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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: five times you and Eddie pretended not to know each other + one time you didn’t.

“Isn’t that that cheerleader?” Mike asked, his voice the picture of innocence as he pointed you out, eyes trained on Eddie’s face. Dustin narrowed his eyes as Eddie made a big show of trying to follow Mike’s finger.

“I dunno, man,” Eddie said, scratching the back of his neck. “They all look like cheerleaders to me.”

warnings: cheerleading injury, underaged drinking, mentions of smut

Five times you and Eddie pretended not to know each other + one time you didn’t 

One. 

Eddie watched you at practice, sitting under the bleachers with his blunt in hand, timing his exhales for the tell-tale thuds of your landings. He watched the pairs of white Keds shuffle and squeak on the floors as practice ended, the different cheerleaders shuffling off to their changing rooms until only a few pairs of white cheer shoes remained. 

“Munson, what the hell?” asked his favourite voice in the world, and he practically preened as you pressed your sweaty face between the seats and flooring to look at him. “Don’t think you weren’t glaringly obvious, idiot. This whole place reeks of skunk.” 

The cheerleaders behind you tittered appreciatively, glad that their top flyer had made the bold move to chew Eddie Munson out. 

Eddie shrugged, shuffling so he could rest his elbows on the floor of the bleachers, inches away from you. “It’s not noticeable. This place smells like a Bed, Bath and Beyond, sweetheart. What is that, eau de letterman?” 

You huffed, pressing your hands to your hips. “As if you even know what perfume is, Munson.” 

“I do too.” 

“Then why don’t you ever use any?” you snapped. “You need it.” 

His eyes flashed. “Wanna sniff?” he asked, and before you could say anything he’d pulled your head in toward him, fingers flicking over the shell of your ear. Unheard to the cheerleaders, you sighed. “I missed you,” Eddie mumbled. 

“It’s this stupid championship game,” you mutter back. “I’ve got no damn time at all, Eds. It’s driving me crazy, I don’t even have time to study.” 

He tutted. “We can’t have that, can we, precious?” Eddie winked. “Late night session at mine?” He watched as you shook your head imperceptibly. “Yikes. You really do have to study, don’tcha?” 

“Let her go!” called one of the other cheerleaders, and you struggled out of his grip. “Freak.” 

You turned back around to them, and Eddie’s fingers snuck to toy with your palm still resting on the bleachers. You tangled your fingers together, contented sigh catching in your throat when he pressed his mouth to the pulse point at your wrist. “Hurry on back to me, babygirl,” he whispered, and you curled your fingers to stroke his cheekbone. 

“Get out of here before coach sees you,” you said loudly. “Don’t you have virgins to be sacrificing?” 

“Are you volunteering?” Eddie crowed, pretending to claw at you. “You’d look great in white robes. Swing by Hellfire at eight, we’ve got an altar that needs fresh blood on it.” 

You rolled your eyes, probably a little too fond to be convincing. “Whatever, freak. Girls? Let’s go.” 

Eddie sat back on his palms as he watched you walk away through the bleachers. You dropped a pom pom just before you went through the door, and bent over to pick it up, before pausing mid bend. Eddie scrambled to his feet, watching with total disbelief as you flipped your skirt up, just for him. The curve of your ass. The line of your legs. The mottled bruise of his handprint still stark against your skin. 

Eddie banged his fists against the bleachers. “Go Tigers!” he called, and you swung back around, dipping him a curtsy and flashing him eight fingers, promising you’d be by, studying be damned.

God, he was whipped. 

He loved it, though. 

Two. 

Eddie grinned maniacally. He’d been waiting in this goddamn line for what felt like hours now, watching you peck jocks, nerds, and band kids on the lips at the school fair kissing booth. Sure, it’d been tortuous, seeing his girl pucker up for just about every guy in the school, but when he saw your bored expression he lightened up a bit. 

“Are you sure it’s okay?” you’d whispered to Eddie in the lunch line, his knuckles brushing against yours on the tray. “I can pull out, you know. Say I’ve got, like, mono, or something. They’d replace me with Tammy, or Tracy, or someone.” 

“Have all cheerleaders got alliterative names?” Eddie had asked, before shrugging. “I know you’re mine, princess,” he added, helping himself to a bowl of pudding. “Besides. Who knows. Maybe I want a kiss, too.” He waggled his eyebrows at you, and it took everything in you to not slap at his chest fondly. “Are you not comfortable with it?” 

You’d frowned. “I dunno,” you muttered, tongue between your teeth as you adjusted the cutlery. “It’s not my idea of a good time, kissing other guys.” 

“Reassuring,” Eddie had teased, and huffed when you elbowed him. “Princess, really. It’s okay. Does this look like my ‘I’m freaking out’ face? No.” He grinned at you. “Might even be kinda hot. Seeing all these guys line up to lay one on ya when I’m the only one who takes you home.” 

You’d flushed. “Promise?” 

“Promise what?” 

“That you’ll take me home.” 

He glanced down at you, and grinned wolfishly. “Princess,” he murmured, picking up his tray. “I’m a man of my word.” 

So when Eddie found himself nearing the front of your line, he waved. You paused from where you were reapplying chapstick, eyes lighting up to see him, before carefully schooling your expression to wave over the next eager hopeful. Eddie nearly laughed at how quickly you kissed him, lips barely touching, as you eagerly cleared the queue to get him closer. 

“You know,” you whispered, watching him place two dollars into the overflowing mason jar in front of you, “if you waited a little while longer you wouldn’t have to pay.” 

He snorted. “What, and miss my chance to school these losers? As if.” 

Your brow furrowed, and Eddie resisted the urge to smooth it away. “School them in what?” 

“How to properly kiss a girl like you.” 

And with that, Eddie swooped down, kissing you soundly on the mouth. On instinct, your lips parted for him, hands going to his shoulders as his fingers curled around your chin. Eddie was rabid, desperately chasing away the taste of the other boys you’d kissed, chasing away your fear of getting caught, your nervousness about the new cheer routine, your arguments with your mother, all of it. He could take it. He was a big boy. You squeaked a little at how rough he was being, your arms winding around his neck as you lifted yourself up off of your chair to get closer, swallowing back a moan as Eddie’s tongue flashed to lick your teeth. 

