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes glazed over, having the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life.

Your walls clamp down on Eddie, not lasting much longer after you, spilling his seed into your waiting center. You feel his release spill out onto your thighs and sheets.

“Please tell me you’re on the pill” he mutters into your chest, sweat covering both of your bodies. You giggle and caress his hair, playing with his dark brown and greying curls.

“Yeah, ‘m on the pill,” you confirm, leaving a kiss at the top of his head. Eddie sighs thankfully on your chest, followed by a few minutes of silence from the two of you. Basking in each others after sex glow, gentle touches and light kisses.

You stay cuddled up for a while, neither of you wanted to go back to reality. The basement was like your safe place, where both of you could let go, like really let go. He saw things in you today that up until now, you had never let anyone see that side of you. He allowed you the same, taking down his walls showing you everything he had to offer.

He showed that he really cared about you, that he could take care of you even when your brain was against you. That was something you had never had before, someone who knew you and cared about you enough to help you fight the endless battles in your brain. You swore to yourself right there that you’d help him fight his battles too.

After a while he got up and got you a glass of water and a warm washcloth to help wipe you off. Your center still sensitive from your previous activities. Eddie was gentle, taking his time, making sure you were physically okay. He even put cream on your sore, soon to be bruised ass, after many many kisses that made you blush.

His teddy bear eyes looking into yours, while the two of you lay naked in bed, him painting circles on your face.

“How’s your head now baby? Better?” he asked hopeful. Tears form at the tips of your eyes, you nod your head vigorously. Your tears making Eddies eyes fill with concern.

“What baby? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asks soothingly.

You shake your head, trying to find the words for what you were feeling. “No no I’m fine, I’m just.. happy. My brain is so quiet, I can’t remember the last time my brain was so quiet.” You sob into Eddies chest, pulling him closer into you. He wraps his arms around you and shushes your tears, wiping them from your face leaving little kisses in their wake.

“It’s okay baby, I’m here, I gotcha” he says, comforting you with more kisses, squeezing you tighter against him. The two of you spend the rest of the night down in the basement, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms, completely content.

When you wake up the following morning, you are still wrapped up in each other’s arms, Eddie still lightly snoring. You take this time to really take him in, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, the laugh lines around his lips, his lips so pink and plush, the light wrinkles around his eyes, the dark curly brown hair that falls in front of his face, you didn’t know how you got so lucky. Not only is Eddie quite literally the sweetest man you had ever met in your life, but he’s also the most handsome.

You snuggle back into him, basking in his embrace. A little while later he wakes from sleep, stretching out, allowing you to get up and go to the bathroom.

“Hey little missy where do you think you’re goin?” he asks, pouting in bed patting the space where you were previously occupying.

“Just gotta pee,” you whisper, hoping maybe he will fall back asleep, but Eddie is stubborn.

“Just hold it, come back and cuddle,” he whines. You chuckle and kiss the top of his head before putting on his Metallica t shirt and heading out the door and up the stairs to the kitchen. You walk into the downstairs bathroom and gasp at the state you were left in. You still had mascara smudges under your eyes from crying and cumming, your hair was sticking up every which way, you looked a mess. And yet the beautiful man downstairs still wanted you, lucky you.

After you clean up a little and comb through your hair, you head to the kitchen to grab the two of you something to eat. You hear the basement door open, and the man you were just thinking about emerges, wearing only his boxers.

“I get to fuck the girl of my dreams AND she made me breakfast, I can die a happy man,” he remarks, enveloping you into a passionate kiss. You giggle against him, still not used how much he likes you.

“And you’re wearing my shirt,” he comments, taking a handful of your ass in each hand making you hiss, your butt still sore from the beating it received the day before.

“Just wanna touch base, everything yesterday was okay right? It wasn’t exactly what I picture our first time to be like but, I don’t regret it. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, definitely did not disappoint,” he expresses.

“It was better than I could’ve imagined Ed, really. You were beautiful.” You confess, going on your tippy toes to steal a kiss from him.

The two of you spend the rest of the morning cuddled up on the couch eating breakfast, before you had to part ways. You had classes most of the day and Eddie had to go into the office for work.

Leaving Eddie was the hardest part of any day, but especially today. You had Steves class today, you always dreaded going after everything went down between the two of you. You wished to stay here forever.

The two of you share way too many last kisses before the two of you leave his house in your respective cars. You needed to go to your apartment before class to change, and then Sociology 101.

You waited as long as you possibly could before going into the classroom, you’ve started a routine of avoiding Steve as much as humanly possible. But when you entered the class, instead of being met by Steves sad eyes, you were met by a balding older man with grey hair. You look around at the rest of the class as you make your way to your seat, they also seem equally as confused as you. The man in the front of the class introduces himself as Professor McCarthy, he explained that he was going to take over for Steve for the time being.

“Where is Professor Harrington?” The girl who sits behind you asks, a slight whine in her voice.

“He has taken a seemingly well-deserved sabbatical,” Professor McCarthy confesses with zero empathy in his voice.

You can barely pay attention during class, your thoughts swimming threatening to drown you.

Why did he leave?

Was it because of you?

Does Robin know?

Was he forced to take a leave?

Did people find out about the two of you?

You hated to admit it, but a small part of your brain was trying to say something. Loud enough for you to hear it through the madness.

Is he okay?

You didn’t know why, but you still cared about Steve. Even though he hurt you, you wanted to know he was alright. After so many weeks of getting to know him, you knew how much being a teacher meant to him. You knew how passionate he is about the subject he teaches; it worried you that he could just leave. It had to mean something was really wrong.

The rest of the class goes by in a blur, the new professors voice conveniently very easy to drone out. You were the first one to leave the room once class was over. Speed walking down the hall, heading to the only place you knew you’d find answers.

You knock on the door to Robins office, hoping that she was in today.

“Come in!” she calls out.

She looks startled when she sees you standing in her doorway, expecting to see a student with questions about an assignment.

“Uh, hi.” You say awkwardly, still standing in the doorway.

“Hey Y/N, come in, why don’t you sit down,” she offers kindly, already knowing why you’re here.

“Where is he?” you ask bluntly.

Robin sighs before answering, her eyes moving, trying to think of the best way to explain it to you.

“He just needed a break, and the board allowed it,” she says plainly

“I wanna talk to him,” you confess, words leaving your mouth before you could think. Yes, you were upset with Steve, definitely hurt. But that doesn’t mean that you wanted him to leave his job, the both of you are adults. You feel guilty, like you’re the reason he left, and you needed closure.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea honey,” Robin says empathetically.

Your heart drops.

“Please? At least think about it, okay? I’m not mad anymore, I just, I wanna make sure he’s okay,” you admit, hoping to clear the air.

Robin nods and promises that she’ll think about it, but she didn’t seem very convincing. The following days after, dragged on, still piled high with homework. Made worse now because your new sociology professor is the worst, he talked too fast and without any tone in his voice, you caught a few students falling asleep in his class, it was that bad.

Eddie helped a lot, staying over at your house some nights to cuddle up with you after staring at your computer screen for hours on end. You felt guilty that you were so worried about Steve, when you had the perfect man in front of you. You convinced yourself it was just guilt, you just wanted to make sure he’s okay.

Then you got lucky, one morning when you walked into Robins classroom, where you usually sat was a note.

“Here’s his number, don’t make me regret it.” Was etched into the paper.

Your heart flutters in anticipation as hope fills your chest. You spend time after class thinking about the right thing to say, do you text him? Do you call him? You decide on a text, thinking a text is less daunting than calling him.

“Hey Steve, its Y/N. heard about ur sabbatical, hope ur okay” Not really sure what to say, your finger hovers over the send button for a few seconds before you send it. Immediately followed by you throwing your phone across the room.

What the fuck are you doing?

You spend the next couple of hours on your laptop doing your homework, sneaking peaks at your phone, triple checking that you hadn’t missed any messages from Steve. You reasoned with yourself that he might be on vacation or at least just busy. You try to get out of your head and focus on your homework.

The next few days you spent checking your phone every once in awhile looking for a text from Steve that hadn’t come. You were starting to get anxious, even a little worried. The semester was coming to a close, all your assignments turned in and only one mid term left to take. You had come to terms with the idea that Steve just wasn’t going to text you back, he didn’t owe you anything, I guess you’d just have to find closure on your own.

Until one afternoon, the day before thanksgiving, you get a text.

“I miss u”

You stare at your phone, double checking that the text was coming from the right number, Steve’s number. Concern floods your system, this is unlike him.

“Steve? R u okay?”

“I meszed it all up Y/N, im sry”

You’re heart now threatening to beat out of your chest, something was wrong, really wrong. You’re old enough to know when you’re getting a drunk text, what if he was out somewhere alone in this state? You needed to make sure he was okay, or at least somewhere safe.

“Steve tell me where u are, r u safe?”

“Come overrr” is all that is written, followed by a ping to an address. You grab your keys and your coat without a second thought. You get in your car and drive faster than what was probably safe, thoughts only on Steve.

When you finally get to the address, it takes you to a huge house on the outside of town. You let yourself through the gate and park in the huge driveway. You knock on the front door, it squeaks open lightly, you take deep breath and let yourself in. The house is massive, like really big, like old money big. The place is so big, you wander around for a little while searching the various extravagant rooms on the first floor until you find Steve in what you assume is the study.

He's slumped over onto his desk, his hand holding a fancy glass filled with amber liquid. You knock on the side of the door, jostling Steve from his drunk stupor.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” his words slightly slurred.

“Uh, you texted me, you gave me this address,” you feel your heart drop into your stomach, you knew this was a bad idea.

You see Steve’s bloodshot eyes search for the memory of sending you his address, raking his hands through his hair. Steve looked like he hadn’t taken care of himself for awhile, stains all over t-shirt and sweatpants. Your heart ached seeing him this way, guilt washed over you like a tsunami. This entire time you were thinking about yourself and your own closure, and not about the clearly broken man sitting before you.

“This was a mistake, I should go,” you admit before turning in the doorway to leave the way you came in.

“No, p-please wait! I- fuck everything is so fucked up I don’t know what to do anymore. Just stay.” He looks up at you through his glassy red eyes, begging you to stay.

You decide to stay, you step closer to his desk to get a better look at the state he’s in. He probably hasn’t showered in days, and he reeked of alcohol.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” is all you can think to say, you can’t stand to see him this way any longer.

Steve allows you to get him up and out of the chair, the two of you half stumble while he shows you how to get to the master bathroom. You help him get out of his clothes until he’s left in just his boxers, you do your best not to stare. Even in the state he’s in, you still fought the urge to drool at the sight of him. You turn on the hot water, and look at him sitting on the toilet almost completely naked.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he mumbles groggily.

You suck in a deep breath and let it out harshly, you had always known that. If you knew anything about Steve Harrington, you know that he couldn’t hurt a fly. But you couldn’t believe anything he was saying right now. He was still drunk, and you didn’t know how he was going to feel once he sobered up.

“Why don’t you get in the shower, and we can talk once you’re out, okay?” you reassure him, leaving the room to give him space.

His bedroom was a mess, clothes and random liquor bottles everywhere, you tidy it up the best you can before making your way back downstairs to the kitchen. The kitchen is huge, meant for a chef or someone who really likes to cook. But instead, you see containers of take out and microwave dinners piled in the over flowing garbage and more dishes crowding in the sink. You take out the garbage and do the dishes.

By the time you’re finishing up the dishes you hear footsteps pattering into the kitchen.

“Hi” he says meekly.

“Hi” you reply, placing the last dish into the dishwasher.

He stands next to you, one hand on the counter and one hand on his hip, trying to think of what to say. He opens and closes his mouth, but nothing comes out.

“It’s fine really Steve, I’m happy to help,” you confess, turning your body to face him.

Steve looks down at his hands, when he looks back up at you, fresh tears have formed on his lash line.

“I’m the worst, aren’t I?” he questions, his voice breaking.

Your heart broke with him, “No Steve, you’re not the worst. At little messed up, definitely. But far from the worst.”

He looks at you gratefully before he continues speaking.

“I- I thought you hated me. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t know how I screwed things up so badly. I’m sorry I brought you all the way out here. I just... fuck I just missed you Y/N,” he babbles, his tears now flowing down his face in little streams.

You walk a few steps closer to him, not trusting yourself to touch him.

Eddie, remember Eddie.

“I don’t hate you Steve, I could never hate you. I was just hurt and confused. Honestly, I still am hurt and confused, I just. I couldn’t bear the thought of you not teaching or being upset because of me. That’s why I came,” you reassure him, hoping your eyes show him the rest. That you do care for him, and want him to be okay.

Steve nods, mulling over your words, wiping his eyes. Then you hear some buzzing on the marble kitchen counter. Steve’s phone goes off, he looks at his phone and answers it immediately. You can hear Robins worried voice on the other end of the phone anxiously babbling questions off at him. You felt good knowing that even if you weren’t in Steves life, he still had Robin.

“No, ugh Rob I’m fine, please you don’t need to come and check on me.”

“Yes, I’ve showered. NO! Don’t bring Nancy, I don’t want her to see me like this.” He rubs his forehead, probably nursing a headache.

Steve hangs up the phone and looks at you.

“Uhm, Rob is coming over, and.. you probably shouldn’t be here when she gets here” he says awkwardly, he looks like he has more to say but decided against it.

You nod your head in understanding. Steve walks you to the front door, thanks you a million more times before waving you off as you get in your car and drive away.

You pull of on the side of the road, a few blocks from Steves place. You put your arms around the steering wheel, thinking about what just happened.

He is just a friend, someone you care about who needed your help.

You shake your head out of your thoughts and head back to your apartment. As you pull into the parking lot your phone dings, you park your car and look at the notification lighting up your phone screen.

“Come over stinky butt 🍑”

You smile at your phone, of course it’s Eddie, the one who makes you feel safe. The one you don’t have to take care of or worry about, your rock. You put your car in reverse, and drive towards Eddies house. The closer you get to Eddies house, the more every loud thought of Steve was quieting to a whisper, you sigh in relief.

“Vi?!” you say cautiously, a routine you were now used to.

Eddie pokes his head out of the kitchen, “Just me babe” a smile plastered across his face. You smile back and head into the kitchen, only to immediately be scooped up into a hug and lifted off your feet. You breathe in Eddies scent, allowing it to ground you back into your reality.

“Mmm missed you,” Eddie murmurs in between kisses. You wrap your arms around his waist, deepening the kiss.

“Missed you too Eds,” Eddie groans against you, pushing you against the counter.

The two of you kiss some more, allowing yourselves to get lost in each other. When you finally pull back you look into Eddies eyes, they just seem tired. You cup your hand around his face, and his cups your hand with his; grateful for the affection.

“Can I show you something?” he asks, only admiration in his eyes. You kiss him as a yes, and let him guide you back down into the basement. You stomach doing flips remembering the last time the two of you spent time down here. But this time he leads you into the main room. The circular table previously covered in random campaign research, now completely clean except for two stacks of paper in front a chair at the head of the table.

He pulls back the chair, next to the head and ushers you into it. You sit down, looking at him inquisitively. He sits down at the head of the table, clearing his voice before he speaks.

“So, the other day, I really liked seeing that side of you. And I wanted to know if you felt the same way, and if maybe you wanted to do it again,” he confesses, searching for the answer in your eyes. His gaze lights a fire in your belly, and a growing ache between your legs, remember the previous activities down here.

You bite your lip and look at him, trying to find the right words, “I’d like that a lot, I like when you take control,” you confide in him, nudging your leg against his under the table. Eddie takes in a deep breath before speaking again, “I just wanted to go over some more safety stuff, if we are going to really do this, and not have it be a one time thing,” handing you one of the stacks of paper in front of him.

He goes onto explain to you that this is not a contract, but more of a mostly complete list of limits that he wanted the two of you to fill out before playing again. He clarifies that the reason for this is so that neither of you ever accidently make the other feel uncomfortable during a scene. Your eyes looking over the papers curiously, overwhelmed by all the different things listed. He had to explain a few of them to you, him being more experienced than you were. You could feel the tension in the room heating up, and your panties dampening.

Finally, you’re on the last page, your knee bouncing up and down in anticipation.

“Where is Violet?” you ask, a little bit too much excitement in your voice. You see his eyes darken and a smirk splay across his lips.

“She’s working night shift” he says grabbing your chair and bringing it closer to his side, grabbing your thigh harshly.

You let out a shaky breath, you needed this, him. You go to put your hand around his neck to pull him into a kiss, but he grabs your wrist.

“Finish what I’ve asked of you pretty girl” leaving a kiss at the shell of your, evoking goosebumps across your skin.

You swallow hard, all the moisture gone from your mouth. You look back down on the paper, finishing it as fast at you can before looking back up at him for more instructions.

“Good job baby, I’m proud of you. You follow instructions so well” he praises, leaving a light kiss on your cheek. He pulls his eyes away from you for a bit, looking through all of your limits or things you are willing to try. You take this time to do the same with him, shocked by a few things, but even more turned on. Once you’re done reading you look up to see him staring at you hungrily.

“Ready to play sweet thing?” he says, pupils blown in lust.

“Ready,” you say breathlessly, willing air into your lungs.

“One more thing before we start, I like Daddy and Master, just so you know,” he winks at you, and it takes everything in you to stop your knees from buckling.

He takes you by your hand and walks with you to the secret door under the stairs. Your body buzzing, wanting to touch the man in front of you anywhere and everywhere. He opens the door and lets the two of you in. Once the door is closed, he envelops you into a deep kiss, you whimper at his lips on yours.

“Mm fuck, I love your little noises” he hisses, lifting you up by your legs and guiding you to wrap them around his waist. He sits down on the bed, leaving you to straddle his waist. The sheets were changed since you were here last, now a silky maroon color. You take the opportunity to grind your hips down on his lap while he grabs at the skin available to him, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths. His lips tasting like the last cigarette he smoked, chasing his tongue with yours. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, the way his bulge was rubbing against your clit could make you cum right now with how worked up you are. You moan a little louder into Eddies mouth, making him pull back and look at your already fucked out expression.

“Look at you baby, already so desperate” he teases, lifting you off of him for a second to slide your leggings and panties off. He guides you back onto his lap, situating his fingers at your center, swiping them through your folds. Lifting his hands up to find them glistening with your juices.

“And already so fucking wet, such a needy little slut” he says, sticking his fingers into his mouth. You go back to grinding your hips against his bulge, not being able to help yourself, your clit aching with need.

Eddie stills your hips with his hand, grabbing at your ass and tits roughly before taking off your shirt, leaving you naked except your bra. Eddie takes this time to kiss all the skin newly available to him. You moan loudly into the open room, trying your best to obey and not rock your hips against his.

This task became harder and harder the longer his lips were on yours, kissing that spot on your neck that you like, nipping at your lips, kissing your newly exposed nipples. It was all too much, you grind your hips into his without thinking, and that’s when he swiftly turns the turns the two of you over. You can feel the silk sheets against your back, and his hands on your hips. You whine in protest, trying to rock your hips into his once more.

