#i just ignore the weird fucked up remarks and roll my eyes

[fefairys]

i know ive basically said this already lol but a lot of ppl have been like "oh man i should reread homestuck with the commentary!" and i do want to warn yall it is an extremely mixed bag of genuine insightful stuff and good writing advice and then just like. terrible writing advice, and weird off-kilter bad-taste jokes. i've just been posting the stuff i think is good and interesting or particularly funny, but it's not all top tier commentary lmao

if ur doing a reread with book commentary get ready to be annoyed. and put on ur critical thinking helmet lol because you have to parse through so much of hussies bullshit. u have to ask urself CONSTANTLY "are they serious, or are they being satirical right now?" and i genuinely do not know the answer for some of the shit they say.

[itoshiexx]

thin line

synopsis: four times itoshi rin said he hated you, and the one time he finally said the truth.

pairing: itoshi rin x gn!reader | words: 5k (insane) | warnings: enemies to (implied) lovers, cursing (rin being rin), rin is a total tsundere and emotionally constipated, banter, teasing, one (1) sexual implication towards the end, i use the word hate a lot, kinda proofread

notes: oh my GOD. you have no idea how hard it was for me to write (and finish!) this. writer's block has been kicking my ass really hard and honestly i don't even know if i like this but i swear to god if this flops i'll kms. (jk. maybe. or not.)

masterlist sae's 4+1

i.

itoshi rin was a hater. 

he didn’t consider himself one, naturally. rin thought he was a pretty chill guy, but apparently, everyone who had some sort of interaction with the younger itoshi felt the same kind of vibe coming from him. at least, it was what his stupid teammates said after claiming rin was always hating on something — whether it was the line in the coffee shop being too long, every pass given to him by isagi or the librarian with “a stupid fish-face”.

on his defense, no one liked long lines, isagi had two left feet when it came to passing and the librarian was a fucking weirdo. even if he was a hater, he had a plausible reason for everything he hated. 

“itoshi.”

that included you, of course.

rin was pretty convinced it was impossible not to hate you. every time he entered your shared biology class, a mere look at you was enough for his irk to grow even more. everything about you was just obnoxious.

you were loud. and, although unpleasant, that wouldn’t be much of a problem if you just weren’t unable to shut the fuck up and stop rambling excitedly at every friend you met. and you had many. you were some kind of weird social butterfly with infinite energy for social interactions — in a way, you reminded him of bachira. 

but bachira was not always jumping at every chance to refute him with a know-it-all smirk. bachira wasn’t perpetually ready to throw witty remarks at his rudeness. and bachira definitely didn’t have a pretty gleam on his eyes every time he headbutted with rin.

in short, you were everything itoshi rin hated. and the worst part was that you knew. you knew how much your very existence annoyed him, and it seemed like you took as your life mission to make the next two years of his life a living hell. 

“itoshi.” your voice reached his ears again. well, maybe if he just ignored you, you would… “itoshi!”

“what the fuck do you want?” he snapped, diverting his attention from the match playing on his phone to look at you. “i told you not to call me that.”

another thing he hated — to be called by his last name. it reminded him way too much of sae, and that was something rin didn’t want to do. but it wasn’t like he was going to tell you that, so he’d rather let you think he just didn’t want you to address him at all. which wasn’t a lie, either. 

you gave him a puzzled look, tilting your head like an innocent puppy. a fake naivety, of course. “we’re not close enough for me to call you by your first name, though.”

“thank fuck.” 

your eyes rolled at that. “language, itoshi.” he glared at you again, and you fixed your posture, putting your hands on the back pockets of your jeans. the malicious smile you gave sent chills down his spine. 

“well, i just came to deliver you the news since you missed last period. there’s a project worth 75% of our grade to be delivered in two months, and guess what? we’re together!”

oh, hell no.

“you tell terrible jokes.”

“i’m serious, though. if you don’t believe me, just ask your friends,” you said, so absentmindedly that rin felt his blood pressure rising. he opened his mouth to retort, but you beat him to it. “and before you try, the teacher already said no one can work alone and that the pairs cannot be exchanged.”

his left eye twitched, and he was pretty sure all his muscles were tight and ready to combust. life just couldn’t give him a break, could it? it was like he was being punished — forced to work with you, of all people. what a fucking nightmare. 

how the hell was he supposed to endure two months of constant interactions with your annoying sassiness and the pretty curve of your lips when you smirked? it might just drive him crazy. 

“so, when can we start, partner?”

rin rolled his eyes so hard they almost got stuck on the back of his skull. 

“i hate you.”

ii.

the soccer field was probably the only place rin felt at peace. the smell of grass and sweat was as familiar as his home, much like the round shape of the ball on his feet and the path to the goal. despite his rowdy teammates and their dumb antics, there wasn’t much that was able to distract him and break this peacefulness.

“itoshi!”

there was still something, though. or someone, for that matter.

the shock of seeing you in his “happy place” was so big rin nearly tripped on the ball, successfully letting bachira steal it from him. the snickers from reo and isagi made his skin boil with anger, but his harsh glare was directed at you — the fucking source of all his problems. 

and no, he was not being dramatic. 

“what are you doing here.” 

it wasn’t really a question, more like a veiled threat; but you seemed oblivious to it, or simply didn’t care about his reaction. something in him even thought you liked getting on his nerves. he was sure of it when you smirked.

“the project, dummy. we need to start today if we want to get it done in time. it’s pretty long, hence why we have two months.”

“i can’t today,” was all he said. 

“why?”

“because,” rin spat with venom on his tongue, “i have an important game next week.”

you stared at him in silence. rin would have thought about how the sun shining on your back framed you with a perfect halo and gave you a nearly angelic look if he wasn’t so busy controlling the heat on his face from your scrutiny. he hated when you did that. he hated you. 

“we have to start today, itoshi. i’ll wait until you finish practicing so we can go to the library.”

he hated your stubbornness. he hated your voice, too — how it sounded like a siren’s melody, ready to trap him and bring him to the bottom of the ocean.

“fine. suit yourself.”

the young itoshi turned around and went back to the field, ignoring aryu’s pestering and shidou asking about who you were and if he could have your number. rin pondered if a yellow card was worth shutting up the insect, but eventually decided against it; he didn’t want ego to bench him, especially when they were so close to the tournament next week. 

the rest of the game went pretty smoothly, although rin and his teammates could tell he had half of his focus on the sidelines, where you sat prettily at the stands with your laptop. a perpetual scowl was on his face throughout the rest of the match. you were so damn distracting it was annoying. 

once the match was over, some of the boys went home, while others continued practicing, rin being one of them. he was expecting you to grow tired and give up, especially considering it was getting darker and colder, but you didn’t waver. your face was still present on the stands, haunting him even if he closed his eyes. you even had the audacity to smile when your gazes crossed.

he hated your smile. he did. 

hours passed until every one of his teammates had gone home, and rin was the only one left in the field. deciding it was finally enough (and not admitting he was starting to worry for you), he stopped his moves, finishing up with a few stretches so that his muscles weren’t too sore. he stored the footballs on the cart and put away the cones, something that was already routine at that point since he was usually the last one to leave.

finally, rin walked towards you. 

“i’m done,” he said as he approached you on the sideline of the field. his gym bag was right at your side, and he ignored the electricity that sparked his skin when it grazed yours. 

your eyes averted from your laptop to look at him. “oh, hi! thought you’d take a little longer,” you retorted. “anyways, i’m done too.”

he stopped his movement. “what?”

“yeah, i finished the first topic. only fourteen more to go.” the giggle that flew out of your mouth reverberated through his body. rin watched as you stood up and stretched, looking away when your shirt rode up and a sliver of your stomach could be seen. you then proceeded to put your laptop away, and his brows furrowed. 

“i don’t get it. i thought you said… you said it was too much stuff to do by yourself.” you nodded, not even looking at him. rin kind of wished you did. “and yet you did everything?”

“well, yes.”

his scowl only worsened. “what the fuck? why?”

you slung your bag through your shoulder, looking at him with those damn doe-eyes that always sparkled so much. it was annoying. why did they remind him of the stars? and why did rin wanted to watch the night sky on your face?

“you said you have an important game next week, so i figured it wouldn’t kill to do the first topic by myself,” you answered. “don’t get used to it, though! you’re gonna have to help on the next ones, partner.”

the young itoshi ignored the stupid nickname, his brain still trying to catch up to everything. something just wasn’t clicking…

“so why the hell did you wait for me to finish practice?”

you didn’t even falter.

“thought you could use the company.” you shrugged. and although your voice was nonchalant, you were smiling. and not your typical mischievous smirk — it was a sweet, sweet smile, dripped in honey and all things good in the world. 

rin’s heart leaped on his chest. he could feel his cheeks becoming flushed, but he blamed it on the cold. 

coming to think of it, it was really cold. and you sat there for hours… if he looked closely, he could see your frame shivering from the lack of proper clothing. 

a little tsk came out of his mouth, and rin impulsively took off his jacket, throwing it on your face — ignoring the “hey!” you sent his way.

“what’s that for, itoshi?!”

“so that you don’t freeze to death, dumbass.”

rin had to admit your gaping expression was kind of cute. not that he would commit to memory or something… that would be lukewarm, and he was anything but lukewarm. especially when it came to you. 

“don’t get any ideas, though,” he said before you could retort, turning around to follow the path to his dorm room, “i still hate you.”

iii.

things were calmer after the game passed. rin often found himself at the university library with you after his practice, leaving around nine or ten, and walking you to your dorm building simply because he didn’t want to be bothered in case something happened to you. not like he was worried for your safety or anything.

you still got on his nerves, but the project was going surprisingly well. rin learned you were very dedicated and meticulous, meaning you put in a lot of effort to focus and make everything as perfect as it could be. he wished he could say his focus was also as sharp as ever, but the scent of your coconut shampoo always lingered on the study booths and made his mind fuzzy. 

it was tuesday night and you were both on your laptops doing research and writing on your paper, falling into the same little routine you established the past weeks. the library was nearly empty as usual — though you always sat at the furthest cabin because rin didn’t like to see, hear or speak to people — and the only sound in the ambience was the pitter patter of the rain. 

everything seemed to be going fine, but things changed when the rain got heavier and became a strong thunderstorm that made the lights go out.

“fuck,” rin cursed under his breath, looking around to hear other people mumbling complaints and the librarian saying she would turn on the power generator, asking for calm and patience. he squeezed the bridge of his nose, annoyed, and turned to you. “hey, do you think—”

then he stopped. 

the only source of light was the screen of your laptops and the occasional lightning striking on the dark sky, but rin could see you on the other side of the table as clear as day. and he felt his heart squeeze impossibly hard with the sight. 

you were shaking like a leaf, hands squeezed tight and nails prickling your skin, and your eyes were widened and so, so scared. he had never seen you wear such an expression, always familiar with your confidant, cheery self, and he decided he didn’t like one bit. 

“hey,” he whispered, trying to grasp your attention. however, your eyes were focused outside. “hey, look at me.”

slowly, your orbs met his, and rin felt his breath hitch. there were tears on your lash line threatening to fall, and panic began to rise on his throat; but he forced himself to stay calm for your sake. 

“what’s wrong?”

your lips trembled, but nothing came out. he hated your voice, but found himself missing it. so he tried again.

“are you… afraid of the dark?”

his question was answered when the sound of another thunder reverberated again, making you visibly flinch. his gaze softened when a small hiccup left your lips. 

“oh. it’s the thunder.”

you nodded, still unable to talk. rin could see you were forcing yourself to keep your sobs contained, as if the mere thought of crying in front of him was as dangerous as standing at gunpoint. like his words — venomous, harsh, cold words — could hurt you just as much as a bullet. 

his stomach churned with that thought. he hated it. 

so, as carefully as he could so as not to startle you, rin stood up from his seat and walked around the table until he reached the chair at your side, sitting on it. he felt you body tense with the proximity, more so when he slightly turned to stare at you, and felt the need to say something.

“it’s okay,” he murmured, so impossibly soft you could hardly believe it was itoshi rin saying those words to you. 

it was even more unbelievable when he enveloped your body in a hug, bringing your head to his chest as if to shelter you from the thunder. 

rin really hoped you couldn't hear the unrestrained beating of his heart. everything about that moment made him nearly combust; from the ever present smell of your shampoo when he rested his nose in your hair, the evident relaxation of your frame when he hugged you or the small arms that held his waist as if he was the only lifeline in the ocean. 

you let your sobs and sniffles run free, burying yourself deeper in his embrace, and all rin could do was pat your hair and whisper soft reassurances on your ear. 

it’s okay. you are safe. i won’t let it hurt you. 

he didn’t know how long you both stayed in that position, but as he enjoyed the warmth of your body next to his, your sobs eventually died out along with the roaring sound of thunder. the rain became thinner and the lights finally came back, although neither of you made a move to separate. 

the silence lingered for a moment before you broke it, “thank you.”

the male only hummed, trying to hide his disappointment when you slowly backed away. though his hand didn’t leave you, going from your hair to rest on your hip in some type of reassurance squeeze. 

“i-i’m sorry, it’s just…”

“you don’t have to explain,” he interrupted. then, hesitantly added, “only if you want to.”

“it’s not something big or anything… this fear has just kind of been there. i think something happened to me when i was a kid and it was thundering, so every time it happens i just… freeze.” you shook your head. “it’s stupid.”

he frowned. “it’s not stupid if it makes you this terrified. it’s okay, we all have fears.”

you were yet to look him in the eye, seemingly embarrassed about your triggered phobia. “i cried on your shirt.”

“yeah.”

“it has tears stains.”

“yeah.”

you sighed. “i’m sorry.”

he squeezed your hip again. “don’t apologize.”

you finally raised your head to look at him, and rin could very much consider himself a lost man at that moment. your eyes were glistening from the remnant of tears, but that pretty gleam was still there, barging its way through any sadness and any fear to present itself with the shy smile you sent him.

even if it was still dark, he would be able to see it, because you shined. brightly, scorchingly and so, so mesmerizing, like some sort of classic painting worth millions of dollars. if rin had the choice, he wouldn’t want to look away. 

“i think it’s enough for today,” you said, “do you mind if we continue tomorrow?”

“i don’t mind,” rin answered, although he secretly wished to bask in your warmth for a little longer. “i’ll take you to your dorm building. i brought an umbrella.”

because he knew you were a klutz and would most likely forget. not that he paid attention to you or something. 

you smiled again, and rin had to use all of his might to let go of you and go back to his chair to pick up his stuff. silently, you both put away your things and left the study booth towards the exit, where the younger itoshi opened his umbrella and started to walk towards your destination. he felt his skin burning when you tangled your arm with his so that you were squeezed together under the shelter for the rain.

around ten minutes later, you finally arrived at your dorm building. and then, as the little minx you were, you stood on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek before running inside along with your goodbyes. 

“thank you, rin!”

he stood there like a statue for what felt like an eternity, feeling his face impossibly hot. rin touched his cheek in mild disbelief, feeling butterflies erupting on his stomach without permission. 

it was only then he realized you called him by his actual name, and a smile inevitably took over his features. 

fuck.

itoshi rin hated you. but that day, he discovered that he hated seeing you cry even more.

iv.

he didn’t really know what the fuck he was doing there. rin was not the kind of guy who went to parties, much less fraternity ones; but somehow he ended up in one on a saturday night after a lot of convincing from his teammates. he claimed he only accepted so that isagi would shut up and stop pestering him, but the said boy insisted to say he only agreed after learning you would be there. 

which was absurd, of course. a completely crazy, delusional and absurd thought. why would he want your obnoxious self to go and ruin the party? rin hated you. 

right?

the music was loud and the people were even louder. there were dozens of bodies on the makeshift dance floor swaying to the beat, along with some people playing beer pong and small groups scattered around talking as best as they could. rin was part of the last type, although he was tuning out everything that bachira blabbed on his ear like a madman. his focus was solely on the entrance.

and then, you came in. 

it was like a stupid romance movie — the way everything seemed to be in slow motion. from the way you walked, to the slight movement of your hair, to the blink of your curved eyelashes. and god, how much he hated that. 

he hated the way your mere presence prickled his skin. how your voice soothed his lousy thoughts, how your smile lit up the room. he hated this urge inside of him to look for you every time he knew you'd be in the same vicinity, like you were some source of life that he couldn’t live without. 

“are you okay, rin-chan?” bachira’s voice took him out of his thoughts. he blinked a few times.

“yeah, i’m fine.”

now, rin wasn’t a drinker; the red cup on his hand was merely for show. but he gulped some beer at that moment, as if trying to wake up from a hazy dream or get out of a trance. it made sense — he did think you were a siren of some sort. 

there was no other reason for the spell you put on him. 

the party went on, and he spent a few hours avoiding you like the plague and pretending he wasn’t stealing glances at every chance he got. truth is, he was always paying attention when you were swaying your hips on the dance floor like there was no tomorrow, glaring at every guy who thought about getting close while holding back his own desire to do the same.

it was only when you left to the backyard that his teammates finally decided to say something.

“you should talk to them” reo advised, eyebrows dancing in a weird, wiggly way. rin grimaced.

“what? why?”

the boys rolled their eyes and groaned, tired of the younger itoshi’s behavior. 

“rin, man. you are clearly interested in them. and i’m pretty sure they’re interested in you, too,” isagi said slowly, as if rin was a child. “otherwise, they wouldn’t make the effort to pester you.”

rin could feel his face flushing. “i’m not—”

“don’t even try to deny it. it’s kind of obvious, really,” chigiri butted in, an exasperated countenance on his face. “just go, rin.”

he let out a tsk, chugging the rest of his drink and throwing the cup on the trash. “i’m going out just because i don’t want to keep listening to you idiots.” 

“yeah, right,” nagi snickered, and the others followed, watching rin turn his back and move towards the backyard, where he would inevitably find you. 

the chilly air hit his skin the moment he stepped out, and rin kind of thanked the relief it gave to his hot cheeks. quickly looking around, it was easy to spot your lonely frame leaning on the wall, staring at the stars as if they weren’t in your eyes. he walked to you like his feet had their own will, and once he got close enough, leaned the side of his body on the wall, facing you.

“you’re cold.”

not even a hello, how are you to start. great conversationalist, itoshi rin.

you turned your head to look at him, smiling when recognition took over your features. “hey, itoshi! didn’t think i’d meet you here!”

the giggle that went past your lips was the only reason he didn’t scowl when you didn’t call him rin.

“parties are not really my thing, but my friends convinced me to come.” you nodded, understanding. he blinked a couple of times, and said again, “you’re cold.”

you slightly flushed. “it’s just a bit chilly, but it’s not a big deal…”

but rin was already shrugging off his jacket, moving to be right in front of you as if to shield you from the wind. he handed the piece of clothing to you. “here.”

“oh… thank you,” you answered, bashful, taking the jacket and putting it on. 

last time he lent you one, he didn’t stay to see how you looked like. but at that moment, rin was sure there was nothing prettier than the sight of you in his clothes. he swallowed a nervous lump from his throat.

“so… why are you out here by yourself?”

“needed some air. i danced a lot and it was kind of stuffy in there.” you shrugged. then, fiddling with your fingers, you look straight into his eyes. “and maybe… maybe i was hoping someone would follow.”

someone. you had your eyes on someone. 

rin didn’t know what was worse: the stinging pain on his heart or the bitter taste left on his tongue. what he did know was that both felt like poison, one that would spread through his veins and consume him whole. and that he shouldn’t feel like this. because he hated you, after all. 

he must have made a terrible grimace, because you threw your hands in the air in exasperation. 

“for fucks sake.”

and then your lips were on his. 

it was just a fleeting moment — something way too quick and definitely not enough to sate the dormant hunger inside of him. in the blink of an eye, you were already back in your place, staring at him with doe-eyes and a hundred doubts written in them. 

rin freezed for a whole full minute with his mouth agape, until finally lunging forward to kiss you again. his right arm wrapped possessively around your waist to glue your bodies together, while his left hand found a place in your jaw, cradling your face as if you were some precious jewel. his lips were hungry on yours, and you gasped with the intensity, giving him the opportunity to shove his tongue inside your mouth. 

kissing you was exhilarating, like scoring the perfect goal or winning a championship. adrenaline ran high on his veins and his head was a little airy. and rin swore he never felt so alive. 

when you finally parted, you were both panting, chest heaving with every breath. rin rested his forehead against yours, directing both of his hands to your middle as if to look for grounding. 

“you still hate me, itoshi?” you asked in a whisper, mouth inches away from his but still not close enough. that dangerous gleam was still settled in your eyes, and he could swear you were the perfect definition of sinful every time you batted your eyelashes at him.

“call me rin.”

“okay,” you giggled lightly. “you still hate me, rin?”

he could feel his blood pulsing on his ears. “yeah,” he answered, way too breathless for an athlete of his caliber. 

and then, holding your waist tighter, “kiss me again.”

v.

“we should get coffee.”

rin’s words cut the silence as you were exiting the library yet again. you looked up to see his face staring straight ahead, expression unreadable as always, but the light redness on the tip of his ears told you all you needed to know. 

you decided to be a tease, as always. “hm… i don’t know, should we? you sure you want to spend even more time with someone you hate?”

he scowled like usual, but this time, there was a small pout on his lips. you thought he looked the cutest when he was like that, all shy and trying to maintain his stoic act. 

he grumbled something under his breath. 

“what was that?”

“i said,” he sneered, “i don’t hate you, stupid.”

you arched your brow. “you don’t?”

“do you think i would have kissed you if i did?” the smirk you give him is both charming and infuriating. rin would have said he hated it, but he was done pretending. 

“i don’t know, itoshi. you are kind of emotionally constipated.”

“shut up,” rin quipped. then, he snaked your waist with his right arm as you walked side by side, pulling you closer. “and didn’t i tell you to call me rin?”

there was just mischief in your eyes when you answered, “yeah, but i like to get on your nerves.”

the male scoffed, still in disbelief with your antics. 

“you’re a damn brat. i think you just want me to teach you my name tonight.”

rin could practically feel the heat on your face, and he smirked when he saw how red you were. god, you were so cute. 

“at least take me to dinner first before we hate-fuck,” you still managed to joke, despite the slight shakiness in your voice. he rolled his eyes, and pulled you to a stop by the arm. 

you both stood in the middle of campus, feeling the gentle caress of the breeze and listening to the birds chirping. it was a peaceful day, with the sun high up in the baby blue sky. rin thought there was no better time than at that moment. 

his hand traced your arm until it reached your own, and he squeezed your fingers in reassurance. 

“i don’t hate you,” he said again. “i just hate the way i don’t hate you. not even close. not even a little bit. not even at all.”

he watched your eyes light up and smile brighter than the sun, and he almost laughed at the disbelief in your voice. 

“did you just quote ‘ten things i hate about you’?”

it was his time to flush. a small shrug was all rin answered with — he didn’t want you to know he specifically chose this sentence because that was your favorite movie. not like it mattered when you were gleaming at him and making his heart leap on his chest. 

“well, then,” you squeezed his hand back, “let’s get coffee, rin.”

© 2023 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.

[popquizhot-shot]

Feel free to ignore this, but I saw you want Miguel requests soooo.

Platonic Miguel x teen spider reader. Preferably gn. And like, he sees his daughter in the reader or smth, idk how to explain it, but I think it would be cute to see it

ONGOSH THANK YOU I absolutely love this<33 I wrote this on my phone but Im honestly so hyped up I love father figure!miguel. I hope you don’t mind but I’m doing this in the form of headcanons.

Miguel O’Hara x teen!spider!Reader

-okay so your obviously one of the only people Miguel loves tolerates.

-your universe isn’t “home” to you, Miguel is. He’s like the father you never had and at first, the both of you absolutely detested one and other. In fact, Jessica was the one who convinced him to recruit you, way before Gwen or even Peter came into the picture.

-at first, he was stand-offish and a total dickhead to you, but slowly warmed up and began to humour you. He’d smirk at your horrible jokes and pretend to roll his eyes when you teased him.

-in fact, when you first laughed your ass off at one of his remarks, something in him knew that he’d do anything to protect you.

-he already lost one daughter, he wasn’t losing you.

-In all honesty, your relationship is very similar to Joel and Ellie from the Last of Us.

-you have inside jokes that even Lyla doesn’t understand, and she’s an AI.

-It takes all his strength to not snort when you make faces behind someone’s back, he knows you do it to make him laugh.

-he gives you tips on how to take care of yourself.

-a whole bottle of baby powder suddenly appears in your room in spider society. He says he knows nothing.

-lyla shows you the camera footage of him placing it on your bedside table.

-he’s close to tears when you specially make him empanadas. He’d been in a bad mood and when he went to his desk, there was a plate of empanadas with a post it note from you.

- “dont waste them I spent like two hoursmaking them for you”

-he scarfs them down of course.

-like all fathers, he can be strict sometimes, especially because you’re a kid. He doesn’t want you getting hurt. If you’re hurt he helps patch you up himself.

-“you fucking crazy? What were you thinking, trying to catch a car instead of dodging it?”

-your arguments are shushed by him shoving a spoon of soup into your mouth.

-“don’t waste it.” He says, “I spent some time making it while you were asleep.”

-he can’t pinpoint an exact moment from when he started seeing you as his daughter, but it’s probably from the time he got super protective around hobie.

-ain’t no kid coming near his daughter.

-almost snarls when hobie jokingly flirts with you.

-he subtly pushes hobie away when the guy walks behind you.

-you’re the only person other than lyla who can snark him and get away with it without an insult being jabbed at you.

-he’s hugged you a total of two times.

-the first was when you almost died, the second was when he almost died and you freaked out.

-you’d already lost your family, you could not lose him too.

“Miguel, get up.” You tearfully say to his sleeping form, “I can’t do this without you.”

-when he’d stirred, the first thing he saw was your shocked face and then you tackled him.

-he loves you. Like, a whole lot.

-he smiles at you when you walk around in his office, rambling about random stuff. He’s glad that you’re comfortable enough around him to stop masking your personality.

-his jokes are LAME. Like dad jokes are his jam and they’re just so bad.

-“why do sharks live in salt water? because pepper water makes them sneeze.” “Miguel PLEASE-”

-did I mention he’d probably die for you? Like fuck the universe(s) he’s not losing his baby daughter again.

-OOO IMAGINE THE BOTH OF YOU AS DRACULA AND MAVIS

-it’s weird but it’s funny.

-Gwen loses her shit when she sees you sitting next to him with your head on his shoulder.