“You like that?” Eddie whispered, but you pressed your lips back to his. He was insufferable when he was gloating. Eventually, as the chatter around you died down to watch what the everloving fuck was happening – Eddie and the school’s best flyer liplocked in the middle of the goddamn football field – you pulled away. 

“A girl like me, huh?” you whispered. “And what’s that?” 

He winked, fishing a five dollar note from his wallet and dropping it into the jar as he started to move away. “Oh, you know. Perfection. No biggie.” 

“If I give you seven bucks,” said a voice in front of you, and your attention snapped to the sophomore anxiously wringing his hands, “do I get a kiss like that too?” 

“Can it, shortstack,” Eddie heard you snap, and barked a laugh as he lit up a cigarette and vanished into the crowd. 

Three.  

“I was just– I uh, I thought this room was empty,” you babbled, staring down at the three children looking up at you accusingly. “I was going to study here. I had no idea you guys were going to be in here. At all. Sorry. I’ll just–” 

“It literally says Hellfire on the door,” Mike Wheeler said accusingly. “Can you not read?” 

You flushed. “No, I definitely can, I absolutely can read, I mean I’m a senior, right? Can’t get far in highschool if you can’t read. That’s a top tip from me. Learn how to read. It’ll help you go far.” You smiled nervously, head nodding up and down like a bobbleheaded doll. From the corner of your eye, you could see Eddie stuffing his fist into his mouth to smother a laugh. “A-anyway, now that I know that this room is occupied, I’d better go. Don’t want to interrupt your ritual sacrifice.” 

Over the kids’ heads Eddie mouthed at you, They showed up early. Sorry. You winced. 

“You’re that cheerleader, aren’t you?” said one of the kids, and you realised it was Sinclair from the basketball team. “The one that goes on the top of the pyramid thing. Andy’s girlfriend.” 

Eddie froze. 

You blinked, rearing your head to stare at Lucas. “No! No. I’m not Andy’s girlfriend. He’s just a friend. He’s on the team. I’m not dating him. At all. He gives some of the cheerleaders rides home because he’s got, like, a station wagon. It’s kinda shitty, though, it’s like from the ‘70s and has this yucky wood panelling effect. But, like, we have the sexual tension of a floppy biscuit. Also I think he’s gay. Maybe.” You stared at Eddie in a panic, willing him to calm down. “I don’t know about that, actually, but like. Yeah. Not dating him.” 

Eddie was very pointedly staring at you. You swallowed thickly. 

“O…kay,” Mike Wheeler said, turning to look at Eddie, who quickly wiped the thunderous expression from his face. He smiled at Mike beatifically, and the younger boy turned back to you curiously. 

“Are you going to leave?” asked Dustin, after a long moment. “Because we kind of have stuff to do.” 

Your brain snapped back into place. “Right. Yes. Sorry. Continue with your, uh,” you gestured at the table, “campaign. Good luck.” 

Eddie snorted. “Let me walk you to the door, princess. Lest ye stumble into any other satanic cults after school.” He got up from the throne and headed toward the door, you scurrying behind him meekly. 

(“How’d she know it was called a campaign?” Dustin muttered to Mike, who just shrugged.) 

Eddie walked through the door with you, and slammed you against it when it shut, echoing down the empty corridors with a resounding bang. “Andy, huh?” he muttered against your neck, pressing his mouth to the junction of your jaw. You whined, hands going into his hair. 

“Eddie,” you hissed, shoving at his shoulders. “I swear, the kid’s got his wires crossed. I took a ride home from Andy after the game, Sinclair must’ve seen, that’s all.” 

“Better be,” Eddie muttered darkly, too amused to be threatening, and kissed you hard enough that your head banged against the wood of the door. “Shit, sorry, princess,” he whispered, and cupped the back of your head, but you were too busy kissing him to care. His lean body was pressed up against yours, caging you in to the door with his arms, and you gasped into his mouth when he knee slid between your legs, rucking up the pleats of your cheer uniform. 

The door handle rattled. You felt the wood thump in its hinges, unable to open from the weight of both of you. You froze, staring up at him. Eddie kissed the corner of your mouth, and swiped at it with his thumb. 

“Meet me at mine,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours as you panted into his open mouth. “You can show me just how much you’re not dating Andy.” 

You started to smile, slowly, and nodded. 

“You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know,” he called after you, and you whipped around to shoot a fake finger gun at him. He threw himself back into the door, clutching at his heart, moaning loudly. “Murder! Help!” 

(“Did the door jam?” Lucas demanded when Eddie came back into the room. “I was trying to go pee.” 

Eddie shrugged. “Dunno, dude. Weird shit happens in Hellfire.”

Dustin watched Eddie, saying nothing.) 

Four. 

Lucas was wasted. It was his first ever party, and, having scored the winning basket at the game, he’d been plied with alcohol. Cruisers, shotgunned beers, half a glass of red wine, and something that looked like black tar from a solo cup had been shoved into his hands over the course of the first two hours, and he was stumbling around the Carver’s garden trying to find a peaceful place to lie down for a quick little nap. 

“Lucas?” a soft voice asked him, and his head whipped around, taking his whole body with him. “Whoa, whoa, steady there, cowboy,” you said, putting your hands on his shoulders to hold him upright. “Ooh, dear. You look like you’ve been at the Gaffer’s Home Brew, huh?” 

He nodded pathetically, loving the way the movement made the rhododendrons in the flowerbeds turn into blurs of blue and red. “I won,” he slurred, and you laughed prettily. 

“I know, honey,” you said, “I was there.” 

He squinted up at you, trying to place your features in the evening light. “You’re. You’re that cheerleader. That was at – hic! – that was at Hellfire.” He pointed a finger at you accusingly. “I couldn’t pee.” 

You blinked slowly. “Um. Sure,” you said. “That was me.” You peered down at him. “Lucas, honey, you don’t look so good.” 

He puffed his chest. “Nah, cheerleader. ‘m totally fine.” 

He vomited on your shoes. 

You sighed. 