“Awe, my girl just can’t stay still huh? I can help with that,” He taunts, leaving you to lay on the bed, going into the little nightstand on the side of the bed.

He comes back into view holding leather cuffs in his hands, and a sinister look on your face. He takes his time kissing each of your wrists before helping you into the cuffs, doing the same thing with your ankles. You take a look at your wrists, now partially covered by the leather material, it was tight but not too tight. You feel Eddie move around you before grabbing one of your wrists in his hand lightly hearing a clicking sound as he lays it back down on the bed. You go to pick up your wrist again, realizing you can’t. You look at the head of the bed to see your cuff connected to a restraint in the frame. He continues to do the same thing with your other wrist and both of your ankles.

His stare could bore holes into skin the way that it heated you up from the inside. You struggle lightly against the restraints, trying to test how much movement you had in each limb, which wasn’t much. He sits next to you on the bed, palming your face in one of his hands.

“Color baby?” he questions.

“Green!” you say brightly, excited for the adventure ahead of you.

“Doin’ so good for me” he coos, and then his touch is gone and he’s somewhere in the room. You can hear random rustling but you can’t lift up your head enough to see what he’s grabbing.

He comes back next to you seemingly empty handed, and then he lifts up his hands to you to show you his haul. He has a single black die in his one hand, and a vibrating wand in the other.

“So, we’re gonna play a little game, I’m going to roll the dice. Whatever number the dice lands on, is how many times you have to edge until I let you cum.” He says, he usually chocolate brown eyes now almost black with lust.

You lick your lips and think about how to respond, “Y-yes Daddy” you utter, your face heating up at the new pet name. You hear Eddie curse under his breath. He rolls the die next to your head on the nightstand and chuckles. His face coming close to yours with a wicked grin on his face.

“Can you handle three, angel?” he snickers, leaving kisses along your jaw line, nipping lightly. You nod hurriedly, wanting to be good for the man above you. With that he kisses you deeply one more time before spreading your legs, your dripping core on display for him to see.

You watch him spit messily on the wand and then once more on your heat, spreading it generously on your clit. You hiss at the contact, bucking your hips up slightly wanting more. You hear the hum of the vibrator as Eddie turns it on low, your body full of anticipation, waiting for any sort of pleasure. That’s when you feel it, the low vibration against your clit. You squirm against it at first, wanting more already.

Eddie chuckles lowly above you, “I should call you my little bunny by how much you move, would you like that sweetness? To be my little bunny?” he taunts, turning up the vibration higher, pulling a moan from your lips.

“Yes daddy, wanna be your bunny, your good little bunny” you writhe against the restraints. He rewards you by turning up the vibrator another notch, the pressure quickly building in your stomach.

You writhe against the restraints as the pressure becomes too much, coming it waves, so close to sending you over the edge. And then it’s gone, the vibration still audible in the room but you can no longer feel it. You groan in frustration, you were so fucking close.

“Two more baby, then you can cum” he reassures you. He takes this time, to let the fire inside you simmer. He takes off his shirt and his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. You see him palming himself, you bite your lip, wanting nothing more than to worship his cock.

You feel the vibration once again but this time instead of starting out slow, the vibration knocks the wind out of you. Your clit screaming at you for release, the coil inside you already winding tighter and tigher, your curl your toes, willing yourself not to cum. Then the sensation is gone once again, your body now covered in sweat from being so close twice now, your chest heaving heavily up and down.

“You’re doin so good bunny, just one more for me, kay? Still green?” he asks.

You nod your head not trusting your words, whimpers coming out instead. Eddie takes off his boxers, showing off his now very erect and hard cock, making your mouth water. Stroking it a few times before lining it up with your mouth.

“Spit Bunny” he commands.

You whimper and do as you’re told, gathering all the salvia in your mouth and spitting it onto his tip. He sighs and works your spit around his cock, moaning loudly. He’s teasing you, you’re strapped to the bed and can’t even touch him. He is evil incarnate, and you can’t get enough.

You were so entranced by watching Eddie work his hand over his cock you had forgot what the two of you were doing, until you felt the vibration on the highest setting hit your clit.

You yelp in surprise, keeping your eyes on his cock. Thinking about how his cock feels inside of you, how it stretches you out, hits a spot inside of you that you could never reach. You wanted it, no, you needed it, you needed him or you were going to explode. Your orgasm hurtling towards you like a freight train.

“D-Daddy i- please, i- im gonna cum” you gush, holding your eyes tightly closed, willing yourself not to cum before you’re given the okay. But instead, the vibration is gone, and your orgasm ruined.

You wail in frustration, tears welling in your eyes threatening to spill out, legs shaking. You were so desperate you didn’t even know why you were crying. You feel Eddie unclip your restraints, giving you full range of motion again, you rubbed your wrists thankfully. Eddie pulling you into a hug, kissing the tears out of your eyes.

“You did so good for me baby, you’re such a good girl for Daddy,” he mumbles into your skin. You allow him to hold you for a minute before the need between your legs takes over.

You let out the breath you were holding shakily. Looking at him in anticipation. You lie back down on the bed and open your legs, two could play at this game. You swirl your finger around your aching clit, moaning dramatically. Grabbing your left tit, pinching lightly between your two fingers, giving him a show.

Two firm hands grab both of your wrists putting them above your head, “You coulda just asked sweetness, not that I mind the show, I just had something else in mind” he mocks.

He climbs on top of you, lining his cock up at your entrance, swiping it through your soaked folds.

“Beg for it, beg for my cock,” he demands.

“Please, please I need your cock, please please, I’ve been good, please let me have your cock,” you whine.

With that he pushes into your core, both of you moaning in unison. His pace already quick chasing his own high.

“Fuck your pussy is so fuckin tight” he says, eyes closed trying to hold off his own orgasm. He lifts your legs, bending you almost in half, hitting a spot inside that makes you scream.

“Fuck yes, yeah right there, holy fuck!” you wail.

Doing what he’s told he pistons into you harder, making the wet noises in the room get louder and louder. You can feel pressure building inside you, but it feels different, it feels bigger.

“Can I cum, please can I cum?” not being able to hold it off any longer, eyes pleading with Eddie.

“Yeah, baby go ahead, cum for me, cum for daddy,” he groans.

Then your vision whites out, every cell in your body imploding with pleasure, you feel your release spill out of you and onto the sheets, messily.

“Holy shit- fuck!” is the only warning you get before Eddie’s hips stutter, and he spills his seed inside of you.

“What the fuck” is all you can muster in your fucked out state.

“Yeah what the fuck indeed princess, I didn’t know you could squirt” he says breathlessly, scooping you into his arms, the two of you laying next to each other trying to catch your breaths.

“I didn’t either, I’ve never done it before” you confide, Eddies eyes shining bright with pride. You roll your eyes at him, the last thing he needed was a bigger ego.

“Don’t let it go to your head mister,” you say with a jab to his chest.

“No, I absolutely am, thanks though” he says, putting his hand over his chest like he’s accepting a badge of honor.

The two of you spend the rest of the night down there in each other’s arms, eventually, Eddie gives you his t-shirt and goes to grab the two of you a snack and a glass of water.

“Was this okay? I didn’t hurt you or make you upset, right?” he asks.

You shake your head, “No not at all, I loved every second, can’t wait to do it again,” you say with a wiggle of your eyebrows. It makes Eddie crack a smile and leave a small kiss on your head.

“I just like feeling wanted, you know how stuff like this clears your head? It clears mine too, all I need to do is be there for you, and focus on you. Then my brain is quiet, so thank you,” he confesses, stealing a kiss from your lips. You smile up at him, if you could give him the whole world you would in an instant.

“I think I want to tell Vi, I’m nervous but I’m starting to feel guilty hiding all of this from her. I like you a lot, and she deserves to know what makes me happy,” he says looking sleepily in your eyes.

“You make me happy too, we can tell Vi this weekend, okay? I don’t like hiding things from her either,” you reassure him.

He nods back at you sleepily, snuggling in closure to you like a dog. Eventually the two of you fall asleep, completely content.

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Camp Wiegman-Part 18

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words : 5k

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Sunday, November 15; 1:00 PM - Park.

This morning, I woke up in the arms of Joan, who was still fast asleep. My head hurt so much that I was glad I hadn't been woken up by his cries. I quickly realized I had a hangover. I had to text Mapi to understand how I ended up in my bed without her. Usually, we go home together. She replied an hour later, telling me about my exploits from the previous night with Bronze. I felt guilty immediately. She's going to give me hell when I return to Manchester. I'm already mentally preparing myself, knowing she won't go easy on me. To change my mind, I suggested going to the park with Joan before I left. He jumped for joy. I told my mom, who didn’t even react. We're even more at odds than before. This atmosphere made me eat and leave for the park right after. Here I am, sitting on a bench watching Joan play with kids hIS age in the playground. I'm happy to give him one last good moment. He often looks at me to wave, and I happily wave back. I jump when I feel two hands rather roughly placed on my shoulders.

- BOO!

- Oh damn, Maria !

She bursts out laughing as she sits down next to me. I immediately relax, letting out a sigh of relief.

- You're crazy!

- I can't help it if you still get scared so easily, she giggles. I love scaring you every time!

I roll my eyes in amusement. And they call me a child. Bronze would change her mind if she knew Mapi.

- How are you feeling since yesterday? she asks seriously. Is your headache gone?

- Yeah, after three pills and a good cold shower, I say, making her laugh.

She may be my best friend, but she's the first to make fun of me. She's the type who would laugh before asking if I'm okay if I fell. She calms down, and I smile when she waves to Joan in the distance.

- Your flight is at three, right?

- Yeah, I sighed.

- Joan's going to miss you, you know.

- I know... He asked me if she could fit in my suitcase this morning. I laughed a lot.

- I bet, she chuckles. He could probably fit, too, I'm sure.

- Probably, yes.

I smile, watching my brother. I'm going to miss him so much if he only knew. If I could, I’d take him with me. I sincerely hope he'll stop misbehaving while I'm gone.

- Excited to go back?

- Not really, given what's waiting for me...

- That bad? she laughs.

- Bronze is really mad at me. She texted me this morning, telling me not to message her all day and that we'll talk face-to-face tonight.

- Ouch. She seemed nice when I talked to her yesterday.

She's not laughing this time. She must have understood that I'm not at my best. Bronze trusted me, and now I've let her down again. I always mess up. What was I thinking, calling her in the middle of a party? Even drunk, I should have known better.

- You like your supervisor a lot, huh?

- What makes you say that? I asked, intrigued.

- It's obvious. You're practically biting your nails with guilt, she smiles in amusement. You're singing a different tune than your first days when you called me crying, saying you hated her.

- Well, I was being rebellious in the beginning, I chuckled. We’ve moved past that. I realized she just wanted to help me.

- Yeah, but I don't know, I feel there's something more. Isn't there?

- You're probably right... Things have been different between us since my detox... I admitted.

- Different how?

- I don't know, I sighed, leaning back against the bench. It's just... different. She was nice, even though she didn't pity me.

- What aren’t you telling me? she raises an eyebrow.

She noticed I'm hesitating to continue. I look at her for a moment, biting my lip.

- I-I don't know... I had a low point after my detox, I finally confided. She was there, having spent a week taking care of me... I don't know what came over me, but I just broke down. I needed to tell her how I felt about everything that happened.

- And did you?

I nodded timidly. I feel guilty knowing it took me three months to confide in Mapi. It took me barely half that time to do it with Bronze, whom I barely know. In the end, I don't really know her. I don't know anything about her or her life. I still wonder why I feel the need to confide in her.

- Hey, I don't blame you if that's what's worrying you, she said, placing her hand on my knee. Maybe she's the one you need. Well, she corrected herself seeing my expression. I mean, if you feel comfortable with her, go for it. She only wants what's best for you; it's obvious. Just look at how she reacted last night and the blackmail she makes with you.

- They're deals, I corrected her. Deals that I agree to after negotiation... I know they're for my own good and effective. The thing is, she’s never judged me, never pitied me. Even when I was weak... She always treated me as if I were the same, and I feel heard.

- Can I ask you a question?

- Of course.

- Do you have a relationship with her?

- What? I exclaimed. Of course not! What makes you think that?

- Maybe the fact that you called her "baby" last night.

- I did what? I screamed.

Oh my God. I'm in even deeper trouble than I thought. Mapi can't help but burst out laughing at my distraught face. I start to wonder if she's playing a cruel joke on me. That idea quickly fades when she speaks again.

- OK, I guess you're not lying given your reaction. You're not dating her then, you promise? I wouldn't mind, you know!

- No! Are you crazy?! Never in a million years! I'd never even think of it! She'd probably punish me just for thinking that! Oh damn... I say, sinking into the bench. She's going to kill me...

- Why? It's not that dramatic. But if she does, I'd like to see it! It's not every day you see Ona Batlle being put in her place!

- Believe me, she's the first to manage it, I sighed. I'm in big trouble. I should never have gone to that party, I groaned, running my hand over my face. I told you it was a bad idea!

- Hey, don't blame me! It was just a party where you had fun, that's all. You didn’t mess up. I didn’t even have to refuse drugs; you did it yourself! Plus, you got at least three numbers.

- Hmm... It was a good party, but it's not worth it. You don't know my supervisor!

- Relax! I'm sure you'll handle the situation. She doesn't seem that bad. She was worried about you. Besides, she wasn't here to keep an eye on you. Maybe it made her anxious?

- That's exactly why she's going to yell at me! I promised her I wouldn’t do anything wrong.

- You didn't do anything wrong, she rolled her eyes. Well, how about we change the subject, huh? I can see this is killing you, she chuckled.

She's probably right. She doesn't give me a choice and starts talking about stories from last night and her girlfriend. As for me, I talk a lot about my new friends and the camp. Joan interrupts us, reminding me of the time. Saying goodbye to Mapi is painful. I miss her more than she lets on. It's going to be hard to hold on until the next holiday. I especially feel that Bronze will make it harder for me to go out. I'm already depressed just thinking about it. I have only myself to blame. I ponder all this on the way back. I barely have time to stop by the house before heading to the airport. Joan insisted on coming with me. I didn’t see any reason to refuse since Hector would be there. I know he'll take good care of him. When we're there, he enjoys helping me check in my bags. It's only when we head to the boarding gate that he starts to realize what's happening. Especially when the intercom announces the imminent departure of my flight.

- I don't want you to leave, he cries, tears streaming down his face. It was way too short.

- I'll be back soon, don’t worry.

- Next weekend?

- We'll see... I can't promise anything, I grimaced. Oh, I almost forgot.

He looks at me intently while I rummage through my backpack. I pull out a big brown teddy bear. His eyes light up. When I saw it in a shop window in Manchester, I immediately thought of him. I had to get it for him. I silently thank Bronze for making me go out last week. Without him, I wouldn't have been able to bring him anything.

- Is this for me?

- Of course, I handed it to him. So you can sleep with it and think of me every time you see it. It will remind you that I’m thinking of you and that I'm never far away.

- Thank youuu!

I barely have time to crouch to her level before his little arms wrap tightly around me. I smile, feeling the teddy bear between us. He clings tightly to it when we part.

- It smells like you!

- That's normal. It’s been in my stuff for a week, I chuckled.

The intercom brings me back to reality. I sigh in annoyance. The silver lining is that Joan's tears have stopped, replaced by a big smile.

- I'll be waiting patiently for you.

- You better! No more mischief, you promised me.

We pinky swear, and I kiss his forehead. I ruffle his hair while saying goodbye to Hector. I walk towards the flight attendants to hand them my ticket. I’m one of the last to board, so there isn't much of a line. I barely have time to settle in before the plane takes off a few minutes later. I put my headphones on and close my eyes, thinking about everything that happened this weekend. I’m dreading this return. I really don't feel good about it. I reach the point where I can hardly fall asleep.

Sunday, November 15; 6:10 PM - Manchester Airport.

The plane just landed. The flight attendant had to wake me up when it was time to fasten my seatbelt. I managed to sleep a little, thanks to my calming music. She joked that she might become my personal flight attendant if I keep flying like this. I get the feeling she likes me, and it's mutual. After all, we’re both young. She’s also very beautiful, exactly my type. Her blue eyes stand out perfectly with her dark hair. I smile at her and say we’ll see each other next time, which seems to please her. I grab my bag from under my seat and exit the plane. I take the initiative to turn off and put away my headphones. Bronze is picking me up, and I know she doesn't like seeing me with those things on my head. I hope she hasn't changed her mind. The last thing I need is for her to send a taxi because of what I did. If not, I'll have to face her right away, but at least it will be over. I'm relieved when I see her in the arrivals hall. It's the second time I’ve seen her in regular clothes. She’s wearing jeans, a sweater, and a jacket over it. I cringe when I see her arms crossed. It looks like she's not hiding her anger this time. I take a deep breath before walking over. I hold back a smile because I’m still happy to see her again.

- Hi, Bronze... I say timidly.

She only gives me a nod in response. I think I'm getting off easy. She could have completely ignored me. We collect my suitcase without saying a word. I don't dare force a conversation, so I wait patiently for her to speak. Maybe I would have preferred a taxi after all. We reach her car, and she opens the trunk for me. I put my suitcase in, and then we sit in the front. I said I would wait for her to start, but this silence is unbearable. I'd rather she let out her anger than ignore me.

- Bronze... I'm sorry for what I did.

- You're such a damn fool! she snaps.

I lower my head, staying silent. At least it’s clear. She's mad. Without warning, she suddenly swerves to the side of the road. Luckily, my seatbelt holds me back, or I would have gone through the windshield. She stops the car and turns sharply towards me.

- You're such an idiot, Ona, she yells without giving me a chance to respond. You just came out of detox, and here you are starting again! Was the first time not enough for you?! What will it take for you to understand how serious this is?!

- I'm fine! I shout back. Why are you overreacting so much?! You're not my mom, my girlfriend, or even just a friend as far as I know! Even my mom doesn't care where I spent my evening, so why do you care so much?!

- Do you even think? she scolds, raising her voice even more. You called me at three in the morning from Barcelona, completely wasted. Damn it, Ona! Can’t you imagine how worried I was for a single second?! You called me in a terrible state while I was stuck across the country, unable to do anything! I asked you one thing. Just one thing! Not to go to places like that, and you did it!

- No, I retort. You asked me not to touch illegal substances, which I didn't! Even while drunk, I refused everything!

- And you feel proud of that?! Just for what you told me, I should ban you from leaving the camp for a month! I was so wrong about you, she finishes, lowering her voice. I thought you were more responsible and mature, but I guess not.

I close my eyes to absorb those last words that sting. I've been called immature twice in two days. I jump when she vents her anger by hitting the steering wheel violently. I didn't think it would affect her so much. She's right. I'm just a reckless kid. I never should have worried her like that. Nothing would have happened if I hadn't had her number.