[hazybisou]

STALKING IS ILLEGAL KID! | LUKE HUGHES

pairing: f!reader x luke hughes

overview: week 1: luke tries to get y/n to agree to go on a date with him (as if she doesn’t know who he is and the reputation he and the team holds throughout umich) despite her suspicions against the whole scenario.

o. i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. au masterlist

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she felt weird.

everywhere she went, there was always someone (or more) watching. y/n didn’t know why, she just simply chose to ignore it.

so as she made her way out of the library , she couldn’t help but notice a group of guys looking at her from a table in the corner. they turned their heads away as soon as she looked at them. she’s seen their faces around campus. she knew who they were. so why did she ignore them? simple. y/n knew better than to get involved with umich hockey team.

jess had told her about the people she should and shouldn’t be near. one of them including the whole team. it wasn’t anything bad but it was more of a “unless-you-want-to-deal-with-those-idiots-and-their-ways-i-suggest-you-stay-away” type of talk.

y/n couldn’t help but feel annoyed and roll her eyes. this has been going on for the past few days. one of them was always staring her down as she walked by. she was sick of it.

she stood there for a minute thinking of her next decision and if it would be wise and careful. “i’m sick of this shit so fuck it.” she whispered to herself.

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the four boys didn’t notice she had caught them. they were too engrossed in their own conversation (revolving around her obviously) to even look up. they had been coming up for a way for luke to ask her out or somewhat get to know her.

for the past 5 days, ever since the party, that’s all they’ve been doing. planning. scheming. plotting. whatever you wanna call it, it’s all they’ve doing.

“what if you like accidentally bump into her.” dylan suggested with a shrug. “it’s cliche but it could work.”

luke just shook his head. “no way is that happening.” he sighed. “this is pointless. we’ve ran out of ideas. i mean it’s already bad enough i agreed to doing this shit but-”

he got interrupted.

“can i help you?”

they four looked up to find the girl staring down at them.

“i’m sorry?” mark questioned.

“well considering the fact that you’ve been staring at me for a while now, you tell me.” she remarked.

luke cringed and closed his eyes as he realized they had all been caught. they didn’t mean to stare, really they hadn’t, but they did. maybe it was curiosity that got the best of them.

“oh we weren’t-”

she just laughed. “you weren’t what? looking? you know i’m starting to think you all have a problem with me or something.”

everyone somehow turned to look at luke for a second. he just gave them a look in return as to say ‘what?’.

“jess was right. you guys are weird.”

that had confirmed their assumptions. she was jess’s new roommate.

mackie asked, “you know jess?”

she nodded. “she’s my roommate. who has told me what i need to know.”

luke perked up at that statement. “what exactly has she told you?”

“wouldn’t you like to know?” dylan leaned over and said in a low voice so only luke could hear.

luke elbowed him in the rib. “shut the hell up.” he responsed in a whisper before turning back towards the girl.

“not much. just how you’re all self centered dickheads who think way too highly of themselves and need an ego check. you know, the small things.”

fucking jess.

mark turned to her. “do you believe her?”

“i’m starting too.” she said. she was about to turn around before pausing and looking back at them. “don’t let me catch you staring again. it’s creepy.” with that, she turned and walked off towards the entrance.

“bro, go talk to her.” mackie suggested as he gestured to the girl who was walking away.

luke quickly got up and began to jog over in order to catch up to her. he began to slow down as he was right behind her. “hey.”

she paused. “what do you want now?” she turned around and crossed her arms.

“i just wanted to um-i wanted to ask if-can i have your number?” luke got out.

y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the question. “yeah no. especially after what just happened back there.” she took a step. “and i don’t even know your name.”

you idiot. who asks for a girls number without giving them your name first?? she already thinks you’re weird.

is what luke thought to himself as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“it’s luke.”

“maybe next time, luke.”

and with that, she walked away.

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it was a thursday morning and y/n was out, shopping at a strip mall. she and jess had decided to look for new clothes for the spring that was to come in two months.

“hey jess, how about this?” y/n said as she held up a navy blue halter top that had a lace trim to her body.

she turned around to hoping to find jess.

she didn’t.

rather she were met with luke’s tall, lanky, figure.

“i think it looks great.” he responded, a hand in his pocket while the other was pointing to the top. “although i’m sure i’m not the person you were hoping to ask.”

“nooooo, really?” y/n said, sarcasm obviously laced in her voice.

luke smiled and nodded his head.

“where is jess?” she asked as she started to look around, hoping to get out of this situation.

“i don’t know. she saw me and waved and wondered off.” he shrugged.

“thanks, that was very helpful.”

“i know right. i’m such great help.”

“asshole.” she whispered to herself.

“what was that? i couldn’t quite hear you.” luke questioned as he leaned down to her height and put a hand behind his ear, signifying he was listening. she didn’t know why but she somehow found that attractive.

“nothing.” she quickly replied. luke had a smug look on his face. “move, i’m going to find jess.” she muttered as she pushed past luke and began to walk to a different aisle she thought (hoped) jess would be in.

luke stood there, dumbfounded, before he turned around and began to walk with her. “you know we should hang out. grab dinner, talk, get to know each other..” he trailed off and y/n just scoffed and turned around.

“why are you talking to me?” the girl suddenly inquired.

luke was taken aback.

“what?”

“why are you talking me?” she repeated. “i mean i don’t even know you, apart from the fact that your name is luke and you play for the school’s hockey team, but other than that, i don’t, i’m literally talking to a stranger right now.”

luke half smiled. “since when is talking to a pretty girl like yourself, illegal?”

she shouldn’t have blushed at that comment but she did any way. luke seemed to have noticed as he let out a small chuckle.

“that still didn’t answer my question.” she quipped back.

“well, i want to get to know you. i saw you one day and couldn’t help but think, ‘god, she’s beautiful’ so why not talk to you?”

y/n rolled her eyes. “you’re a weird dude, you know that?” he smiled sheepishly.

“i’m gonna go find jess.” she said. “hopefully the next time i see you, it’s when we’re out of college.” she told him as she walked away, a small sway in her hips.

luke stood there, a smile on his face before he turned around to exit the store.

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the next day, y/n was at work at a local diner across the street from campus. she had an afternoon shift from 5:30 pm to 10:00 pm. pop had asked her if she could close the diner which she had agreed to. so here she stood, bent over slightly, as she wiped down the booth table at the end of the aisle of booths.

the lyrics to an old song from the 70’s came form the jukebox on the opposite end of the diner and had reached their way to her ears. she had began to sing the lyrics quietly to herself.

there was only a couple, a regular who was a sweet old man named tom, and her co-worker, pop (also known as the owner of the diner) left. he was 52 years old and was still running the place. in y/n’s eyes, he’s a second father to her. he always took care of her and had great advice.

she suddenly heard the bell above the door ring, signaling someone had walked in. although closing time wasn’t until 10:00, she had decided to start getting the place ready for close up time by wiping the countertops and tables.

“sorry, we’re closed.” she announced to whoever had walked in, not even bothering to look up y the table.

“doesn’t seem like it to me.” an, oh, so familiar voice said.

y/n paused her movements as she looked up from where she was busy cleaning, to find the infamous luke hughes, standing at the entrance.

y/n put the rag over her shoulder and walked towards the counter, getting behind it to take luke’s order. “stalking is illegal ya know?” she stated. “no matter where i am, you’re always right behind me.”

luke just rolled his eyes and scoffed as he took a seat on the barstool closest to her. “i’m not stalking you.”

“then how’d you figure out where i work?” she responded as she closed the cashier.

“don’t worry about it.” he waved off.

y/n squinted at him. “you asked jess, didn’t you?”

“no.”

she gave him a raised eyebrow.

“maybe.”

y/n groaned and just grabbed her notepad she used to take orders. “well you’re here now, might as well take your order. what can i get for you?” she asked as she put on a fake smile.

“i’ll take two vanilla milkshakes, please.” luke said and she wrote his order down.

y/n looked up from notepad. “is that all?” she asked the boy. he nodded his head and y/n ripped the paper out. “i’ll be back with your shakes.”

she walked over towards the small window that looked into the kitchen. “order in pop!” she exclaimed as she slid the paper over to the man who took it and began to look at it.

“two vanilla milkshakes? for that lonely fella?” pop questioned as he looked over to luke who was looking around. “is he your boyfriend or somethin’?”

“i barely know the kid. we’ve only talked twice.” y/n said as she held up two fingers.

pop just shook his head and smiled. “he seems like a good kid.”

“i guess. you know he asked me out the other day?” pop raised his eyebrows in amusement. she laughed. “i don’t know. he just did.”

“and you said no?”

“well yeah. what am i supposed to say? you can’t know someone for two days and ask them out. that’s weird.” y/n stated. “and not very proper.”

“he probably likes you.” pop suggested.

“la la la la la la! no! don’t go there!” she told him as she pointed a finger at him. “no.”

he just laughed before he backed up slightly. “i’ll be back with your order.” he said. “for now..go talk to him.” y/n just shook her head.

she walked back to the counter and got to work. tom had paid already, but he had decided to stay for a little longer. she looked over and noticed he had begun to grab the newspaper and his bag. he got up and walked towards the counter. “i’ll see you tomorrow tom?”

“sadly, no. charlotte’s coming down from wisconsin for her birthday.” he replied back with a smile on his face at the mention of his granddaughter.

“oh tell her i said happy birthday.”

“i will. goodbye, y/n.” he waved towards the girl.

“bye tom!” y/n waved back as he left the building, the bell ringing.

she went back to the cashier as the couple came up to pay for their food. she handed them their cash before waving goodbye as they also exited, the bell ringing once again.

“so i was thinking,” luke started.

“i forgot you were still here.”

luke just shushed her. “as i was saying, i was thinking of heading to the beach tomorrow.” luke continued. “and i was wondering if you wanted to come with me? that way we can get to know each other.”

“luke seriously, what is it with you and trying to get me to go somewhere with you?” y/n stated.

“what? you don’t trust me?” luke asked.

“it’s not that i don’t trust you, which i don’t, it’s just that we’ve only known each other for two days and you already want to take me out when i don’t even know you.”

“well then this is your chance to get to know me better.” luke explained.

“you won’t give up till i say yes, will you?”

“mhm.”

“no.” she bluntly answered.

“oh, come on y/n! let me get to know you. learn more about you. you seem like a nice person. it’s obvious from the way you are with strangers and customers.” he whined.

“it’s called having manners.”

“please? just one time.”

“if i say yes to going, will you leave me alone?”

luke perked up at the question. “yes! i promise! you just say yes and i’ll leave you alone afterwards if you want me to.”

“promise?”

“promise. i’ll even lock pinkys with you.” he replied.

“okay.” y/n said.

“okay? as in you’ll go with me tomorrow?” he repeated.

she nodded. “okay, as in i’ll go with you tomorrow as long as you leave me alone later.”

a big smile appeared on luke’s face. “thank you! you’re the best.” he exclaimed before he got up and took his wallet out. he pulled out a twenty before placing it on the counter.

she grabbed it and held it up. “what the hell?”

“for the milkshakes.” he explained.

“oh.”

“okay i’ll uh, i’ll see you tomorrow.” he rushed out before he turned around and began to walk towards the door before he suddenly paused and turned around. “i need your number.”

“oh.” y/n muttered. “um, give me your phone.” she said as she stuck out her hand. he fished his phone out of his pocket before unlocking it and handing it to her. she opened his contacts and added a new contact before typing her number in. “here. text me which one, and at what time.”

“ok i will. bye!” he rushed out. “oh and by the way, you look cute in your uniform.” he told her before turning around and leaving the diner, a slight breeze making its way in.

y/n felt her face get hot and she couldn’t help but smile before it quickly disappeared, reminding herself to not get excited over a boy.

“order is served.” pop said as he placed two milkshakes on the windowsill.

“sorry pop, he just left. but at least he payed his debts.” y/n stated as she held up the twenty dollar bill before placing it back on the countertop.

pop just smiled. “free milkshake?” he said as he held on up towards her.

a smile crept up onto her face. “duh. let me just lock the door.”

so like this is probably the most i’ve ever written in general which is fun. this took me like 8 days to write and it honestly sucks BOOTY!! but like it’s 1 in the morning right now and i’m low on energy so it makes sense? i think. also next chapter is js gonna be the beach “date”?? and some other stuff so be prepared for that. now i will be going to sleep bc i have to deal with children tmrw morning starting at 8:30. (why did i agree to helping out with summer school?? i don’t even know y) goodnight lovelies 🫶🫶

[kissitbttr]

Okay so like hear me out for Frat!Miguel ideas. Movie night at the frat house, very lowkey setting a few drinks maybe some people had an edible… But muñeca and Gloria being all cuddly, as best friends are. The two of the just in their own worlds watching the movie while cuddling and Miguel and Beck are in the corner just sad and jealous from lack of attention.

i am so happy at the fact that you are realizing that gloria and muñeca are basically each other’s soulmates, they do love each other more than their bfs🤍🤍🤍🤍

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“I hear that strawberries are better fruits for your digestive systems”

“No shit, really?! I thought papayas were good!”

“That’s what i thought! But nopes, it’s all the berries babes!”

Miguel and Beck are sitting by the kitchen counter. wearing the same expression of disbelief as they stare at two of their girlfriends cuddled up in the sofa gossiping about —fruits? While others are busy with their own chatters and rolling blunts.

The girls aren’t even paying attention to the two boys who keep on staring at them. It’s like they’re just living in their own little world. Just simply talking about God knows what, fiddling with each other hands and laughing while they get high on edibles,

It’s like watching two women flirting with each other.

“no me gusta esto” Miguel grumbles, arms crossing over his chest as he slumps against the back cushion. Watching how his girl gets all lovey dovey and giggly with Gloria. “This is not how it’s supposed to go”

“Can’t believe that we are right here, yet they chose to get busy with each other!” Beck remarks in disbelief, shaking his head, “how many edibles did they take anyway?”

“Not counting but a lot” Miguel scoffs, eyes burning holes on Gloria’s side profile who’s staring at Muñeca with a hazy look on her eyes,

Beck notices, nudging him on the side. “Are you planning to kill my girl?”

“No. But i will continue to glare at her if she doesn’t take her eyes off my girl!”

“She’s basically doing the same thing! We’re victims here!”

“Holy fuck, you’re right” Miguel exhales a deep breath, leg bobbing up and down out of frustration. “Jesus—Are they eye fucking each other?!”

“Oh god please don’t make me imagine that. I can’t lose Gloria yet”

“So am i! I got fucking boys from class that i had to get off her back and i got to compete with girls too?!”

Never been so frustrated in his life before. Miguel throws a hard glare at the two of them, and it irks him just a little bit more when he sees muñeca running her fingers through Gloria’s hair. Pair of her eyes staring intently into hers,

“I had this huge crush on Kevin Levin on Ben 10, he’s like really hot—Had a shrine of him when i was twelve” she mentions, playing with the ends of Gloria’s dark hair

“Oh god, baby me too!” Gloria gasps excitedly, hands clutching onto muñeca’s as her eyes grow wide. “What about Danny Phantom?!” Muñeca simply squeals at the mention of his name, continuing to be bashful about her second childhood crush,

Beck and Miguel simply could not believe it! Are they actually ignoring their own boyfriends? To talk about weird cartoon crushes they had when they were young?!

Unacceptable!

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Miguel mutters harshly, hands going through his hair and groan. “Kingsley! You go in there and get your girl! I need my time alone with mine!”

“I did try! She didn’t want me to! Told me to piss off without even looking at me! How about you get your girl?!”

“And make her mad?! No thanks” Miguel refuses, his scowl only increases when he sees Gloria kisses muñeca’s cheek. Leaving a sheer mark of her lipgloss making both girls giggle. “Oh my god—you know what?!”

And before even Miguel finishes, he marches over the two of them with a pout and an upset frown. Trying his best to not look like a jealous man,

“Miggy! Hi, baby!” Muñeca’s eyes lighting up when she sees her boyfriend standing close, the delt of his muscles flexes a bit when he put his hands on hips. “Me and Gloria were just talking about making pot brownies! Well—she did. I, for one prefer strawberry blondies”

“Nooo, chocolates are better! Tell her, O’hara!” Gloria giggles, poking the dimple on Muñeca’s cheek,

Miguel rolls his eyes, not seeing any humor what’s sitting in front of him. “Not telling her shit—now quit hogging my girlfriend and go to your man”

“What? Jealous?” Gloria wiggles her eyebrows, laughing a little as muñeca snorts. “You have her everyday! I want to cuddle with my baby too”

“She’s not your baby. She’s my baby” Miguel corrects, staring down at Gloria who’s pouting. “You had her for an hour, it’s my turn!”

“Miggy, you can just cuddle with Beck!” His girlfriend suggests with a grin, as if its the most obvious thing. “That way, the girlfriends and boyfriends could be close with each other as well! Am i right?” Muñeca snuggles against Gloria’s neck,

“You’re crazy! I am not cuddling with Beck!” Miguel’s eyes hold a shocking expression, “Why are you suddenly not interested in your own boyfriend?!”

“Because you just want to cuddle with me so you can play with my boobies” Muñeca pouts, face looking like she’s actually heartbroken,

“Of course i do! i love your boobies! Obsessed even! Who doesn’t love your boobies?! Wait—don’t answer that” Miguel backtracks, “Beck doesn’t have boobies. They’re not as comfy as yours!”

“Jeez! Opposed to my chest that much, O’Hara?” Beck chimes in from behind with a smirk

“Cállate, Kingsley!”

[elliewilliamsismommy]

you’re like a dream

pairing: dealer!ellie x fem reader

*college!au*

also… i feel like people portray dealer!ellie as a stone cold meany, but i took a different approach with this one ;) hope you guys still like it.

a/n: okay this is actually the worst thing i’ve ever written but it’s been in the drafts for too long and i need it away from me so here you go i guess. i was gonna add smut but i physically cannot do it right now so i’m open to doing a part two filled with filth but this is it for now. let me know :)

content warnings: weed, kissing, toxic/cheating ex, alcohol, college party?… i think that’s it. pretty tame.

as you stood in the middle of the crowded living room, solo cup filled with whatever liquor dina decided to give you, music blaring so loudly that you couldn’t even hear your own thoughts, lights so low that you could barely see 5 feet in front of you, and the smell - god, the smell - you wondered: how in the hell did i get here?

and the answer was dina. fucking dina. always dragging you to parties that you didn’t belong at. however, this one felt different than all the others that you had been to. your ex girlfriend, of whom you despised with all your heart, got cheated on by her new girl of the week. and that - that was something to celebrate. you danced all night to the mediocre music, stopping occasionally to refill your drink, and smiling for the first time in forever. it felt like you could finally exhale. it was weird how happy you were that your bitch of an ex got what she deserved.

you took a sip of your drink and noticed that it was nearly empty, so you left the rioting living room to get your next refill. you waltzed to the kitchen, stumbling occasionally from the alcohol in your system, and filled your cup with whatever was closest. you quickly realized that you were drenched in sweat from dancing amongst the crowd, so you stomped up the stairs, hoping to find a quiet room to relax in and drink alone.

“oh my gosh! y/n?” you heard from a familiar voice behind you. your ex girlfriend, cat.

“what the hell do you want, cat? go back to your bitch. oh, wait…” you snapped, rolling your eyes and innocently trailing off as your pretended to forget what happened with her and her partner.

“what’s with the hostility? i miss you.” she exclaimed, clearly drunk or high or a mix of both.

“i’m sure you do.” you replied. quickly, she hopped in front of you and blocked your way up the stairs.

“move, i cant deal with this right now” you demanded.

“make me” cat replied, “let’s have a quick chat. i just want you to hear me out.”

not allowing you to answer, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an empty bedroom.

“what the f-“ you started before she connected her lips with yours. she kissed you roughly with her chapped lips. she quickly grabbed your ass in attempt to get you to kiss her back, forcing her tongue into your mouth. suddenly, you were catapulted back to months ago when you walked in on her with her whore. a tear ran down your cheek, remembering the state you were in at that time in your life. you threw her off of you at the first chance you could get.

“what the hell was that? get off of me, you bitch!” you yelled at her, delivering a slap across her face. she gasped, holding her face. it was difficult to ignore the sting in your hand, but you couldn’t show any weakness, especially not in front of her.

“everything okay in here?” you heard an angry voice and turned to see someone standing in the doorway of the sliding door, which led to a deck outside of the room.

“yes, everything is fine. just some good ole lovers quarrel” cat passive aggressively stated, still clutching her cheek. you gave the girl a pleading look, one that showed that everything was definitely not fine.

“get the fuck out!” you shouted at cat.

“fine, fine. if you change your mind, i’ll be downstairs” she slyly remarked with a wink as she left the room and closed the door behind her.

you turned to the girl who was still standing in the doorway of the slider. she took a step forward, allowing you to get a better look at her. she had gorgeous auburn hair and freckles sprinkled across her cheeks. her hair was pulled halfway up, and she wore a windbreaker, jeans that revealed her built figure, and an old pair of converse that were extremely worn. she held a joint in between her pointer and middle fingers, taking a hit and allowing the smoke to disappear into the air. she was astonishingly pretty.

“sorry about that. i didn’t know you were in here. i can go…” you explained.

“looks like your having a bit of a rough night. want something to take the edge off?” she asked.

“what do you have?”

she pulled out a canister of joints from her pocket, her veiny hands grasping onto the box.

“yeah, sure. how much?” you questioned.

“free, for you.”

“no shit! cmon that’s not fair to you” you remarked.

“anything for a pretty girl like you who’s having a shitty night. wanna share mine? you can save these for later.” she explained as she handed you the canister, your hands brushing for only a second, but long enough to sober you up from the alcohol that had been traveling through your system for the past few hours.

she gestured for you to join her outside on the deck. you followed her and sat next to her, both of your feet dangling off the ledge. the moonlight shone on her face, and her eyes sparkled as the clouds revealed the night sky. she handed you her joint and you put it to your lips. she took out her lighter and lit the tip. you took a deep inhale, enjoying the release that you felt go through your body.

“what’s your name?” you asked.

“i’m ellie. you’re y/n, right?”

“yeah, that’s me. how’d you know my name?”

“dina buys weed from me. she talks about you all the time. it’s cool to meet you. you’re kinda famous, you know.”

you immediately realized who ellie was when she mentioned that she deals to dina, who had previously described her to you as a crazy drug addict with the best shit in town. however, ellie didn’t seem like how dina had said she was. as you looked into her eyes, into her, you saw an innocent girl, you saw yourself.

“you have really pretty eyes, ellie,” you pointed out, regretting it instantly.

she looked down at her hands, twiddling her thumbs. was she nervous about something? the two of you sat in silence for a little bit, passing the joint back and forth, enjoying the cool breeze and the scent of the woods.

“you okay?” you asked.

“yeah, i’m just surprised. i never saw you as the stoner type. i’ve seen you around a lot and you never really seemed that way. i always wanted to talk to you, but never did.”

“well, why didn’t you?”

“i dunno.”

another beat or two of silence passed, more comfortable than the past few.

“what was that whole thing about earlier?” she wondered, breaking the silence. you took a long hit of the joint, contemplating whether or not to tell this stranger about your love life. as the smoke left your lungs, your worries began to dissipate. you felt like you could trust her. you wanted to.

“that was my ex girlfriend, cat. she cheated on me a few months ago and i’ve been hung up over it since. this past week, her new girlfriend cheated on her, so i guess karma finally but her in the ass. she was trying to get back with me. she seemed pretty wasted, i doubt she’ll even remember it tomorrow.”

“damn. sounds like you’re better off without her. i never even knew you liked girls.” she stated nervously.

“yeah, i mean, i’ve never even been with a man. how about you?” you laughed.

“me neither. women are way better. men are assholes, and dicks are weird. they’re all veiny and there’s so much skin and it’s just a lot.”

you laughed at ellie’s disgusted face while she talked about the male anatomy.

“is talking about dicks your weird way of flirting with me, ellie?”

[boredandwiredkitty]

In honor of kinktober I wanted to post some little drabbles I made. Featuring my favorite mech in some of my favorite kinks. So here ya go even though no one asked.

I apologize if it's written weird as this is my first tf smut.

TFP Wheeljack x reader

Reader is human, AFAB f!Reader

Warnings: Mild Breading kink, size kink, marking, 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI!

Living with wheeljack was everything you had ever hoped for. It had many perks that would take too long to list. But you soon noticed it also had came with some drawbacks.

Since you started to accept and embrace your feelings for the wild wrecker. Some things were hard to ignore. Like the growing ever present desire you also harbored for him. Though that was something you wanted to put a tight lid on. You were too embarrassed to let him know you had it down BAD for him. Your Relationship had started as good friends. Which slowly blossomed to something much more. And while you both shared an intimacy with eachother unlike with anyone else. You still haven't crossed that line.

There wasn't much privacy in his ship. So trying to seek release for your pent up feelings was rather impossible. You would feel mortified if he caught you doing that. So whenever the urge to jump him passes over you. You would just grit and bear it with a smile. Though this proved difficult when your dreams let you get a taste of what you sinfully craved.

So many times you've dreamt of him fucking you into his berth. Stretched tight over his large girthy spike while he hit all your sweet spots. You would arch your back while crying his name as you chased ectacy. Many times over.

What you didn't know was that your mech was also holding back for your sake. While you both were considered conjux endura. He wanted to wait till you were ready. You were much smaller than he was. So he could only worry for his little conjux. Even if he was a smaller mech compared to the rest of team prime. He towered over you. Not to mention he was quite well endowed. He knows what he has and knows how to use it. But he didn't want to pressure you or worse. He would get eaten alive by guilt if you were injured because of him. But he couldn't help himself for laying it on thick. Amping up his usual cheeky one liners and teasing flirty remarks.

What you also didn't know was he was aware of your nightly dream adventures. The way your thighs rubbed together and soft moans would escape past your lips while you slept. How you would wake up clinging to him. Then try to act discreet while going to go change your soaked underwear. He wasn't stupid and quickly figured out what was going on but never pressed. He wanted you to tell him when you were ready.

You noticed as he would gaze at you with warm optics. There was something much more intense behind them. There were a few times where while you were sitting in his lap flirting back and forth. You heard him grip the controls so tightly it would creak under the strain. You would turn to look at his servos quizzitively while he released the abused controls when he realized what he's done. He would roll his shoulder joints and try to play it off like it was nothing.

But today was different. You were having your usual playful banter when you made an exceptionally lewd remark. You both were out on a drive. Sun was reflecting off of dry desert sand. It's orangy hues flying past the window you occasionally looked out of while you talked to wheeljack. Idly listening to some music over his speakers.

A sexual innuendo filled song started to play and you let out a huff. Normally you wouldn't mind but as of late... "Please change it. I already dealing with enough sexual tension. I don't need another to make me beg for you to frag me into your berth." Your eyes went wide. It was too late to take back the words you unconsciously blurted out.

You were about to apologize and take it all back when wheeljack revved loudly in response. "How badly do ya want it?" There was an unmistakable edge in his voice.

You pressed your thighs together as your heart started to race. The huskiness of his voice heating your body. Shyly averting your gaze to your feet you murmured out, " more than I can take."

Whatever task you both were previously on was forgotten the moment you uttered those words. You weren't ready when you were thrown forward. His seatbelt preventing you from slamming face first into the dash. "What the hell?!" You barked out as he whipped around and took off in the opposite direction.