After a solid fifteen minutes of coaxing and cooing, you managed to tumble Lucas into the front seat of your car, strapping the seatbelt across him. You fished around in the back seat for a moment, before finding a plastic shopping bag, emptying it out. Hairspray, trail bars, a pack of condoms, and a box of Honeycombs went across your floor, but you waved the bag at Lucas.

“You feel anything coming up,” you told him, “you aim in there. Capiche?” 

He hummed in agreement, resting his head on his hands. “Thanks.” 

“No problem, kid,” you said, and put the car into reverse. “I’m gonna take you to Eddie’s, okay? He’ll look after you tonight.” 

Lucas groaned. “He’s gonna think I’m not cool,” he whined, pulling a face. 

You had to laugh at that, placing one manicured finger on the stereo to turn the music up. The soothing voice of Paul McCartney filtered out, and you scratched Lucas’ head. “Don’t worry about that,” you murmured, starting the trip to Eddie’s trailer. “Winning a basketball game? Scoring free booze? Taking back a cheerleader?” she teased. “He’ll think that’s metal as all hell.” 

Lucas perked up at that, and nodded at you dreamily. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Metal. I’m metal.” He flashed you the ‘rock on’ sign, and you smothered a laugh, letting him babble softly to himself until you pulled into Eddie’s driveway. 

“I’ll admit,” Eddie said, opening the front door to his trailer to you and Lucas, your body bending under the kid’s weight, “when you told me you’d stop by after the party, this is absolutely not what I thought you meant.” 

“Shut up and help me,” you muttered, and Eddie took him from you, hauling him under the armpits into the trailer. “Jesus Christ, that kid’s heavier than he looks.” 

“Let’s not be sizeist,” Eddie tutted, and deposited Lucas on the couch. “The basketball team get to him?” he asked, watching as Lucas curled up on the scratchy fabric as though it were Cloud Nine itself. 

“I found him in the garden,” you admitted, and Eddie laughed, spinning you around in his arms. “Party was dead, though,” you murmured, keeping an eye on Lucas as Eddie nosed at your neck, hands wrapped around your midsection. “Chrissy had to leave early, which meant I was all on my own.” 

“Should’ve called me,” Eddie whispered, right under your ear, and you shuddered in his arms. “I’d have come get you.” 

You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Called you from Jason Carver’s home phone, and lead you into the lion’s den?” you demanded, and you felt him shrug against you. “Sure, Eds. I definitely would’ve loved to have watch you get shanked.” 

Eddie laughed drily, and kissed corner of your mouth. “Come on, princess. Let’s put on a movie and make sure Sinclair doesn’t choke on his own vommy-voms.” Eddie moved to roll Lucas over onto his side, the safety position, and headed over to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. 

You found your eyes tracking him as he did so. His pyjama pants, stripey and cotton, slung low over his hips. His hair messy and uneven, proof that he absolutely was trying to cut it before you came over. He raised his eyebrows at you when he came back, balancing three waters in his hands. “See something you like?” he asked, quirking a hip, before swearing as one of the waters nearly dislodged.

“Just you, baby,” you said, rescuing his waters. “Just lookin’ at you.” 

He kissed your forehead, and shoved water into the half-asleep Lucas’ hands. “Drink this. Don’t die.” 

You fumbled onto the sofa with him, piled in his lap to give Lucas enough space to sleep. Eddie had placed a wastepaper basket under Lucas’ head, and a blanket around his shoulders, before wrapping you up in his arms to watch whatever nonsense was on TV at two in the morning. 

When Lucas woke up, they were still like that. He thought he might still be drunk, staring at how Eddie was lightly running his hand up and down your back, and you had your head pressed into his neck, breathing slowly. He could hear both of you talking, sentences punctuated with light kisses to your forehead, or your hand stretching out to toy with Eddie’s rings. You said something, and Eddie laughed, waving his hand in the air, before lowering it to tilt your head back and kiss you. 

Sleep pulled his eyelids down, and Lucas Sinclair went back to bed. 

(“How’d that cheerleader know where you live?” Lucas asked Eddie, once he’d woken up properly and was feasting on Eddie’s Honeycombs. Mike and Dustin had shown up to the trailer early in the morning, having been told by Steve that Lucas was camping out there after, apparently, getting totally wasted and taking home a cheerleader. 

“Huh?” Eddie asked dumbly, and raised his eyebrows. “Oh. I dunno. I get all sorts around here,” he said, waving his hand ineffectually. The movement sparked something in Lucas. Something he should’ve remembered. 

“Wait,” Dustin said, slamming his hands down on the kitchen counter. Lucas groaned, covering his ears. “So the cheerleader was real? You actually took home a cheerleader?” 

“The cheerleader took him here,” Eddie said. “She must’ve known it was too late for Sinclair to go home to mommy and daddy reeking of vomit, and like the Good Cheermaritan, took him to me.” Eddie grinned, and took another sip of his coffee. “You’re a lucky one, Sinclair.” 

Lucas wasn’t really listening. “It was that cheerleader, though,” he said slowly, staring down at his cereal. “The one that came to Hellfire that one time.” 

Mike paused. “The one that wouldn’t stop talking? About station wagons?” 

Eddie choked on his coffee, trying to smother a laugh. You’d hate the fact they’d remembered you by that of all things, and made a mental note to tell you tonight when you came back over. “Huh,” Eddie said finally. “Small world.” 

The boys looked at each other. Dustin sighed.) 

Five.

“Fuck,” you hissed as Eddie pulled your panties back over you, kissing the material once. You kicked at his shoulder from where you were perched on the green room counter, the back of your head still pressed against the sweaty mirror. “You’re going to kill me one day, Munson.” 

He grinned, crowding between your legs to nuzzle at the sweat at your neck. “Hope not,” he mumbled, running his teeth along your jaw. “Be a damn shame. Modelling agencies everywhere would weep.” 

You smacked at his chest, still out of breath, before reaching down to his belt. “Your turn,” you whispered, but he brushed your hand away. “Eds?” 

He flushed. “I, uh, kinda got carried away,” he admitted, biting his bottom lip. “There’s not much time until we go on.” 

You wrinkled your nose before grinning at him, flashing him your perfect cheerleader smile. “I like a challenge, Munson,” you teased, walking your fingers down his chest, before he caught them between his and brought them to his mouth for a kiss. 