- I'm really sorry, Bronze... You're right, it was immature of me. Mapi convinced me to go to meet her girlfriend... I just had a few drinks, I promise. I never intended to worry you. I shouldn't have called you while partying. I found out this morning what I did from Mapi and immediately regretted it. I didn't want to disappoint you. Not you.

I don't dare look at her. I needed to get that off my chest. I nervously play with my fingers, waiting for her response. I'm afraid she'll hold this against me for a long time. I’d hate myself if I lose her trust. She sighs heavily, running a hand through her hair.

- Yes, you were immature, she agrees. I never thought you’d do something like this after the last time ended so badly. However, I also need to apologize. I shouldn't have overreacted like that. You're right; we're not that close, but I'm still your supervisor, and that doesn’t stop me from worrying about you.

- No, you don't have to apologize. It's my fault, and it’s your job to correct me... I appreciate you worrying about me like this. You're not mad at me anymore? I bite my lip.

- Oh, I'm still mad. If it were up to me, I'd keep you grounded all Monday to teach you a lesson. You're lucky I don’t have a valid reason to report to the administration.

I suppress a smile. I wasn't entirely wrong when I told Mapi I’d probably have to do extra laps. I finally dare to look at her for the first time since we got in the car. She's looking at me too. I’m sure she hasn't taken her eyes off me since the beginning.

- What can I do to make it up to you?

- What can you do? she repeats, raising an eyebrow. Stay away from parties for a start. As for the rest, we'll see, I'm thinking.

- You can't be serious? You're not really going to stop me from going out, are you?! I've never been grounded in my life!

- Well, there's a first time for everything.

- I'm twenty, Bronze! Parties are what people my age do! What do you think your other students do on weekends, huh?

- You're not like the other students, Ona. You’re my student, under my responsibility. Besides, you just came out of detox, and I'm sure you were around drugs all night.

Take that. I bite my lip to stop myself from confirming her suspicion. I deserve this. I think I’m getting off easy. I'm sure she was a hair’s breadth away from restricting my outings. The only thing holding her back is our deal.

- Am I wrong?

- Excuse me?

- Am I wrong? she repeats sternly.

- No, I whisper. But I didn't touch anything, I promise.

- I wonder how you managed to hold out in just two weeks. I want you to promise me something.

- Promise what?

- No more parties... Please.

- Fine, no more parties, I roll my eyes. You explain that to my best friend.

- No problem, I’ll tell her myself if I have to.

I raise an eyebrow. She really will do anything to get her way. Now I'm banned from partying. Even when she's thousands of miles away, she'll have an influence on me. Just thinking about it frustrates me, but I know she's doing it for my sake.

- Are you hungry?

- Are you asking me if I'm hungry?

- Let's go eat.

She doesn't have to ask me twice! She changes direction once we’re back on the road. She doesn't ask my opinion on where to go, but I trust her. In the end, I’m not doing too badly after this confrontation. She could have forbidden me from leaving Manchester if she wanted. The meal goes smoothly. We talk about our weekends without going into details. She just confirmed that she saw her ex to return her things and spent both evenings with friends. She asked me to detail mine, so I told her about my afternoons with Joan and my night out. I avoided talking about my mother, not wanting to go into details. Our little evening ends around nine o'clock. She dropped me off at the street corner near the camp so I could walk back alone, to avoid being seen arriving together. I wished her good night then.

I hurry back to the school, feeling the cold. I forgot how much warmer it was in Barcelona. I'm relieved when I reach the dormitory. The place is far from warm, yet I feel more at home here than in my own house. I must be abnormal. I take my time climbing the stairs now that I'm warm. I struggle a bit to carry my suitcase. It's always a hassle to get it up the stairs. I stop at the entrance of my room, thinking about what's about to happen, and it doesn't take long. As soon as I step inside, Alexia literally jumps on me. I lose my balance, unintentionally taking both of us down, narrowly avoiding my suitcase.

- You're crazy, I laugh.

- I missed you so much! I thought you’d never come back.

I giggle when she helps me get up. She helps me bring my things into the room. She is already in her pajamas. Then again, I didn't come back early tonight. I ask her how she is while I start putting my things away in the closet. If I don’t do it now, I never will, knowing myself.

“Did you have a good weekend?” she asks me.

“Great! Joan didn't want to let me go at the airport; it was almost painful... And you?”

“Yeah, awesome! I finally got to see my girlfriend”

I stop dead in my tracks. Girlfriend ? She’s never mentioned a girlfriend. I furrow my brows and slowly turn to face her. She bites her lip to stifle a smile.

“Your what? Since when do you have a girlfriend?”

“Uh... yeah, girlfriend.”

“Wait, wait... You talk to me all day long and you've never mentioned this?!”

“Sorry,” she chuckles, “but it’s a bit complicated...”

“Complicated?”

I furrow my brows again. She seems very nervous, but I don't see why she would be. It’s normal to have a girlfriend, right?

“I think you have the right to know now... First, I want to apologize for not telling you sooner, but I couldn’t... not until I knew if I could trust you.”

“Why? It’s not a state secret as far as I know.”

“Yes, it’s true. Sorry, but you'll understand if you let me talk.”

Just when I thought I was going to have a quiet evening after Bronze, I was wrong. I sigh as I put the sweater I had in my hands away. Since it seems to be an important subject, I prefer to sit comfortably on my bed to talk.

“Alright, go ahead. I’m all ears.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be? You have the right to keep things from me. You don't have to tell me now if you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to. I trust you.”

I smile. It's a pleasure when someone tells you that. After all, we’ve known each other for a month and a half, and I've never betrayed any of her secrets so far.

“Go ahead then. I'm listening.”

“Well... First, it’s been two years since Alba and I have been here,” she begins, to which I nod. “I’m dating someone from the school... or rather someone who used to be here, but probably not in the way you think.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you remember the story you heard about an instructor and a student? The one you mentioned one night with Leah after your punishments?”

She already has my attention. I nod to show I remember.

“Both were expelled, right?”

“Not exactly...”

“What do you mean? Wait, don't tell me it was you?!”

Her silence says it all. I'm stunned. Alexia broke such a serious rule? What’s going on! This is impossible. She’s such a model student... Yet the fact that she bites her lip in front of me makes it clear that it might be true.

“Okay, assuming it was you... why are you still here then?”

“It’s quite simple,” she sighs. “They knew who the instructor was... but not the student. They just knew it was someone from this room, since... since she came here a lot during our breaks.”

“I don't even want to know what you did here.”

I grimace in disgust, making her laugh. Now I’m imagining her with a complete stranger whose face I don’t even know. I’m still waiting for more explanations.

“I had another roommate before you, Luna. A reckless one like you. She absolutely wanted to leave to live her life with her boyfriend, unlike me who had my sister and best friends here... So Luna got blamed instead to be able to leave. My girlfriend, on the other hand, couldn’t escape being expelled.”

“Wow... I didn’t expect that!”

“You’re not upset?”

“Why would I be upset? You do what you want,” I say with a smile. “Are you still with her then?”

“Well, I don't know. You never know, and yes, of course, we’re still together!”

“Didn’t Alba take it badly, the whole thing?”

“She doesn’t know... If she did, I’d be in big trouble,” she giggles.

I've noticed that Alba is very overprotective of her. I don’t even know how she puts up with it. I would have set her straight by now if I were in her place. I think she loves her too much to do that. She’s her sister, and she’s always taken care of her, after all.

“But how did you manage to see her if Alba doesn’t know?”

“I pretended to visit a friend to come back here.”

“I see. Well, tell me everything now while I finish putting my things away. What's her name?”

She smiles broadly. Her stress has subsided. She probably didn’t expect me to be this interested. I really like Alexia. I told her I was her friend, and now is the time to show it. I get up and continue to unpack my suitcase while she starts her monologue. I learn a few things, like her name. Her name is Jennifer. She’s tall, muscular, and tattooed. According to her, she’s the perfect girl. I almost want to call her Aphrodite given the way she describes and compliments her. I thought she was exaggerating until she showed me a photo of them. I realize she’s really handsome for her type, and the nickname I was thinking of giving her fits perfectly. She tells me about their beginnings, explaining that she was the one who made the first move by trying to get her attention in any way she could. She even flirted with her. She resisted for a long time before giving in to temptation. When she finishes, and so do I, I rush to take a shower quickly before curfew. Luckily for me, I manage to turn off the light a few minutes before ten.

“Thanks for not judging me, Ona.”

“I will never judge you Ale. Goodnight, Alexia.”

I turn over in bed to face away from her. I try to fall asleep, but my mind is too occupied with what she just told me. Luckily for me, fatigue gets the better of me.

#woso #lucy bronze #woso community #barca femeni #ona batlle #woso soccer #lionesses #sefutbol fem #ona batlle x lucy bronze #mapi leon #alexia putellas #jenni hermoso

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xkaidaxxxx · 4 months

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Electric Future

Denki x Reader

Mentions: Virgin reader, Nsfw, angst, fluff

reblogs are appreciated <3

As a Pro Hero you always considered eventually settling down by 24. You thought it's a good age. You want to do it with someone you’re in love with and someone who loves you just as much in return. The man you’re with is Denki. He’s your partner in crime. You’re best friend and someone you love unconditionally.

The pair of you worked so hard to become Pro Heroes. You both sacrificed so much. When you go on dates you’ve caught yourself looking at couples with babies or toddlers having fun. You’re 25 and ready, to be married, have a warm and beautiful home, and become a mother, however, you don’t want to ruin things with Denki if he disagrees. You’ve been dying to tell him, but you’re not even engaged. He never mentioned getting married let alone be a dad. You’ve been with him since the 2nd year of high school. 7yrs.

“ Can we talk? It’s serious. It’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.” You said sitting down with him on the couch. “ Yeah babe. What is it?” he replied, giving you his undivided attention. “ I-Ive been thinking abo- about redecorating my room!” you said. You turned into a fucking chicken. “ Babe, I'll definitely help. Don’t stress about it.” he replied, handing you a slice of pizza. It was movie night. Not a good time, then again life isn’t rainbows and butterflies. There won’t ever be a perfect time. The following morning it was girls day.

“You need to tell him Y/n, otherwise you’ll be wasting time.” Uraraka said drinking coffee. “ I agree with her. If you’re ready to settle down you need to let him know and see how he truly feels about it.” Mina said. “ Try to tell him again and keep in mind that no matter what happens everything will be okay.” Momo said. You love your girlfriends and they love you too. You nodded.

A month passed and you finally put yourself together. You ate dinner with him. “ Denki…I need to tell you something important.” you spoke up. He nodded as he took a bite of his chicken. “ I love being a Pro Hero but I’ve always wanted to settle down at 25. Be engaged or married, have a home and be a mother. I’m ready to do that. Before you say if i’m sure, I am 100% sure. I’m ready to settle down.” you said to him. You braced yourself for any type of reaction. He stood up. “ I can’t give you that Y/n. I’m not looking for that.” he replied. You gripped the ring box in your hand. “ Denki, we've been together for 8 years. What have we been doing then?” you asked, crying. “ 7years I get it. You don’t have to remind me!” he yelled. You felt sick to your stomach. “ I can’t do it. I love being a Hero. It’s always been my dream and I’ve achieved it! If I get married and have a child it will only hold me back. Being a boyfriend is what's best.” He said. “ I’d hold you back…being your girlfriend is alright though.” you said crying. “Yes. I’m sorry but if you’re ready to settle down, look for someone else but don’t forget I love you.” he said. His words hit you like bullets. You threw the box at him. He opened it and saw a great ring that it's meant for him. “ You told me we’d be together forever. Get out of my house.” You cried. He grabbed his things and left. You broke down.

It’s been 2 weeks since the breakup and you were a mess. You haven’t showered, your hair is a mess, all you ate was takeout food from Uber eats. You put your phone on DND. You went online to see if there’s any news on him. You checked his social media and even your friends to see if he was with them. You checked to see if he’d message you or called. Nothing. Your friends thought you were missing, so guess who showed up on your front door. You went to the door thinking your food was finally there. “What the hell!?” Mina yelled. “ We’re worried about you idiot!” Kirishima yelled. “ What smells?” Uraraka questioned as they entered. Yeah you had all the take out food and snacks on the ground. Not bothering to throw it away. You were rotting on that couch. “Jesus, you need help.” Momo commented ,making face masks and handing them out. Bakugou was judging you and HARD. “ I’m sorry for making you all worry and thanks for stopping by.” you said. “What happened to you?” Sero asked. “ I got dumped and rejected by Denki.” You said drinking apple juice. “ Rejected and Dumped? Denki is in love with you. He’s head over heels. He’d do anything for you.” Bakugou said. “ Well he didn’t love me enough to even say yes to my wishes. We could’ve come to an agreement.” You spoke, grabbing a bottle of wine. “ Again what the hell.” Kirishima said. “ Yeah so my wish of getting married, having a home with him and being a mom was a big no for him. If we were, I'd be holding him back.” You cried. Sero took the bottle out of your hand and set it down. “ Let’s get you cleaned up.” Momo said gently,helping you upstairs as you cried the pain away. The guys started to clean the nasty mess.

Uraraka turned on the bathtub to make sure the water was hot. She knows you like showering with hot water. Mina struggled to brush out the knots in your hair. “ C-Chop it off.” you said sniffling. Momo made a detangling spray and creme.She added it onto your hair. Mina brushed and it worked amazingly. Hair did fall off but it wasn’t anything crazy. “Alright y/n. It's just how you like it.” Uraraka said smiling. They helped you undress and get you into the tube. They let you take your bath. The water turned into a small shade of brown. After a bath you took a full on shower making sure you were 100% clean.

“God have mercy.” Izuku spoke as he helped pick up a pizza box that was spoiled. “This idiot is dead when I go to his place.” Bakugou spoke as he washed the dishes. “ She’s going through it…I can’t believe Kaminari would turn her down.”Kirishima said, wiping down the coffee table clean. “Maybe he was scared?” Sero suggested. “No. He’s serious about y/n.” Izuku replied. About 3 hours passed. Your house is all clean. “ We’ll talk to him.” Izuku said. “No. He’ll come to me if he wants to talk to me.” You said. “ We’re having a sleepover. You guys can leave.” Momo said. The boys left.

A year had gone by. You’re 25. During that year you balance your life as a hero and a teacher at a U.A high school. You’re still in love with Denki. You had faith and hope he’d come back, even though it didn’t seem that way. Denki was having what looked like his best life. In reality he was a mess. You never left his mind.

The day finally came. You were watering your plants. “ Excuse me… Y/n.” he spoke, trying to keep his voice from being shaky. You turned to him, setting down the watering can. “Hello Denki Kaminari.” You replied. He grabbed your hands. You missed his touch.“What are you doing here?” you asked. “I’ve never stopped loving you y/n. I need and want you. I can’t let you go. I’m sorry. I want eternity with you.” he said, begging god to give him a second chance of making the love of his life happy. “ That’s all I’ve been wanting, Denki.” you replied. He held you close. He had a tight grip and you didn’t mind it knowing you were holding him just as tight. “ I have something for you,if you want it.” You said walking inside with him. Your home was redecorated just like you’ve been wanting it to. You went into your closet and grabbed the special box. His eyes lit up as you showed him the ring. “ Sparky ma-” he cut you off. “Hell Yes!!!! Fuck Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” He said aloud. You put the ring on his finger. He carried you and kissed you. Your heart melted. He was so happy and excited he released a spark shocking you.“Sorry about that.” he apologized. You smiled and kissed him. You didn’t mind it. In fact you love it. If let you know that he’s actually there with you. “ Y/n…are you still ready to settle down?” he asked, setting you down. He held your hand. “Yes I am.” you replied smiling. He placed the other hand on your cheek looking at your beautiful face. The face he wants to wake up to for the rest of his life. “ I’m in love with you y/n.” he confessed. “I’m in love with you, sparky.” you replied. You held onto each other like never before.

The wedding happened 5 months later. It was crazy how fast the wedding happened, especially since there's so many things involved. The honeymoon was so romantic and fun. Believe it or not you saved your 1st for when you’re married. Denki only had sex like 4 times during his 1st year of highschool. He was a perv. During the time you dated you guys did a few naughty things but never had your 1st time.

“Gentle please.” you pleaded. Denki pressed a peck on your forehead. “ I’ll try my best.” he replied as he rubbed your clit. You let out a breathy moan. He smirked. When he got down your cunt he spread your folds. “ s’pretty.” he said. You blushed up. You gripped the sheets as he sucked on your clit. He held your thighs sending a small shock wave. You yelped, enjoying the shock. He was devouring you. When you released all over his mouth,he licked you clean. He hovered over you. You looked at him shyly. “ I’ll wait for you to adjust. Okay my love.” he said as he penetrated you. It was a bit painful for you. He noticed your facial expressions and to distract you from the pain he rubbed you pretty clit. You moaned out. Denki started off slowly then gradually sped up. “ Feel s’good!” you yelped, scratching his back. He groaned, thrusting deeper. “ You're so tight, baby.” he grunted. He loved hearing your moans and whimpers. He loved the pain he felt when you scratched his back. “ more pl-ease.” you pleaded but it sounded more like an order. Denki decided to snap and made sure you’d cum so many times. He made sure to pump you full of his thick white cum. He made sure to fill you up very well so that you can eventually come to him with amazing news of you being pregnant later on in the future. That 1st night of your honeymoon was a crazy ride. You and Denki were at it until both of you passed out together.

You and Denki had agreed to things before getting married. You’d stay working as a U.A teacher and stay at home to which you agreed with. He’d still be a hero however he won’t take any night shifts and have weekends off. Let's be realistic, Denki will always make time for you. He’ll work faster to get home earlier than his normal time before getting engaged to you. If you guys did get pregnant he wants your pregnancy leave once you’re 5 months and he’ll take the leave from work with you. You guys came to an agreement. You talked things through.

Finally being married to Denki was a wish come true. You did get pregnant and you both must have overdone it during the honeymoon. The surprise was definitely huge. Twins. A boy and girl.

“ Double the fun, don't ya think?” Denki asked as he set up the cribs. You didn’t answer. He turned to look at you. He stood up and walked over to you. “Hey. It will be hard the 1st few months but we have each other. Better together, remember.” he said, pecking your forehead. You nodded, giving him a smile. You felt reassured. Your husband is wonderful. “ Better together.” you said rubbing your bump. “ Hopefully they like their nursery,” he said, finishing with the cribs. “They will after all their daddy decorated the nursery and built the furniture.” you said smiling. “ I’m a total badass.” he said. “ Hey, I was thinking we should name our baby girl, Hikari. You know, light like lightning..electric.” he said hoping you’d like it. “ Yes it's cute. I love it sparky. For our baby boy I want Kousuke.” you replied, whimpering as the twins kicked. He placed his hand on your bump feeling their kicks. “They like their names. Hey little ones be nice to mommy. That makes her uncomfy.” he said, speaking to them. They kicked hard one final time and then stopped.