"Sorry babe. I can't take it. You'd be lucky if we made it back to the jackhammer before I have ya takin my spike." His voice growled through his cabin over his speakers. Your poor heart skipped a beat as heat pooled between your thighs. Oh... OH. It was happening. It was finally happening. Your heart wouldn't stop racing as you filled with nervous anticipation.

You watched as his speedometer climbed. He was just as eager as you were. You squirmed and practically bounced in his seat. Hardly containing the desire to start stripping right there in his cab for him. You could feel heat radiating from him. The growing warmth making you restless as he arrived back at the jackhammer in record time. Not wasting any time as you practically jumped out, Before he could even fully stop you had undid the seatbelt and was moving to open the door. Usually you waited for him to do it for you. But this time you couldn't wait any longer.

The moment he transformed he scooped you up. Crushing his mouth against yours in a firery passionate kiss. Him stumbling in blindly till he bumped into his berth. He was going to have you. And he was going to have you now.

Your skin heated while your heart drummed loudly in your chest. Soft plush lips melding perfectly together with his metal ones.

Chancing a taste your tongue slipped out to find his. His servo further tangling into your hair. Feverishly grasping you. Any space between your bodies was too much. He needed you just as badly as you ached for him.

Rolling your hips against his you tried to calm the ache between your thighs. Moaning into the kiss as a servo slipped lower to press into the soft flesh of your ass.

Breaking away from the kiss to catch your breath your eyes flicked up to look into his optics.

They burned brightly for you. Filled with repressed charged energy just begging to be released. He burned so hot for you. Every circuit begging to tear your clothes from your soft supple body and ravage you. Waiting to hear you cry his name in ectacy while he would fill you to the brim.

He needed this. He needed you. Just as bad as you needed him.

He helped you pull your shirt over your head and discard it. Thankful you didn't bother with a bra today. Watching your tits bounce earlier with the seatbelt wedged between the soft flesh while he drove was delightful torture.

The way your cute ass squirmed in his seat as you obviously battled your arousal was almost too much. He had just barely held himself together to not fuck you into the ground right then and there on the side of the road.

But as much as he was eager he wanted to savor this. To take his time and really enjoy this moment. To fully expose yourselves to eachother. He wanted to last. To watch every expression. To hear every gasp and moan. To feel every pulse of hot pleasure. To ingrain every small detail into his processor. He wanted to mark your skin. A deep carnal desire to protect you and show what he had claimed as his. Daring anyone who dared to touch you.

You. Were. His.

The scent of arousal filling the air as he helped you free yourself of your shorts in his lap. Luminescent optics taking in every naked detail as you were fully disrobed in his lap. The soft lighting of his ship illuminating your features. Your glistening eyes lidded and cheeks flushed. Lips parted in anticipation. The soft rise and fall of your chest. He wanted to touch it all. Hungry servos explored your body. Cupping your supple breasts to firmly squeezing your bare thighs. He could feel your slick arousal dripping onto his modesty plating.

A gentle servo shifted to explore the area. As it came into contact with your wet plush folds you arched your back with a gasp. Drinking in your reaction he explored further. He pressed his finger against your entrance. Your arousal coating his finger as he slowly pushed it inside. You couldn't hold back the string of moans at his pleasureable exploration. He was practically fully pressurized behind his panel as your velvety walls perfectly molded around his digit. His spike just begging to feel those same warm slick walls molding around it. To feel you throb and writhe around him.

"Tell me what ya want. And I'll give it to ya." His deep voice rumbled in your ear. It dropped in an octave lower than normal that sent tingles up and down your spine, while more heat pooled in your abdomin. Your hips twitched in his lap. Your voice came out breathy as you begged him to fuck you senseless. Him slowly fingering you had you begging for more. The sounds of him slowly teasing you with his fingers inside your wet heat was sinfully erotic. Watching you made him come undone. Charge starting to build in his circuits.

He gently lifted you up and plunged back into a brusing kiss while the panels shifted away to let himself fully pressurize. You protested as he removed his fingers and used your slick to coat his spike. Even while slightly mass displaced he was huge compared to you.

Hearing panels shifting you moved away to look down to see his throbbing spike. Entrapped by all the different seams and ridges you wanted to explore more of the appendage. The biolights along the shaft giving off an ethereal glow.

You kneeled between his thighs as you swiped some of the fluids dripping your own slickened thighs and wrapped two hands around the hot metal. Letting your hands move from tip to base as you explored every inch of him. You could hear the creak of strained metal when he gripped the berth tightly at your teasing explorations. Hot vents coming out in quicker bursts and cooling systems kicking on.

Watching entrapped as lubricant started to bead at the tip. You delicately brought your tongue out to taste the viscous fluid. The groan he let out was music to your ears and only encouraged you further to try to suck on as much as you could fit in your mouth. You chanced a glance up to watch his expression. His lips parted as he desperately tried to cool his heated systems down. His hips twitching slightly with every suck.

"Frag babe you're killing me here." He hissed out, gripping the berth tighter. Any more and he might overload right there. His hips twitched and backstruts arched when you gave a few more good sucks before releasing him with a pop. Watching as a string of saliva stretched from your bottom lip to his weeping tip.

With a primal growl he lifted you up and softly dropped you on the berth. Pulling your hips close to the edge of where he stood.

He wasn't going to wait any longer to have you. His berth creaked with the change of weight distribution as he rubbed his spike against your dripping velvety folds. Teasingly pressing the tip if his spike against your opening. Coating it in your slick as he watched you try to buck and grind your hips against him. Hearing your soft moans as you tried to seek relief.

"Come on. Be a good girl and tell me what ya really want." He purred, slowly dragging the length of his spike against your over sensitive clit with a wet squelch.

"That's not fair!" You protested with a loud breathy whine. "I already told you!"

A deep sultry chuckle rumbled from him ad he watched the desperation build in your eyes. "I wanna hear you say it again."

You bit your lips as your eyes watered. The tension you felt was almost painful. You were desperate to feel him inside. "Jackie please!" You pleaded, "fuck me till I can't stand."

With no further explanation needed he pressed his spike past your plush folds. The immediate feeling of fullness as he slowly sunk into you till you bottomed out had you arching your back with a cry.

He couldn't hold back a moan as he felt your walls perfectly mold around his spike. The light fluttering almost sending him over the edge. Almost his entire length was hilted inside you before it seemed like you couldn't take much more. But it was perfect for him. It was taking everything he had not to start pounding into you. But you needed to adjust. He watched you carefully with gritted dentae making sure you weren't hurt. Waiting till you were ready before fucking your brains out. As he made sure you were ok he watched as his spike made a bulge in your belly. Your body adjusting to take his large size made him throb at the erotic sight. He couldn't get over how perfect you were in that moment. Your smaller body making room just for him. He wanted to fuck you senseless. To prove to everyone you were claimed. He pulled out halfway to thrust back into you. Plunging himself as deep as he could. The usual idle sounds of the jackhammer was being drowned out by your moans and the wet sounds of metal against skin.

Bent over your smaller form his lips met yours in a ravenous kiss while he set a brutal pace. You saw stars as he pounded into you. Your hands clawing at the berth, moving to the plating of his arms, then to his chassis. Desperately trying to find something to grip onto you as he made a mess of your drenched pussy.

One of his servos gripped your hips tightly. While the other tightly tangled in the hair at the base of your scalp. You were sure you would have little bruises where his fingers pressed into your tender flesh. But you couldn't be bothered. You wanted him to mark you. To leave the memory of your love on your skin. He released your swollen lips to nip at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Peppering the sensitive area with kisses and love bites while his hips snapped up against yours. "Ya like that don't ya." He murmured in your ear as he adjusted you. Spreading your legs wider while rolling his hips into yours making his spike grind against all the right places. You could only let out a low needy whine in response. Mind too hazy to form a coherent sentence at the blind pleasure that coursed through every nerve.

He trailed his glossia apologetically over the fresh marks that he made. Watching you intensely as building charge ran over his super heated frame. He was so close, and by the way your head was tossed back. Mouth open as cries and moans tumbled past your lips he could tell you were also at your limit. That fire in your veins building as you neared your climax. Every thrust bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Are you ready babe? I want you to take every last bit of the load I'm about to fill you with." His voice rumbled through you and shot straight to your core. His thrusts getting more sloppy and uncoordinated.

"Ahn Jackie i- i-.." you cried out as your orgasm crashed over you. Your body shaking and eyes watering at the intensity that raced through your whole body. Your walls clamping around him and drawing him even further inside. "Primus babe-!" He let out a strangled groan. His hips feverishly snapping into yours as his spike pulsed and throbbed. Pumping hot thick ropes of transfluid into your pulsing channel.

He stayed hilted, giving a few shallow thrusts as you milked his throbbing spike of all that it could give. Your belly even rounder as you took the full amount of his overload.

He held you close. Pulling you on top while still wrapped around his spike. Murmuring how well you took him and his load as he rubbed your back. A thick knot at the base of his spike keeping all the fluids locked inside of you.

The overwhelming fullness coupled with the intensity of your orgasm had you spent. Sleepily you rested against him as he kept you nestled in his embrace. Looking up into his shining optics that overflowed with different warm emotions.

"Ya did great babe. You were amazing." He spoke gently as he brushed some of your hair out of your eyes.

You smiled and gave a small giddy laugh before you sighed content. "Not as amazing as you."

He gave you a soft smile as you started to drift off asleep while resting against his chassis. This could definitely be your new normal.

[themidnightcrimson]

Present—w. maximoff

summary: in which wanda wants to give you your birthday present at your party.

warnings: top!wanda, fingering, cumstrap, slight voyeurism, lots of groping, wanda being horny and feral, tony stark is our father

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

Your father was addicted to showcasing. His new iron suits, each time they were thoroughly assembled and polished, were showcased in glass cases throughout the mansion. Each time his AI helpers (more like nannies for adult men) learned a new skill that he precariously programmed into them, he would drag the whole team down just to watch. And when it was his daughter’s birthday, he had a mission to showcase you to everyone he knew.

Your living room was filled with people you had never even met before. Tony had friends from all over the world and in every subculture of science and technology and millionaires. He’d been introducing you to everyone ever since you were a toddler on his hip, but there were just too many to remember.

An array of “Look how much you’ve grown!” even though you’ve been able to legally vote for years and are a fully formed, fully functioning adult, goaded you to leave your father’s side and head towards the bar. It was like you were only known as Tony’s daughter and not as a valid and serious member on the Avenger team.

Your short black dress did nothing to exacerbate people’s childish views of you, and it certainly left nothing to the eye as you rest your elbows on the bar top, leaning over slightly at the waist and waiting for the bartender to finish making a drink for a few people down the row.

With your eyes incrementing across every bottle in the row of liquor displayed behind the bar, you didn’t see or hear someone come up behind you. In fact, before you could catch a head of red hair sneaking behind you in the mirror that walled the bar, you felt a hand embrace one cheek of your ass, an upper body pressing hard against you to keep you still so that the hand could squeeze your flesh bruisingly hard.

Gasping at the flash of heat that embroidered your skin with their touch, your preliminary worries of being faced with one of Tony’s weird old friends faded away simply from your body recognizing who that hand belonged to. You straightened, hearing a feminine voice hum into your ear, and that was when your eyes focused on the woman through the mirror.

“Wanda,” you whispered, shimmying your way out of her grip, though her hand was insistent to stay locked on your ass.

She gave you no room between her body and the bar as you carefully turned around, and in fact, she took a step closer, conclusively trapping you and giving you no space to breathe.

Your friendship with Wanda had spanned a number of years, ever since she joined the team, but the new spark between you was fresh and exhilarating. It was only a few weeks ago that she approached you rather aggressively, and between several makeout sessions and a few rendezvous of fucking, she seemed to be rather obsessed with you. Luckily, she was beautiful and persuasive, keeping you just as hooked as she was.

You gave her a reprimanding yet gentle slap on her shoulder, trying your hardest to ignore her deep red suit and an off-centered wrinkle in her pants. “You can’t just come up and grab my ass in front of everyone—an in front of my dad!”

“He’s clueless,” Wanda whispered, her deep pink lips crawling into a smirk as she nodded towards where Tony was standing across the room, not even having to look at him to check his head. He was, indeed, blabbering to some woman, most likely showcasing some feat of his to her. “And you…” Wanda continued, her thick eyelashes fanning downwards as her gaze followed in that direction. She grabbed your hips and swung you closer to her. “You shouldn’t be wearing that.”

Her green eyes met yours again with a sultry look that plucked whatever remark you had loaded right out of your mouth. Rolling your eyes coyly, you moved away from her hold.

“I’m starting to think you’re just a teenage boy hiding in a grown woman’s body,” you joked, finally getting the bartender’s attention and ordering a drink while Wanda sat down on the barstool near you, ordering herself one too.

“You don’t appreciate the extra attention on your special day?” she asked as you hesitantly sat next to her, originally considering sitting a seat away so that she couldn’t reach you with her grabby hands.

“It’s not a special day,” you huffed as you crossed your legs, pulling the end of your short dress down to cover your thighs, but you caught Wanda already looking.

“Sure it is,” she enthusiastically said as your drinks were set in front of you. “It’s the day the most beautiful girl in the world was born.” She tilted her head and smirked, but there was an aching twinkle in her eye that proved her words were more than true.

“Shut up,” you dismissed her as you took a sip, but it was only because your cheeks were tingeing pink.

“Hey,” she quipped, reaching forward and placing her hand dangerously north on your thigh. Her fingertips landed right under the fabric of your dress, and it took everything in Wanda’s will to not glide her hand straight upwards. “Really, I’m serious. It’s your birthday, and I want to celebrate it.”

“We are celebrating,” you lulled, gesturing to the room filled with people and balloons and music. “This is a celebration!”

Wanda rolled her eyes and scooched closer to you, tilting her head and seductively whispering, “I have a present for you.”

Her grip on your thigh tightened, and you watched her tongue playfully line her top row of teeth before her lips broke into a devilish smile—she had something planned. You could hardly start to guess what her plans were because she was letting her hand slip farther up. She let one of her fingers press down on your flesh, targeting a bruise under the thin fabric that reminded you of your night with her a few nights ago. The bruise was still there on your thigh, and Wanda knew exactly where it was, and she was trying to tell you in your mind that she wanted more.

Before the message could fully conceptualize, someone suddenly stepped between the two of you. Wanda gasped and snatched her hand away, nearly falling off the stool as your father seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“Dad—” you gasped, suddenly sitting up straight and feeling awkward tension fill all the space in your lungs.

“Ladies,” he greeted, leaning up on his toes and looking between the two of you with a firm smile. You looked at Wanda past Tony and saw the terrified look on her face as Tony’s stare landed on her. He looked her up and down for a moment before snappily remarking, “So Wanda, tell me more about that terrorist group you were in. I am just so interested—”

“Dad!” you exclaimed, and he looked back at you innocently. You widened your eyes to tell him to fuck off, seeing Wanda grow more and more uncomfortable and guilty by the second.

“What? No anti-freedom organization talk? You guys are such party poopers.” The sarcasm in his voice was evident as he snatched your drink out of your hand and took a drink from it, taking a few slow steps backwards, his eyes trained on Wanda. The speed with which he backed away was so slow that it was a good ten seconds before he was finally out of proximity, rhythmically whispering a quick, “Don’t grope my daughter in front of me if you know what’s good for you,” before turning and speedwalking away with your drink still in his hand.

You let out the breath you were holding as Wanda only chuckled, knowing that Tony did approve of her but was nonetheless a protective albeit invasive father.

“You were saying?” you sighed, feeling aggravated at Tony’s need to insert himself in every situation with Wanda. A week ago, he tried to implement a three-feet distance rule between the both of you at dinners and meetings.

“Well,” Wanda chuckled, recovering from the awkwardness that Tony brought. It still didn’t kill her vibe apparently, because she smirked at you again and said, “I’m wondering if you want to see your present.”

“Okay…” you began, noticing that she wasn’t holding any box or bag. “Where is it?”

“It’s in your room.”

You paused, confused. You’d lived in the Avengers compound for a few years now, and surely Wanda wasn’t wanting to drag you all the way to the compound just to show you her present for you. “Wait, my room here?”

Wanda nodded and smiled deviously. “Come on.” Standing up, she grabbed your hand and tugged you off your seat, leaving you no choice but to scramble to catch your balance as she started dragging you up the stairs.

“Why did you put it in my teenager bedroom?” you questioned on the way up the stairs. “Did you go into my room when you first got here? Why couldn’t you just put it on the table with all the other ones? If it’s a ring for you to propose to me with, I’m telling you right now it’s gonna be a no.”

Opening the door to your room, Wanda placed her hand on your back and guided you in first. You looked around at the room you lived in as a teenager. The purple walls and boy band posters were so far gone from your current tastes that the sight made you wonder if you were ever sane in your teenagerhood. You heard the door close behind you which reminded you to search for a present, but the room looked completely normal with no present in sight. As you opened your mouth to ask what was going on, you felt Wanda press against your back.

Your breath stifled as Wanda’s hands rested on your waist and slid up your sides, traversing to your upper arms until they were resting on your shoulders, her fingers nestled under the thin straps of your dress.

Wanda’s lips came close to your ear, her warm breath fanning over the expanse of your neck as she whispered huskily, “Are you ready for your birthday present, babygirl?”

Unsure of what exactly she was referring to as your present, you nodded anyway, her voice putting you under her trance. Her hands slipped farther under the straps of fabric on your shoulders and held them, slowly pulling them apart so that she could let them slide down your shoulders. Pressing closer to you, she reached down to the already low neckline of your dress and pulled it down further until your bare breasts were out, her hands immediately cupping them as she moaned behind you.

“So soft,” Wanda whispered, consuming your neck with hungry kisses and setting your body ablaze with the way she groped and fondled your tits, her thumbs pressing over your hardening nipples as she massaged the tender flesh.

“Wanda,” you gasped, turning your head to the side so that she could access more of your neck to sloppily kiss, and you gasped softly when her teeth sunk into your skin a few times.

“Baby,” she groaned, pressing herself even closer against you. When she dug her hips right against your ass, your eyes, which had remained closed as you endured her gentle touches on your body, popped open as you felt something hard pressing against your ass from under the fabric of Wanda’s pants.

A warm shiver bloomed throughout your body as Wanda grunted and dug her crotch against you, her hands on your chest keeping you still. You now began to realize what your birthday present was as Wanda started moving you towards the bed. Shuffling towards it, your thighs hit the mattress and Wanda immediately pushed you over at the waist, your face hitting the sheets as a pair of hands groped your ass.

“I know how much you like to be fucked like a dirty slut,” Wanda’s labored voice spoke as she kneaded the flesh on your ass, keeping her groin right against the back of your thigh. “Are you?” She slowly peeled the fabric of your dress over your ass between her words, settling the end of your dress at your hips and leaving your behind completely bare. “My dirty slut?”

She punctuated her question with a slap to your cheek, and you squeaked and jumped forward, more warmth developing in the pit of your stomach. “Y-yes,” you bashfully admitted, earning a hum of approval from Wanda as she entertained herself with your ass.

“Good girl, you are my dirty slut,” she spoke as her hand roamed down to your thin panties, pushing them aside so that she could suddenly cup your slit, groaning as she felt how soaked you were. “Already so wet for me.” She swam her fingers through your folds, every movement earning a soft gasp from your lips.

She dragged her fingers down to your clit, finding it instantly and rubbing it for a moment before she slid her hand back up until she found your entrance, slipping two fingers in without warning.

Your hands grabbed at the sheets as you felt Wanda’s fingers explore you, your face pressed against the mattress as you reeled at the helpless position you were in which only added to the moisture that Wanda was exploring. She pushed her fingers all the way inside, pressing around all of your pulsing walls before she slid them out, and when she pushed them back in, there were three fingers this time, as well as resistance.

“So fucking tight,” Wanda groaned, pressing her hardness against you. “I’m gonna need to stretch you before you can take my cock.”

Her mere words were enough to get you squirming on the bed as the woman behind you violated your hole, stretching her three fingers out wide inside you and pumping them just like that. Whines filled the room as you squirmed on the bed, your noises only adding to Wanda’s desire as she grabbed at your ass and fingered you, nearly drooling in anticipating for when she could finally put her new strap inside you.

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer,” Wanda groaned, removing her fingers from you and wiping the wetness on your ass, leaving you empty and unfulfilled. Internally throbbing, you listened to the sound of a zipper and fabric shuffling before Wanda pressed against you again, and this time you felt the tip of her cock rest against your entrance.

“Wanda…” you breathed as you calculated how big it was just from the tip teasing your hole. It was definitely bigger than anything you’d ever taken.

“It’s your birthday, slut, and you’re gonna take my present like a grateful whore, right?” Wanda halfway mumbled through her heavy breaths of excitement. When you didn’t answer, she slapped your ass, earning a shriek and an incoherent noise of confirmation.

Wanda spat into her hand and rubbed it on your entrance before she grabbed both of your hips to steady you, easing her cock inside you. Your mouth fell open as her girthy size stretched you out around her, and the stinging pain made you hiss and grab a fistful of the sheets.

“That’s it,” Wanda gently whispered, spreading your cheeks open to help spread you more. “Take my cock like a good girl, baby.”

“Wanda, it hurts,” you whined as she stopped halfway in to let you breathe. You already felt so full, but Wanda continued to push further inside you.

“You can take it,” she firmly said, stifling a groan as she pushed herself all the way inside you until her hips were flat against your ass and her cock pressed against your cervix.

“Fuck,” you groaned, clenching your teeth at the pain as she dragged herself back out halfway and slowly thrust in again.

Wanda continued her slow thrusts for a while until you finally eased up, and she marked her new objective with a sudden snap of her hips which drove herself deep inside you and elicited a sharp moan from you, and then she started to thrust her hips wildly into you.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” she said as she leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your upper body off the bed and arching your back which sent her cock hitting a new angle inside you.

She fucked you like that, bent over the bed, dress only covering your midsection, grabbing your hair, fondling your breasts and rubbing your clit, until your body had had enough of all the pleasurable sensations, and a coil of pressure formed in your stomach and threatened to snap at any moment.

“Wanda, I’m close,” you whined, and from the sounds Wanda was making behind you and the lack of pace in her wild thrusts, she was too.

“Cum for me, babygirl,” she grunted, leaning down and nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck and finding a patch of skin to bite as your orgasm unleashed simultaneously with hers.

For a moment, you didn’t realize Wanda reaching down and squeezing the base of her strap until you felt liquid gushing deep inside you, prolonging the aftereffects of your climax.

“Take my cum,” Wanda groaned as she kept short thrusts into you, making sure she was as deep as possible inside you as she filled you with her faux cum. “Take every drop, whore.”

“Fuck,” you moaned, feeling like you could cum again just from the feeling of her pounding her cum deep inside you.

Finally, her strap was emptied, and you both were coming down from your highs, Wanda panting against your neck and holding your breasts, resting her full weight on top of you. You panted under her, your walls twitching around her cock that lay still inside you.

After a few minutes, Wanda finally moved off you, slowly pulling out of you and finding her strap covered in a mix of your juices. Not only were your inner thighs a complete wet mess and your panties ruined, but a drop of Wanda’s cum was already starting to leak out of you. She reached forward and used her finger to push her cum back inside you, taking your legs and pressing them closed.

“Better keep your thighs shut for the rest of the night, baby,” she coyly said as she pulled your dress back down over your ass, helping you to stand up which proved hard because of how weak and shaky your legs felt and how sore you were between them.

As you stood, you could feel her cum move inside you and threaten to gush out. Wanda fixed the top of your dress for you and fixed your messy hair before wiping away some of your makeup that had smeared. As much as she tried to fix you up, it was still evident that you had just been fucked.

“Wanda,” you whined when you could feel wetness seeping out of you, trying to shut your thighs to keep it from coming out. “I can’t go back to the party.”

“Oh, but you have to, baby. It’s your own birthday party,” she said with an edge of amusement as she smirked deviously. This was her plan all along, to give you her little (big) present and then spend the rest of the party watching you miserably try to keep her cum inside you.

“You’re evil,” you whined, throwing yourself against her as she chuckled and wrapped her arms around you, letting her hands fall down to your ass and grab you. If you didn’t have a party to attend, she could have easily taken you again.

“Happy birthday, angel,” Wanda whispered with a kiss to the top of your head.

[cece693]

You're Edward?! Pt. 2 (Edward Cullen x Male Reader)

Here's the first part of this pic, but if you haven't read it, basically male reader goes to Forks to confront Edward for making Bella uncomfortable, yet didn't know Edward was a total hottie. And very much single.

Edward Cullen was a hottie and m/n was intimidated. It always happened whenever he encountered pretty boys, but this was on a whole other level. "Bella, my love, why didn't you disclose that your bully was handsome?!" M/n exclaimed in disbelief after Edward stopped and began talking with equally gorgeous students, presumably his brothers and sisters.

"Did it matter?"

"Yes," M/n quickly replied, his eyes darting between Edward and Bella. "I needed to mentally prepare myself to handle such hotness... Do you think he's all-natural?"

"M/n!" Bella exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"What? I'm just being honest. Anyone with sight can agree he looks delectable." M/n defended himself, ignoring the playful slap on his shoulder from Bella. "So, before I confront him, can you pretty please tell me all about him? For research purposes." He added, flashing a grin when Bella raised her eyebrow in a questioning manner.

"Fine. You already know Edward Cullen: standoffish, rude, and an ass to everyone, especially me. The people he's talking to are his adopted siblings. Rosalie—" Bella pointed at the blonde girl who looked like she could kill anyone and not give a fuck. "is dating Emmett, the big, muscular guy."

She paused, noticing M/n's slightly creeped-out expression, and nodded in agreement. "I know, weird, but apparently it's legal."

"Let me guess, the other two are also dating, right?" He mused, looking at the female short stack and blonde guy who looked a mix of pain and constipation.

Bella nodded, confirming M/n's assumption. "Yeah, that's Alice and Jasper. Out of all the siblings, she's the most social and friendly."

Taking in the information, M/n looked out the window once more and noticed that Edward was looking directly at them. However, no smile nor wave was thrown their way. Instead, his features were set in a frown, eyes narrowed in frustration and anger.

"I take back everything I said. Edward's an ass," M/n remarked, his tone laced with irritation. The retort confused Bella, who hadn't noticed Edward's staring. "Just look out the window. He's glaring at us, and I haven't done anything…yet."

It took a few seconds for the realization to sink in, but when it did, it was already too late. "Don't—" Bella hurried out, yet her friend was already out of the truck and walking toward the Cullens. "M/n, hold up," she exclaimed, also getting out of the truck and attempting to match his long strides.

"M/n, please," Bella begged. "Let's not make a scene." Yet all she received was an eye roll.

"I'm simply going over there to have a nice chat. No fighting; I pinky promise." M/n reassured, his tone determined as he continued his stride toward the Cullens. Thankfully, most of the students had already left school; perfect, one less thing to worry about.