“Begone, wench,” he laughed. “I swear, I’m not happy either,” he told you, and smoothed out the top of your hair, careful not to catch his rings. “Call it an I-O-U and I’ll collect once we’re done, okay?” 

You nodded, grinning at him. “I’ll charge interest, Munson.” 

He groaned despite himself, and shifted his weight. “You’re gonna kill me,” he complained. “I gotta go up onstage when this little minx,” he flicked one of your nipples, making you gasp, “is waiting for me in the audience. Why am I being test? Lord, I am not your strongest soldier.” He made prayer hands toward the ceiling, and you kissed the tips of his fingers. 

“Just think of me the whole time,” you said, and he wrapped his pinkie with yours in a promise. “A half hour set should be long enough for you to come up with a few ideas.” 

He snorted, and helped you off the counter. “Sweetheart, it’s less coming up with them and more working out which one I want to do more.” He patted you on the ass gestured to the door. “Go on. Vamoose!” 

You shuffled outside, legs still sore, and found your usual seat. Deano, the bartender, handed you your drink with a sigh. “One day, girlie,” he told you, “you’ll wake up and realise that his band is terrible.” 

You bit back a smile. “Not gonna happen, Deano. Any band my boy’s in will be the best band in the world.” 

He wrinkled his upper lip. “Kids.” 

“What’re you doing here?” 

You spun around to see Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, and Robin Buckley looking at you in confusion. Your mouth opened. Your mouth closed. 

“What are you doing here?” you shot back, and Steve shrugged, helping Nancy onto the seat next to you. 

“Dustin mentioned that this is where Eddie’s band plays,” Robin said. “We thought we’d pop by, in the area, etc. Are they any good?” 

Your mouth dries up. “I, uh. I wouldn’t know. I’m just here for the drinks.” 

You could feel Deano’s stare at the back of your head. You ignored it. 

Steve crowed suddenly, reaching out to you. “Are these hickeys?” he demanded, eyes wide with shock. “Well, I never!” 

“Steve!” Nancy hissed, slapping his hand away from you. “Don’t embarrass her.” 

“Yeah, Steve,” Robin added. “Douche.” 

You spun back around in your chair, training your eyes on the stage. Corroded Coffin were just coming out, Eddie catching your eye and winking before noticing Steve, Nancy and Robin. He blanched. 

“Whoo!” Steve called, waving his hands in the air. “Let’s go, Munson!” 

“Uh,” Eddie said, leaning into the mic. “Thanks, Harrington.” 

“No problemo, buddy!” 

Eddie swallowed, and you shook your head at him before flashing an inconspicuous thumbs up. He brightened at that, and went to plug in his amp, thumbing the strings of his Warlock. He slid quickly into the set, and you leaned over to Robin, who was recoiling from the sudden onslaught of sound. 

“Yikes,” Robin said. “I should’ve assumed Eddie played this kinda stuff, but, like. Yikes.” 

You chewed your lip. “I didn’t know you guys were friends,” you said softly, glancing up at where Eddie was parading about onstage. “You guys don’t hang out at school.” 

Robin shrugged. “We don’t. But Dustin goes to his D&D thing, and Steve’s tight with Dustin, and I’m tight with Steve, and Nancy– well.” Robin paused there. “So we thought we’d support the guy! He’s been really sweet with Dustin recently. Kid’s being a bit weird.” 

You frowned. “Dustin. The curly haired freshman?” 

“Ding ding!” Robin grinned at you. “Got it in one.” 

“How are you guys having a conversation over this noise?” Steve demanded, leaning in toward you. “It’s like construction.” 

You bit back a pout. Eddie had written this one for you. “You get used to it.” 

Nancy glanced at you. “Have you?” 

You look at her, confused. “Have I what?” 

“Have you gotten used to it?” 

You swallowed. “I mean. Over the course of this conversation. Yes.” You smiled shakily, and she hummed in response, turning back to her drink. “Will I see you guys at the game?” 

“The championship one?” Steve asked. “Oh, hell yeah. Lucas is playing, now that he’s officially part of the team and not just a bench warmer. Won’t miss that.” 

You blinked. “Are all of your friends children, Harrington?” 

Robin huffed. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him.” 

When the set was over, instead of sneaking your way back into Eddie’s greenroom for a second round, you sat with Robin, Steve, and Nancy. Eddie jogged up to you, and paused a few metres away, transitioning to a walk and stopping right by Steve. 

“Hey. Didn’t know you guys were coming.” 

“We won’t again,” Steve said seriously. “Dude, are you trying to lose your hearing? That shit’s so loud.” 

You bit back a laugh on Eddie’s behalf, your spine ramrod straight and positioned away from him. From the corner of your eye, you could see his hand start to reach for you, before stopping, and falling back down. 

“Sorry,” Eddie said, not really meaning it. “You guys just aren’t cool enough to understand the real meaning of the music, I guess. It’s not really your scene.” He sniffed snootily. 

“Is it yours?” Nancy asked, looking over at you. Eddie froze. 

“Huh?” you asked, stopping mid-swallow of your drink. 

“Why are you here?” she pushed. God. You hated journalists. “Is this your scene?” 

Your brain flew into a panicked flurry. “Uh.” You could tell the truth. Say, no, it’s not, and deal with the questions. Or, you could – “Yeah! It is, actually.” 

Eddie choked down a surprised laugh. 

“Really?” Robin asked, leaning forward onto her elbows to look at you. “You don’t look like you listen to metal.” 

I don’t, your brain screamed, but you shot her a smile that you hoped bordered on confident. “Oh, I’m not all that I seem, Buckley,” you teased, and flipped your head over your shoulder. “I’m a true blue metal head. Dyed in the wool. Forever and ever, amen.” You shot her the ‘rock on’ fingers. 

“Favourite band?” Eddie asked, and you stared up at him. His eyes were dancing with amusement. 

“Uh,” you said again. “I love. Uh.” Shit shit shit. “Bowie?” 

Robin frowned. “Would we call him metal?” 

“And, uh.” You rack your brains. Eddie’s stereo. His cassette tapes. Shit fuck shit.  “WASP! They’re great. Really good band. Love what they do with guitars. They really know how to play a guitar. Sure can play ‘em. Really gets your blood pumping.” 

