#they’re so freaking URGH

[havockingboo]

The best friends ever <3

[cherryluvrx3]

KINKTOBER day 2: degradation

Idia Shroud x gn reader

cw. dom reader, public (they’re in a hallway but no one’s around), cock slapping, dubious consent, reader is kinda an asshole lol

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Idia whined in protest as he was pushed to a wall, a full body shudder racking through his body as I dragged my nails against the tent his erection made through his pants.

“Seriously? I was just making fun of you and you got hard? God you’re a freak.” I laughed as I fully groped him through his clothes, my chest pressed against his back as I pressed him further into the wall.

“A-ah! Stop it! We’re in a hallway someone could see-ah!” He was cut off as I flicked the head of his cock.

“Who cares? Class is in session and no one really comes down this hallway as is. Are you scared of someone walking by and seeing what a degenerate you are? Getting off on getting bullied and harrased?” I asked, grinding the palm of my hand against his crotch while my other arm wrapped around his torso trying to keep him still.

“No! I’m not- mmph..oh..mmh” his voice trailed off as he got more focused on thrusting his hips into my hand.

“You’re not what? You’re not a desperate slut? Everyone already knows you are, stupid.” I slapped his hard cock making him jump with a gasp.

“We can all tell you’re a fucking horny loser that fucks his hand every night. I bet you hump your hand like you’re doing mine right? And I bet you make yourself cum over and over because you’re soo lonely and a pathetic ass perv.” My hands now started to unzip his pants to pull his dick out.

“O-oh yeah? Then what are you? A perv playing with a perv’s dick right?” Idia had an irritating smug smirk on his face.

“Argh! Hey!” He whined as I gripped his cock roughly as soon as it was free before using my free hand to cover his mouth, two fingers forcing their way past his glossy lips to play with his tongue.

“I don’t wanna hear bitching from your loser ass so shut the hell up.” I spoke firmly in his ear as my hand began stroking at a fast, aggressive pace to overwhelm him.

“Urgh- ack! mmph..” He whined and choked against the fingers in his mouth as I pressed them against his tongue.

He glared at me and bit me as a last act of defiance. Although, any fight he had quickly left when I slapped his cock once more, he would’ve let out a loud yelp if my fingers weren’t still in his mouth.

“Seriously stop acting so tough. Listen to this,” I played with his tip, leaking precum and dripping down himself, the sound lewdly echoing down the hall. “Hear that shit? And you wanna claim you’re not a degenerate slut?”

He whimpered, a rush of embarrassment flowing through him. Gripping the wall for support, his hips now freely thrusted into my hand. His tongue now sucking the fingers in his mouth, he even went as far as to move his head up and down as if he was sucking off a dick.

I laughed in his ear and picked up the pace. “You must’ve stopped thinking with your head and started thinking with your dick huh?” He nodded, his eyes starting to roll back and his nails scratching against the paint on the wall. “You wanna cum right?” I asked and he replied with a muffled jumble similar to ‘yes, so bad!’

“Okay then move.” I stopped moving my hand and he looked at me in confusion.

“Hmmph…?”

“Go on. If you wanna cum then move.”

His cheeks flushed red but his need to cum was stronger than his embarrassment and he began thrusting his hips against my hand at a rapid pace.

My hand slapping against his abdomen made vulgar squelching sounds just from how much of his precum it was soaked with.

Idia whimpered as I tightened my grip, his thighs shaking as he desperately chased after his release. Idia’s face was a mess of smudged blue lipgloss and drool, tears welling in his eyes as they rolled back again. My crotch throbbed at the sight.

“Mmph, Mmph, mmmngg!” He groaned, his body shook as spurts of cum shot out his dick and onto the wall. His head tossed back as I wrang him for every drop he could give.

I pulled my drool covered hand out his mouth and he panted.

I looked to my messy hands and just wiped them against his shirt.

“Hey! Ew that's gross stop!” Idia whined trying to pull my hands off.

“It’s literally your mess so deal with it.”

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Pretty quick and simple :p I almost didn’t post just bc I’m so fucking lazy 😭 I’m a day behind so I gotta try to catch up at one point…

[froggityboingerrr]

( SPOILERS FOR THE NEW NDR LEAK VIDEO )

Sooooo!!! Basically just me making theories for each of these things!! I’ll pin this post so I can look back and see if I was correct!!!

I think that Ras will get Jay! Which will freak out Nya ofc

Which potentiallly leads them to having a fight? I’m a Jaya enjoyer though so idk if I’m too excited to see my sillies fight 😔 they’re so Yuri to me… URGH BUT THAT FOTS THEIR RELATIONSHIP CRUMBLING…. NOT MY YURI!!!!!! It’s probaly gonna be them though… I will most certainly cry when that happens!!

POTENTIAL IDEA 2 THAT I DONT REALLY THINK WILL HAPPEN, ITS LIKELY THE JAY AND NYA ONE.. ( screams in pain ) BUT HEAR ME OUT, COLE AND JAY? CAUSE THEYRE BEST FRIENDS AND ALL.

Also didn’t the captions accidentally give away Wyldfyre is getting a boyfriend??? Imagine they’re playing with us /j

[huhyuhbah]

they’re so freaking pretty urgh it's so annoying

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[amorgansgal]

Scarlett's First Letter - Druids, Tieflings and gross Goblins

I just thought I'd have a bit of fun and write a letter from the perspective of Scarlett, my new bard character who is a snobby bitch.

CW: Tiefling racism/prejudice

Dear Mummy,

I cannot believe this has happened to me! I was doing what you said, mingling with the poor folk of Baldur’s Gate and I got kidnapped by a squid ship! It is so unfair, because I was doing the right thing. Though no one appreciated my art and Melania kept telling me to stop trying to play music and keep serving the soup for the poor people, but what’s the point in having dinner if you’re not going to have entertainment? Besides, I’d thought they’d be glad to have some culture, gods knows they need some. The Lower City is so bleak and ugly, everyone is so dirty and disgusting. 

Anyway, the point remains, I’ve got a bug thing in my eye! And no one is able to help me get rid of it. Please can I come home and see Physician Varys, I know he’d be able to do something about it and then I can go back to helping the poor people! Once I’ve recovered fully, of course.

I’m having to stay with some odd folk during this time of my greatest need. There’s this strange, angry frog or lizard like creature. I believe her name is Lae’zel. She’s so angry and miserable all the time! She keeps harping on about a creche or something. I thought that was where you sent children, not cured bugs. There’s Shadowheart. She’s alright, i guess, but she’s so serious all the time and really secretive. I don’t know why, her secrets probably aren’t that interesting! There’s Gale, who apparently is a famous wizard from Waterdeep, but I’ve never heard of him. Have you or Father heard of him? He is so rude and talks down to me about magic all the time, like I know magic, I’m a bard! There’s a magistrate called Astarion. I actually quite like him, he’s funny and really gets me and appreciates my art. I think he’s really the only one with any taste, even out here he dresses so well. I think you’d like him, Mummy.

We’re having to help some druids, who wear antlers on their heads, so I don’t know why they think anyone would take them seriously even though they’re super serious about their grove and cutting off the entire world! I don’t know what their problem is. There’s some tieflings staying here too, so don’t tell Father about that, you know what he thinks about tieflings and they steal everything, so I don’t want them pinching one of his letters to me and finding out! We  have to rescue a druid named Halsin, because gods knows no one can ever help themselves here, but we’re going to have to go into a goblin camp. Urgh, it’s going to smell so bad and goblins are so ugly. At least Astarion will be with us to make things more fun, but seriously, why do we have to help freaking everyone??

Please, please, please can I come home? If so, please send someone who can collect me from the Emerald Enclave. 

All my love to you and father and Jonas and Fluffykins,

Scarlett Diadsem

[countrymusiclover]

Part 2

Part 3

His Sky

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“How could you not tell us you basically had a girlfriend?” Peter asked the raccoon beside him while they were reaching the place where Y/n was being held.

Rocket grumbled. “Because I wanted to forget what happened there. I left her there to die!”

“But why didn’t you say anything even though you clearly hoped she’s still alive?” Quill pressed on further.

Rocket wished he would stop asking the same question. “I didn’t say anything you idiot because I freaking loved her and it wasn’t like I could go back and save her!”

“Then why are you bothering to possibly save a dead squirrel?” Gamora sent him a distant look.

He glanced back at her. “Because I’m going to save my friends that risked their lives for me. Because they are my family.”

“Sounds like a death wish to me.” She mumbled back.

Peter turned around in his chair looking at his ex-girlfriend who didn’t remember ever caring about any of them now. “Can you just try and be sympathetic here? I mean I know that you don’t remember us or me. But he is my friend and he actually cares about someone other than himself.”

“Thinking someone might be alive isn’t worth dying over in my opinion.” Gamora leans forward in her chair snapping to him. “And what the hell do you mean she is your sky. The sky can’t be a person.”

Rocket hit his hand on the chair spinning around after putting the ship on autopilot so he could talk with his former green friend. “When I was young and stupid my friends and I thought that we would see the sky in the new world. Until it was all ripped away from us. So I call her my sky cause she’s the only possible light I have left from the past I wish I could forget.”

Sitting inside my cell I didn’t like waiting for Rocket to come back. It felt like an eternity before a guard brought him back down and he threw him inside his cell. Scrambling to my feet I reached through the bars as much as I could wishing I could touch him. “Rocket!”

“I’m okay, Y/n….you we’re right they are going to kill us.” He got to his feet with his ears dropping when he stared at me and our friends. “They’re not settling us free. They want to kill us all in the morning. But I’m gonna fix it.”

Teefs spoke up. “But High Evolutionary said that we would go to the new world.”

“That we would see sky.” Floor added on.

Lylla came over to her cell wall. "Rocket, he must be lying."

"He's not, Lylla." I spat at her feeling a nervous pit in my stomach. "Rock, what do we do?"

He began rummaging around some stuff on the ground until he made something that looks like a key card. "Down that hallway there are ships. I can pilot one and get us out of here." He swiped the card down the lock where it made electric shocks opening the door for him.

"You did it." Lylla gasped with relief.

Rushing forward towards the door of my cell Rocket undid my door lock where I fling my arms around his neck in our first ever hug. "Rock!"

"Y/n….we have to hurry." He nuzzles me in my neck with his arms tightly around my waist before he lightly broke the embrace.

He unlocked Lylla's cage and they embraced happily too. She broke the hug but her sentence gets cut off when I gasped seeing a bullet go into her back. "It really is good to have-"

"You bastard!" I cursed seeing the High Evolutionary holding a gun.

Lylla collapsed on her back mumbling her final word. “Sky.”

Clutching my hands into fists as my sides I ran forward where he raised his gun but I tackled him where he dropped it on the ground. “No!” Rocket began sobbing uncontrollably while I threw punches at the man who created us until he managed to grab me and launched me across the room with me slamming into the metal cages.

“Urgh…The only thing I need from both of you is your brains!” High evolutionary responded by getting to his feet reaching for his gun. “Remember to avoid their brains when you take your shots.”

Forcing myself to my feet I saw the key card Rocket had dropped so I quickly ran forward unlocking Floor and Teefs cell doors. Rocket tackled the guy again when our creator attempted to shoot at me. “Leave her alone!” Rocket kept clawing at his face over and over drawing blood all over where he basically didn’t have a face because of his claws.

“Rocket, we have to go.” I wanted him to see the door open revealing two guards with guns.

Teefs called out to our friend. “Rocket, please. Rocket!”

“Rocket, Teefs , Floor and Y/n go now. Rocket, Teefs, Floor and Y/n go now!” Floor said over and over in a repeated moment of terror.

Rocket finally noticed the guards snatching up the gun and killing the two guards that were shooting at us. Whipping my head around we both started crying heavily seeing both our other friends had been killed by their bullets. “I…they’re gone…I want to kill him.” I sniffed through heavy tears.

“We have to go, Y/n.” Rocket reached down grasping my hand in his before we both started running through the building. I could see the guards blasting at us when Rocket jumped up into the ship starting the pilot controls.

Jumping up, almost landing inside the ship with him I screamed feeling something sharp hit me in my left leg. Collapsing onto the cold ground I hold my bleeding leg. “Ah!”

“Y/n, Hang on.” Rocket began to get out of the ship.

Snapping back at him I felt heavy tears hearing some of the guards coming closer to me. “Rock, no. You have to go or they’ll kill you too.”

“I won’t leave you, Y/n.” He croaked through tears falling down his face.

Holding my bleeding foot I shook my head fighting the urge to get to my feet and try to run to him. But if I did they would kill me too. “Rocket…you have to go. One of us has to live. You have to go see sky for all of us…I love you now go!”

“I….” He couldn’t form the words so he just started the ship back up and blasted off the second the guards surrounded me.

Rocket, Quill and Gamora had made it onto the ship planning to rescue their other friends. Until the others had found them with Nebula declaring to the group. “There’s kids here. We can’t just leave them.”

“Drax can communicate with them.” Mantis responds to them.

Gamora snapped, not caring. “Look, we came to save you and that’s it.”

“They will all die if we don’t help them!” Nebula fought back against her sister’s words.

Peter shrugged his shoulders not liking the plan. “But we can’t face them. Besides, we've been running our whole lives. What makes this any different?”

“Pete…” Rocket glanced up to his best friend before he heard a scream he recognized well.

“Rocket!”

He cocked his blaster in his hands, running straight towards the doors needing to find the girl he cared about and save her this hell hole. “I’m done running.”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[livewithyura]

Day 7 - Free! ( Kazujun One-shot Fanfic )

Prompts : Baking together! Tekken 8 Aftermath? After Kazuya's injury been healed? I got this ideas from kazujun fan art that I found in twitter . Enjoy 😭🤍

“GET UP! GET UP! THE SUNRISE IS PRETTY! THE BIRD IS CHIRPING   AND THE CLOUDS ARE BLUE” Jun pulled the red curtains .