"Hey." M/n called out, capturing the attention of all Cullens and causing Bella to fold into herself. "We need to talk." Not even bothering to ask, m/n grabbed Edward and pulled him toward the woods.

"M/n!" Bella yelled, about to step in between her friend and Edward, when Alice let out a laugh. Looking weirdly at the girl, Bella didn't know what she found funny: wasn't she worried about her brother?

"No, not really." She replied, alarming Bella. "You spoke out loud." Alice explained, causing the rest of the Cullens to hide their chuckles. Oh, humans and their stupidity. "Besides, Edward can handle himself."

That and Alice had seen that m/n and Edward's meeting would turn into a makeout session; there were just things that she couldn't handle, but Alice was glad Edward had found his mate. Even Rosalie, who had made her distaste known, came around to the idea after listening to the large impact m/n would have on their family. M/n Cullen sounded perfect, after all.

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 14: Meet The Parents

Summary: Working at the Weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

I'm simply a slut for comforting insecure Larissa, sue me. 🦐✨

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Chapter 13

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You had awoken the next morning to a rather lovely little vase of flowers and a handwritten note. The note smelled like Larissa (yes you sniffed it). The small bouquet contained white tulips, white orchids and some lilies of the valley. If you had been versed in the language of the flowers you would’ve known that they symbolized rebirth, sincere apology and forgiveness. However, since you knew absolutely fucking nothing about the language of flowers you simply thought they reminded you of her hair and general elegance.

Darling, I truly can’t thank you enough for your forgiveness and kindness. I will do everything I can to do right by you. I cannot express how much you mean to me

Yours LW

The heartfelt note had made you rather embarrassingly, giggle and kick your feet. You had all but skipped your way to your appointment with Vlad. He had taken one look at you all smiles and sunshine before rolling his eyes and snorting.

You had spent the morning being what Vlad called an ‘insufferable lovestruck puppy’ which you took as a compliment. You had been sitting in the quad reading a book Dr. Kinbott had recommended for you when Yoko appeared in front of you.

“So you live here now huh?” She remarks.

“I guess so, which means you’re stuck with me,” you joke, closing your book to give her your full attention.

“So… it’s parents weekend this weekend.” She says.

“Oh, that’s cool. Will your parents be attending?”

“My dad will be here yeah, and you’ll definitely meet him. That’s not what this is about.” She explains, “It’s Enid, her parents are weird about her not wolfing out and she’s going to need some like adult support.”

“I’m not certain I count as a proper adult-“

“And she looks up to you and Weems, probably because you’re the only adult queers she knows. And since you two have made up and are together again-“

“Hold on we’re not- I mean we did make up but it’s-it’s a bit more complicated tha-“

“So when her parents inevitably fuck up and make her upset I would really appreciate it if you two would just offer her some support.”

“I-well I mean I-I can see what I can d-“

“Perfect! Thanks queen,” she grinned before getting up and leaving you sitting there rather confused.

Of course, you would give Enid your full support, it was the least she deserved. But you weren’t sure what you and Larissa even were at the moment and didn’t really want to rush into anything. But you resolved that you would at least mention it to her when you saw her. Knowing her motherly care for the young werewolf she’d probably be down to help her out in any way she could.

The mention of parents had made you think of yours, despite your deep inner desire to ignore that rather large problem that needed to be sorted. You had so many questions. And frankly weren’t sure if you even wanted the answers. You knew at some point you’d have to talk to them, maybe even see them. You really would be much happier if you could simply…not do any of that. You already had your issues with them, never mind the fact that they definitely knew you were and vampire and almost definitely did something to make you appear more human.

You’re broken from that particularly fun little spiral of sadness when Larissa appears next to you, sitting down and handing you a cute lil sandwich. You quickly forget all about your crappy parental relationship and instead focus on having a nice time with Larissa.

——

Parents' weekend arrived faster than you expected.

You had shared lunch with Larissa almost every day, which was making you far more giddy than it should. You cherished every moment you got with her. She had been rather stressed out with the planning and organizing. But she met you every day for lunch, and you would chat about everything and nothing and you felt your heart healing bit by bit each day.

You were currently standing in the quad, watching as parents arrived and went to see their kids. It was really rather heartwarming, seeing so many kids (most of whom you knew on some level) chatting with their parents and actually being listened to. There were those who seemed rather pissed their parents were there or those who were sitting with friends and their families. You were keeping an eye on Enid, glancing over at her every now and again to make sure she was doing okay after Yoko’s ominous warning. She seemed alright for now but you could tell having her parents around was stressing her out a bit.

“Are you a part of the staff here?” A voice asked from your side.

You just about fell the fuck over out of fright, turning to see who had snuck up on you. It was a woman dressed in a figure-hugging black dress with long dark hair. The dark look was completed with almost plum-colored lipstick. Honestly, she pulled it off in a way you weren’t sure many could.

“Oh uh…no I’m not a teacher here.” You answered.

“Then I suppose you’re a parent…?”

“Oh uhm no, no I’m not a parent. It’s uh- well the story of my being here is rather complicated…”

Honestly, you had no idea how to explain to this woman why you were staying at Nevermore. You weren’t sure simply saying ‘I was attacked in the woods and brought back here to recover’ would make much sense or not be met with a thousand other questions. And honestly, you weren’t sure Larissa wanted you advertising why you were there either.

You’re saved from having to explain further when Larissa stepped up to the podium to make her welcoming speech. She’s truly mesmerizing when she speaks. And she looks fucking gorgeous as always. You’re almost certain you’re staring at her like a love-sick puppy, again. She finishes her speech (you didn’t take in one word from it) and glances at you, sending you a small smile. You send a small wave back, beaming and feeling your heart skip a beat.

“Ah…I see.” You hear from the woman next to you.

“Oh no I mean it’s-it’s not like that! I mean it. Well, it is but it’s- you know it’s complicated and-“ you try to explain, not wanting to start rumours or fuck up Larissa’s image.

“It’s alright dear,” she chuckles, reaching out and squeezing your arm, “I’m gla-“

She’s cut off as her head snaps back, her grip on your arm tightening slightly. She stays like that for a few seconds before she relaxes, her gaze coming back to you. You notice she’s now grinning at you and you can’t help but feel slightly uneasy.

“I-are you alright?” You ask.

“Absolutely fine dear,” she smiles, “and you and I have a lot to talk about, particularly regarding a certain white-haired principal.”

——

Larissa was stressed.

Parents' weekend was usually a tense affair, with the insane amounts of organizing needed to make sure it ran smoothly. Not to mention the countless meetings she ended up having with parents of families, varying from simple check-ins to rather difficult talks regarding the students' behaviour.

However, none of this caused half as much stress as seeing you standing with Morticia Addams. She was sure she was overreacting, Morticia had no way of knowing the two of you were…well whatever you two were. And even if she did it wasn’t like she would say anything that would intentionally harm your recovering relationship.

Unintentionally though…

Larissa had been swept into parent meetings since her opening speech. She had a meeting with the Addams next and was quite frankly dreading it. She slumped forward in her seat resting her head in her hands as she sighed. Wednesday on her own was a headache to deal with (she would never admit how deeply the girl had wormed her way into her heart). Now she would have to suggest not only to her but to her parents that they go for family counseling. God her work was cut out for her.

As her office doors opened she straightened up in her chair, squaring her shoulders and putting on her warmest smile. Her carefully crafted expression falters when she notices you being dragged in by Morticia who seems to be halfway through telling you something she prays isn’t about her.

When you glance up at her and shoot her a shy smile her heart flutters and her anxiety calms a little. She gestures for the family to sit, eye twitching when Morticia squeezes your shoulder and whispers something in your ear.

She’s further confused when Morticia asks you to stay, earning a rather loud sigh from Wednesday. You turn to Larissa, silently asking if you should go, looking just as confused as she feels. She nods, gesturing to an open chair against the wall.

The meeting goes about as smoothly as Larissa could’ve expected. Wednesday at least keeps her sarcastic, cutting remarks to a minimum. Morticia makes her usual teasing remarks, even going so far as to call her a ‘stately sequoia tree’. She swears she heard you muttering something about climbing her like a tree and nearly choked on her own breath, barely managing to keep her face from blushing bright red.

Eventually, the Addams leave. Not before Morticia comments over her shoulder something along the lines of ‘you two love birds enjoy yourselves.’ When her office doors finally shut she groans, covering her face with her hands.

You stand, quietly making your way behind her and resting your hands on her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her head. You gently massage her shoulders, face flushing at the bordering-on obscene moan she lets out.

“Long day?” You ask softly.

“Mmmm…” she hums, melting into your touch.

The two of you stay in silence for a while, with Larissa relaxing a bit more with each press of your thumbs into her shoulders. Eventually, she straightens up again, dropping her hands into her lap. You press one last kiss to the back of her neck, relishing in the way she shudders at the feeling. You then squeeze her shoulders one last time before moving to sit on the edge of her desk, smiling softly down at her. She fidgets with her bracelet, staring very intently down at her desk.

“Did you uhm…have an interesting chat with Morticia?” She asks gingerly.

“Mmm,” you hum, “she was regaling me with stories of your shared time at Nevermore.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah! She was quite nostalgic about it all. She was telling me about how you two shared a room and got up to ‘many daring activities’ as she put it.”

She groans, once again opting to cover her face with her hands.

“She did uhm…she did tell me you’re a shapeshifter.” You murmur.

Your heart breaks at the way she stiffens at that, still not looking anywhere near you. She clears her throat, going to say something before clenching her hands into fists on her lap.

“Is…is there someone you wish for me to change into?” She asks, in a voice that’s so small and hurt.

“I what? Why would I-” You stutter.

“I…most people when they find out about…about my abilities…they. Most people want me to turn into someone else…someone…better.”

She whispers the last part.

You blink at her. And then you blink again.

“…who….who in the fuck said that to you?” You ask, anger seeping into your voice.

She doesn’t say anything, simply shrugging and refusing to meet your eye. You have to take a moment to calm yourself down so you don’t take out your anger on Larissa. You take a deep breath and she starts to apologize in a watery voice when you stop her.

“Larissa I don’t know your middle name Weems,” you start, moving to sit on her lap and cradle her face in your hands, “there is absolutely no one on the face of this planet- no one in this goddamn universe who could ever be better than you. I-I can’t even begin to explain. You’re like…some fucking celestial being brought to earth to make it a better place. You’re-you’re brilliant Larissa. You’re - words can’t describe how utterly impeccable you are. I don’t understand- I could never want anyone but you, just as you are.”

You brush your thumbs over her cheeks, eyes lovingly tracing over her features. You notice her eyes welling up with tears, giving her a gentle, loving smile.

“I-I don’t understand…” she whispers.

“I know my one little speech won’t change your mind. Now when it sounds like so many fucking assholes-“ you cut yourself off, taking a breath to calm yourself. “And I know that-I know you and I are in a strange place right now but that doesn’t change the fact that you are far more than just enough, just as you are. And I will spend every moment I have by your side helping you see that. I-if you’ll let me.”

She stares up at you, tears staining her cheeks as she gapes up at you with wide eyes. You gently wipe her tears away. She wraps her arms around your waist, hands clutching at your back. You can feel the way she’s trembling, the subtle shake of her hands as they press into your back and pull you towards her. You press a kiss to her forehead, and then another to her nose before you lean down to hover with your lips practically touching hers.

You stay there, staring into her eyes and glancing down at her lips every so often. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you’re almost certain Larissa can feel it. It almost feels like the first time the two of you kissed all over again. You’re about to finally close the distance, finally kiss her-

And then Larissa’s office doors are being opened and none other than Morticia is walking through them. The two of you barely have enough time to lean apart from each other when Morticia smirks so fucking smugly at the sight of you two.

“Oh, how glad I am to see the two lovebirds back together.” She smiles, before promptly leaving the room just as quickly as she entered.

Silence permeates the room after the door clicks shut. You turn back to look at Larissa, a smile tugging at your lips upon seeing her flushed cheeks. When the two of you lock eyes you can’t help the giggle that rises in your throat. Larissa soon follows suit, the sound of your combined laughter filling the room. Eventually, you both calm down leaving you both smiling at each other.

“C'mon pretty lady,” you hum standing up from her lap and holding out your hands for her, “we should go make sure the school didn’t burn down while we were talking.”

“Don’t even joke about that. Anything is possible with this year's students.” She snorts, wiping her eyes one last time as she stands.

You take her hand in yours leading her to the door with a smile on your face. And so the two of you leave her office, hand in hand, ready to face whatever comes your way.

—-

Turns out what came your way was far more manageable than you had thought.

There was the entire debacle of Wednesday's father being arrested for a decades-old murder case. And then Wednesday and Morticia joined him in the town's jail for grave robbing. Larissa hadn’t found the whole thing half as funny as you had but had, reluctantly, agreed to badger Sheriff Galpin into letting Wednesday and Morticia go. Which in turn led to Gomez having his name cleared. So all in all a manageable affair.

Other than that the weekend had gone smoothly. Enid had come to you and Larissa on Sunday while you were having lunch in her office, a little teary-eyed and apologetic for interrupting you two. You both rushed to assure her she was never a bother and listened as she told you about how her mother kept pressuring her to ‘wolf out’ and suggested a werewolf-conversion therapy camp (you had honestly wanted to go fight the poor girl's mother, mayhaps even bite her for good measure.) But Enid had explained how she stood up for herself, earning much praise from both of you. She spent the rest of the lunch with you both, sharing the hot gossip that had been happening.

So really, all in all, the weekend had been quite a success. This was why you and Larissa were in town today, grabbing some celebratory hot cocoa from the Weathervane. You had just finished catching up with James (Tyler was strangely nowhere in sight when you arrived). You picked up both of your hot cocoas as you had decided to take them to go so that you could take a stroll around town.

You were walking arm in arm with Larissa, telling her about something James had told you when you heard your name being called from behind you. You stop dead in your tracks, your heart dropping into your stomach. Larissa turns to look over her shoulder, glancing at you as she does, concern marring her features.

You know that voice. You had fucking hoped you’d never hear that voice again in your life if you were particularly lucky. You take a deep shuddering breath, taking a moment to center yourself before turning around. And there he stands. The man you’d hoped to fuck would just leave you the fuck alone.

“Hi dad.”

[yoursecondfirstlove]

Anti-Social Behavior P.2

P.1  P.2  P.3  P4  P5

(Nathan young x f!reader)

Continuing her community service (y/n) grows closer with her fellow young offenders. She may still think this whole thing is bullshit but she is delighted to find a friend in a pretty blonde volunteer

Word count: 5,555 words

Warnings: swearing, smoking, alcohol, drug use, death mention, sex mention, description of nudity, r slur

The next week had rolled around and Nathan had not given up on his insistence of finding a power “and what? Cuz you’re all special and I’m not? Yeah well I doubt it. You can think what you like but I have a superpower and I just need to find out what it is!” Alisha huffed, quickly growing tired of his continuing rambling “maybe you’re just super-retarded!” Nathan ignored her completely continuing his rant “maybe I’ve got like a whole Spider-Man vibe goin’ on. Ya know, maybe I can climb walls and do spider shit!” (Y/n) let out a huff of laughter “spider shit?” She questioned earning an eager nod from Nathan. “Yeah cuz that makes perfect sense. Why would you be able to climb stuff” Curtis snapped. Nathan squinted at him “I don’t know! How is it you can turn back time, apparently? And weird kid can turn invisible? It’s not like this whole situation is backed up by a wank-load of logic.” (Y/n) shrugged “in fairness he’s got a point” Alisha rolled her eyes “No the fuck he doesn’t! You’re just sayin’ that cuz you wanna shag him!” (Y/n) turned to scowl at her as Nathan chimed in “hey hey hey! There’s no shame in that!”

The group found themselves in an alley picking up litter scattered about when Curtis noticed a body heaped on the ground “what is that?” The group turned and began to approach a nude man laying on the ground, passed out, or dead…who’s to say. As they reached his side Kelly asked “is he breathing?“ (y/n) shook her head “this fucker better not be dead! I can’t deal with another dead body…” Alisha approached him and poked him with her litter picker causing him to stir slightly, she turned to the group laughing slightly before addressing the man who was slowly returning to consciousness “hey nude guy, you’re naked!” The man rolled over, quickly leaving nothing the imagination as the group recoiled in horror. Nathan caught a glimpse of his face and leaned forward to examine further before he yelled in recognition “you!” Panic quickly set into the naked man as he promptly got up and started sprinting away as Nathan chased him to the gate. The group had already erupted in laughter “do you wanna tell us who that was?” Curtis laughed. Nathan turned to them angrily “he’s my mums…he lives with my mum” the group continued to laugh “your stepdad has got a massive cock” Alisha commented sending the group into another fit of giggles. Nathan, irritated, interjected immediately “no! Jesus! And he’s not my stepdad alright?” Alisha turned to Kelly and (Y/n) “did you see that thing? That was monster big!” She turned back to Nathan “your mum will hurt” Nathan stuck his fingers in his ears looking away from her “la la la la la, shut up!” Kelly shook her head “why’s he naked?” Alisha rolled her eyes “well, obviously he’s some kinda pervert, or he’s gay” Curtis turns to her “that follows” he said sarcastically (y/n) chimed in “casual homophobia? A lot of us haven’t even had our first cigarette of the day is it not a bit early?” Alisha just rolled her eyes again. “Or he could be a rapist. There’s loads of them around here” Kelly added, she too earned a remark from (y/n) “man, this dank alleyway is feeling safer by the second!” Finally Simon chimed in “maybe he’s a werewolf” (y/n) couldn’t even formulate a snarky response to that one, she just stared at him, luckily Nathan picked up the slack for that one as he pointed his litter picker at Simons face and declared “twat!” Simon drew back slightly before he defended his stance “it’s what happens in films, you turn into a werewolf, you kill someone, then you wake up somewhere, naked, like a zoo.” (Y/n) continued to stare at him wordlessly as he cast nervously glances to her flat stare. “He’s not a werewolf alright?” Nathan insisted “this guys such a pussy he needs my mum to open jars for him. I’m sure if he was a werewolf he’d be able to open a jar of peanut butter for himself!” “What happens if the storm messed him up?” Kelly questioned. Nathan made a slight face “that’s bollocks” he meekly insisted again “what are the chances?”

The group stood in the community centre as a crowd of elderly people danced around a few tables, their probation worker, Sally instructed them “help out. Talk to them. Make sure everyone’s having a good time.” They all just stared at her quickly wearing down her patience causing her to bark out “move!” They all walked pasted her into the crowd. (Y/n) approached a man in a wheelchair who appeared to be wearing an army uniform of some sort, adorned in medals. “Can I get you anything?” She asked sweetly, he didn’t reply which began to worry her a little “hello?” She shook him a little. “What’s goin’ on?” Nathan asked walking up from behind her. “I think he might be dead…” (y/n) muttered exchanging a look with Nathan, he nodded reassuringly before leaning close to the old man’s face “she’s stealing your pension!” He loudly announced to the man, startling him awake. Nathan turned to (y/n) with a toothy grin “no, he’s fine.” (Y/n) just shrugged walking off with Nathan leaving the man dazed and confused. An elderly man had approached her asking politely for a dance to which she smiled tightly and complied. While dancing she looked over the man’s shoulder and saw that somehow, within the two seconds Nathan had escaped her sight, he’d snagged a woman in a wheelchair and began running around with her faster than he probably should have “okay Joan, let’s pick up some speed here, let’s get that wind blowing through your hair! ooo uh let’s get that wind blowing through her scalp, come on” (y/n) had managed to catch Nathan’s eye as he commenced his antics and he had let go of the wheelchair completely, letting the woman roll off into the hallway as he waved at her. (Y/n) smiled and shook her head, breaking away from the dance with the old man to join him. Before she could say a word a beautiful blonde woman walked past them “hi” she greeted them earning a polite wave from (y/n). (Y/n) let her curiosity get the better of her and followed her to the food table where she was carrying some paper plates, Nathan following her eagerly. “Hi!” (Y/n) greeted again once she’d reached her, she looked to her, her eyes flicked to Nathan as he stood behind (y/n) like a child who’s mam ran into her friend at the shop. “So are you a member of staff?” (Y/n) asked, making conversation. “I’m a volunteer” she said with a smile, (y/n) nodded retaining a wide grin “volunteer? You’re a better person than me!” Nathan desperate to be part of the conversation just nodded while he looked back and forth between (y/n) and the blonde woman. “Yeah old people…they’re so…” both (y/n) and the blonde woman turned to Nathan, wanting to see where he was going with this “they’re so…they’re old, ya know?” He finally concluded. The blonde woman just nodded “right” she muttered before turning her attention back to (y/n) “so what got you into community service?” She asked, (y/n) shrugged almost dismissively “graffiti, nothin’ crazy” the blonde woman nodded and turned to Nathan “and you?” He huffed a little “I was just done for eating some pick’n’mix” she laughed at that “right, of course you were, you’re such a liar, pass me those sausage rolls” as Nathan had his back turned an old woman seeking a dance partner toddled over, Nathan turned around and let out a startled noise at the sudden sight of her. “I think she wants to dance with you” the blonde woman said walking off “oh that’s nice” Nathan called after her but he quickly looked to (y/n) seeking an escape from the situation. (Y/n) just shrugged and walked off to try continue her conversation with the woman.

At the end of it all they were retrieving their things from their lockers to change , Curtis swung open his locker door and quickly called for the attention of the group “someone knows” he stated looking at the cryptic note he’d found “they know we killed out probation worker!” Kelly chimed in “is this a wind up?” She turned to address Nathan “was this you?” Nathan seemed almost offended by the accusation but not for the reasons most people would be “if I was tryna wind you up, I think I’d be a little more creative. ‘I know what film you saw last summer’” he said mockingly. “this isn’t funny!” Kelly retorted only for Nathan to reply “if I wanted to freak you out, I’d have dug up the body and stuck that in your locker” the group continued to bicker about who did it, who it was for, if it was about the probation worker at all and so on. “Okay. Okay. Let’s just say you’re right? If they actually knew anything, they wouldn’t be dickin’ around stickin’ notes on lockers. They would have gone to the police and we’d all be banged up in prison gettin’ gang-raped in the showers. But this, this means that they have no evidence, no proof. Nothing. And anyway. I’m guessin’ it’s about some other totally unrelated shit that you’ve done” Nathan concluded, Curtis glared at him but (y/n) just shrugged “he makes a few fair points with that one” Nathan turned and gestured to her thanking her for her support of his argument “so, if we’re all done freaking out here, over nothing. There’s somewhere I need to be” and without another word he walked out. Curtis looked around to the others as they stood stoically “please tell me you don’t actually believe that prick?” Kelly just shrugged “well whoever did it is just tryna freak us out right? So we just act normal.” She turned to (y/n) for reassurance, (y/n) nodded agreeing before turning back to Curtis who, clearly aggravated, just threw the crumpled note back in his locker. Kelly took (y/n)s hand in hers as they walked outside. Once they’d gotten out of the building Kelly turned to her “I’m fuckin’ starving! Wanna get somethin’ to eat?” “Oh fuck yeah, absolutely”

Something to eat had turned into a few drinks and by the time she was leaving to go home it had already gotten dark out. (Y/n) and Kelly bid their farewells and had parted ways. As (y/n) walked she rooted in her pocket for her iPod and earphones but came up empty handed. She stopped walking completely and groaned. Fuck! She’d left them in her locker! She’d been in such a rush to leave and then she didn’t notice they were missing immediately because she was with Kelly. She wandered back to the community centre praying it was still open but once she’d reached the door it didn’t budge. She used her whole weight to try and open it a few times as if that would make a difference but there was nothing changing it. It was locked. She groaned again, keeping her grip on the door as she leaned back, casting her eyes skyward. “Adding breaking and entering to your charges?” A chipper voice called to her. She turned to see the blonde woman from before, Ruth. “No” she answered with joking scrutiny “I left something inside and I wanna keep pulling in case I magically open it with my mind” Ruth laughed walking up to her. “Well lucky for you…” she pulled out a set of keys “I’ve left something inside too” (y/n) just stared emotionlessly at her for a moment before jokingly declaring “you’re the love of my life” Ruth laughed “uh-huh” she slipped pasted her to unlock the door and let them both in, flicking all the lights on. They both made quick work of finding what they’d left behind rejoining in the corridor. Both of them rounded the corner to be greeted by Nathan yelping in surprise “what are you two doin’ here?” He asked “I left my bag” “and I left my iPod” they all stared at each other for a moment before Ruth spoke up again “why are you here?” Nathan, panicked cast his eyes to (y/n) only to find her giving him the same questioning look “I’m…volunteering” he answered half heartedly as he leaned against the wall. “Is this a burglary?” Ruth asked stepping forward like a mother scolding her child “no!” Nathan quickly defended “I could say the same for you” he said accusingly “she’s got keys” (y/n) laughed. Nathan looked to (y/n) defeated “do you wanna drink?” Ruth and (y/n) shared a look and smiled.

Both of them stood back as they watched Nathan break open a lock and slide up some shudders “aaaaaannndd…now it’s a burglary” (y/n) stated. Nathan just shrugged. The three of them commenced their night of heavy drinking, drug use and just general goofing around. They danced and made a fool of themselves as they threw themselves around the community centre, taking turns pushing each other in the wheelchairs, the whole night was incredibly blurry but from what (y/n) could process  Nathan was clinging to her constantly, picking her up, hugging her and spinning her around while Ruth laughed her ass off at seemingly nothing. After a while the three of them stumbled outside for some air.

They sat by the water occupying the two wheelchairs, Nathan sat in one with (y/n) snuggled into his lap and Ruth in the other, as they all passed a joint between them. Nathan had fed a growing habit of holding the joint for (y/n) whenever she was taking a pull. As (y/n) finished her third pull in a row Nathan passed the joint to Ruth. He turned back to (y/n) “you alright?” He asked, she nodded wordlessly in response. Ruth tapped on Nathan’s shoulder to get his attention, both Nathan and (y/n) looked at her as she drawled “I wanna get a photo” she took out her phone and all three of them squeezed together to fit in frame, all making matching kissy faces. Ruth pulls her phone back to look at the picture and they all softly giggle at it. Nathan turned to (y/n) as she giggled. Both their snickers died down as they slowly began to lean into each other. Ruth looked past them and furrowed her eyebrows, before Nathan and (y/n)s lips could meet Ruth spoke up “I don’t mean to interrupt but a naked man with a huge cock just ran past” Nathan whipped his head to look in the same direction as Ruth “it’s him!” “Who?” “It’s my mums…the guy who lives with my mum, quick give me your phone!” He took Ruth’s phone before moving (y/n) off of him and sprinting after him. (Y/n) plopped down onto the now unoccupied wheelchair while she and Ruth stared at Nathan’s disappearing figure. “Where’s he going?” Ruth asked “god knows” (y/n) said casting a glance back to her. They both giggled leaning into each other. “Do you live far from here?” Ruth asked. (Y/n) groaned, through all this mess she hadn’t even thought about getting home “it’s a bit of a trek…” she admitted. Ruth just giggled at her “stay at mine, I’m just around the corner” (y/n) smiled at her and nodded as they both stood up, still stumbling a little as they held hands for stability “you really are the love of my life ya know…” Ruth let out a bold chuckle at that “my lord and saviour” (y/n) continued “oh shut up!”