You and Denki are so happy. This is all you’ve ever wanted and all Denki wished to have when he regretted leaving you.

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toshidou · 2 years

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oddly specific british hcs . . .

characters // the 141 (simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, kyle "gaz" garrick, john price)

an // don't ask me what this is, because i really don't have an answer for you. my brain just spat this out at me mid walk and for some reason i decided to post it here. i am so sorry.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

He's scared shitless of Year 7s, despite knowing full well that he was one of those little bastards when he was a kid. Not much puts the fear of god into him, yet something about a group of little shitheads who think they own the world has him crossing to the other side of the street at the sight of them.

Got suspended from school one time for stealing one of the dildo's from the RE classroom and supergluing to the seat of the kid who tried to bully him.

Got good grades at school. Not because he put in the effort, but because he stole all the exam answers from his teachers desk and spent the night before the exam memorising it all. "Work smarter not harder" was his motto.

Once got lost in a Primark. He was only looking for some cheap sleep wear, and ending up somewhere stuck between rows of Disney clothes and screaming children on leashes.

Has an unhealthy obsession with Monster energy drinks, he once drank so many in a row he went temporarily blind in his left eye. Still drinks them to this day.

John "Soap" Mactavish

He once had a full on mental breakdown in ALDI because the cashier was scanning things too quickly and he couldn't keep up.

Has started several fights in pubs because someone insulted Iron-Bru, both Simon and Price have had to drag him out of nearly all of them kicking and screaming garbled Scottish insults.

Used to dip his sherbet dib dab in dirt as a kid.

Once got in trouble in maths class for spelling "80085" on his calculator and laughing so hard he pissed himself.

The only time he laughed that hard again was when the Queen kicked the bucket. Price looked nothing short of disturbed.

If one more person comes up to him and yells "DISGUSTANG" in an exaggerated and shit Scottish accent, he's going to commit serial arson.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Went to private school, and gets bullied for it by the entire 141 as soon as they find out. They rib him even harder after they find out he was head boy.

Got invited to a night out in London by one of his rich acquaintances from school, which ended up being The Box. That night single-handedly gave him more PTSD than any mission he's ever been on.

Has personal beef with Percy Pig after he almost choked to death on one, and to this day he will never live it down that Ghost had to give him the Heimlich.

Has an unhealthy addiction to the Spice Girls. Sometimes he forgets he lives on a military base and still sings "Wannabe" at full volume in the showers. He's had to swear Soap to secrecy on numerous occasions.

His favourite Spice Girl is Scary Spice.

Captain John Price

His biggest guilty pleasure is listening to Take That. He'd first heard them first thanks to his mother being worryingly obsessed, and started mockingly singing along to their songs on brief phone calls from his barracks after he'd first joined. Little did he know that soon he too would unironically love their music. And yes, he cried when Robbie left the band. It's a secret he's taking to the grave.

Hates Waitrose with a burning passion, he once threw a fit over the price of a packet of peanuts and scared the middle-aged woman and her baby two aisles down.

Saw Gaz choking on a Percy Pig, and then proceeded to buy him every available Percy Pig related merchandise for Christmas.

Loves vinegar on his chips from the chippy, and when he found out the smell makes Soap gag, suddenly he loves his chips drowning in it.

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tht0nesimp · 2 years

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Y!Bully!TBH boys X reader

TW: Drugging, weed, oral sex (m, receiving), poly, party, kidnapping, sexual themes, crying, dub/non-con, 16+ characters, modern au (THIS IS FOR 2 AND THE NEXT PART)

You widen your eyes trying to think about the last time you even thought about a party, but you were pulled in the car and sat next to him in the upper passengers seat “where exactly?” he sneers at you “the junkyard doy, its at 8. Look presentable please” you nod like youve done this before while getting out at your stop

You got into the shower and thought about the clothes you had lined up in your closet and what you should wear. You got out and put on a black skirt and a low cut black frilly shirt and matched it with checkered socks, it wasnt perfect, but you definitely looked like you were going to a party along with looking well dresses

Billy pulled up at about 8:10pm and smiled when he saw your outfit “not half bad” he nods and you get in the roofless car with a gasp when you realized all the boys were in the back seat with robin screaming at griffin for some reason. It was going to be a long, long, night

As soon as you arrived billy rushed you into the blaring music and party people dancing around, about ¾ of the school was there and your stomach began to turn and twist as all the moving people and smell of alcohol filled your nose

You ran over to the entrance of the junk yard and sat there with a sigh furthermore you looked at the dark sky before hearing a rustle behind you, robin?!, you got up and crossed your arms at him as he smiled “yo, i brought ya somethin to relax” it was a joint “i don't smoke” he began to sit down next to you and began telling you it was just once, only a little, etc.