 The sunrise bathed Kazuya's exposed body as Jun pulled the blanket away while he slept on their shared bed.

  “You know what else is pretty? Sleep” Taking the blanket to shield his body, Jun recognizes that Kazuya is becoming more ‘grumpy’ than usual following his altercation with Jin.

 “Kazuya….”  Jun softly whines his name, a tone that he now considers his weakness.  

 “What?” Kazuya grunts with frustration .

   “You promised me that you ” That word really wakes Kazuya up. How can he forget the promise that he made yesterday? 

Kazuya finally shifted his position in bed, transitioning from a reclined to a sitting posture.

“Kazama! Why the fuck there is bird on my bed!?” Kazuya freaks out , finding a small bird resting beside him . There are 3 birds in total . Birds flew towards Jun, perching on her shoulder as they found a resting spot.

 “Why are you so mad?” Jun raised her eyebrow while still keeping a smile on her face.

  “Who wouldn’t be mad if you treat my penthouse like a zoo and fake your death for 20 years!” Said Kazuya while pointing his finger at Jun.

  “I’m just sleeping…I’m not faking my death” Jun stated as she let all the 3 birds fly away .

  “For 20 Years!?” He said 

   “Well! I thought my prince would come and kiss me and I would wake up!” Jun walks towards the door, crossing her arms with a sulking demeanour.Kazuya can’t believe she just put ‘Sleeping Beauty’ reference in her words.

  “Urgh…Jun! Okay let’s go to the mall and buy some groceries!” Kazuya reached out Jun’s hand, expressing concern that Jun might avoid him throughout the day.Jun's expression changed when Kazuya expressed willingness to accompany her to the grocery store.

    It felt strange to Kazuya. He couldn't comprehend why Jun chose to stay with him when she could be with Jin, spending time with their son. Surprising him, she seemed to grasp his inner turmoil—his reluctance to meet Jin. Additionally, he observed Jun's absence from his house whenever he was at work, leading him to the realisation that she must have met Jin during those times.

    He’s still wavering about Jun’s intention , after every one his ‘friend’ became his ‘enemy’ . His heart was glass and everyone dropped it like it was nothing .  Now, he grapples with Jun's kindness, finding it strange and struggling to respond appropriately. The concept of someone showing sustained kindness is unfamiliar to him, as he hasn't experienced it for a significant period of his life.

 “I’m not going to leave you , that’s my vow to you Kazuya”

  “No! I don’t want to make the same mistake again..”

That’s what Jun said when he ask Jun to leave his side , Angels like her can’t fly down with him .But how mistaken is he? Secretly , she will . She will fall from grace just for him .

  They’re done with groceries , Because of the guilt that lay on Kazuya’s heart . He decided to carry all of the groceries .

  “....ice cream?” Jun turned around to face Kazuya, who was hugging the bag of groceries. 

   “Hell yeah…” He smirks while gazing at the ice cream truck, as if harbouring a playful intention to shoot the truck with a laser.

  No , he’s just kidding . He’s not going to do that .

The kitchen was filled with the warmth of afternoon sunlight, casting a golden hue on the mismatched aprons that Jun and Kazuya wore.

  “Do you have an apron that doesn't look like a vomiting rainbow!?”  Kazuya holds the hem of apron with frustration .

  “Come on! It’s not that bad! You look cute wearing that!” Jun hums while she put all of the ingredients on the table.Kazuya grunts in frustration as he was embarrassed by appreance.

   Jun hummed a cheerful tune as they sifted flour into a large mixing bowl, the rhythmic sound accompanied by the clatter of measuring cups.While Kazuya scowled at the recipe , muttering all of the complicated instructions.

  “Don’t take it too seriously , We’re just baking chocolate cake!” Jun grinned , Kazuya rolled his eyes .

  “I’d rather do the stupid paperwork instead of this”' Kazuya mumbles as he puts the recipe down on the table .

Jun reaches for the vanilla extract, the sweet aroma filling the air. 

  "This is the secret ingredient that makes everything better" She declared, holding it up like a triumph

 "If you say so. Just don't expect me to start baking every day" Kazuya smirked .

The mixing bowl was passed between them, each taking turns stirring the batter. Despite Kazuya's initial resistance, a sense of camaraderie began to blossom. Jun's infectious energy started to melt away Kazuya's gruff exterior, and soon they found themselves working in harmony.

  But does Kazuya know? Jun gave her everything to make Kazuya feel like a human again . This is only part of her plan to make Kazuya feel all human’s resentment as he lost it due to solitude.

  Meanwhile, a part of Kazuya wants to walk away from her. He hates the way he looks at her knowing that both of them are feeling different this time. However , a part of him wants her for the rest of his life , but he knows that it would not be easy . At least , for him . He cut all the ties but Jun’s never really leaving , She’s still here.

That really screwed him up , knowing that everyone in this world wanted him dead .

   As the cake batter went into the oven, Jun wiped a streak of flour off Kazuya's cheek, her smile unwavering. 

  "See, baking is therapeutic. Even for grumps like you." Jun chuckles , Kazuya just stood there silently .

  “This is the last time where you found me baking in the kitchen” He said , looking away with a feeling of annoyance.

  TING! 

Kazuya’s phone sends him a notification , with no hesitation he reaches his phone that is laid on the table .

  “Sorry Jun , I have an interview today . I need to leave you hanging , I don’t want to be coat with flour while the journalist is here” He said , Jun circling her eyes with amusement.

  “Say that again..!?” Jun put both of her hands on Kazuya’s broad shoulder .

  “Look! I’m sorry! I—”

Jun cut his words with a genuine hug , she rested her head on his chest . She can’t believe the word ‘sorry’ came from Kazuya’s mouth . She’s glad there’s a kindness inside him .

  “You’re still a weird woman , Jun…” Kazuya hesitated , he was unsure about returning the hug.As he wanted to touch Jun’s back , Jun freed herself from the hug .

  “You need to get ready! Don’t worry I will handle the rest” Jun untied Kazuya's apron and gently pushed him out of the kitchen.

  The rest of his life was black and white , until Jun Kazama’s here .

[charmixpower]

For me recently I’ve been eating up all the rivusa crumbs in the movies ESP magical adventure but since I have no irl outlet I’m just gonna say here that in secret of the lost kingdom the freaking cut scene from the Italian where the old white man tells riven that he needs to figure out whats his reason fighting and Musa just comes and links arms with him owns my heart AND THEN it links back to when they have their moment towards the end where he tells her she is what he’s fighting for😭😭 dude that kiss is engraved in my head for absolutely no reason I love it so much the animation was giving all it could have been giving at that moment😭😭 and also when Musa was giggling while riven was doing extra stuff with his hover bike just makes me so happy🥲

But then magical adventure ironically outsells the sotlk rivusa moments Bcs let me say when they meet in eraklyon and she runs and pushes up on his shoulders to kiss the side of his forehead😭😭 and his hand placement just gives me life and when they kiss (with so much tenderness that my heart is exploding) his hands deadass brushes over her ass😀😀😀 (the fact that the animators made an ACTIVE DECISION TO ANIMATE THAT TOO) it just helps with my hc that musas favourite place to hold riven is around his neck and his is around her waist (and lower ig🤷‍♀️ ) and they’re holding hands to wan to the ship too🥲🥲🥲 ALSO when riven ran up to musa on the ship to tell her “I always loved playing pirates” I MEAN COME ON THEY ARE SO CUTE and when they’re all kinda mourning over sky’s dad riven just puts his hands on her shoulders to comfort her and she later just reaches back to place her palm over his hand on her shoulder😭😭😭 URGH my heart can’t handle all these moments and then when the winx get back their powers she tackles him from the back and wraps her arms around his neck while she’s flying😭 and they just stay that way and look at each other when bloom and sky kiss lol🤪 and then when they need to fly back to the ship THEYRE THE LAST COUPLE TO SEPARATE AND HE JUST HOLDS HER HAND FOR AS MUCH AS HE CAN BEFORE SHE FLIES OFF😭😭😭 ok I think I’m done with my rivusa verbal diarrhoea I spent a whole 3 hours watching magical kingdom because I kept going back and slowing down the cute rivusa crumbs and analysing everything🤪 thank you for coming to my Ted talk about why rivusa have always been and will be the best

HELPPP THIS ASK IS EVERYTHING AND MORE!!!!

I thought I was the only one obsessed with movie Rivusa, bestie I love you, I could talk about "I've always loved playing pirates" for hours straight

YOUR SO RIGHT

SotLK is about big dramatic Rivusa while MA is all about those domestic casual Rivusa moments and I could stare at them forever

I rewatch the first and second movie p often because I love and are obsessed without them thank uuu so I am absolutely the person to send this to thank u for the food

I'm so mad they cut that scene bc Riven's arc in the first movie makes so much less sense without it but it's literally the same arc again and I'm sick of is, MA forever for just letting Rivusa vibe and exist

Like I know Riven is the most interesting and well written male character in the show but give my man a break 🙄🙄🙄 his shoulders must be in so much pain form carrying most of the specialist sub plots

I love all the Rivusa kisses from the first kingdom, but the one where she was surprising him was so cute. Riven defo stuggles with being openly affectionate even tho he really really wants to be and Musa knows this show she's being affectionate enough for the both of them I love them so much sobbing

Their so soft but I can't believe you needed the movie to tell u that Riven is handsy with his s/o /j like it was so obvious. I couldn't tell you who is worse between them tbh. Musa, as seen by her s1 outfit, is more attention getting, Riven is only subtle when you compare him to her. Musa is going to kill Riven with her outfits one day, and she's not gonna even be a little sorry because it was completely intentional

The animators knoooo

My hc is that Musa really likes just attaching herself to his arm. His arm is stuck being cuddled to her chest and he's not getting it back thank youuu. That hc is because the s2 finale party is literally everything I've ever needed in Winx, but I can definitely see where your coming from. Musa is part of the "I'm going to jump on my boyfriend" coalition with Stella and Aisha

And yes true, canon

THEIR LITERALLY SO CUTE ADORABLE AND SOFT IN THAT MOVIE AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH FOR IT

I love how Musa prefers to sneak attack Riven by jumping on his back. Stella and Aisha r so proud. She definitely does that just to mess with him. "Hahaha I snuck up on you 😜" and Riven, who damn well heard her is like "yaah you did babe" and then she messes with his pointy hair

They are BOTH CLINGY BECAUSE THEY WORRY ALOT ABOUT EACH OTHER CHANGE MY MIND I LOVE THEM SO DEARLY

YE S YES UES IVE DONE RHE SAME THING YOUR THE MOST VAILD PERSON IN THE WORLD

I completely agree and I am patiently waiting for the next ted talk this was WONDERFUL

[akihatohnoofficial]

URGH i can't BELIEVE people are shipping Saber/Shirou, Shirou is a minor and Saber is 35 this is abuse THIS ASK IS A JOKE IT'S A JOKE I AM JOKING 🌲

you’re so right like wtf is wrong with those freaks… at least we have our nice unproblematic saberillya where they’re both legal adults

[evanescentdawn]

me: writing is too much of a trouble

also me: hey, what if. I do. playlist shuffle picks song and depending on what songs come up, associated fandom/ship I will work on wip until it strikes midnight

more rambling abt the wips, under,

BECAUSE WHY NOT.

the first one is wip of ssblankperiod2023 that I wanted to finish them but eh didn’t really. anyways. it wasn’t really working on it than rather rewriting and maybe adding (1) new sentence. anywyas. i love TJEM so MCUH. theyre so<3<3<3 sasusaku on their travels is actually something that’s v important to me. also the whole thing of…..sakura going thro pregnancy…..and Sasuke being the absolute MOST insufferable. (00:09) husband that anybody has ever known. but also sakura has a life !!! a child !!!! he and her created. he’s going to be a freak about it. also sakura being endeared, really annoyed, but so endeared and understanding his actions — why he is Being like this — also she loves being pampered too, actyally. so she lets him be for a while. before punching his shoulder a “bit” so he can Relax and Let her Be, lmao. also the fact this fic idea was first brought by me going cray about sasuke + change in hair + sakura noticing it. i dont have that many wips/fics about hair on sasusaku but it’s more than one. and two. I think. anywyas. i need to write more. SASUSAKU…..HAIR….u know. I haven’t even gotten to the scene and that’s a crime. I SHOULD. anyways, yeah. also one thing that’s annoying me: in my writing, I notice, I urgh exaggerate fondness/endearment between characters towards little stuff they do and I LIKE THAT but also it’s getting fcking annoying. anyways, just saying. 00:13

SO THE. TOURUKI/BLEACH MODEL AU. read thro wip again. okay like so. actually. I have only (2) wips currently of bleach in my docs because everything fjjfjfjfj is scattered between tumblr drafts LMAO or notion or notes I think. anyways. I didn’t want to work on the ichihime one in there and this was there. so I read it, and it was fun actyally. a lot to work on, but fun. I decided to pick off where I stopped and that was — ishida & kurosaki — and god, why have I not written them before. well. yeah, actually I have….. but thats beside the point. I need to Write them. anyways, they’re so <3 and god I forgot what ship and what not ship was supposed to be in this wip. I WANT. POLY. SO BADLY. poly bleach. it is V Good. 000:16 never over the fact that ichigo actually. doesnt even know that Ishida exists in his class but before that — he actually berated rukia on not knowing Orihime was her classmate. classic ichigo behaviour <3 and of course he doesn’t know this rude, up-tight designer he has to work with years after is actually a highschool classmate. ALSO. ISHIDA CALLING ICHIGO KUROSAKI…. IM SO…… ISHIDA SIGHING AS HE SAYS KUROSAKI…… ISHIDA ADJUSTING HIS GLASSES AS HE SAYS KUROSAKI……..can u tell how much I miss bleach. anywyas, it’s so good. I miss it. I NEED TO WRITE MORE BLEACH STUFF. 00:19

so next was…. OUGH…. another sasusaku stuff. like. the next latest wip I have apparently was the garden was. I think it was “his name” but I ignored that for garden. didn’t think I was actually going to u know. work on it. but then I read it, got a strike thought for how to continue and IM DISTRAUGHT. blank!!!period!!!!! sasuke!!!!!!!!! SASUKE INTERACTING WIYH STRANGERS HE MEETS ON MISSIONS. that leads to conversation about gardening + tomatoes. sasuke learning about the art of gardening. im distraught. I love him and this fic so much. god. im so !!!!!!!!!!!!!! 00:22 [00:24: for some one who doesn’t even like gardening, they sure like the idea of gardening fics. well. actually I don’t about that but whenever I read my fav characters do gardening it’s [sobs] SOOOOOO. you know. 00:25 anyways,

[havockingboo]

nobody touch me i’m thinking about guard dog aka papyrus and beowulf at 1 am because ‘little people’ started playing ururutghhh it makes me. URGH

“Youre the one, i like the best.”