(Y/n) walked back to the community centre that morning with a raging headache, wearing the same clothes as yesterday. She could see Alisha and Curtis flirting from a distance. She was just striding off as (y/n) reached Curtis. “What are you smilin’ about?” She asked while grinning knowingly. Curtis bit his tongue as he smiled at the ground “nothing…” he replied coyly.

Nathan pulled (y/n) and Kelly aside as he showed them both a picture in Ruth’s phone “it’s him, it’s the guy who lives with my mum. He was out there last night. This is evidence” (y/n) scrunched her face up “and what exactly are we looking at?” Nathan huffed as he began to point to the screen “cock, anus, bit’a ballsack” Kelly grabbed the phone from him as her face screwed up in disgust “ew what is that?” “That’s ballsack! It’s from a low angle, Jesus!” Kelly and (y/n) shared a look, giggling slightly before Kelly cast her eyes back to Nathan “where were you last night?” She asked. Nathan stared at her ‘oh, shit. She knows I’m a homeless.’  He quickly ran off to Simon “here look…” he showed Simon the phone “cock, anus, ballsack…yeah?” Simon smiled cheekily and pointed to the screen “what’s that?” “That’s cock!” Nathan stepped away from Simon to address the group “look, this guy is living with my mum. We’ve got to do something!” “Like what?” Kelly quickly fired back. Nathan thought for a moment before asking “can you get me a gun?” “I ain’t gettin’ you a gun!” “C,mon, you know someone. Just a little one! Nothing too lairy” Kelly smiled, amused “there’s no wayIn getting a dickhead like you a gun.” “You can get a gun off the internet” Simon added matter of factly. Nathan ignored the concerning comment entirely “what if we just go ‘round there tonight, talk to him? We’ll be mature and polite, yeah? And then we’ll just tel him to fuck off!” “What if he says no?” Kelly questioned Nathan sputtered for a second “I dunno. We’ll improvise. So, who’s with me?” Nathan faced a flat faced group, he looked around trying to find any kind of support and locked his gaze on (y/n) “c’mon! (Y/n)! You’re with me right?” She shrugged “sorry…” Nathan huffed placing his hands on his hips “it’s like that is it? So much for being united by a horrific, life changing, shared experience” the rest of the group continued to stare at him “hmm? Last week? Ya know? The situation…?” After a few more minutes of silence Nathan blurted, all too loud “we killed our probation worker!” The group hurriedly shushed him “god you’re such a dickhead” Kelly muttered. “That counts for nothing?” Nathan continued. “I’ll come with you” Simon offered but was only met with a doubtful face from Nathan “I’m not bein’ funny but…me and you, buddying up…kickin’ ass! I’m just not feeling it, but, hey. Lovely thought, cheers.” The rest took a place sitting around as Simon slinked away discouraged.

The girls entered the locker room first to get changed, chattering away about nothing in particular as they stripped down. Alisha spotted the tattoo on Kelly’s lower back “did that hurt when you got it done?” She asked, Kelly nodded “yeah it hurt like a bastard, I only got it done cuz my fiancé wanted it” Alisha nodded and leaned over to addressing (y/n) “do you have any tattoos?” Alisha asked. “Yeah a few” (y/n) spun around to show off each tattoo giving it a little explanation as to why she got it until she paused turning to Kelly again “you said your fiancé, are you engaged?” Kelly shrugged as she pulled in her shirt “I was. I’m not anymore.” She stated simply. “Why? what happened?” Alisha asked “I could hear what he was thinkin’, yeah? And he wasn’t exactly being romantic. (Y/n) scoffed out a laugh “sounds like a dickhead” she laughed, Kelly grinned at she turned to (y/n) “proper dickhead” she exclaimed causing all three girls to laugh. “Have you been with anyone? Since you could do your thing?” Kelly asked Alisha, she scoffed in response “no, not full on” she shrugged “tried it out with a couple of guys, just for a second. They were proper horny. One was quite fit actually. What about yous two?” Kelly shook her head “no, guys are arseholes with how they think about me, don’t wanna touch that” (y/n) shook her head as well as the other two girls turned to her “I mean me not bein’ with anyone has nothing to do with the super speed, I just haven’t” she laughs, Alisha laughs as well “yeah, cuz you wanna shag Nathan so bad you won’t touch anyone” (y/n) screeched out a laugh “stop!” Kelly smirked at her “yous two are actually quite cute, he’s a dickhead but, yous two are cute.” (Y/n) snickered as she slug an arm over Kelly’s shoulder “yeah thanks” she laughed out sarcastically as the girls all turned to leave.

Later on in the day Nathan was storming out of his house after an altercation with his mum and her…the guy she lives with. Leaving him huffing with a heavily bruised ego and a lightly bruised cheek. He tried to call (y/n) but she didn’t answer. Now that he thought about it he remembered her mentioning she had work that night. So he went to another place to seek comfort, Ruth’s house. Ruth opened the door, questioning his presence without saying anything “I got your address from the community centre” he explained “why?” She asked. He cast his gaze down to his feet “cuz I don’t wanna be alone and I can’t get a hold of (y/n).” Suddenly she nodded understandingly. He looked up again “and I uh…I thought you might want your phone back” he added as he handed it to her.

Once he’d sat down in her living room he just  played with his own hands awkwardly as he stared at his shoes. He’d explained the whole thing to her, near teary eyed. “She’d never hit me before…not even a smack when I was a kid.” Ruth considered it a moment “what do you want from her? Would you be happier if she was on her own?” “Yeah!” Nathan insisted “but it’s horrible being on your own.” Ruth smirked for a second “you don’t want your mum to have anyone in her life cuz that means she’s not there for you” Nathan was quick to interject “don’t try that reverse psychology A-level bullshit on me! I’m fine!” Ruth scoffed “your living in a community centre you’re doing great” Nathan just shrugged. “C’mom I’m sure you weren’t always there for your mum the way you want her to be there for you. I mean you’ve gotten caught up in girls and that” Nathan rolled his eyes “I don’t get caught up with girls” he defended. Ruth only scoffed again reeling back “yeah? You don’t do you? So I’m just imagining your infatuation with (y/n)? Hm?” Nathan just made a face at her. “See! You’ve no defence!” “Hey I’m not infatuated with her!” Ruth giggled casting her eyes down to the floor before looking back up again “from the moment I’ve met both of you, you’ve been stuck to her. You follow her around, always try to make her laugh, or impress her and always trying to touch her in some way” “okay yeah that doesn’t mean I’m infatuated with her!” “That’s exactly what it means!” Nathan thought about it a minute only to realise she was right. From the moment he’d met her he felt like he spent every moment she wasn’t there looking forward to her coming back. He hadn’t even known this girl long! Sure he’d wanted to shag girls before! Hell, he’d go as far to say he wanted to shag most girls he met but he wanted more than that from (y/n). “I…I don’t think I’ve ever actually liked a girl the way I like (y/n) before…” Nathan admitted nervously. Ruth smiled “is that why your so rubbish at this?” Nathan sat up straight “hey I am not-“ he paused as he saw her expression “okay maybe I’m a bit rubbish at this.” He admitted as he slouched back down. Ruth smiled at him and poked at his knee “would you like a drink?“ she asked “yeah…” he huffed childishly. Once she’d left the room Nathan examined his surroundings, seeing a cane and knitting needles. He’d picked up a magnifying glass to play around with as he called out to her “who’s house is this?” “It’s my Grans!” Ruth called back with a slight hesitation in her voice “I’m staying with her.” He continued messing around with random objects he’d found until she returned “is sherry okay?” She asked. Nathan gave a slightly disappointed nod and took the drink from her. Before Ruth could sit down the lights began to flash, Nathan’s eyes grew fuzzy as her form switched from one to another. After a few minutes the flashing stopped and Ruth had seemingly been replaced by an elderly woman. Nathan screeched in surprise as he launched himself to the other side of the room dropping the small glass of sherry onto the floor. “What the fuck?!” He wailed before sprinting out of the room and down the hall to the front door, he flung the door open and had only gotten a step or two out before Ruth grabbed him “Nathan wait!” She exclaimed. Once’s he’d turned around she was young again he stared at her in confusion “what the fuck was that?” She hesitated before answering “it was the storm. i just…I just wanted to be young again” she admitted. They both stared at each other a moment “come back inside.” She begged but he just shook his head “no! No no I can’t it’s just-it’s just too weird” he said breaking from her grasp and sprinting off as she stared helplessly.

The next day the group were back with the elderly crowd, today seeming to have a much better attitude about the whole thing as many of them danced happily with the older people. Nathan however just sat on the side gazing at (y/n) while she danced with an older man, the man was using what little athleticism he had left to throw out some eccentric moves and (y/n) was smiling brightly and laughing with him. Nathan huffed and looked up to see Ruth, old again, approaching him with a smile. He reeled back in panic before standing up and and jogging out of the community centre. (Y/n) witness the scene and rushed over to the woman who looked distraught at his sudden exit. She excused herself from her dance partner to rush over to her and help her sit down “sorry about him he’s just…well he’s just like that.” She joked, the woman nodded “I understand…” she smiled but there was clear sand was in her tone. (Y/n) smiled back as she cast a quick glance around the room “let me just uh…jet around, see if anyone needs anything and I’ll be right back, yeah?” Before (y/n) could walk off the elderly woman commented “and here I thought I was the love of your life…” (y/n) froze in place and then turned toward the woman slowly “sorry?” She asked, as if she’d misheard her. The woman grinned “the love of your life? your lord and saviour?” (Y/n) approached her slowly and kneeled in front of her, examining her thoroughly. She had a familiar twinkle in her eye, there was something so recognisable about the way her grin tugged on her wrinkled lips. “Ruth?” (Y/n) near whispered. The woman nodded. “But how…” she began but interrupted herself “the storm…” she’d realised. “I wanted to be young again…I suppose I hadn’t realised it would be temporary” Ruth admitted sadly. “Hey…” (y/n) said soothingly “you got to be young again! it doesn’t matter if it was only for a week or two! That’s a chance no one has ever gotten, and I think you lived that to the fullest” Ruth smiled and reached her hand up to pet (y/n)s hair. “I’ve known you for two days and you’re the only one who could make me feel better like this…” both of them smiled tearfully at each other before Ruth nodded to the door. “Go after Nathan, he needs some comfort right now” “are you sure?” “Listen to your elders!” Ruth joked and they both shared a small laugh. (Y/n) stood up, nodding to Ruth before she turned on her heel and followed Nathan.

(Y/n) walked until she found Nathan sat underneath the flyover smoking a joint. “Hey…” she calls out to him shyly. He just smiles at her wordlessly and stares into his lap. “So…I may have put together that the woman you ran away from in there was Ruth…” Nathan nods “yeah…” (y/n) walks right next to him and sits down. “Why did you run away from her?” She asked. Nathan reeled his head back considering the question “I dunno it’s just weird I guess, I went over to her house last night, I spill my guts to her and suddenly out of nowhere I’m talkin’ to someone’s nan!” (Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows “spilled your guts? What about?” Nathan looked at her and sucked in his bottom lip thoughtfully. “Me and my mum…we had a row. A bad one, worst we’ve ever had. She hit me…” “she hit you?!” “Yeah! She’d never hit me before so I just stormed out. I didn’t want to be alone but I couldn’t call you! So I went to hers, she used some psychology bullshit to pull some shit outta me I guess…” (y/n) gave him a saddened look “the rows with your mum? Is that why you’re  living in the community centre?” He just nods “why didn’t you tell me?!” Nathan huffs “I dunno ‘I’m a homeless who steals booze and sweets to survive’ isn’t exactly the most attractive thing I can tell ya about me.” (Y/n) huffs out a brief laugh and leans her head on his shoulder. “You can stay with me if ya want” she offerers. Nathan leans his head on her own “are ya sure?” He asks, his meekness seems incredibly out of character, he really must have have a tough couple of days. (Y/n) wraps her arms around one of his “course I’m sure!” Nathan huffs out a snort of laughter as he moves the arm she has in her grip to place his hand in her thigh “alright, I’ll move in with ya…since you’re twistin’ my arm” she punches his side “prick!” She giggles “hey!” He helps before wrestling her into a tight grip, clamping her arms down her side as they both giggle like children.

Before long the others trailed along, dressed in their jump suits and equipped with litter pickers and bin bags “hey what happened to yous two?” Curtis called out. Nathan raised his head from resting on (y/n)s “I will not be in a room where that song is playing,line in the sand my friend” he quipped back. Kelly rolled her eyes before turning her attention to (y/n) “who was that old woman you was speakin’ to?”(y/n)s faced turned sorrowful for a second before she exchanged a look with Nathan “uuuh that was Ruth…” Curtis looked from Nathan to (y/n) for a second “I thought Ruth was that blonde girl you were chattin’ with the other day” (y/n) just nodded “she was.” Everyone shared a look of confusion before (y/n) elaborated “it was the storm, made her young again.” The group all nodded before Kelly raised another question “why’d Nathan run away?” Nathan rolled his eyes, already sick of all the questions “I went over to hers last night and she turned back out of nowhere, I ran away cuz it was all so weird and now I just…can’t face her” Nathan looked to his lap. Alisha raised her eyebrows “did you shag her?!” They all laughed and Nathan’s eyes widened “No! What? No! ‘Course I didn’t shag her” the group just continued to laugh so Nathan just stood up and stormed off, (y/n) hot on his heels as she called after him.

Later that night Nathan was hauling several bags into (y/n)s flat, she had offered to help but he continuously refused. “Hey! This is pretty nice!” He jeered looking around the place. (Y/n) giggled and showed him where to put his stuff down. Once the abundance of bags were set down he looked back up to (y/n) “so what’s the uuuhh… the sleeping arrangement?” He asked while (y/n) was busying herself with some tidying. She pointed at him “pull-out” she said simply. Nathan froze and just blinked at her “sorry?” When (y/n) had looked back up at him he looked dumbfounded “the couch” she explained “oh!” Nathan shuffled fiddling with the collar of his shirt “right, right yeah…” (y/n) giggled before rejoining him where he was standing. “You wanna get a takeaway?” Nathan smiled “yeah”

The rest of the night was filled with shitty movies that they more put on to make fun of than watch and giggling as they threw popcorn at each other. At some point in the middle of it they found themselves with their hands intertwined, neither sure which one had done it and not daring to pull away. The first night Nathan was living with (y/n) they’d dozed off on the couch together, snuggled up close despite the ample room they had.

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[b-tchymoon]

Just Kiss me Already

A/N: So this is my first time actually posting any kind of imagine or one shot. So I apologize if it's trash. If you have any suggestions, let me know❤️

word count: 2k

cw: angst to fluff, enemies to lovers, cussing, minor details of inappropriate touching, Eddie being a dick at first, fem reader, Andy being a perv, y/n used

Edward Munson,

The biggest pain in your ass since you could remember. It never failed no matter what you did, he’d always have a shitty ass remark to make to it. If you said the sky was blue he’d tell you you're wrong and say it's pink just in spite.

You want to say it started in 8th grade when the talent show happened. Your band was also competing against everyone after Eddie bragged his band was the only band performing. To put the icing on the cake, your band at the time won 2nd place while his was in 4th. 

You would think that after almost 4 ½ years he would’ve gotten over it or grown up at all, WRONG. He has constantly sent glares yor way. You know because you were always glancing his way.

You couldn't help it, Eddie Munson was your personal eye candy. After all these years he still caught your eye. Did you still have a crush on him? Kind of. His shitty attitude normally left a bad taste in your mouth when you talked to him. Does that change the fact that his smile and the way he scrunched his nose when he was angry made you turn into a puddle? Absolutely not.

“The tension between you two could be cut with a spoon, Y/N.” Robin said as she stole another grape off my tray. “I don’t know why he hates me, Rob, I’ve literally done nothing to him.”

“Does it surprise you, he hates everyone besides his groupies.” You rolled your eyes at the remark. “Those groupies happen to include my brother, Mike and Lucas.” It was her turn to roll her eyes at you. “How are you even comfortable with Dustin hanging around him if he hates you? Isn’t that a little weird? I know that they’ve played DND at your house before because Steve has complained that Dustin is devoting all of his attention to Eddie most days.” 

“It’s not Dustin’s fault that he has more in common with Eddie, and Dustin doesn’t normally get involved in mine and Eddies drama. He minds his business.” You give Robin the rest of your grapes and let her know that you have to go to the library before your next period. “Don’t forget you told Steve you’d come see him today at the shop.” She called out as you were walking away.

You go to dump your tray and you are stopped by Jason Carver and his side-kick Andy. “Hey Y/N, you’re looking as beautiful as always.” You scrunch up your nose at Andy. “I have places to be boys, if you could move.” You attempt to move past them and Jason stopped you.

“Henderson, he’s just wanting to have a friendly conversation.” You glare at Jason. “I have places to be. Sorry not sorry.” You attempt to move past one more time. “C’mon Henderson, he just wants to invite you to the party Patrick is hosting tonight.” 

“As much as I would love to show up and still ignore your existence there Andy, I have to take my brother to his DND club tonight.” Andy’s face turns red at me declining his offer. “Of course, the satanic cult he’s in. I’d be careful if I were you Y/N, there are rumors that Eddie brainwashes people. Your brother, Dustin, seems to already follow him around like a lost puppy. Wouldn’t want you being his first sacrifice.” You take a step forward and get in Andy’s face. “Let me make a couple things clear to you, first off,  Dungeons and Dragons is a fucking game. Secondly, you better leave Dustin and the rest of Hellfire alone. If I so much as hear you breathe wrong around them, I will knock your teeth down your fucking throat. Am I clear?” You say glaring at him. All he does in return is smirk and say crystal. 

You push past the two boys and make your way over to the Hellfire table. “Dustin, do you need a ride home from school, or just from Hellfire?” Before Dustin could even get his answer out Eddie decides to cut in. “No bitches at our lunch table Henderson.” You cut your eyes at Eddie for a split second before snapping back. “Give me two seconds and I’ll move away from your sorry excuse of a table Edward.” 

Dustin jumped up and dragged you out of the lunchroom into the hallway. “Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N, are you trying to piss him off even more today.” You glare at Dustin. “I was just asking you a question. Do you need a ride home afterschool? I can give you one if you need.” He sighed and rubbed his face. “I’m staying at Lucas’ house tonight. Can you atleast try to get along with Eddie.  He is a great guy once you get to know him.” Dustin pats your shoulder and walks back into the lunchroom.

Later that day, you did as promised and met Steve at Family Video after school. “Y/N are you going to the party tonight?” You look at Steve like he grew 3 heads. “How the fuck do you know about a highschool party?” “Robin.” You roll your eyes and tell him no. 

“Why not? You love parties, Y/N.” You continue to flip through the horror movies at the counter. “I would rather not go to a party that Andy and Jason Carver invited me to. No thank you.” He scoffed and snatched the stack of movies away from you. “C’mon I get off at 7:00, I’ll go home, change and pick you up at 8. Please?” You scrunch your nose in disdain but reluctantly sigh. “Fine, since you’re practically begging me. I’ll go to this stupid party, but I swear Steve if I get uncomfortable-” “Then either I’ll take you home, or I will find someone who we both trust to take you home. Go home and get ready, and I’ll see you at 8ish” You roll your eyes and flip him off as you walk out the door.

As the time went by while getting ready, you managed to shower, blowdry your hair, and do your makeup. You decided on wearing your high waisted black bell bottom jeans, and a loose dark green crop, and your black booties. You were lacing up your booties when the doorbell rang and you heard Steve’s voice come from the living room. “I’m here Y/N, hurry up.” You grab your house keys and met him in the living room, he was wearing a matching dark green sweater and black jeans. “Damn great minds think alike huh Stevie?” He playfully shoves you out the front door and goes to his car as you lock the door.

We end up pulling up at his house and you look at him confused. “Why are we here and not the party?” He tells you that the party is a block away and we would be walking there. You get to Patricks house and knock and he opens the door greeting us. “Y/N, Steve, it’s good to see you guys! Come on in and make yourselves comfortable.” He leads us to the kitchen where he has about 15 different kinds of liquor. “The punch is spiked as well. If you guys don’t want alcohol there's water and sodas in the fridge.” He left us after that and went to do his own thing. 

“So Y/N, shots?” Steve asked, smirking at you. You agreed and you both picked your favorite liquor and took about 5 shots before he left you to go to the bathroom. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N it’s great to see your sexy ass here.” You turn to see Andy leaning up against the counter as you are pouring yourself a cup of punch. “Ah Andy, what can I do for you?” You ask before downing the cup and refilling it. “Oh nothing, just admiring you.” You make a disgusted face at him and tell him to quit being weird.

You walk past him and head outside to get some fresh air. All of the alcohol had finally started hitting you and you were tipsy. “It’s rude to walk away in the middle of a conversation.” You roll your eyes at him. “Andy, what do you want? Can’t you see that I’m not interested.” He glares and pushes you up against the wall. “I’m tired of you playing hard to get Henderson, you know you want me. Stop denying it.” He grabs your ass and attempts to kiss you. “Andy, stop.” He knocks your cup out of your hand and is about to pin your hand above your head when he is ripped off of you, and is shoved up against the wall beside you.

“She said no. Can you not fucking comprehend english?” The person who had him shoved up against the wall was Eddie fucking Munson. “She asked for it dude, chill the fuck out freak.” Eddie shoved him against the wall harder. “I heard her say stop. If you ever fucking touch her again I will fucking kill you. Now get lost.” He lets go of Andy and Andy runs back inside. “Did he hurt you?” You finally look away from the doorway Andy just ran in to see Eddie in front of you. “I’m okay Eddie-” “I asked did he hurt you.” You shook your head and started to tear up. 

“C’mon, Steve saw me come in and he asked me if I could give you a ride home. He left with some blonde chick.” You grab Eddies hand and let him lead you to his van. He opened the door and helped you in. “Thank you, my stupid knight in leather.” He smiled and shook his head. “How much have you drunk Henderson?” You tell him enough and he closes the door and gets in the driver's seat.

“Why are you helping me, Eds?” You asked him finally coming down from the adrenaline rush from earlier. “You could’ve gotten hurt Y/N, now buckle your seatbelt.” You do as he tells you to, but glare at him in the process. “Why the fuck do you care Eddie? All you have ever done is been a dick head to me. I’ve literally have done nothing wrong to you, and you fucking hate me.” 

“Oh yes, Y/N Henderson, little miss perfect ball of sunshine. Who thinks she can do no wrong and everyone loves her. Grow the fuck up.” You look at him shocked. “You know what fuck you Munson, I’ve always fucking defended you. I’ve tried being nice, but nothing ever fucking helps. You’re just a cunt, and to think I fucking liked you.” You scooted down in your seat and stared out the window as he continued to drive you home silently.

As he pulled up in your driveway and put his van in park, he turned to you. “You like me?” He muttered loud enough for you to hear. “Liked, well I don’t really know anymore. All you ever do is treat me like shit Eddie.” He sighed and rubbed his face. “Probably because you’re always glaring at me or staring at me like I am a disease.” You laugh at that. “Eddie, I only ever glare at you when I catch you glaring first, and the whole disease part, I never did that. I was just staring at you, to be honest” “Well you were judging me.” He said accusingly. “Eddie, I've never judged you.”

“So all of this time, you were just staring at me because?” He asked hesitantly. “Because I thought you were funny, attractive, sometimes loud, and really fucking hot.” He became flustered and played with his rings. “Tell me it's a joke.” You look at him confused. “Eddie, why would I joke about this?” He shrugged and made eye contact with me again. “I’ve always been afraid you’d hate me. That’s kind of why I acted the way I did.” You frown at that statement and grab his hand. “Eds, I could never hate you.” 

“You know Henderson, if you weren’t drunk, I’d fucking kiss you right now.” You smirk at him and tell him you’re not drunk. “So is that a yes, because as we’ve found out I can’t read-” You cut him off by grabbing his face and pulling his towards you.

“Just kiss me already Munson.”

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A STUDY IN YOU, chapter four

April 11th, 2018

The early signs of spring brought the Lower East Side to life. Clouds faded from the city and Max licked the ice cream cone in his hand. 

“I can’t believe we leave in less than a month,” he said, eyes shaded by big sunglasses, his legs crossed as you sat on the edge of the fountain. “I need to start packing.”

You laughed at your friend, licked your own cone and basked in the first warm day of spring. Naomi and Sophie were on their way, mid-day classes had them stuck inside when you and Max texted the group: we need ice cream pronto. 

You’d told your friends about the sudden change in plans regarding Cannes, blamed it on an email error and said that you were thrilled to hear from Dean Vasquez himself. Somehow, they bought it. 

“Too bad you won’t get to walk the red carpet,” you smirked at him, twisted your cone in your hand to make sure you were evenly distributing your licks. 

“Well we still have to dress like we’re walking it,” he made a face at you. “We can’t show up in sweatpants.”

“What ever would I do without you?” you said sarcastically--he couldn’t possibly think you weren’t aware of a dress code. 

“You’d wear sweatpants, apparently.”

You ignored his snarky remark, scanned the park to take in the sights of another change of season in New York. Flowers were starting to bloom, snow was officially melted, and, most importantly, you’d already interviewed at NBC and CBS. 

You’d heard back from them quickly, emails inviting you for an office tour and a chance to meet with execs. So far, so good. Now you just had to wait for a final decision, due by May 15th. 

So once Sophie and Naomi arrived the four of you meandered through campus, making your way to Grayson Hall for the mandatory Cannes trip meeting on the 6th floor. An amphitheater style lecture hall and a projection screen up front, the five faculty leading the trip chatted as students filed in. 

Laurie Anderson, Will Caddel, Jesse Anand, Marina Herrero, and, of course, Jason.

You found a spot in the second row, Max to your left and Sophie to your right. Naomi greeted her advisor--Laurie--and then fell in line. 

“How’s your weird relationship with Sudeikis?” Max asked as he opened his laptop, swiping through iMessages before he turned to see you. 

“It’s not weird,” you defended, uncomfortable with the child-like tone of your own voice. 

He looked at you expectantly. 

“Why do you think it’s weird?” You asked seriously. 

“Because sometimes when you guys interact it feels like you hate each other and other times it seems like there’s a high level of sexual tension,” he lowered his voice. Max had witnessed you firing off an email to Jason during the script draft debacle, he laughed and egged you on: you tell him, sister. 

But now you rolled your eyes, glanced over to Sophie who leaned closer when she heard the topic of conversation.

“Very cat and mouse,” she agreed. 

“I see him all the time, you guys. We’re friendly, I guess.”

“You spend a lot of time together,” Max noted. 