God, if Eddie wanted a blowjob after this, he’d better expect teeth. 

“Oh, no way!” Eddie cried, clapping his hands together happily. “They’re my favourite, too.” 

“I’ll kill you,” you hissed at him later, hiding in the back of his van as Robin, Steve and Nancy headed away, waving at Eddie in the driver’s seat as they went. “You’re dead, Munson. I’m going full cheerleader on you. I’ll highkick you into the moon.” 

Eddie turned around, and pressed a kiss to your nose. “You’re cute, princess,” he said, pulling you in for a proper kiss. “And, for the record, Bowie is my favourite metal band, too.” 

(“Eddie’s band is shit,” Steve reported to Dustin the next day at Family Video. “There was a crowd of like, five drunk people. And us. And that cheerleader. It was so loud I could feel my ears bleed. It sucked, dude.” 

“Wait,” Dustin said, looking up from where he was trying to pickpocket Aliens. “Cheerleader?”) 

+1 

“We ditched the last one,” Dustin explained, practically frogmarching Eddie to the front row of  the bleachers. “We can’t ditch again. Lucas might score the winning goal!” 

“Basket,” corrected Steve. “It’s a basket.” 

“Whatever,” Dustin shot back, and jumped excitedly on the bleachers. “I felt so bad, dude. Like, no offence, beating Vecna was everything, but it was Lucas’ big moment and we missed it! Least we can do is show.” 

Eddie huffed, crossing his arms as he sat back down. “Whatever, Henderson,” he said, staring out at the hall. On one side of the room, the coach was lecturing the basketballers about something, and Lucas glanced up for a second to notice them all. His face split into a wide grin, and Eddie bit back a smile. Okay. That might make it worth it. 

His breath caught as he saw you stretching on the sidelines, body twisted into a Russian split. Scratch that. Now it was definitely worth it. He saw your eyebrows furrow as you rehearsed your routine in that position, moving your hands up and down, and he remembered how you were doing that in his garden yesterday evening, desperate to lock everything down. 

God, he was so soft for you. 

Despite sneaking around for, oh, maybe six months now, Eddie had yet to ever see you at practice. Sure, he’d seen your shoes slide around while he was hiding under the bleachers, or he’d willingly hold one leg up for you as you pulled yourself into a bow and arrow stretch, but the whole routine? No. 

“Isn’t that that cheerleader?” Mike asked, his voice the picture of innocence as he pointed you out, eyes trained on Eddie’s face. Dustin narrowed his eyes as Eddie made a big show of trying to follow Mike’s finger.

“I dunno, man,” Eddie said, scratching the back of his neck. “They all look like cheerleaders to me.” 

He missed the unimpressed looks that Steve, Dustin, and Mike shot each other over the back of his head. Eddie watched as you leaned over in your split to tie your shoelace before springing up, shaking your hands out and rolling your head on your neck. You said something to the rest of the team, and picked up your pom poms. 

The whistle blew. 

Eddie froze as you tore into action, racing out to the front of the gym. He saw you nearly trip as you went by him, freezing at the mop of his curly hair. 

Go Tigers! he mouthed, and you bit back a smile. 

“Oh, what the fuck,” Eddie said flatly, watching as you catapulted yourself into a tumble across the stage, springing up from a one-handed cartwheel and a roundoff. “They can do that?” 

(“He’s definitely not dating her,” Dustin muttered to Mike.) 

“Oh, what the fuck?!” Eddie said again, watching as two cheerleaders grabbed you by the waist and tossed you across the hall, only to be caught again by another two girls. You broke into a pose, the same bow and arrow one he’d helped you out with in his bedroom, and he sucked air in noisily through his teeth. 

“Oh, what the–” 

“What the fuck, dude, we get it,” Steve finished for him drily, as Eddie stared at you being literally thrown onto a pile of cheerleaders, grinning happily at the auditorium from your position in the literal heavens as you shouted, go Tigers! 

Time seemed to slow down for Eddie, watching as you tossed your head back and posed. This was his girl. This was his girl. He smiled at you, wider than he ever thought smiles could go, shook his head proudly. 

You tumbled from the pyramid, eyes wild. 

Time stopped.

That was his girl. 

One of the hands around your ankle had loosened infinitesimally, and you lurched, pitching sideways off of the pyramid. Jodie Nelson’s knee had given way under the weight, and a small part of you whispered, she should’ve warmed up more, before you landed heavily against the floor of the gym. Your hand crunched as you tried to soften your landing, wrist giving way, and you screamed on the impact. 

“Ah, shit, fuck, shit.” 

You were trying to push yourself up hazily, wrist limp, when a pair of warm hands came and grabbed your face. 

“Princess? Fuck, princess, Jesus Christ, are you okay?” Eddie demanded, swiping the tears from your eyes as you stared at him blearily. “Princess, come on, work with me here.” 

“Eddie?” you said stupidly, and he grinned at you, pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw. “Wrist,” you said lamely, before the coach managed to break through the throng of cheerleaders toward you. “Oh. Sorry, coach,” you said. “Wrist.” 

“We got that, princess,” Eddie muttered, and you sniffled, burying your head in his shoulder as he scooped you up. “Right. Coach. I’m. Uh.” He froze. He remembered where he was. He saw the crowd, and the cheerleaders, and Dustin staring at him. 

“Eddie,” you whimpered, and his resolve steeled. 

“I’m her boyfriend. So, if you could point me to the nearest, uh, hospital. That’d be really cool.” 

(“Five bucks,” Dustin hissed, holding a hand out. 

“Dude,” Steve said, watching as Eddie the Freak carried his cheerleader girlfriend out of the sports hall, “a little compassion?” 

Dustin shrugged, and pocketed Steve’s cash.) 