“I’m glad i found you.”

“I like hanging around you.”

THEYRE SOOO O O passes away. Do you think Papyrus ever tells Beowulf how much he means to him because he was actually his first genuine friend because he…wanted to talk to him first. And how he appreciates the way Beowulf treats all their conversations as genuine ones, because honestly!! they both have the same brain, beowulf is just less energetic as papyrus but when he sees the way papyrus gets excited about his interests or talks about being apart of the royal guard he gets excited too and they’re both just!! start yelling and getting excited and giggling like little dorks. BITES KNUCKLE picturing papyrus and beowulf out in the snow, papyrus rambling about what he will capture a human while building a puzzle while beowulf is just happily indulging the conversation. cries.

they make me so. freaking happy. wish i had better ideas to better convey their wholesome friendship but it’s 1 am lol

[vroomvroommbtch]

Gosh, real life made me stay too much time away from my favourite aussie boyzz and irish sisters!

Those two last chapters, Ms.Vroom?! ✨️P.E.R.F.E.C.T.I.O.N✨️

Mike and Maggie are together again, they've talked, sorted their shit things out and everything is right in the world again!

I cannot begin to tell you how happy I was to read them being silly in love in front of their family and friends...it felt so new and so fresh, like they never got to be together in such a whole/complete way like they are now. No hiding, no keeping any distance, almost no sneaking around...Mike and Maggie are a package deal-if you want one, you'll have to take the other too!

Also, damn that little escapade was so freaking hot! I'll leave at that, because yeahh, i just can't say anything else 🔥🔥🔥

Now...I don't even know where to begin with THE BABY FEVER CHAPTER ©️ ! Thats the unofficial name for the chapter, because the whole thing was just Mike and Maggie using little miss Olivia as training and wanting to have their own little aussie-irish humans.

Ok,ok... I'm being mean. It was very sweet to read how much Maggs is worried about Dan's shitty situation and I love the irish girls absolute rage towards McLaren because,same. It was also great to read M&M going forward with their relationship and Maggie actually talking about the things that are eating her brains away even if Mike has to somewhat coerce her to do it

But don't let me loose focus here: babiesbabiesbabies! You know cheesy I am with all the Maagie and Mike's white-picked-fence-happy-ending (let me be clear here and say that marriage and babies are not everyone's happy ending and goal/desire, and that is completely normal and ok!). But those two idiots in love?! Ohh boy they want it...and then want it a bit more! They couldn't even explain with words how all the 'my boyfriend/girlfriend with a baby' was affecting them! Urgh, I can't wait! But my dear Maggie...20?! I know those shiny eyes can make you feel things, but girl didn't give the man any more ideas. You already gonna have to deal with 3 energetic little things because ofc they're gonna have the third baby, don't give your hubby those ideas.

I'm gonna shut up now, otherwise I'll spend the rest of the night talking. I don't know if you notice, but I'm very very very excited with Mike and Maggie's future now that things are back on track for them!

Amazing as aways, sweets. Can't wait to see what you have in store for them!

-🍀

ANON! I was worried about you disappearing! I’m happy to see you back! Okay let’s answer this in parts.

Yes! They’re back and they sorted their shit out so they’re back and absolutely in love with each other 🥰

They’re not hiding, at least not in front of their family and friends. Except when the hiding is extremely necessary 👀 You won’t see them walking hand in hand in the paddock -even if they die to-, but that’s a story for another chapter. But yes, they’re a package deal hehehe

I LOVE THE UNOFFICIAL NAME AHAHAH they’re never gonna admit the baby fever, especially not Michael who’s clearly the most affected one 👀 but in general they’re just obsessed with each other and in this kind of a new chapter of their relationship and they’re just too happy to be well and enjoying their goddaughter together and they just want a life together 😭 and Maggie doesn’t want three but that girl would say yes to anything he wants😂

And even if she can’t do much, Maggie is worried sick about Dan, so if giving him a silly bracelet is all she can do, she is gonna do it.

And lastly, she’s trying hard to really say what’s on her mind. She’s working on it bc she really needs it but also bc Michael deserves it 🫰🏻

[thequeenofmyownscreen]

Fourteen things I noted about CR2E117 “The Tortoise and The Dare” :

this episode should have been called “Spin The Tortoise”

Lucien, to the Mighty Nein : “Why are you here ?” The Mighty Nein, not inclined to tell the whole truth : “Yes, that is a good question, why are we here ? Checkmate !!”

URGH Lucien is insufferable and cryptic and creepy

Caduceus insight checking Lucien is Taliesin on Taliesin violence

OLD MAGIC (I love that they’re basically saying ‘no Matt, we haven’t forgotten that from Campaign 1’)

Threshold crests ? LUCIEN IS TRYING TO BRING THE FUCKING CITY OF NIGHTMARE ON THE MATERIAL PLANE !!!

Conflict ! As always, Beau and Caleb both make good points, also Veth, and as always I think I’m on Beau’s side. Veth’s plan of double-crossing the Tomb Takers and getting ahead of them is a good one, but if the Mighty Nein succeed on this, they don’t have an exit plan for when Lucien & co. will catch up…

I’m crying with laughter, Jester tried to feed poor Sprinkle nuts (which isn’t weasel food), and then when Sprinkle consented to taste the bunny pie, Caduceus took the occasion to cast Detect Undead, “just to see”. Considering what this poor animal has survived… fair.

And then the Mighty Nein just openly discussed what they were planing to do with Vess DeRogna’s body, in front of Dagen, having fully forgotten he doesn’t know that Vess is dead

Oh, yeah, poor Dagen, he’s freaking out. This is EXACTLY the right time to use Modify Memory.

Marisha’s reaction, about Essek also being in Eiselcross : “I knew it !!! It was only a matter of time before we ran into people we know !! It’s like going to the mall on a Sunday… You’re going to run into your aunt !” That is weirdly specific and yet true, and I love her.

The combat versus the ice worm was starting great for the Mighty Nein and then they all got STUNNED EXCEPT FOR JESTER. Oh no !

And then Jester, like the Queen she is, just Polymorphed the ice worm into a snow bunny. Again, Laura Bailey wins D&D.

And then pure chaos, because the snow bunny was coming after Fjord - who did NOT reclaim his dignity on this one after being attacked by turtles - and the Star Razor automatically dealing damage turned the bunny into the ice worm once again, which was promptly turned into a turtle, put on its back, and spun around on the ice. I was laughing so much, oh my god. Polymorph, greatest spell ever after Counterspell ?

Gotta be honest, since they were talking about their different options according to a map I couldn’t see, I took the risk and searched it, and found it on Reddit !

[munsons-maiden]

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Here’s a smutty little oneshot while I’m working on the next chapter of Worlds Apart. I hope you enjoy! - Love, Kiki  ♡  

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Eddie Munson x female cheerleader!reader (virgin!Eddie x virgin!reader)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | It’s been two weeks since you and Eddie decided to stop sneaking around and start behaving like every other couple at Hawkins High. Only that you’re not. And after overhearing a group of cheerleaders’ especially cruel gossip about your relationship, Eddie’s insecurities, nourished by all those years of bullying, hit home despite all of his attempts not to let people’s vile words get to him. This time though...he feels like they might be right. Because why would a girl like you ever fall for a guy like him? And when Eddie realizes he made a mistake...he can only hope it’s not too late to fix what he broke. Based on this request: Maybe one where reader is a cheerleader and popular but only wants to be  with eddie but he is insecure because he's the school freak and  overhears mean gossip? Angst w a happy ending?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with a happy ending; soft, sweet smut; virgin!Eddie x virgin!reader; insecure Eddie; a Pride-And-Prejudice-style confession in the rain  

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 11k  

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (only read if you’re 18+ years old!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), p in v

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.  

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 & 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡

Eddie hadn’t wanted to eavesdrop. He truly hadn’t.

But he’d heard your name, and then his own, and now he was standing here, around the corner in the empty hallway, forced to listen to the voices of the three cheerleaders and the ugly things they were saying about you and him. He couldn’t muster the mental strength required to walk past them now and face their scrutiny.

He was a rat in a trap.

“…nearly got a heart attack when I saw her jump out of that rusty old van of his last week,” one of them remarked, “Like, I can’t wrap my head around the thought that they’re dating. Barf me out, that’s disgusting.”

“She’s probably just pitying that freak, anyways, and doesn’t know how to get rid of him. Like one of these flea-infested strays you feed one time and they’ll start following you around. He looks like one of these as well.” Eddie didn’t need to see her face to know she was scrunching her nose in disgust. He was used to that kind of reaction. “Oh god, do you think she’ll bring him if I invite her to my Spring Break party?”

“You probably shouldn’t risk it.”

“Probably. I’m a bit sorry for her, though.”

“Why? It’s on her if she’s screwing around with the scum. I always thought she’d end up with Steve Harrington, to be honest. They would’ve been such a cute couple before he graduated.”

“Don’t they always hang around?”

“I mean, yeah. As far as I know. She says they’re just friends but can you imagine rejecting Steve Harrington to end up with Eddie The Freak Munson?”

There was a beat of affirmative silence, before the second girl said, “I don’t get what she sees in that creep.”

“Maybe she fucks him to get a drug discount.”

“Or maybe he’s got some hidden talents,” the third girl jested.

Eddie could nearly feel how she was grimacing with disgust. It was dripping from her voice like poison.

“A freak in the streets and in the sheets?”

“Urgh, stop it!”, the first one giggled, “Don’t make me imagine it. I wanna scrub my eyes with bleach.”

“He probably always fucks her from behind so she won’t have to see his ugly face.”

There was a fit of giggles mingling with the sound of a locker door being slammed shut, before they finally left. Their footsteps were echoing through the silence that settled over the hallway as they walked away in the other direction, clearing Eddie’s path to the exit – but he was frozen in place.

His back against the wall, he let his head fall so his messy curls would hide the stray tear that was rolling down his cheek, as he squeezed his eyes shut to fight the feeling of nausea in his guts while the cheerleaders’ voices rang in his mind, like a broken record, playing their cruel words on repeat.

She’s probably just pitying that freak, anyways, and doesn’t know how to get rid of him.

I always thought she’d end up with Steve Harrington, to be honest.

He probably always fucks her from behind so she won’t have to see his ugly face.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since the two of you had decided to stop sneaking around and act like every other couple at Hawkins High.

The news of one of the cheerleaders dating Eddie The Freak had spread like a forest fire when the two of you had walked into the cafeteria together, hand in hand.

Eddie had known it would cause trouble – he just hadn’t anticipated how much the whispers and vile comments would hurt him. He was used to them, had been used to them as long as he could remember.

He was used to being eyed warily, glared at, picked upon and bullied because he was different, and he’d started wearing being different like a shield.

What hurt him was how people had started talking about you.

And the fact that Eddie knew, deep down…that they were right. That you deserved someone better than him.

Someone you could bring to parties and kiss in the hallways without being laughed at or shamed for it. Someone who played basketball instead of D&D, who wouldn’t graduate at his third attempt. Someone who looked like Steve Harrington, not like himself.

Someone who wasn’t a freak.

***

You’d known something was wrong when Eddie hadn’t shown up at your place for movie night as he usually did every Friday evening.

And when you’d sought him in the hallway the following Monday before classes, he hadn’t even looked at you before darting off in the other direction.

But if you were being totally honest with yourself…something had been wrong ever since you’d stopped hiding your relationship from the shark tank that was Hawkins High.

Things with Eddie had started out perfectly, all these months ago. The perfect love story, like the ones found on TV and between the pages of sappy romance novels.

Your craving for a chocolate milkshake and Eddie’s hunger for fries had led to a chance encounter at Benny’s Diner in the middle of a Saturday night a few months ago, and the night had ended with the two of you sharing milkshakes and fries until the good-natured but tired Benny had kicked you out by closing time at three in the morning.

When you’d parted ways in the parking lot with smiles as bright as the full moon in the skies above, the unspoken agreement had been struck to repeat whatever had happened that night. And one week later, when you’d shown up at the diner again, this time in the hopes not for a milkshake but the metalhead you’d always simply known as Eddie The Freak…Eddie had been there already, waiting for you with one of his dazzling grins and the confession that he’d hoped you’d show up again.