“For professional purposes,” you motioned around the room. 

Sophie made a face at that. “And take out after class and a drink at O’Hallorans.”

Max’s eyes went wide--guess the cat was out of the bag on that one. 

“For professional purposes,” you said again, a glance over to Jason at the front of the room. 

They followed your eyes towards him and you hit Max on the arm. “Don’t all look over there at once, Jesus.”

“Oh my god he was totally looking at you,” Sophie whispered. 

You kept your eyes on your laptop in front of you, tried your best to hide the excitement that bubbled in your veins. “Really?”

“No,” Sophie laughed, “but good to know your crush is going strong.”

“You’re an asshole,” you looked at Sophie, who wore a shit eating grin. “Aren’t we almost thirty? Do we have to play games like this?”

“Some of us are closer than others,” Max pouted. 

“Right,” you hissed quietly. “So grow the fuck up.”

A powerpoint flashed onto the screen at that, Will greeted the group and introduced the other faculty one by one. You couldn’t help but look around the room. Did anyone else in here stay late in his office? Did other students have his number and joke with him like you did?

It was no secret that Professor Sudeikis was highly sought after. His experience in the field directing two successful movies? His tenure as a staff writer on a popular sitcom in the early 2010s? 

And, aside from all that, there was the obvious: the glasses, the hair, the way he had a knack for making boring topics interesting and his ability to inject a hefty dose of sarcasm into any conversation.

They handed out an information sheet and went through the main details. Departure: May 7th. A red-eye to Barcelona and a connection to Cannes. The festival began the same day, you had tickets for two nights. A hotel downtown (not up to Max’s standards but still 4-stars), and, best of all, one night with nothing scheduled to explore the coastal city. 

Okay, maybe the best part was going to be the festival itself, but the thought of sipping champagne beneath palm trees had you and Sophie bouncing with excitement on your way out of the meeting. 

“Hey, actually,” you said to the group. “Give me a second, I’ll catch up.”

They watched as you turned on your feet and took a few steps towards him. You ignored the exaggerated whispers and waited a safe distance away when he laughed at something Will said. When he saw you, he looked back to Will. You could read his lips: Oh, can you hold on for just a second?

“Hi, sorry to interrupt,” you smiled up at him. 

He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. “No, hi, that’s okay.”

That’s when it hit you. You didn’t really have anything to say. Whatever it was that coursed through your veins when you were near him--adrenaline, lust, stupidity--had hijacked your body and brought you up to the front of the room. Thank god most people had left. 

You were a creative. An artist. And yet, thinking on your feet didn’t come that naturally to you. At least not right now. 

“I just wanted to say thank, again--uh--you know--”

He nodded, the look on his face let you know he was amused by the way you tripped over words and shifted awkwardly in front of him. 

“For the coffee, the other night, right?” He filled in the blank, covered your tracks and knew it. 

“Yes, yeah--very much appreciated.”

“Of course,” he nodded. 

“I’m gonna go,” you threw a thumb over your shoulder, gesturing towards your friends who made no effort to pretend they weren’t watching your every move. 

Max waved at Jason, Sophie snapped her gum, and Naomi looked like a deer caught in headlights. You cleared your throat. 

“Okay--sorry--I’ll see you later.”

“Wait--Y/N,” he reached out and caught hold of your elbow, tugging you back towards him. “You didn’t tell them, did you?”

A rebound, this was your chance. 

“Tell them what?”

He smirked. “I’ll see you later.”

April 24th, 2018

You paced outside his office door, 10:06am.

He was late. 

His brow furrowed when he rounded the corner and fished for his keys. 

“Where have you been?”

“Good morning to you too,” he laughed. 

“Don’t your office hours start at ten?”

“They do,” he sighed, unlocking the door and letting you in first, watching as you stepped inside. “Is this internship panic? Just so I know what I’m getting myself into…”

“I emailed after my interviews,” you ranted, setting your bag in its usual spot by your chair across from his. “Thanked them for having me, said how excited I was to learn more about them. No one emailed me back.”

He twisted the blinds on the window, looked at you over his shoulder like he knew you weren’t finished. 

“And I know they don’t technically have to let us know until the 15th, but--I don’t know--don’t you think they should have at least said hey we saw your email good job in your interview?”

“Do you need praise?” He laughed a little, eyed you skeptically like he couldn’t read you. 

“If you’re going to be a smart ass I’ll go complain somewhere else,” you said in a huff, your eyes immediately wide when you realized what you’d said. “Sorry--I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yes you did,” he shrugged casually, a close-lipped smile when he let his eyes sweep over your figure. 

You took a deep breath, stared at the tile floor of his office and focused. In, out, in out. How did he not realize how serious this was?

“Hey,” he came around his desk, put his hands on your shoulders when he looked you in the eyes. “They will get back to you eventually…even if it’s a rejection.”

“Not helping.”

He chuckled and moved to sit on the edge of his desk. You tried not to frown at the loss of contact.

“You already got an offer from New Age, right?”

“Yeah,” you said despondently. “But they’re my last choice.”

“When do you need to let them know?”

“They said I could have until the 15th.”

“Great--so you have a back up.”

“I guess.”

A beat of silence in the tiny office, books on the shelves behind you and scattered papers on his desk. 

“Are you always this high-strung?” He watched you expectantly, you shrugged and slunk into the seat directly in front of him. 

“I’ll pretend that’s a compliment.”

“Just an observation.”

You looked up at him, noticed that there was less space between you than usual. He sighed, kept your gaze for a second until you asked:

“Are you this close with all of your advisees?”

He parted his lips but didn’t speak, scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly and then stood, walked around the corner of his desk. “I--uh--I don’t really know what you mean.”

“Nevermind,” you shook your head, feeling small and stupid and insecure. Too close, right? You tiptoed up to the line and now he pulled away. It felt less surprising than you hoped.

“Is there something else you needed this morning?”

You looked up at him, stood and slung your bag over your shoulder. A shake of your head, a huff of air from your nose in frustration.

No,” you turned to leave. “There’s not.”

The next few days were awkward. You hurried out of class and avoided his eyes when you handed out graded papers to the undergrads. 

No update on the internship front, and, therefore, even less reason to interact with Jason. At least, that’s what you told Sophie when you sat on her couch one evening and bit into a slice of pizza.

“Why are you making that face when I say his name?” She asked around a cheesy bite. “Is the honeymoon over?”

“He can be an asshole,” you shrugged, ignoring her jab. “He was annoying the other day.”

“Why?”

You took your own bite and chewed, thought about how to explain it to Sophie without adding fuel to her fantasy fire. 

“Can you not make a big deal out of it for a second? Can you just be normal and hear me out? You know, provide emotional support?”

She rolled her eyes a little at that, a soft smile when she nodded. “Yes. I’ll be an adult for 30 seconds.”

You let out a sigh, felt a wave of embarrassment at the thought of saying it all out loud. 

Was it weird? Was Max right? Maybe whatever tiny crush turned friendship—or whatever it was—had officially crossed a line that even you felt weird about.

“I showed up at his office the other day,” you explained. “I was stressed about internships and waiting to hear back—and it was fine, you know—he was nice and kind of reassuring.”

“Yeah?” She let her eyes narrow when she waited for more. 

“And there was kind of this moment, I don’t know.”

This got her excited. She sat up straight and her eyes lit up. “What kind of moment?”

“I don’t know,” you groaned, leaned back on the couch and took a bite of your crust. Messy words through a full mouth: “I asked him if he’s close with all of his advisees.”

You thought Sophie’s eyes were as wide as they could get, but they practically bugged out of her head at that. 

“And what did he say?”

“He got weird and quiet and said—“ you lowered your voice to sound like him. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You spooked him,” she nodded, still excited.

“What?”

She shrugged casually. “You acknowledged the elephant in the room.”

“I don’t know if I’d call it an elephant.”

“Y/N—has anything happened between the two of you?”

“What? Like sexually?”

Sophie nodded seriously, reaching for a wine glass she’d left on the coffee table. 

“No—it’s not—I don’t think that’s the type of thing happening.”

“Well we all know you have the hots for him,” she said quickly. “And I’ve seen the way he looks at you. It wouldn’t surprise me if—“

You cut her off, shook your head and sighed. “No, no, no, Sophie, do not go there.”

“Oh come on, you’re telling me you haven’t thought at all about it?”

“I mean aside from that dream…”

Right. The stupid dream that started this whole thing. It was random. Had you noticed that your advisor was handsome and funny and all of that? Sure. But you’d never thought about it seriously until, well…

Sophie lifted her eyebrows, silently calling your bluff. 

“I’m just saying—it doesn’t surprise me that he got weird seeing as we all know you guys are, I don’t know—complicated.” 

You chewed on her words and another slice of pizza, managed to successfully distract her by asking about the research she was doing for an independent study. 

By 9pm she’d put on some music, opened another bottle and laughed when you got a text from Max: will anyone else have room in their suitcase for my extra clothes?

You were tugging on your jacket when your phone chimed before 10. Sophie saw the way you smiled when you read the text, and for whatever reason, she didn’t ask.

Jason Sudeikis (9:56pm): Sorry I was a dick the other day. See you on Tuesday.

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Chrissy Ran Away - 3/3 - Fic

Chapter 3: On the wharf, I was caught in a tailspin

Eddie wasn’t being so friendly to her now. He’d barely spoken to her since she turned up covered in mud and leaves with a fucked up knee. He seemed to be doing his best to avoid her completely. What if Chrissy ran from Eddie after her vision? What if it pushed them apart? They share a joint and it gets much much worse. My take on 'Chrissy lives'.

Word Count: 10,188 (Oh god, I'm sorry)

Chapter: 3/3

Warning: some non-con touching about halfway through.

Also on Archive of Our Own.

Previous Chapter 1/3 here.

Previous Chapter 2/3 here.

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Chrissy knew she was pretty. Knew she had a nice symmetrical face (according to a magazine quiz it was a ’heart-shape’) and people always remarked on her smile. Ever since middle school people had taken it upon themselves to comment on her looks as if she should be eternally grateful for their compliments and praise. She always pictured her mom’s screwed up face when she heard the word ugly - always saw the sewing machine she would bring out when she thought Chrissy looked heavy. The way she uttered the word ugly made it sound like the most awful thing that could ever happen. Forget about disease or poverty or mental illness. No no, being considered ugly was a sin in the Cunningham homestead. 

So Chrissy knew her appearance meant a lot. It held weight. It was the only real source of currency she owned and could trade off (you know - apart from actual currency). She had learned by the tender age of twelve (when her body started changing in funny new embarrassing ways) the impact her looks had on others and that other people felt good and treated her nice when she smiled and giggled and tried. 

Her mom would repeat over and over that appearance was everything. It didn’t matter how shitty you felt inside as long as you kept it to yourself. Chrissy’s mom was not a brilliant example of a good mom. Chrissy knew this. Her counsellor Ms Kelley knew this. Her father probably knew this though he would never lift a finger to help. Chrissy worried about turning into her mom one day but maybe the real worry was taking after her dad instead. Turning the cheek and ignoring what was right in front of you to keep up the facade of normal. Her parent’s greatest fear was to be abnormal and (God forbid) it tarnish their carefully curated reputation of a perfect upper-middle class wholesome family. Reagan’s wet dream, honestly. 

So even though Chrissy woke up the next morning feeling embarrassed and broken and totally called out, she could at least try not to look it. 

It was like when Jason asked about her headaches (which was weird in itself as he rarely noticed little things like that) and her automatic response had been to give him a pretty smile and lie and say they were probably due to her ‘monthly troubles’ instead. Jason had chuckled at that and rolled his eyes, appropriately (because society said it was okay) abashed. “Well take it easy, babe,” he’d said, pressing a distracted kiss to her cheek, his thoughts already turning to the big championship game coming up. “Have some candy or something.”

Because that’s what boyfriends did when you were unwell right? They’d buy flowers or chocolates or teddy bears with creepy stitched up mouths. 

Chrissy hadn’t really thought about Jason much over the last few days but instead of feeling guilty or worried she felt sort of…fine? In the films and TV shows she liked to watch, girls in trouble always went to their boyfriends first for comfort, but the idea of calling Jason now was just something she didn’t want to do. Was that unfair? Nancy’s boyfriend Jonathon (who she vaguely remembered from photography class) knew everything that was going on with Vecna and the upside-down world. She even caught the cute little looks Lucas and Max exchanged when they thought no one was watching, and Nancy’s brother Mike Wheeler was linked to this superhero El. They all seemed fine and even bolstered by sharing this madness with one another. 

She tried picturing Jason’s face if she told him about Vecna and nearly dying. Would he offer to come here and help Steve build up the defences? Show the freshmen how to shoot straight? Buy her candy? No, he’d probably get more angry at Eddie and the fact she was in his trailer, than her coming so close to having all her bones snapped and her eyes gouged out. He seemed so far removed from all this that she couldn’t fathom him beside her in this world of magic and hellfire. 

Eddie’s reproachful words from last night kept ringing in her ears… ‘did you hear what he did to that kid two weeks ago? Their parents had to pick them up’.

She was so ashamed. That poor kid. She was ashamed too that Eddie knew she had no idea about it. Like he assumed Jason would hide it from her and she would just go on with her little (sparkly pink bubble) life. ‘You just don’t know’.

Well she knew now, and she would not be like her father and ignore it. She was resolved to try and make things right at school even if it brought on Jason’s ire. The idea of him picking on Dustin or Mike Wheeler or any of them made her chest feel tight. 

Beep beep beep. 

Chrissy managed to get maybe two hours of sleep when the alarm on Steve’s watch went off and she groaned at the sudden rude awakening. She pushed her face deeper into the pillow, away from the sunshine beaming in through a blind. She tried to ignore that the pillow smelled like the eucalyptus shampoo Eddie used. There was also the unmistakable smell of cigarettes and weed but instead of being turned off she found it unexpectedly comforting. 

She felt Steve roll over and then there was a delicate pause. 

“Uh…Hi… Chrissy?”

“Hi Steve,” she mumbled. 

“Uh…there a reason you’re here and not Eddie? Not that I’m complaining, just a bit of a surprise first thing in the morning, is all.” 

Steve was peering over his pillow at her, bleary eyed and yawning. His hair was sticking up in all different directions and the sleepy hand he ran through it only made it worse. He still seemed half asleep. Chrissy might have giggled if she didn’t feel like total crap. 

“Couldn’t sleep so I took over the watch from Robin. Then Eddie came down and…well… he took over. Told me to come up here.” 

“Alright.”

“Steve?”

“Mhmm?”

“I heard the ticking noise again last night. Nothing floaty happened, but I thought you should know just in case. I think Nancy’s right. I think…I think it happens when I’m feeling really sad about something.”

“Damn.” She heard him swallow. “So I guess we’ve got to keep you and Max happy then. Happy thoughts an’ all. What got you so down?”

“I…I had a chat with Eddie and we kind of argued. We both said some really shitty things.” 

That was putting it mildly. 

She sighed and it seemed to reverberate down to her toes. She felt like the mattress might swallow her up whole. She eyed Eddie’s bag in the corner of the bedroom and the Hellfire Club T-shirt he so treasured screwed up beside it. His heavy belt was there too and the chains he clipped to the side of his jeans when he was trying to lean into the scary freaky look. 

“I think he hates me now.”

She wasn’t sure how to feel about someone hating her. It was a new. Everyone at school seemed to like her a lot and she never got into arguments or drama. Maybe some of the other cheerleaders were a bit put off when she beat them for the captain spot but they didn’t say anything mean. Her parents didn’t exactly treat her nice but that wasn’t out of hate. They said it was out of love. 

Steve’s voice noticeably softened. “Nah. He doesn’t hate you, Chrissy.  Far from it. The guy’s just…I don’t know…”

“Hanging on by a thread?”

“Exactly, yeah. He’s got a lot going on in that fucked up head of his…and he was a nutcase before all of this too, you know? We’re all trying our best but…it’s hard. He likes you though. Trust me.” 

Steve wouldn’t say that if he’d heard the way Eddie spoke to her last night…or this morning? Ugh. Or the way she spoke back to him. She tried not to linger on the awful expression on his face when she threw the words ‘hypocrite’ and ‘jealous’ at him like sharp darts. She’d meant every word - but she still felt bad. She wasn’t the kind of person to enjoy inflicting pain on others just because she was losing her mind, or punching down on someone who was already sinking. 

“We bought coffee, right?” Steve yawned again as he sat up and stretched, wisely changing the subject. “I can’t function without at least two cups in the morning. And Henderson has really been dialling up his attitude recently. The little shit.”

Chrissy sat up too and only then fully appreciated what an awkward situation they were both in. She’d deliberately not slipped under the sheets when she came to bed so they weren’t exactly side by side but it was still weird. She got out from under her borrowed blanket and wobbled to her feet. Christ, her head was reeling from the lack of sleep and food. And weed, probably, even though she barely had half. 

“I’m going to shower and I’ll make some. I think I spotted a coffee maker stashed in one of the cupboards.”

Steve hummed happily as Chrissy padded out the room barefoot. They had all agreed to keep the bedroom doors ajar last night so the person on guard duty could do their checks. Chrissy spotted a note tacked on their wood with what looked like gum. 

Gone to get milk - E.

The idea of Eddie coming up here while she was asleep and seeing her side by side with Steve made her feel odd, even if he’d been the one to suggest it. Another thought to push way down and ignore. 

She jumped in the shower before anyone else was up and washed and scrubbed her body thoroughly (who cared if her skin was pink and sore as a result?). She then scrubbed at her face and brushed her teeth. She applied her make up so well that you would never suspect she’d been awake all night crying over ticking and spiders and Eddie Munson telling her she was a sheep. She tossed her head side to side and smiled when the reflection met her approval. Once finished she towelled herself off and got dressed. 

She hadn’t been able to stuff much into her cheer bag but dug out an (admittedly wrinkled) flowery summer dress that would still look okay if she smoothed it down with her fingers. The thin straps showed off her slim shoulders but the skirts hid her knees. She decided to leave her hair down to dry as she hadn’t brought a hairdryer (though Steve probably had an emergency one stashed beside his hairspray). She very rarely wore her hair down because Jason said he preferred in a ponytail or in plaits. It felt different. New. She used her fingers to fluff out her bangs. 

Downstairs Dustin and Lucas were already awake and poking around the kitchen cupboards hopefully. Chrissy asked them to start up the coffee machine and found some breakfast stuff. By the time Robin and Steve came downstairs she was whisking pancake batter in one of Rick’s bowls. Robin said Max was still in the shower and Nancy was keeping an ear out. 

“You’re an angel, Chrissy,” Robin added gratefully, plonking herself down at the table. Her wet hair was still wrapped up in a towel. “Do we have syrup?”

“No way. Chocolate chips are the way to go,” Dustin corrected, still in his pyjamas. He reminded Chrissy of her little brother when he was still nice and occasionally an ally against their parents. 

Chrissy served up the pancakes as they debated the perfect pancake toppings. She never actually ate pancakes herself (far too many calories) but her grandma showed her how to do it when she was little and she could even do the perfect flip (naturally). While the others tucked into their food with thanks, she buttered some toast and nibbled it while leaning against the counter. 

She suddenly thought about those creepy lifeless women on the covers of Good Housekeeping. All made up with stiff fake smiles and with hair that looked totally pristine. She probably looked like one of them now. 

But no matter how pretty and composed she looked or how attentively she listened to Robin debate the virtues of pancakes versus crepes, Chrissy felt herself tense all over again when she heard the front door open. She turned at once to make herself a cup of coffee even though she hated it black. It would give her an excuse to do something with her hands besides wringing them together like a one dimensional damsel-in-distress character in their Dungeons and Dragons game (though Dustin, Lucas, and Eddie all seemed keen to them). 

“Daddy’s back safe and sound, kids, despite the looming threat of annihilation and bogus wizards that make even Saruman the White look like a pansy. Miss me?”

“You get milk?” Steve asked bluntly. 

“Yes dear. Got some more snacks too seeing as Lucas’ gone through like three bags of chips already.”

“Thanks man,” Lucas said, relieved. 

“I grabbed some gas too if you guys still want to hit up the War Zone?” Eddie added. “There’s plenty of room in the back of the van for guns, grenades, nunchucks…Could probably smuggle in some rocket launchers too.” 

“Flame throwers,” Nancy corrected him, walking into the kitchen. 

Chrissy didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know everyone was glancing at Nancy with a fair amount of respect (maybe a smidge of fear too). 

Hands wearing heavy silver rings placed shopping bags down onto the countertop beside her. A carton of milk appeared by the coffee pot but she ignored it stubbornly as she filled her mug to the brim. It took all her resolve not to shudder when the bitter liquid touched her tongue. Ew. 

“Can I grab a cup, ‘Rissy?” Nancy asked. 

‘Rissy? She liked that. “Sure, Nance.” 

Chrissy turned to see Nancy (followed by a clean and dressed Max) joining the others at the table. Eddie remained standing though as he slowly unpacked food into the cupboards.

Like her, he looked completely composed. He was wearing his usual ripped jeans but instead of a rock shirt he’d pulled on the black and red flannel that usually adorned his waist. Other than that though, the same Eddie; creepy rings that no store in Hawkins would surely sell, guitar pick around the neck, the now-familiar bat tattoo on his elbow (his sweet ol’ tatties, she remembered him saying). The only subtle tells that something may be amiss were the faint purple circles beneath his otherwise warm brown eyes and the fact he needed a shave (but saying that so did Steve). 

Eddie was putting away chips and soda and laughing at something Robin said. He even responded with a joke of his own in that flirty tone he seemed so comfortable using. Totally at ease. Totally in control. But it can’t be real, Chrissy thought, not after what he said this morning. He must be running on fumes. 

Which meant he had an excellent poker face. It almost rivalled her own. The others would observe them going out for milk, making breakfast, helping. Both of them seemingly fine. Christ, they could be her parents. 

Chrissy forced her shoulders to relax and flashed a blinding smile. When she spoke she made sure her voice was peppy and cheerful like she was getting ready for a cheer rally. Looking at her now you’d think she was running for the 1986 Miss America title and not miserable and sad and so fucking tired. Aren’t you proud of me, mom? 

“Want some pancakes too, Nance? Max?” she asked. “And you? How do you take your coffee, Munson?”

He almost - almost - cracked at that but caught himself just in time. She was nearly impressed.

“I can make it myself thanks,” he was all he said. 

–

They were indeed still going to the War Zone today. It was Nancy’s idea originally after spotting an advert in the paper but Eddie seemed to know about it too. It was about a two hour drive away and sounded like a Republican paradise. It would definitely have all the weapons and tools they needed until El and the others got there and they could regroup. Steve offered to drive but Eddie shut him down real quick. Only he drove his van, he explained. It wouldn’t run for anyone else. 

“Some of us should stay to guard this place,” Robin pointed out. “I don’t mind. I’m still sleepy from last night.”

Max and Lucas were quick to bow out too. Nancy was going to stay as well as she wanted to phone Jonathon again and check on his progress. Chrissy noticed her fingers twitching when she said this but didn’t make a deal of it. Nancy rarely spoke about Jonathon so maybe there was something not quite right there (though who was she to talk? Jason who?). She felt herself getting closer to Nancy every day but she still wasn’t sure they were in the boy-chat territory. Guns? End of the world? Sure. Heartbreak though? She felt herself growing closer to Robin too but there was something…different…about Robin she couldn’t quite place. It was like she belonged in a different era - one in the future maybe where they used flying cars and everyone was cool like her. She’d assumed at first she was Steve’s girlfriend but after only a millisecond it became abundantly clear they were just best of friends. 

Maybe one day after saving the world (they could do it) she and Nancy and Robin could crack out some wine coolers and discuss all the wonderful highs and tragic lows of being a teenage girl. Maybe even Max could join in. She’d like that a lot. 

So it was Eddie, Dustin, and Steve who got ready for the War Zone and then to everyone’s surprise Chrissy said she wanted to go too. She hurriedly retrieved her purse and opened it wide so they could see the large amount of cash wedged inside. 

“Woah!”

“Did you rob a bank?” Max said, eyeing her curiously, and Chrissy laughed.  

“It’s just my savings and what I could find in my dad’s office. Don’t worry, he’ll never notice it missing. He’s always leaving cash around the house. I brought some of my gold jewellery too in case we need to pawn it…though someone will have to help me. I’m not exactly sure how to pawn things,” she admitted. The words sounded unbelievably odd on her tongue. “I never wear any of it so I don’t mind. I only wear this one…” She gently flicked a nail against the ‘86’ at her neck. 

“We can’t accept your savings, Chrissy! You’ll need it for college, right?” Nancy pointed out. 

“Don’t worry, I have a separate college fund which is under lock and key. My dad won’t let me touch it until after I graduate. It’s his guarantee that…well, that I don’t drop out and do something to embarrass the family,” she said. “Please. I know you guys have all chipped in here and there and I wanna help too. Use this money to buy the…weapons…and food and things.”

“That’s really generous honestly but really we can manage if we stretch our money together. I think we’ll be okay if we’re careful.”

“But I don’t want you guys to be just okay. You’re so brave by doing all this - the least I can do is make sure money isn’t an issue, you know? This is something I can actually contribute to the group. Please just use it.”

She looked imploringly at Steve then. Steve came from a similar background to her own and must surely get it. Chrissy didn’t need this money and likely never would whereas she knew some of the others came from humble backgrounds and it just wasn’t fair. She found speaking about all of this uncomfortable - Jason and her other friends were just as privileged as her and her mom would rather die than discuss something as tacky as money - but Chrissy held fast because this gesture would alleviate some of the pressure from the others. It was her way of pulling her weight. 

“And…” she added brightly, smiling. “It would really annoy my mom if she ever knew and that thought makes me seriously happy. That’s got to be worth it, right?”

Steve laughed and she knew she’d won. “Alright, thanks Chriss. We’ll use the money today. Keep your jewellery though…we’ll only pawn that as a last resort, kay?”

Chrissy thought she saw a flash of relief cross both Steve and Nancy’s faces (they must have been worrying about this too) before they turned away and that made up for any embarrassment. 

Thankfully Dustin called shotgun in the van and the conversation shifted to a debate about what radio station to listen to. Chrissy collected her things - she borrowed a pair of Rick’s aviator sunglasses too as it was sunny (she hoped he wouldn’t mind) - and made to follow the others outside. 

But a touch to her elbow made her hesitate and Max was there looking awkward. “…I know we haven’t really spoken much before but I just wanted to say… that you do contribute to the group. Maybe you don’t feel that way, but it’s…nice…having you here.” Every nice word seemed to pain her but she held herself steady. She had a kind of intensity in her eyes which would surely make grown men tremble.  

She could be a governor or a DA, Chrissy thought, speechless. She finally choked out, “Thanks for saying that Max.”  

“Yeah whatever. Bring me back some peanut butter, ok? Smooth. I like that best on my pancakes.” 