[aibloomie]

GESTURES THEY LIKE RECIEVING

✧ featuring — xiao, scaramouche/wanderer, ganyu, thoma x gn!reader

woo one week break from school <3 hopefully I get motivation to write more throughout it. I was listening to lana the entire time while writing this guys just thought you should know HELP wait does thoma even have a house I forgot

XIAO

━ his heart aches to be more involved in mortal activities, no matter how stoic he acts when he hears about them. he fails to maintain that nonchalant facade when he is with you though, because his one true desire is to feel worthy of you and he cannot achieve that without bettering his understanding of you. so his heart flutters whenever you ask him out on a date, or suggest he accompany you to an event held by the people of liyue. he might feel a little overwhelmed at first, but you are his lover and safe space so he eases into it. holding onto your hand and walking alongside you in the crowded and lively streets of liyue make him believe he has a chance at happiness.

━ he finds it very romantic when you cook for him, mostly because his diet is limited to almond tofu and grilled tiger fish because of the comforting taste they bring to him. the idea of you gathering/buying all the ingredients and cooking those dishes with his preferences in mind makes his mind feel fuzzy with nothing but love and appreciation for you. he will not fail to thank you and return the gesture in his own way. as he is eating it, thoughts of how much effort you make for him flood his mind. he'll look up and make eye contact with those pretty eyes of yours and see the excitement in your expression as you watch him eat something you made for HIM <3 and he'll actually feel very emotional in that moment, because he knows just how much you cherish him

WANDERER

━ his reoccurring fear of abandonment is eased whenever you mention that something reminded you of him. when you are away he cannot help but succumb to the tormenting thought that you will not come back, and will instead discard him as if he were a mere doll. guilt clouds his mind, but you are his beacon of pure and loving light in his new chance of living and redemption, so he waits and aches for your presence. you always return though, and fill his ears with joyful tales of your journey. occasionally, you drop in some comments on things you saw along the way that brought your mind back to him, such as: the indigo bouquets of flowers in a merchant's stall that made you think of your lovers hair, or the gust of wind that made you remember his ameno abilities. his eyes will soften as you continue with your stories, he realizes that he is always in your thoughts and you always intend to return back to him and continue to love him

━ the matching accessories he receives from you will never leave his body unless it is absolutely necessary. if you gift him even ten matching bracelets then he will wear every single one of them, even if the color schemes do not mix well with his outfits. he finds himself toying with them whenever he thinks of you, and his lips turn into an almost unnoticeable bashful smile at the thought of you having the other pair

GANYU

━ you are the one person who gives back to ganyu, and does not ask anything of her. most of the time her mind is flooded with a long to do list of tasks she needs to finish in order to attend to the people of liyue. you, on the other hand, chase behind her and try to make her rest. you take care of her, and it takes her a while to get used to your kindness and concern. she would have never guessed that a gentle massage from you would make her feel better than pleasing other people. she looks up at you with tired eyes when your hands make their way to relieve all the stress carried in her temples, and she truly believes she has been blessed because someone has rewarded her for all her hard work

━ because she has walked the terrain of liyue for uncountable years, time seems to slip like sand from her fingers. she looks at you sometimes and feels her heart ache because it feels like each minute with you is going to become a memory prematurely. for this reason, she likes it when you are physically affectionate with her, but in a slow and steady way. once you wrap your arms around her, she feels like time has frozen and it feels euphoric, as if she can reflect on every single memory she has in her long lifetime, and can still be in your arms when she has finished.

━ ganyu is very insecure about not only her abilities, but her appearance. she doesn't outwardly seek it, but any words of affirmation coming from you make her heart burst and cheeks redden. remind her of her everlasting beauty, make it your goal for her to be able to look into the mirror and feel worthy when she sees her reflection

THOMA

━ thoma does not feel comfortable or safe in the confines of his own home. you on the other hand, make him feel safer than what four steady walls and a sturdy roof over his head could. he likes it when you cling onto him and make your desire to be in his presence known. he could easily fall asleep outside if you were right next to him. you are his home, the comforting one that he has been seeking for his entire life. he worries for you, but also feels your loving warmth spread throughout his body when you insist on staying right by his side

━ he always tells you not to, but he appreciates it when you help him out with anything he needs to get done. running errands is very common for him as he is always helping people out. having you accompany him reminds him that he does not need to burden himself with everything, especially because he has your sweet and loving self supporting him

[dalivanmagritte]

Fic rec : kim mingyu (mingyu)

(back to the seventeen list)

if the horseshoe fits part.1 part.2 (fav, smut, fluff, princess!au, stableboy!au)

until you burn : glass (fav, smut, incubus!au)

a break x wonwoo (fav, smut)

tiger lily x scoups (fav, smut, poly!au, model!au)

vanilla (fav, smut)

lilac lace (smut)

electric (smut, CEO!au)

heir (smut, royal!au, prince!au, princess!au)

lost traveler (fluff, witch!au)

demo part.1 (unfinished?, fluff, producer!au)

tales from the 3rd floor (smut, neighbor!au)

blushnote (smut)

the alpha's right hand (smut, fluff, angstish, abo!au)

stuck in a rut x vampire!wonwoo (smut, werewolf!au, vampire!au)

sin's coffee (smut, fluff, barista!au)

whatever you need (smut)

strip (smut, stripper!au)

no one's perfect part.1 (KIDNAPPING!AU, psycho!au, smut)

private part.1 part.2 (5some with mingyu, wonwoo, jun & the8)

finding something to do (fluff, smut, suggestive)

honeyboy (smut, fluff, angstish)

the quiz (fluff)

makout session & getting caught (fluff, suggestive)

the less i know the better (fluff, demon! au)

toys & restraints (smut)

class project x wonwoo (smut, fratboy!au, uni!au)

getting closer part.1 part.2 part.3 x wonwoo (unfinished, smut, roommate!au)

besties x wonwoo (smut, college!au)

fever (smut)

what's *really* wrong with secretary kim? (serie finished, fluff, suggestive, CEO!au)

little bird (smut, fluff)

dayglow (fluff, lifeguard!au, surf!au, hawaii set au)

this february 14th (fluff)

twenty-five (smut, fluff, parents!au)

the perils of apartment living (smut, fluff)

comfort (smut, fluff)

mine (smut)

do you want to come inside? (fluff)

do i want to hit you or do i just want you? (smut)

it's all fun and games (smut, fluff)

a sheep in wolf's clothing (smut, college!au, tutor!au)

eat, baby (smut)

grateful (smut)

astrology chart

Oh no, he's hot (smut)

first place (fluff, farmhand!au)

so tight... (smut)

to the brim (smut, husband!au)

get a grip (on my collar) (smut, camboy!au)

spoiled (smut)

grasp the thorn (smut, knight!au, queen!au, royal!au)

that's my good girl (smut)

day 1 masturbation (smut)

bad dog (smut)

cowboy like me (smut, fluff, farmer!au)

[castawaycat]

Chapter 23: The Tales of a Little Tiger- A Little Star in Daycare

Summary: America goes to daycare for the first time. Wanda and Natasha discuss the possibility of y/n being autistic and having sensory processing disorder.