Benny’s diner became a sanctuary, and the milk-shake-and-fries-dates with Eddie an unspoken agreement. Away from the halls of Hawkins High where people would have stared, gossiped, about a cheerleader and the Freak talking, laughing together – when talking to Eddie and laughing with him felt like the most natural thing in the world. Like breathing. With Eddie, you realized that the corset you’d strapped yourself in could be loosened. Allowing you, for the first time in years, to actually breathe. To be yourself, just like he was, without saying something wrong, being judged. With Eddie, sharing fries and milkshakes at Benny’s little dinner under the cover of Saturday night when there was no danger of bumping into anyone at school because they were all busy partying, you felt more like yourself than you had in a very long time.

And the Saturday night diner dates had morphed into lunchbreaks spent in the shadow of the bleachers or on the little clearing in the woods behind the sports field, hidden from prying eyes; into movie nights and hikes through the woods until one clear, cold night three months ago, Eddie had finally kissed you underneath the starry night sky outside of The Hideout after one of his gigs, his skin soaked with sweat and his voice hoarse from singing and playing the guitar all night. It had been the picture-perfect first kiss.

And one single kiss had turned into many.

Stolen kisses in empty classrooms, fleeting touches and lingering glances in the hallways whenever the two of you passed by each other, heated make-out sessions on the couch of the trailer he shared with his uncle.

And the crush you’d been harboring for Eddie had turned into so, so much more.

Into love.

Not that giddy kind of infatuation of High School sweethearts, but actual love. The kind of love that had you plan your future together, far away from shallow-minded little Hawkins and its gossips.

But where movies and romance novels ended…real life went on.

It wasn’t enough anymore to share stolen kisses when nobody was looking, to see each other every day in class, the cafeteria, the hallways, so close yet parted by that invisible line neither of you had known how to cross – because as soon as the two of you set foot into Hawkins High, you were still a cheerleader. And Eddie was still The Freak.

Until, two weeks ago, the two of you had decided to end the secrecy and behave like every other couple at Hawkins High did.

You’d been prepared for the havoc the two of you would cause, the stares and whispers and bullying, but…you’d been tired of hiding. And you’d thought Eddie had been, too. That he was secretly scared you were ashamed of being with him, when all you wanted to do was shout it from the rooftops that you were in love with Eddie Munson.

That the reason Eddie had never made a move towards Third Base – and had gallantly thwarted all of your attempts to change that fact – had been rooted not only in his genuinely sweet, gentlemanly manners, but a deeper-rooted hurt about you still keeping your relationship hidden.  

But now, two weeks later, it was obvious that something was wrong.

Eddie was avoiding you. And with every step you tried to take to close this strange new distance between the two of you, it felt like he took three steps backwards. Away from you.

By the time Friday had arrived, the vague sense of doom which had started to grow in your chest over the past two weeks had grown into fully-fledged panic.

And you finally had enough of Eddie’s dancing around you.

It was a game day, the whole of Hawkins High a sea of orange and green as everyone sported the school’s colors in anticipation of the basketball game which would take place that evening. Everyone, except for the members of the Hellfire Club, you noticed with a small smile as you entered the cafeteria for lunch break. They’d donned their matching Hellfire shirts for their own game that night, the ones Eddie had designed a few months ago, on a paper napkin at Benny’s Diner.

With his messy dark curls long enough to brush his shoulders, the ripped jeans, the leather jacket and denim vest and rings, the tattoos decorating his skin, Eddie Munson always stuck out in a crowd – but today, in the sea of green and orange – from shirts to scrunchies, from banners to ribbons – he stuck out like a black swan in a pond full of white ones as he was lounging in his usual place at the head of the Hellfire Club’s table. The smile on your lips widened at the sight of him, gesticulating as he replied to something Mike had said. But the giddy feeling in your chest died and withered as realization crept back in that he’d been avoiding you the whole week. The whole past two weeks.

A group of sophomore girls walked past you, a few of them glancing at your cheerleader uniform with various expressions of timidness and awe, and you gave them a little smile as they passed.

Ever since you’d started dating Eddie, most people had stopped throwing you awning gazes and shy smiles in the hallways. Instead, there were now whispers trailing in your wake; some more hurtful than others, but that’s what you’d expected.

Four more months, and you were out of here. You both would be. Rid of ugly whispers and disgusted glances, of people treating you as if the stain dating Eddie The Freak Munson had left on your reputation was an infectious disease.

It hurt. Not because you cared what people thought about you – but because nobody outside of Hellfire seemed to see Eddie the way you did. They couldn’t look past the tattoos, the ripped denim and leather, the unkempt exterior, to see the heart of gold, all the sweetness and kindness underneath that shone from every single one of his radiant smiles.

The smile, though, was wiped from Eddie’s face as you walked towards the Hellfire Club table, the usual exhilarated mood at the table snuffed out like sunlight covered by rainclouds – the same rain clouds dimming the light in Eddie’s eyes when his gaze met yours.

It felt like a knife being plunged into your chest.

You’d hoped for him to give you one of his dazzling smiles when his eyes landed on you, to jump up and kiss you and whirl you around like he always did, but he stayed frozen in place, still as one of his D&D figurines as he watched you approach with a mix of surprise and…something else. Something you couldn’t quite decipher. It scared you.

The silence which had settled over the Hellfire Club’s table seemed to grow more tense when you came to stand beside Eddie, your weary smile into the group, at Gareth and Jeff and Dustin and Mike, answered by uneasy sideways glances flitting between you and Eddie, whose expression had turned into an unreadable mask so unlike him it hurt.

“Eddie, can we talk?”, you said quietly, fiddling with the hem of your cheerleader skirt just to give your hands something to do.

Eddie didn’t even look at you as you uttered the words. His eyes scanned the assembled crowd in the cafeteria, the sideways glances thrown your way, before he said, “Yeah. Sure. Outside?”

Up until now, there had been this tiny sliver of hope that it had all been a misunderstanding. That all your deep, dark fears of losing Eddie, nourished by these past days of sudden radio silence until the tender saplings of anxiety had grown into weeds threatening to suffocate you from within, were irrational, that Eddie’s sudden distance could be rooted in a harmless, reasonable explanation. A misunderstanding.

That if you called him out on it, it would turn out you’d just been paranoid. But judging by his reaction now, it was obvious that wasn’t the case.

Your heart seemed to cease its beating, to freeze over and plummet to the floor all at the same time as, like caught in a trance, you followed Eddie out of the cafeteria and into the silence of the abandoned hallway outside. He didn’t take your hand like he usually did. Didn’t press a delicate kiss to your cheek or your knuckles, didn’t play with the green satin ribbon in your hair matching the cheerleader uniform. Didn’t pull you into a spontaneous little dance, twirling you until your head was spinning and tears of laughter ran down your face.

The air between the two of you was frozen like Lover’s Lake in December when he came to a halt, the silence of the abandoned corridor around you suffocating as Eddie finally turned to face you. It was strange, so utterly unfamiliar to see that there was not a single spark of the usual humor, the usual gentle warmth in his dark eyes as he looked at you now.

“Shouldn’t you be at cheerleader training rehearsing for the game?”, he asked, his voice as hollow as his gaze.

“There are more important things than cheerleader training,” you began, voice softening as you took a tentative step closer to him and added, “Eddie, talk to me. Please. You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks now. And…and I need to know what’s wrong.”

The way Eddie shrunk back from you when you reached out to grasp his hand hit you like a punch to the gut.

“Did I do something wrong?”, you said quietly, letting your hand fall to your side.

Something in your voice, in your eyes, though, snapped Eddie out of this strange detached state, and with a shaky sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut as if he was in pain.

And it dawned on you that you’d already lost him.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” he breathed, his own voice choked with emotions, “But this doesn’t work.”

“What –“

“This,” he exclaimed, waving at the space between the two of you, “It doesn’t work. You’re a cheerleader, and I’m a freak. And I’m tired of playing pretend.”

“Don’t,” you said quietly, voice strained to its breaking point with the lump that was forming in your throat, the tears stinging in your eyes and threatening to spill because you knew, could feel where this conversation was heading. It felt like being strapped to a train hurtling towards a glaring abyss. “Don’t call yourself that, Eddie.”

“But it’s true. I’m a freak. And avoiding to say it doesn’t change it. I’m tired of pretending I could be more than the guy tagging along with you through a little phase of rebellion before you tire of him and settle down with one of the Steve Harringtons of this world.” He drew out Steve’s name into a lilt, his voice dripping with disdain.

You reeled back. “Tell me that’s not what you think.”

“It’s what I know.”

Anger started rising in your chest now, mingling with the panic and pain already churning there like a maelstrom threatening to drag you under.

“What you know,” you echoed, voice trembling. “When did I ever give you a reason to believe that, Eddie? When?”

“You’re a cheerleader.” The way he said it, as if that was all there was to you…it made you sick.

“So, a pair of pompoms and a short skirt determine my personality? You, of all people, should know not to judge a book by its cover. And especially not a book you’ve already read.” It came out as a whisper as you tried to swallow back the tears.

“That’s…that’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying, Eddie?”

Don’t. Please don’t do this.

Your tongue couldn’t form the desperate plea your heart was screaming at him.

With his voice so uncharacteristically quiet and detached, Eddie said, “I’m saying good-bye.”

There was a shellshocked daze clouding your senses as your body went numb, the sensation spreading from your chest to your fingertips as you waited to wake up with sweat-soaked sheets tangled around your legs and the relief of knowing this, right now, had just been a horrible dream and that Eddie would be waiting at your front door to pick you up for school with that beautiful smile on his lips.

The shrill sound of the bell piercing the silence of the hallways to announce the end of lunch break was dulled in your ears, a scratch at the edge of your perception.

It was curious, how the shattering of a heart didn’t make a single sound when it could be felt so clearly, caused a pain that ran deeper than any blade could pierce.

There was no time for you to react, to beg him to tell you what had happened in the span of a few days to end things like this.

The hallways flooded with people leaving the cafeteria for their afternoon classes, and Eddie was gone.

Walking away down the hallway, the familiar sight of the DIO patch on his denim vest and dark curls fading into the sea of orange and green as he walked away from you.

Just like that.

***

You didn’t remember how you’d gotten to the bathroom, or how long you’d been cowering in the stall, on the dirty, grimy tiles, hugging your knees as sobs ripped through you, the numbness in your body fading as pain took over.

Real, physical pain in your chest, as if your heart had actually shattered into a million tiny shards that were now scraping at your insides, tearing you open while the damn tears wouldn’t stop falling.

Eddie was your first love, your first everything.

And part of you had always – foolishly – clung to the belief that things would always stay that way. That Eddie Munson wouldn’t be your first heartbreak, too. That the plans you’d made for the future would become reality.

You couldn’t figure out what had happened.

Did it even matter, if something had happened? Was that better than Eddie simply falling out of love?

***

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

Eddie’s head snapped up at the sudden sound, and a sigh escaped him as he saw Dustin, hands on his hips as he was standing in the doorway to the room Hellfire shared with the theatre club. The boy’s expression in the shadow of his cap was a mix of shock and anger.

“You’re not even going to argue?”, Dustin challenged.

“Would you go away if I did?”, Eddie replied. His voice was meek and coarse from crying. He was tired. So fucking tired and miserable.

“I won’t go anyway. I heard what you said to her.”

“You spied on me?”

“A High School hallway isn’t exactly a place for private conversation,” Dustin quipped, locking his hands in front of his chest now. The kid definitely needed to get his ego in check.

“Dustin –“ Eddie began, but the boy was already stalking towards him with a grim determination on his face as he said, “No. Let me speak. I’m pretty sure you already know what I’m about to say. Hear me out. You’re a fucking fool. You know why? The sweetest, prettiest girl of Hawkins High gave you her heart, and you threw it away because you’re so deep in your little bubble of moping and whining…about what? That she obviously loves you?”

“She never said that.”

Dustin threw his hands in the air, clearly exasperated now. “Did you? Did you ever say it to her?”

There was a pause as Eddie stared at Dustin, before the boy went on, “That’s what I thought. Why do you think she loves you, huh? For your popularity? Your good grades? Your flowery smell?”

“I get it Henderson, thank you. No need to rub it in.”

“No, you don’t get it and that’s the problem. Are you a Jason Carver? A Patrick McKinney? A Steve Harrington? No!”

“I’m already literally on the floor already,” Eddie said quietly, lacking the strength to even feel indignant, “Why do you keep kicking me, kid?”

“You’re an Eddie. And that’s your selling point! The girl took a single look at you, in all your weird glory, all revved up and jumping tables and selling drugs –“

“Wait, how do you –“

“You carry that stuff around in your lunchbox. Do you think she didn’t know there would be gossip and bullying? She did, of course she did! Yet she took one look at you, at Eddie The Freak, and decided you were worth all that trouble.”

“You don’t even know what happened,” Eddie muttered, raking a trembling hand through his curls. “You don’t know what people are saying –“

“You’re the one who taught me to not be bullied into giving up what I love and now you’re sitting here, hiding and moping around after doing exactly that. You threw her away like the notes for a failed D&D campaign. Or did you really think you were letting her go because you’re such a hero? You’re not a hero, you’re a coward. You’re running away. And while it’s okay to run away from danger or graduation or whatever, it’s really fucking stupid to run away from someone who loves you.” Dustin paused, letting his words sink in, before he added, “If I were you, I’d be on my knees and begging for her to forgive your utter and devastating stupidity and take you back. So…” Dustin cleared his throat, straightening his spine as he stared down at Eddie, who was still miserably cowering amid the scenery for the theatre club’s next piece, “Eddie The Freak. Get up from the floor, wipe your eyes, blow your nose, and get your girl back.”