You took it and attempted to smoke, it went okay and you felt yourself relax into the fence with a blissful gasp when all the boys found there ways to you “Time to go home darlin” billy held out a hand but you felt as if your body was completely useless as you were carried to the car and were dropped with a thud into the car “Did, did you drug me” you managed to get out and billy smiled innocently “maybe?, we just want to bring you home” you noticed you weren't going down your street, then where…? Your brain shuts down completely

~~~time skip~~~

You woke up with your arms tied up to a bed frame and your legs with strange doodles on them, then you saw finney and griffin smiling at their work “do ya like em” griffins smile was washed away when you began cursing and struggling instead an angry look encompassed his features turning into clenching fists “STOP” he yells and you nearly do

He runs out and your left with a fuming finney “fuckin whore, shoulda just fucked ya throat” he flipped ya off and ran out of the room with bruce walking in confused “the heck did ya do?” he questioned with a concerned voice “the fuck am i here for” he looks nervous “uhm, because we said so?” you finally got your hands out and he seemed surprised “sooo, wanna wash that off” he pointed to your leg and you nodded “the bathrooms down to the left” you get up heading off towards the bathroom, examining the creaky house, You walked into the living room to see vance leaned on the wall “finney told me your outburst doll” you wearily walked down the stairs and he shook his head and walked towards you forcing you on your knees. Suddenly your throat was filled and your head was being forced down “poor griffin, he cried because he thought you hated him” you fell back and he seemed to calm down a bit “i do” his anger started again and he ran off “ROBIN” you knew it was your queue to find bruce to protect you furthermore you ran up the stairs

“BRUCE- Why do you have your bat?”

ENJOY YOUR CLIFFHANGER BIATCH

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love-toxin · 2 years

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👉👈 b-billy hargrove with the "stupid fucking slut" sentence starter prompt 🥺🥺🥺

ellie's sentence starter prompts

xxvi - "Stupid fucking slut--don't you ever embarrass me like that again."

(cws: fem reader, drunk sex, car sex, creampie, degradation)

Billy's car is a sacred space. It's where he can go to clear his head on long drives, where you and him can talk and kiss and do things you'd never dare do in your houses, and it's where you and Max can sing your favourite songs as loud and as obnoxiously as you can just to make him roll his eyes on the drives home from school. Just to tease him.

This kind of teasing, though....you knew where it could go, and that's exactly where it went. Billy had dragged you by the scruff of your neck all the way out to the car after you'd run your mouth, thrown you in haphazardly, yanked your flimsy shorts down as hard as he could manage, and now you're here. Wet and aching and gasping for breath, your back sticking to the leather seats in his backseat as he grips your legs around his hips.

"Billy, they can see-" You're cut off by his lips smashing against yours, the drunken haze having washed over both of you as the party had dragged on. Billy is a lot drunker, though, on account of how much he likes to show off with his "Californian" way of drinking.

"Shut up," He huffs against your lips, before sitting back up to tug himself to attention. Not that he needs the extra help--he's been rock hard and needy the whole night, stuck to your side and only breaking away for a piss, a smoke, and a keg stand. So it's in part your fault for not making sure he was out of earshot when you started running your mouth, although you know now that the alcohol was definitely another part of it.

In retrospect, it was quite the harmless comment. You had just been giggling about how Billy always demands cuddles after sex to some girls you had met, your lips loose and pride swelling your chest at having the hottest and sweetest guy on your arm, unaware that he had just sauntered up behind you as the words left your mouth. Your insistence that he's so cute and likes to cling to you like a little monkey as he sleeps certainly didn't help you either.

"Stupid fucking slut--don't you ever embarrass me like that again."

His back stiffens as he sinks into you, hands grabbing for purchase on the backs of your knees to keep them stretched out, both of them nearly touching your shoulders for him to keep you completely open. Nothing can get in the way when he's already spreading you apart, listening for every whine and drunken babble of how big he is to inflate that already massive ego.

"So fucking dumb. Gonna cry about how mean I am? Huh?" His mocking is too hot to hurt, it's too true, and your voice comes out a sobbing whimper rather than words when he breaches that tight, soft spot as deep inside you as he can get. But he doesn't stop like he usually does, doesn't dip his head down to kiss you and ask if "you like it like that" cause he knows you do, he just wants you to say it. Instead, he opts for rearing his hips back and absolutely violating your cunt with a thrust so hard and deep that it pounds the only breath you have from your lungs and leaves you gasping for air. Your hands grapple at his back for something to grab and keep you steady, yet it only sharpens his thrusts when your nails drag harsh, red lines down his flesh and the pain sparks a groan out of his mouth. "Can't wait to feel these fuckin' burn in the shower tomorrow."

As he says it, he rolls his shoulders out like he's just warming up--and he is, unluckily for the lower half of your body. Billy's hips bash yours on every thrust like he's trying to get as deep as he possibly can, exchanging the slow sweetness he would usually use for this occasion in favour of a pace that stretches you so thin you feel you might fold so far you break beneath him. And he'd probably keep going until you finished.

"Billy!" Your cries accompany his harsh grunts, necklace swinging back to hit his chest as he doesn't slow his rhythm. He completely dwarfs you, body hunched over yours like he's shielding you from the whole world, like everyone but him.

"Scream like that, they'll hear you. Fuckin' whore." A hand comes down on your throat, but it stays there for barely a few moments before he's using it to steady himself as he kisses you.

"Like that, huh? Like bein' a good fuck for me? Stuff those fingers 'n your pussy to be all loose f'r me?" The one hand you have that isn't pinned travels shakily down your body, between your tits, between your legs--and Billy stops it, muttering a "Didn't tell you to, stupid" while swatting it away to replace your fingers with his on your clit. Even drunk, he can manipulate that little button of yours better than you thought was possible, and doesn't pay any mind to your shrieks and screams of wasted ecstasy as he rubs you into your first orgasm of the night. Keeps moaning out those orders of "cum, cum for me, cum on me" until your vision whites out and your head lolls back as your body takes the brunt of the pleasure overload. It's not like Billy's slowing down to ease you out and back in again, he fucks you through it with so much vigor you know it's because he's getting close himself.

Body tensing up, sweat dripping and falling against your own skin, muscles straining to keep him upright, to keep fucking you--these are all the signs you know point towards him losing his battle on holding out, and he clearly does when he collapses on top of you and crushes you beneath him so you can't wiggle away. Can't even move your hips an inch with him inside you, trapping you against his seats, his lips pinning yours to swallow his moans and yours as he lets loose the thickest load you might have ever gotten, courtesy of him. Billy fills you up, grinds it into you to keep it all there, and when he pulls out, you reward him with a drawn-out whimper at how his cum pools and puddles like it'll spill out with the slightest provocation. And it does--with help from Billy's fingers swishing around inside you, pressing deep and curling against those sore walls to see his seed leak out of you and soak his hand down to the wrist.

"...Fuckin' made a mess...you do that again, I'll make you lick it up." He mutters, extracting himself from you eventually once he's made up for the aches and pain and cramps with enough kisses to steal all your breath away. And while he tries to warn you about making a fool out of him ever again, you're already in another world, in your own head and lost in your own hazy thoughts--so he doesn't bother. A whisper that he loves you, a pat to get you dry, and his jacket thrown over your naked body to protect your innocence as he drives you home, that's enough for you for now. He'll have much more to say when neither of you are too drunk to....well, at least less drunk than you are now.

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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The Third Widow || Yelena's Worry

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Belova! Reader.

Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person. |

Translations: сестра (sister), плющ (Ivy), Мэри (Mary), стереть ее (erase her)

The Third Widow Masterlist

Natasha watched from the back door as you walked further and further out into the woods, only grabbing her widow bites when you were out of site. She tried to stop you when you came down the stairs, but it was clear to her that you weren't hearing her and assumed you were sleep-walking. "Y/n!" She called out when you came to a stop.

"Help me! Please come quickly!! He's coming for me!! Help!!"

The voice of a young girl screamed from miles away, you only stopped to hear it again and turned in the direction it came from. "Y/n! Stop!" Natasha called once more but you didn't hear her, you could only hear the cries for help that had been keeping you awake for the past week. Natasha followed you deeper and deeper until suddenly the calls for help stopped and you were left in the middle of the woods confused on why the young girl had stopped.

"Y/n" Natasha's voice finally registered with you as you turned around and looked at her, "What are you doing?" Natasha asked in a worried tone, you rubbed your hands over your face in frustration and shrugged, "I just wanted to go for a walk" you lied. "No" Natasha shook her head, "this has been going on for almost two weeks now, you come here to the same spot every night, are you sleep walking?" She asked. Your eyes fell to the ground in front of Nat's feet, your jaw clenched as it became clear to you that Natasha wasn't hearing the cries for help.

"You don't hear her, do you?" You asked, slowly looking up at her again, her heat wave making it impossible for you to look at her for more than a few seconds. "Hear who?" She questioned. "The girl, she needs help. She's been calling for help every night since" you paused and wondered if this was because of your session with Wanda that was still a secret between the two of you. "Since what?" Natasha's tone filled with more concern than worry. "Doesn't matter" you mumbled, "let's just go back" you walked by her without looking up at her.

Natasha walked closely behind you without asking anymore questions, keeping her thoughts to herself as she wondered more and more about what you meant, who were you talking about and why were they dragging you out into the middle of the woods so late at night. Natasha, watched as you wandered up to your room and closed the door before she could say another word. You didn't get any sleep that night, you stayed up waiting for the cries to make back but they didn't, and you watched the sunrise with the birds doing their morning song before you took a shower and freshened up for the day.

"Hey, Kate has an archery contest on today, you should come" Yelena snapped you out of thought as you sat at your desk staring at the blanket page in your sketch book. "Is Wanda going?" You asked slowly turning your head to face her, she shook her head, "Nope" Yelena replied sternly, you didn't reply. You hadn't seen or heard from Wanda since she walked you home late that night, you'd called and left messages and waited for her to meet you by the river, but she never came. "Wanda is out of town" Yelena broke the silence, "Oh" your eyes dropped to your sketch book once more, "I'm fine, thanks" you added turning down the offer. "Suit yourself" Yelena sighed and closed your bedroom door.

That night wasn't any different than the last few nights. You got ready for bed and just as you were trying to fall asleep the cries returned.

"I know you can hear me, help!! I don't' want to go!! help me, please!!"

Although tonight they seemed louder than any other time, each cry for help got louder until it was unbearable. You slipped out of bed and changed into black sweats and a hoodie before tip toeing downstairs and putting on your boots. Through the living room window you could see the small heat wave in the far distance of the woods.

"He's coming!! Quick!! Don't leave me out here, please!!"

The younger voice screamed as you took slow steps towards the heatwave, it got further and further away the longer you walked. The voice started to fade out and become distant until you could hear it no more.

"Where are you?" You called out but got no reply, you looked around and the heatwave had disappeared. Sighing, you turned around and walked back to the house, your eyes struggling to stay open with the number of sleepless nights you were having once again. Yelena was getting a glass of water when she saw you coming back in from the back door. "Where'd you go?" She asked, turning on the living room light so her heatwave didn't hurt your tired eyes.

"Nowhere" you replied.

"Snuck out with Wanda again?" She asked, you frowned and shook your head. "I haven't seen or heard from Wanda since…nevermind" you sat down on the sofa and took off your boots. "Since you and her got high?" Yelena watched your every movement, "h-how did you know?" You asked. "Wanda told me, you've been spending a lot of time with her" she sat in the armchair across from you.

"Does that matter? She's a friend"

"No, it doesn't. I just" she paused and took a mouthful of water before sighing softly, "I just wanted to know if I had upset you or something" she adds. "Upset me? Why would you think that?" You frowned again. "Because плющ you've been distance with me. I asked if you wanted to spend some time together and you asked if Wanda was coming, and you barely speak to any of us at the moment. I just wanted to make sure you were okay" she admits, looking into your eyes. You wanted so much to tell her that it wasn't her or anybody else making you feel the way you do but you thought if you told her that things didn't feel right then it would become another issue for them to worry about.

"плющ, talk to me, please. I can see something is bothering you" she breaks your thoughts once more. "I'm f-fine сестра" you lied, hating every moment of it. Yelena shook her head, "you're lying" she mumbled and took another mouthful of water. "Yelena, I'm fine!" You snapped and stood from the sofa, "плющ" she spoke in a soft tone, "sit down and talk to me. It's just us" she adds while looking up at you, "I just want to spend some time with you, I don't care what we talk about" she explained. You could see that Yelena didn't like showing this soft side of her and she wouldn't offer this side of her again for a while if you shut her out once again.

Slowly you sat back down and looked at your older sister. You wondered which one of you looked more like your mother or which one of you looked more like your father. You wondered if your parents were even still alive, did they look for you? Or were you both born into this world without the true love and affection of a mother and father. "Have you heard anything more from Asya?" She asked. You shook your head, "my phone is full of texts from unknown numbers" as you sat back on the sofa.

"Saying what?" Yelena frowned.

"It doesn't matter"

"плющ" Yelena looked at you with eyes full of worry. "Horrible things. Things at are all true" you confessed. Yelena leaned forward slightly, "what things плющ" she said more sternly. Your eyes built with tears as you remembered some of the messages, you'd read from people you couldn't name or describe. "That I need to pay for what I did to Grace. That I should be put away, dead even" tears feel freely from your eyes, "all things that are true! I should pay for what I did, I should be in a prison cell, I s-shou- "

"No!" Yelena stood from her seat as she cut you off, she walked over to you and sat beside you, pulling you in for a hug. "it's true, сестра" you broke down, "I don't belong here" you added.

"You do belong here. Dreykov is to blame for Grace. I will deal with Asya, I promise" she held you tighter as you lost control of your emotions, "don't do anything сестра, please. I will do what is right when the time comes" you sobbed. "If you think I'm going to sit back and let this сука make you feel like this any longer, you're wrong" Yelena replied.

"сестра please" you begged as you pulled away from her slightly, "I'm tired of being a problem, I am tired of making things worse for everybody. I heard Melina and Natasha talking…. If you…if you do anythi- "

"Listen to me" she cut you off once more, "you are my sister, my baby sister, you could never be a problem to me. It is my job to protect you, it my job to look out for you, it is my job to make sure you are safe and that you have a friend to lean on. Shit isn't normal for us, I know but what is normal is you and I, by blood, by name, by looks. Nobody, not even Dreykov can take that away" she wiped your tears that didn't stop, she said all the things you needed to hear but still it didn't change how you felt deep down, and the dark cloud of death seemed to grow bigger.

"I…I love you сестра" Yelena said softly as she looked deep into your eyes. She saw the darkness that had consumed your mind, she saw the fight you wanted to give up and it worried her more than she's ever worried about anything. You hugged her tightly as a reply feeling the safety she had to offer and eventually drifted off to sleep in her arms where she let you.

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Yelena had her own secret that she'd kept from you and after hearing how you felt, she hated herself for telling Wanda to keep a distance from you. Her intentions were good but after last night she knew she had made a mistake. You started to miss Wanda and wondered if she truly was out of town or if your confession had scared her. You'd never felt those feelings before, not for anybody and for you to confess them to somebody was big enough but Yelena wasn't to know that you'd told Wanda about your crush.

That day you spent by the river alone once more. It was a hot day but that didn't stop you from getting lost in your thoughts as you watched countless wildlife creep up to the river for a drink and wonder back into the woods undisturbed by your presence.

"Мэри" Wanda's voice entered your thoughts before you saw her climb up onto the rock, "Мэри" she repeated snapping you out of it. "W-Wanda? Y-you're back" you looked at her but all she saw was sadness. She gently brought a hand up to up your right cheek, her thumb strokes your skin softly. You turned your head away from her, "I'm sorry" she spoke, "I didn't mean to disappear like that, I swear" she added.

"W-was it because of what I said?" You asked, still not looking at her. "No" she smiled softly to herself at the memory, "I only did what Yelena asked" Wanda admitted. You turned to face her again, this time with a frown.

"What do you mean? What did Yelena ask?"

"Yelena asked me to give you space for a few days…. I…I thought that's what you wanted" Wanda lightly frowned when it was clear that Yelena did this without your acknowledgement. "I hated not seeing you and it's only been a few days" she added. "Yelena told you to give me space? Why?" you asked, ignoring her last comment.

"I don't think she likes the idea of us"

"Oh" your eyes dropped, "Hey" Wanda gently cupped your face once more and brought it up to look at her, "I like the idea of us" she looked into your eyes "and I like you too" she added. You wished her words changed the way you felt but they didn't, and your eyes dropped once more. "Please look at me" Wanda spoke softly, your eyes looking up at her slowly, her thumb gently stroking your face once more, "can I give you something?" She asked. Her question confused you slightly but you nodded anyway. "Good" she whispered.

Wanda leaned in closer to you, her eyes dropping to your lips as she moved closer to your lips. Your heart started to race, and you sore you felt sweat in the palms of your hands the closer she got. Wanda smiled softly as she reached your lips; your body froze as you felt her lips connect with yours. They were soft and warm, you wanted more, you never wanted her to stop as she deepened the kiss, bringing her free hand to cup your other cheek. You were too sure if you kissing her back was what you were supposed to do but it felt right, and you kissed her back just as hard.

Wanda smiled against your lips once the two of you remembered the need for air was strong. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as Wanda pulled back, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. You wore a smile on your lips that you couldn't hide. Wanda licked her lips and smiled softly once more. "Can we d- "

"Yes" Wanda nodded already knowing your question, "we can do it as much and whenever you feel like it" she spoke, and you liked that idea very much.

"Can you forgive me?" She asked.

"After that? Yes" you nodded with a soft smile, "I'd like to that again, if you don't mind" you added. Wanda chuckled before gently placing her lips on yours once more, this time the kiss was softer and slightly longer, you took a mental note to remember the giddy and fluttering feeling Wanda's lips gave you so you could add it to your sketch book.

That night you couldn't stop thinking about the feel of Wanda's lips as she gave you your first ever kiss. You've read about moments in books and seen it displayed at school and sometimes catching Melina and Alexei kiss but it never crossed your mind that you'd be doing it with somebody, ever. That is not to say that you weren't mad at Yelena, you just didn't want to end the day getting into an argument with her.

Everything was fine until your eyes started to drape shut.

"You must come!! He's so close! Please I'm begging you! Don't leave me out her for him!! Help!!"

The cries for help returned once again as expected. This time you weren't giving up.

"Help me!!! Please!!!"

You followed the cries deep into the woods once again, this time going deeper than any night before. A heatwave soon caught your attention as you wandered in its direction.

Yelena was woken by Natasha lightly shaking her, "Yelena wake up, it's Y/n she's gone again" she spoke as Yelena woke. "What do you mean gone?" She rubbed her eyes. "Into the woods, I've been keeping an eye on her each night. She's good further tonight get up. I'm waking Melina and Alexei" she explained before leaving the bedroom.

"You're so close I can see you! Please help me! I want to go home, I'm so scared"

The young voice spoke as you got closer to the heatwave. "I'm coming" you said and kept walking.

"She can't have gotten far" Melina said as she hurried to put her boots on. "If she's sleep walking, it's possible" Natasha replied. "You should've told us!" Melina looked up at Nat with concern. "Enough, it doesn't matter right now" Alexei stopped the two from breaking into an argument as he grabbed his handgun. Yelena stormed down the stairs in a rush, not caring for anybody she bumped into on her way out the back door. "Yelena! Wait!" Natasha called.

"No! She's my sister! I'll find her" Yelena snapped then continued walking towards the woods.

"He's coming! PLEASE!!"

The cries got louder as you hurried through the woods, the heatwave becoming bigger and the cries for help seemed closer.

"Where are you?!" You called out.

"Just a little more! I can see you; I am stuck! Please hurry"

The voice replied giving you another hint of the direction it came from. After a few more passing moments the heatwave you picked up disappeared leaving you confused.

"I can't believe it" a voice spoke with a chuckle, "you actually came" the voice stepped into the moonlight. "Asya?!" You frowned, your stomach dropping. "Surprise!" She laughed, "that was so easy and kind of adorable how worried you were" she circled around you, "running out here like a little puppy" she adds.

"Enough!" A deeper voice emerged from the darkness of the woods in front of you. Your stomach turned as you came face to face with the deeper voice before you felt a prick like pinch to your neck and your vision blurred out before you saw darkness.

"Take her to the jet" Dreykov muttered to his guards as one scooped you up from the hard group. "Good job Asya" he turned to her "but you won't be coming back with us" he adds.

"W-what do you mean?" She stuttered. Dreykov looked to another one of his guards, "стереть ее" he spoke before making his way back into the woods towards the jet. With the command, Asya was executed without a sound.

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"Y/n!" Yelena called out to you as did the others as they made their way through the woods.

"Guys!" Yelena called out to the others once she almost tripped over Asya's body. Melina caught up and flashed the flashlight on her before kneeling to feel for a pulse. "She's still warm" Melina looked up, "Y/n can't be far" she added. "What the hell is Asya doing out here" Yelena frowned as she looked up at Natasha, "where the hell is my sister?!" She added.

The four searched the woods till the early hours of the morning, there was no sign of you anywhere.

"He has her, I know it!" Yelena turned and snapped at the other three.