Evidently dismissed, Chrissy jumped up onto the passenger seat beside Steve and Eddie started the engine. Eddie was the one to pick the music (“my van - my rules, Henderson”) and fiddled with the radio until some loud rock blasted out from the speakers. A few minutes later they were driving along the lake towards town. 

End of passion play, crumbling away

I'm your source of self-destruction

Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear

Leading on your death's construction

Chrissy folded down the skirt of her summer dress so it lay neat against her thigh and settled back on the leather seat, doing her very best not to look ahead at the driver. She tried to ignore Dustin babbling about making  improvised weapons, or Steve complaining about the volume, or the thought of a certain pair of eyes watching her in the mirror. Instead she slipped on the too-big sunglasses, pulled out a shitty Capitalist magazine from her bag, and unfurled it resolutely. She would read it word to word like it was a textbook for class. No matter what anyone else thought. 

“Woah, what happened to your hand?” Dustin was saying. That did draw her attention. 

“Girls dig bruised knuckles, man, what can I say? They love that dangerous vigilante look. I caught it in the van door earlier, Henderson, I’m alright. It’s no biggie.” 

Did she imagine it or did Steve glance her way? She looked back at her magazine pointedly. 

Taste me, you will see

More is all you need

Dedicated to

How I'm killing you

“This music is killing me,” Steve grumbled. 

“It’s not so bad.” It wasn’t Chrissy’s style of music either but she liked the lyrics. “I think the band’s called metal something.” 

“Metallica,” Eddie corrected without looking round. 

She thought about the other time she’d taken a ride in Eddie’s van before her vision of Vecna. She’d met him in the car park after the championship game (ears still ringing from the cheers) so he could drive her back to his trailer for something stronger. He’d surprised her by holding the passenger door open like a gentleman from those old black and white movies. He’d even offered to let her pick the music though now it was his van, his rules. She’d been too nervous to suggest anything though. She remembered that whole journey being very very aware of just how bare her legs looked in her short cheerleading skirt. 

It was getting hot so she tried unrolling the window but the handle seemed to be busted. Eddie must have noticed because his window was suddenly down and a burst of cool air snaked around her shoulders and made her sigh. 

The War Zone was exactly as Nancy and Eddie described. Everything was made from lumber and it smelled strongly of polish and pine and oil. Testosterone in a bottle. There were rows and rows of clothing displays - hunting jackets, cargo pants, heavy work boots - as well as all the hunting and fishing equipment you could ever need. Behind the (again wooden) counters the guns and knives were locked away side by side in glass cabinets, and she thought they looked intimidating and scary. 

They let Steve take the lead inside. He seemed in his element and casually reeled off all the things they would need. He asked her and Dustin to go pick out some of the heavy duty coats and boots so Chrissy found herself ambling down the aisles with a heavily laden basket. She picked out a few things she thought might be helpful. She almost kissed Dustin on the cheek when he spotted a padded jacket he thought she might like (“There’s no pink, but it’s got little dots like your dress?”). It was so unbelievably cute that she thanked him and put it straight into the basket. They actually started having some fun picking bits out together (Dustin was going full Rambo with his own choices) - and inevitably their laughter started to draw stares. 

Not at Dustin though. At her. 

There were a few men openly staring at her now and she tried to ignore it like she always did when she drew unwanted attention. “Thank the heavens for that summer dress,” a man nearby drawled. He looked about the same age as her father. Maybe even older. “What’s a sweet girl like you doing here?”

She could hear Robin’s voice in her mind saying ‘buying a deadly weapon, dipshit, what’s it look like?’

Chrissy remained silent though. She knew that if she responded it would encourage them. It was a lesson that had been drummed into her ever since middle school. Don’t respond. Don’t be a tease. Don’t lead them on. Another voice behind her piped up. “Want a date, honey? Ditch the kid and come back to my van, eh? We can have ourselves a little party.” 

Dustin looked angry but was clearly out of his element and unsure how to best handle this sort of thing. “Let’s go back to Steve and Eddie, Chrissy. We’ve got enough stuff,” he said instead. His trust in the older guys seemed unshakeable. 

“Sure thing, Dustin. Everything’s cool, okay? Just ignore them.” 

They walked back over to the counter and waited. Steve was signing some paperwork and had four guns lined up on the counter in front of them. Chrissy stood as close to Steve’s side as she could and hoped that maybe those men would assume he was her boyfriend and leave her alone. They certainly looked like they could be a couple with their preppy clothes and looks. 

She saw Dustin whispering something into Eddie’s ear just as someone said loudly, “Want to come hold my gun, babe? I’ll let you polish it. Might even go off.” His friends seemed to think this was real funny because they began cracking up. 

Steve and Eddie heard that. She felt herself blush. “Sorry about this. Don’t worry, they’ll wind down in a little bit. Let’s just finish up and go…” 

“You can polish both our guns at the same time!”

“Shit,” Steve muttered. He was flushed too and she felt awful. “Sorry, Chriss. Just paying now. Won’t be long…Hey, can we speed this up please?”

She pressed closer to his side. Chrissy had this trick during times like this where she would try and physically make herself very small as a way of trying to hide. Her shoulders were already turning inwards and she crossed her arms over her chest. She tried to focus on what Steve was saying to the cashier but it was drowned out by a roaring noise in her ears. She wished Dustin would stop whispering to Eddie. She wished they would stop looking at her. 

But then someone brushed up close against her back. She felt a lingering hand on her hip. Her ass. She couldn’t stop herself from squeezing her eyes shut and grimacing. 

Here would be the part where someone should step in or where Chrissy finally told this jerk to get the fuck away from her (maybe even a tall body shielding her with his own, a gentle hand guiding her away) but this was 80’s Indiana and that shit didn’t happen just yet. The ideas of what to do when your customer or friend was being fucking manhandled in public just weren’t invented yet - and she could see her friends were pissed off but they hung back because they didn’t have the fucking right to get involved, you know? They weren’t her boyfriends or father or brother, they weren’t her. If she asked them to punch this guy's lights out they would in a heartbeat (and Eddie and Steve looked like they were gunning for it) but she didn’t. Chrissy just clenched her jaw and took it. 

They paid and left, and as soon as she slid onto the backseat she pushed on Rick’s sunglasses and stared out the window. She could feel the guys glancing at her (worried, angry, guilty) but they were following her lead and giving her some space. They made it a few miles before Steve reached out and turned the heavy rock music back on. 

“Did that asshole hurt you, Chrissy?” Dustin said at last and because it was Dustin she answered honestly. 

“No. He just touched my leg and my…” She shuddered at the memory and seemed to shrink even further back into the seat. “I’m sorry you had to see it. I swear I didn’t say a word to any of them or smile or even look at them. I didn’t…”

“You don’t have to be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

She could have told him about the lecture she got at church when one of the pastors touched her leg because she wore a dress that was one inch too short, but Dustin didn’t need to know about any of that crap. He was just a kid. “I should have just stayed in the car,” she sighed. 

“It’s just not…fair. You can’t just not exist, you know? I don’t know…it’s messed up.”

“Yeah, it is.”

He paused for such a long time that Chrissy thought he was done, but then he turned around properly and peered through the seats at her. “Chrissy? I’m sorry I didn’t…you know, defend you when that first creep said something. I didn’t know what to do and kind of freaked. Next time I’ll be better, though, I promise. I’ll look after you.” 

So this time Chrissy did lean forwards and press a kiss to his cheek. Dustin turned an alarming shade of red but he smiled. “You were perfect, Dustin. I promise. Never change, little guy, okay?”

She felt tears spring to her eyes so once again turned her head to the window. 

She didn’t notice Eddie pat Dustin on the shoulder. Or Steve messing up his hair. 

**

When they got back to Rick’s it was way past lunchtime but Nancy had left them some cheese sandwiches in the fridge. Chrissy took hers outside to eat in the back garden, along with a book she borrowed from Dustin. “Keep the door open though, yeah?” Steve had called. She promised she would. 

She dragged one of the wooden chairs from the circle towards the dock in what she considered was a perfect spot by the lake edge. Here she would be able to enjoy the last of the day’s sunshine and hear the gentle flow of the river in peace. She’d even borrowed one of Rick’s floppy fishing hats so the sun wouldn’t burn her nose again (poor Rick - she might as well try on his boots next). She’d thought about sitting in this spot last night - this morning - when she was out here sharing that joint with Eddie and thought it would be such a sweet place to relax and unwind. It was so quiet here. 

It was quiet back in the house too. Nancy and Robin were spending the afternoon researching the Creel family in the library archives and had taken Steve’s car. The others seemed happy enough to admire their new cache of weapons and gear and Steve was trying to get the TV to work so he could watch a sports game. 

There wasn’t much for Chrissy to do this afternoon except to stay quiet and not draw any more trouble. 

She could still feel those prickling eyes on her face and body and hear those vile comments at the War Zone. The laughter. They’d found it funny to make her uncomfortable and humiliate her. Like it was a game. And why hadn’t she spoken up? Why not answer like Robin or Max or Nancy might have? No, she’d just tried to ignore it and wait it out like a storm. Hadn’t she already made the decision not to end up like her parents? To challenge Jason? To stand up, to say something, to shout and make some fucking noise. She was off to a crap start. 

Christ, she was so weak. She couldn’t even go to a store with her friends without stirring up some kind of mess. She thought about Dustin’s helplessness when it first started to happen and Steve’s sympathetic (pitying, her dad’s voice corrected) smiles in the car after. She’d upset Eddie again. She should have just stayed in the damn car. 

She couldn’t focus on the book in her hands or even the sunshine. Everything suddenly felt so cold and dark. She hurled her sandwich into the lake. 

She made a noise that sounded like a whimper. Fuck fuck fuck. 

And just as she fell to her lowest - it happened. 

It started with a dark shape emerging beneath the surface of the lake. It was big - maybe the same size as a person - and way too big to be an eel or a fish. Maybe it was a body? Chrissy was suddenly standing and she peered over the edge and saw it was starting to move towards her. She stepped back (not noticing that the chair was no longer behind her). She began rubbing her eyes. She’d heard about people cracking up from stress and exhaustion. Maybe it was finally her time?

But then the ticking started and it filled her belly with an icy cold horror. Tick. Tick. Tick. 

She suddenly knew that whatever that thing in the water was, it was not something good and it was going to hurt her. She did not want that thing to come any closer! 

But it did. The top of its head broke the surface and she saw grey slimy flesh…

“No…” she moaned. “You’re not real. This isn’t real.”

Like a nightmare, Vecna’s face emerged inch by inch as he drew closer. His black lifeless eyes were staring at her and when she flinched back, he smiled. His teeth (black and sharp like fangs) twisted into a terrifying grin. “Chrissy…” he seemed to sing her name like it was a verse or a melody. “It’s time Chrissy.”

Chrissy shook her head as she took another step away from the water’s edge. She turned to run back to the house (to her friends and safety) but it was no longer daytime. Dark smoke caged her senses and the grass beneath her bare feet turned now to ash and soot. The smoke flooded her nose and mouth and she gagged on it. The sickening taste of death clawed at her throat making her eyes water. 

“You’ve been so clever trying to run away from me, Chrissy, but you knew I’d come back to claim you. You always knew, didn’t you? In the back of your mind. You knew that we needed each other. Poor Chrissy. You’re so tired, aren’t you? So exhausted. Let me help you…”

She couldn’t see the house or the dock or anything. Everything was so dark. 

“You don’t want to help me,” she cried. “You want to murder me.”

“No. I want to help you become something bigger than yourself. Something incredible and exciting. Chrissy…come to me. You’re so good at doing exactly what you’re told. Come to me now.”

He was rising out of the water and then - as sudden as a blink - he was standing before her, tall and threatening. She stumbled back against something hard and knew she could not run away. She felt her legs buckle beneath her and she fell to her knees. 

She was crying. She was terrified. “I don’t want to die. Please. I don’t want to die.” 

“Can you really call your miserable little existence living?” he asked cruelly. He bowed and curled one of his long fingers beneath her chin and forced her to look up at him. “You who are utterly without love. Not even for yourself. It is kinder to put you out of this misery, Chrissy. Believe me, you know that there’s nothing in this world for you. It won’t make the slightest bit of difference if you are alive or dead.”

His words seemed to pierce her heart like ice. Was he right? 

“You have a weapon - a gun - hidden upstairs. You’ve kept it so secret and safe but why do you have it, really? You and I both know why. You know that there will come a day when you finally snap and you want it all to end..”

“Oh god…” 

She couldn’t look away from his piercing eyes. He was cradling her face now and scratched his claws down her cheeks, tearing at her flesh. She felt no pain though. She was completely in his thrall. 

“Come with me….” 

“I…” 

Chrissy!

Someone was screaming her name, but no that was impossible. It was just her and Vecna and Vecna was going to murder her. 

But then there was music. Such loud ringing music that it seemed to shake the foundations of the world around her and flood it with a bright gold light. Its sparks gathered by the red vines twisted around her limbs (when had that happened) and seemed to rip them away. 

We are young

Heartache to heartache

We stand

No promises, no demands

Love is a battlefield

She remembered the first time she heard this song. One of her friends played it during cheer drills and they laughed themselves silly dancing along to it. She’d bought a tape herself and listened to it secretly at home using her headphones. 

We are strong

No one can tell us we're wrong

Searching our hearts for so long

And then she saw a swirling white light just behind Vecna. At the edge of the lake. Just like when Eddie saved her last time. 

Chrissy! That was Eddie’s voice calling her name. That sounded better than any cheering crowd, any morning birdsong, any fucking power ballad. 

She knew what she needed to do if she wanted to fight this but she didn’t know if she had the strength. Then she thought about Max telling her she belonged in the group. She thought about Nancy who was brilliant and badass and kept guns under her bed, and Lucas who was an athlete but also a total nerd. She thought about Steve who was a fucking hero and Robin who might be a timetraveller and who she wanted drink wine coolers with. She thought about Dustin who promised he’d fight for her even when he was scared. She thought about Eddie and the way he made her laugh in the woods and how he was hanging on by a fucking thread now because of Vecna. She owed it to Eddie to fight this. 

Vecna suddenly became those rednecks back at the War Zone with their creepy entitled eyes. He became her mom. Her dad. He became Jason and the way he and the team bullied the freshmen kids. He was a fucking asshole. 

She got to her feet with a whimper. 

Both of us knowing

Love is a battlefield

Chrissy! 

“LEAVE ME ALONE!”

She screamed and kicked Vecna right in the chest. All those years of cheerleading drills had made the muscles in her legs strong and the strength of that kick was just enough to surprise Vecna and give her a split second advantage. She ran towards the white light.

She jumped. 

–

And then she was underwater. She was being pulled down to the bottom of the lake and her lungs were empty and she was screaming but she had no voice. 

She couldn’t believe that this might be the end after all. Not when she’d jumped into that bright white light wanting to live and come home. 

But then hands were grasping hold of her and pulling her away from the darkness and up towards the surface. More hands dragged her out of the water and she sank, shivering and cold, onto the grass of the riverbank. She felt warm lips against her mouth and then she was choking and then she tasted gloriously sweet air. She gulped it down greedily and let it fill her lungs. The world seemed to clear and settle around her. 

It took a moment for her senses to catch up but when they finally did she could feel everything. She could hear someone crying and people shouting in hurried frantic voices. She could feel the way her lungs ached as her chest rose and fell. She could smell the coppery tang of blood. 

Her dress was clinging to her body like a second skin and she felt so achingly cold but she was alive. That was all that mattered. 

She opened her eyes and Eddie’s face was all she saw. He was kneeling in front of her, his hands still gripping her wrists, and he had tears running down his cheeks. He was soaking wet too. Chrissy raised a thumb and wiped at his cheek gently. 

“Are you here, Chrissy?” he was asking over and over. “Are you back with me?” 

“I’m here. Eddie, I’m here.”

He crushed her to his chest and she let him. Burying her face into the crook of his neck, she let her own tears come and she wept and wept. She let out every single tear and drop of fear into Eddie’s strong shoulder. His arms were tight around her back but she wanted the weight. It made her feel held. 

She might have cried for hours (it wouldn’t have mattered).

“Eddie? I need to look at her cheeks, man.”

Her cheek? She felt Eddie release her slowly and then Steve (also wet and shivering) was there inspecting her face. He was trying hard to keep calm so he could focus on whatever it was he was doing, but when she caught his eye he broke into a proud grin. “Hi Chrissy. Welcome back to Earth.”

“I can smell blood. Is it mine?” It was easier to breathe now. The smoke and ash and water were no longer in her lungs and throat. 

“You were floating in the air above the water,” it was Max speaking now. Chrissy’s gaze came to rest over Eddie’s shoulder and she saw Max and Lucas watching her closely. Max’s face was as white as a ghost. Dustin was kneeling at their side beaming though. All of these wonderful human beings who she had heard in her vision. Who brought her back. “And then your cheeks just slashed open. Like you were scratched either side by invisible claws. Was it Vecna?” 

“Yeah. I think so. I remember…he came out of the lake,” she murmured. She glanced back at the lake now and saw that it was still and calm. It looked beautiful again. “I knew I was having a vision but couldn’t stop it.”

Steve cleaned her up while she told them everything that happened. 

“...Then I heard my name…and I heard music…my favourite song. It made a bright light appear. As soon as I saw that I knew it was my way home.”

“It was Eddie’s idea!” Dustin said proudly. “He saw you from the window and grabbed Max’s walkman. He managed to cram the headphones over your ears just before you started floating up…but I guess it’s in the lake now though.”

“I’m just glad I had Pat Bentar on there,” Max mumbled.

Chrissy didn’t want to think about ‘what if’s’ right now. Instead she looked back at Eddie. His hands were still holding her waist. “How did you know that was my favourite? You’ve never asked.”

“Didn’t need to. You humm it sometimes.”

Chrissy smiled. She began to cry. 

She let Steve finish cleaning her wounds while Lucas grabbed them all warm blankets. Steve told her she had two large jagged scratches on either side of her face, running from the tips of her lips all the way to her eyes. “They aren’t deep enough to need stitches but I’ll get you something for the pain. I don’t think they’ll scar…” 

Chrissy found she didn’t care. She might’ve once. She was just thankful Vecna missed her eyes. 

“I can't believe you kicked Vecna,” Dustin was saying. “That’s so fucking cool.”

“Very metal,” Eddie agreed quietly. 

Eddie was still watching her closely. It was like he didn’t quite believe it was over and she wouldn’t start floating away again. She watched as two faint red patches started forming on his cheeks. It was like he was just now realising how close they were. 

“I need to sit down. Can I…?”

Steve immediately suggested she go upstairs to lay down on the bed but instead she asked them to help her back into the wooden chair she’d positioned so carefully before her vision. She wanted to stay outside and sit in the last remnants of the day’s sunshine. The sun would be starting to set soon and she wanted most of all in the world to sit out here on Rick’s dock and watch it. Like he did. She didn’t want to give Vecna the satisfaction of sending her to bed and having her miss out on something she damn wanted. “Can I have some alone time?” she asked. “I just want to…sit here.”

“I don’t think you should be left alone…” Max started but Eddie spoke up. 

“I’ll stay,” he said quietly. 

The others went back inside (though Steve brought her out the much-appreciated pain medication). Her hands were trembling too badly to take it alone so he helped her. She thanked him gratefully. 

“You’re one of the team now,” he said. “We look after our own. Eddie, bring her in if she starts turning blue, okay? Doc’s orders.” 

Chrissy sighed and she lay back in the chair. Her mind was swimming with Vecna and his soft velvety voice. He’d said he wanted her purposefully because she needed him to end her long drawn-out suffering. The most tragic and clever thing, she realised, was that his words had been sprinkled with seeds of truth. She was everything he’d said. He’d looked into her heart and only held up the cracked mirror. 

Chrissy was sad. She’d been sad for a long time. But did she really not want to be here anymore? Chrissy looked out towards the lake. The blue sky was gradually fading into pink. 

“Eddie?” she said softly. 

“I’m here.”

“Will you sit with me?”

She heard the sound of scraping wood as Eddie pulled over one of the chairs next to hers on the dock. He even readjusted the blanket around her shoulders before sitting down even though she was capable of doing it alone. It was just her face (and heart) that ached. 

They stared at one another, sizing each other up almost. She noticed for the first time that his eyes weren’t entirely brown. They had little flecks of gold in them too. She’d never thought of Eddie as pretty before but she did now. 

“So you jumped in the lake for me?”

“Didn’t even hesitate,” Eddie chuckled. “You can thank Steve for the lip service though. He just loves to be the hero and save the girl.” 

Chrissy was so tired but she didn’t dare close her eyes in case she fell asleep. She was happy sitting here on the dock with Eddie. She lifted her feet and curled them up beneath the blanket. 

“I thought I was a goner. Again. I almost gave up,” she said. “I know that’s such a pathetic thing to admit but when Vecna told me about wanting to put me out of my misery, a tiny part of me wanted to believe him. He knew about me being unhappy and sad all the time. Knew that I was shutting down inside, you know? He told me it wouldn’t make any difference to the world if I was alive or dead and I let myself believe him. Does that make me stupid?”

She saw Eddie swallow. “Look, I’m not gunna’ sit here and pretend to know what your life is like because I was dead wrong before. I know now it’s been… tough… and that asshole Vecna used that to try and manipulate you. But, Chrissy, it didn’t work. You chose to come back and you kicked him like some cheerleader warrior. It probably won’t mean much, but I’m fucking proud of you, kid.” 

Chrissy smiled despite herself. “As I live and breathe, scary Eddie Munson acknowledging cheerleaders might not just be some dumb stereotype. You’ve dropped Cunningham too. It sounds nice.”

“No turning back now. It felt like such a trip when you called me Munson during breakfast. Even if I totally deserved it.”

“You didn’t.” 

“No, I did. I was a complete asshole. Chrissy, look, I know you’ve been through a lot today and the kindest thing would be to leave you alone, but can you stay awake just a little longer to hear my shitty apology? After that I’ll give you some space or carry you up to bed or…whatever you want.”

“You don’t need to -”

“I do. Please. I need to apologise for everything. For the way I’ve been avoiding you and for every fucking crappy thing I said to you this morning. I would take it all back in a heartbeat because every word was total bullshit, Chrissy. I didn’t mean any of it. I was so angry and scared and worried and pathetic… and you were right when you called me out on it because I was taking it out on you.”

“But why me? Because I ran away?”

“No, Chrissy, please listen…” He moved his chair so close that his leg brushed against her knee. “It wasn’t anything you did or didn’t do, okay? You’ve been so fucking spectacular. The way you’ve been caring for everyone and helping out. It’s just…in my fucked up brain…every time I look at you I think of that Fred kid - but I see you like that and it just breaks me. Every time you flinch at the name Vecna or touch your jaw I die a little bit inside. I feel so guilty and scared that it could have so easily have been you. I still can’t believe tonight…seeing you floating like that above the water and seeing the blood when that fucker cut into your face…God, if Max hadn't had that stupid song on her walkman... Chrissy, I can’t deal with the thought of…you dying.”

Eddie had closed his eyes but when Chrissy lightly touched the back of his hand they flew open. 

“Eddie, I’m right here. I’m alright. Look at my neck. My wrists. My jaw. I’m not broken. Look at my eyes. I’m here.” 

She shrugged down her warm blanket and held out her arms, bared her neck, lifted her chin. She let him trace his fingers along her skin, reassuring himself that yes she was smooth. She was whole. His eyes searched her greedily. She might have found the idea of letting Eddie Munson do this to her odd once but now it only made her feel safe. 

Then his eyes came to rest on her face, on the deep scratches. “Steve’s done a good job and I don’t think they’ll leave any punk scars. We’ll have to think of an excuse for your folks though…and Jason. If I’d only put that music on sooner…”

“The important thing is you did. It was quick thinking.”

She let him trace his fingers over her face too. She could see it helped clear away some of the tightness on his face. 

“When I looked out the window and saw you go still…I’ve never felt so fucking scared, Chriss. And the last time in my trailer? I was so freaked out I nearly ran out of there myself. I thought I was used to horror and gore and monsters, but that was all pretend before. I don’t know jack shit about any of this or how I can help, and maybe I’m a coward but I think that just added to whatever sizable chip I’ve got growing on my shoulder right now. When I saw you again at the Wheeler’s you thanked me, Chrissy, and kept looking at me like I was some hero like Steve and I knew I wasn’t. You’re still looking at me like it even now…it’s like, what the fuck can I do?”

“But Eddie, don’t you remember that Twain quote in English class? About courage being resistance to fear? We had a test about him.” 

“You know I’m failing English, Chrissy.”

“Well that’s what he said. The fact is you’ve saved me three times now. Twice from Vecna and once from drowning, and you’ve been scared the whole time. I think that’s pretty courageous,” she added with a small smile. “So I do get to call you a hero. That’s my prerogative as the  crappy damsel.” 

Eddie’s lips twitched into a smile and it looked like he was blushing. 

“Well maybe I’m okay when Vecna comes calling… but I was too much of a coward to face you though. To give you what you wanted. What you needed…”

“What do you mean?” 

They were both still soaking wet although the blankets and sun were doing their damn best to dry them off. But when Eddie reached out and took her hand she felt like it was a summer day in July. He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. 

“By my count, we’ve shared two fucking terrifying moments together but instead of…I don’t know, bonding over it? Helping each other out?...I’ve been pushing you away like an asshole. I don’t know a damn about psychology or trauma or whatever…but what I do know is talking to you about it now feels really good. Like some of my damage has mended and I can breathe a little easier. That’s got to be a good thing, right?” he said. “So let me finally step up and be here for you. I want to. I want to hear everything that’s going on with you. No frills. No bullshit... Lay it on me, Chrissy. Please.” 

Chrissy met his eyes and saw such honest sincerity and warmth there she thought she might start crying again. He was putting down his shield and offering her his friendship and she wanted to take it so badly. 

This wasn’t an olive branch or a sledgehammer - this was a flamethrower - and they would burn the metaphoric wall down to the ground. Together. 

So Chrissy told him everything. She told him about her life before her visions - about cheerleading and her shitty parents and her miserable anxieties about food. She told him about Jason and how she was pretty sure she was going to break up with him because she hated bullies and didn’t want babies and a house and to be ignored for the rest of her life. She even told him about the incident at church and how it made her hate her body but at the same time she wanted to buy fucking silk pajamas too because she knew they would feel nice. She told him about college and how she wanted to take a year off and see some of the world. She was sure she’d love California and Rome and maybe even England so she could visit some real life castles. 

She told him about her first vision and why she’d come to him for drugs and about how crap she still felt about running away from him. She told him about this vision. About how Vecna made her feel so worthless and weak. She told him about the gun she had upstairs (this was the only time he interrupted her to say gently they would get it later and store it with the other weapons so it was safe). She told him about how much she liked her new friends and how thinking about them helped her find the strength to get away from Vecna. 

Eddie listened to it all and seemed to be drinking it in. With every word she felt a coil inside her begin to unwind a little. It was just like he said before about feeling mended. Like he was switching her up. 