With these words still hanging in the air, Dustin turned to leave, but Eddie’s voice rang out to hold him back.

“Henderson. Wait.”

Dustin turned, watching as Eddie slowly climbed back to his feet. Taking a steadying breath, he righted his leather jacket and he raised his chin, before he announced, “You need to tell the others that Hellfire’s cancelled tonight.”

“Wa –“

“There’s a goddamn important balls-and-laundry-baskets game I need to attend.”

Eddie could only hope it wasn’t too late already.

***

You’d never been so miserable in your life like you felt right now, dancing and jumping and smiling that wide fake smile as your muscles went through the movements of the choreography like a sleepwalker.

The cheers and voices in the gym blurred like the faces around you as every second made it harder to fight back the tears threatening to spill all over again.

You didn’t need to be a genius to know you were walking the flimsy tightrope over the abyss of a mental breakdown.

You only needed to get through the next two hours.

And then you could break down and cry your soul out.

Two hours.

“Watch your step!”, the hiss of one of the other cheerleaders tore you from your thoughts as you spun just in time to avoid bumping into her, your mind catching up with the steps of the choreography just in time to correct the little misstep and twirl – and time froze for a few heartbeats as your eyes locked on a pair of umber ones, staring back at you from the entrance to the gym.

He was standing in the shadow of the bleachers, hair tousled and hands shoved into the pockets of his ripped jeans as he watched you, the ghost of a sad little smile tugging at his lips that made him look like a lost puppy.

And despite all the hurt and heartbreak, despite the cruel things he’d said, your stupid little heart leapt in your chest like a bird in the confinements of its cage, ready to burst free and flutter right into his hands.

In the months since the two of you had started dating, Eddie Munson had never, not once, attended one of the “balls-and-laundry-baskets games” since they always took place on Fridays, at the same time as Hellfire Club, and it was sacrilegious to ever postpone Hellfire – but now here he was. And he was watching you the way only Eddie had ever looked at you. Not simply looking at you, but seeing you.

His gaze left that familiar prickling sensation in its wake on your skin you couldn’t get enough of as your surroundings blurred like watercolors because the only thing that mattered right then, the only thing that ever mattered, was that Eddie was here.

It took a few heartbeats for your senses to snap back to reality, for you to realize that the music had stopped and cheers rose all throughout the room as you struck the final pose, applause following as the cheerleaders of Hawkins High left the field to make room for the game which would start any minute now.

But as you walked with the others towards the spot at the edge of the field reserved for the cheerleaders, you couldn’t wait a single second longer.

You needed to know why Eddie was here.

A few of the other cheerleaders threw you dirty glances as you broke formation, pompoms still clutched in your hands, and raced along the bleachers towards the exit, heart racing and mind going a mile a minute.

But the blind spot between the exit and the bleachers was empty when you reached it. Eddie was gone.

The applause rising in the gym at your back rang in your ears in time with your racing heart as you darted out of the building and onto the parking lot.

Night had fallen already, and the soft drizzle from earlier had turned into a full-blown spring storm pelting down on you, biting the bare skin on your arms and legs as you squinted into the rain-soaked darkness, scanning the parking lot for the familiar sight of Eddie’s rusty old van.

It was still there, parked at the edge near the fence separating the premises of Hawkins High from that of the Middle School. Which meant Eddie was still around somewhere.

Not caring about the freezing rain, you raced towards the old van, weaving between the rows and rows of parked cars filling the for now abandoned space as the shrill noise of a whistle seeped out of the gym to fill the night, the noise of cheers, but you couldn’t care less about the game.

Just as you reached Eddie’s van, moving to squint through the driver’s side window to see if he was inside, someone called out your name. The voice was so beautifully familiar, the cadence like a melody you knew by heart, its soft lilt your favorite tune in the world as your heart soared and plummeted to the ground like a stone at the bottom of a well all at the same time.

You whirled around, coming face to face with Eddie.

He was absolutely soaked.

His mess of dark curls was plastered to his pale face in wet tangles, and rain was dripping into his face, running down his cheeks like tears as he held your gaze and stammered, “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you –“

“What are you doing?”, you cut him off. The words came out harsher than you’d intended for them to sound, but…you couldn’t help it.

He looked like a lost puppy as he watched you with those damn doe eyes, wide with a silent plea. “I didn’t want to interrupt, I just…I wanted to see you,” he replied quietly, “And that was stupid because you obviously don’t wanna see me right now, I get that, I really do. So, uh…I decided to just wait here until after the game and…talk to you.”

He’d started fiddling with the rings on his fingers. Like he always did when he was nervous.

“I thought you already said everything you needed to,” you said.

It was getting more difficult to hold back the tears with every second.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathed, rubbing a hand over his face, fingers carding through the rain-soaked curls plastered to his forehead – and it was the familiarity of this nervous little gesture that finally broke the dam.

The tears started falling down your face to mingle with the cold rainwater, and your vision blurred as Eddie cooed, sounding as desperate as you felt, “No, no, no, no, please don’t cry, sweeth- please don’t cry, okay?”

“What else am I supposed to do?!”, you shot back, your voice already breaking like your heart had.

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hands, the stupid pompoms you were still clutching tickling your face, before Eddie gently pried your hands away from your face, taking the pompoms from you so you could swipe at the tears and the rain on your cheeks.

The gesture was so tender, so Eddie, that the tears only started to fall harder.

“I was stupid”, Eddie breathed, eyes on yours, pleading, “Really goddamn fucking stupid. Because I got scared.”

“Of what?”, you whispered.

“Of this.” Eddie waved the pompoms between the two of you. Under different circumstances, it would have been hilarious, seeing Eddie the metalhead absolutely soaked like a cat that got lost in the rain gesture heatedly with a pair of wet pompoms.  

“Of…of not being enough,” he finished, taking a trembling breath that told you he was barely holding back his own tears. His bottom lip was trembling when he added, “I…I’ll wait here. Go back to your game and I’ll wait here and if you decide to hear me out – and I know I don’t deserve a single goddamn second more of your time but I’m begging you to grant it anyways – then I’ll be right here, ‘kay?”

The pouring rain was the only noise filling the deafening silence which settled over the two of you as Eddie waited for your reply.

And while your heart screamed at you to break the silence, to take his hand and tell him to never let you go again…your head told you not to.

He’d hurt you. He’d been the reason why you’d cried your heart out at the floor of the High School bathroom for the past few hours.

“I gave you my heart,” you whispered, “And you took it and smashed it on the floor of that fucking hallway. And then you left me there. Without any explanation. Just like that.”

It was hard to speak through the force of your tears choking you, the pouring rain all around drowning out your frail voice.

“Nothing has changed in the past hours, Eddie. I’m still a cheerleader. I’ve always been a cheerleader, and you’ve always been a freak. It was you who started to reduce us to that. It was you who made clear that I’ll be the one to break your heart while you were just doing the exact same thing with mine. That’s not fair. And I didn’t deserve that.”

And with tears falling down your face in hot rivulets that mingled with the cold rain, you turned to go back inside. You didn’t even have the strength to grab your pompoms back from him. It didn’t matter, you couldn’t go back to the game anyways, to cheering with a smile when you were soaked and freezing and numb and sobbing, with your breaking heart that was still screaming at you to stop and run back into his arms.

“I love you.”

Eddie’s words, spoken with such quiet fervor, froze you in your tracks.

“That night you walked into the diner for milkshakes and we first talked? It wasn’t just a lucky coincidence,” Eddie said, his voice nearly breaking underneath the force of his own emotions. “I…At the start of the school year, last summer, I got the bats tattoo.” You could hear the soft rustle of fabric as he raised his arm, clad in the sleeve of his leather jacket, but you didn’t have the strength to turn around yet, to look into those big brown eyes that would bring you to your knees.

“I doodled these bats on my chemistry homework a few days before that and I decided they looked metal so I got them tattooed and the next day in class – you were sitting beside me that day – you told me the bat tattoo was bitchin’,” Eddie went on. You didn’t need to see his face to know his own tears had started falling. “You told me that you’d seen me doodle them the other day and it was cool I got them tattooed and I was, like, a hundred percent sure you were poking fun of me. I waited for you to say something mean because that’s what people always do and you were a goddamn cheerleader and I was actually kinda scared out of my mind of you. But you didn’t mock me or laugh at me or call me a freak. You smiled. Really, genuinely smiled. And I never recovered from that.” He laughed; a low, disbelieving laugh as you felt your own tear-soaked smile tug at your lips as you remembered that day.

“I thought it was the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen,” Eddie continued, “Like sunshine. I started watching you after that day. At lunchbreak, class, in the hallways…it was so annoying. Because there was no way you’d ever talk to me again. Like, no way. Zero chance. But that grip you had on me ever since that day was insane. Like, you probably could have asked me to join the cheer squad and I wouldn’t have hesitated a single. Goddamn. Second. To put a ribbon in my hair and start cheering for Jason fucking Carver if you’d asked me to.”

His low, incredulous little laugh floated through the air.

Your favorite sound in the world.

And a broken little laugh ripped free from your own in response, mingling with more tears as your heart fluttered in your chest, with love and…hope.

“And when I saw your car in that diner’s parking lot six months ago,” Eddie went on, having a hard time speaking through his own tears, “I knew if I left that goddamn High School without shooting my shot and finally talking to you, I’d be the most stupid fucking dumbass in history. Going in there, walking up to you and saying hi was the one brave thing I ever did.”

Eddie paused, swallowing back his tears before he added, “And leaving you there in that cursed hallway today was the most stupid thing I ever did. So…I guess what I’m trying to say, what I’ve been trying to say for a while now but have been too chicken to actually say is…I love you, Y/N. I love you with all my cynical heart. And I’m sorry.”

In the rain-soaked silence that followed, you finally turned around to face him.

Eddie’s eyes, these beautiful dark eyes, were set on you, blinking against the rainwater running from his soaked hair and down his face, the tears in his eyes. He’d never looked so lost and desperate as he did right now, in the pouring rain, waiting for your reply.

“I was scared as well,” you said softly.

He tilted his head. “Of – of me?”

“You got a reputation as cult leader, satanist, freak and drug dealer. But you were always doodling stuff in your books and on your notes and I spent whole classes just watching you doodle. It always looked so cool. And I remember the day you doodled the Hellfire logo and showed up with the shirt a week later and I was so intrigued by that, the passion you put into the things you were doing. Drawing, D&D. Guitar. I saw you design your band’s logo as well. I felt like a weirdo, staring at you like that during classes,” you added with a soft chuckle, “But honestly, I couldn’t look away. You were sitting right in front of the window in Mrs. O’Donnell’s class, and the lighting always painted your hair in different shades. On rainy days it was ink-black, like the sharpie you used to draw. When it was sunny, it was all shades of chocolate. And you always smile when you’re drawing, that sweet small concentrated smile while you’re poking out your tongue. That was when I knew that the guy beside me in English Lit wasn’t the same menacing freak people made him out to be. And I was drawn in. And when I saw you got those bats tattooed, I shot my shot. You grinned, the most dazzling grin …and you never talked to me again until that night we met at Benny’s diner.”

For a heartbeat, there was only the pitter-patter of rain as you stared at each other, all the unspoken things hanging in the air between you until you finally broke underneath their weight.

“But what if you get scared again?”, you choked out. You weren’t sure Eddie would even hear your frail voice against the downpour of the rain pelting down on the asphalt, the parked cars, but he had.

The sad-looking, rain-soaked pompoms still clutched in his hands like a lifeline, Eddie sank down onto his knees, right in the middle of the parking lot in the pouring spring rain, utterly soaked and lost, and his eyes never left yours as he said, “Please, let me explain. Not rationalize, just…just explain. Five minutes. And then you can…you can leave, slap me, strangle me, whatever is it you wanna do.”

The sight of Eddie, kneeling on the wet asphalt of the parking lot, blinking against the rain that was dripping from the wet mess of his curls plastered to his face as he stared up at you, the plea in his huge dark eyes, the holding the soaked pompoms front of his chest…it was just so Eddie that the wave of affection overwhelmed you, stealing the words right off your tongue.

You gave him a curt nod, locking your arms in front of your chest as you waited for him to explain himself.

“In these two weeks since we stopped sneaking around, people have been horrible,” Eddie began. “It’s painted a target on your back. You never said anything about it but you didn’t need to because I know how most of the other cheerleaders have started treating you. That your friends stopped inviting you to parties…and the reason why you’re on this crashing downfall is me. And the thing is…maybe they’re right. Maybe I don’t deserve to be with you. Maybe I’ll never be good enough. Just…what do I have to give you? It’s my third attempt at goddamn graduation. Shit, I’m selling drugs. I’m a weirdo. And you…you’re beautiful, and kind, and you’re insanely clever. And…what kind of future do I have to give you, other than some tiny, crappy apartment and milkshakes at an even crappier diner for date night? You deserve someone who can give you all the fancy stuff in the world that you deserve. Someone you can kiss in public without people being disgusted. Someone who’s not me. Someone who’s not a freak.” There was so much venom in his voice as he spat that word, so much bitterness and disdain.

And just like that, everything made sense.

Eddie hadn’t left because he didn’t want to endure the bullying and gossip and whispers any longer.

He’d left because he actually believed them.

He believed that he wasn’t enough.

He believed the bullies, with their cruel jabs and their nicknames and their vile gossip, were right.

Because…if you’re being told the same thing over and over again, all your life…of course you start to believe it.