"Yelena, we can't think like that" Melina took a step towards her, but Yelena shook her head and stormed by them, making her way back to the house. The other followed behind with a fair distance behind her. "Whatever happened here tonight was enough for Y/n to leave Asya like that" Natasha spoke, breaking the silence. "We don't know if she killed her" Melina looked to Nat, a hint of worry filling her eyes as she looked over to Alexei. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him as they walked, "she is a strong girl, she'll come home" he assured her.

Yelena didn't waste any time calling Kate and Wanda for help when she got back to the house. "I think I might know where she is" Wanda spoke with hope, "but you guys can't come with me. I promised her it was a place she could go if she needed" she added.

"I'm coming!" Yelena stood her ground.

"Just stay with Kate. If Y/n is where I think she is, I'll text you and I'll bring her back"

"No! I don't know what the hell you tow have going on but she's my sister! I promised her I'd protect her, I promised to be there for her! We're coming with you"

"Yelena, please! Just trust me on this. Y-you don't know how important this place has been for her"

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Yelena stepped forward. Wanda's jaw clenched as Yelena's eyes filled with anger. "Guys, this isn't the time to fight! We need to find Y/n" Kate inserted herself before anything could happen. "We are coming with you" Yelena said again with more sternness to her tone giving the two a few more moments of strong eye contact before Wanda nodded lightly, "fine" she mumbled.

Wanda took Yelena and Kate through the woods to the river side where she hoped deeply that you would be sitting on the rock like she usually found you. "How much further?" Yelena asked in a frustrated tone. "Sh…she should be here. This…this is our spot" Wanda replied, her heart sunk to her stomach when you were sitting on the rock with your sketch book or glazing at the water. "Well, she's not here so that was a waste of time" Yelena turned to start walking back to the house. "Lena, wait" Kate stopped her and looked between her two friends.

"You both know Y/n well enough. Yelena you're her sister and Wanda, she's close with you. Has she ever mentioned anything about leaving or running away?" Kate asked.

"No!" Yelena replied without a second thought.

"Yes"

"What? No, she hasn't! What are you talking about?" Yelena frowned.

"She told me. She said she hated feeling like a problem and that if she went away that everything would go back to normal for you and the others" Wanda explained.

"You spend a few weeks with my sister and suddenly you think you know her? Does she know about you? About the mind reading and the magic? Or did you leave that information out?!"

"Yelena, stop!" Kate spoke, trying to avoid an argument.

"I know more than you think, Yelena! You're upset and I understand that. We're all worried but don't blame me for this! If she has ran off, maybe it's because you failed to tell her you asked me to keep my distance after she told me she had feelings for me!"

"Guys, please! This is not the time to fight" Kate stepped in once more. Yelena's eyes dropped to Wanda's feet, "You told her about that?" She asked. Wanda nodded, "I wasn't going to lie to her. She deserved to know the truth. Yelena, she thought she scared me off, that I wasn't" Wanda stopped herself from saying another further, "Kate's right, we need to find her"

"Wasn't what?!" Yelena looked up at Wanda once more.

"We should split up and see if maybe she's just hiding out around her somewhere" Wanda ignored Yelena.

"Wasn't what, Wanda? Answer the question" Yelena repeated. Wanda threw her head back slightly to keep herself from crying with worry. "She thought I wasn't interested. That I didn't feel the same! You made her feel that I wanted nothing to do with her!" She snapped wanting Yelena to stop digging for more information. "You like her?" Yelena asked.

"Like? It doesn't matter"

"Tell me! Do you have feelings for her?!"

"Yes Yelena! I do! I think she's the best thing to have walked into my life after all that shit with HYDRA! She made me feel again! Is that what you want to hear?! Y/n is out there somewhere and you're fucking worried if I have feelings for her! Fucks sake, Yelena!"

Kate was taken back by Wanda's tone and her words left Yelena speechless. "I'm going to look for her and if I find her, I'll call!" Wanda said before storming off into the woods. "Wanda!! Come back!" Kate called only to be ignored.

"Let her go" Yelena spoke turning her back to Kate so she wouldn't see the tears in her eyes, "I know where she is" she added. "Then let's go get her!" Kate said with hope, but Yelena shook her head, "we can't" tears fell from her eyes, "I don't know where she's gone but I know where she's going" she spoke softly before making the slow walk back to the house leaving Kate behind.

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glassy eyes, hazy afternoons pt 7

Eddie Munson x anxious!stoner!reader

Part 6

Summary: The night of the party has come… let the games begin.

Content warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, fem/afab!reader, mature language and themes, underage drinking and drug use, Jason Carver, males fighting, Chrissy gets pushed, smut/lemon(?) (dry humping, fingering, nipple play), Gareth x Chrissy, Steve x male!OC, intrusive thoughts, social anxiety, and anything else I may forget (: (: plz let me know

a/n: for my girl, @wendyfawcett

Dedicating this chapter and the rest of the series to you. thank you so much for the encouragement you’ve unknowingly given me a zillion times 😭 I now think of you when I hear the Smiths 🤍

To all my other mutuals and readers, thank you for your interaction and encouragement 🤍 writing this series has been so special for me and I hope everyone who can relate to our Y/n feels seen and represented!

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Robin assured Y/n that she and Steve would be by in the morning to pick her up for school while Chrissy reminded her three times to bring her clothes and makeup with her.

Y/n timed it so she called Eddie’s trailer while Wayne was still home and asked him to let Eddie know that she had another ride to school for the next day.

Now she sat unbothered and comfortably numb, Tom Sawyer by Rush pulsing through the speakers. Her door opened, her father standing in the hallway still clad in his work uniform and chuckling to himself as he observed her resting figure, looking so similar to how she looked in a crib so long ago during naptime.

He stepped inside and hit pause on the Walkman next to her. Her eyes fluttered open as she jumped, swiping off her headphones to rest around her neck as she sat up on her elbows. “Jesus, dad, you scared me.” She breathed.

“Sorry, kid. I would’ve left you alone but, your brothers on the phone and he insists on speaking with you—something about Chrissy’s party tomorrow night.” He shrugged with pursed lips.

Y/n’s eyes widened slightly before returning back to their normal size. She sat up fully, shifting uncomfortably before nodding and rushing out of the room.

Plopping down in the armchair, she made a note to tell Sam off for making her have this conversation in the living room. She sighed and picked up the phone, not even having a chance to say anything before he was talking.

“Ugh, Y/n/n! How’s it going?” He asked, dragging out her name with an edge in his tone.

She sighed again, “I dunno, Sam, why don’t you tell me? And while you’re at it, tell me why you didn’t call me on my phone?” She mumbled into the mouthpiece, her eyes darting this way and that to make sure the old man didn’t try to come out of his room.

Sam scoffed, “So you do know why I’m calling.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “I think I do.”

“Tell me why I had to hear about your Eddie situation from Steve.” He asked bluntly. She could picture him slumped over the phone on the wall of his common room at school, his fingers tangled in his dark hair as he tugged at the roots like he did when he was thinking hard.

“I-I was gonna call you, but I—“

“—Don’t give me that crap about bothering me. I gave you my number, so use it.” He almost spat.

She took a deep breath and nodded though he couldn’t see her, and she heard him sigh over the line.

“If I call you in your room, will you tell me everything? Please?” He asked quietly.

“Okay.” Is all she said before they hung up and she scurried quietly to her room, eyeing her father’s door the whole way. She knew he’d be going to sleep soon and hoped to keep it that way.

In the stillness of her room, she could hear his shower running. She knew she’d be able to smell the bar soap by the time he was finished and always looked forward to the scent wafting through the vents.

As she picked up the phone, it rang in her hands—“aghh! fuckin’ shit”— she cried as it fumbled, the phone unlatching and falling into her lap. She grabbed it by the cord and pulled it up to her face.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” Sam mumbled back through a chuckle. “Start from the beginning… and I don’t care if it’s weird, tell me what happened.”

Y/n focused on the way the plastic spiral cord felt under her nails as she dug into it absentmindedly. “Okay…” she sighed, “After Hellfire, we were hanging out, we went to his trailer to smoke, so we did.” She swallowed; the dry patch at the back of her throat scratching at her as she spoke. “We were sitting and talking for about an hour before he looked over at me and told me I was beautiful.” Her voice caught in her throat.

She clapped her hand over her mouth when she hiccuped, hoping Sam didn’t hear it— though he did.

She took a sharp inhale, “I dunno, Sam. I just—it was stupid—I started crying. And not only did I fucking cry, I kissed him. I fucking kissed him. And it—it was really nice—“ her voice tightened. “Cause he kissed me back! And when I thought it was going further he just pulled back and asked me how I was or how high I was? I-I dunno, but-but then he asked me if I wanted to watch a movie and left the room!” She had to take a breath and hoped it wasn’t too loud for Sam to hear. “I just—I freaked out, man! The weed helped me stay quiet but my teeth got all tingly and shit like they used to.” She couldn’t hide the sobs escaping her but she powered through without a crack in her voice. “I talked myself down like we’ve always done, slowed my breath and ran the cold water over my wrists—got through the wave. But then I went out there and we watched the movie like nothing happened.”

“—Can I say something yet?” He asked with audible tension as he exhaled, pinching the bridge between his eyes.

“I have a feeling you will anyway.” She rasped.

“—I’m sorry. About it all. I know how much you like him. And I’m sorry you had to go through another panic attack alone—I should’ve—“

“Don’t even say it—You can’t always rescue me, Sam! I know you want to. And you do a great job. You always have, but I’m gonna deal with this shit for the rest of my life, you know? I’m gonna have to do it alone sometimes.” She spewed.

Sam nodded with tears in his eyes, the black phone held in his hand with white knuckles. Y/n took his silence as a response and continued. “I love you, dude. And I miss how close you used to be but—“ she sighed quietly, “I’m not your responsibility.”

“Is that how you think I see you?” He scoffed, “A responsibility? Some obligation that fell into my lap?” He shook his head in disbelief. Y/n worried she’d angered him until she heard his quiet chuckle.

“Y‘know when mom and dad brought you home I was under the impression I would be receiving a puppy?” He asked suddenly.

Y/n chuckled, “What?”

“Mhm. I guess I put that together myself when mom compared a baby to a puppy.” He chuckled nostalgically. The slight smile fell from his face when he furrowed his brow at the newer memory floating to the surface. “Sh-She, uh, told me she’d need my help. Now that I think about it.”

Y/n froze at the stiffness in his tone, sounding like his mind was wandering far away. “Sam?”

“I never meant to make you feel, like-like—small? I just—“

“No, no, I know, Sam, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—“

“Don’t worry about it.” He said lowly, dissolving all tension and fear in her chest as she lessened her grip on the cord she squeezed so tightly. She heard him sigh and wondered if he had more to say.

“Did, uh,” he let loose another uncomfortable exhale, “Why did you… cry?” He asked, his mind racking the possibilities; knowing she wasn’t completely inexperienced, that kissing wasn’t a foreign concept to her.

She chuckled and sniffed, her nose stopping up like a tightened leaking faucet. “He, uh, he called me beautiful—the ‘prettiest girl he’s ever seen.’” She huffed a breath through her mouth at the recollection, like it was happening for the first time again. “That’s when I leaned over and kissed him. But, uh, he broke it when he noticed I was crying… like a fucking weirdo.” She spat quietly at the end, hugging her knees to her chest.

Sam’s eyes widened at the realization. He’d never called his sister pretty, and he hadn’t ever thought to until now. His chest ached at the thought of her walking through life with no one ever telling her how beautiful the smile they shared was.

“Y/n/n…” is all he could say with a sigh as her sobs rippled from her lips over the line. She angled the mouthpiece away from her as she clapped her hand back over her mouth to muffle herself.

“I’m so sorry.” He said finally. “We should’ve been reminding you this entire time. Th-that was probably a lot to feel all at once, you know? From someone you like so much…” His mind drifted to the first time Derek was brave enough to say how beautiful he found Sam to be; standing in a museum and admiring a replica of Michaelangelo’s statue, David.

Remembering how he thought his knees would give out beneath him and the burn that nipped at his cheeks as he stuttered out his deflections. Derek merely scoffed and stepped closer to his friend, brushing fingers with the object of his affection and sharing a knowing look with him.

His very best friend.

“I felt like I—I don’t know. Never felt that way before.” She mumbled.

“I think you felt… loved, Y/n.” He shrugged, knowing the irreplaceable feeling of someone seeing you and loving you in the way no family or friend ever could. The girl froze atop her bed and shook her head quickly.

“I-I mean I’ve always felt loved by you and dad, always—“

“Not like that.”

“Ugh—“ she grumbled softly, “well that’s stupid, I’ve known him for a freakin’ week and I’m so wound up over this dude to to point of embarrassment and-and—” She concluded. “I feel pathetic, Sam!”

The teary boy chuckled at his sister’s anguish. “That’s exactly how love can make you feel sometimes.”

“Well, then it’s not right. That isn’t love.” She decided with a dejected heart.

“Love makes you feel uncomfortable things, sometimes. Sometimes love makes you shut down. Some people… run away.”

“Drugs made her run away, not love.” Y/n bit.

Sam felt it through the phone, flinching back a little at the reference to his mother. “I didn’t mean her, you know that… I just meant, maybe Eddie has a problem with describing his bigger feelings. Love makes you feel a lot of… different things at once. It’s scary, and you know that. Maybe he’s just as scared as you.” He suggested.

It was like the rubix cube clicked into place after days of twisting and turning, days of one side seeming to be done until you turn it around to discover another jumbled side to need unscrambled.

“Y-You don’t think it was me?” She asked with a whisper.

“Not even for a second.” He mumbled. “Might ‘just be a week’ with him but… I dunno, sometimes people just find each other, Y/n/n. People that go together.”

She chuckled and wiped the cold tears that laid on her cheeks. “Yeah, maybe.”

“So this party…” Sam asked.

“Mhm?”

“Steve said I’m invited.” He said with that familiar mischief in his voice.

“Indeed, you are.” She confirmed stiffly with a small smile tugging at her lips.

“Think it’s time we show Hawkins just how good we are?” He asked smugly.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “At what, Sam?”

“Having a good time!”

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Her eyes were already itchy. The skirt Chrissy talked her into kept riding up her thighs, the black outfit being far from what she imagined herself in at any party, but she’d promised Chrissy she could live her punk girl dreams through her tonight, and she would do just that.

She wore heavier eyeliner than she was used to, a black silk cami with lace trimming her friend Sara gifted to her the first time they went to a college party. The skirt was red plaid and quite tight, the fabric not giving much room to stretch but fitting nicely. Chrissy left her legs bare and insisted they switch shoes, wanting to stroll around in Y/n’s high top vans while Y/n sported Chrissy’s black converse all stars.

“Let’s walk in each other's shoes!” She’d suggested after they’d been plied with pot and a few shots while they finished getting ready. Y/n shot her a questioning look. “You can have my cheer confidence and I’ll have your laid back pothead vibes!” She giggled before dropping to the floor and searching for her other sneaker. Y/n chuckled and nodded, handing over her vans as she received the converse.

The last touch on Y/n’s outfit was a light, black denim jacket that Chrissy insisted stayed hanging off one shoulder, also exposing her chest and collarbone. “This is what happens to my jackets in general, why would I put it on this way?” Y/n asked, looking for understanding as she fiddled with the cuff of her sleeve and Chrissy placed a black choker around her neck.

“It’s to make you look… undone! Like you don’t care.” Chrissy said simply, fluffing out the long curls she worked into Y/n’s hair, Chrissy letting her own down around her shoulders and fluffing her bangs.

‘But I do care!’ She thought.

As they stood in front of her full length mirror, thankful her parents were out of town as well as Jason’s, the girls took in their handiwork. Chrissy decided against a skirt for herself this time, opting to wear fitted black jeans and a white cropped cami under the denim jacket Y/n leant her. Chrissy’s eyes were glazed and a pink she mostly wore on her nails, but tonight was an exception.

“Y’know, a certain little drummer boy is gonna lose his mind when he sees you.” Y/n mentioned as they gathered their things and headed for the door.

Chrissy blushed as they walked through the hallway. “You think so?” She asked as she tired half her hair up with a pink scrunchie, one that matched her eyes. Y/n nodded with a chuckle at the mental image of the boy with his jaw dropped.

As Chrissy locked the door behind them, Y/n noticed the bright headlights of the car in the driveway and the outlined bodies of Steve and Robin waiting inside. When they opened the back door, they were met by the interior lights flipping on and the meltdown Steve seemed to be having about his hair.

“I dunno what to tell you, Steve, I don’t exactly carry a can of Farrah Fawcett spray up my ass every—“

“I-I-Its just my side part isn’t doing the thing! Y’know the way it flops over so effortlessly—seatbelts, ladies—“ he glanced to the girls in the back through the rear view as he switched gears and backed out of the drive.

“It’s not effortless if you have to have a whole routine to make it look effortless, Steve-o. Besides you look fine, your hair always looks like that.” Robin shrugged before turning to the waiting friends in the back.

“Holy shit, I smell something burning—“ Robin began, sniffing the air in the car and instilling a panic into Steve.

“What?!—“ He skidded at the stop sign.

“—Oh! It’s just these two hot bitches you have in the back seat!” Robin cackled, now obviously either tipsy or a little high.

Chrissy got a big kick out of the joke while Y/n merely chuckled and looked out the window. She spun the regular thin silver rings on her fingers, some from her brother and father, a couple from her grandmother, but one from an unlikely sender.

She hated that it was her favorite. The one that sat on her right ring finger with her mother’s initials engraved on the plate. She spun it around and around, watching the black silhouette of the trees pass them by on the short ride to Jason Carver’s house.

“So, Y/n/n,” Steve asked in the mirror. Y/n nodded and met his eyes. “I heard your brother was thinking of coming out tonight, said he wanted to clear it with you…h-have you heard from him?” Steve’s brown eyes flashed from the road to the mirror, from the road to the mirror, desperation peeking through his facade.

Y/n cracked a smile and nodded, “Yeah, he’s gonna meet us there.” is all she said to make Steve nod and smile in relief.

The moon stayed hidden behind the tree line though Y/n longed to get a peek. She knew she’d have a good view of it later when she got home, no matter how the night ended.

The three other occupants of the car fell into easy conversation about the plans and games for the evening, Y/n only catching bits and pieces that her ears managed to grab through the overwhelming noise in her mind such as ‘bottle’ and ‘closet’.

By the time they pulled up to the house, the party was in full swing, and Y/n thought she noticed Eddie’s van was parked just down the road.

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“Are you ready?” Robin asked as Steve and Chrissy exited the car. Y/n turned to Robin, now noticing the lights were on again. She shrugged one shoulder and nodded. Robin sighed, and shook her head at her friend's nerves. “Y’know we don’t have to do this.” She asked.

Y/n nodded, “I know. But I want to. ‘S just scary.” She said with a sharp inhale and popped open the car door. The cold air kissed her cheeks, reminding her of the many nights she walked into a house party to come out and sigh in relief at the way the cold air greeted her hot and flushed skin, she looked forward to that feeling tonight.

Steve looked his friends up and down as if taking inventory. His gaze lingered on Y/n, her outfit throwing him for a loop. “You know you’re gonna kill him, right?” He asked as he fished his cigarettes out of his pocket and handed the carton out to Y/n. She took one and threw him a puzzled look as he pushed it closer to her.

“Take them all, I don’t need to get back on them.” He shrugged as Y/n tucked the pack into her pocket. “Last week fucked me—“ he stopped himself with a look at Y/n before his eyes flashed to Robin, “—Over. Fucked me over, you know? Thought it could be a casual thing but, uh. I guess I’m not that kinda guy.” He managed as they began walking to the front door.

Robin wrinkled up her face in confusion, wishing her best friend would tell her the full truth behind his sudden weirdness. She made a mental note to stay sober enough to keep tabs on him as well.

Chrissy linked their arms together with a smile plastered on her face. “We’re in for a wild night, friends. Tonight—everything changes!” She said with a deep breath before ushering her friends ahead of her.

As soon as Y/n crossed the threshold, it was like she entered another timeline, like the whole place was just a liminal space you see in a dream or maybe a movie? Perhaps a memory.

She kept her eyes on the floor until she felt Chrissy’s hand take hers. Their eyes met and the cheerleader gave the shy girl a small nod of encouragement as Robin and Steve walked ahead of her. “C’mon, honey, I won’t leave you. Not until it’s time.” She said in a chipper yet foreboding tone, leading her further into Jason Carver’s home.

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Now that Y/n had thought about it, she realized this had been her first party completely without Sam, well until he showed up. There was a deep knot in her stomach, a tension so tight she could hardly stand, so she opted for sitting until she was able to get a joint.

Chrissy occupied the middle seat of the couch, snug with her new bestie to the slight dejection of the rest of the squad who lingered on the other side of the room. Y/n was familiar with the bewildered and poorly hidden glances being thrown her way. Chrissy was engaged in an eager conversation with Robin and a couple other girls from the school band.

Y/n suddenly felt like a sitting duck in a pool of sharks, sitting with the most desirable girl in school in a house packed with people she wouldn’t ever wish a good time upon. The boys were loud and smelly, carrying on the most pointless of conversations and echoing the same goofy laugh that spilled from their leader's mouth.

Jason Carver stood out on the back porch, running the beer pong table surrounded by an easily entertained audience. She was ripped away from her trance when Chrissy elbowed her in the side and stood, holding out her hand. “C’mon I’m gonna find you some weed.” Y/n agreed immediately.

Chrissy pulled Y/n along to the stairs, noticing a few stragglers at the landing sitting and chatting away, a certain aroma lingered and an easiness that settled over the space around them; they were definitely the smoke circle.

But Chrissy didn’t stop there, she kept going up until she reached what seemed to be a game room, dartboards, a small hoop and foam balls, a pool table, and air hockey all around the perimeter of the room with seating in the center in front of a large television. Only the room wasn’t lacking in occupants like Y/n hoped.

There was a group of drama and art kids engaged in easy conversation with the older members of Hellfire, who wore their shirts like a gang. Eddie sat in a bean bag chair in the corner, his lunchbox sat securely in his lap as he smoked a joint in silence. His knee moved up and down rapidly, rattling the metal handle and latches of the box with every bounce.

Y/n’s breath caught at the sight of him, hoping now wasn’t the time Chrissy would abandon her. Instead, Chrissy walked right up to Gareth, who stood with his foot up on the coffee table, red cup in hand as he spoke to Jeff and a guy that was the current lead of the school production.

As if royalty approached, the boys ceased their conversation to address Chrissy and her lady trailing behind. Gareth’s eyes lit up as they raked over her figure. “Chrissy, hey!” He smiled, his eyes unmoving from the blonde’s. Y/n cracked a smile at the lovesick boy and was thankful for the people separating her from Eddie for once.