America clung to her mama Yelena as they walked into what looked like a classroom.

With the help of Tony and Bruce she was now three years old and in the body of a three year old. It was the age she had chosen for herself. 

“What do you think of your new preschool classroom?” Yelena asked America as she kneeled in front of her little. 

“Want to stay with you and mommy.” America said as she felt tears fill her eyes. 

Yelena wiped away the tears that had fallen down her little’s face. “Aww, my love. It’s only for a few hours everyday. You will have lots of fun. Peter is in your class and y/n is in the toddler class down the hall.” She said trying her best to reassure America. 

Kate walked into the classroom, she frowned when she saw America crying in Yelena’s arms. “Everything okay?” She asked as she rubbed her little girl’s back. 

“No leave.” America sobbed into her mama’s shoulder. Ever since she had transitioned into a full little, she had developed separation anxiety with Yelena and Kate. 

Kate took America into her arms and did her best to soothe her little one. “It’s okay. We will always come and get you. It’s just for a few hours so me and mama can work.” 

After a while America seemed to calm down. She sucked on her thumb as she saw Peter run into the classroom along with other children. 

Peter ran up to Yelena and hugged her excitedly. “Is America gonna be in my class?!” 

Yelena smiled and nodded her head, “yes. She’s a little scared. Do you think you can help her not be so scared?” 

Peter nodded his head as he wanted to help in any way that he could. He walked over to Kate and America, “it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna have lots of fun!” He said excitedly as he took America’s small hand into his. 

America let go of her mommy and followed Peter to some shelves full of toys. She giggled and cheered up as they started to play together. 

Kate and Yelena both became emotional as they watched their little girl play with the other children.

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When it came time for parents to pick up their children, Kate and Yelena were the first to arrive. While they waited they paid a visit to your classroom. 

You walked up to Yelena first and raised your little arms up wanting to be picked up. “Nena!” You babbled as you still couldn’t say your aunt Yelena’s name correctly; yet you had mastered saying Lucky’s name perfectly fine.

“You’re getting so big, y/n!” Yelena said as she chuckled when she picked you up. 

“She’s now a tiger cub.” Kate said as she kissed your forehead. “I can’t believe that she’s already two years old.” 

Natasha and Wanda walked into the toddler classroom and smiled when they saw Yelena and Kate holding you in their arms. 

“It’s nice to see you here. Was today America’s first day? Did you cry sestra?” Natasha teased Yelena.

”Oh, be quiet! We all know that you cried when it was y/n’s first day.” Yelena teased back before saying, “and yes. Kate and I both cried.” 

Everyone laughed but it was all in good fun. 

You reached your arms out to Natasha who gladly took you in her arms. 

While Natasha and Wanda signed you out and talked to your teacher Kate and Yelena walked down the hall to pick up America and see how their little’s first day of daycare had gone. 

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America looked up from her coloring sheet and a big smile formed on her face when she saw her mama and mommy standing at the door talking to her teacher. She got up and ran to them. 

“Mama! Mommy!” She said excitedly as she ran to both of them. They welcomed her in their arms and held her tightly. 

“Hello, my little star. How was your day?” Yelena asked as she couldn’t stop smiling when she felt her little girl run into her arms. 

“Had fun, Mama. Peter and me played all day!” America said happily as she smiled big. 

Kate also couldn’t stop smiling as she listened to America talk about her day. “That’s wonderful, sweet girl. Sounds like you had a great first day!” 

America nodded her head as she showed off her artwork and the crafts that she had made with Peter. She still had some blue paint on her hands and face. Needless to say her first day was a success.

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Wanda and Natasha cooked dinner together as you played in the living room with your stuffed tiger and some of your toys. 

It was storming outside and you started to cry when you heard a loud clap of thunder. 

Wanda rushed to you and picked you up. “It’s alright y/n. You’re safe, it was just the thunder.” She comforts you as she shows you that it’s raining outside through the window.

Your little hands are still covering your ears and you’re still having a hard time calming down despite being in your mama’s arms. 

Natasha wrapped her arms around you and Wanda. She felt her caregiver pheromones kick in which combined with Wanda’s was able to soothe you. “It’s okay, malen’kiy.” 

Once you had calmed down, your mama Wanda strapped you into your high chair and placed your dinner on your tray; she handed you a plastic spoon and attempted to teach you how to feed yourself. 

You babbled as you tried to scoop some food onto your spoon by yourself. You were very independent and were in a phase where you wanted to do everything on your own. 

Wanda laughed when you kept trying to do it on your own. “Y/n, are you sure you don’t want mama to help you?” 

You shook your head no stubbornly as you managed to get some food into your mouth. You clapped your little hands triumphantly. 

Wanda and Natasha both smiled and laughed as they watched you feed yourself as they ate their own dinner. 

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Once you were asleep in your toddler bed cuddling your tiger, your mama’s both leaned down and kissed your forehead. You looked so happy and content tucked in under your favorite blanket. 

Natasha wrapped her arms around her girlfriend sensing that something was on her mind, “what’s wrong, my love?” She asked gently. 

“I just can’t stop thinking about y/n and how she was crying when she heard the thunderstorm. I’ve noticed that ever since she was a baby that she doesn’t like loud noises and certain sensory interactions bother her.” Wanda said as she watched you sleep. 

Natasha nodded her head in understanding, “I’ve noticed the same thing. I know at our last checkup Cho mentioned that y/n might have sensory processing disorder and might be autistic as well. Which if she is isn’t a problem; it just means that her brain works a little differently and we may need to look into what accommodations we can provide for y/n.” 