“God, Eddie,”, you breathed. “I’m…first of all, these people talking shit about us are not my friends. They’ve never been. You are. You’re my best friend in the world. And instead of just talking to me about the things bothering you, you just started to shut me out. No explanation, nothing. Because if you’d bothered to tell me about what’s going on with you, I could have told you that…that you’re all I want. That crappy little apartment with you is all I want. Milkshakes at some shitty diner are all I want. Because it’s with you. I don’t care about fancy stuff or gossips as long as the person beside me is you. Nothing else matters, and nothing else will ever matter. I love you, Eddie. And I’m sorry it’s so hard for you to see why.”

You’d crossed the distance between the two of you, standing right beside his van now.

There was a heartbeat of silence as the two of you stared at each other. Beneath the soaked strands of his hair, the dark chocolate brown of his curls turned into midnight black by the rain, Eddie’s dark eyes were brimming with tears as they rested on you.

“You…you love me?”, he breathed, his voice trembling, barely audible over the noise of the downpour.

He sounded incredulous. Bewildered.

It tore your heart to ribbons, to realize Eddie truly didn’t see how anyone could be in love with him when he deserved all the love in the world.

He must have seen the answer in your eyes already – because he didn’t wait for your reply.

Eddies hands came up to cradle your face before his lips crashed on yours in a kiss so desperate and fierce that it made the parking lot, the rain, the whole world around you blur as each and every one of your senses came alive to narrow in on Eddie.

On the feeling of his lips against yours, his thumbs brushing away the droplets of rain and tears streaming down your face as he gently angled your head to deepen the kiss, pressing closer while your fingers buried in the mess of his soaked curls at the nape of his neck to draw the softest of moans from his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie breathed into the kiss, his lips chasing yours, “I’m so fucking sorry, sweetheart. I’m not gonna run again. I promise.”

You knew he meant it. With all his heart.

Your hands buried in his soaked curls, you pulled him closer, and Eddie obliged happily, pressing himself against you while your back thudded against the hood of his van.  

One of his hands roamed down your waist, to your thigh, as he helped you sit on the metal of the hood, not caring for the rain soaking your skirt as you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer, and the sweetest noise tumbled from Eddie’s lips as you bucked your hips against his, your crotch meeting the growing bulge in his pants to make him groan into the kiss as his tongue grazed your bottom lip.

You didn’t care about the pouring rain or the hard metal of the van’s hood beneath you. Nothing else mattered but Eddie’s lips on yours, his arms around you.

The cold of the spring night was melted away by the heat of Eddie’s body pressed against yours, the blissful burning sensation his kisses sent through you.

His arm snaked around you, hand settling on the back of your head to support your weight as the other slipped underneath the soaked shirt of your cheerleader uniform, fingertips drawing small circles on your wet skin as his tongue danced over yours, his intoxicating taste of chocolate and the faintest trace of cigarettes mingling with the rain and the salt of your tears invading your senses and sending your mind spinning like sparkling, frizzing champagne injected straight in your veins – only better. So, so much better.

Intoxicating and dizzying in all the ways only Eddie ever could make you feel.

With each kiss, so ravenous and greedy and gentle and sweet all at the same time, Eddie was placing all the pieces of your heart back together, mending what he’d broken.

Rain and darkness became your guardians, shielding you from the cruel, prying eyes of the rest of the world as you sunk into Eddie’s arms, rolling your hips against his with more vigor this time, and his answering groan, vibrating through your own body to stoke the embers glowing in your core into flames, drifted into the rain-filled dark of the parking lot.

The sodden skirt of your uniform had ridden up with the movement, and Eddie’s hand left your waist to roam down, exploring the side of your thigh, fingertips warm against your cold skin as he started to toy with the waistband of your panties, thumb hooking around the fabric as you pressed closer in a silent plea for him to follow through and remove the damn thing –

“Wait,” Eddie breathed, pulling away to assess you, and concern took over his expression.

“We need to get you somewhere warm before you catch your death out here,” he said softly – and only then did you realize you were, indeed, shivering. Tremors were racing through your body as the freezing spring-rain soaked through the fabric of your cheerleader uniform, running down the bare skin of your arms, your legs, plastering the fabric to your body and settling on your skin with biting intensity.

“Oh,” you replied, mind still caught up in the blissful haze of his kisses.

But when Eddie moved to gently pull you down from the hood of his van, back towards the gym with him, you called out softly, “No. I don’t want to go back in there right now.”

Eddie tilted his head, confusion still written across his features before his eyes lit up with an idea. “Then the van it is. Come on, sweetheart. Gotta warm you up.”

“You did a pretty good job with that already,” you teased as Eddie ripped open the doors at the back of the van, helping you climb inside with a gallant little bow before following you, pulling the doors shut to lock the two of you in the peaceful solitude of the car.

The band equipment which was usually occupying the cargo space was gone, leaving room for the two of you.

Eddie knelt in front of you as you sat, already grabbing one of the scratchy old wool blankets stacked in the back he usually used as padding to keep the band’s equipment safe from his maniacal driving style.

“C’mere,” he said softly, unfolding the blanket as he scooted closer, and your heart fluttered happily in your chest at the tenderness with which he wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, using the edges to gentle swipe at the mix of rain and drying tears on your cheeks, drawing a soft smile from you before you grabbed a second blanket.

“Your turn,” you instructed, gesturing for Eddie to shrug off the sodden combination of denim vest and leather jacket. The shirt beneath was plastered to his chest, and you inched closer to put the blanket around his shoulders, carding your fingertips through the wet strands of his bangs falling into his forehead – and Eddie reached out to gently catch your wrist.

“Are we…”, he began but drifted off timidly, and sadness flooded his umber eyes, as if he were scared to voice the question dangling in the air between the two of you.

He swallowed, gathering his courage underneath your own soft gaze before he said quietly, “Do you still want me?”

Affection washed over you at the anxiety in his gaze, the soft tremble of his bottom lip, and you gently freed your wrist from his grasp to lace your fingers with his.

“You’ve always been the only one I wanted, Eddie Munson.”

The smile on his lips was radiant, dazzling, warming you from within as he slowly pulled you towards him, onto his lap, his hands leaving yours to settle on your hips beneath the blanket wrapped around your shoulders like a cape, the warmth of his palms seeping through the sodden fabric of your shirt.

And with an intensity in his dark eyes that burned right through you in all the best ways, Eddie murmured, “I’m a goddamn dumbass.”

“You are,” you agreed with a soft giggle, “But you’re my goddamn dumbass.”

“Where were we?”, he grinned, nuzzling your nose, that radiant smile still on his lips.

But you bit your lip, scanning his face, before you timidly asked, “Is that why we didn’t…make it to Third Base yet?”

The little wince in reply didn’t escape your notice, but before your heart could sink again, he said, “At first, I wanted to take things slow and do it right and be a gentleman.”

“And then?”

“Then I got scared. Because…I’ve never, you know. I was scared senseless I’d do something wrong. I’m…I’m not confident. I’m just really good at playing pretend. I mean, I’m confident when I play D&D or my guitar but I feel like these are the only two things I’m actually good at so…”

He drifted off again, averting his gaze.

Your hands came up to cup his cheeks, and you gently tilted his head to make him meet your gaze before you murmured, “What happened in those two weeks, Eddie?”

He meekly shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to fight his tears, and your heart bled for him – and raged, about all the bullying and the cruelties he must have had to endure for them to lodge as deep as they obviously had.

“You can tell me,” you pleaded softly. “You know you can tell me, right?”

You could tell he was fighting the tears, the shame – and had you been able to set fire to the whole damn town for treating him like this, making sweet, caring, kind Eddie believe the ugly, vile things they were whispering about him, you would have burned this whole Hellhole to the ground.

“You also know you don’t have to tell me,” you added, brushing away a few soaked curls from his cheeks. “You can tell me when you’re ready. Okay?”

He gave you a curt nod, swallowing against the lump in his throat.

And into the silence which followed, filled by the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the van’s roof, you placed the softest, delicate kiss on his cheek before you breathed, “I love you, Eddie Munson. For the way you light up every room with your smiles and your laugh. For seeing people, instead of just looking at them. For choosing kindness when it would be easier to just be rude. For caring about all the lost little sheepies.” Your words coaxed a timid little smile from his as he watched you, your fingertips playing with the sodden dark curls framing his face, “For caring. For being unapologetic and yourself even if you don’t think you’re brave, because sadly, being yourself in a world like ours and a town like Hawkins is the bravest thing one could do. And for giving others the courage to do the same. For giving me the courage to do the same.”

“Chances are,” he quipped, that tender smile playing on his lips, “That no matter how weird you are, I’ll still be the weirdest one in the room.”

You chuckled softly, before your expression grew stern once more. “I mean it. I love you, for more reasons than there are raindrops falling outside. And I’m sorry people don’t care enough to look at you, because if they did, they’d love you just as much as I do, Eddie Munson.”

“I don’t care if people love me,” he breathed, leaning closer, his lips hovering over yours, “I only care that you do. Nothing else matters.”

And his lips captured yours.

The kiss was sweet, slower than the ones you’d shared in the rain, yet it had lost none of its fierceness.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as you buried your fingertips in his curls once more, relishing the low moan the motion coaxed from Eddie’s lips, the sensation of his soft, soaked strands gliding through your fingers, rainwater running down your palms as you sunk into the kiss.

And with each movement of his lips against yours, you could feel his doubts melting away alongside your own.

Something had changed, in the way he touched you, you realized.

Something you hadn’t consciously realized had been there before.

Where the caress of Eddie’s hands had been restrained by hesitation before, it had grown bold. Where his kisses had been careful, as if he’d always feared to do something wrong, to overstep and scare you away, there was no more holding back now.

It was like a dam had broken, and you happily let the tide sweep you away, immerse you in the way his hands roamed over your sides, slipped beneath your cheerleader uniform to explore every inch of you, painting gentle patterns on your wet skin like he used to draw his little doodles into his books.

You could feel him smile into the kiss as you uttered the softest of moans when he drew his fingernails up your spine, making you arch your back and roll your hips against his, the already soaked spot on your panties rubbing just right against the tent in his pants, and the shudder running through Eddie made the heat in your core blaze just as much as the sensation did.

“I need you,” you whispered, “If – if you want –“

“God, you have noooo idea how much,” Eddie cut you off with a soft chuckle – one that morphed into a sweet groan as you rolled your hips against his again as he eagerly met your movement with a buck of his own hips, his teeth gently grazing your lips as his hands roam down to the outside of your thighs, dragging his nails over your feverish skin to leave trails of sparks in the wake of his touches, nerves flaring like sparklers as your body came alive beneath his hands.

And it felt like your heart would burst out of your chest with nerves and exhilaration and love and arousal as Eddie’s thumb hooked around the waistband of your panties for the second time that night.

“These need to go,” he breathed into the kiss – a question more than a statement, asking for permission – and you replied with an eager nod.

“Then get rid of them,” you crooned, the heat in your core, the need for him, putting a low rasp into your voice you’d never heard there before.

And with the sound of tearing fabric filling the rain-laced silence of the van, the panties were gone, and you pulled away from the kiss to gape at Eddie.

Who looked just as surprised as you did.

“I’m…sorry,” he said, the sudden timidness in his expression not quite matching the way his pupils were blow, the black nearly eclipsing the umber shade of his irises in the half-dark in the van’s back, the dim, murky light of the parking lot’s streetlamps seeping through the windshield shedding just enough light.

“Did you just rip my panties?”, you giggled, and the guilt in his eyes grew as he replied, “Uh. You wanted them gone.”

“That’s hot,” you grinned. “Very metal.”

His relieved exhale filled the air before he kissed you again, one hand coming up to the nape of your neck as his other hand dove underneath the hem of your cheerleader skirt once again, fingertips gently wandering up the inside of your thigh, painting burning trails of pleasure over the sensitive skin, and the filthy sound you made when his thumb gently flicked over that spot at the apex of your thighs where you needed him most made you gasp in surprise. But before you could pull away from the kiss, before you could even think of feeling embarrassed, Eddie crooned into the kiss, “That was hotter. I hope there’s more where that was coming from.”

You smiled against his lips, and another groan bubbled up your throat as he repeated the motion, the pad of his thumb drawing slow circles over your clit, spreading the wetness that was pooling between your legs – one which had nothing to do with the rain and everything with him.

“Is this good?”, he whispered.

Yes, you wanted to reply, so good. But the sensations of burning pleasure the caress of his thumb was sending through you was stealing the words from your tongue and every rational thought from your mind until there was nothing left but the raw, all-consuming need for more, more, more.

Eddie seemed to understand, though – and your hips moving in sync with the caress of his fingertips over your soaked heat, you angled your head to trail kisses along his jaw, down the column of his throat, inhaling his intoxicating scent of leather and cologne and him, of the rainwater soaking his beautiful dark curls while your hands wandered down to slip beneath the hem of his shirt, caressing the soft skin beneath and relishing the sounds your kisses, your touches, conjured from his lips like the sweetest melody in the world.

“God, sweetheart,” Eddie breathed, and the rasp in his voice, darkened by his own arousal, did nothing to quench the need burning in your core, “You’re so fucking perfect.”

“So are you,” you whispered against his neck, feeling him shudder softly with the sensation of your hot breath fanning over his skin as his fingertips worked you into blissful oblivion.

“I need you,” you rasped, fingertips travelling down towards the waistband of his jeans, following the soft line of his happy trail before you stilled above the buckle of his belt, waiting for his permission, and a smile curved your lips as his hands left their previous position to undo the belt and help you free him.

Your gaze locked on his as your hand wrapped around his throbbing length, a barely suppressed groan ripping from his throat…and a sudden fit of nervousness gripped you.