“I’m so glad you could make it, Gareth! And-and everyone else, too!” She said with a similar dreamy tone. The boy was red as a cherry tomato as he looked down at her, the smile on his face matching hers. She motioned for him to come closer, making his heart leap in his chest and his thoughts questioning if he smelled good enough.

“Y’know I could really use your help getting our friends together… I have some ideas in mind?” She asked as Gareth nodded without hesitation, pledging his undying loyalty with one look. She lowered her voice for discretion and gave him the rundown starting with a joint for Y/n’s nerves.

At the mention of her name, Gareth glanced around the room until his eyes fell on Y/n, standing just behind Chrissy. He took in her altered appearance, the corners of his mouth turning down and his eyes widening in shocked approval.

“And can you be, like, super discreet? We don’t exactly want Y/n catching his eye, just yet.” She asked with her hands clasped in front of her.

Gareth smiled and nodded, “—Course, Chrissy. Anything for… for you guys.” He said, digging in his pocket. Chrissy turned Y/n by the shoulders as she heard Gareth address Eddie, “Hey man, some girl gave me $10 for a pre-roll—“

They descended the staircase, the circle at the landing having expanded by at least double. Their collective laughter roared over the music, sounding so close to a sitcom laugh track. It wasn’t until she saw Robin and Steve that she noticed Sam in the middle of it all, a smart sweater over a collared shirt and light wash jeans donning his long legs. Steve leaned on the bannister with his cup in hand, though it still looked like he hadn’t bothered to take a drink.

Sam’s eyes glanced from Chrissy to Y/n as they stepped around the group of stoners, mumbling their ‘excuse me’s. “Y/n/n!” He hissed in quiet excitement, definitely already blazed.

Y/n’s face burned at the prospect of her brother seeing her fancy little party outfit. “Ugh, my sister, everyone! Say hi, I made friends!” He said, most definitely already high. Y/n chuckled at his antics as the smoke circle gave their giggly hellos.

“Dude, did you drive here?” She asked quietly, taking in his intoxicated state.

Sam shook his head, “Nah, nah, I took me a leisurely walk. The bronco’s at home.”

She nodded and offered a shy wave to the group as Gareth hustled down the stairs, lighting up when he saw Chrissy’s eyes already on his.

Instead of walking through the group at the foot of the stairs, he crouched down at the railing and stuck his hand through the bars, concealing a blunt and lighter with his long fingers and palm. Chrissy skittered over with a pink flush to retrieve it from him. Y/n watched the exchange, practically feeling the butterflies fluttering within them.

Gareth mumbled something that made Chrissy giggle shyly and look down at her feet before she bit her lip and responded coyly, taking another step closer to the railing that was eye level with her. Gareth chuckled quietly and nodded before standing and making his way up the stairs, looking back to find Chrissy watching him the whole way.

When Gareth was out of sight, Chrissy walked back to Y/n, pinching her by the sleeve lightly and tugging. “Let's go somewhere private to spark up this bad boy, huh?” She asked Y/n, her eyes flickering to Steve, Sam, and Robin to confirm they’d heard her suggestion. Y/n nodded and followed Chrissy out of the front door.

The porch was deserted and dark and an empty bench swing looked like a great spot to be. The girls sat down and Chrissy handed over the weed and lighter. Y/n accepted it almost hungrily, having it lit and smoking between her lips in no time at all. She felt the need to bring one leg up to her chest but knew she couldn’t because of her wardrobe choice. A twisted feeling rolled over her.

“You okay?” Chrissy whispered with concern. Y/n nodded through her deepest drag yet, handing it over to Chrissy and instead of answering verbally she took in a sharp, deep, and gasping breath through her mouth. Chrissy crinkled her brows together as Y/n leaned the other way and began a coughing fit.

“Are-Are you sure? Can you breathe?” Chrissy chuckled before taking a small hit and beginning a similar fit to her friend. Y/n chuckled when she could manage and found herself smiling.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be good. What about you, huh? What did, uh, Gareth say that got you all smiley back there?” Y/n asked as she accepted the blunt back. Chrissy rolled her eyes and looked down at her lap.

“He told me he hoped my boyfriend didn’t mind me smoking weed and I said I hoped he did.” She giggled with warm cheeks as Y/n’s eyes widened.

“Chrissy!” Y/n smiled and nudged her friend's arm with her own as they began swinging back and forth. Chrissy shrugged through her small drag.

“Jason is so… nit-picky about everything I decide for myself— I mean he has an opinion on everything about me, and for once I’d like it if a guy just smiled when I say I wanna skip cheer practice or agree with me when I say I’m tired of my moms diets and just want a greasy burger and fries, you know? And the way Gareth smiles at me… Like, when he saw me upstairs… I just. I couldn’t care less anymore what Jason Carver thinks. And I’m ending it—tonight.” She smiled almost smugly.

“Ton-tonight?? At his own house??” Y/n asked incredulously.

Chrissy nodded as she watched her friend take a deep toke, the blunt about halfway gone. “After all the years he’s embarrassed me at parties? Oh yeah. He’s been on my case more than usual lately since I haven’t ‘been myself’,” She chuckled. “But, tonight, I’m not acting the way he wants me to.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” She confirmed.

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After they were properly buzzed and relaxed from the blunt, the girls headed back inside where they found Sam and the group still engaged in conversation. The house seemed to be even more packed though no one had come through the front while the girls were on the porch. Y/n moved to walk to the kitchen, where she’d start any party, but Chrissy led her friend back up the stairs. Y/n glanced at Sam whose eyes were already on her. He smiled encouragingly and raised his cup to her as if he knew more.

By the time they reached the game room again, everyone was already gathered in an almost circle. Eddie sat unmoved from his spot on the chair in the corner, currently chatting with a couple buying from him, helping them decide between an eighth or a quarter.

Chrissy held Y/n by the wrist and scanned the dim room for Gareth, finding him lingering close to Eddie talking with a couple of other kids. With Chrissy’s heart leaping in her chest, she hastily made her way across the room to tap Gareth on the shoulder. He turned and smiled at her immediately, “Well don’t you look pretty in pink.” He said, looking between her watery blue eyes.

Chrissy giggled in embarrassment, the saccharine exchange having Y/n stifle a snort.

“Oh, gosh, is it really that bad?” Chrissy turned to Y/n, widening her eyes to give her a proper look at the intense shade of magenta her whites were turning.Y/n’s eyes widened as her jaw dropped then snapped closed, nodding her head ‘yes’ as Chrissy groaned.

Gareth couldn’t help but chuckle warmly at her, placing his hand on her shoulder and assuring her, “Hey, it’s okay, it’s your party! Why wouldn’t you let loose, huh? Besides, you really do look pretty in pink… every time… not just when you smoke.” He shrugged nervously. Chrissy stared into his eyes dreamily as she forgot the whole reason she orchestrated this shindig in the first place.

Years of walking on eggshells at every social function because Jason didn’t want her to have a good time had her nervous about simply doing what everyone else was doing. What Jason was doing. Who, by the way, hadn’t bothered to check on his girlfriend once throughout the night.

Chrissy smiled and shook her head at Gareth before mustering a stuttering and breathless thank you. Gareth nodded earnestly, his gaze lingering on hers then tore his gaze away to glance to Y/n who still stood just behind her friend.

Gareth cleared his throat and looked at Chrissy again, turning to Jeff and tapping his shoulder to get his attention. The boy turned with a hard look on his face before he realized it was only his buddy and promptly handed him an empty long necked bottle.

Y/n had an inkling Chrissy’s scheme would involve some sort of risqué party game, though she hadn’t played spin the bottle while downright infatuated with someone.

Let alone with that someone being in the room.

Chrissy took the bottle gratefully and sauntered to the center of the room, leaving Y/n with Gareth. The boy took one large comical step over to Y/n, leaning down to utter in her ear, “Fancy meeting you here.” He elbowed her lightly to get a chuckle out of her.

“Okay, everyone, who’s ready for truth or dare?” Chrissy asked like the proud hostess she was. The room of misfits and grateful guests agreed with excitement, gathering in the circle eagerly. Eddie stood from his seat quickly, searching for Gareth and the others, hoping to round everyone up and get the heck out of dodge, but was puzzled when he found his best friends getting comfortable on the carpet, fully intending to participate.

That was when he noticed who exactly Gareth was seated next to, their legs almost brushing as she sat with her knees to the side and leaned on her hand closest to Gareth. Eddie must’ve looked like a lost kid clutching his lunchbox to his chest when he looked at Chrissy, who still stood in the middle and was asking two of the art girls to save her a seat between them.

Chrissy met Eddie’s eyes with hope then glanced over to a Hellfire boy that sat next to Jeff, “Hey, Ned, can you make room for Eddie?” She asked.

Ned’s eyes widened before he nodded and shuffled to make space. Chrissy looked back at Eddie with a face that said ‘trust me’. She caught the slight pleading tilt to his head and nodded assuringly. A sigh escaped him as he stepped through the middle of the circle to take his place between his friends, trying hard not to stare at the girl he desperately wanted to sit with.

“Okay, friends, here’s how we play,” Chrissy placed the bottle in the middle of the circle and found her seat between Claire and Emily. “When it’s your turn, spin the bottle. Whoever it lands on is who is choosing a truth or dare— and before it’s even suggested, you can’t make anyone do a dare, okay? If you want to skip your turn, you have to take a shot or a hit from the joint! Let’s make sure everyone has a good time , ‘kay?” She asked cheerily.

Everyone looked amongst one another and nodded in agreement. Chrissy spun the bottle first and it landed on a girl from band. “Dylan! Truth or dare?” Chrissy asked with shining eyes.

“Uh, dare?” The girl asked with worry in her eyes.

Chrissy narrowed her eyes in thought and glanced to the boy that was always following her at school, definitely not her boyfriend cause he never touched her, but Chrissy had seen the way Dylan looked at him when he wasn’t paying attention. “I dare you… to sit in his lap till your next turn!.” Chrissy said, gauging their reactions as the heated blush took over their faces and the girl clamored over into the boy's lap, smiling when his arms circled around her waist and held her close. Their friends murmured their aww’s while Chrissy basked in the warmth of the blossoming love she was responsible for.

“Now, Dylan spins!” Chrissy instructed.

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After three more turns of a daring neck kiss, one tongue touch, and one truth of Ned’s admittance to his virginity, Chrissy had been asked for the truth about Jessica Chapman and if her tits were actually that big. Instead, Chrissy took a hit off a joint, letting Gareth hold it for her in the center of the circle as everyone watched.

Eddie couldn’t help but watch the way Chrissy looked at Gareth, the way Y/n had looked at him a few times now that he’d thought about it. Gareth muttered something silly to Chrissy as she pulled off the joint, a small smile working its way on her face before she started chuckling which evolved into hacking.

Had this been Jason, he’d have told her to get a grip, maybe even rolled his eyes.

Instead, Gareth chuckled and patted her back, “You want some water?” He offered before she gained her bearings and shook her head no, but thanked him with big round doe eyes before she went back to her seat.

“Okay, my turn!” She smiled, spinning the bottle. Y/n’s heart had thudded in her ears as she watched the exchanges between everyone. She’d seen worse things come of truth or dare, but she couldn’t help but worry the bottle would land on herself or worse, Eddie.

He was easily the best looking guy in the room, and with the sexual tension settling over the group like a blanket, the possibilities were endless. She didn’t think she could bear to see him do any of these things with anyone else.

She couldn’t miss the way a couple of the girls in the room were eying their prospects, how their gazes lingered on Eddie. Y/n could only allow herself to glance in his direction every so often, sometimes catching his eye for a millisecond before he looked away.

Little did she know Eddie was seated not too far away feeling the same way, watching the bottle turn round and round, endlessly. When it slowed, Chrissy stuck her hand out to stop it right on Y/n.

Y/n took a deep breath and looked Chrissy in the eye while mustering up her best confidence to hold her gaze. “Y/n/n… truth or dare?” Chrissy sang.

Y/n swallowed hard and tried to ignore the way Eddie fidgeted with his rings in worry as he held his knees to his chest.

Chrissy wouldn’t do anything to humiliate you

Or would she?? This could be apart of the long game she’s playing, maybe Jason put her up to—

“Dare.” She said, silencing the voice that nagged her constantly with the single word.

Eddie stifled a gasp and masked it as a breath. A few people murmured amongst one another at the prospect, having never heard the girl speak until now, not to mention she showed up with Chrissy Cunningham despite never really being seen with her at school.

Chrissy was pleased with her answer and licked her lips before letting her eyes flicker to Eddie. “I dare you… to take Eddie Munson to the closet,” the room gasped, “for seven minutes in heaven.” The crowd let loose a couple ‘oh my God’s and wolf whistles. Eddie’s face was red, not knowing whether to feel excited or embarrassed.

“What do you say? Do you accept the dare?” Chrissy asked quietly.

Y/n’s heart beat in her throat, the cotton mouth suddenly drying up every drop of saliva she had left.

Instead of answering she stood up, earning herself a few cheers from the other players on the floor. Eddie’s breath caught in his throat at the full sight of her, her legs in that skirt. The Hellfire boys quietly urged their friend to go, the looks on their faces reading ‘Why are you still here?’ ‘Are you that high?’

Y/n followed Chrissy promptly, not wanting to see if Eddie decided to run or worse, take the shot and stay to play. But instead she was relieved when heard the scuff of his shoe catching against the hall rug behind her. Y/n cracked a smile to herself at the thought.

“Okay, friends!” Chrissy opened a door, revealing a nearly empty coat closet and ushered them inside. “I’ll be back in maybe seven minutes, I dunno, could be here longer. We’ll see!” She said with a smile and shut the door on them, taking any source of light with her.

The quiet seemed to close in on them, the only sounds between them being the uneasy breath they tried to keep quiet. Y/n cleared her throat. “Hi.” She offered dryly.

She could hear the smile in his chuckle. “Hi.” He said quietly.

She dared to move her hand from her side forward to gauge their proximity and bumped his own, quickly retreating. “Sorry.” She whispered.

“What did I say about sorry?” He asked in a low and longing whisper.

“What?” She asked, wishing she could look into his eyes.

“Don’t.. apologize for existing, sweetheart.” His assurance warmed her chest and brought tears to her eyes but only for a millisecond before she remembered the last time she felt this way. Then she was angry.

“Make up your mind, Eddie.” She said with quiet harshness. It was enough to make Eddie flinch back.

“I-I, uh, are we doing this here?”

“I dunno, what are we doing here? I’m pretty sure that’s up to you, big boy… those are the rules right?” She said with an edge in her voice that was almost sultry.

He cocked his head, “I’m lost, how high are you?”

She scoffed, “Oh, god, not this game again—Y’know I wish you’d stop underestimating me! I can handle my weed, okay? I’ve smoked regularly long before you came into my life, and I’ll smoke long after you’ve left, so if you’re asking how I’m handling my weed before I make decisions, you’re checking on the wrong person!” She spewed heatedly, her words slightly slurring as her high built, poking her finger into his chest, which was only a couple inches from her nose.

She could feel the heat coming off his chest, amplifying the spicy cologne he always wore under the layers of smoke and musk that came with his day. The thoughts in her head urged her to bury her nose there and wrap him up in a tight hug.

Eddie stood flustered and stuttering at the confrontation, never seeing—or hearing—her like this before. “Wha—I jus—I wasn’t—“

“What happened that night, Eddie?” She asked softly.

Eddie wished he could look her in the eye, recalling just how beautiful they were the day they met.

“D-Do you not remember?” He asked with uncertainty.

She shook her head and scoffed, “Do I—it’s all I can think about! Y’know, Eddie, I thought you liked me. But I know things happen when people are high, and I get it if I came on too strong or-or-or if I freaked you out, but…” the words had come out so quickly she hadn’t had time to realize she was really doing all of this right here right now, and suddenly she couldn’t be more thankful to be without light.

She took a deep breath and continued, “No one’s ever told me they thought I was beautiful. Especially not… not someone I like…”

Eddie’s mouth gaped at the fog clearing in his head. His sweet, sweet girl…

“I didn’t mean to cry… and I’m really sorry if it made things weird—“ she stopped speaking when she felt his hands on her cheeks.

“What have I said about apologizing?” He whispered next to her ear.

“Eddie…” she sighed desperately, feeling the heat of his mouth suddenly so close to her own.

“What the hell is this?!” Sounded through the door. The two jumped apart at the voice of Jason Carver yelling upstairs and Chrissy’s responding.

“My party! Like we agreed on, remember?” She asked with no holds barred, speaking to him like he had spent so long speaking to her. Tonight Jason would know what it was like.

“Chrissy—” Y/n mumbled, fumbling for the door knob with shaking hands. Eddie closed his hand around hers and helped her open it, letting her go before him. Y/n rushed through, keeping her grip on Eddie’s hand as they ran down the hall.

Jason and a couple of the jocks stood at the top of the stairs, looking into the game room where many people were in precarious positions. Chrissy being among them. Jason seemed to sway side to side as he stood, making sense of the scene before him.

“Jason, you said it was my party and that I could invite who I wanted to and play the games I wanted to, if you didn’t mean it, then you shouldn’t have agreed! Or were you just not listening?” Chrissy asked without shame. Y/n’s jaw dropped at her fearlessness.

Jason’s nostrils flared as his eyes darted around the room behind her. Y/n glanced behind Jason and his goons to find Sam, Steve, and Robin just ahead of the group of stoners that had camped at the foot of the staircase, Sam's eyes on hers. He raised his brows as if to ask if she was okay, to which she nodded.

“Chrissy, these people aren’t your friends! They’re-they’re weirdos! We don’t know them! It’s like inviting a stranger into my home!” He tried to deflect.

“That hasn’t ever mattered until now.” She shot back.

Jason skimmed the room for something to pick at, his eyes landing on Y/n and Eddie almost instantly. “Oh, c’mon—where did you two come from?” He asked, disgust lacing his words.

“We were just—“ Y/n went to cover for them when Chrissy interrupted.

“You’ve never cared who gets fucked in your bed, so why does it matter?” She quipped, giving the audience exactly what they wanted.

“All you trailer trash mother—“ Jason took three large steps towards the couple in the hall, charging like a raging bull as Y/n braced herself bravely in front of Eddie. Suddenly Chrissy stepped in front of Jason, yelling something Y/n couldn’t make out before he shoved the blonde out of the way carelessly.

“HEY!” An uncharacteristically rough and loud voice grabbed the room’s attention. Gareth stepped into view and dangerously close to Jason’s face as he uttered, “Don’t fuckin’ touch her.”

“You’re not gonna tell me how to treat my girlfriend, freak.” Jason shoved Gareth away lightly.

Chrissy stepped back in, adrenaline coursing through her as the words she’d been dying to say built in her throat. “Maybe he should since I’m tired of being your girlfriend!”

The words seem to echo through the house as a soft roar of ‘ooh’s rushed below them downstairs. Jason seemed frozen in place while fire blazed in his eyes.

“He may be a freak but at least he’s nice to be around.” She finished. His gaze landed on Gareth and his sudden closeness to Chrissy, or should he say Chrissy’s sudden closeness to Gareth.

Chrissy stepped back, bumping into Gareth’s chest but not bothering to move. Jason’s fury melted into calm, though it was only skin deep— the same anger burned in his eyes.

“Oh, I should’ve known you’d turn out to be a slut.” He scoffed, saving face.

The crowd gasped, Gareth stepped around Chrissy with the same skill of a prize-fighter, but not before Y/n found herself directly in front of Jason, grabbing him by the shoulder and sending a solid fist to his jaw.

Her knuckles popped when they crashed against his face, the burning slap of skin against skin humming through her fist as he fell backward into the arms of his friends, who quickly pushed him back onto his feet and sent him back with force, his punch following.

Y/n gasped and almost flinched away but remembered her friend behind her. Instead she only closed her eyes, bracing herself for the hit that never came.

She felt Chrissy’s hands on her shoulders yanking her back. When Y/n opened her eyes, she found a wall of bodies closing the gap between Jason and herself, recognizing them to be Eddie, Gareth, Steve, and Sam, the boys red faced and yelling over one another down at the drunk and slurring Jason.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Can’t swing on guys your own size, Carver?”

“If you wanna fight, we can fight!”

“Do you hit your mother like that, Jason?”

The rest of the basketball team rushed to defend his honor.

“He’s just drunk, he would never!”

“If that little bitch would’ve kept her hands to herself—“

“His parents won’t be happy to hear he’s been assaulted in his own home!”

“You freaks are animals!”

Y/n felt cemented to the spot as her heart pounded in her chest, wondering if the scene before her would turn into an all out brawl. The party goers around them made their way to the exit, shoving the occupants of the stairs out the door as the boys grew louder.

“Sounds like pussy shit to me, Carver, gotta have all your little friends speak for you?” Eddie spat, the veins in his thick neck protruding more and more the louder he got.

Gareth zeroed in on the guy in front of him as he exuded strong silence, looking down his nose at the bleach blond Jason Carver wannabe as he yelled up at his face. Despite being up against the basketball team, the boys from Hellfire seemed bigger, granted a couple of them were held back.

Sam stood next to Eddie with steam pouring out of his ears, his nostrils flared as he stood with his drink still in hand, “Say the word, man, we can take this outside real fast, but you’re not gonna touch my sister—“

“I’ll throw your scrawny ass over the fucking railing, Jason, it’s not a fucking joke anymore.” Eddie muttered almost nose to nose with Jason Carver, the pink faced boy growing heated and overwhelmed with the noise and chaos around him.

Eddie noticed this immediately and wanted nothing more than to set the fucker off. He nudged Jason’s nose with his own, a brave grin growing across his face as he said “C’mon, Jason, I know you’ve been dying to kiss me, c’mon lay it on me, big boy.”

Jason’s eyes grew wide as he flinched away from Eddie’s face, rearing his fist back to hit him, but not before Sam could toss his drink in Jason’s face and effectively blind him.

“Dude, what the fuck!” Jason cried.

The scrappy boys hopped on their opportunity, throwing hands before the jocks could have an advantage. Shirts were grabbed and hands were thrown, some of the jocks were trying to gang up on Gareth, some others on Sam, but Eddie and Jason had each other.

Steve didn’t hesitate to jump to Sam’s aide, the basketball team stepping back the moment they realized the notorious King Steve was now involved.

Gareth took a hit to the side of the face, taking no time to recover before he swung his fist back at a guy named Mark.

“You hit like my mom!” Gareth spit at the boy in front of him.

Grant, Jeff, and Ned worked their way in front of Y/n, pushing her and Chrissy back against the wall and obscuring their view to the situation in the middle of the room.

Eddie and Jason threw jab after jab, some body shots mixed in with some blows to the head, knuckles beginning to bust as they did.

“Y’know it’s real pathetic of you to take advantage of a nice little girl like her.” Jason muttered as they pushed against each other, the crowd of fleeing party goers pushing them together.

Eddie scoffed, “You don’t know anything about her.”

“I know enough. I know that she could definitely do better than you. Unless she turns into a crack whore like your moth—“ Jason didn’t have the chance to finish his words as Eddie held the boy by the shoulders and reared his head back, throwing it forward and sending his forehead straight into Jason Carver’s nose.