Wanda relaxed in her girlfriend’s embrace as she felt heard and validated for her worries and concerns. “You’re right. If y/n is neurodivergent then that’s perfectly okay. We will do everything we can to make our little tiger’s life the best it can be.” 

“It might be a little early to do testing but I’ll contact Cho in the morning and see if we can at least discuss our concerns with her.” Nat said as she placed a soft kiss on Wanda's head.

[dragonbeaast]

Hi! Hope you're doing well :)

If it's not too much trouble, could you draw Wolcott the Wolf (the company is Tiger Tale Toys)

Thanks!

running under the moon

thank you so much for your request! i am doing well, i hope you are too!!

[plushieanimals]

Gigi the Guinea Pig by viahart

[glimmerkey]

Viahart - Tiger Tale Toys - Drevnar the Dragon

[plushav]

Owen the Sea Otter By Tiger Tale Toys

[tyrantisterror]

Let me tell you a tale about how much of an easy mark I am.

Now, I buy a lot of frivolous shit to fill the gaping void of emptiness at the core of my being, enough to have whole shrines built to Charmander and Harley Quinn and whatnot.  But I do try to limit myself, I do!  I really do!  I try to only buy things when I have a reason to justify it, like my incredibly passionate love of Charmanders and women who would hurt me if we met in real life.

But sometimes, when the void is yawning really loud and my cash on hand is more abundant than any looming bills I have, I find myself browsing sites looking for, well, frivilous things to fill the void, and I generally manage to avoid buying most of what I find.  Generally.

So, this is Drevnar the dragon.  I found him while looking up the term “plush dragon.”  Drevnar is a nice-looking dragon on his own, but that wouldn’t have been enough to make me buy him.  No, I was, I am ashamed to say, convinced by... his marketing.

Like, here in this picture he’s listing his virtues for us with a cute little voice bubble.  Soft AND cuddly?  No wires or anything rigid?  Drevnar, you’re a dream come true!

And then look at that pic!  He’s a got a name!  A damn name!  This isn’t just generic dragon, this is my boi Drevnar!  Drevnar has a job to do, and in order to do it, he’s gotta take a leap!  What’s going to happen next?  I don’t know, there’s no Drevnar show, this isn’t a character from a movie or whatever, this is a wholly original dragon named Drevnar that Tiger Tale Toys is challenging ME to finish the story of!  I have to get him now, man, I can’t leave my boi Drevnar hanging!

So I bought Drevnar.  Fine, excusable, he’s a cute dragon.  It’s fine.  It’s fine.

...but then they got me AGAIN.

Tiger Tale Toys recently came out with Delilah the dragon.  Like Drevnar, she’s soft and has no wires or anything rigid.

Like Drevnar, she’s got a little open-ended story prompt that tugs at my dumb heart-strings.  And, most diabolically, she’s also described as being Drevnar’s BEST FRIEND.  His BEST FUCKING FRIEND.

Look at them!  Look at how cute they are together!  Look at how their styles don’t quite mesh but also do in a weird way!  Look at how much they love each other!  I can’t split them up!  I can’t keep Drevnar separated from his best goddamn friend, Delilah!

So I didn’t, because I’m a chump.

Fuck you, Tiger Tale Toys, you diabolical bastards.  Fuck you for briefly filling the yawning void of emptiness inside me twice in my lifetime.

[0bviouslyem1ly]

Shows and movies to watch while regressed 💕

Color coded with emojis for different ages! I'd recommend some for older regressors, and younger ones to make sure they're good for your little age. I hope this helps you find some things to watch! (I've watched all of these, so I can confirm that they're safe for you to watch :3)

💜- Younger age

🩵-Older age (May have different kinds of humor and jokes. Just in general a bit more mature for the theme of the show/movie.)

💚-Kinda in between the others

Of course, these are all up to you, and I'm not saying you have to or anything, just trying to help out a bit :)

Netflix:

•Gabby's Dollhouse 💜

•Chip and Potato 💜

•Chicken Run 🩵

•My Little Pony 💜

•True and the Rainbow Kingdom 💜

•The Super Mario Movie 💚

•Bunk'd 💚

•Sam & Cat 💚

•Victorious 💚

•Free Rein 💚

•Nicky,Ricky, Dicky & Dawn 💚

•Miraculous 💚

• Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous 💚

•Spirit Riding Free 💚💜

•Number Blocks 💜

•CoComelon 💜

•The Christmas Chronicles 1&2 💚

Disney+

•Super Buddies 💜💚

•Spooky Buddies 💜💚

•Santa Paws 💜💚

•Santa Buddies 💜💚 (The next movie to Santa Paws)

•Beverly Hills Chihuahua 1&2 💚

•Bluey 💜

•Mickey Mouse Clubhouse 💜

•Puppy Dog Pals 💜

•Pj Masks 💜

•T.O.T.S 💜

•Sheriff Callie's Wild West 💜

•Doc McStuffins 💜

• Fancy Nancy 💜💚

•Zootopia 💜💚

•Big Hero 6 💜💚

•Big City Greens 💚

•Home Alone 1-4 💚 (1&2 are my favorites though, they changed the cast up.)

•Frozen 💜💚

•Mickey's Once/Twice Upon a Christmas 💜 (Two movies)

•Jessie 💚

•Toy Story 💚

•Tangled 💚

Tubi:

•Strawberry Shortcake 💜

•Scooby Doo 💜💚

•My Little Pony Tales 💜

•Care Bears Classic Series 💜

•Horseland 💜

•Yo Gabba Gabba 💜

•Mother Goose Club 💜

•Color Crew 💜

PBS Kids:

•Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood 💜

•Arthur 💚

•Wild Kratts 💜💚

•Dinosaur Train 💜

•Curious George 💜

•Molly Of Denali 💚

•Nature Cat 💚

•Super Why 💜

•Sesame Street 💜

•Peg + Cat 💜

•Sid the Science Kid 💜

•The Cat in the Hat 💜

•Martha Speaks 💜💚

•Word World 💜

Others:

(I have all of these on disk, because i can't find them anywhere else.)

•Max and Ruby 💜

•Team Umizoomi 💜

• Paw Patrol 💜