“...And I thought about you,” Chrissy admitted at long last. “How I owed it to you to come back and be here for you. I didn’t want to leave you alone again.”

Eddie had tears in his eyes and so did she. 

“You weren’t totally wrong about me this morning. I have been ignoring some of the crap that goes on at school,” she admitted. He looked like he wanted to interrupt but she kept going. “I didn’t know how rough things were for you guys, but that’s no excuse now. I promise I’ll help from now on. No one should be treated that way.”

“Chrissy Cunningham, defender of the downtrodden misfits and freaks. Atta’ girl,” Eddie smiled. “But you don’t deserve to be treated that way either, you know? Not to be a dick again, I swear, but you kind of let people walk over you sometimes and you seriously don’t deserve it. You’re so cool and smart and really talented. You…you’re the real deal. You should own it.”

“…I’ll try.”

Loving oneselves was not easy and Chrissy had spent years putting herself down, but she knew Eddie was right and she should exercise more self-love like Ms Kelley said. She should try, at least. Baby steps. 

Behind them the sun was setting behind the trees and the sky was a colour palette of pink, yellow, and orange hues. She lay back against her chair and she let her eyes flutter close for just a minute. She could almost purr she felt so content right now. 

“The next day at the hour of sunset Aragorn walked alone in the woods, and his heart was high within him; and he sang, for he was full of hope and the world was fair…”

“Is that from…?” Chrissy clumsily scooped up Dustin’s book from where she must have dropped it before her vision. On seeing the cover, Eddie grinned and she found herself grinning back just as wide, though she didn’t know why they were both so happy. Eddie took it from her gently, seeing that she was at risk of dropping it again in her tiredness. 

“Same author but different book. If you like The Hobbit you can borrow my copy of Rings after. I promise you’ll love it. That’s a Munson guarantee.” 

“I’d really like that, Eddie.”

“And I’ll try and read Little Women…are they actually tiny women or…?”

Chrissy found herself giggling softly. “Maybe we can talk about them together? Start our own private ‘End of the World’ book club. I’d like to hear more about D&D too and what it all means. Maybe even watch a game sometime…if that’s okay?”

“It’s a deal.”

Chrissy found her eyes once again closing and she yawned. She thought she could sleep for a thousand years. She snuggled down further into her blanket. 

“Sleep Chrissy. We’ll be here when you wake up.”

She liked the sound of that. Her friends. Nancy and Robin would be home soon too. 

“Eddie?” she mumbled sleepily. 

“Mm?”

“So you really don’t hate me?”

“No way. Not possible.” 

“Can we…can we be friends? I’d really like to be your friend.”

There was a little pause and she just about heard him clear his throat. 

“Best of friends, Chriss. Best buddies.”

And her heart sang. 

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A/N:

Annnnnnd we're done folks. Chrissy and Eddie can now look to the future and kick some Vecna butt as team mates (the best team mates). A few notes:

- Firstly, thank you so much for reading this crazy mess. I promise to go back at some point and edit and cut that word count down - but I'm already up to my eyeballs with others ideas for the two (maybe taking place in the same series as this one?) - I wanted to leave it as them friends but it's pretty clear they are going to be something more, you know? Plenty of hints scattered in that Eddie is crazy about Chrissy and she's starting to notice him too. - Eddie IS crazy about Chrissy throughout this fic though he might not feel like he can show it (she has Jason remember and as far as Eddie knows they're a couple couple until she admits it at the end). He's not treading on any toes. - Lyrics are from 'Master of Puppets' and 'Love Is a Battlefield'. I saw an interview where Chrissy's actor mentions this would be the song to pull Chrissy out. - Yeah the men at the War Zone suck balls, but it's something we read about every day right? I'd like to say things are better but fuck that. Make noise, people. I actually wrote Eddie stepping in and guiding her out initially (with Chrissy under his arm naturally) but it just didn't feel right. You can bet that both he and Steve wanted to kick ass though and Eddie was gritting his fucking teeth. - I love Dustin and Chrissy moments. I also love Steve and Chrissy moments. - Yeah sorry Steve gave her mouth to mouth because he actually knows what he's doing - being a lifeguard and all - but Eddie was first in the water. Steve helped pull her out. - The Rings quote Eddie says '...The next day at the hour of sunset Aragorn walked alone in the woods, and his heart was high within him; and he sang, for he was full of hope and the world was fair…” is about a sunset, yes, but also before Aragon meets the love of his fucking life and thinks he's stumbled into a dream. Nice work, Eddie, lay those seeds.

Love to you all - Hellcheer forever.

[levans44]

Damage Control - Chapter 9

A week ago, she would have never regarded Captain American as a friend. Not even as a co-worker. Barely an acquaintance.    

Now? Things were… better between them, to say that least. Substantially less awkward. She could drop off the occasional file to Tony or Pepper at the Compound without feeling the urge to run away or burst into a ball of bitter anger.

And they would have stayed that way, she thinks, as semi-friendly coworkers, if it weren't for the particular set of events that occurred last Tuesday in the Compound. She and Tony had been having their usual lunch “meeting” (which was really just an excuse to fuck around and catch up), when Steve had sort of… inserted himself into their conversation. Sporting a faded blue shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair was damp as if he had just taken a shower after a workout. She subdued weird little flutters in the bottom of her stomach, staring intensely down at her plate as he joins them at the kitchen island, a protein shake in hand.

The conversation turned out to be rather delightful, and she becomes content with amusedly observing the playful banter between Tony and Steve.

“I’m just saying—you can train that bod all you want Rogers, but you still couldn’t lift that hammer.”

Ever the good sport, Steve receives the playful insult with ease and a charming smile, “Right, cause all of your gadgets worked great, Tony.”

"Hey those gadgets saved your ass multiple times-"

“Oh, that reminds me!” She suddenly perks up, and both eyes turn toward her. “Part of why I came today was for the Avengers reports—you know the ones I’m talking about Tony?”

“The ones where you kiss all our asses so you can be Fury’s favorite department?”

“Precisely.”

She takes a sip of water, ignoring the strange flutter in her stomach at the soft chuckle that elicits from Steve.

“Well, what’s the problem? You’ve got plenty to write about all this, right?” Tony dramatically gestures to himself, and she shares an eye roll with Steve.

“It’s not you I’m worried about. It’s… Cap’s report actually.” She trails off, feeling the attention shift to the blonde man at the end of the counter.

She feels the need to elaborate, watching the confused frown form on his face. It’s almost endearing, she thinks, the way his eyebrows furrow as if worried that he’d done something wrong.

“Well it’s not you, it’s just… the shitty thing about these reports is that we’re expected to write about your profiles in close detail. That requires personal files from the archives and well… I’d need at least level 9 clearance to access yours and Tony’s files.”

“And you’re…”

“Level 4.”

“Right.”

She sighs, leaning back in her chair.

“And I’ve already got enough dirt on this fucker to last me a lifetime-”

“-Watch it, Manhattan”

“-but I haven’t really got any detailed info on you.”

There’s a brief moment of silence as she tries to read his reaction, before he nods, seeming to have arrived at a decision.

“I’ve got a copy of my original SHIELD files in my room. Do you…. want to come and grab it?”

“Uhm-“ she halts for a brief moment, before the meaning of what he’s offering actually sinks in. Personal files. On Captain America. Now that could get her in a good enough position with Anne for that next promotion.  

“Yeah, that would be-”

They’re abruptly interrupted by a loud ring on Tony’s phone, which he responds as he lifts up a finger in their direction.

“Hello? Hey Pepper- woah, woah what’s up? Shit, I forgot. Yeah, yeah I know. Ok, 10 minutes tops. Promise. All right. Love you, bye.”

“What’s up?” She inquires as he shoves his phone into his pocket and stands up from his chair.

“Sorry, Manhattan, I’m gonna have to cut this lunch short I uh… may have forgotten about a meeting Pepper set up at the company. She’s trynna close this new deal.”

“Husband of the year, everyone.”

“Have fun, you two—don’t do anything crazy.”

And what would have qualified as a completely innocent remark in any other situation immediately turned both of their cheeks beet red.

She takes an awkward sip of her water as Tony hurriedly exits the kitchen. Steve lets out a small cough before opening his mouth.

“Well, if you’re done with your lunch, we could go grab the files right now?”

She’s nodding her head and standing up from her seat before he can even finish.

“Yeah, yeah sounds great, let’s move this party up to your room.” She regrets her choice of words as soon as they escape her lips.

Steve freezes, looking over at her. 

Horrified, her mind wanders over to the kitchen knives on the island.

She wonders, for a brief moment, how painful it would be stab herself with it.

Repeatedly.

“This would technically be against company policy. You sure you can handle that?” She mutters half jokingly, half nervously.

They were about to enter his room for the second time. The first time was, well, a memory that she’d long stored away in a dark corner of her brain.

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time I broke the rules.” A playful glint in his eyes as he turns to enter the passcode to his quarters.

She shrugs, returning his smile with a little one of her own.

“All right, Judd Nelson.” In her mind, she had always pegged him for a rule follower. But then again, that fugitive-era Captain American must still be under there somewhere.

It was evident from the confused look on Steve face that he didn’t get the Breakfast Club reference.

The door slides open with yet another creepy welcome announcement from Jarvis.

Welcome back, Captain.

“Have a seat, it shouldn’t take long to find it” Steve gestures to his bed as he walks over to the cabinet.

She tentatively takes a seat on the corner of the blue covers, curiously peering around the room. She watches him set his jacket on top of an armchair in the corner before approaching to a plain, brown dresser in a few long strides.

It’s bizarre, she thought, how much had changed between them since the last time they were here. It had been weeks since it had happened, and they haven’t talked about what had happened since the morning after. Now that things were somewhat good between them, she wondered if it was something they were ever going to discuss again.

A little less… intoxicated than the last time she was here, she’s finally able to register her surroundings, and realizes how spotless his room is. Not in an ‘aesthetically-pleasing, well-kept’ way, but more in a ‘virtually empty except for a mattress and bed frame’ way, like it belonged to someone who barely spends time in his room.

She watches Steve shuffle through a near-empty dresser for the file when one item catches her attention.

A speaker—a blue JBL, to be exact—sits at the top of his dresser alongside a few bottles of cologne and lotion.

“A speaker?”

“Yeah, birthday gift from Sam. Never really had the occasion to use it though.”

“Well… play something, then.”

His hands pause in the drawer mid-search as he turns to look at her, eyes seeming to hesitate for a brief second before he reaches for his pocket. He pulls out his phone, tapping a few times before setting it down on the dresser. Soon, a mellow jazz line starts to flow from the speaker.

A few more notes drift by, and she leans back on the bed on her hands, raising an eyebrow.

“Marvin Gaye?”

“Yeah.” He nods with a small nostalgic smile, a private memory seeming to flood his thoughts.

“Sam recommended it to me the day we met. Told me this album was everything I missed when I was frozen in the ice.”

And just like that, she’s suddenly reminded of the story behind the man standing in front of her. A 100-years-old. She feels a tang of sympathy at how things must have been for him at the beginning. Plucked out of his own time and placed in an entirely different one. She wasn’t sure if a mere album could make up for everything he’s lost, everyone he’s lost.

“Oof, agree to disagree there.” She clears her throat, crossing her legs as she leans forward. “I mean Trouble Man’s great but…” She trails off teasingly, enjoying the discernible spark of interest ignited in Steve’s eyes.

“Oh yeah? You got any better suggestions?”

“Well, Seargent Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, for one” she said without skipping a beat.

Eyebrows scrunched, he lets out a small laugh, turning to fully face her. One forearm rests on the dresser, the search for his files long forgotten.

“Seargent what?”

She returns his reaction with a look of absolute horror, eyebrows raised in disbelief “The Beatles?”

A look of recognition crosses his eyes as he nods “Oh, yeah yeah, I’ve heard of them.”

“Heard of ‘em?” She exclaims in disbelief.

“Oh, Steve,” She shakes her head disapprovingly, dramatically flopping down on the bed and letting out a loud sigh. “there’s so much you don’t know about the modern world.”

He chuckles, before silently walking around the bed to his bed-side dresser, sliding open the top drawer and fishing out a small, red notebook the size of his palm. She sits back up as he clicks the end of his ball point pen.

“You have a… diary?” She eyes the book curiously.

He lets out a chuckle, shaking his head. “No, no, this is just…” He pauses, glancing down at the tattered square with a nostalgic longing. “Things I’ve learned about the modern world since I got out of the ice.”

“Oh.” She cocks her head, observing the small book with renewed interest. Before she can react, he had approached the bed, mattress dipping slightly as he sits down on the other side. He’s just close enough to her that she can glance at the contents of the notebook over his shoulder. She’s too much of a coward to move any closer.

“I haven’t written in this thing in a while though.” He skims through a couple page, seeming to have a private moment of reminiscence, before holding his pen up to the book. He turns toward her expectantly with a smile, and she feels her cheeks grow a little hotter.

“Ok, shoot. Tell me what else I have to listen to.”

“Hmm, let’s see…” She bites her lip, glancing at the ceiling.

“I’d say Thriller, Elvis, definitely some Aretha Franklin… Oh, and A Night at the Opera. You can’t ever go wrong with Queen. Also, if you like Marvin Gaye, you should definitely check out Stevie Wonder. Classic Motown artists. Ooh, and-”

She stops spewing words and looks back down to realize his gaze on her. Pen still in hand, his eyes were glued to hers, an unreadable smile ghosting his pink lips. Suddenly self-conscious, she sits up frowning, apprehensive smile on her face.

“What?”

“Nothin’” He shakes his head, looking down at his notebook and resuming writing with a sheepish smile.

She purses her lip but dismisses the moment, suddenly pushing herself off the bed and back on her feet.

“Um, what else did you have on the list?” She asks, crossing both arms over her chest.

He hands her the tiny book across the bed. She takes it from his hand before surveying down the page full of scribbled notes, an involuntary smile growing on her face. She couldn’t believe Steve had missed sensations like the moon landing and disco music.

Save for the items 'Star Wars’ and ‘Troubleman (Soundtrack),’ the list seemed to be untouched.

"Most of these aren't crossed off.” She looks up, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, I… didn’t really have the time to get around to 'em” He mutters, scratching the back of his head.  

“Hmm, I wonder why” she mutters under her breath jokingly, returning to the book in her hand. She runs a slow finger along the most recent suggestions at the bottom of the list, her suggestions, noticeably darker than the rest of the faded words. For some reason, she felt a strange sense of pride at the sight.

Then, one item on his list catches her eye, lightbulb flicking on in her brain.

“You hungry?” She looks up at him, excitement growing on her face.

“I could eat, why?”

She taps on the 6th item down the page as he looks over curiously.

“Cause we’re about to knock one more thing off your list.”

Damage Control Masterlist

[kmhya]

Oral fixation || E. Munson

♡a/n~. inspired by this here post by @vxntagedior (check them out btw, they churn out loads of great content) ‘cause i have writers block and this sparked smth in me also i feel like i wrote Eddie a lil ooc so warning lol

“Ok, so, to answer this question, we need to go back to paragraph five….” Your words were completely lost on Eddie as he stared into space, the space that just so happened to be in front of your face. The cap of his pen had found it’s way between his teeth yet again and he chewed it eagerly while whatever you were tying to explain served as white noise for his brain.

“…And then you have t- Eddie? Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” You turned your full attention back to him. Oops, busted. “Eddie, c’mon! I’m trying to help you! Twenty-one years old and still in high school is bordering on creepy.” You complained.

You had him there. He’s been considered a freak long before he was held back, he didn’t need to be a rumoured pedo on top of that.

“Fine, fine! Just- maybe repeat all of what you just said.” You threw you hands up in exasperation and groaned. “Look, I’m sorry! I was just- head in the clouds, y’know? Promise all of my focus is only on you.” Well… He wasn’t lying, his focus was always on you! Just mostly not on what you were saying.

“You’re lucky I like you, Munson. Anyways like I was saying, to get what you need to answer this question, you have to go back to paragraph five and read through all of it-” For the next few hours you tutored Eddie thoroughly, making sure he understood the working and going over parts he couldn’t quite grasp.

“You gotta stop chewing your pencil, man. You’re probably going to get lead poisoning our something.” You scolded, taking the pencil out from between his teeth for the fourth time.

“Sorry, force’a habit. Do it when I get nervous.” He looked slightly sheepish and it made you frown.

“Why’re you nervous? You made loads of progress tonight.” You never really pegged Eddie for a nervous kind of guy. He had such a confidence about him all the time that you never could’ve guessed he gets so nervous about normal things that everyone else got nervous about.

“I just…I really want to graduate this year. I really really want to. There shit I wanna do, y’know? I wanna get out there and do stuff with the band, move me and my uncle out of this shitty trailer park, get some big old country house like those other rich ducks have. I want my slice of The American Dream with a Munson twist on it.” By the end of his rambles he was out of breath and on his feet in front of you. He could feel the beat creeping up his neck at the realisation he had just dumped all of this inner anxieties and dreams straight onto you and he looked away, his hand reaching up to rub his neck in embarrassment.

“Shit, sorry that was kind of heavy. I ruined the mood didn’t I?”

“No, Eddie you didn’t ruin the mood. It isn’t weird that you’re nervous at all.” You stood up and tried to catch his eyes. He looked up at you and you smiled. “You’re going to ace the exams and walk out of this school with your head held high.” Eddie was looking you in the face by now, the nerves he held slowly leaving him.

“You really think all that?” He asked quietly.

“Of course, Eddie. I think the world of you, I always have and I always will, no matter what happens.”

Shit. Fuck. Ok, you just said that to him. Fuck. What is he supposed to say back?

“The world, huh?” He covered up his shock with a sly remark and a grin.

You rolled your eyes hard and shoved his shoulder. “Knew I shouldn’t have said anything, just went straight to your head. Where nothing else seems to go, by the way.” You turned back around and sat back on the couch, looking to your books and ignoring the way he flailed.

“Aw, don’t be like that! I’m just pullin’ your leg!!” At Eddie’s whining you spared him a glance and he smiled.

“Tell me how much I mean to you one more tim-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before your textbooks crashed into his head.

“Pushing it, Munson!!”

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As you walked up to the Munson’s trailer, you could heard the sound of Eddie’s guitar and the murmur of his voice. You smiled and leaned against the door, stalling so you could hear a little bit more without you interrupting him. You listened for a minute or so until you heard him yell ‘FUCK’ and then some crashing. Worried, you burst into the trailer and were greeted by a disgruntled looking Eddie surrounded by balled up papers and a overturned side table that had scattered various dishes over the floor.

He looked up to you with surprise creasing his brow.

“Hey, uh, what’re you doing here? We aren’t studying tonight.” He sounded genuinely lost and you rolled your eyes as you shut the door behind you.

“What, am I just your tutor now? What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t drop in outside of our work hours.” You said and shoved the snacks you had brought into his chest. “What’re you doing anyways? I just heard you have a full on tantrum in here.”

“I did not!” You snickered at his defensiveness. “I’m trying to write some new songs for the band but…I’m running into a wall. Nothing’s-”He hit his head a few times before continuing, “coming out and I don’t know what to do.”

You looked towards your lap, kind of regretting the snark you walked into his home with.

“Well, I’m sure the late night studying isn’t helping. We could take a rain check on out next session if you want? Just so you can get in the headspace again.” You proposed. He really should be studying as much as he can but Corroded Coffin meant to much to Eddie, and if he couldn’t excel with them, he’d be in a bad mood for who knows how long.

“I can’t do that. I appreciate the offer though.” He ran his hands down his face and groaned.

You both sat there in silence for a while, the quiet interrupted occasionally by the crinkle of a bag or the crunch of a chip.

The cap of Eddie’s pen found itself in between his teeth again and he chewed on it furiously. Like if he gnawed on it enough, it would magically make lyrics and a melody appear on the black piece of paper in front of him.

“Jesus, how many pens have you destroyed by doing that?” You laughed. You plucked the pen from his mouth and inspected it. It was riddled in bite marks and the very tip of the cap was almost beginning to fray.

“Did you just come here to ridicule me?��� He asked as he snatched his pen back.

“Sorry sorry, I’ll stop. Promise.” Eddie eyed you suspiciously and you held your hands up in surrender. “So…did you have melody or something in mind?”

He sighed and picked up his guitar, “Sorta…Nothing groundbreaking but something.” He started playing a fast riff, his fingers gliding over the frets effortlessly. His long hair kept falling in the way so he flicked his head from time to time to get it away from the strings.

You listened for the next few minutes until he came to a stop and you whooped and hollered in minutare applause.

“That’s sick, Eddie! Very metal.” He snorted and set his guitar back down.

“I don’t think you’re qualified to use ‘metal’ as a compliment yet. You wouldn’t know metal if it slapped you in the face.” He had picked up his notebook again and was hastily scribbling things down.

“Well I’ve got you haven’t I? Can’t I call my best friends ‘Metal’?” He stopped at that. Oh. Best friend

“Beat friend? I’m your best friend?” He sounded disbelieving of you and you smiled brightly at him.

“Course you’re my best friend, Eds. I don’t just offer tutoring services for just anyone.” You replied.

Damn. Ok. He covered up his slight sadness with humour. “Of course I’m your best friends, I probably scared everyone else off.”

That got you and you burst into laughter. He laughed with you but he was till stuck on ‘best friend’. Is that all he was to you? All you meant to each other?

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Eddie paced back and forth, the sound of wild applause coming from the audience beyond the curtain he was behind. What the fuck. What the fuck? Why did he agree to do this? Corroded coffin had never performed in front of a crowd this large! in his own words, their usual crowd consisted of five drunks, so this? Way out of their league.

“Eddie!! c’mon man, what’re you doing? we gotta get ready, we’re almost on!” Gareth yelled, getting up from his seat. He walker over and grabbed Eddie from behind by his shoulders, giving him a shake.

“I know! I’m just..,” Eddie brought his hands up to his head and gestured then wildly, “doing my pre-stage ritual! Essential to a riveting performance!” He covered up his nerves with theatricality and smiled at his bandmate.

Jeff raised an eyebrow, “You’ve never had a ‘pre-stage’ ritual befor-” He was quickly interrupted by Eddie,

“Silence! I have to prepare, I think you should all do the same.” He stormed away from them, deeper backstage. He reached beneath his shirt and felt for his pick, bringing it up in between his teeth to nibble on it hard. He carried this strange habit of chewing on things absentmindedly all throughout his childhood and into adulthood. He’d tried all he could to kick it but it always came back full force, so his just gave up at a certain point.

“Eddie? You back here?” He heard your voice calling to him and he looks up again, stilling. “You ok? I saw you walking in circles for like, a good three minutes.” You said.

Eddie quickly spat his pick out of his mouth and fiddled with it in his hands.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit nervous; we’ve never performed in front of a crowd this big before. A bit daunting…” He muttered.

“C’mon, Eddie, you’ll be great! You’ve rehearsed for so long, performing this feel like second nature, and if can get your head around that, you can enjoy yourself.” You put both of your hands on his shoulders and turned his to face you. “All of these people are here to see you! Most have already heard you and decided that they like the music you make and it’ll probably be pretty hard to change their minds.”

Eddie sagged into you slightly and you laughed. You always knew just what to say.

“You’re right…Thanks, I really needed this.” He sighed. You always knew what to say to bring his head back onto his shoulders and he was eternally grateful.

You both turned towards the stage when you heard the MC start to announce the next act, which was Corroded Coffin.

“Hey um…Mr Munson?” A mousy looking boy approached the two of you. “You-You’re on next so can you please rejoin your group near the fr-front?” Eddie nodded and the boy scurried off again.

“Don’t stress, Eddie. You’ll do amazing, as always.” You gave him a reassuring smile and he returned one of his own.

“Thanks, Sweetheart. Seriously.” Eddie gathered you up into a hug and you laughed loudly. He pulled away only for you to rush forward and plant a kiss onto his cheek. Oh fuck. You were going to kill him.

He looked at you, dumbstruck for a few seconds, until his awe was interrupted by Gareth. Damn him.

“Eddie!! Come on, dude, we’re about to go on!” Gareth shout whispered.

Eddie went to turn back to you but you weren’t where he left you.

“Break a leg, Munson!! Look for me in the crowd!!” You yelled as you jogged away from him.

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“Why did no one tell me that organising rosters was such a pin in the as- Ouch! Eddie, what are you doing?!” you laughed. You were sitting in between Eddie’s legs against he chest in the floor of his trailer. His arms were draped around your waist as you fretted over the roster you had to fix by the next day. You were so rudely interrupted by Eddie when he decided it would be a bright idea to start nibbling on your neck.

“Mmmmm, sorry, you were just boring me to an early grave. I had to do something about it.” He mumbled, flopping his head and your shoulder. You hummed and brought a hand up to scratch his head absentmindedly.

“Nah, it’s ok. Know you got that weird oral fixation thing or whatever. Just caught me off guard s’all.” Your eyes stayed on the sheet of paper in front of you, trying to figure out how you could give Molly her two days off while also nanking sure Ronny got to his little sisters piano recital.

About five minutes passed of you continuing to make adjustments to peoples hours and leave when you feel Eddie’s teeth on you again, gentler this time. Kinda ticklish, actually.

“Ok, Eddie? If you keep doing that I might have to move.” He didn’t like that response so he made a sound akin to a cartoonish lion’s rawr and bit your neck. Hard.

“OW, EDDIE WHAT THE FUCK?” You shouted, you body jolting against his as you turned around fast. This idiot was laughing his head off. So hard in fact he fell flat on his back and put one of his arms over his eyes. His uproarious laughter made you crack a small as you discarded your work and slammed yourself on top of him. Eddie made an ‘oof’ sound as you started poking and pinching at his face in retaliation. He kept laughing though and eventually you stopped and just completely relaxed on him, resting your head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Soon, his laughter turned into small giggles and you felt his arms come around your back. You were effectively trapped.

Eddie leaned up slightly and whispered into your ear, “Gotcha” before nipping your earlobe and laying back down flat again. “This was my plan alllll along, to get your mind off that stupid job that you hate. No one can resist the Munson charm, especially you, Sweetheart.”

You pressed your hands against his chest and leant up so you could look down at him and raise and eyebrow.

“‘Munson charm’? Wouldn’t call it that, more like harassment...” You pondered what you said like a question and Eddie put on the most offended face.

“Harassment?! Well I never!” He said loudly as he pulled you to him and flipped you over so that you were underneath him on the floor. You were laughing and Eddie couldn’t keep the smile from forming in his lips. God you were so pretty when you laughed. You had such a pretty smile, he could just sit still and stare at you smiling forever and he could die happy.

Eddie’s stare was burning into your face and you could feel it lingering. You felt one of his hands shifting to brush some of your hair behind your air and you stifled your laughter, biting your lip. He looked at you for a little longer before slowly lowering his face closer to yours.

A small smile returned to your lips as you reached a hand up to your boyfriend’s hair, tugging him down to meet your lips in a kiss.