Twice.

The boy dropped with a scream.

Soon, everyone was rushing out of the house, Sam quickly finding Y/n and pulling her out with him as her eyes lingered behind, watching as Eddie pulled Gareth to his feet and helped him steady himself. The letterman’s screamed at them to get out and never come back as they clamored for the stairs, now filled with bodies trying to move both up and down.

Y/n was midway down the staircase managing to stay close to her brother and friends, finding Chrissy right behind her as they stepped off the stairs and out the front door.

“Chrissy! Are you okay??” Y/n asked urgently, looking her friend over for any signs of harm on the front lawn of Jason’s house. Chrissy’s smile was plastered on her face.

“I’m fine! Really, I’m great! I just—Has Gareth come out yet? What about Eddie? Are they okay?” She craned her neck towards the house and looked around the yard. Sam and Robin ran back up to the girls, breathless.

“Hey! Why aren’t we in the car, let’s get out of here before the cops come!” Sam urged.

“Did you see Gareth and Eddie come out?” Y/n asked the two as Chrissy’s eyes stayed glued to the door. Sam and Robin shared a grave look and shook their heads. Y/n’s stomach twisted at the prospect of them all being alone in Jason’s house with a room full of jocks.

Suddenly a loud thud sounded from the foyer of the house, familiar chaos coming from the loud mouths of the boys in leather, yelling obscenities over their shoulders as they struggled out of the house with their wounded friends.

“Fuck you Carver!”

“What a way to treat your guests, man—“

“See you Monday!”

Before the girls could gain their attention the boys had leapt over the hedges, Gareth tripping and pulling Eddie down with him—“fuckin’ shit, man, go, go, go!”

They fell hard but got up as fast as they went down, hobbling to the van parked under the shady limbs of a Bradford pear tree and piling everyone in the back. Y/n and Chrissy chuckled at their intoxicated gumption and hustled for Steve’s idling BMW.

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The car ride was fast and full of adrenaline, the windows were rolled down to relieve everyone of the hot stress that trickled down their faces as they loudly recounted the events of the night.

“Holy fucking shit! Y/n, I can’t believe you were actually about to take that hit from Jason.” Robin exclaimed from the front seat.

“—You should’ve seen seen it from where I was standing, it looked like she did for a second!” Sam cried from the backseat, sitting to the left of Y/n, Chrissy sitting on her right.

Y/n shook her head bashfully, noting the warmth behind her eyes and how heavy they felt in her head from the weed and intensity of the evening.

Chrissy looked to Y/n, “I can’t wait any longer, tell me what happened in the closet!!!”

“The what?!” The rest of the car shouted.

“We talked! I think we may have been misreading the whole thing on both ends, but before we could really get anywhere—“

“EW!” Sam wretched with his tongue out.

“—Not like that!” She half lied, “Before we could get anywhere, Jason had to be Jason and cause a scene.” She shrugged. “But that’s okay! The hard part’s over. I feel… I feel so much better.” She noticed, now peaceful enough to feel the high covering her like a hug.

“I’m proud of you, kiddo.” Sam said, his gaze more earnest than his voice.

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Steve dropped Robin and Chrissy off at home first, then Y/n. Sam didn’t get out of the car, Y/n only noticing when she made it five steps towards the house without hearing another car door open and close. She turned on her heel and looked at Sam and Steve with a furrowed brow.

“Ew.” Is all she said.

Sam’s jaw dropped open in fake offense, pressing a hand to his chest as Steve blushed and chuckled. “Excuse me, missy, I just thought I’d give you some privacy.”

Y/n’s brow knitted together further as she shook her head in confusion. Sam nodded further down the road, Y/n following his gaze to the familiar van parked a little down the curb. Her heart leapt before she met Sam’s eye again.

“Ew.” He mocked as she stepped toward his door with a blush. She leaned down to his open window and smirked.

“love you.”

He chuckled, his eyes turning soft. “love you too.”

She nodded and patted the windowsill. She looked at Steve with the best straight face she could muster, “Don’t get pregnant.” She said, breaking into a smile as Sam burst out laughing and Steve responded, “You, either.”

Sam screamed at Steve’s wit and cackled louder before they pulled away from the curb. Y/n ran to Eddie’s van, tapping at the window before noticing no one was inside. She cocked her head and turned to look at her house, almost immediately spotting him by the chimney, a faint trail of smoke curling upwards towards the moon.

She bit her lip and ran inside the house, thankful for her father’s night shift. Her heart hammered in her chest as she made her way down the hall, her high from the night wearing off now. She opened her door and didn’t care to change into pants, the adrenaline kicking up in her veins warming her along with the building ache in her core.

She wrenched the window open, catching a whiff of the joint that was burning. She sighed and turned to her stereo. Her eyes flickered over the titles, her trusty Smiths case laying open, the tape still in the deck.

She cued up the song she desired and hit play, leaving the room before it even started.

“Oh, mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head…”

She climbed the tree, sighing in content when the song sounded loud enough to be heard loud and clear outside. Eddie sat cooly, his back up against the chimney and a leg stretched out in front of him, the other drawn up close to him to rest his elbow on, a joint burning in his hand. His eyes were sparkling and set on her as she crawled across the branch.

He stood, taking large steps to her to help her steady herself as she gained her footing, grabbing her hands in his. “Thanks.” She mumbled as they stepped over to their spot.

He sat first, as if this were his special place and gestured for her to sit with him. She situated herself as Morrisey’s voice kept them company.

“I know it’s over still I cling, I don’t know where else I can go…”

“What are you doing here?” She asked quietly as he handed her the joint. Eddie chuckled as she took a drag.

“This… amazing girl ran out on me during seven minutes in heaven…” he shook his head with a tsk. Y/n’s face heated as she choked out a cough.

“‘S that so?” She asked.

Eddie nodded, accepting the joint back and taking a hit. “Yep, and it was going real well too,” he exhaled a long cloud of smoke as the breeze carried it far away. “—or at least I thought. She had a friend to save, turns out I did too. But, uh, pretty unfair if you ask me.” He grimaced, keeping his focus on the burning end of the stick.

Y/n chuckled and nodded in agreement, “Yeah, I, uh, feel sorry for her.”

Eddie flinched back in confusion, “Huh?”

Y/n grabbed his wrist and brought the joint to her lips, inhaling deeply as he watched in awe, his goddess returning. He followed the outline of her nose, hoping he could press a tender kiss there some morning soon before school.

His eyes flickered over her cheeks, wanting to reach out and cradle the softness of them, knowing she’d lean into his touch just like he wanted her to.

“Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly…”

She exhaled and opened her eyes, moving his hand to the side but not releasing his wrist. “She didn’t get to kiss you.” She whispered, the confidence deep within her shining through like the stars around her.

“And I know it’s over still I cling, I don’t know where else to go, over and over and over and over…”

Eddie scooted closer and stamped out the joint, half gone. She met his eye and couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips when she noticed the way he looked at her.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said without shame. His face was lit by the waning moon, his hair so dark it almost blended against the night sky around him. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat, she looked down at his hand covering hers, his thumb stroking her hand lovingly.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” He whispered.

Her teary eyes met his. He shook his head to himself and continued, “I’m so sorry… for being a coward. I assumed the worst and should’ve just talked to you… I was so scared that if I brought it up… you’d be embarrassed or think I only brought you to my trailer to get you high and take advantage of you—“

“What if…” She got the courage to say, “I went to your house because I wanted you to take advantage of me?” She suggested daringly.

Eddie blanched and swallowed his pride hard, “Y-You did?”

Y/n chuckled coyly, averting her eyes down between them, her shy smile playing at her lips before she nodded. Eddie sat stunned at the thought of the pure sweet angel in front of him having dirty ulterior motives.

She chuckled at his reaction and listened to her intrusive, impulsive thought that urged her to swing a leg over his lap to keep him right where she wanted him this time. Eddie gasped as she clutched the lapels of his vest, his hands flying to her hips and ass.

“Nerves of steel, huh?” He asked, releasing a tense and shaking breath.

Y/n only giggled and leaned in, taking his lips in a soft kiss, savoring the thickness of his bottom lip between hers as she mouthed at it. He moaned against her, further encouraging her to keep going.

“While they're in each other's arms...

It's so easy to laugh

It's so easy to hate

It takes strength to be gentle and kind”

He grabbed at her body, pulling her impossibly closer as her kisses grew with urgency. The clicks and smacks of their affection egged them on, their skin growing hot with every passing second they spent touching each other.

“You’re everything to me, Y/n—everything.” He mumbled against her, his fingers now in her hair as he held her face to plant heated kisses all over.

Y/n practically swooned at the admission, gripping onto his arms tighter and grinding her throbbing core down onto Eddie’s. He groaned at the sensation, his hips following hers and creating a delicious friction he’d never felt at the hands of someone else.

“You’re all I think about anymore, Eddie— I want you so bad.” She whispered before diving down to his neck. Another surge of warmth rushed to her center when she nosed at his skin and inhaled more of his scent.

Eddies eyes rolled back and he felt his dick throb.

His inner voice was screaming in victory as ‘I want you so bad’ echoed through his head.

‘She’s in your lap!’

‘She’s going to town on your neck’

‘She wants you! Make your move!’

“D’ya—mmm—you wanna go get warm under the covers?” He asked daringly. “You still owe me five more minutes in heaven, angel.” He caressed her thighs, making her arch her back involuntarily at the affection. Y/n bit her lip and nodded with a blush smattering her cheeks.

The couple kissed three times more before climbing down, smiles unmoving from their swollen and red lips.

Y/n was through her window first, shrugging off her jacket as Eddie maneuvered his long legs through, scooting across the end of her bed with a mischievous smile. He stood to his full height, towering over her as she stood in the most revealing outfit she’d worn, not to mention in front of him.

He traced the choker around her neck with his index finger, trailing down her sternum and to the lace trim of her camisole. He followed the incline up to the silky strap and hooked it with his finger, pushing it off her shoulder gently.

“When I saw you like this at the party…” he started, “I knew I couldn’t watch anyone do those dares with you…” he pushed the hair away from her neck.

“and that I absolutely love this skirt on you.”

She gasped as she felt his fingers at her waist, tracing the fabric teasingly. “Who’s got nerve now?” He asked in her ear with a smirk as she fanned a breath across his neck.

Instead of waiting for him, she pushed up on her toes to lay warm kisses where her breath had hit him seconds before. Her hand wound around the other side of his neck, lacing loosely in his hair as the other rested on his shoulder.

His grip on her tightened as he groaned. “C’mere, baby.” He muttered, pulling her to sit down on his lap at the end of her bed. With a vibrating core, she climbed on top of him, meeting his lips again with a sigh, the anxious tension melting from her body as they sank into the bed.

Eddie found himself leaning back against the familiar plush of her mattress. Her hands cradled his jaw like he was breakable, her kisses warming him from the inside out. He kissed back with vigor, like he was hungry and she was the only thing he craved.

Which, this wasn't far from the truth.

Y/n’s hair began to fall forward around them, her tresses making their way between them and causing her to pull back breathlessly, sitting atop his lap as he laid flat, staring up at her in wonder.

“Shit, sorry.” She sighed, looking around her room for a hair tie and swiveling in his lap as she did. He suppressed a moan as she turned to get off the bed, the pressure and friction everything he needed before she left him.

She walked over to her nightstand and swiped one from there. She avoided his gaze as she tied her hair back. Eddie scooted back to the head of the bed against her pillows, not knowing how far this was about to go.

He swallowed hard as he sat up against the wall, staring down at his socked feet and then back up as her figure moved to the stereo. The Smiths had ended and ejected, the silence amplifying the smallest of sounds. The bed creaked as he shifted his weight, Y/n picked at her nails while she stared up at the shelf in thought.

‘You’re taking too long, he’s gonna tease you’

‘He may just change his mind’

‘Do you really need music that bad??’

“You okay?” He asked from the bed.

Y/n nodded her head and chuckled nervously. “Y-Yeah, I just—I dunno what to put on. Can’t decide the vibe.” She shrugged.

Eddie grinned at the back of her and nodded. “The vibe, huh? How about…” He asked crossing the room to stand behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his front. “a shared favorite?” He spotted the familiar black and white cassette and popped it in before she could question him.

He pressed the track button until the beginning chords of Rhiannon played. Y/n turned to him with her heart in her throat. Eddie’s dark eyes were warm with affection as he looked at her in that moment. His smile was gentle and hopeful.

She smiled and nodded to the bass before she started leading him backwards to her bed by his hands, the build up not so urgent anymore.

They had arrived.

Eddie pulled her close and situated his hand on her waist and held her hand in his other hand, swaying her to the melody rather smoothly as Stevie began to sing despite never dancing together before.

They giggled through a little spin and pulled each other close to rest their foreheads against one another, wrapping up in a warm embrace. The passion rose, their mouths so close together in that vulnerable moment.

“We have all the time in the world.” He whispered, to which she nodded, her heart slowing with the decrease in speed.

Neither of them had ever found so much solace in another person, home feeling like a place they could only find when they were together.

“Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win?

She is like a cat in the dark, then she is the darkness..

She rules her life like a fine skylark, and when the sky is starless…”

Y/n melted into his touch, their lips finally meeting again like lost lovers. They kissed more comfortably now, holding each other intimately by the cheeks before getting situated on the bed.

“Taken by… taken by the sky…”

They held each other close, taking their time— in no rush to get rid of the layers separating them disregarding the daring lines uttered earlier.

This didn’t stop them from touching and squeezing the forbidden parts of each other.

“You're a dream, sweetheart.” He whispered into her hair as she kissed and sucked and licked his neck lazily, her head laying on his shoulder. She sighed, her eyes prickling with hot tears at the sentiment.

He noticed this and took no hesitation in continuing, “I’ve imagined finding a girl like you my entire life and still didn’t picture her to be as perfect as you.”

She gasped softly and pulled away from his neck but kept her forehead down against him. Her mind wiped of all thought, just noticing how loud her heart beat in her ears.

“Look at me, Y/n.” The use of her name made her stomach drop, his curled finger tilting her chin up to look at him, her chin grazing his.

He noticed her watery eyes and smiled bittersweetly. “I wanna help you be so happy you don’t have to cry when you are.” He nodded. She smiled and let the tears flow freely, leaning forward and kissing his lips with fervor.

He caressed her sides lovingly and welcomed the subtle nudges of her hips rolling against his. She broke the kiss with a soft hiccup as the tears became more intense. She shook her head and groaned at herself, “I’m so sorry, ugh.” She wiped her cheeks defeatedly.

Eddie moved her hands and wiped her face, “What have I said about apologizing?” He whispered, pulling her into a tight hug when he was done. She sighed and held him tightly, emotion swelling within her.

“You, ugh, you feel like home, Eddie.” She nosed into his hair, laying against him comfortably, her crotch resting against his raging boner. Eddie sighed and nodded in agreement.

“You—I know exactly what you mean. You’re my girl, you know? I just wanna be—everywhere you are…” he said through his ragged breath as they began moving against each other.

“Oh my god, Eddie, I—I’m yours. Since I first saw you. You’re it for me.” She confessed.

Eddie held her by her cheeks and made her look into his teary eyes as he nodded in agreement. “I think you're my soulmate.” He whispered in disbelief, despite never believing in the concept until now.

She was his person.

His other half.

He pushed her hair out of her face as it crumpled in overwhelm. She nodded and recovered with a deep breath. “And you’re all mine?” She smiled.

“All yours.” He rubbed her nose with his before they dove back into devouring each other. They had yet to take off their clothes, but Eddie was already on the verge of cumming in his pants, whimpers and moans flying from him as his cock began to twitch.

“I want you to, Eddie—“ She whispered against his lips, placing his hands on her thighs and encouraging them to slide up the hem of her skirt.

“‘M so close, baby—I can’t—“

“No, no, no, cum for me! Please, please, plea—

“Ah! Ah, fuck! Shit, keep going—“ he cried as he bounced her on his lap, his load spurting into his underwear as he felt her grind against him.

“You’re so good—mmm—so good…“ he hummed against her lips.

She nodded against him earnestly, “‘wanna be good for you…”

He rolled his eyes and leaned her backwards, her legs wrapping around his waist and making him smirk. “You just made me cum in my pants like a freshman…you’re so fucking good.” he muttered into her hair as she dangled from him, her giggles spurring him on.

“Good, that was my intention.” She giggled as he pressed wet kisses to her neck.

“Oh, honey, we’ve only just begun.” He pulled back to look at her in the eye before reaching behind her to unzip her skirt.

She felt energy run through her as the fabric loosened, her core tightening at the sensation. “This okay, sweet girl?” He asked hesitantly.

Y/n nodded, “Touch me, please…”

“I wanna make you feel good.” He whispered pleadingly.

“Then take me…” She said in a low whisper in his ear, intoxicated by him and the idea of him being inside of her.

“I can’t fuck you, not yet… I wanna do it all right with you, baby, take you out for a while, treat you like mine until everyone knows it—I just can’t keep my hands to myself anymore…” he reasoned with himself more than her. She nodded mindlessly underneath him, rubbing her thighs together as he spoke.

“Can I have your fingers?” She asked almost casually.

Eddies eyes widened just hearing something so filthy come out of her mouth. “I’ll give you anything you ask for—“ he stuck his first two fingers in his mouth to cover them in his spit, only for her to pull them out and slot her mouth over them.

“Jesus H Christ…” Eddie sighed as he felt her warm and sweet little mouth cover his digits and slide her tongue between his two fingers. As she slowly dragged her mouth back up the length, her lips puckered, making him keen as he looked down at her.

She looked up at him and smiled around his fingers as she pulled off. “You’re a little vixen when you’re feeling ballsy—I love that..” He whispered while he reached down to her clothed pussy.

He pulled her panties to the side and glided his fingers through her folds, her breathless whimpers spurring him on further.

“I got you, baby, right here? ‘S that it?” He asked when his thumb found her clit, fiddling with the hard bundle of nerves and covering it in her slick.

Y/n let loose a wanton mewl before she nodded and cried out, “Ah, fuck, yeah, right there!” And Eddie slid inside.

Had anyone been home, they’d assume the worst was going on behind the closed door. She bucked wildly against his hand, chasing the rising pressure building in her stomach as Eddie whispered the hottest things in her ear.

“You make the prettiest noises when you’re desperate to cum—‘s that too mean?” He asked quietly after thinking a beat too long.

Y/n shook her head, “—it’s perfect, Eddie, you’re perfect—ugh— please, please, make me cum.” She panted, the foreign, filling pressure rose and built up in her core, the place his fingers reached inside of her soothed the ache and melted it into hot and tingly pleasure.

Eddie resumed kissing her lips, his mouth slick with their saliva just like hers were. “Let me have it, baby—wanna see how pretty girls cum—“ he muttered as he pulled back to watch her, his hips thrusting along with his wrist.

Y/n’s mouth hung open as her orgasm washed over her, a choked groan escaped her as her body lurched uncontrollably. Eddie smirked in satisfaction and continued his movements, diving down to her neck to work her through the high.

Y/n’s head was spinning and reeling at the full body sensation pulsating through her as he buried his nose in her neck and kissed. The silk top against her hard and sensitive nipples accentuated the way Eddie’s thumb ran over it with a hard pinch, striking a chord on the live wire he wound so tightly in her body. “You’re mine, yeah? And I’ll take care of you… however you need it…whenever you need it.”

She opened her blurry eyes and saw him looking deeply into her, in awe after the worship of his goddess was over, and she was appeased and satiated. She blinked, her final tears falling down her cheeks and taking her makeup with it. He smiled and wiped her face before leaning down and taking her in another deep kiss that said more than words could.

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The lovers stayed up the rest of the night, treating it like any other they’d share; smoking, talking, laughing, taking turns putting on music, and now kissing. They weren’t too scared to get close to each other now, quickly getting comfortable under the comforter and entangling their legs.

They kept their lips lingering close to one another, unafraid to close the distance between them whenever they felt so moved. They sang quietly, tracing the details of each other's faces and bodies.

As they were right on the brink of sleep, the sun began to creep up over the horizon. Y/n nudged Eddie’s chin with her nose, his eyes fluttering open instantly and smiling when he saw her looking at him. She pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling into it when she felt his hand come up to cradle her jaw.

“Do you wanna watch the sun come up with me?” She asked quietly. Eddie seemed to perk up at the idea and nodded.

They crept out of the window, just like they always did, taking their blanket with them to climb up the tree and onto the roof. The morning air was cold, and there was a ghostly fog hovering over the street. The streetlights were still on, glowing in the early light.

From their spot, they saw the top of the orange orb rise up from behind the horizon, the deep blue hues of the night sky warming to purple and pink. Clouds cracked open to let through the sun's first rays that skimmed the dewy ground.

Y/n sat against Eddie’s chest, her head nuzzled into the perfect spot of his neck, warm and cozy in the blanket he held around them. Her hand rested on the outside of his thigh, rubbing slow circles into the denim.

Eddie kissed her head when the sky took to orange, the shade of tangerine being one that reminded him of her. He looked down at her, smiling when he saw she was so close to him, in his arms right where she belonged. He held her closer, his squeezing embrace making her giggle as he buried his nose in her hair.

“What are you doing?” She asked in amusement.

“I’m memorizing this moment. Never want to forget it.” He mumbled, breathing in her scent. They turned their heads to get a better view of each other. “Your eyes in the sunlight is one of my favorite things.” He mentioned.

Y/n blushed at the compliment and averted her gaze. “Yeah, well, I think you’re still a little caked.”

“Or maybe, just maybe, I’m openly admiring my girlfriend… saying all the thoughts I’ve been dying to say out loud now… and one of them is how beautiful your eyes are when the sky looks like this.” He whispered, staring intently into her irises to memorize the pattern and texture and every fleck inside.

“But I’ll just have to get you used to that, huh?” He asks himself more than her. Y/n shook her head, turning her attention back to the sky ahead of them.

“We’ll see if you can handle me long enough, Munson.” She said jokingly before he turned her head to face him. He pressed his lips to hers with urgency, chasing her kiss down hungrily.

He released her and pulled back, “You’re it for me, sweetheart. Just wait, you’ll see.”

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