And of course, Eddie – attentive, gentle Eddie – didn’t even take a split second to see the flicker of nerves which must have crossed your gaze, because with overwhelming tenderness in his gaze, his hands came down to grasp yours, lacing your fingers as he whispered, “We don’t have to do this now, sweetheart. We got all the time in the world, ‘kay?”

“I want this,” you said, your voice more vehement than you’d intended for. “I want all of you, Eddie. And I don’t want to wait a second longer, so if it’s what you want, too…”

The smile lighting up Eddie’s face even in the half-dark was the sweetest one you’d ever seen, so filled with love and tenderness and devotion for you that it made your heart sing as he said, “I don’t think there’s ever been anything I wanted more than…not just that. Just…you.”

For a heartbeat, you just smiled at each other.

Perfectly at ease in each other’s presence, just like it was supposed to be, like it had always been before you’d stopped sneaking around those two weeks ago.

“There’s just one more thing I need to do first,” you said softly, climbing to your feet, hunched so you wouldn’t hit your head on the van’s roof as you felt for the little button embedded there, and a triumphant little huff escaped you as you turned on the small ceiling light before you positioned yourself back on Eddie’s lap, straddling him – and froze as you saw the utter terror in his expression.

“Eddie? What’s wrong?”, you inquired softly, tilting your head.

“I – I’d thought we’d be leaving that off,” he replied hollowly.

And for the first time, you felt gnawing, gut-wrenching insecurity.

“Don’t you…want to see me?”, you asked timidly, heat rising in your cheeks, but the terror in Eddie’s gaze grew as he blurted, “NO! I mean, yes! Jesus, yes! I want to see you. It’s…you don’t have to see me.”

The way he spoke the words in a broken whisper, shattered you all over again.

Because it dawned on you what he might have heard in the course of his life to warrant such raging insecurity. In the course of the past two weeks. You could imagine it too vividly.

And your heart bled for him all over again.

“I don’t know how anyone could ever have perceived you as anything else,” you said quietly, taking his face in your hands, a silent plea for him to look at you, “But you’re beautiful, Eddie. Not just handsome, not just hot, but beautiful.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off when you fiercely added, “Like, that was the first thing I thought when I saw you for the first time, in Mrs. O’Donnell’s class. The only seat that was free was the one beside you and you looked at me with those stunning dark eyes and I was so, so nervous because I’d never seen you up close before and my heart plummeted three stories into the damn basement when I did because I knew I’d have the hardest time of my life not to ogle you like some creep. I mean, I did,” you snickered, “But very subtle.”

“You did?”

“God, yes. I memorized every detail. I’ll be getting my diploma in four weeks but I already graduated from the Eddie Munson Color Scheme School. I memorized the exact shades of your hair and the exact hue of your eyes before I ever told you the bat tattoo looked amazing. And I’m a little ashamed to tell you that my…my mind went a little bit into the gutter when I watched you draw your doodles, which, by the way, wasn’t about the doodles but your hands.”

There was a timid, bewildered little smile on Eddie’s soft lips as he watched you bite your lip.

“You…you’re not making that up?”, he inquired.

“The exact. Shade. Every little detail. It took me a week to memorize you better than I ever did my own damn reflection in the mirror so it’s safe to say I was crushing on you way before you started crushing on me.” Your expression softened as you placed a kiss on his cheek. “But I’ll turn the light off if you don’t want it. I just wanted you to know that whatever you heard…it was a lie. You’re beautiful, Eddie Munson. And maybe one day, I can help you see that, too.”

You made to rise from his lap and flip off the light, but Eddie’s hands grasped your waist, keeping you in place as he leaned in to kiss you.

And this time, there we no more interruptions. No more insecurities.

Just love.

“I love you, sweetheart” Eddie whispered into the kiss as he aligned himself with your entrance as you lifted your hips, heart racing with giddiness and love and the tiniest flutter of nerves – and with his beautiful umber eyes on yours, brimming with all the love mirrored in his voice, the tenderness of his touch as his free hand settled on your cheek, you slowly sunk onto him, burying him inside you, stretching you inch by tiny inch as you sunk down, breath hitching in your throat at the sensation, the tiny little sting of pain that didn’t escape his notice as he stilled. For a moment, worry took over his expression. “Wait, did – did that hurt?”

His voice was strained with a suppressed moan.

You were quick to shake your head. “No. Just a little sting. Don’t you dare stop,” you whispered with a smile.

You could sense how he wanted to protest, make sure you were okay when you were more than okay, and you met his lips in a kiss that was fierce enough to swallow all of his concerns as you settled in this new position. The sensation of him buried inside you knocked the air from your lungs and the strength from your body, delirious with the feeling of him as close as he could ever be, two pieces of a puzzle falling in place, and your eyes fluttered close with the flood of sensations.

“You good?”, Eddie asked, his fingertips caressing your cheeks, his voice strained with his arousal as he waited for you to adjust to him – and your mind went blank when you rolled your hips, your whole body turning into a live wire with the sensation bolting through your nerves, with Eddie’s blissed-out moan filling the interior of his van as he slowly rolled his hips to match your rhythm, his lips finding yours as his arms wrapped around you, your own hands burying in his mess of sodden curls.

It was better, so much better, than anything you’d ever imagined.

“Don’t stop”, you whispered as he gently thrust up, his hips snapping against yours, grazing that sweet spot deep inside of you to make you throw your head back as currents of pleasure zapped through your body, building this glowing, white-hot pressure in your core with each thrust.

“God, you feel so good,” Eddie murmured between moans. His breath prickled on your lips before he caught them in another kiss, open-mouthed and sloppy and sweet at the same time as you got lost in the moment, the raw, radiant bliss Eddie was making you feel, the sensation of your bodies melting together so perfectly, as if you were made for each other.

The sweet noises tumbling from his soft lips mingled with yours in-between kisses while his free hand began to trail your spine, the side of your neck, gently tilting your head to give him access to your throat. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin over your racing pulse as you cried out in pleasure at the throbbing ache building in your core, driving him deeper into your throbbing heat with each of his thrusts, each roll of your hips to match his pace, your heart pounding as fast as the rain still pelting down onto the van’s roof.

“I love you”, Eddie whispered, “I love you so much.”

The dark, rasping timbre of his voice engulfed your senses as his hand snaked beneath your skirt once more, fingertips dancing over your clit to draw the most sinful sounds from you with the skill you’d watched him play his beloved guitar so many times, building that glowing pressure in your core until you thought you’d burst with it.

With a final cry of pleasure, your climax washed over you, swept you away in a white-hot wave of bliss that made stars explode in your vision, your fingers tightening in his hair as you could feel him come undone alongside you at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, your name tumbling from his lips as he rested his forehead against yours.

There was only Eddie, buried deep inside you, making you feel as if you were flying as his hands found their way to your hips to help you lazily ride out your climaxes together.

And with the softest sigh bubbling from your lips, you collapsed against Eddie, face buried in the crook of his neck while his hands came up to caress the sides of your face, placing the softest kisses on the crown of your head as he murmured, a little timid all of a sudden, “Was…was that good for you?”

You raised your head to give him a blissful little smile, caught up in the daze of your afterglow. “God, this was so much better than good, Eddie.”

“Good,” Eddie grinned. “This…this was amazing. Like…I figured it would be amazing but this was…this was so much better than I even dreamed of and I dreamed of this, with you, more times than I’m comfortable admitting.” He let out a breathless chuckle of his own that mingled with your giggles.

He looked positively blissed. His curls, only just beginning to dry, were a wild mess, his pale cheeks dusted with a soft blush, and his umber eyes were wide, filled with so much joy and love that you felt a lump in your throat as he mirrored your grin with the most radiant, dazzling smile of his own.

“So, uh,” he grinned, nuzzling your nose, “I wanted to ask that over chocolate milkshakes at Benny’s diner but I figured now’s just as good a time as any, so…wanna go to prom with me?”

You reeled back, gaping at him. “Like, prom prom?”

“Um. Is there, like, more than one?”

The alarm in his eyes made you laugh. “No, I mean. You. Eddie Munson. Going to prom?”

“Well, since we’re official and the plan still stands to turn heel and get the Hell outta here together as soon as we get those diplomas, I thought I could just as well do something…weird for one night.”

You laughed, and Eddie joined in, his hand grasping yours to guide it to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on your knuckles.

“Uh, you didn’t reply yet. Getting a little nervous here, sweetheart.”

“Only if you attend in your best leather jacket.”

You could visibly see him deflate with relief at the thought of not having to wear an actual tuxedo, and your smile turned mischievous as you drawled, “And only if you help me pick out the dress you get to rip off of me afterwards.”

“That’s a deal I can live with,” he grinned, before his expression softened once more.

“I love you, sweetheart. And as long as you’ll have me…I’ll stay. Promise.”

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I would like a GQ couples quiz with Chris x reader (female or no gender specific)

Ask and you shall receive! I have tried to keep this gender neutral too!

Summary: You and Chris take the GQ Couples Quiz

Pairing: Chris Evans x GN!Reader

Word Count: 827

Warnings: Language! Dialogue Heavy (but its an interview what do you expect!)

“I’m gonna fucking smash this” Chris smiles proudly as he sits down.

“Language Chris” you laugh shaking your head at him.

“Sorry, sorry that was the last one” Chris chuckles holding his hands up, zipping his lips shut.

“Okay lets do this” you announce as the assistant passes you the question cards.

As the crew count you in Chris mouths ‘you’re on’ making you laugh and shake your head at him.

“Hi I’m Y/N Y/L/N” you smile looking at the camera.

“And I’m Chris Evans, and we’re about the take GQ’s Couple’s Quiz” Chris explains glancing over at you.

“I’m gonna win” you smirk.

“We’ll see, now go on ask away” Chris says gesturing for you go start.

“Okay starting easy, where did we meet?” You ask him.

“It was at RDJs house, which is strange because we actually grew up only what? 40 or so minutes away from each other and never crossed paths” Chris answers chuckling slightly.

“Yep and you’ve kind of answered the next one too which is where did I grow up” you laugh reading the next question.

“Charlestown native” Chris announces proudly.

“Okay when I was a kid what job did I want?” You ask him.

“Are we talkin’ little little kid or preteen kinda age?” Chris questions rubbing his chin in thought.

“Little little kid” you smile.

“Easy, you wanted to be a potato farmer” Chris smiles holding back a laugh.

“Yep, but in my defence I was like 5!” You explain as the crew chuckle.

“Its cute” Chris says smiling warmly over at you.

“Okay, what is something on my bucket list” you ask getting everything back on track.

“Swimming with Sharks like a freaking maniac” Chris exclaims shaking his head.

“They’re deeply misunderstood animals” you argue laughing.

“You said you would do it outside of the cage! That’s insane isn’t it!” Chris exclaims looking at the crew for support a couple of them nodding in agreement.

“You’re all wimps” you mutter shaking your head making Chris laugh loudly, throwing his head back.

You answered a few more questions, Chris only getting a couple wrong before you got to the last question.

“Okay what was my first job?” You ask him.

“Oh wait i- i know this, oh god what was it!” Chris sighs as he tries to think “it was one of those stall things in the mall, like the phone thing?” Chris asks.

“Nope” you smirk shaking your head.

“Food court?” Chris asks raising a brow.

“Nope, do you give up?” You smirk as he drops his arm against the arm of his chair nodding his head in defeat.

“I did a photoshoot when I was a baby” you answer making his jaw drop.

“What no! That doesn’t count! Fff- this is nonsense” Chris grumbles stopping himself from swearing.

“Its true! It was for diapers and I was only about a year old” you smile proudly.

“Whatever, how many did I get?” Chris asks looking over at the crew.

“16” one of the assistants tells him.

“16! Only 16! Right these questions better be hard” Chris mutters as he gets passed his set of questions.

“Get ready to lose Evans” you smirk.

“Okay what is my star-“ Chris starts but you interrupt.

“Gemini” you answer.

“That was easy, are there harder ones here?” Chris asks flicking through all the questions.

“Just ask them in the right order Chris” you laugh shaking your head at him.

“Urgh fine, what street did I grow up on?” Chris asks with a deep sigh.

“Flanagan Street” you answer easily.

“You are so going down Evans” you laugh when he pouts slightly.

“What was my first acting job?” Chris sighs knowing you knew the answer.

“Biodiversity wild about life” you answer Chris nodding in agreement.

Chris continues to ask you questions and you keep getting them right much to his annoyance.

“Alright last question, you better get this wrong” Chris says giving you a look.

“It doesn’t matter I’ve already won” you smirk making him roll his eyes.

“Who is my celebrity crush?” Chris asks.

“Easy once again, Sandra Bullock” you answer spotting Chris’ victorious smirk.

“Nope” he grins.

“Stop lying its always been her!” You exclaim shaking your head at him.

“Nope, my celebrity crush is you” he smiles sweetly.

“Aw Chris” you chuckle feeling slightly flustered.

“I can’t believe you got that wrong” Chris sighed shaking his head.

“It hasn’t always been me though, it was Sandra” you point out.

“True, i’ll give you half a point then” Chris smiles.

“Thank you sweetie” you grin blowing him a kiss.

“You’ve won anyway so” Chris shrugs making you laugh.

“Yeah, you should have studied” you sigh shaking your head at him.

“You studied for this!” Chris exclaims laughing.

“Yeah you gotta up your game Evans” you laugh.

“Right I demand a retest, next week and I will beat you this time” Chris states.

“So competitive” you laugh shaking your head at him.

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Caught Somewhere in Time- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Part 10/?

Summary: You end up in the 80s, 20 years earlier than it should be luckily a certain metalhead is about to make your time in the 80s much easier. Words: 2.9k Warnings: Sexual themes, drug use, bullying (including homophobia)

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14th November 1984

You walked into school wearing the Hellfire shirt that Eddie had given you on your date. Your first session with the group was today and you were nervous. You had barely interacted with Eddie’s friends and you didn’t want them to think that Eddie was only inviting you to join because you were his girlfriend. Or even worse, that Eddie was going to show you some favouritism. You knew Jeff liked you due to the fact that the two of you were bio partners but you didn’t want the others to hate you. ‘Are you and Eddie wearing matching shirts now?’ Steve asked walking over to you. ‘I’m joining Hellfire today and I’m super nervous so please keep your comment to yourself for one day.’ You said leaning against your locker. ‘Why are you nervous? It’s just some freak-‘ You gave Steve a glare which shut him up. ‘I’m nervous because I want his friends to like me. I mean can a relationship even last if their friends hate you?’ ‘Didn’t you call one of his friends a virgin once?’ ‘Yeah, but he graduated last year and moved to Portland so no problem there. I just need to be kind to the others.’ You shrugged. ‘You be nice? Well, that’s impossible. Urgh, look at those two.’ Steve said, changing topics. You turned around and saw Nancy and Jonathan standing talking. ‘They just talking Steve and I know it sucks but you’re going to have to see them together.’ You said rubbing his arm. ‘Yeah, but do you know how embarrassing it is for me.’ He grumbled, still glaring over in their direction. ‘You’re King Steve, you’ll bounce back. I know Tammy Thompson has a crush on you.’ You said wiggling your eyebrows. ‘I’m not dating Tammy Thompson, she wants to move to Nashville to become a singer.’ ‘Oh my god, a woman with dreams? How disgusting.’ You said sarcastically. Just then you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and turned round to see Eddie standing there. ‘What’s this about a woman with dreams?’ Eddie asked. ‘Steve won’t date Tammy Thompson because she wants to become a singer.’ ‘Understandable, you don’t want to date musicians, they’re the worst.’ Eddie said with a joking grin on his face. ‘You’re right. I wouldn’t do it.’ You said smiling back at Eddie, making him pout. ‘I’m leaving, I can’t deal with your flirting.’ Steve said walking away. You turned round, facing Eddie properly and giving him a kiss. ‘You look great in that top, by the way.’ Eddie said, playing with the hem of your shirt. ‘I know, you told me when you drove me to school.’ ‘Well, I just want to tell my beautiful girlfriend how beautiful she is.’ Eddie spoke, emphasising the word girlfriend. ‘You know you don’t have to call me your girlfriend all the time, right?’ You said but you couldn’t help but smile at his words. ‘I know but I’m making up for lost time. I could’ve been calling you my girlfriend since April if I wasn’t such an idiot.’ ‘I agree that you’re an idiot.’ You said, leaning up to kiss him lightly. ‘You can’t just insult me and then kiss me. I’m not that easily swayed.’ He faked mock offence as he spoke, jokingly scowling and wagging a finger at you. ‘Yes, you are. You’re a big softie but that’s what I love about you.’ You kissed him again, this time on the cheek. ‘Fine, I guess I can be easily swayed.’ He said rolling his eyes. Just at that moment, the bell rang and you pulled away from Eddie, getting ready to go to class. ‘Hey, want to meet at my van at lunch.’ Eddie said, indicating with his hands that he wanted to smoke. ‘Yeah, I’ll see you then.’ You kissed him one more time before you both walked in opposite directions to your respective classes.

At lunch, you walked over to Eddie’s van and stood waiting for him. He showed up about ten minutes later jogging over to you with his metal lunchbox in hand. ‘Sorry, I had a deal and the guy was late but I’m here now.’ He smiled at you, opening the back door and letting you climb in before following you. ‘It’s alright, although I’m not paying for the weed I’m smoking now.’ You sat down on the floor of the van, pushing trash out the way. ‘Oh please, you’ve actually paid for weed for me like twice.’ He sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close. ‘Well yeah, I’m only dating you for the free weed.’ Eddie gave you a look as he opened up his lunchbox and pulled out a pre-rolled joint. ‘Kidding. I’m also dating you for the great sex.’ You joked. ‘You just said I’m good in bed so I’ll take that as a compliment.’ He said as he lit the joint, taking a hit before handing it over to you. ‘I mean I was a virgin when we met though so really I have nothing else to compare it to.’ You took a hit of the joint and passed it back to him, the two of you passing it back and forth as you spoke. ‘Well I was also a virgin so looks like we’re in the same boat.’ You sat up, looking at him in shock. ‘You were a virgin?’ You didn’t believe him. He was way too good in bed to have had no experience before you. ‘Some girl gave me a handjob once when I was like 16 but other than that never been with any else. In case you haven’t noticed most girls around here would rather be around a leper than me.’ He shrugged but you could tell he was hurt about the way other girls had treated him in the past. ‘That makes no sense to me. I mean you're hot, like super hot, you're kind, you're funny. I mean most girls would fall for you after talking to you for 5 minutes. I know I did.’ You genuinely could not understand how no girl had slept with Eddie before you. ‘Yeah, most of them wouldn’t even give me 5 minutes. Not that that matters now because I have the perfect girlfriend now.’ He said kissing your cheek as you blushed at his compliment. ‘Good because I bet it’s just that you’re completely oblivious to all the girls that actually like you and I’m not willing to share.’ You took a final hit out of the joint before stubbing it out on the bottom of your boot. You leaned over to kiss Eddie and he placed his hand on your face, kissing you back deeply as his tongue slid into your mouth. You both continued kissing as you climbed into his lap straddling him. You knew you didn’t have much time so you wanted to be quick, pulling off both his jackets before placing your hands on his shoulders as you moved your hips against him, making him groan against your mouth. He gripped the bottom of your shirt, your lips separating for a moment as he pulled it over your head before you went straight back to kissing again. Eddie reached his hands up to squeeze your breasts through your bra as you started to trail kisses down his neck. You started to trail your hand down his shirt reaching the bottom and going to undo his jeans when suddenly there was a loud knock on the door of the van. You both flew apart, you scrambling to find your shirt. ‘Mr Munson, I know you’re in there!’ A voice yelled and you knew it was one of the teachers. You quickly pulled your shirt over your head, swearing as you did so before flattening your hair back into place, hoping you didn’t look like you’d been hooking up. Eddie pulled his jacket and vest back on before opening the van, revealing the vice principal stood there. ‘Hi, Mrs Jenkins how you doing?’ Eddie said smiling at her as you both climbed out of the van. ‘Mr Munson and Miss Y/L/N, what exactly are the two of you doing?’ She asked although you knew she could very clearly smell the weed you’d been smoking. ‘Oh, just hanging out, you know.’ Eddie rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke. ‘Yeah, both of you can go to the principal's office.’ She said pointing for you both to walk back into school.

‘Remember on Thursday, we’re doing our dissections so be ready.’ Your biology teacher spoke as the bell rang. It was your final period of the day which meant you were now going to Hellfire. ‘Damn so sad I’ll be missing that.’ You said to Jeff as the two of you packed up. ‘Wait, no, I’m not doing that alone. Why aren’t you going to be there?’ Jeff asked you. ‘Me and Eddie got caught smoking weed so we’re both suspended til Monday. We were told to finish the day and then go home. Eddie had to beg to let us stay for Hellfire tonight.’ You said as you both walked through the corridors towards the drama room where Hellfire was held. ‘Ah, I was wondering why you were wearing a Hellfire shirt. Take it that means your joining the club, then?’ ‘Yeah, Eddie invited me to join this weekend.’ You spoke as you reached the room, pulling the door open to see you were the last ones to make it. ‘Ah, you’re here.’ Eddie said as you walked over to the empty seat to the left of his throne and sat down. ‘Everyone meet my wonderful girlfriend, Y/N.’ Eddie made a dramatic florist in your direction as you waved. ‘Y/N, you obviously already know Jeff, this is Gareth and Danny both of who you know from the band, and the other guys are Peter and Darren.’ Eddie pointed around the table at everyone. ‘Nice to meet you guys.’ You waved, before pulling your character sheet and dice out of your bag. You had picked up all the stuff you needed when you went out with Will on Saturday and then designed your character with Eddie yesterday. It had taken you a while, partly because you hadn’t played in a while, partly because you only had experience with the 2nd edition which wouldn’t come out for another 5 years but eventually you’d figured it out. ‘You’re not going to call us virgins, right?’ Danny asked, clearly slightly afraid of you. ‘Depends if you guys annoy me.’ You joke back. ‘Right, everyone shut up and get ready to play.’ Eddie yelled, opening up the folder in front of him. ‘So at the end of the last session, you had arrived at the entrance of the castle in which you believed the treasure of Lord Zaved is kept. What do you want to do?’ ‘Umm, we should probably investigate around to check if there are any traps before we go in.’ Jeff said. ‘Okay, roll an investigation check.’ Eddie said. Jeff rolled the dice in front of him, getting a total of 19. ‘So you look around the area and you can’t see anything which resembles a trap in the area.’ The boys continue playing while you wait for Eddie to introduce your character. They made their way through the castle, going to the bottom level until they came to a door. ‘I guess we open the door.’ Peter said, the boys hadn’t encountered any monsters yet so they seemed particularly cautious. ‘Okay so you enter the room and on your right, you see cells lining the wall, all of which are empty except the end one which contains a person and Y/N I think it’s time for you to describe your character.’ Eddie spoke turning to you and placing your token on the board in front of you. ‘Umm yeah so in the cage you see a female elf, around 6 feet tall, she has long black hair, dark brown almost black eyes and piercings up the side of both ears. As far as her outfit she’s wearing full black body armour, arm protectors, a hood which covers her head, black leather trousers and black boots. And I assume I don’t have any equipment currently because I’m in a cell.’ You finished up, hoping you’d described the character well enough. ‘You’d be correct. So you see this girl in a cell and nearby is a chest.’ ‘Please help me.’ You said, getting into character. ‘Okay, I have a lockpicking set so I’m going to try to pick the lock.’ Peter said, rolling the dice for a total of 15. ‘Yeah, it’s a fairly standard lock so it opens easily.’ Eddie indicates as you moved your token out of the cell. ‘Thank you for helping me.’ You spoke as your character. ‘How did you end up in there?’ Gareth spoke also in character. ‘I don’t know, I was grabbed by some people in the nearby town. I knew Lord Zaved had a vendetta against my family but I didn’t think he would do this.’ You told the backstory that you and Eddie had come up with together. ‘Well, you’re out now. Do you have any idea where he keeps his treasure?’ ‘No, I don’t. But hopefully, my stuff is in this chest.’ ‘Yeah, you open the chest and see all your equipment.’ Eddie speaks.

For the next few hours, the group of you play the game having fun and laughing until you reach the endpoint that Eddie had planned. After finishing up the guys all left while you hung back, waiting for Eddie. ‘That was good, I think the guys really liked you.’ Eddie spoke as he packed up all his stuff. ‘Yeah, I had fun. Your friends are pretty cool.’ You said walking over to help him pack. ‘Just a pity that Peter and Darren are graduating this year, I’ll have to find new members next year.’ ‘Eddie, you’re also graduating so it’ll be up to whoever takes over as DM.’ You point out. ‘Yeah but I’m still coming back to do Hellfire, I’m not leaving Hawkins without you.’ ‘Aww, that’s sweet but you don’t have to stay back for me.’ ‘Well, it’s not just you, can’t move away without my band.’ He jokes, pulling you into his side and kissing your head. ‘Obviously, I can’t have a sexy rockstar boyfriend if you don’t have a band.’ You joke, Eddie moves away from you and puts on his backpack which now contained all the DnD stuff you two had packed up. You both walked out of the room and Eddie slung his arm over your shoulder. ‘So what are our plans for the next few days considering we don’t have school?’ Eddie smiled as you wrapped both your arms around his waist. ‘I don’t think we’re meant to have fun while suspended.’ You laughed. ‘Well Wayne will probably give us a lecture tomorrow morning after work but other than that it’s just you and me until Monday, well aside from band practice.’ ‘Umm, who said I don’t have any plans?’ You said faking offence. ‘Do you?’ Eddie said raising an eyebrow at you. ‘Well no but I could’ve.’ Eddie laughed at you as the two of you approached his van, just at the same time as Billy approached his car which was parked next to Eddie’s. ‘Wow, so this is the reason you left me alone at that party.’ Billy spoke. Eddie immediately tensed and pulled himself in front of you slightly so he was between you and Billy. ‘Hey, man. Leave her alone.’ Eddie said, his voice harder than before. ‘Nah, I’m impressed. I thought you were a queer.’ It was your turn to tense up. You hated homophobes more than anything in the world and knowing Eddie wasn’t straight made you even madder at Billy’s comments. ‘And yet he fucks me while you never will.’ You bite back making Eddie laugh. ‘Oh come on, one time with me and you’ll never want to be with him again.’ Billy took a step closer which made Eddie push you even further behind him. ‘Don’t.’ Eddie warned. You had never heard him that angry. He put up with shit from guys every day and it never bothered him but now he was angry. ‘Fine, I don’t need that bitch anyway.’ Billy climbed into his car and sped off while Eddie was still reeling. ‘Hey, calm down.’ You said, moving to face him and taking his face in your hands, making him look at you. His eyes immediately softened as you kissed him lightly. ‘Thank you.’ ‘I’m sorry, I know you can defend yourself but you’re my girl and I don’t want anyone talking to you like that.’ He said, wrapping his arms around you. ‘I know and you know that I’d never want a guy like that right? I mean I like sweet, kind guys, not homophobic dickbags.’ You smiled at him. ‘I know and thank you for defending me there.’ He kissed you lightly. ‘I’ll always defend you, I promise. Now come on, let’s go.’ You said walking over to the van and climbing in.

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